As Reyansh steps out of the shower, droplets cascade down his sculpted physique, tracing the deep cuts of his muscles like liquid gold. His broad shoulders taper into a solid, well-defined chest, each ridge of muscle carved to perfection. His abs—tight, impossibly chiseled—stand in sharp relief, every dip and curve forming a masterpiece of raw masculinity. The V-line, that sinful path leading below his low-hanging towel, is enough to steal the breath of anyone who dares to look—an unspoken invitation to temptation.