The night was hot a Indian woman alone in her room her thoughts wandering

She craved for something different a taboo caress

The neighbor's looks had been daring a silent invitation

Soon he was there a shadow in her doorway his gaze burning

Her saree slipped revealing flesh that had been concealed for ages

He embraced her throat a heat igniting within her soul

Her hands reached for him pulling him closer into the darkness

The bed creaked with their passion a beat of lust

A glimpse through the pane a bystander capturing their intimacy

The lens flashed a moment frozen in eternity

Her husband was gone at office oblivious to her betrayal

The affair continued perilous and exciting each encounter more intense

Then the unveiling her husband's return a broken world

The video leaked her disgrace uncovered for all to see

She bathed her form attempting to purify her guilt

But the pictures remained a mark on her honor

The village gossiped her identity a epithet for scandal

Yet inside she felt a unusual liberation from social chains

Her tale became a legend a cautionary tale of illicit passion

And sometimes in the gloom she still fantasized of that neighbor's touch