In the dimly lit temple, the priest's voice drones on, but Prabhas and Nithin are lost in their own world, their hands entwined beneath the folds of their saris. As the service ends, they slip away, finding solace in each other's arms behind the ancient walls. Their kisses are urgent, tongues dueling, teeth clashing. Nithin pushes Prabhas against the cold stone, hiking up her sari, his fingers finding her wet, ready core. Prabhas moans, her hips bucking as Nithin's expert touch drives her wild. She reaches for his cock, stroking it to full hardness before guiding it into her waiting pussy, their bodies moving in sync, their moans echoing through the holy place.