In the dimly lit bedroom, Saara, dressed in a low-cut blouse and tight skirt, sits beside her stepbrother, a book of Hindu mythology open between them. But it's not the ancient tales that capture their attention. Saara's hand inches towards his thigh, her eyes locked onto his. "You must learn, beta," she whispers, her voice thick with desire. She leans in, her lips brushing against his ear, "Tonight, I will teach you the dance of the gods, the dance of love."