" I said. "Everything is going to be just fine. You've done the right thing." What about the other girl? Deed?" I asked. "Is she involved in any way."...No. Not that I know about at least. Not yet anyway." She left that hanging like there might be future possibilities even with her seven year old.I soothed her. She had been crying at times, nearly uncontrollable sobbing that I had waited patiently to end. It was hard for her to dredge up the stuff she had told me. When I had started with her, I. And to my surprise even she liked me. Who knew?! Yay! No wonder she forgave me.I made the move of kissing her first. I just kissed her. She didn’t resist. Thank God!We kissed intensely for 10-15 minutes. Sucking the saliva outta each other. We loved it. I pushed her against the wall and started kissing more. I kissed her neck. Lifted her up. Held her in my arms. We just hugged each other. We really did like each other.Then kissed her forehead and said I really liked her. So did she. We had our. ‘Come on, we’ll be back soon.’His tone reassured her. She settled in the front passenger seat, patting the folds of her saree around her.‘I’m not dressed for walking am I?’He laughed, ‘Well you always looked beautiful in traditional dress, and now you are even more so.’‘Yes, but look, these are hardly traditional.’ She lifted the hem of her saree and waved her feet, clad in gym trainers.‘Ha Riya, you always did bend the rules.’They laughed together, and Riya was happy in his company. The car. Immediately after the engagement, I promptly forwarded an application to our management seeking transfer to Delhi.Soon after shifting to Delhi, we found out that our small apartment was not enough to provide the required comfort for three of us. Subbu was responsible for finding a house in Ghaziabad although my husband preferred to stay inside Delhi. I was on long leave as my transfer application was pending and hence I had to be content staying with Subbu at home most of the time.I hailed from.