The dim glow of the bedside lamp cast soft shadows across Rajveer's room, the air heavy with the scent of her sweat and his cologne. Her body trembled in his arms, her earlier tears drying on her cheeks as vulnerability gave way to a deeper, unspoken need. Rajveer's heart raced, his large hands already roaming her curves with a possessive tenderness that belied the fire building inside him. He cupped one of her full breasts through the thin fabric of her blouse, his thumb brushing over the hardened nipple, eliciting a soft gasp from her lips. The weight of it filled his palm perfectly, soft yet firm, and he squeezed gently, feeling her arch into his touch.