The door to the hotel room clicked shut behind us, the sound echoing through the dimly lit hallway like a gunshot in the quiet. My heart was racing, the anticipation of the night ahead thrumming in my chest like a wild drum. Priya's hand was in mine, her skin warm and sticky from the humidity that had enveloped the city like a suffocating blanket. She looked at me with those fiery eyes, the kind that could ignite a thousand forests. We had done this before, but tonight was different. Today had been a day of revelations, a rollercoaster of emotions that had left us both bruised and craving an escape.
Her dress, a deep shade of purple, clung to her like a lover's embrace. She turned to me, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "Jain," she whispered, her voice a siren's call that sent a shiver down my spine. "What are we doing?"
