Harshad low chuckle still vibrated in shivangi ear, a promise of more to come, but the sudden, sharp hunger in his eyes chased away any thought of finding a less exposed location. Next time was now.

Before Shivangi could voice another protest, his hands were on her, firm and decisive. Harshad spun her around, the world blurring for a second, a dizzying kaleidoscope of distant wedding lights and the dark silhouette of the mountains. Then her back met the cool, rough stone of the balcony railing, and her breath hitched.