Their heavy breaths filled the quiet room, a symphony of their shared release. Mahi's body still trembled, a delicious echo of the tremors that had just wracked her. She felt as though she might dissolve into the sheets, every nerve ending alive and buzzing.

Riyansh, on the other hand, was a coiled spring of desire, an insatiable beast whose only solace was Mahi's touch. He was addicted, every fiber of his being craving her proximity, unable to bear a single moment apart. His obsessive need for her was a palpable force, a dark current that pulled them both in.