The Desire | Episode 01 - Unspoken Heat

Prologue: 

Krithi Shetty, a 21-year-old conservative, soft-spoken girl from Mangalore, is every boy’s crush in her college but she’s never acted on love or desire. Raised in an orthodox family, her life has always been about rules, silence, and staying on the ‘right’ side of propriety. Her roommate, Anikha Surendran, four months younger, is everything she’s hot modern, bold, emotionally free. They share more than just space they share secrets, support, and warmth. But their quiet friendship is turned on its head the night Krithi accidentally overhears (and secretly watches) Anikha in a raw, dominant, and shockingly sensual encounter with her arrogant Tamil boyfriend, Rahul.

That moment unlocks something primal and unexpected inside Krithi a longing she never knew she had. When she awkwardly confesses this to Anikha, expecting judgment, she's met with something far more complicated: curiosity… attraction… and invitation. Now, the once simple friendship simmers with unspoken glances, soft touches, and shared silences that throb with suppressed desire. As Rahul continues in the picture blissfully unaware a layered, emotionally charged triangle unfolds.

Where do love, lust, and loyalty collide?
And when boundaries blur, can anything remain the same? Let's Dive in...

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Before 1 Month

Krithi leaned against the balcony railing, sipping iced tea as the orange dusk painted shadows across the quiet neighborhood. Her eyes wandered, but her mind was restless. For weeks now, her best friend Anikha had been acting off glowing skin, distracted giggles, cheeky grins… and all this started after that guy entered the picture.

Rahul Cocky, smug, Tamil guy always with that crooked smile like he knew things he shouldn't. The first time Kirthi met him at their group dinner at PG, she felt it instantly that unsettling pull, the kind that made her skin crawl and tingle at the same time. Anikha introduced him like he was just a fling. But her eyes? They told another story.

"What do you even see in him?" Kirthi had asked once, half-joking.

Anikha just smiled. "He's… not what you think."

That answer only deepened the mystery.

Present 

Bangalore, 12:23 AM  Stanza PG.

It was passed midnight when Kirthi The dim glow of fairy lights danced softly across the shared room walls, throwing shadows on the ceiling. Krithi lay awake on her bed, eyes wide open, earbuds in but no music playing she was awoken by a faint creaking sound. Their apartment complex had thin walls she'd learned to ignore a lot of nighttime noise. But this wasn't just noise.

It was a rhythm. Slow at first… then faster. And then a gasp.

A moan. A female moan. She froze. It came from Anikha's room. Curious and slightly irritated, Kirthi tiptoed through the dim hallway, barefoot. Her bedroom door had a slight crack. She shouldn't look — but something pulled her in.

And what she saw knocked the breath from her lungs.

Anikha was tied. herHands above her head, legs spread wide, blindfolded. And Rahul calm, commanding  circling her like a panther. The scene was intimate and shocking. Anikha's face was flushed, mouth slightly parted as she inhaled sharply. Her usual t-shirt and shorts had been replaced with a black corset and garters, stockings clinging to her thighs. Rahul stood behind her, one hand resting possessively on her hip, the other trailing along her bare stomach.

Kirthi's fingers tightened around the doorframe. She should leave. But her body refused to move, caught between outrage and an unsettling heat that pooled low in her belly. The scene before her is intimate but dangerous Anikha restrained, her chest rising and falling with quickened breaths, the corset pushing her breasts up in an obscene display. Rahul's fingers trace slow circles around her navel, dipping just beneath the lacing. His other hand squeezes her hip, fingers digging in just enough to leave marks. The contrast of his dark hand against her pale skin makes your stomach twist.

"You like that, don't you?" Rahul murmurs, lips brushing her ear. Anikha shivers, nodding jerkily. "Use your words." "I....yes," she whimpers. Her hips tilt slightly forward, seeking contact. The corset's tight lacing accentuates Anikha's every breath as Rahul continues his slow assault, his fingers trailing higher, thumb brushing the underside of one breast. Krithi's grip on the doorframe turns her knuckles white. She should look away, give them privacy, but her feet remain rooted in place.

"Louder," Rahul commands, his voice carrying just enough to make Krithi's skin prickle. "Tell me what you want."

Anikha moans, her back arching slightly. "You. Please."

