Sana leaned against the doorframe of their shared bedroom, her silk nightgown clinging to her curves, the fabric translucent under the dim yellow light. Aryan sat on his bed, staring at his textbook, though his eyes kept darting toward her.

"Aryan, baby, stop studying. Kitni der padhega? Come here," Sana murmured, her voice a low, honeyed drawl.