“It’s so sad that this is the way forward for you, your wife and your marriage, but it’s lucky we are of the same mind on this. Of course I’m ...lad to help out in any way I can. They say charity begins at home, and I’ll be glad to do what I can. Of course, I’ll be very discreet.”“Discreet?” His words were starting to jumble in my head and that old ache was coming back – the headache I sometimes got when I had to come up with an answer I just couldn’t see. It used to happen a lot before I met. She looks around, seeing the tall dresser decorated with cute stickers and small toys littered over the top. The nightstand with the bottle of water, tissues, and a dollar store lamp. The closet door she keeps perpetually open with blouses and other tops. She was the only person in the room. There’s no reply to her call, and she worries this will not be her day. But near her face, a translucent appendage slithers through an invisible void, and curls underneath her chin, cupping it as the tip. ‘It’s more than closing a contract. You want to do it.’She was not bothered by the accusation. ‘Yes.’She could sense my unease, as I sat silently holding her to my chest.‘First question’, she said, picking up on a game we often played. ‘Why should you have fun with him and I can’t?’‘It was your idea.’‘Fair enough, but answer the question.’‘I don’t have an answer.’ She let that hang for a moment. ‘Second question. Have you not yet learned your place?’My unwillingness to speak simply gave me. But you know that men will be men and need spice in life always. This story is about my previous neighbor bhabhi Ruchi (name changed).Let me introduce her, she is very beautiful with sumptuous assets. Her height is 5’5” and very fair skin. I am not sure the size but must be having 36 boobs which drive me crazy and she is my dream goddess. Ruchi’s husband is a business man and lots of problems in their life due to which Ruchi always looks much tensed. She is a working lady and I met everyday in.