I want to have a secret paramour like Arbaaz Mir – he’d come to my room under the cover of darkness, silent as a shadow, and make exquisite, sensual love to me. His skin would smell like incense, and I’d cling to his strong, broad shoulders as he drives me closer to my peak with each of his powerful thrusts. He’d kiss me goodbye before the sun rises, the promise of his return the next night on his lips.