Harshad was tense after getting into a heated argument with producer of the show Rajan Shahi. The low, thrumming bass from the stereo was the only thing breaking the silence in the apartment. Harshad sank into the plush cushions of the couch, a lazy smile playing on his lips as he watched Karishma sway to the rhythm only she could hear. The day had been long, but this… this was a perfect reward.

“You look tense,” Karishma murmured, her voice a husky promise. Her dark eyes held his, a glint of mischief in their depths. “Let me take care of that.”