A heavy velvet silence now filled that luxurious hotel suite. The air still carried the sharp scent of sweat, wine, and last night’s bloody union. The bed looked like a battlefield — the sheets were completely crumpled, and the deep red stains from the forbidden passion of the previous night still stood as clear witnesses.

After completing several rounds of pure lust the night before, Vikram and Riya had fallen into an exhausted sleep, tangled carelessly in each other’s bodies. Vikram’s heavy arm was locked around Riya’s waist, as if even in sleep he refused to let go of his newly claimed property. When the first golden ray of sunlight slipped through the heavy curtains and touched Riya’s eyelids, she slowly opened her eyes.