.main raghav hu dilli ka rehne wala humeri phle ki kahanion ko padne k bad bht doston ne muje mail kiaye jankar k bht logon ko ye kahanian achi lagima...n khush huto ab meri 1 or kahani apke lie hazir ha2 sal phle ki bat hauska nam sonia hawo mere ghr rhne ayi thimere ghr k pas koi xam dene ayi thiwo hodi door ki cousin thior ye phli bar hi hum mile theisse phle kabi nai mile thewo mere room me mere sath soti thicz hmare ghr me zada room nai theor tb hmare ghr me ac nai thato rat ko hum coolr k. “Thank you for that,” she said softly.“Thank YOU for recording it,” I said. “The other girls are gonna want to see it. I don’t think we can post it though. Violence against women.”She nodded. “Let’s talk about it at home. You know you’re covered in blood, right?” she said delicately.“Well, it’s too late to clean up now. Might as well wear the war-paint home,” I said, spotting Emma coming down the jet-way.She spotted me and her eyes flew open as she ran to me. “OH MY GOD! WHAT HAPPENED TO. "This is Andrew Dennison. He's going to be helping out around here. Andrew, this is Alex, David and Jake."All three boys shook his hand silently, not quite sure what to make of the bearded dirty man. Bryan had to admit that he was a little scary at first take."Uh," Bryan said. "Would you like a hot shower before we try and do anything else?"Andrew looked at him, his eyes lighting up like a kid in a candy store. "Is that really a question?" he asked.Bryan turned to the three boys who were. She triedto carefully clean the blood away from Pat's scalp, but didn't make muchprogress. She did succeed in cleaning away some of the less driedmaterial over the lump and could see the raised area on his scalp. Asshe parted his hair in the area of the bump, she took notice of a strangelooking bruise. She took her phone out of her purse and took aphotograph of the contusion.As she returned the phone to her purse, a flash of yellow in a fold ofthe sheets caught her eye. She carefully lifted.