Rahul chuckles, dark and satisfied. His hands slide around to cup Anikha's frim tits through the corset, squeezing gently.His fingers explored her slowly, deliberately. He was in control, but never cruel. Every touch made Anikha whimper like she was thirsting for more. The way he handled her made Kirthi's throat go dry. She'd never seen Anikha like this—completely undone, pliant, eager. It was unsettling how much she wanted to watch, how her own pulse quickened at the way Rahul's large hands kneaded Anikha's tits.

Rahul's fingers found the lacing at the front of the corset, deftly pulling at the strings. The garment loosened with a soft rustle, the top gaping open enough to reveal the swell of Anikha's naked fresh tits. Kirthi's breath caught as Rahul's mouth descended on one nipple, sucking it between his lips while his fingers toyed with the other. Anikha gasps, her head falling back against Rahul's shoulder. Her chest heaves as he licks and nips at her nipples, teasing them into stiff peaks. The wet sounds of his mouth on her skin echo through the quiet room.

Kirthi's grip on the doorframe loosens slightly as she shifts her weight, pressing her thighs together. She shouldn't be watching this shouldn't be getting wet from watching her best friend get manhandled but her body betrays her. Heat pools low in her belly as she observes the way Anikha's face contorts with pleasure, the way her body arches into Rahul's touch.He whispered things that made Kirthi blush in the darkness. "You're so fucking responsive," he murmurs against her skin. "I love how you react to me." His hands slide down her sides, thumbs brushing the curve of her hips as he kneels behind her. The corset has loosened enough that her tits sway freely now, heavy and flushed from his attentions. He presses his face between them, inhaling deeply before nuzzling against the soft valley between.

Anikha whimpers, her hands fisting above her head as her back arches. "Rahul, please..."

He hums in satisfaction, one hand sliding around to cup her pussy through the thin fabric of her panties. His fingers press firmly, and Anikha lets out a sharp cry, her hips jerking forward. Kirthi's breath catches as she watches Rahul's fingers work Anikha's clit through the damp fabric, the movement unmistakable even from the doorway.

"Already so wet for me," Rahul growls, the words vibrating against Anikha's skin. He turns his head to nip at her inner thigh, just hard enough to make her gasp. "I wonder how you'll taste tonight."

Kirthi's pulse thrums wildly as she watches Rahul's fingers hook into the sides of Anikha's panties. He tugs them down slowly, his teeth grazing her ass as he does. Anikha moans, her body shuddering as the fabric peels away from her skin. Kirthi's own breathing quickens as she watches Rahul's dark head dip between Anikha's spread thighs. His tongue flicks out, licking a slow stripe from her entrance up to her fine clit.

Anikha's entire body jerks, a broken cry escaping her. "F-fuck! Rahul....!"

Rahul chuckles against her skin, the sound vibrating through her. His hands grip her hips tightly, holding her still as his tongue circles her clit. Anikha's thighs tremble as Rahul sucks the sensitive nub into his mouth, his tongue flicking rapidly. Her head falls back with a strangled moan, her fingers clutching the restraints above her head. The sight of her friend completely undone, her body quivering under Rahul's mouth, sends an unexpected jolt through Kirthi's core.

She should leave. She should turn away. But her feet remain rooted to the spot as she watches Anikha's chest heave, her nipples stiff and wet from Rahul's earlier attentions. The corset now hangs open, revealing the flushed skin of her stomach and the curve of her tits swaying as she moves. Rahul's tongue works Anikha's clit with relentless precision, his fingers digging into her hips hard enough to leave marks. She pants openly now, her moans turning to whimpers as she nears the edge. Her body tenses, back arching as she grinds against his face shamelessly. The wet sounds of Rahul's mouth on her pussy fill the small room, mixing with Anikha's broken pleas for more. Krithi's fingers twitch at her sides as she watches Rahul slide two fingers inside Anikha without warning, curling them upward as his tongue continues its assault on her Mallu clit, Anikha's scream shatters the air, her body jerking violently as she comes. Her thighs clamp around Rahul's head as he drinks her in, his fingers pistoning in and out of her slick heat. The sounds she makes are raw, primal nothing like the usually composed girl Kirthi knows. It sends a fresh wave of heat through Kirthi's body, her own nipples stiffening beneath her clothes.

