In the 1984 anti-Sikh riots, Jasveer Singh, a young man from Punjab, finds himself trapped in Delhi. His close friend Rohit, a local student, hides him from the violent mobs. Rohit's mother, Sunita, comes up with a plan to disguise Jasveer as a newl...
It had been almost a year since Jasveer made love to Rohit. But after that both had returned to their usual lives, pretending nothing had happened. They never spoke of that night again, but deep down, both knew something had changed. Still, the rhythm of life continued, and their friendship remained intact.
It was the one-year anniversary of the riots, and the government had announced prayers to honor those who lost their lives. Across the country, people prepared to remember the pain and loss that still echoed from the violence. For Jasveer, it was a somber reminder of how close he had come to losing everything. Rohit had saved him that night, pulling him from the chaos when everything seemed lost. As the nation mourned, Jasveer couldn’t help but feel grateful. Rohit had given him more than just his life back—he had given him the chance to live freely again. Though the sadness lingered, there was also a quiet sense of gratitude and hope that bloomed in Jasveer’s heart.
But Rohit wasn’t as carefree and happy as before. Rohit had recently gone through a painful breakup. He had withdrawn into his shell, haunted by loneliness and loss. Jasveer noticed it but didn't know how he could help his friend.
Jasveer couldn’t bear to see his friend like this. Rohit had saved his life once—now it was his turn to save Rohit’s spirit. Jasveer knew what he had to do.
On a quiet weekend, Jasveer called Rohit. "Come over," he said casually. "I’ve made something for dinner."
Rohit hesitated but finally agreed. When Rohit arrived at Jasveer’s flat, he was greeted with a surprise.
The door opened, and there stood Jiya, dressed in a stunning saree. Rohit's eyes widened, stunned by the sight in front of him. Jiya stood in a maroon saree, the fabric hugging her curves perfectly. Her smooth, fair skin was visible through the delicate, transparent drape, and her navel teased him from under the saree's folds. Her dark hair cascaded down her back, and the bangles on her wrists made a soft, melodic sound as she moved.
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For a moment, Rohit couldn't speak. “Jasveer?” Rohit stammered, his voice filled with surprise.
Jiya gave him a teasing smile, mock anger dancing in her eyes. “Do I look like Jasveer to you?”
Rohit chuckled awkwardly. “I’m sorry, Jiya... It’s been so long since I last saw you.”
Jiya stepped closer, "yes sometimes it's took long to meet again"
Rohit moved forward and hugged her tightly Jiya shocked with this sudden hug but then he hugged him back Rohit said "I miss you a lot from the last few months" Jiya with some mock anger " then why don't you ask your friend about me" Rohit "I don't know I think I am afraid of loosing friendship" Jiya eyes softening “I missed you too, baby.” and without another word, she leaned in and pressed her lips to his, kiss igniting a flame that had been dormant for too long.
After they separate Rohit take a complete look of her, The desire in his eyes was undeniable, his body responding to her beauty almost instantly. "God, she looks stunning," he thought, feeling a familiar heat rise within him.
