Rohit watched silently as Aisha broke down into quiet sobs.
Without saying a word, he wrapped his arms around her from behind and pulled her firmly against his chest.
"There's a way to handle this," he whispered near her ear. "But you have to listen to me and stop panicking. Understand?"
Aisha nodded weakly, still sniffling as she leaned back into him.
For a few moments she stayed there, trembling. But slowly, almost unconsciously, her hips began to move — a subtle, needy grinding as she rubbed her core against the growing bulge in Rohit's shorts.
Rohit's body tensed. His eyes darkened with lust.
He grabbed her waist tightly, stopping her movement.
"…If you keep rubbing yourself on me like that," he said, voice dangerously low, "I might cross the line again."
Aisha froze for a brief second. Then, instead of pulling away, she pushed her ass back against him more desperately, clutching his arms as if he were the only solid thing left in her world.
