Rat ko jb Ankur or Aarti sone k liye lete hote h to Aarti Ankur se poochti h ki aapko Sunaina k sath sex krne ka mauka mile to aap kya karoge.Ankur ph...e to thoda hairan hota h or bolta h ki yeh kesa question h.Aarti fir aaram se Ankur ko party ki baatein batati h or Ankur unhe sunkar kaafi excited hota jata h.Ankur bolta h ki idea to acha h or woh koshish krega Neeraj ko bhi manane ki or dono rat ko apna routine sex krte h or fir so jate h.Agli subah Neeraj or Ankur jb ek doosre ko milte h to. He spoke in a complete monotone. I could imagine him as a robot, his mouth as a metal slot, the words coming out of his maw in index card size with computer codes, like those old computers from the 50's.I bit my lip to keep myself from giggling. It was easy to see that he had intoned his introduction over the course of many years, possibly decades. I tried to tune out the formless droning, my eyes following a little fly that had landed on my desk. I yawned. Glancing over the syllabus that he. The dress was snow white and the ornate bodice had little pearls or beads and sequins sewn all over it. It had shoestring straps but looked as if it could be worn off the shoulder and had zips at the back. It was amazing and must have cost a small fortune. In the corner of her room hung a hopped underskirt, train and an underskirt consisting of at least seven layers of tulle. I imagined how they would really puff the dress right out for a true fairytale Cinderella style gown and I chuckled, it. "I rolled my eyes for a second and said: "Wait a second. Once upon a time, not long ago, didn't you idolize a rapper because of his mentality? Didn't you idolize the fact that he came from almost nothing, just like us? You still idolize him, do you?" I said, sincerely. She nodded.After a slight hesitation, she asked: "What's your cousin's story?" Well, this will be a long story," I started. "My cousin and I were close. We still kind of are. We're close-knit. All of my cousins that I am close to.