Late at night, Anant found himself standing on the balcony, his dark eyes reflecting a sense of calm. With a cigarette between his lips, he leaned against the balcony railing, gazing out into the distance.
A feeling of contentment washed over him, as his heart felt lighter after their intimate encounter. He no longer harbored any frustration about their physical connection; in fact, he genuinely believed he had done nothing wrong. After all, it seemed that she had derived great pleasure from their actions. His tall and handsome figure blended into the wisps of smoke as he took a deep sigh.
Anant was taken aback by the feeling that everything was repeating itself.
The sensations of their kisses, his touch, the push and pull, her ecstatic response—it all felt so familiar.
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