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The moon, a silver sovereign, cast its pale light through the lattice, painting Pushpa’s skin in shades of pearl and shadow as she waited, her heart a frantic drum against her ribs. Her silk sari whispered secrets with every nervous shift, the air thick with jasmine and the intoxicating scent of impending rain. When he finally appeared, a silhouette in the doorway, a silent understanding passed between them, a current of electricity that needed no words. She reached for him, her fingers trembling as they traced the line of his jaw, her touch a question and an answer all at once. He moved closer, his breath warm against her neck, causing a shiver to cascade down her spine like a cascade of stars. His lips found the hollow of her throat, a soft, seeking pressure that made her knees grow weak and her resolve melt away. A soft sigh escaped her as his mouth journeyed lower, each kiss a brand of fire upon her feverish skin, erasing the world outside their clandestine room. She tangled her hands in his hair, holding him close, lost in the tidal wave of sensation that washed away every forbidden thought. In that suspended moment, there was only the language of shared breath, of racing pulses, and of a connection that felt both beautifully right and dangerously fragile. They were two souls adrift in the moonlit hours, finding a temporary harbor in each other’s desperate, yearning embrace.
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