In the heart of a remote Indian village, where the air was thick with the scent of earth and the whispers of ancient traditions, Agni stood like a shadow among the villagers. At 49, his tall, muscular frame commanded respect, his dark skin glistening under the harsh sun. His presence was a paradox—handsome yet terrifying, his strong demeanor a warning to those who dared cross him. Agni was a man of few words, his dark personality a mystery that kept the villagers at bay. Yet, beneath the surface, there was a hunger in him, a primal desire that only a select few could satisfy.