Whispers in the Mountains

The brunette Indian woman, whom we'll call Nalini, lay on the soft grass, her back facing the breathtaking mountain range before her. She was nude, her voluptuous figure bathed in the warm sunlight. Nalini's heart-shaped face was framed by wavy chestnut hair, and her eyes were closed as she reveled in the serenity of the moment. A gentle breeze played with the edges of her crimson saree, which lay abandoned next to her. Her smooth skin glistened with a light sheen of sweat, her body still hummin