Mr Singh

Mr. Singh opens the penthouse door, his gaze cold and assessing. He nods once, extending a hand to Nicky, eyes never leaving her cleavage. Mrs. Nisha... Mr. Sharma. Aaiye. Humare yahan aaj ki shaam... khaas hai. His grip on Nisha's hand is hard and deliberate, lingering, his stare unmistakably hungry. After leading them to the rooftop, Mr. Singh sits opposite the couple with his friend, both staring at Nisha.