Just as she touched it, the noise suddenly stopped. She flicked it on and jumped back into the center of her bed, clutching the sheets tightly around ...er as light spilled out into the room. There was nothing there. She peeked carefully over the sides of her bed, seeing only the rug and a few Girls’ Life magazines. Taking her heaviest pillow to use as a weapon, she got out of bed and padded slowly towards the door. Right as she reached it she froze. looking down. Peeking out from the crack. We explored our bodies till 3am. Didn’t had sex that day because of pregnancy fear.Next day morning we had breakfast and after breakfast my sister went for coaching classes and we got one more chance so I went to medical shop and bought condom and came home that time my cousin doing her bath. I closed all the doors asked her to open the door. She dont know that my sister left for her classes. After requesting lot of times finally she opened the door and she is in nude.I slowly went inside. I aim at the door and hesitate with my finger on the trigger of the revolver. My finger rests on the trigger, rubbing up and down the metal, a cold embrace of a cold act. I fire three times at the door where I know its chest should be, puncturing the lungs and maybe the heart. I sigh wearily, then drop the gun to the floor. I sit down on the bed, placing my face in my hands. Tears begin to flow down my face freely. I grab my gun and stumble over to the sink and dry-heave. I look into the. I pitched up the idea of sex with Ritvik. He was 5 feet 7 inches or so and had a normal physique. Disha was afraid and said no as it might lead to her being labelled as slut as Ritvik may just tell everyone. I had known Ritvik from our childhood. He was 2 years older to me and was single. He knew how to keep secrets but such an encounter was risky. Nevertheless I wanted Ritvik to feel my wife’s beauty.It so happened that Ritvik lost his grandfather who lived in his village in Mahabeleshwar,.