Mom garh mein mexi hi pehnti hai aur uss din toh bas mera dekhte hi khada ho gya aur Mein looby mein aa gya and tv par blue filam play kar di indian i... ladka muture aunty ke sath laga tha then mom ko awaj lagai mom aa gayi mene kaha maa aja meri god mein beth ja kal ki tarah toh mom boli ki beta tu har bar god mein kyu bethata hai mene kaha ki mujhe souk hai bas,maa ne kaha chal abb mera vada poora hua abb tu mobile de mujhe mene kaha deDunga darling abhi kya jaldi hai n apni traf kicha aur maa. But it was only the first day, I reminded myself. What fun would it be if he fell apart in the first hour?**The next days are a blur, really, and it would take novels to explain them all. And yes, I did all seven things to Stephen – sort of - in my own special order, in my own way, as a deliberate means to deconstruct him. I wanted to strip away every inch of protection he had, internally and externally, and then sink my nails into his most tender, vulnerable soul, before putting him back. He parked beside her in her drive and they went inside. “Well?” she asked. “What do you think?”He shook his head. “Wow -- that’s all I can say.”“Did you see that ring?”“I did. The rock in it is at least three carats. It would have to be upper four to lower five figures.”“That much?”“Easily if it’s a quality stone. And, if it’s genuine.”“What do you mean?”“I bought a pair of earrings for my ex with stones that size. They cost me seventy-five bucks and they were cubic zirconia, and Laura loved. He also seemed to be fascinated by my lightly-curled auburn hair hanging to the middle of my back. And I had quite a pleasing face, or so everyone told me."Would you fancy a spot of tea, love?" I called back to him in a winsome manner as I was beginning to go inside my door. He happened to adore my British accent, as he was overseas on sabbatical from teaching at some college in New Jersey. Rutgers, I think he said the name was."You know, some tea would go just fine about now, Meredith," he.