The night was young, but their lust was ancient and insatiable. After cleaning each other with their tongues in a post-coital haze, they found themselves in the dimly lit living room. The air was still thick with the scent of their sweat and sex. Shiv sat on his favorite armchair, his body relaxed but his eyes predatory, watching Mitali as she moved around the room, collecting the scattered remnants of their clothing.
"Zara idhar aa, bahu," he commanded, his voice a low growl.
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