Ashok had always been a man ruled by his desires. At 50 years old, his widowed life in the quiet apartment building left him with too much time to indulge in his lusts. His body was big and imposing, broad shoulders and a thick muscles that spoke of years without restraint. But it was his eyes—dark, hungry, always scanning—that betrayed the fire inside him. For months, those eyes had fixed on Isha, his 25-year-old tenant from the floor below. She was a vision of curves that made his cock twitch every time she passed in the hallway: full breasts straining against her blouses, wide hips swaying in tight jeans, and an ass that begged to be grabbed and spanked. Isha worked long hours at a local office, oblivious to the shadow trailing her sometimes, Ashok lurking just out of sight, watching her enter shops or chat on her phone.