Whispers in the Shadow

In the dimly lit room, a woman stood with her back facing the door. The soft glow from the single lamp in the corner casted long shadows that danced upon her curvaceous figure. Her thick, black hair cascaded down her shoulders, the ends gently brushing the small of her back. She was nude, her caramel skin glowing in the low light. The Indian beauty, a woman of 25 summers, was lost in thought, her mind wandering to the events that led her to this moment. She had met him at a gathering of friends,