One day, while shopping in a bustling market in Delhi, India, a young woman named Priya decided to try on some traditional Indian clothing in a small, dimly-lit changing room. She had long, wild, curly hair that cascaded down her back and framed her beautiful dark skin.
As she slipped out of her Western clothes and into a vibrant sari, she heard a soft knock on the door. It was Aamir, a handsome young man who worked at the shop. He had noticed her come in and couldn’t resist the opportunity to talk to her.
