As the door swung open, Roshan stepped into the apartment, his presence igniting the air with an electric tension. Minakshi, Sarah, and Ankita exchanged glances, their hearts racing with anticipation. The room was filled with an intoxicating mix of curiosity and apprehension as they settled back onto the couch, the boundaries of their relationships now blurred by the weight of their collective desires.

“Did I interrupt something?” Roshan asked, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes. His gaze flickered between the three women, lingering on each for a moment longer. Minakshi, ever the confident one, flashed a smile, her usual poise intact.