Manik circled Nandini's prone form, his heart pounding with anticipation and a dark hunger that could only be sated by one thing: her complete surrender. She lay there, arms bound above her head with silken crimson scarves that matched the fiery hue of her hair splayed across the pillow. Her legs were similarly restrained, tied to the bedposts, leaving her utterly exposed and vulnerable. A position of exquisite vulnerability that only heightened his sense of power and dominance.

He paused at the foot of the bed, his eyes roaming over her nubile body, taking in every dip, curve and swell. From beneath hooded lids, Nandini gazed back at him, her emerald eyes blazing with a mix of trepidation and unbridled lust. She was a Vision of wanton desire made flesh, and he intended to take his time in unraveling her, layer by tantalizing layer.