PROLOGUE:
Time: past midnight
Nandini Murthy, mid 20's, gets under the shower and allows the cool, soothing water to fall like huge pellets of rain onto her bare, milky skin. The water hits her soft, supple flesh and trickles down with a loud splatter to the tiled bathroom floor.
She is exhausted. Very much. But there is a beautiful glow to her face besides the warm yellow shine of the lightbulb. A blush of happiness. She can't hold back the smiles or control her racing heart. She had just had the best night of her life.
She turns around on the spot and gently runs her fingers through her wet, dripping hair, looking up at the shower as she does with tightly closed eyes.
Manik had made love with her just a while ago, but she can still feel him pulsing within her. The warmth of his body still hasn't left the surface of her skin and she bites her lips in a gleeful smile as those moments come rushing back to her - the way he teased her, nuzzled into her shoulder, played with her ear lobe, whispered all those naughty things into her ears and pampered her all over with soft, gentle kisses still has her tingling with goosebumps.
She opens up her eyes and braves the flood of water splattering into them. She allows it to flush out her fatigue at will until she steps back to get the bottle of shampoo.
Her glowing cheeks that were a deep shade of pink earlier is now a pale, sick grey. Her poor, frightened heart comes to an unexpected grinding stop as her eyes fall upon the exhaust window of the bathroom. Right outside the window, just a feet away, the blurry figure of a man stands on and watches her delicate, stark naked frame make each and every move.
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