Ravi's grip on Nisha's wrists tightened like iron clamps, his body pinning her against the soft carpet of the living room floor, the flickering candlelight casting wild shadows over their tangled forms. The power outage had plunged the house into a humid, suffocating darkness, but the heat between them burned brighter than any flame. Nisha's heart hammered in her chest, her mind screaming that this was wrong—Dev's brother, her devar, the forbidden fruit she'd been teasing for days—but her body betrayed her, pussy throbbing with a need that Dev had never ignited. Ravi's lips crashed back onto hers, rough and demanding, his tongue invading her mouth like he owned it, tasting the salt of her fear and the sweetness of her surrender.
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