The vibrant rhythms from the Holi festival pulsed relentlessly, the dance floor alive with swirling feet and bursts of colored powder that drifted like mist through the thick, warm air.
Kayra and Sonal spun around Avani, their laughter ringing clear as they pulled her into yet another dizzying twirl. She moved with them, her body responding automatically to the beat, but her mind had already drifted far from the revelry.
Her gaze was fixed elsewhere, drawn like a moth to a flame across the park where Varun had repositioned near the DJ booth. His kurta, stained and streaked with gulal, clung damply to his toned frame; occasional flashes of light caught the sharp lines of his jaw and the steady intensity in his eyes as they locked with hers.
When their eyes met again, Varun gave a subtle tilt of his chin toward the shadowed area behind the stage. The gesture was so slight it could have been missed, but Avani felt a jolt of recognition. He was inviting her to slip away from the crowd — to meet him in secret.
Her breath hitched, a fluttering sensation spreading through her chest as the music beat on around her. Her body swayed with the rhythm, but the pulse in her ears was now matched by the pounding in her heart.
Kayra nudged her shoulder lightly. "Avu, ek aur thandai? Jaldi aao!" she called cheerfully.
Avani forced a small smile, shaking her head. "Tum dono jao, main baad mein aati hoon."
Before any protests could arise, Sonal tugged Kayra toward the refreshments, giving Avani the perfect opportunity to slip away unnoticed.
Her dupatta had fallen loosely from her arm, and she adjusted it absentmindedly, her hands betraying her nervousness with a subtle tremor.
She edged behind the DJ setup, the booming bass rattling her ribs even here, but offering a veil of privacy. Hidden by the towering speakers and a jumble of cables, no one seemed to notice the quiet figure slipping into the shadows.
There he was. Varun stood waiting, silent and calm, barely glancing her way before turning toward the dim outskirts of the park.
Without conscious thought, Avani followed. The laughter and drums gradually faded into a distant echo as they moved through a narrow gap in the fence, the bright park lights dimming behind them.
Ahead, the skeletal frame of an unfinished building loomed, its cold concrete pillars rising rigidly against the night sky, silent sentinels guarding the secrets within.
The air was thick with dust and the unmistakable scent of fresh cement, mingling with the faint hint of earth and distant greenery. The only sounds were the soft rustling of their footsteps on gravel and the muted throb of music carried faintly on the wind.
Varun pushed open a half-broken gate and stepped inside. Avani followed, her sandals crunching softly as she descended a short flight of concrete stairs into the building's basement.
The space yawned open before them — dark, empty, smelling damp and cold with the rawness of unfinished construction. A solitary, flickering bulb cast weak, uneven light against the rough walls, creating a cocoon of shadows.
Here, the festival's chaos seemed impossibly distant. The world had shrunk to just the two of them.
Varun finally turned, his eyes locking onto Avani's in the muted glow. The silence between them was charged, thick with unspoken words and suppressed desires.
Avani swallowed hard, her chest rising rapidly with ragged breaths. This was the moment she had fantasized about during lonely nights — the yearning, the ache for something forbidden and deep.
In the dim light, her back brushed against the cold, unforgiving cement wall as Varun stepped closer, his shadow stretching long and commanding above her.
"Varun... kya kar rahe ho?" she whispered, voice trembling despite herself.
His gaze burned into hers. "Tum jaanti ho main kya kar raha hoon. Tum kya lagti ho mujhse dekh kar?" he murmured, stepping even nearer.
She stayed silent, fingers nervously twisting the edge of her dupatta, her heart racing uncontrollably.
Suddenly, his hand shot out, gripping her wrist firmly, pulling her sharply toward him.
A sharp breath escaped her lips as her chest collided against his solid frame. A flicker of apprehension crossed her mind, but desire quickly overwhelmed fear.
"Varun... nahi... koi dekh lega," she pleaded softly, a mixture of protest and yearning in her voice.
"Koi nahi aayega," he assured, eyes dark with intensity. "Mujhe pata hai tum mujhe kya chahti ho."
Her gaze faltered, darting to the floor as she feigned resistance. "Nahi... Varun, mujhe chhodo," she breathed.
He smiled, a slow, knowing curve of lips. "Acha? Toh phir tum yahan kyun ho?"
