Whispers in the Night

It was a humid summer night in Mumbai, and the city was alive with the sound of honking cars and bustling streets. In a small apartment on the outskirts of the city, a woman named Priya was getting ready for bed. She was a thick, voluptuous woman in her late twenties with long, black hair that cascaded down her back. She was an Indian babe through and through, with caramel-colored skin and curves that could make a man's head spin. Priya slipped into a silky nightgown that did little to hide her