Sayantika's POV.

The shit we are doing is wrong, and I cannot help myself. Someone send help, please. Otherwise, I would end up having sex with Abhimaan once again.

I didn't remember what we did back in Goa, but this time, I will remember all the little details of our deeds, the way he is touching me, caressing me, his lips on my hardened areola through the material of his shirt.

I was moaning and writhing on his lap, totally breathless.

I heard a faint sound of the vibration before the ringtone echoed in the living room; this is the chance; even the universe doesn't want us to do this....