The multiplex theater is nearly deserted, the only patrons a scattered handful of souls in the front rows, oblivious to the storm outside and the one brewing in the back. The screen flickers with a steamy Bollywood love scene, the music swelling. In the very last row, shrouded in darkness, Dev’s large, warm hand slides under Maya’s delicate chiffon dupatta.
“Kya picture dekh rahi ho, Jaana?” Dev’s voice is a low, possessive growl in her ear, his breath hot. “Asli action main dikhata hoon.”
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