The morning light was different now. Harsher. It didn’t caress their entangled limbs; it exposed them. Durga woke to the solid weight of Rajesh’s arm slung across her waist, his possessive grip a brand even in sleep. Her body ached in a dozen new, secret places, a map of their night drawn on her skin. As she lay there, the memory of his words from the previous evening slithered back into her mind. ‘This is only the beginning.’
A beginning that was moving to a new address.
















Write a comment ...