But one day i came from my classes at 9:30 am but i usually came from class at11:30 am. so i went to rekha aunt’s home to told me to give some tiffi... but when i entered to her house the door was not locked inside. I got inside saw that his son was sleeping and her daughter and her husband was not at home.I think his husband went to his duty and his daughter was in school now.So i think she was in bedroom but she was not there then i entered to her kitchen she was also not there. Then i heard. Her marriage was fixed, it was in next 2 months, and he was working in US. She seemed to be very excited and the reason she was going to her home town was to get sarees for the d-day. I spoke about myself, my hobbies and other stuff. Our bus arrived, it was an old bus, they have charged more for the tickets, I didn’t know the native language so I took Anjali with me to question conductor for the same, they spoke something, and Anjali translated to me in English that there was local festival in. Her saree had fallen off her shoulders, baring her ample breasts clad in the skimpy, transparent blue blouse. The light from the stand lamp made her fair skin shine through the thin material, clearly outlining her black bra. Her bare stomach and deep navel, accentuated by the saree worn low, looked extremely erotic. They looked down at her and moved in like three wolves closing in on a doe asleep in the forest. Ajay went down on his knees near her feet and slowly lifted her saree up to her. You stood still there on the shore, the white of your robe like a beacon against the rapidly darkening sky. I was drawn to you. I stepped of the porch of my beach house and began to toil against the thick sands of the dunes to reach you. Struggling to keep my head high enough to keep sight of you I labored on. I knew that if I lost sight, I would lose you. You were my vision, my hope. Gradually I came closer, yet there always seemed to be one more dune to cross. The wind grew stronger, and.