In the throes of a languid journey, two Indian men, anonymous and horny, find themselves in a shared compartment. As the train lurches on, their eyes meet, and a silent understanding passes between them. The taller, darker man, his skin glistening with sweat, unbuttons his crisp shirt, revealing a chiseled torso. The other, fairer, bites his lip, his eyes widening as he takes in the sight. A tentative hand reaches out, tracing the lines of muscle, before moving lower, to the bulge straining against the fabric of the man's pants.