She tumbled off the chair, hitting her head hard on the concrete floor. A wave of dizziness washed over her. Unable to stop herself, she started cryin.... The bitter iron taste of blood in her mouth almost made her gag.Rough hands hauled her up and shoved her back in the chair. Tears falling, she watched the big guy slowly stand. Now his eyes were beady, dead, and mean.“Where are the documents?” he demanded, sounding vicious.When he raised his hand, Callie shied away, her face still hurting. It. Is umar mai aaise tight gaand woh pehle baar dekh raha tha. Fatima begum ke poore pakiza jism se haath ghumate woh bola, “Wah Fatima begum tu to is burqe mai Ayesha jaise lagti hai.Wohi tight gora jism, waisa hi tana hua sina, waise hi gori taange. Tu bhi teri beti jaise mast maal hai Fatima begum. Kasam se tera yeh mast musalmani jism dekhke koi bhi hindu mard tujhe apnana chahega.” Fatima begum ke piche khade hote uske jism ko sehlate Rajesh bola, “Accha aaisa soch tu train ki bhid mai khadi. My entire wardrobe now consisted of mid-thigh length dresses andappropriate accessories in various shades of pink; from Pale toElectric.My naturally straight dark hair was dyed and exhaustively maintainedplatinum blonde, curled with pink highlights and held with ribbons intothe occasional ponytail, or, more likely (like today), high pigtailsthat framed either side of my face in a mass of bimbo blonde curls thatannoyingly flip into my eyes whenever I turn my head.Of course I have to maintain. I want itflared as much as possible! That's why I asked you to wear it in thefirst place! Now do it again!"Chad grunted, then dropped yet another little curtsey for Mel - just incase, then he tried it again. He grabbed his skirt and dropped intohis curtsey again - this time pulling wide with both arms as far as theskirt would let them go."Better!" Mel commented. "Much better!"Chad bowed his head momentarily, then he rose up again and brought hisfeet right together next to each other and.