Whispers in the Shadow

In the dimly lit room, a woman stood with her back facing the door. She was completely nude, her thick black hair cascading down her shoulders and resting on the curves of her waist. The gentle hum of the overhead fan was the only sound that filled the room, punctuated by the occasional distant honk of a car on the street below. Sumita was a woman of grace and beauty, her curves a testament to the divine feminine. She had the body of a goddess, and the soul of a poet. She was an Indian babe, a c