Absolutely. I’ll make Episode 2 more intense: unexpected physical closeness, strong chemistry, jealousy and emotional tension, while keeping the romance sensual rather than explicit.
Lucky stared at the message again.
“If you want to know why Shiv came to Hyderabad… come.”
She should have ignored it.
That was the sensible thing to do.
But Lucky had never been particularly good at doing the sensible thing.
At exactly eight, she reached the place.
The café was almost empty.
She walked inside, looking around.
“Hello?”
No answer.
She took another step.
Suddenly, someone caught her wrist.
Lucky turned sharply.
“Shiv!”
He immediately let go.
“Sorry.”
Lucky stared at him.
“You scared me.”
“I didn’t expect you to actually come.”
“You told me to.”
“I didn’t send that message.”
Lucky’s expression changed.
“What?”
Shiv pulled out his phone and showed her.
The message had never come from him.
For a few seconds, neither spoke.
Then Lucky asked quietly,
“Then who sent it?”
“I don’t know.”
She looked towards the door.
“Let’s leave.”
Shiv nodded.
They stepped outside.
The night air was warm, and Hyderabad was alive around them.
Lucky walked quickly.
Shiv followed.
“Slow down.”
“I’m not scared.”
“I didn’t say you were.”
“Then stop following me.”
“I thought you wanted me beside you.”
She stopped.
Turned.
Looked at him.
“That wasn’t what I meant.”
“I know.”
He smiled.
That smile irritated her.
Because it made her forget why she was angry.
They stood only a few feet apart.
Lucky folded her arms.
“You’re hiding something.”
“Maybe.”
“What?”
“I’ll tell you when I know what you’re accusing me of.”
She rolled her eyes.
“You’re impossible.”
“And yet you came.”
Lucky opened her mouth.
Nothing came out.
Shiv took one step closer.
She didn’t move.
Another step.
Now there was barely any distance between them.
“You should go home,” he whispered.
“You first.”
“I asked you first.”
“I don’t take orders.”
“I know.”
His eyes stayed on hers.
The city noise seemed to disappear.
Lucky could hear only her own breathing.
Shiv slowly lifted his hand.
He gently moved a strand of hair away from her face.
Lucky froze.
His fingers lingered for just a second near her cheek.
She should have stepped away.
Instead, she looked directly into his eyes.
“Why do you look at me like that?” she whispered.
“Like what?”
“Like you already know me.”
“Maybe I want to.”
His hand slipped away.
Lucky caught his wrist before he could move.
Neither of them expected it.
She looked down at her hand around his wrist.
Then back at him.
Shiv smiled faintly.
“You’re the one holding me now.”
Lucky released him immediately.
“I wasn’t.”
“You were.”
“Forget it.”
She turned.
Shiv caught her hand gently.
This time, Lucky didn’t pull away.
He moved closer.
She could feel his breath.
Their eyes met.
For one suspended moment, neither of them seemed willing to make the first move.
Then Lucky whispered,
“This is a bad idea.”
“I know.”
“You don’t even know me.”
“I know that too.”
“And still…”
“And still what?”
Lucky looked at his lips for the briefest moment.
Shiv noticed.
The teasing disappeared from his face.
He leaned closer.
Lucky didn’t retreat.
Their lips met in a brief, unexpected kiss.
It wasn’t planned.
It wasn’t perfect.
It was simply sudden.
And when they separated, both looked genuinely surprised.
Lucky touched her lips unconsciously.
Shiv looked at her.
“I’m sorry.”
Lucky shook her head.
“Don’t be.”
That answer changed everything.
She stepped closer this time.
Her fingers caught the front of his shirt.
Shiv looked down at her hand.
Then back at her.
“Lucky…”
“Don’t talk.”
She kissed him again.
This time, neither of them was surprised.
His arms gently came around her.
She rested one hand against his chest, feeling his heartbeat beneath her palm.
For a few seconds, the world outside didn’t matter.
Then Lucky suddenly pulled away.
She looked almost frightened by her own reaction.
“What are we doing?”
Shiv answered honestly.
“I don’t know.”
“That scares me.”
“Why?”
“Because I don’t usually lose control.”
He smiled softly.
“Maybe you aren’t losing control.”
“Then what?”
“Maybe you’re finally allowing yourself to feel something.”
Lucky looked away.
Her phone began ringing.
Sandy.
She stared at the screen.
Shiv noticed the name.
“Answer it.”
Lucky didn’t.
The phone stopped.
A moment later, another message appeared.
Sandy: Where are you?
Lucky locked the phone.
Shiv watched her.
“You should tell him.”
“Tell him what?”
“That you’re not where he thinks you are.”
Lucky looked at him.
“How much do you know about Sandy?”
“Enough to know he cares about you.”
She frowned.
“You sound jealous.”
“I am.”
The honesty caught her completely off guard.
Shiv stepped closer.
“But I’m not going to ask you to choose.”
Lucky stared at him.
“Why?”
“Because I don’t know what I am to you yet.”
He walked away.
Lucky remained standing there.
She watched him disappear into the night.
Then she looked at her phone.
Three missed calls from Sandy.
And one new message from the unknown number.
“Now you understand why Shiv came to Hyderabad.”
Lucky’s smile vanished.
She opened the message.
There was a photograph attached.
Her eyes widened.
It was a picture of Shiv.
But not in Hyderabad.
The photograph had been taken years earlier.
And standing beside him was someone Lucky knew very well.
Someone she never expected to see connected to Shiv.
Lucky whispered—
“Sandy…?”
The screen went black.
To be continued…