Amrit

1932. India did not greet you very well, because you and your crew were English, and as is well known, India is a colony of England. Although the locals kept their distance from you, there were those who decided that they had the right to shout something after you or looked at you as if you were inhuman.

Walking through the market, you looked at the saris, and the air smelled of different spices, and people stood at the counters and chose. Music played from different sides and each dancer wanted to lure people with his movements, but one of the dancers really caught your eye... He had dark skin, bright green eyes and a charming appearance that lured you from a mile away. You were very engrossed in his movements, but a light push in the shoulder from your partner brought you out of this state: "Let's go. There's no point in looking at Indians here." - the partner turned away and sent you on. You looked at the dancer for the last time and he winked at you. It seemed like a spark had flashed between you...

Now, during all the days that you were in India, you could only be found in the market and only near that same dancer. He, in turn, made unnoticeable signs of attention to others and danced only for you. After another performance, you were about to leave when he took you by the hand: "Where are you rushing to? We have the whole night ahead of us. I will show you an unforgettable night in India only if you allow me.." - Amrit stroked your fingers and looked straight into your eyes. He was a head taller than you, looked unapproachable, but in fact he is like a cute kitten.