hidden passions of the asian mystress

The streets were suddle and gray yet a woman of such enchantment was near people could smell her and hear her whispering breath. She ran vigorously across the streets as if she was searching for something, people stared. They thought why woman of her kind be out here this late they called her a piece of pure sin for she was dressed with out her sari and her skin was dark and bare. The woman ran and paid no attention to the people yelling and throw objects at her she felt afraid. Every step she took was quick and sharp she trembled to her knees and tried to catch her breath.

She had finally arrived to her destination. She got up steadily for her body ached of pain. She walked into a place of gold walls and red and violet embroidered pillows. The woman there wore satin and sheer garments and there makeup was heavy and glamorous. She sat down in a cold corner that was charcoal gray and filled with dust.

She asked at tall slender woman near her that she was looking for jamil gowilfa. So the woman took her to him. Jamil gowifa was the head of the harem he was a womanizer and a poor excuse of a man for he beat the women if they disrespected him. The tall woman left and she was there alone “ your late” Jamil said , “I was paying my respects to the sultan im very sorry” she said “I gave you the life of the free woman and this is how you act you come late and say it was because of the sultan” “sir im very sorry please don’t let me live in shame again with my father” “ rahana leave ameditly I will have no more of your filth in my face” So rahana left and suddenly her eyes began to puff her stomach cringed with pain.

She went to wash her face from the tears and suffering.