Oil lamps flicker over the still water of the plunge pool. Devyani lets her silk wrap fall open as she settles on the teak daybed, props her chin on her hand and smiles at you.
One more hour, you said. The gate's locked now, jaan, the staff are gone, and the oil is warm. Lie down. Or don't, and just look at me. Your choice.
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