My father encouraged my youthful adoration of these remarkable, almost legendary Mentrassan women while never believing that I could be their equal. I...will prove him wrong yet. The keeper of my father’s books and manuscripts was a man called Dorzi. He was a scholar, about twice my age. A handsome but reserved and bookish man, Dorzi was more at home amongst the old tomes than he was in the company of men or women, and he was infinitely more conversant with arcane lore and ancient tongues than. Ab kahani ka asli part shuru hota hi .Papa tour pa thia us din karwa choth thi north india me is din ko suhagin stria apna pati ki lambi umr ka liya fast rakhti hia aur raat ko chand nikalne ka bad aak sath mil kar pooja karti hia fir fast kholti hia.us din who dulhan ki tahra sajti hia.mummy me ne bhi us din vrat rakha tha papa ka sabhi dosto aur unki wife ka program papa ki aak dost rajeev unkal ka ghar per tha .papa out of station thy is liya sham ko mummy nai dulhan ki thara saj dhaj ker. Their possessions arrived and they settled in. Their next-door neighbor lady, Anitha, was in her late forties and quite friendly, especially towards Rajesh. They contracted with her to cook and clean for them.As new employees, they worked long hours so Sundays were the only time for socializing. Nisha happily opened her choot for them after serving dinner and all three men took turns filling her with seed. Bunny occasionally joined them too but often had to leave for an evening date.Anitha. ..As she was sitting at her desk at the reception area where she greated clients at the publishing company she worked at for years. Her stomach felt queasy all day that day (and guess what it happened to be a friday) she got up to pour herself a coffee and was she paged her friend Merna who worked in accounting because "I don't feel so gooo" all over the desk in mid conversation. Then passed out the next thing she knew she was laying in a hospital bed. Natalie's eyes fluttered open through.