"Jimmy Jimmy, Aaja Aaja," Nela Decker croons, her voice laced with desire as she dances, her saree slipping off, revealing her curvaceous form. Ranbeer Kumar, hard as a rock, watches, then pounces. He pins her against the wall, his hands roaming her body, squeezing her plump breasts. Nela gasps, her Hindi curses filling the air as he tears off her blouse and buries his face in her chest. Their bodies entwine, their moans echoing the music, as they fuck furiously, their Hindi fucks and aaja aajas filling the air, until they collapse, spent and satisfied.