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“He turned his thoughts instead to his wife. He imagined how upon his return he would pull her into the bed and make love to her, the gem-encrusted, meena-painted necklace adorning her bared bosom, strands of her long silky hair flowing all around his head like streaming waterfall, eyes half-shut in ecstasy.”
― Mukta Singh-Zocchi, The Thugs & a Courtesan