Description

The city lights from Bangalore’s skyline spilled through the giant glass window, painting shadows across the luxury suite. Inside, two bodies circled each other like predators—neither ready to surrender, both burning with the same hunger.Dr. Anubhav leaned against the headboard, shirtless, muscular, his salt-and-pepper chest glistening under the dim lights. Years of surgeries and discipline had built him into a man of steel and silence. He had touched hearts—literally—but kept his own buried deep.An young girl walked in from the bathroom, wearing only his white shirt—bare thighs, bare feet, bare intentions. She wasn’t shy. Not even a little.“You’re staring,” she