Sahil had been eyeing Mukti for weeks—her long, silky black hair cascading down her back like a waterfall, her deep brown eyes sparkling with mischief. She was his brother’s wife, but that didn’t stop the heat that pooled in his gut every time she walked into a room. Tonight, after a family dinner, she lingered in the kitchen, washing dishes with slow, deliberate movements. The clinking of glasses and clatter of plates masked the sound of his footsteps as he approached.

He stepped behind her, close enough to feel the warmth radiating off her skin. “You’re making a mess,” he murmured, his breath hot against her ear.