“What? What is it?” asked Kamal curiously and followed his gaze to the backyard of the house across.

Standing on the kitchen veranda and checking herself out in the mirror was Bhoomika. She looked beyond ravishing in that jet-black salwar she was in. The fabric hugged and defined the curls and curves of her elegant frame. Flowing down her shoulder was a crisp red dupatta with a generously printed border.

Flashing his pearly white teeth, Kamal turned back to Dev who looked completely lost.

Bhoomika tossed her luscious mane, allowing the sun to comb through her rich, copper strands.

How can anyone be this beautiful, crossed a thought in Dev’s...