Abi stepped out of the taxi, her stilettos clicking against the pavement. The sultry heat of Tamil Nadu enveloped her like a damp blanket, causing her silk sari to cling to her curves. She had returned to her native town for her cousin’s wedding, and now stood outside the family home, a grand colonial mansion that had been in her family for generations.

The driver, Nagaraj, emerged from the car and began unloading Abi’s luggage. He was a tall, muscular man with dark skin and piercing black eyes. As he hoisted her suitcases, Abi couldn’t help but notice the way his white shirt stretched across his broad chest and the way his pants hugged his toned thighs.

“Need any help with that, Nagaraj?” Abi asked, her voice husky with a tinge of Tamil accent.

Nagaraj turned to face her, a smirk playing on his lips. “No need, Abi Madam. I’ve got it under control.”

Abi smirked, her eyes roaming over his body. “I’m sure you do. But I insist on helping. After all, you’ve been driving me around all day.”

Nagaraj nodded, and together they carried Abi’s bags into the house. As they walked, Nagaraj’s hand brushed against Abi’s, sending a jolt of electricity through her body. She glanced at him, her heart racing.