Unexpected Connection

Why are you Restless?

Kajol stepped into her hotel suite, closing the door behind her with a soft click. The room was dim, illuminated only by the faint glow of city lights filtering through the sheer curtains. Her breath was uneven, her body still humming from the intensity of the night before. She pressed her back against the door, eyes fluttering shut as she let out a slow exhale.

The scent of him still clung to her skin cologne, musk, and the remnants of their shared passion. Her silk saree, the one she had so impatiently peeled off her body, was now wrinkled, hanging loosely from her shoulders as if it, too, carried the weight of what they had done.

She pushed off the door and walked toward the mirror. Her reflection was a mess, her lipstick was smudged, her hair tangled from his fingers threading through it, and her skin bore the faint marks of his possession of his lips on her skin. Kajol clenched her jaw, forcing herself to look away.

She braced her hands on the vanity, staring down at the marble surface as if it held the answers to the storm inside her. The soreness between her legs was a brutal reminder of just how much she had surrendered to him, how much she had let herself feel in those stolen hours.

A shudder rolled through her, but this wasn’t guilt. No, she felt nothing but satisfaction. He had a wife. He had a family. And yet, in that moment, he had wanted only her.

With a sharp inhale, she straightened, her mind forcing itself back into order. He was leaving in a few hours going back to Delhi, back to his wife and kids, back to the life she had no place in. And she? She was a CEO, a woman who had rebuilt herself after a failed marriage, a woman who refused to be weak again.

Kajol turned away from the mirror, walking toward the bathroom. A shower, that’s what she needed. To wash him off her skin, to erase the memory of his hands, his lips, him whispering her name in the dark.

But as she stepped under the spray of hot water, eyes shutting against the rush of warmth, she knew one thing for certain.

No matter how much she tried, she would never truly forget tonight.

As the hot water cascaded over her body, Kajol tilted her head back, letting the steam surround her like a cocoon. She ran her hands over her arms, her skin still hypersensitive, as if it remembered every place he had touched, every place he had claimed. A slow, almost wicked smile curved her lips. He would never forget this night.

No matter how much he tried, no matter how much he convinced himself that this was just an indulgence, an escape, he would think of her. When he lay beside his wife, when he closed his eyes, when he reached out in the dark, searching for something he could never have again. A selfish part of her reveled in it. She wanted to haunt him.

She wanted him to touch his wife and only feel the absence of her. To hear her name in his mind when he was supposed to be thinking of someone else. To crave what he could never truly own, Her.

Kajol let out a shaky breath, her hands pressing over her face. She shouldn’t feel this way. She should walk away with no regrets, no lingering desires. But the truth was, she did even though she didn't want it to. She suppressed those feelings immediately they tried to come to the surface. She wasn’t a weak woman not ever.

She wanted him to suffer in his longing, the same way she knew she suffered after finding out about Varun's affair. Kajol let the water wash away the last traces of his touch. A bitter chuckle escaped her lips, she wasn’t naive. She knew exactly what last night was, lust, escape, indulgence. Nothing more, it was a man’s world and to her she would treat their encounter as a business transaction.

She wasn’t some love-struck fool clinging to false hope. He was a married man, and she had no place in his world beyond the darkened corners where neither of them had to acknowledge reality.