His other hand pressed firmly at her waist, anchoring her in place. His face hovered dangerously close, voice low and gravelly. "Aaj tumne mujhe bohot dekha... main jaanta hoon tum kaise mujhe dekh rahi ho."
Her lips parted, words caught in her throat. His unwavering stare made her shoulders relax despite herself. She swallowed and whispered, "Main nahi... main bas..."
But the sentence died on her lips when his mouth crushed down upon hers.
The kiss was fierce and desperate, stealing her breath in an instant. She whimpered softly, palms pressed against his chest, unsure whether to push away or pull him closer.
His stubble scratched tender skin as his tongue sought entrance, coaxing her lips apart until a shudder of sensation swept through her.
"Kaho," he growled between heated kisses, lips brushing hers, "ke tum yeh chahti thi."
Her body trembled, surrendering as resistance melted away. Clutching handfuls of his kurta, she pulled him nearer, voice husky. "Haan... main chahti thi... main tumhe chahti thi."
Their mouths collided again, harder, more urgent, messy with abandon. He pinned her to the rough wall, breaths mingling, vibrant streaks of gulal smearing across flushed skin.
Between gasps, she confessed, "Har baar jab tum ghar aate the... main tumhe chhoona chahti thi... tumhare baare mein socha karti thi..."
Varun groaned, his hand sliding up her side, thumb tracing the curve of her breast beneath the thin fabric of her kurta. His voice was a low rasp against her lips. "Gandi ladki... par main jaanta hoon. Tumhari aankhon ne sab kuch bata diya."
Avani moaned softly, deepening the kiss, words spilling between breaths, unabashed and raw. "Main tumse pyaar karti hoon... mujhe farq nahi padta... main bas tum chahti hoon..."
His hand gripped her jaw, tilting her face up as he devoured her mouth again. Teeth clashed, tongues tangled, the basement echoing with the wet, eager sounds of their union.
She gasped as his hand slid lower, gripping her hip and pulling her flush against him, his hardness pressing insistently through the kurta. Her nails dug into his back, her body arching involuntarily to meet his.
Fear had dissolved, replaced by a fierce blaze of heat and longing.
Every kiss, every whispered admission, stripped away her defenses until she was laid bare before him.
Their passion ignited, growing wilder and more consuming. What began as tentative touches morphed into a tempest they both surrendered to eagerly.
Gulal smeared faces and sweat-dampened clothes marked them like warriors of desire, their lips crashing relentlessly, breaths ragged and mingling.
Avani’s breathing grew heavier, soft moans spilling into his mouth each time their tongues tangled in urgent dance. Her hands roamed over his chest and shoulders, clutching his arms as proof he was real, grounding her in this moment.
Between heated kisses, she whispered his name, voice breaking with need. "Varun... main itna chahti thi... itni der se."
He responded with a low groan, pressing her harder against the wall, fingers exploring beneath her kurta, his thumb teasing her nipple, hard and sensitive through the damp fabric.
"Mmhh... Varun..." she moaned, head tilting back as his lips trailed along her jaw, biting gently into her neck, igniting sparks along her skin.
Her hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as her mouth roamed — kissing his stubbled jaw, his throat, tracing frantic, desperate paths along his collarbone.
Wild, breathless words spilled from her lips: "Main tumse chahti hoon... main tumse pyaar karti hoon... tumhare baare mein sochti rehti hoon..."
He silenced her with a deep, consuming kiss, hand squeezing her breast with deliberate pressure, rolling it in his palm until she gasped, biting his lip sensually.
Her body burned, fire coursing through every nerve. Without hesitation, she lifted a leg around his waist, salwar tightening tautly over her thigh.
Varun caught her knee with ease, hoisting her fully off the ground so both legs wrapped securely around his waist.
Pinned to the cold wall, Avani clung to him, arms encircling his neck as their mouths met in wild, hungry kisses that bordered on desperate.
His free hand kneaded her breast beneath the thin fabric, thumb circling and teasing until she writhed against him, grinding involuntarily.
Each kiss grew fiercer, wetter, louder, the basement echoing with the symphony of their lust.
It was raw, urgent, and unrestrained — hunger made flesh.
The faint bass from the DJ's set reverberated faintly through the concrete above, a distant heartbeat underscoring their frenzy.
