Whispers in the Night

In the heart of Mumbai, a city that never sleeps, a woman lay in her bed, her raven-black hair splayed across the pillow. Radhika was a woman of striking beauty, with a curvaceous figure that could make any man's heart race. Her thoughts wandered to the mysterious man she had met at the local market earlier that day. He was a foreigner, with olive skin and dark hair, and there was something about him that had drawn her in. She had found herself stealing glances at him as they browsed the stalls,