The senior instructor listens attentively, nodding from time to time as if she understands everything Neela is saying without having to ask any questions. When Neela finishes speaking, the woman smiles kindly and places a hand on her shoulder.

"Well, it sounds like you have quite a bit of potential," she says. "I think we could use someone with your dedication and passion in our class." Before Neela can respond, the instructor continues: "Why don't you stay for today's lesson?

Neela looks at Lucky, who gives her a reassuring smile. She takes a deep breath and nods in agreement. The senior instructor beams with delight and turns to leave the room, promising to introduce Neela to the rest of the class once they're finished with their warm-ups.

As Neela watches the woman walk away, she can't help but feel a sense of hope stirring within her. Maybe this marriage isn't as terrible as she thought it would be after all...

She wandered down the hallway, her curiosity getting the better of her. The house was much larger than she'd expected, with several bedrooms and a spacious living area. There were even servants quarters off to one side. She wondered what it must be like to live in such luxury...

Her exploration eventually led her to the kitchen, which was filled with all manner of strange utensils and appliances. "Um..." she called out uncertainly, not wanting to intrude on anything.

"Krish?" she repeated, her voice stronger this time as she poked her head into the hallway. "Are you here?" She peeked around the corner, spotting him emerging from one of the guest bedrooms.

He smiled at her when he saw her. "Hello there, Neela. Finding your way around all right?"

She nodded, blushing slightly as she glanced down at the floor. "I was just... exploring," she admitted sheepishly. "

Her hips buck wildly against his, her orgasm crashing over her in a wave of blissful release. She cries out his name as the tension finally breaks, her body shuddering with the force of her climax. As it subsides, she collapses onto him, spent and satisfied.

"My pussy," she whispers, her voice hoarse from pleasure and exertion. "It feels amazing... like it's finally found its home..."

Her words are barely audible as she whispers them against his skin, her breath hot and ragged in his ear. "Your cock... it's so big and hard... it feels incredible inside of me..." Her hips begin to move again, seeking out the friction that will send her spiraling back into pleasure.

"It fills me up," she moans, arching her back as he thrusts deeper once more. "And it's so smooth... I can feel every inch of you inside..."

Their lovemaking comes to an abrupt halt as Neela's words sink in. She glances back at her mother, who looks mortified by the confrontation and even more so when she sees the evidence of their coupling on her daughter's face and chest. "I-I'm sorry," her mother stammers, backing out of the room in a hurry. "I shouldn't have barged in like that...I'll just go make some breakfast..."

She glares at Abhi as his mother hesitates in the doorway. "No!" she says sharply, her voice more forceful than she intended. "Just...give us a minute." She rolls away from him, hoping to make it clear that she needs some space.

The words hang in the air between them like a question mark, and for a moment Neela feels as if she's been punched in the gut. She opens her eyes to find Krish looking at her with an expression she can't quite read. Confusion, maybe? Or is it hope?

She swallows hard, not sure how to respond. "I-I love you too," she whispers finally, reaching up to touch his cheek. As their gazes lock, a strange sense of peace washes over her.

As the moments stretch into minutes, they continue to move together, their bodies slick with sweat and desire. The tension that had been building between them seems to fade away, replaced by a gentle tenderness that feels almost too fragile to survive in this world. But somehow, Neela knows that it will.

They reach their climax together, their cries mingling as they cling to each other, lost in the moment. And when it's over, they collapse together onto the bed, exhausted but content.

Seeing Krish suffer only serves to heighten Neela's own anguish, and she quickly decides that something must be done. She carefully slides out of bed, moving as quietly as possible so as not to wake him further. Once she's on the other side of the room, she rummages through her suitcase until she finds a small bottle of lubricant.

With shaking hands, Neela returns to Krish's side and kneels down beside his bed. "Krish," she whispers, pressing the cool back of her hand against his forehead. "I think I might have a solution." She reaches for the bottle of lubricant and unscrews the cap, then carefully slicks her fingers before gently cupping his face in her hands.

"Look at me," she says softly, meeting his eyes.