That night, alone in his bed, Advait's thoughts returned to Devisha's captivating presence. Her face floated before him, her eyes, lips, and hair, a mesmerizing dance of sensuality. As his desire intensified, his fingertips trailed across his skin, conjuring the sensation of Devisha's touch.

Advait's breath quickened as he imagined her hands exploring his body, her lips trailing hot kisses along his neck.  He craved the reality of her presence, the authentic touch of her skin against his.