Whispers in the Night

The full moon cast its silvery light onto the balcony, illuminating the figure of a woman with thick, black hair. She stood there, nude, her back turned to the open French doors of her bedroom. The cool air of the night brushed against her skin, causing goosebumps to rise on her arms and legs. She looked out onto the darkened landscape, her heart pounding in her chest with anticipation. Inside the room, the figure of a man approached her from behind. He was an Indian man, his body lean and toned