The Clay of Love
The air between them seemed to shimmer with a delicate intimacy as Kao felt the warmth of Nil's breath against his shoulder. In that suspended moment, time itself appeared to hold its breath. The lines of Nil's face were softened in the tranquility of his expression, a serene relief evident in the upward curve of his lips and the gentle rise of his cheeks.
As they stood in that quiet embrace, a sudden awareness brushed through Kao like a cool breeze. His gaze shifted, catching sight of Lata approaching their room, engrossed in conversation with Shima, Nil's aunt. It was as though fate itself had conspired to interrupt their private moment.
With a silent urgency, Kao gently urged Nil to step back, his voice a whispered warning tinged with both urgency and reluctance. "Nil, we must part," he murmured, his eyes darting to the impending arrival of Lata and Shima. With a swift motion, he closed the door behind them.