Whispers in the Night

In the heart of Delhi, a woman named Priya lay in her bed, her long black hair splayed across the pillow. The humid night clung to her skin, and the ceiling fan did little to alleviate the heat. She was nude, her smooth, caramel-colored skin glowing in the dim light of her bedroom. Her back was to the door, unaware of the figure that had entered her room. The figure was a man, tall and muscular, with a toned chest and chiseled jawline. His name was Arjun, and he had been Priya's friend since chi