In the sultry heat of Narshingbari, Abdul stands alone, his body glistening with sweat. He tentatively begins to touch himself, his hands exploring his firm chest, trailing down to his rock-hard abs. His breath hitches as he slips his hand into his pants, grasping his throbbing cock. The rhythm of his strokes quickens, his moans echoing in the empty room. He imagines hands other than his own, fantasies playing out in his mind's eye as he edges closer to release.