That night, the three of them sat together for dinner, the atmosphere thick with an unspoken, electric tension. Shivi was painfully shy, her gaze fixed firmly on her plate, unable to even glance in jay's direction. Every time she felt his eyes on her, a shiver ran down her spine. Anchal, noticing her sister's strange behavior, asked her what was wrong. Shivi simply blushed a deep crimson, her lips trembling as she remained silent. How could she possibly tell her sister that, she had secretly enjoyed every second sex in the morning of it?

Two days passed in a blur of stolen glances and simmering desire. Then came the day of the family puja. The house was bustling with activity, filled with the scent of incense and the chatter of relatives. anchal’s parents were also present, and the home was crowded with guests. In the midst of the preparations, anchal’s mother called out to shivi, instructing her to go to the storeroom to fetch the flowers for the altar.