Rahul doesn't relent, his mouth moving against Anikha's oversensitive clit as his fingers stretch her open. She cries out again, her entire body shuddering as a second orgasm crashes over her. Rahul finally pulls back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he rises to his feet. Anikha sags against the restraints, her chest heaving, skin flushed with sweat and pleasure. Her legs are unsteady as she tries to stand upright. Rahul steadies her with one hand on her hip, the other coming up to grip her chin. He turns her face toward him, forcing her to meet his eyes.

"Look at you," he murmurs, voice thick with satisfaction. "So fucking beautiful when you came for me.", Anikha's breath comes in short gasps, her lips parted as she gazes up at him. Rahul Slightly lifts the Anikha's Blindfold corset, exposing her heaving chest fully now. His thumb brushes over one stiff nipple, making her whimper. "You're not done yet," he says, and there's a dangerous promise in his tone. His hand slides down her stomach, fingers teasing at the apex of her thighs. She shudders when he touches her again, still sensitive from her previous climaxes. "You want more, don't you?"

"Yes," Anikha breathes, her voice wrecked. Her hips tilt forward instinctively, seeking more of his touch. Kirthi bites her lip as she watches Rahul's fingers slide through Anikha's slick folds, gathering her arousal before pushing two fingers inside her. Anikha lets out a soft moan, her body rocking against his hand. Rahul's other hand grips her hip, holding her still as he slowly pumps his fingers in and out of her. Her muscles spasm around his digits, still quivering from her previous orgasms. "So tight," he growls, nipping at her earlobe. "You're going to take my cock so well, aren't you?"

"Please," Anikha whimpers, her head falling back against his shoulder. Her thighs spread wider, giving him better access as she pushes back against his hand. The wet sounds of his fingers moving in and out of her echo through the room, mixing with her soft moans. Rahul's thumb finds her clit, circling it slowly as his fingers continue their relentless pace. Anikha's breath hitches, her body tensing as he increases the pressure. "Fuck.... Rahul....!", "You like that?" Rahul murmurs, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear. His fingers curl inside her, pressing against that sweet spot as his thumb works her clit with firm, steady circles. Anikha's entire body tenses, her back arching as another orgasm builds quickly, "Yes!" Her voice cracks as the pleasure crests. Her inner walls clench around Rahul's fingers, her thighs shaking violently as she comes again. Rahul doesn't let up, his fingers still moving inside her as she rides out the waves. When Anikha's breathing finally evens out, he withdraws his fingers and brings them to his mouth, sucking them clean with a satisfied hum. "Delicious," he murmurs, watching her pupils dilate at the sight.

Anikha's face is flushed, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she watches him. She licks her lips unconsciously, her body swaying slightly against the restraints. Rahul's hands slide up to cup her jaw he Places his one finger on Her Lips It part instinctively, and he pushes the finger inside her mouth. She sucks it clean without hesitation, her tongue swirling around his digit. The heat in Rahul's eyes intensifies as he watches her, his other hand sliding down to palm the hard length straining against his trousers. "You taste even better on your tongue," he rasps. His thumb brushes over her swollen lips as she pulls his finger free. Anikha pants, her gaze dropping to the obvious bulge in his pants. She licks her lips again, then meets his eyes with renewed hunger. "Then fuck me," she breathes. "I need you inside me,Untie me."

Rahul's lips curl into a slow, satisfied smile at her words. His hands move to the restraints at her wrists, unbuckling them one by one. Anikha's arms drop limply to her sides as she's freed, her fingers twitching slightly. Rahul's hands slide up her arms to her shoulders, then down her back as he pulls her flush against him. He captures her mouth in a searing kiss, his tongue claiming hers with possessive hunger. Anikha moans into the kiss, her hands coming up to clutch at his shirt. She can feel his erection pressing against her stomach, thick and hot even through the fabric of his trousers.Krithi’s cheeks flush hot. She's never seen Anikha like this—so completely unraveled, so openly needy. It's intoxicating to watch, her friend's normally composed demeanor shattered by pleasure. Kirthi's pulse pounds in her ears as Rahul breaks the kiss to trail his lips down Anikha's neck, nipping at the sensitive skin there. His hands slide down to grip her ass, pulling her tighter against him. Anikha gasps, her hips rocking instinctively against his erection. Her fingers clutch at his shoulders as she grinds against him shamelessly, seeking friction.

