Mishka downed a few more shots and stumbled onto the dance floor, her curves swaying to the rhythm. She was lost in the music, her eyes closed, and her arms raised above her head.
A guy tried to grab her waist from behind, but our handsome stranger, Aniket, didn't take kindly to that. He watched with a scowl as Mishka threw the guy's hand off and glared at him. The guy backed off, but his lustful gaze lingered on Mishka.
Aniket navigated through the crowded dance floor and whispered in Mishka's ear, "Love, someone's still staring at you with lustful eyes." Mishka's response was to wrap her arms around Aniket's neck, pulling him close as they danced.
Mishka, clearly drunk, sniffed Aniket's neck, mumbling, "You smell good, handsome." Aniket's eyes locked onto hers, his gaze burning with intensity. The music, the lights, and the crowd faded into the background as they lost themselves in the moment...
As the music pulsed around them, Mishka and Aniket's lips met in a passionate, all-consuming kiss. Aniket's hunger was palpable, his tongue claiming Mishka's as he devoured her mouth.
Mishka's response was just as fervent, her tongue tangling with Aniket's as they breathed heavily into each other's mouths. The world around them melted away, leaving only the thrum of desire and the urgent need for more.
Aniket pulled back, his chest heaving, and gazed into Mishka's eyes. "Love, you're making me crazy," he whispered, his voice husky with need. And then, he claimed her lips once more, the kiss deepening into a passionate, soul-stirring connection...
Mishka's voice was barely above a whisper, but her words sent shivers down Aniket's spine. "Take me out of here, handsome."
Aniket's eyes locked onto hers, his gaze burning with intensity. "As you wish, Princess," he replied, his voice low and husky.
Without another word, they wrapped their arms around each other, their fingers intertwining as they navigated through the crowded club. They made their way to the corridor, the cool air a welcome respite from the sweltering heat of the dance floor.
As they walked, the sound of the music grew fainter, replaced by the pounding of their hearts. The tension between them was palpable, a spark waiting to ignite...

As they stepped into the elevator, Aniket turned to Mishka with a sly smile. "Where, Princess? Yours or mine?"
Mishka's response was a flirtatious whisper. "Yours, handsome."
Aniket's eyes gleamed with triumph as he pressed the button for the top floor. The elevator doors slid open, revealing a private penthouse suite that seemed to stretch on forever.
With a sweep of his arm, Aniket invited Mishka to enter. She stepped inside, her eyes widening as she took in the opulent decor and breathtaking view of the city skyline.
Aniket followed close behind, his eyes never leaving Mishka's face. The air was electric with tension, the promise of what was to come hanging
like a challenge between them...
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