Go to the Gents' toilet [Mainline]

You both stand up, your hearts pounding with anticipation. You lead the way, making sure the coast is clear. The office is pristine and eerily quiet as you make your way to the gents' toilet. You push the door open and step inside, holding it for Radha. The toilets are spacious, each stall large enough for three or four people to stand comfortably. You walk to the far end, where it's the most private, and close the stall door behind you.

Radha turns to you, her eyes filled with a mix of excitement and nervousness. "This is crazy," she whispers.

"I know," you reply, stepping closer. "But I like crazy."

You lean in, your lips meeting hers in a passionate kiss. The world outside fades away as you lose yourself in the moment. The office, the cameras, even Mr. Unnikrishnan's ever-watchful eyes – none of it matters now. All that matters is the connection you feel with Radha, the electricity sparking between you as you finally give in to the desire that's been building for so long.

You break the kiss, taking a moment to catch your breath, your eyes scanning the stall's interior. The toilet stall is a surprising oasis of cleanliness in the otherwise sterile office. The space is compact yet comfortable, with the scent of air freshener lingering in the air, blending with the faint smell of antiseptic. The tiles are pristine, and the large mirror on the wall reflects the soft, dim light from the overhead bulb. The stall is surprisingly spacious, with enough room for a few people to stand comfortably. The toilet seat, a simple white porcelain, stands at the center, surrounded by stainless steel fixtures and a single, functional sink. The clean lines and minimalistic design provide a stark contrast to the intensity of the moment. The sound of the bathroom fan is a low hum, barely noticeable, as the reality of your surroundings sinks in. You turn back to Radha, her eyes filled with the same desire and excitement that you feel.

"Radha," you whisper, your voice trembling slightly with anticipation. "Are you sure about this?"

She nods, her lips curling into a seductive smile. "More than anything, Sujit. Let's not hold back."

You pull her close again, your lips crashing against hers in a passionate kiss. Her hands roam over your shoulders, feeling the contours of your back. You let your hands slide down to her waist, feeling the soft fabric of her top under your fingers. The kiss deepens, the taste of her lips intoxicating, as you explore each other with increasing urgency.

Your hands move up to her breasts, the warmth of her skin sending shivers down your spine. You feel the firmness of her breasts through her top, your fingers tracing the outline of her nipples through the fabric. Radha lets out a soft moan, her hands moving lower, finding the bulge in your pants. She caresses you through the fabric, her touch sending waves of pleasure through your body.

"Radha, you have no idea how much I've wanted this," you murmur, your voice thick with desire.

She responds with a breathy laugh, her fingers working the button on your pants. "I've wanted it too, Sujit. More than you can imagine."