Whispers in the Night

In the dead of night, the city lay still and silent, save for the occasional distant horn or the rustle of leaves in the wind. In a small apartment on the outskirts of town, a woman with raven-black hair lay in bed, her dark eyes scanning the ceiling. Her name was Priya, an Indian beauty with a body that could make any man's head turn. Priya had always been a woman of passion, and tonight was no different. She ran her fingers through her thick hair, letting out a soft sigh as she thought of the