The air between us was thick—charged with something dangerous, something impossible to ignore. The cold water from the shower poured over us, soaking our clothes, but it did nothing to cool the fire raging inside me.

Siya stood before me, her body trembling, her wet saree clinging to her curves in a way that sent my control teetering on the edge. I could feel her breath, warm and shaky, mingling with mine. My forehead rested against hers, our lips mere inches apart, and yet, it wasn’t enough.