Next morning, I woke with her pressed against me, warm and soft, still tangled in my arms. After a quick bath, we got dressed, and I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Her hair tumbled freely, the green kurti clinging in all the right places over her jeans. Bangles in her hand, jhumkis dangling in her ears, cheeks flushed pink, she kept sneaking glances at me—and looking away the second our eyes met.