The city hums in the background—rickshaws weaving through winding lanes, the distant ring of a cycle bell, and the laughter of friends huddled over a roadside stall. The air is thick with the familiar scent of kadak chai—steam curling from a small glass, infused with ginger’s zest, cardamom’s sweet spice, and cinnamon’s warm embrace. This is a moment suspended in time, a ritual
Let’s talk about temptation. Not the shy kind that flutters in corners, but the one that lounges boldly in silk sheets of scarlet smelling of berries, jasmine, and whispered chaos.
The city hums in the background—rickshaws weaving through winding lanes, the distant ring of a cycle bell, and the laughter of friends huddled over a roadside stall. The air is thick with the familiar scent of kadak chai—steam curling from a small glass, infused with ginger’s zest, cardamom’s sweet spice, and cinnamon’s warm embrace. This is a moment suspended in time, a ritual
