Whispers in the Night

The full moon cast a soft glow on the balcony, illuminating the curvaceous figure of Meera, an Indian woman with raven black hair. She stood there, nude, her back facing the open French doors that led to her bedroom. Her heart raced with excitement, her breathing shallow as she took in the cool night air. Kamal, a longtime friend and secret admirer, stood in the doorway, watching her. His eyes traced her dark hair cascading down her back, the curve of her waist and the roundness of her hips. He