A desi wife, cloaked in the vibrant hues of her culture, succumbs to her primal urges. She dances, hips swaying, as her hands roam her curves, tracing the edge of her blouse, dipping beneath her petticoat. Her breath comes in short gasps, her heart pounding like the drums of a Bollywood beat. She imagines the taste of another man, the feel of his rough hands on her soft skin, his hardness inside her. She falls back, her body wracked with pleasure, her cries of release echoing through the empty house.