The stranger’s voice still echoed across the waterfall pool as Vikram grabbed Asha’s wrist and pulled her into the narrow crack behind the falling water. The opening was tight — barely wide enough for his broad shoulders. Cold rock scraped her bare skin as they squeezed through. Mist soaked them instantly, turning her naked body slick and shining. Her boobs pressed against the rough stone walls; nipples dragged painfully, sending sharp jolts straight to her clit.

Inside, the cave swallowed sound. The roar of the waterfall dulled to a distant rumble. Darkness pressed close — thick, alive. Vikram flicked a small lighter from his pocket. Tiny flame danced, throwing orange flickers across wet walls. The space opened up after a few steps: a low, wide chamber, ceiling dripping, floor uneven with loose rocks and shallow puddles. Stalactites hung like jagged teeth overhead.