As she walked through the mall, Deepa exuded confidence and poise. Her red salwar kameez hugged her curves in all the right places, and her high heels clicked against the floor with a seductive rhythm. She was on a mission to meet someone, and she wasn’t going to let anything get in her way.
Rohan’s heart skipped a beat. He knew he was in trouble. “I’m having a great time too,” he replied, his voice barely above a whisper.
As they stood alone, Deepa leaned in close to Rohan. “I have to say, I’m really enjoying your company,” she whispered, her breath tickling his ear.
As they pulled away, gasping for air, Deepa smiled mischievously. “I think this is just the beginning,” she said, her eyes sparkling with desire.