In the shadows, their bodies melded, lips swollen and stained with gulal that smudged like passionate war paint.
Varun yanked at the ties of her kameez, ripping the fabric upwards and over her head in one swift motion. The cool basement air kissed her damp skin, raising goosebumps.
Before she could cover herself, his fingers hooked the straps of her bra, pulling them down with measured force.
"Varun..." she gasped, but the word dissolved into a sharp cry as his mouth closed over her nipple.
His stubble scratched her soft skin, teeth grazing lightly as he suckled, drawing a loud moan from deep within her.
His other hand clasped her other breast, squeezing and kneading with an almost possessive intensity that left her breathless.
"Ahhh... oh god..." her moans blended with the muffled roar of music and distant screams from the festival outside.
Avani arched against the wall, fingers tangled in his hair, braid loosening and tumbling wild around her flushed face.
She pressed herself shamelessly into his mouth, breath ragged and uneven. "Ahh Varun... ahmmm... ohhhh..."
He pulled back just enough to bite her nipple, smirking against her chest. "Aur main chahta hoon ki tum meri maang karlo," he whispered.
She whimpered, tugging at the hem of her salwar impatiently. He helped, ripping the thin cotton aside and sliding her panties down her trembling legs until they fell away. She kicked them off, thighs trembling, her core already drenched and ready.
Their mouths crashed together again, sloppy and insistent, gulal streaking their chins. Between gasps, she murmured, "Main tumhe chhoona chahti hoon... mujhe do..."
Her hands pushed down his kurta, fumbling with the buttons of his pants until his cock sprang free, thick and heavy in her palm.
Her breath caught as she wrapped her hand around him, stroking slowly at first, then faster with growing confidence.
Varun groaned deep in his chest, forehead resting against hers. "Fuck, Avani..."
He gripped her thighs suddenly and lifted her effortlessly, legs tightening around his waist, back flush against the cold wall.
She clung to him, kissing fiercely, hand relentlessly stroking his shaft between their bodies.
He pulled back just enough to align himself, the thick head sliding along her slick folds, rubbing fully against her, teasing and pressing without penetration.
Her cry was sharp and raw, head falling back as the friction ignited an unbearable fire within her.
"Ahhh... Varun!"
He growled, grinding along her, spreading her wetness with each movement. The fat head of his cock dragged teasingly at her entrance, never pushing in but promising more.
Her moans grew frantic, mingled with frustration and deep pleasure, echoing through the hollow basement as the DJ's bass pounded overhead.
"Please... stop teasing..." she begged between kisses, biting at his lip, hips moving shamelessly to meet him.
His breath was hot against her ear as he pressed harder, cock slick with their shared arousal. "Tum chahti ho yeh? Kaho."
"Main chahti hoon," she gasped, voice trembling. "Main tumhe chahti hoon... mere andar... bohot der se... har baar jab tum aate ho... oh God, Varun... fuck..."
He teased her folds relentlessly, rubbing and pressing, the ache building unbearable. Her nails clawed his back as she cried out his name, lost in the tangled mix of music and desire.
Slowly, he pushed in, filling her with the first delicious stretch of intimacy. Their bodies melded perfectly, every movement sending sparks through her veins.
Varun’s hands gripped her hips tightly as he began a slow, steady rhythm, deep and sure, each thrust drawing a raw, desperate moan from her lips.
They moved together as one, shadows in the flickering light, their passion spilling over in waves that left no room for doubt or restraint.
The outside world, the party, the guests — all faded away until only this secluded basement existed, a sanctuary for their long-suppressed hunger and forbidden desire.
Avani’s voice broke through the heavy silence, breathless and pleading, "Varun... mujhe chhodo mat... main tumhari hoon... bas tumhari..."
He groaned, pressing deeper, claiming her fully with every measured thrust. The rawness of their connection overwhelmed them, a potent mix of need, longing, and undeniable love.
As their bodies moved in perfect unison, the flickering bulb above cast their entangled shadows on the rough walls — two souls finally entwined, surrendering to the wild, consuming fire of desire.
In that hidden basement, beneath the distant beats of the Holi festival, Avani and Varun lost themselves utterly — in each other, in the moment, in the reckless abandon of forbidden love unleashed.