A Sacred Union

In the heart of a bustling Indian city, a woman with thick, raven-black hair found herself in the sanctuary of her own home. She had shed her clothes, letting them fall to the floor like a dark shadow, and now stood in front of a large mirror. Her back was to the reflection, but she could see herself in her mind's eye: the curve of her spine, the fullness of her hips, and the softness of her buttocks. She was lost in the sensual dance of her own body when she heard the door to her bedroom creak