One evening, at Suman's modest apartment, the air crackled with unspoken desires. The soft glow of the diya cast dancing shadows on the walls.

"Raghav," Suman began, her voice husky, "I... I don't know how to say this."
"Say it, Sumu," he urged, his voice rough with longing, "Don't hold back."

"I feel... things for you. Things I never thought I would feel. Fear, even. Fear of losing myself in this."
Raghav's eyes darkened. "Fear of losing yourself in me?" He traced a finger along her jawline, his touch sending shivers down her spine. "Or fear of what we might become?"

Suman met his gaze, her...