The weeks after Holi blurred into a rhythm I never wanted to end. Every chance we got, Rohit and I found each other. Stolen hours in my bedroom while Vikram was at work.
Quick fucks in the storage room during his sister's wedding. Late-night calls where we'd whisper dirty things until we both came on the line, breathless and aching.
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