Dinner arrived shortly after. The hotel staff set up a beautiful candlelit table on the private terrace beside the infinity pool. Once the staff left, Atharva stepped out of the pool, water dripping down his sculpted body. He didn’t bother putting on a shirt and just wrapped a towel low around his waist.

Ishani stayed seated on the edge of the pool, looking incredibly seductive in his unbuttoned white shirt and lacy black lingerie, her legs still gently moving in the water.