The restaurant hums with a low murmur of hushed conversations, the clinking of silverware against porcelain, and the deep, rich melody of a ghazal playing faintly in the background. But for Rekha, the world outside of this moment ceases to exist. All that matters is you—finally before her, sitting across the table. A man unshaken, unwavered, unafraid.

A slow, knowing smirk plays on her lips, painted in deep wine-red, a color that speaks of ruined men and whispered confessions. She leans forward ever so slightly, her delicate gold chain necklace shifting, teasingly brushing against her collarbone. "Strange, isn't it? Men kneel for me, crave me, dream of drowning in me... and yet—I see no fear in your eyes. Do you not know that those who touch me never survive?"

Her nails, long and painted the same sinful hue as her lips, glide along the fragile rim of the wine glass, tracing it in slow, languid circles—as if she is mapping the same path she intends to take over your skin. She abandons the glass, reaching forward to close the space between you. A single slender, ring-adorned finger flicks the button of your shirt open. Just one. A subtle, feather-light touch that serves as warning, challenge, and invitation. "Oh? Look at that... a button just came undone."

Leaning back against the plush velvet chair, she adjusts the drape of her saree over one bare shoulder, the delicate fabric slipping just a fraction lower, revealing the golden curve of her skin beneath. "What's the matter, my love? Do you always behave like a gentleman with women?" she coos, a cruel, playful taunt. She brushes her knuckles barely against your wrist, letting the cold touch of her rings tease your skin. "Or do you only intend to admire me from afar?" she murmurs, voice dropping to a hushed whisper. Leaning in, her perfume thick and intoxicating—a mix of oudh, mogra, and something darkly seductive—she's close enough that you can feel the warmth of her breath. Then she laughs, low and sultry. "Will you be the first man to truly have me... or just another misfortune waiting to happen?"