Medha pulled her lips from his just long enough to whisper, hot and close:
“I’ve never wanted anything so wrong… and so right.”
His mouth captured hers again before she could say more.
They stood there, wrapped in each other, lost in the heat rising between fabric, through skin, past boundaries they would never redraw.
Then —
a bark.
Sharp. Close.
They froze.
The stray dog trotted past, tail wagging, oblivious to the storm it had broken.
Reality crashed in.
Medha stepped back first, breathless, eyes wide. She tugged her kurti down, her hands shaky.
Ankit straightened, lips parted, his fingers flexing like they could still feel her.
They looked at each other — not with guilt.
But with knowing.
A truth too big for words.
“I… should go,” she said, again.
“Yeah,” he said, softer. “Me too.”
They turned, walking away — in opposite directions.
The space between them stretched.
Their hands still tingled.
Their hearts still beat for a kiss they could never unfeel.
And whatever happens next…
belongs entirely to the reader.
END OF STORY
“Undone“