His Uncommitted Sin

Satan's Sinful Confessions

Author's POV:

Kanvi's gaze lingered on the bathroom door, the very place Vihaan had disappeared into moments ago. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she let her eyes drift over the sea of flowers around her. Every inch of the room had been touched by their presence, roses, lilies, peonies, and wildflowers, all blending into a vibrant, chaotic beauty. Their mingled fragrances wrapped around her, thick and intoxicating, as if love itself had taken a tangible form and settled into the space.

She hesitated, unwilling to disturb the perfection he had created. But to move, she had to step on the delicate petals scattered across the floor. With each slow step, the soft, muffled crunch beneath her feet felt almost sinful, as if she were crushing his apology, his unspoken words, beneath her.

The distant hum of the shower reached her ears, a steady rhythm against the silence of the room. Without a second thought, her hand found the bathroom door handle, and she pushed it open. A rush of warm, scented air greeted her, laced with steam that curled against her skin like invisible fingers.

Vihaan sensed her before he saw her.

His movements stilled instantly. The sound of water splattering against his skin and the tiled floor was the only noise between them. Though the glass shower panel shielded his form, the dense fog revealed their silhouettes, ghostly yet unmistakable.

Kanvi stopped near the washbasin, her hands gripping the counter. She didn't move, nor did she speak. But her presence was heavy, weighing on him through the thick mist. He couldn't see her face, couldn't read her expression, yet he knew she was watching.

The tension between them coiled like a tightly wound thread, humming in the heated air. The water continued to pour over Vihaan, trailing down his skin, but the warmth no longer registered. His senses were too consumed by her, the faint rustle of her clothes as she shifted her weight, the sound of her breathing, the electric charge in the air between them.

Kanvi lifted a hand, tracing aimless patterns on the fogged-up mirror before her. Her reflection was blurred, just like her emotions, just like the boundary between them in that moment.

Neither of them spoke. Neither of them moved.

Yet, everything between them was loud.

Kanvi's fingers rested against the glass, her touch featherlight against the fogged-up surface. The warmth of the steam had softened its chill, creating a barrier that separated them yet somehow made their presence even more pronounced. A small, almost imperceptible smile tugged at the corner of Vihaan's lips. He could feel it, this charged, unspoken tension thick in the air between them.

His gaze traced the delicate outline of her fingers, the way they trembled ever so slightly before he began to lift his own hand, about to mirror her touch. But before he could press his palm against the glass, meeting her in that ghostly space between sight and sensation, Kanvi withdrew.

Her movements were fluid, controlled, yet there was something hurried about them, as if she had realized the moment they were about to share and chose to step away before it could deepen. Without a word, she turned toward the washbasin, reaching for her toothbrush, her fingers wrapping around it with practiced ease.

Vihaan watched as she squeezed toothpaste onto the bristles and began brushing, her focus deliberately fixed on the mirror. He exhaled, a quiet chuckle caught in the back of his throat, before resuming his shower. The water cascaded down his body in rivulets, the steam thickening around him, making the bathroom feel smaller, more intimate.

Kanvi stole glances through the glass, quick, darting looks that she hoped would go unnoticed. But Vihaan was aware of every flicker of her eyes, every stolen second her gaze lingered on the silhouette of his form. And he played into it, moving with unintentional deliberation, letting the water slide over his skin, over the sharp lines of his shoulders and down his torso.