The days following their heated reconciliation had settled into a rhythm of rediscovered intimacy for Sidharth and Shehnaaz, their two-year marriage a canvas of unyielding desire painted over with the colors of everyday life. At 41, Sidharth's life revolved around his tech empire and the woman who anchored him—Shehnaaz, now 28, whose soft, curvaceous form continued to ignite him like the first day they'd crossed that forbidden line from friends to lovers. He tracked her cycle meticulously, not out of obligation but from a deep-seated need to anticipate her every shift, to be the one who eased her cravings before she even voiced them. Lately, he'd noticed the subtle signs: her laughter ringing a touch higher, her body seeking his warmth more insistently, the way her eyes lingered on his bare chest after his morning workouts. Her period was due in a day or two, and with it came her transformation into a whirlwind of need, clingy and insatiable, turning their home into a playground of spontaneous touches.