Paff. Paff. ‘Cypress?’ I whisper. In a blink, he shoots from the corner and past me, to a flashing panel on the wall beyond. ‘CYPRESS!’ I ...oar – and he stops. He freezes. His hand is paused over the blinking panel, and now I notice the bags of plastic explosive that he’s gathered. I wonder how many he’s already got set up. His eyes staring wide at me me – not blinking. ‘…what are you doing…?’ I say finally. ‘Something is really really wrong,’ he whispers. ‘Really really wrong.’ ‘I know. Maine t-shirt aur half jeans pehni thi, rahul ne mere baalo ko sehlate hue mujhe lip par kiss kiya, maine use nahi roka. Phir wo meri t-shirt nikalne laga to me chilla padi, swapi samaz gaya ke kya ho raha hai. Swapi: Rahul, Hamare paas do din he tu kyu itna excite ho aha he. Wo baadme nahi bolne wali hai kya kyu Shradha? Mai dekh to isko samaz hi hi nahi he jata 5-6 ghanto ke liye dheeraj rakho.Hum ek hotel me ruke, aur sham tak beach bahot masti ki. Hum hotel laute aur vodka order ki. Swapi. He was asleep.The last thing she remembered was just lying there beneath her son, basking in the feel of their bodies so closely pressed together. Then?She wasn't sure. She must have drifted off in the total relaxation that had suffused through her body after their love making. It had been good, so wonderfully good.Again, she looked at her son. An impish urge to reach out and fondle the sleeping hose of his penis rushed through her. She resisted the impulse, letting her son sleep.Closing her. “He is working in Sharjah,” Shweta’s voice was beginning to break. “He is toiling there to bring up our only son.”“I understand,” Professor Aravind nodded his head sympathetically. “But, I am helpless. I do have a veto in admissions but I am afraid your son is not a deserving case.”“Please don’t say so,” Shweta was in tears. “We have a lot of dreams about him. If you decline, his studies for all practical purposes might come to an end. He will be devastated. I am willing to do anything to get.