Zyak's camera weaves through Bangalore's bustling streets, seeking out the city's most private moments. It finds them in the quiet corners, the anonymous rooms, where the city's inhabitants surrender to their most primal urges. A hand dips into tight jeans, a mouth parts in a silent moan. The city's heat fuels their desire, and as the sun sets, so does their self-control. The night is filled with the sound of ragged breaths and wet, slick strokes, culminating in a symphony of release, as the city's lights reflect in the glistening trails of their desire.