“Left side dekh, Bhabhi,” I said, leaning over to look at the rearview mirror. My face was inches from her cheek. She was wearing oudh perfume—woody, expensive, intoxicating.
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“I am not a good teacher,” I said, pulling my hand away finally. “I’ll call a professional instructor tomorrow.” “Left side dekh, Bhabhi,” I said, leaning over