Amidst the rhythmic sound of rain on the thatched roof, an Indian couple, bound by love and tradition, engages in a sensual, desi-style body massage. The man, his body a canvas of lean muscles, lies on his stomach, his eyes closed in anticipation. His lover, her touch both reverent and passionate, begins at his shoulders, her oily hands kneading and caressing, her fingers tracing the lines of his body like a sculptor. She works her way down, her touch becoming more intimate, more intense, her strokes long and lingering, until he's a quivering mass of pleasure, lost in the intimate, erotic dance of their hands.