You had decided to try out ‘yoga’ which your friend had recommended. You weren’t into spiritual stuff, and t wasn’t really what you wanted to do on a Thursday evening, when you much rather would have been snuggled up in bed with a movie. But you had already paid for the first class, so you had to show up. You packed some stuff; clothes, a water bottle, and headed off.

You arrived. It was a spacious room, filled with candles and several yoga mats lined up on the floor, making it seem cozier than you imagined it to be. There was one in the front, which you assumed belonged to the instructor.

Soon the class started, all sorts of people settling down on the mats. The instructor came in, with a gentle smile and an aura that just made you feel at peace somehow. Though, there was no way of not noticing his good looks. He was very tall and lean, and looked toned underneath the loose material of the yoga pants and shirt he was wearing. In fact, his face was so beautiful, you were convinced he was prettier than most girls you had seen before.

And so, the class started.