People think temptation arrives loudly. It doesn’t. Sometimes it slips quietly into a room already full of music, alcohol, and unfinished thoughts. That night, Puja wore silver. Not bright silver — the darker kind, almost like liquid smoke under low light. The dress clung to her in a way that made men look twice and women look longer. She knew exactly what it did when she crossed her legs slowly or tilted her head while listening. And she enjoyed it. That was the dangerous part. The party was on the twenty-first floor of a luxury apartment overlooking the city. Rainstorms rolled across… Read more