The sun rose late over Shimla on day five—weak winter light filtering through frost-laced windows, turning the snow outside into a soft, glowing blanket. Inside Cottage 7, the air was thick with the scent of sex and cooling coffee from the room-service tray that had arrived at 8 a.m.

Anjali and Neha had woken tangled together on the king bed—naked, limbs entwined, cum from last night’s balcony session still dried on their thighs and bellies. Rohit and Vikram were already up—shirtless, lounging on the balcony chairs, cocks half-hard in loose pajama pants, sipping black coffee while watching the snow fall.