As the days turned into weeks, the tension between Priya and Laxman grew thicker than the humid air that clung to their skin. They stole glances at each other during family gatherings, their bodies aching for the next time they could be alone. And when that moment finally arrived, it was like a storm had been unleashed within the confines of Laxman's opulent suite.

That night, as the moon painted silver streaks across the velvet sky, Priya found herself unable to resist the siren call of Laxman's desire. She crept from her marital bed, her heart thundering like a stampede of wild horses, and made her way to his chamber. The door creaked open, revealing his shadowy silhouette, his muscular form outlined by the flickering candlelight.