"A little," I admitted awkwardly. I was feeling a little shaky as Ithought about it, but I had to get the words out. "That guy... He'scalled the Mes...enger?"Marcus snorted at that. "Yeah. From what I gather, he likes to make outlike he's not personally involved. He's just a messenger, delivering amessage from one person to another."I felt myself growing angrier at that, at the idea that the man whomurdered my family didn't even think it was personal. It certainly waspersonal, and I wanted to. (little regret because she loved me truly and at the same time happy, I will got some new cunt to fuck).Now come to the actual story. I was married to a big city girl (shruti) few months back. It was an arranged marriage. It was only her voluptuous figure and cute face made me betray my ex and I said yes to the marriage. Her stats are 34b 30 36 and a cute face. She is also doing job in a MNC and is earning a good salary. I was feeling lucky to get a proposal like her for me. Then the wedding. To wo boli tabiyat to theek hai per tumse kuchh baat karni hai main bola theek hain batayen. wo boli ki tum ab bade ho gaye ho. Meri madad karoge to maine kaha haan kyu nahi. To boli mera dhoodh piyoge? Aaj se pahle kabhi humari is tarh ki baate nahi hui thi (didi ko kabhi kisi ladke k bare mein baat karte ya milte nahi suna tha ) isliye ye sunkar main dang ho gaya. Maine puchha kya? To wo boli haan.. (ab unki saanse kafi tez ho gayei thi aur dil kafi tez dhak dhak kar raha tha jise unke boobs. I am very sorry for what I did…. I shouldn’t have…. You should go now, Shalini won’t be back tonight.” Alia said almost about to cry again.“I told you I understand, I can stay if you want. You shouldn’t be alone tonight.” I said trying to console her.“Ankur, you are a best person I have ever met in my life. I attract only the most wrong men.” She embraced me tightly into her arms. I held her too. I knew she needed a hug from a friend more than anything.“Let’s go out for dinner” I said trying to.