In the whirlwind of an Indian wedding, two strangers—a distant cousin and the groom’s college friend—find themselves irresistibly drawn to each other.
Their chance encounter leads to a stolen moment in a sari-draped storage room, where they give in to a heated, passionate encounter.
The intense chemistry between them is palpable, as they explore each other's bodies with urgency and desire.
Their encounter is marked by a sense of reckless abandon, as they shed layers of their wedding attire, leaving only their payal/anklets jingling as a reminder of the celebration outside.
Their connection is raw and primal, a dance of lust and longing that leaves them breathless and satisfied amidst the rhythmic throb of the wedding music.
RedQuill