Times had grown tough for Riya and Rohit. To make ends meet, Riya had secretly taken up a job that her conservative husband would never approve of. Every night, under the cloak of darkness, she worked in a bustling public bathhouse, washing men's bodies with warm, soapy hands.

As the clock struck midnight, Riya stepped into the dimly lit, steam-filled bathroom, the air thick with the intoxicating scents of vanilla and chocolate. The large bathtub was filled with warm, bubbling water and a sprinkle of rose petals, creating an alluring atmosphere.