Whispers in the Night

In the heart of New Delhi, a woman with raven black hair walked naked through her dimly lit apartment. The air was thick with the scent of jasmine and musk, the only light coming from a single candle flickering on her nightstand. She was a stunning Indian woman, her curves thick and voluptuous, her skin the color of rich honey. As she moved, she ran her fingers over her own body, feeling the goosebumps rise on her skin. She had been thinking about him all day, the man who had captured her heart