"Aira... ruk... ruk jaa," Diya gasped, her voice trembling as she pressed her body against Aira's from behind. Her hands gripped Aira's waist tightly, her breath hot and uneven against the nape of Aira's neck. Aira froze, her heart pounding in her chest, unsure of what was happening.

"Diya... kya kar rahi hai tu?" Aira whispered, her voice shaky, her body stiffening under Diya's touch. She could feel something hard pressing against her lower back, something that made her stomach twist with a mix of confusion and curiosity.

Diya didn’t answer. Instead, she let out a low moan, her hips grinding against Aira’s backside, the friction sending shivers down her spine. Aira’s mind raced, trying to make sense of the situation. Diya was her best friend, her confidante, the person she trusted the most. But this... this was something entirely different.

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It had started like any other day. Aira and Diya were hanging out at Diya’s apartment, just the two of them, as they often did. They had ordered pizza, watched a movie, and laughed about old memories. The atmosphere was relaxed, comfortable, the kind of easy companionship that only comes from years of friendship.

But as the evening wore on, Diya began to feel restless. She couldn’t stop stealing glances at Aira, her eyes lingering on the curve of her lips, the way her hair fell over her shoulders, the softness of her skin. Diya had always been drawn to Aira, but she had never acted on it. She had kept her feelings buried deep, hidden beneath layers of friendship and fear.

Tonight, though, something was different. The air between them felt charged, electric, and Diya found it harder and harder to resist the pull she felt toward Aira. Her body was betraying her, her heart racing, her palms sweating, and that familiar ache building low in her stomach. She tried to ignore it, to push it down, but it was no use. The more she tried to fight it, the stronger it became.

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"Aira..." Diya murmured again, her voice thick with desire. Her hands slid up Aira’s sides, fingers brushing against the soft fabric of her shirt. Aira shivered, her breath catching in her throat. She could feel the heat radiating off Diya’s body, the intensity of her gaze burning into her skin.

"Diya... please... kya ho raha hai?" Aira whispered, her voice barely audible. She turned her head slightly, trying to catch Diya’s eye, but Diya’s face was buried in her neck, her lips brushing against Aira’s skin in a way that sent sparks shooting through her body.

Diya didn’t answer. Instead, she let out a low groan, her hips pressing harder against Aira’s backside. Aira could feel the hardness of Diya’s arousal now, unmistakable and insistent, and her mind reeled with the realization. Diya... had a penis? How? Why hadn’t she ever told her?

But before Aira could process the thought, Diya’s hands were on her hips, pulling her closer, grinding against her with a desperation that made Aira’s knees weak. Aira’s breath hitched, her body responding instinctively to the heat and pressure of Diya’s touch. She could feel the wetness pooling between her legs, her own desire rising to meet Diya’s.

"Diya... hum... hum yeh nahi kar sakte," Aira stammered, even as her body arched back into Diya’s embrace. Her mind was a whirlwind of confusion and need, torn between the shock of discovering Diya’s secret and the undeniable pull of the moment.

"Please, Aira... bas ek baar... mujhe control nahi ho raha," Diya begged, her voice breaking with raw emotion. Her hands moved to Aira’s waistband, fingers trembling as they fumbled with the button of her jeans. Aira’s heart raced, her body trembling with anticipation and fear. She knew she should stop this, should push Diya away, but the heat of the moment was too much to resist.

As Diya’s fingers slipped inside her jeans, Aira let out a soft moan, her body arching into the touch. Diya’s breath was hot against her neck, her lips trailing kisses along Aira’s skin as her fingers explored the wetness between Aira’s thighs. Aira’s mind was spinning, her body on fire, every nerve ending alight with sensation.

"Diya... please..." Aira whispered, her voice trembling with need. She could feel Diya’s hardness pressing against her backside, the heat of it sending shivers down her spine. Her body was begging for more, craving the touch of Diya’s skin against hers.

Diya didn’t need to be told twice. With a low growl, she spun Aira around, pressing her against the wall with a force that made Aira gasp. Their lips met in a desperate kiss, hot and hungry, their bodies pressed together so tightly that there was no space between them. Aira’s hands tangled in Diya’s hair, pulling her closer, while Diya’s hands roamed over Aira’s body, exploring every curve and dip with a hunger that left Aira breathless.

"Tum itni khoobsur ho, Aira," Diya murmured against her lips, her voice thick with desire. "Mujhe tumhari zaroorat hai... abhi."

Aira’s heart skipped a beat at the words, her body responding to the raw need in Diya’s voice. She could feel the heat of Diya’s arousal pressing against her thigh, the hardness of it making her pulse race. Her own desire was spiraling out of control, her body begging for release.

"Diya... please..." Aira whispered, her voice trembling with need. She could feel the wetness between her thighs, the ache in her core growing stronger with every passing second.

Diya didn’t hesitate. With a low growl, she dropped to her knees, her hands sliding up Aira’s thighs as she pulled down her jeans and panties in one swift motion. Aira gasped as the cool air hit her skin, but before she could say anything, Diya’s mouth was on her, hot and insistent, sending waves of pleasure crashing through her body.

Aira’s knees buckled, her hands gripping Diya’s shoulders for support as Diya’s tongue explored every inch of her sensitive flesh. The sensations were overwhelming, each stroke of Diya’s tongue sending sparks shooting through her body. Aira’s breath came in short gasps, her hips rocking against Diya’s mouth as the pleasure built inside her.

"Diya... haan... aur..." Aira moaned, her voice trembling with need. She could feel the tension coiling in her core, the pressure building with every flick of Diya’s tongue. Her body was on fire, every nerve ending alight with sensation as she teetered on the edge of release.

And then, with a final stroke of Diya’s tongue, Aira shattered, her body convulsing with pleasure as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over her. She cried out Diya’s name, her voice echoing through the room as she clung to Diya for dear life.

Diya didn’t stop until Aira’s body went limp, her breathing ragged and uneven. Slowly, she stood up, pulling Aira into a tight embrace as she kissed her deeply, their bodies pressed together once more.

"Tum meri ho, Aira," Diya whispered against her lips, her voice filled with raw emotion. "Mujhe tumhari zaroorat hai... hamesha."

Aira’s heart swelled at the words, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure. She knew things would never be the same between them after tonight, but in that moment, all she could think about was the heat of Diya’s body against hers and the promise in her words.

"Diya..." Aira whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. But before she could say anything more