‘I imagine one steamy night with Arbaaz Mir… he slowly strips off the
silken layers of my dress, careful to lightly brush and caress his
fingertips over my bare skin, teasing me and leaving me shivering with
desire. His movements are lithe and catlike, his voice is a deep,
velvety murmur, and his skin smells of wild spices and the desert. As we
make love upon silken sheets, I meet his intoxicating, beautiful green
eyes, and he drives me closer to the heights of pleasure.’