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At one point, she laughed — a wet, breathless sound. “We’re fully dressed. This is ridiculous.”

“I don’t want to lose us,” she said against his mouth.

He cupped her face. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “For the silence. For the distance.”

They washed each other’s hair — slowly, reverently. His fingers untangled the knots she’d been carrying in more places than her scalp. She traced the line of his jaw, still sharp but softer at the edges after all these years. Romantic Shower -2024- MoodX www.10xflix.com Sh...

They ordered food, played old music, and fell asleep tangled on the couch — not because the bed was far, but because for the first time in 2024, they weren’t afraid of closeness. They never posted about that night. No social media, no photos. But every time it rains now, Arjun leaves a candle in the bathroom. And Maya, without fail, follows the steam.

“Let them try,” he kissed her forehead. “This scene is ours.”

“Do you remember our first trip?” she asked, without turning around. At one point, she laughed — a wet, breathless sound

Arjun stood up. “Maybe we need a new memory.” Their cottage had a skylight bathroom — white marble, a rain showerhead, and a small wooden stool. Arjun went in first, turning the water to warm. He lit two eucalyptus-scented candles and placed them on the ledge. The room filled with soft steam and the smell of rain-soaked earth from the open window.

No words for a long moment — just the rhythmic drumming of water, the flicker of candlelight on wet skin, and the sound of their breathing syncing.

“You won’t,” he replied. “We just forgot to get wet together.” Later, wrapped in a single oversized towel, they sat by the open window as the rain softened to a drizzle. Steam still rose from the bathroom behind them. The candles had burned low. He cupped her face

They peeled off their soaked clothes, not out of haste, but like unwrapping a gift they’d forgotten they’d given each other long ago. The water sluiced over their bodies, warm as a second skin.

Maya rested her head on Arjun’s chest. “MoodX should film this,” she teased.

“Then come in,” he said quietly.

“And we came back to that cheap hotel room,” she smiled faintly. “You wrapped me in a towel and made terrible instant noodles.”

She placed a finger on his lips. “Don’t. Just be here.”