The taste of naysa was still on rishabh lips, a musky, intimate tang that sang through his veins even as the aftershocks of his release still trembled through his limbs. Naysa’s hand remained clamped over his mouth, her body a warm, heavy weight atop his, her own climax finally subsiding into faint, occasional shudders. Her dark eyes, which had been furious moments before, now gleamed with a new, calculating light.

Slowly, naysa lifted her hand from rishabh mouth. He drew in a ragged breath, the air cool against his sweat-sheened skin. The apology died on his lips, unspoken. It wasn’t what she wanted.