Kabir approached Zaya, his gaze fixed on her form as though he were in a trance.
"Sit," Zaya purred, and Kabir obediently took his seat at the dining table. His gaze never left her, mesmerized by her beauty and allure.
"Let's have dinner," Zaya said, her voice dripping with seduction as she stood and began to dish out their food.
Kabir's gaze followed her every move, enraptured by the sensuality of her every gesture. As she brought the wine bottle and opened it, pouring the wine into their glasses, she held the bottle close to her breast, accentuating her curves. Kabir's eyes trailed to the enticing sight, caught in the web of Zaya's allure.
As she finished pouring the wine, Zaya glanced at her own breast, a knowing smirk playing on her lips as she caught Kabir's gaze. Her eyes met his, and in that moment, the tension between them was palpable.
