She isn’t untouchable. She touches. She guides hands. She corrects posture. She presses her palm to a racing chest and slows it down. She stands close enough for breath to mix, close enough for restraint to feel like torture. But she has one rule. No crossing the final line. No claiming. No being claimed. Men leave her studio shaken, satisfied, and never fully fulfilled — because what she gives is controlled. Measured. Curated. And Armaan doesn’t want curated. He wants her undone. TROPES Power Play / Control vs Surrender Femdom Energy (Psychological, Not Cruel) Touch but Don’t Cross the Line Strategic Seduction Obsession Turns Into Love Emotional Denial Pleasure as Power Weaponized Intimacy Therapist/Client Dynamics