The night was thick with humidity, the air wrapping around Dakshi like an invisible cloak. The terrace, once a place of solace and quiet contemplation, had transformed into a realm of forbidden encounters. The weight of what had transpired the previous night between her and Sunita still clung to her skin, an unshakable memory that both terrified and exhilarated her.
Dakshi paced back and forth, her thoughts a whirlwind of confusion. She had confronted Sunita with accusations, demands for answers, and yet, in the flickering moonlight, anger had melted into something unrecognizable—something she had never dared to feel before. The taste of Sunita's lips still lingered on hers, a forbidden sweetness that sent shivers down her spine.
Tonight, she was drawn back to the same place, unable to resist the pull of temptation. She wasn't sure what she was searching for—closure, perhaps? Or maybe just another taste of something that made her feel alive, something that overshadowed the shadows of deceit lurking in her household.
Sunita was already there, leaning against the parapet, the moonlight casting a silvery glow on her bare shoulders. Her saree, a deep maroon, clung to her curves, the soft fabric barely concealing the delicate lines of her body. She turned when she heard Dakshi's footsteps, her eyes dark pools of unreadable emotions.
"I knew you'd come," Sunita murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.
Dakshi swallowed hard, torn between her anger and the magnetic force drawing her closer. "You betrayed my family, Sunita. You betrayed me."
Sunita let out a soft sigh and took a step forward, closing the distance between them. "And yet, you're here. That means something, doesn't it?"
Dakshi's breath hitched as Sunita's fingers trailed along her wrist, her touch featherlight yet searing. Every nerve in her body screamed for her to pull away, but she remained rooted to the spot.
"This isn't right," Dakshi whispered, though her voice lacked conviction.
"Then tell me to stop," Sunita challenged, her fingers now traveling up Dakshi's arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake. "Tell me you didn't feel it last night. Tell me you don't feel it now."
Dakshi couldn't. She hated that she couldn't.
Sunita took another step forward, their bodies now inches apart. The heat between them was palpable, the tension suffocating. Slowly, carefully, she cupped Dakshi's face, her thumb grazing over her lower lip. Dakshi shivered, her breath coming in ragged pulls.
"I should hate you," Dakshi admitted, her voice barely audible.
Sunita smiled, her lips hovering just above Dakshi's. "But you don't."
Then, she closed the gap.
The kiss was slow at first, uncertain, testing the waters of the undeniable attraction that had bloomed between them. But as Dakshi's fingers found Sunita's waist, pulling her closer, the hesitation melted away. Their lips moved in sync, urgent and desperate, tasting and claiming. Sunita's hands tangled in Dakshi's hair, tilting her head to deepen the kiss, her tongue teasing, coaxing.
A soft moan escaped Dakshi as Sunita pressed her against the terrace wall, her body molding against hers in a way that left no room for doubt. Fingers explored, tracing curves and ridges, memorizing each dip and hollow as though mapping out a territory neither had ventured before.
Sunita's lips left a blazing trail down Dakshi's jawline, her kisses soft yet possessive. She lingered at the sensitive spot just below her ear, nipping gently, eliciting a sharp gasp from Dakshi. The sound only seemed to spur Sunita on, her hands moving lower, skimming over Dakshi's waist, her fingertips grazing bare skin beneath the hem of her blouse.
"Tell me to stop," Sunita murmured against her skin, her breath hot and teasing.
Dakshi couldn't. Instead, she pulled Sunita closer, her body betraying her mind. "Don't stop."
A wicked smile curved Sunita's lips before she captured Dakshi's mouth once more, this time with more urgency. Clothes became barriers, hands grew bolder, and soon, the night air was filled with whispered gasps and shared breaths. The terrace, once a place of innocence, became their sanctuary of secrecy, their escape from the tangled web of lies and betrayals that surrounded them.
Time lost its meaning as they surrendered to the passion that had been simmering beneath the surface for far too long. Each touch, each kiss, was a silent confession of desires neither had acknowledged before. They were two souls bound by forbidden longing, caught in a moment that neither could afford but neither wanted to let go.
As the night deepened, they lay tangled in each other's embrace, the cool breeze doing little to quell the heat between them. Sunita traced lazy circles on Dakshi's bare shoulder, her expression unreadable.
"What happens now?" Dakshi finally asked, her voice laced with uncertainty.
Sunita propped herself up on one elbow, studying her. "Now, we figure out the truth. Together."
Dakshi frowned. "The truth?"
Sunita nodded, a shadow passing over her features. "There's more to your father's secrets than you know. And I think… I think I might know something that could change everything."
Dakshi's heart pounded, a new kind of fear creeping into her chest. She had come here seeking passion, seeking solace in Sunita's arms. But now, she realized she had also found something else—another piece of the puzzle, another key to unlocking the mystery that surrounded her family.
And maybe, just maybe, a reason to trust the woman she had thought was her enemy.