Whispers in the Night

In the heart of New Delhi, a woman named Priya lay in her bed, her black hair sprawled out on the pillow. She was a thick, voluptuous Indian woman with curves in all the right places. Her skin was a rich, golden brown, glowing in the faint light that seeped through her curtains. She was naked, her body bathed in a soft sweat after a long, hot shower. Priya was not alone. A man named Arjun lay next to her, his body pressed against hers. He was an Indian babe, his skin a few shades lighter than Pr