It was very clear, when I asked Laila why they are not going on weekends, speaking in a low hoarse voice she openly was criticizing Mustaq’s mother,...saying why she is asking me why I married him, I am also his wife and it’s allowed.As for myself, being on neutral grounds, I had no say in it, so just told her it will take time and she will be fine with her, this was also seconded by Mustaq, then looking at Mustaq through the veil she had said I hope so sir.So it was obvious to me that he was. His first round was rough and gruesome, and fortunes seemed to sway to and fro. Toward the end of the second round both men had bloodied faces, but Wray seemed to be getting the upper hand. Round three was one-way traffic and Wray knocked his opponent out within thirty seconds. Having had enough, I left directly after his fight.The following day I joined in with all the backslapping and compliments at work. Wray’s right eye was slightly puffy, and he had cuts on his bottom lip and above his. But when my aunty picks the call he used to talk. I felt that there is something cooking between them, so I started to listen to the chat on another phone which we had a parallel connection in the other room. So I got to know that some certificate was pending with Prakash and he was trying to take advantage of that.One day Prakash told that I will call you in the night. I want to talk something with you. So around 10.30 the phone rang. Quickly I picked the phone there was no answer, the same. My week, my fantasy," she replied, smiling at his confused look.Darren started to stand up. Stephanie gently pushed him back into his chair. "They are all gone." The cleaning crew," Darren reminded her.Stephanie shrugged.She shook her hair and then her hips began to sway. Her hands eased down her sides until they reached the hem of her miniskirt. She spread her legs until the miniskirt was tight against them and then, excruciatingly slowly, inch by soft silky inch; she drew the hem up to the.