Chapter 3: Rising Action
The air in the room was heavy, thick with an unspoken tension that seemed to cling to the walls like a shroud. The ticking of the antique clock on the mantel was the only sound, its steady rhythm a metronome counting out the seconds that stretched into an eternity. Bhavana's heart was a drum in her chest, the pounding echoing in her ears, a primal rhythm that matched the pulse throbbing between her thighs. She had felt it since he entered the room, a raw, primal need that she could not deny.