Rahul groans against her skin, his hands tightening on her ass as she moves. "That's it." His voice is rough with need as he moves his mouth to her ear. "Ride me like that when I'm inside you. I want to feel every little movement.", Anikha whimpers, her body responding to his words before she can even process them. Her hands slide down to Rahul's belt, fingers fumbling slightly as she undoes the clasp. The metallic jingle seems deafening in the quiet room. She yanks the belt free with a sharp tug, tossing it aside as she works at the button of his trousers. Rahul helps her, pushing his pants and underwear down in one smooth motion. His cock springs free, thick and heavy against his stomach.

Krithi stumbled back, breath catching in her throat. The sheer size of him sends a jolt through her body. Anikha stares at it for a moment before reaching out to wrap her fingers around the shaft. She gives him a few slow strokes, watching as a bead of precum emerges from the tip. Without hesitation, she drops to her knees in front of him. Her tongue darts out to lick away the moisture, her eyes lifting to meet his as she takes the head into her mouth. Rahul hisses through his teeth, his hands coming to rest on her head. Anikha hums around him, the vibration making his hips jerk forward slightly. She bobs her head, taking more of him into her mouth as her tongue swirls along the underside. Rahul's fingers tighten in her hair as she sucks him deeper, his breathing growing ragged. "Fuck," he mutters, his head falling back as pleasure courses through him. Anikha's hands grip his thighs for balance as she works his cock with her mouth, hollowing her cheeks as she pulls back before taking him deep again. His hips move slightly, thrusting shallowly into her mouth. Krithi watches, transfixed, as Anikha's throat works around Rahul's length. She can see the bulge of his cock pressing against the sides of Anikha's throat as she swallows him down. It's obscene and fascinating at once. She was so Horny now and she knows it's worng.

 Anikha's fingers dig into Rahul's thighs as she feels him thicken in her mouth. His hands tighten in her hair, holding her still as he groans. "God, Anikha. I'm going to come." His words are strained, his hips twitching slightly. Anikha moans around his cock, the vibrations making him shudder. She can taste the saltiness of his precum, knowing he's close. Her hands slide around to grip his ass, pulling him deeper as she bobs her head faster. Rahul's body tenses, his cock pulsing in her mouth as he comes with a muffled groan. His release floods her mouth, hot and thick. Anikha swallows every drop, her throat working around his length as she milks him dry. Only when he's finished does she pull back, licking her lips slowly as she gazes up at him. Rahul's chest heaves, his pupils blown wide with satisfaction. He pulls her to her feet, crushing his mouth against hers in a searing kiss. She can taste herself on his tongue, the combination of their flavors intoxicating.

"Bed," he growls against her lips. "Now."

Anikha nods, letting him lead her the few steps to the massive bed dominating the room. He pushes her down onto the mattress, covering her body with his own. Krithi knows what gonna happen next so slowly She step back to her bed, her heartbeat racing, face burning, breath short. The image wouldn’t leave her  mind, and she knew she needed to take a long hot shower to get rid of the sticky feeling in her body. She walked towards the bathroom, her movements unsteady, and her fingers shook as she turned the knob. The water cascaded down, its heat enveloping her. She stepped in, letting the water soothe her tense muscles, and her mind wandered to the scene she just witnessed. Anikha's moans, Rahul's deep voice, the sounds of their bodies moving together - it all replayed in her head, intensifying the feelings coursing through her. She knew it was wrong, but she couldn't deny the effect it had on her. Her hands moved over her body under the hot spray, tracing the same path she imagined Rahul's fingers taking on Anikha. She closed her eyes, leaning against the cool tile as she pictured his strong hands roaming over her friend's skin. The water streaming down her body felt almost like his touch, and she couldn't stop the soft whimper that escaped her. Her fingers brushed over her kannadiga fresh tits, pinching her nipples lightly as she imagined Rahul's mouth on them instead. She slid one hand down her stomach, finding the heat between her thighs already damp and throbbing.

