Panel 1: Rohan, a handsome young man in casual clothes, stands at the threshold of a modern Indian home. Priya, an elegant woman in a saree, greets him with a warm smile. Her expression is polite, but Rohan's eyes linger on her a moment too long.

“Priya: Rohan! So glad you could make it. Come in, come in!”

Panel 2: Priya is in the kitchen, pouring tea, her back partially turned. Rohan is seated on a sofa in the living room, pretending to scroll on his phone, but his eyes are subtly watching Priya. A soft ray of sunlight illuminates Priya's figure.

“Rohan: (Thought bubble) She looks… even more beautiful today.”

Panel 3: Priya hands Rohan a cup of tea. Their fingers brush ever so lightly. Both flinch almost imperceptibly, a spark of electricity passing between them. Priya quickly retracts her hand, a faint blush on her cheeks.

“Priya: Here's your tea, Rohan. Careful, it's hot.”

Panel 4: Later, Rohan is in the guest room, lying on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. His expression is conflicted – a mix of longing and frustration. He runs a hand through his hair.

“Rohan: (Thought bubble) Why can't I stop thinking about her? She's… my bhabhi.”

Panel 5: Priya is in her own bedroom, looking out the window, a thoughtful expression on her face. Her hand unconsciously touches her lips, recalling the brief touch with Rohan. A soft, wistful smile plays on her lips.

“Priya: (Thought bubble) That spark… I haven't felt that in so long.”

Panel 1: Rohan finds Priya alone on the balcony, watering plants. The evening light is soft and warm. Priya is humming a tune, her back to Rohan. He approaches cautiously.

“Rohan: Priya bhabhi…”

Panel 2: Priya turns, startled, dropping a few water droplets. Rohan is standing close, his eyes intense, full of unspoken emotion. Priya's breath catches in her throat.

“Priya: Rohan! You startled me. Is everything alright?”

Panel 3: Rohan takes a step closer, reaching out to gently touch her arm. Priya instinctively pulls back slightly, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and curiosity. The tension between them is palpable.

“Rohan: Priya… I… I can't keep pretending. I feel something for you.”

Panel 4: Priya shakes her head, trying to maintain composure. Her voice is a strained whisper. Rohan's hand gently takes hers, his touch sending shivers down her arm.

“Priya: Rohan, no… This isn't right. You're my devar. I'm… I'm married.”

Panel 5: Close-up on Priya's face. Her eyes are locked with Rohan's. Her initial resistance is visibly crumbling, replaced by a desperate yearning. A single tear might be forming in the corner of her eye.

“Rohan: I know. But my heart doesn't care about labels, Priya.”

Panel 6: Rohan gently cups Priya's face, tilting her chin up. Their lips meet in a tender, hesitant, yet deeply passionate kiss. It's a stolen moment, full of forbidden desire and raw emotion. The shadows of the evening wrap around them.

Panel 1: Later that night. A close-up on Priya's phone screen. A text message from Rohan reads: 'Meet me in the study. Everyone's asleep.' Priya's thumb hovers over the reply button, her face illuminated by the screen, a nervous excitement in her eyes.

Panel 2: Rohan, dressed only in a t-shirt and track pants, is waiting nervously in the dimly lit study. The room is filled with bookshelves and a large desk. The door creaks open, and Priya, wearing a nightgown, slips in, looking around cautiously.

“Rohan: Priya…”

Panel 3: Rohan immediately pulls Priya into a tight embrace. Their bodies press together, hands roaming. Priya reciprocates with equal fervor, burying her face in his shoulder. The passion is raw and undeniable.

“Priya: (Whispering) We shouldn't… but I can't…”

Panel 4: Close-up on their intertwined hands, fingers locked tightly. Their clothes are slightly disheveled. The lighting is low, casting sensual shadows. Their breathing is heavy, audible.

“Rohan: Shhh… Just us, now.”

Panel 5: Priya is leaning back against the desk, Rohan pressed against her, kissing her neck, her head tilted back in surrender. Her eyes are half-closed, a look of pure bliss mixed with a hint of forbidden thrill.

Panel 6: A soft, quiet moment. They are still close, foreheads touching, breathless. Rohan gently strokes Priya's hair, and she holds onto his waist, both lost in the intimacy of the moment. The books on the shelves are blurred in the background.

“Priya: (Whispering) This is… madness.”

Panel 1: Early morning light filters into the study. Rohan and Priya are discreetly parting ways. Rohan gives her a quick, lingering kiss on the forehead before she slips out the door, glancing back at him with a complex expression.

“Rohan: See you at breakfast, bhabhi.”

Panel 2: Priya is in the kitchen, preparing breakfast for the family. She looks tired but has a secret, subtle smile playing on her lips. She glances towards the study door, then quickly looks away as if caught.

“Priya: (Thought bubble) What have I done?”

Panel 3: Rohan is leaving the house, bag slung over his shoulder. He pauses at the main door, looking back towards the kitchen where Priya is. Their eyes meet briefly across the room, a silent understanding passing between them.

“Rohan: (To himself, a smirk) This is just the beginning.”

Panel 4: Priya stands by the kitchen counter, watching Rohan leave from the corner of her eye. Her expression is a mixture of guilt, excitement, and trepidation. She touches her lips again, remembering their kiss.

Panel 5: Close-up on Priya's phone. A new text from Rohan appears: 'Thinking of you. Can't wait for next time.' A small heart emoji is included. The background is blurred, focusing solely on the phone.

Panel 6: Priya looks up from her phone, a slow, undeniable smile spreading across her face. Her eyes, however, still hold a hint of conflict, but the desire is clearly winning. The issue ends with her looking out into the distance, lost in thought about her forbidden affair.