Love without passion is like a song without music, and a life without love is a slow way to freeze to death!
Awnirudh and Vandita were blinded by a sedated passion that alienated them from the rest of the world. Their love was like a slow-burn flame, fuelled by the undeniable attraction that they felt for each other. And, every second that they spent soaking in the warmth of the hot-water tub, their attraction grew...
It felt like an eternity to Vandita as she lay inside the tub, stretching herself against Awnirudh's bare, chiseled body. Her head was rested on his thumping chest as she kept her hands loosely folded on her stomach, submerged in the shadowed water.
Awnirudh's hands were kept carefully on her hands, as they made no attempts to explore the nooks of her gorgeous body.
The water level was high enough to cover the tip of her bare bosom, and at that moment, all Vandita wished for was the time to freeze forever!
