I met her outraged glare with sub-zero indifference."Where's the fucking Pediatric ward?" I asked once again, no trace of emotion in my voice.The woma..., a stocky middle aged brunette, glared briefly, repositioned her glasses on the bridge of her nose, got a good look at my face, noticed the armed men grouped behind me, and then visibly wilted. It felt as though she were going to wet herself and vomit simultaneously."Third floor. Elevators are down the hall to your left." she choked out.Having. I was worried because if she complained to dad about my intention, then dad would kill me. So I wanted to wait for the best opportunity.From there, I started thinking of a plan to start to get close to mom. On weekdays, I started to wake up early and helped mom serve coffee sometimes. She also started to be close to me.One day on the weekend, we went to a nearby vegetable shop. My mom wore a salwar. On the way, there was a ground where guys use to play games and they started to whistle. I was. No, I certainly did notfeel soft and tender and attractive right now... but I realised, I didn'tneed to be any longer.I was feeling an intense arousal, a feeling of sexual power unlike any Ihad felt before.. I didn't feel the need to be femininely alluring orbeautiful or glamorous anymore to feel sexual, I didn't need to bedesirable to desire... Now, I had become the predator not the prey, thebee not the flower.I saw his fingers hesistate over one. I leaned forward to look. My heartskipped a. Rojane hujaron ladkiyan foriegn export ki jate hai. Aur hamara profit margin tumhare baap ke margin se croro rupye ucha hai. Par me ye sab bate me tumhe kyon bata raha hoon kyonki tum bhi apne bal par apne baap ke tarah hi bahut bada badwagiri buisness empire khada kar sako. You dont worry now aur tum outhouse mai rukh sakti ho. Par kal se tumhe mere hotel me pregnent sex karke mera purane grahko ko kush karna hoga.Ok now you all may leave.Aagle din subhaBani: Jigyasa aunty Mrs.Walya kya jag.