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.

After breakfast, Neela and Krish decided to take a walk through the village, exploring the lush green fields and colorful markets. They stopped to buy fresh fruits and vegetables from local vendors, sampling exotic spices and fragrant flowers along the way.

As they walked hand-in-hand, chatting and laughing, Neela felt a sense of peace wash over her. For the first time since their arranged marriage, she felt truly happy. The love and acceptance she saw in Krish's eyes made her heart swell with emotion.

Neela felt a lump form in her throat at Krish's offer. No one had ever given her such freedom before; no one had ever put her feelings first. She swallowed hard, trying to push down the wave of emotion threatening to overwhelm her.

"Thank you, Krish," she said quietly, her voice filled with genuine gratitude. "That means more than you know. But..." She hesitated, unsure of how to continue.