Late night love making is different. It is quieter, heavier, more honest. There is no rush to impress and no need to perform. The room is dim, the world outside is asleep, and whatever happens feels like it belongs only to the two people inside it. Music at this hour should feel like a low light rather than a spotlight. Something that wraps around the moment instead of interrupting it. The night should open with sound that barely announces itself. Cigarettes After Sex works here not because it is obvious, but because it is restrained. The music feels like breath, like proximity. It lets bodies settle into the same rhythm without forcing anything to happen yet. As closeness turns physical, the playlist should deepen, not accelerate. Rhye slips in naturally at this stage. His voice carries intimacy without urgency, sensuality without noise. It is music for slow hands and unbroken eye contact. Then comes Rishbh Tiwari’s Fantasy , a track that feels made for this hour. It does not ask...