She was about to nudge Ishaan awake when her eyes landed on the bags on the table. 
Curious, she padded over and peeked inside.
A neatly folded white ribbed tank top.
A red shrug.
Light blue straight jeans—her size.
Shoes. A dainty little neckpiece.
Everything... perfectly her.
Lavika flushed a deep pink, her fingers brushing over the outfit.
"He remembered my size? The inseam too?"
Her smile widened, heart fluttering.
A/N: "Why is it so easy to make a girl blush, huh?"
She walked to the bathroom with the clothes in hand, turned on the shower, and stepped in—welcoming the water on her skin.
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The sound of running water pulled Ishaan from sleep.
He squinted at the bathroom door, stretched lazily, then walked up to it and knocked.
"Jaan? Akele-akele kyun chale gayi? Mujhe bhi le chalo yaar..."
The water stopped.
He was about to tease again, when suddenly the door opened.
And there she stood.
Naked. Dripping. Glowing.
"Don't you wanna join?" she said with a crooked smile.
In less than 0.1 seconds, Ishaan was in. 
The door clicked shut behind him.
He didn't waste a moment, throwing off his towel.
In seconds, both stood bare under the warm stream.
His eyes devoured her slowly, reverently. 
Then he cupped her breasts in his hands, massaging them gently.
She winced and gasped.
"Still sore?"
She bit her lip and nodded. "Y-Yeah... just a bit."
But he didn't stop—just softened his touch.
His other hand slid down to her ass and landed a soft, teasing slap. 
She let out a hiss, gripping the glass wall.
"Ishaan... I called you for a shower, not another make-out session..."
He leaned in, brushing her wet hair aside.
"Sorry, jaan... but what do you expect when you look like a literal goddess under this water? My horny eyes have no self-control."
She giggled, melting into his mouth as he kissed her—slow, wet, and intense.
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15 minutes later
They stepped out—dripping, breathless, and smudged with heat.
Ishaan wrapped a towel around his waist, running a hand through his hair.
Lavika stood in front of the mirror, applying light lotion before slipping into the outfit he'd arranged for her.
"You like it?" he asked, watching her from behind.
She smiled at their reflection. "I love it."
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Once dressed, Ishaan grabbed the room's landline and hit room service.
"Hi, yeah. Please send up brunch of french toast topped with fresh fruits nd whipped cream , served alongside a waffle with scrambled eggs and bacon"