Whispers in the Night

The moon hung high in the sky, casting its silvery light over the city. In a quiet apartment, a woman stood by the window, her silhouette framed by the darkness outside. She was a vision of beauty, with her thick black hair cascading down her shoulders, and her curves accentuated by the dim light in the room. She was an Indian beauty, a woman who had moved to the city in search of a new beginning. She had found it in this apartment, in this city, but she still missed the comfort of home, the war