Hidden away in a cramped closet, Atul and Vanita's bodies press together, their breathing ragged. Atul's hands roam over Vanita's heaving breasts, squeezing and pinching her nipples through her blouse. She grinds against him, feeling his hardness. He hoists her up, wrapping her legs around him, and she gasps as he enters her roughly. Their bodies slap together, the sound echoing in the tiny space. Vanita bites her lip to stifle her moans, eyes locked with Atul's, as they approach a shared, guilty climax.