Whispers in the Night

In the heart of New Delhi, a woman with raven black hair and a curvaceous figure stirred in her bed. The room was shrouded in darkness, save for the faint glow of the moonlight filtering through the open window. She was a woman of great beauty and allure, with a thick figure that commanded attention. She was an Indian babe, through and through. She lay on her back, her naked body exposed to the cool night air. Her black hair spilled out across the pillow, a cascade of darkness against the white