She gasped as her fingers slipped between her folds, circling her clit with slow, deliberate motions. The fantasy played out clearly in her mind - Rahul pinning Anikha beneath him, his body covering hers as he thrust into her with deep, powerful strokes. She could almost feel the stretch, the fullness, as he filled her completely. Her fingers moved faster, her breathing quickening as pleasure built in her core. She leaned her forehead against the shower wall, her knees weakening as she imagined it was Rahul's tongue working her clit instead of her own fingers. Her free hand reached up to cup her breast, rolling the nipple between her fingers as she pictured his mouth there. The fantasy was so vivid, so intense, that she could almost hear the slap of skin against skin, Anikha's moans, Rahul's growls of pleasure. Her hips rocked against her own hand, seeking more friction as she imagined him driving into her. Her body tightened, her muscles coiling as pleasure surged through her. "Rahul," she gasped softly, though no one could hear her. The word felt like a confession, a betrayal, and yet it only heightened her arousal. Her fingers moved faster, pressing harder against her clit as her other hand pinched her nipple sharply. The dual stimulation sent shockwaves through her body. But still she could hear muffled sounds  moans of Anikha, the creak of the cot,

the slap of skin on skin, the occasional groan from Rahul. It was almost as if she was there, watching and participating at the same time. The thought pushed her over the edge. Her orgasm crashed through her, her body arching as pleasure exploded outward from her core. She bit her lip to stifle her cries, her fingers working through the waves of ecstasy until the last tremors subsided. Panting, she leaned heavily against the shower wall, her legs quivering with the aftershocks. Guilt pricked at her conscience, but it was overshadowed by the residual heat in her body. She knew this would happen again. She couldn't stop it. And the worst part? She wanted it to. She wanted to watch them again. She wanted to be in that room, to feel Rahul's hands on her instead of Anikha's. The realization sent another pulse of heat through her body, settling heavily between her thighs. She rinsed off quickly, her movements brisk to mask her lingering arousal. As she toweled off and dressed, she told herself it was just curiosity. Just a fleeting desire. But deep down, she knew it was more. As she lay in bed, her body still humming, she heard the muffled sounds of the mattress creaking next door. Anikha's soft moans carried through the thin walls, followed by Rahul's deeper responses.

She turned onto her side, pressing her face into the pillow to drown out the sounds. But her body betrayed her, warming at the familiar noises. She curled her fingers into the sheets, biting her lip as she tried to ignore the persistent ache between her legs. The mattress continued to creak rhythmically, the sounds of pleasure growing louder. Krithi's breathing quickened as she imagined the scene the way Rahul would look moving above Anikha, the sounds he'd make as he pushed deeper. She saw the Time it's almost 1:30AM  and her stomach churned with hunger, but she knew food was the last thing on her mind right now. Her hands moved almost of their own accord, sliding under the covers to press against her thighs. She squeezed her legs together, trying to ease the throbbing need there. It didn't help. If anything, it made it worse. The sounds next door grew more intense, Anikha's moans higher now, almost breathless. Krithi's fingers crept higher, brushing over the fabric of her pajama shorts. She bit her lip hard enough to hurt as she rubbed slow circles over her mound, the thin material doing little to dull the stimulation. She plug in her earpods again and Rises the Full Volume.

The music blares in her ears, an attempt to drown out the sounds from next door. It doesn't work. Anikha's gasping moans only become more distinct, more intense. Krithi's fingers slip beneath the waistband of her shorts, pushing past her panties to find her slick folds. She's already wet, her arousal coating her fingers as she parts her folds. A soft whimper escapes her as she circles her clit, the sensitivity almost painful. The music pounds in her ears, the bass vibrating through her body as she imagines Rahul's cock buried deep inside Anikha. Her hips lift slightly off the mattress as she increases the pressure on her clit, fingers moving in slow, deliberate circles. The friction sends sharp jolts of pleasure through her body, each one more intense than the last. The moans from next door reach a fever pitch now, Anikha's voice rising higher as Rahul presumably drives into her faster. Krithi's own breathing quickens, matching the rhythm of her fingers. She can feel her walls clench around nothing, her body craving the fullness she knows she'll never have. Not with him.

