“Don’t forget,” she told my mother. “One word from me and you and your son will be thrown out of this house in no moment.” “Aiyo, Parvathi...mma, don’t talk like that,” said my mother. “I and my son will be ever thankful to you and sar.” “Then , this is how you show your gratitude?” My mother began to cry. Maybe she was hurt when the old woman called her thankless. “You will say yes to my request or not?” asked Parvathiamma, as if for the last time. The tone of her voice was very threatening. A. You're not at your home. But he understood me and was not in volume. Thilo said I should let him go. I noticed that his pants were wet. I went to bed and noticed that had wet the Thilo themselves. A huge puddle of pee was in my bed. I shouted at him and said you have peed in my bed, what is the das Thilo just said I was not that I was not that. I said to him, clearly who it was because, as someone else has slept in it. Thilo said only: Sure thou Perhaps you've peed in bed and now I get the. She shows me room to kept luggage there and vacated for me. From next day onwards I started search of jobs. I attend interview which was referred by Murali. After interview I came back house in afternoon. Ragini opened the door. Now she wearing transparent sari and blouse which shows all assets. And asked come for lunch. After fresh I go to kitchen and sit on floor for lunch and Ragini was also sit in front of me for serve rice sambar etc.That time I looked to Ragini she give me mischievous. There was dead silence in the car until we reached his house. After reaching his house he welcomed us inside. He made us sit in the hall while he went inside. As soon as he was out of sight, I and my girl shared a nervous laugh.She asked me whether this was normal and I nodded in agreement. Before we could get comfy and cozy we heard footsteps coming our way. The man and his wife came and sat on the sofa in front of us. The husband was the normal ‘uncle’ type of guy with a bald head and a pot.