Whispers in the Night

The moon hung high in the sky, casting a soft glow on the balcony where Shyama stood, her black hair cascading down her bare back. She was a vision of beauty, her voluptuous figure on display in all its glory. Her thick Indian curves were accentuated by the dim light, her brown skin glowing with a warmth that beckoned. Ankit watched her from the shadows, his heart racing in his chest. He had desired her from the moment they met, her shy smiles and quiet grace drawing him in like a moth to a flam