The stolen kiss in Mrs. Shrivastav’s morning room had unleashed the demon of passion and l**t. The taste of the f*******n, the glimpse of the adventure had left both Suhasini and Nihaal longing for more. A longing that was slowly drowning them like quicksand.
Nihaal kissed her the next morning in the dining room, soon after the breakfast. Madhavi’s playing sounds came floating in from the next room and the awareness of the risk they took was exhilarating. The kiss was intoxicating mixed with the sweet and savory flavors of Suhasini’s mouth but far too brief for Nihaal’s liking.
On Thursday, he kissed her at the Gentleman’s Club, where they had managed to part company from Shekhar for a few minutes. They willingly and hopingly wandered off to the dimly lit immaculately landscaped gardens
