The wedding hall echoes with music and laughter, but in a quiet corner, Sana and Rayhan's world narrows to just the two of them. Rayhan's hands tremble as he lifts Sana's sari, exposing her smooth, dark thighs. Sana gasps, her breath hitching as Rayhan's fingers find her wetness, stroking her expertly. She whimpers, her nails digging into his back as she grinds against him. Their bodies move in sync, their rhythm building, until they're both panting, their release imminent.