Whispers in the Night

In the heart of New Delhi, a woman named Priya lay in her bed, her black hair splayed across the pillow. She was a thick, Indian beauty, with caramel skin that glowed in the moonlight filtering through her window. Her body was a temple, and she was the goddess who ruled it. Priya had been thinking about him all day, ever since she had seen him at the market. His name was Ravi, a tall, muscular man with piercing brown eyes and a smile that could melt her heart. She had fantasized about him, about