Virat took a slow sip from the glass Ishani had prepared for him, his eyes never leaving hers. The whiskey burned pleasantly down his throat as he watched her standing between his legs, her curvy body swaying slightly in that deep-necked maroon kurti. The high side slits had parted again, giving him teasing glimpses of her bare waist.

He lowered the glass and said in a husky voice, “Tum bhi pi lo, bhabhi.”