Darkness has fallen, and the stars are twinkling in the moonless sky. The humidity has risen an inch or two and again the vast desert is ready to engulf the dark sky, mingling in its arms and evaporating the essence of hardship, breaks and hurts as it tries to fill the environment with love and affection. For some, the night would dance like a pro belly dancer; the one with a sexy-slender figure that they could see in the night-Sahara, moulding the curvy body with jingling rhythm and seducing the viewers with the rise of beats compelling them to lose themselves in those undebatable illicit temptations that would pave their path to sins.
The night becomes sinful for sinister while for others it might be the long-lost love that would be mingling in the arms of others, crushing a thousand d
