She was dressed in a dark blue sari, the turquoise stone on her ears caught the fluorescent light and threw a pale glow on her cheeks. She had painted her lips a deep pink, her hair was drawn in a formidable bun, a red rose was tucked on a side of the bun. She had pulled her sari tight over her chest and the curves of her breast heaved as she breathed deep. There were lines near her mouth, and her eyes were puffed. She was evidently in a turmoil.