The thought sends another pulse of wetness between her thighs, her fingers slipping slightly as she continues rubbing. Her thumb presses harder against her clit, mimicking the pressure she imagines Rahul would apply. Her free hand grips the sheet beneath her, twisting the fabric as she grinds her hips against her own touch. The music drowns out everything except the sounds of her own ragged breathing and the occasional whimper she can't suppress. She moves her fingers lower, sliding two inside herself without preamble. The stretch is delicious, her inner walls fluttering around the intrusion. She curls her fingers slightly, mimicking what she knows a cock would do, and the resulting pleasure is almost overwhelming. Her hips buck against her hand as she fucks herself with her fingers, imagining it's Rahul inside her instead. The sounds next door grow more frantic, Anikha's voice breaking as she cries out in orgasm. Krithi's free hand moves to her breast, pinching and rolling her nipple as she continues thrusting into herself. Her climax builds rapidly, her body tensing as it nears the edge. She imagines Rahul above her, his muscular Tamil body pressing her into the mattress as he pounds into her relentlessly. The fantasy is so vivid, so intense, that she can almost feel him - his hands on her tits, his dick filling her completely, his lips on her neck. The thought pushes her over the edge. Her back arches off the bed as her orgasm crashes through her, her fingers curling inside herself as her walls clamp down around them. A broken moan escapes her, muffled by the music still blaring in her ears. Her hips jerk uncontrollably as she rides out the intense sensations, her clit pulsing against her other fingers.

Next door, Anikha's cries are reaching a crescendo, her pleasure evident even through the wall. Krithi imagines Rahul coming inside her friend, hot and deep, the fantasy sending another aftershock through her own body, As the last tremors subside, she removes her fingers slowly, bringing them to her mouth without thinking. The taste of herself is familiar and intense, her tongue swirling around her fingertips as she savors the evidence of her own pleasure. She licks clean every last drop, her eyes half-lidded as she imagines it's Rahul's tongue instead, cleaning her after fucking her properly. The thought sends another pulse of heat through her body, her spent muscles fluttering weakly at the fantasy.

The Moan Fades Slowly From Next Room.  As the muffled sounds of ecstasy fade from the next room, Krithi slowly removes her earpods, the silence feeling somehow more oppressive now. Her body is slick with sweat, her breath still coming in quick pants. She glances at the clock, noting that it's nearly 2:00AM. The hunger that had plagued her earlier has been replaced by an intense need, a desire that can't be satisfied with food.

She closes her eyes, trying to calm her racing thoughts and rapid heartbeat. The guilt that had been present before is back, stronger now, but it's accompanied by an undeniable thrill. She imagines Rahul's face as he watches her, his dark eyes heavy-lidded with satisfaction. The way he'd look at her not with the casual affection he shows Anikha, but with something hotter, hungrier. The thought makes her stomach flip, and she presses a hand against it, as if to still the butterflies there. Anikha's voice drifts through the wall again, softer now, sated. Krithi knows she's thanking him, murmuring sweet words that make her throat tighten with something that's not quite jealousy but close. She hates that she wants those words directed at her. She hates that she wants to be the one receiving Rahul's attention. Her fingers curl into the sheets again as she listens to the quiet conversation next door. She can't make out the words, but she doesn't need to. The content is clear enough post-coital tenderness, intimacy, the kind of connection she's never had with Rahul. The realization stings more than it should.

She turns onto her back, staring up at the ceiling. The fan above her turns slowly, casting lazy shadows across the room. And Closes her Eye's to Sleep & she hears the Main Door Locking sound The click of the lock echoes through the apartment, and Krithi's fingers tighten in the sheets. She knows what that sound means he is Leaving,  The thought sends a pang through her chest. She listens intently, straining to hear any movement or conversation, but there's only silence now. After a few moments, she hears Anikha's footsteps in the hallway, followed by the soft creak of her bedroom door closing. Krithi now slowly falls asleep without tempting moans and the Night fades.

The Next Day Sunday Morning...

The next morning, Krithi wakes up with a start, the events of the previous night fresh in her mind. She rolls over, burying her face in the pillow, as if to hide from the reality of what she'd done. The guilt weighs heavily on her, more than she'd expected. She can still taste herself on her tongue, a persistent reminder of her betrayal. After a moment, she forces herself to get up, needing to escape the confines of her room. She heads to the kitchen Krithi tried to act normal, sipping her filter coffee. Anikha walked in, her hair messy but her face glowing. She wore an oversized T-shirts. She caught Krithi’s eyes and grinned.

“You didn’t sleep well?” Anikha asked, opening the fridge.

Krithi looked at her for a long second. Then, casually, “Was it... him? Last night?”

"You… let him tie you up?"

Anikha’s eyes sparkled mischievously. “You peeked?”

"I heard things. Saw things. Anikha, that's not you. What the hell?"

