Anya wrapped her arms around Rohan, pulling him close as the tension coiled tighter between them, her body still humming from the video's vivid reminders. He responded by crushing her against his chest, his strong arms locking her in place, the heat of his body seeping through her saree. His lips found her collarbone first, trailing soft, insistent kisses along the delicate skin, then up to her neck where he nipped gently, eliciting a shiver. He moved to her shoulder, sucking lightly on the exposed flesh, his breath hot and ragged.

With a firm push, he guided her back against the steering wheel, the cool metal pressing into her spine as his mouth claimed hers in a deep, passionate kiss. His tongue invaded, tangling with hers in a frenzy of need. All the while, his hands worked swiftly at her blouse, unhooking the remaining clasps and peeling the fabric away from her skin. He tossed it carelessly onto the passenger seat, leaving her upper body bare except for the pallu of her saree draped loosely.