The scent of their lovemaking still hung in the air—a mix of sweat, skin, and satisfaction. Aditya lay sprawled on the bed, one arm draped possessively over Shweta’s waist, his fingers tracing idle patterns on her soft belly. She nestled against him, her head on his chest, her heavy breasts pressing warmly into his side. The room was dark, quiet, their own private universe.
“Are you asleep?” he murmured, his voice low and rough.
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