Anikha leaned in, voice low. “That’s exactly why it is me. You don't get it, Kirthi. He makes me feel things I didn’t know I craved. Powerless, cherished, free… all at once.”

Kirti frowned, confused… but undeniably curious. “So it’s like... a kink thing?”

Anikha nodded. “It’s more than sex. It’s trust. Control. Letting go. You’ve never wondered what it’s like to not be the strong one?” Kirthi didn’t reply. But her body betrayed her a hot flutter between her thighs.

Anikha walked closer, her voice low, intimate.

“He’s raw. Unapologetic. When he touches me, it’s like he owns the moment. Not like those soft boys who just want to cuddle and make promises. Rahul knows what I want before I ask. And he’s not scared to take it.”

Krithi’s cheeks burned again.

“That’s not love,” she said, almost defensive.

Anikha smiled. “Who said anything about love?” Anikha reached across and grabbed a coffee mug, her fingers brushing against Krithi's as she took it. The touch lingered for a moment, and Anikha's face showed a flash of something - surprise, perhaps, or even a flicker of interest. Krithi's heart pounded in her chest, her body reacting instinctively to the proximity.

"Hey," Anikha said softly, "are you okay? You seem really tense." Her hand reached out, hesitating for a moment before coming to rest on Krithi's arm. The touch was gentle, comforting, but it sent a jolt through Krithi's body. Krithi Slowly Made a Confess to Anikha that What Happened In Night Anikha's fingers stiffened slightly at Krithi's admission. Her face changed shock, confusion, and something deeper. She pulled back just enough to search Krithi's face, her thumb still resting lightly on Krithi's wrist.

"You... you did that because of what you heard?" Anikha asked, speaking quietly. There was no accusation in her tone, only raw curiosity. Krithi nodded, unable to meet her friend's eyes. "And you... you imagined it was me?", Krithi's head snapped up, eyes wide. "No! I mean" She stopped, swallowed hard. "It wasn't... specific. It was just... you know... fantasy." Anikha's face softened. She moved closer, and Krithi could smell the faint traces of Rahul's cologne on her skin. "You've never told me you... wanted something like that before."

"I didn't know," Krithi admitted, her voice barely audible. "Not until I heard you two. It just... happened."Anikha's fingers moved from Krithi's wrist to her hand, intertwining gently. "It doesn't have to be a bad thing," she said. "Desire isn't shameful."

"But it is when it's about your boyfriend," Krithi said, her eyes darting away.

Anikha laughed softly. "You think I haven't thought about other people when we're together?" she asked, squeezing Krithi's hand. "Even when we're making love, sometimes my mind wanders. It's human."

Krithi looked up at her, uncertain. "But... you love him."

Anikha shrugged. "I do. But love isn't the same as desire. You can love someone and still want something different." She leaned closer, speaking more quietly. "And right now, looking at you... I'm realizing you might want something different too."

Krithi's breath caught in her throat. "You can't say things like that," she whispered, even as her body betrayed her, leaning ever so slightly toward Anikha.

"Why not?" Anikha asked, tilting her head.

There was silence. Thick. Tense. Almost intimate.

Krithi swallowed hard. “I don’t want to ruin what we have.”

Anikha leaned closer, their foreheads nearly touching. “You’re not ruining anything. This isn’t betrayal, Krithi. It’s curiosity... connection... chemistry.”

Krithi’s lips parted slightly. “But Rahul...”

“I’ll handle Rahul,” Anikha murmured. “This is about you. What do you want?”

That question hung in the air like incense sweet, dangerous, impossible to ignore.

Krithi closed her eyes. Her body felt warm, her breath shallow. She had always been the girl who lived in her head—who watched from the sidelines. But now she was inside the story. The heat of it. The risk of it.

“I don’t know what I want,” she confessed.

Anikha smiled. “Then let’s find out.”

Her fingers slid to Krithi’s cheek, slow and non-threatening, giving Krithi every second to pull away.

She didn’t.

Krithi’s eyes fluttered open just as Anikha leaned in not for a kiss, but to press her forehead gently against Krithi’s, her breath warm between them.

“I’m not asking for anything tonight,” Anikha whispered. “But don’t be afraid of what you feel. You’re not alone in it.”

Krithi nodded slowly, her heart thudding, her skin buzzing with confusion and anticipation.

The line between friendship, curiosity, and desire had been crossed and there was no going back........

********_End Of Episode 01_********