The music pulsed through the club like a heartbeat—loud, relentless, impossible to ignore.
Ira stepped inside, the dim lights brushing over her like a secret. She wasn't dressed to stand out, yet somehow she did. Maybe it was the quiet confidence. Maybe it was the way her eyes scanned the room, as if she belonged everywhere and nowhere at once.
She didn't come here often.
But tonight felt different.
She moved toward the bar, fingers brushing against the cool glass as she ordered something strong—something that would quiet the noise in her head.
And then she noticed him.
Vihaan.
On the dance floor.
Effortless. Unbothered. Lost in the rhythm like the world didn't exist beyond that moment. His shirt clung slightly, his movements smooth, controlled—dangerously so.
Their eyes met for a second.
Just a second.
But something shifted.
Ira looked away first.
Minutes later, the drink burned down her throat, and somehow, she found herself closer to the dance floor than she intended.
Closer to him.
Vihaan noticed her this time.
Really noticed her.
He stepped forward, not asking, just… there.
A silent invitation.
And Ira—she didn't refuse.
The music swallowed them.
Bodies moved, but theirs moved together.
Not touching.
Then almost touching.
Then—
His hand brushed her waist.
Light. Testing.
Ira inhaled sharply, but didn't step back.
Their rhythm changed.
Slower.
Closer.
Too close.
"Dangerous place to be alone," he murmured, leaning just enough for his voice to reach her ear.
Ira turned her head, their faces inches apart."Who said I was alone?"
A small smile touched his lips.
That was the moment.
Something unspoken passed between them.
One drink became two.
Two became something neither of them was counting anymore.
Laughter softened into silence.Silence into glances that lasted too long.
And suddenly, the noise of the club felt distant.
Unimportant.
Outside, the air was cooler—but it didn't help.
Not when Vihaan was still standing too close.
Not when Ira didn't move away.
"Are you always like this?" he asked quietly.
"Like what?"
"Like you already know how this ends."
Ira held his gaze.
"Do you?"
He didn't answer.
He just stepped closer.
And this time, neither of them stopped it.
The world blurred into moments—a door closing,a breath catching,fingers hesitating before not hesitating anymore.
The tension that had been building all night finally broke—
—and everything else faded with it.
Then they are kissing in the elevator and wildly kissing in the corridor toungue are rolling till the room.
After entering the room they take off the clothes almost tearing them can not wait to see each other naked.
Then Vihaan start to kiss the pussy of Ira.
Ira moaning "ohh yeah" "fuck me" moanings are getting louder and more intense.
Vihaan start to rub her boobs.
Ira can not wait to suck the dick the Vihaan.
Ira on her knees start to suck it like it some tasty thing in the world.
Ira slowly sucking Vihaan penis.
Licking the tip of the penis and then rubbing the ball with one hand.
And then slowly kissing the balls and side of the penis.
Movement is going on and on kissing licking the tip and rubbing the ball.
Start to suck and almost choking with penis and the eyes are puffy and throat is itching.
After that Vihaan puts his penis in the pussy of Ira and start teasing her.
She is begging with her puffy eyes to insert it but slowly he rubs his penis onto the pussy of Ira.
Ira pussy is wet like hell and maoning are getting louder.
Even though the AC is on they are drenching in the sweat.