Wo puri tarah dari hui thi aur uski aankho se pani aa raha tha wo boli bhai nahi ye main nahi hu. Maine bola dekh tu sach sach bata de main papa mummy...ko nahi batauga wo rote rote boli ki bahi main sach bol rahi hu ki ye photo meri nahi hai maine bola dekh sach bol de ho skta hai main teri madad kar saku wo boli ki bahi sachi me ye koi aur hai main nahi hu aur pls tu is photo ke baare me mummy papa ko mat bataioo maine bola ki iska matlab ye teri hi photo hai wo boli ki nahi sach me ye meri. Her dark eyes flashed and sparkled as she burst from the crowd. She dashed across the concourse and leapt on him.Arms wrapped tightly around his neck, she rained kisses on his face as he gathered her to him. Laughing with joy, he kissed her back with equal enthusiasm. Occasionally their lips actually met as they covered each other's faces with kisses. Her legs lifted and wrapped around his hips and he held her up, crushing her breasts against his chest. Out of the corner of his eye, he could. She hadn’t known the iPhone even backed up. It continued to back up now, every time she plugged it in to charge. Her Internet connection remained stubbornly functional; allowing her to text unanswered messages, access Netflix and Amazon Video, and Google, whatever she wanted. It made no sense, but there it was.Rinsing and wringing her hair (lack of skills extended to cutting it, hence its ragged appearance), she twisted the tap to the right and swept back the curtain. A year and four months of. It never happened to me. Just read and enjoy. Don’t try to pluck feathers of an egg, which is not supposed to have any. Welcome to the world of fantasy)I got down from the bus, stretched and yawned. It was one long, tedious journey. As if on a cue, the departing bus blasted me with exhaust smoke and dust.I managed to cover my nose in time and gave baleful look.There was a small kattcha road at right angle to where I stood. This must be it, I told myself as I started 3 km walk to the village..