The director shouted instructions, but their eyes remained locked on each other, their bodies moving almost of their own accord. Every touch, every glance was loaded with meaning, a silent communication of their desire. The holi scene was a dance of seduction, a masquerade of love and lust that played out for the camera.

As they danced around the well, the fabric of their costumes clinging to their dampened bodies, Pranali felt Harshad's hand slip away from her waist, his fingers brushing against her ass. A shiver of excitement shot through her, and she knew he was thinking the same thing she was. The thrill of possibly getting caught only served to heighten the stakes.