Maine: aap kya kaam karte ho ?Unhone; teacher hu pre- nursery ki.Maine: kya mai apka chehra dekh sakta hu ?Unhone: muskuraate huwe haan kyu nahi mai b...i naqab nikaala hi nahi.Maine : dhimi awaz ” abi ke liye wahi”Unhone sunn liya aur kaha ” kya kaha apne “?Maine : unhe divert karte hue pucha ‘ apki moch kaisi hy abhi,Unhone: abi bhi bohat zyada dard hy.Maine neeche bait ke unke paaon ku chuke kaha yaha ?Unhone : arre aap yeh kya kar rahe ho ? Chodiye plsMaine : dhime awaaz mei ” choudiye ”. "You blush prettily, gentle sir. Do not fear, I will not disparage youfor enjoying a novel about love. Love is a great thing, that should becherished in all its forms, is that not so?" she said with a gentlesmile on her lips."Yes, Milady, that is true." he said looking at her with longing."Ah, I see I have met a man who can appreciate the beauty of a gown."she said smiling again."That is the most beautiful gown I have ever seen, many bridal gownspale in comparison. It is not every day one sees. Gulati koi response nhi deta toh fir kafi der knock karna ke baad wo andar chali jati h qki undono ko apna part ke rehearsal karni thi aur ab unka part aana mea bahut jyada tym nhi bacha tha. Andar jata hie wo ye sb dekh kar shock hojati h aur zor se chilati h doctor ye sunta hie wo jhatka se uthta h aur anpa laand ko haato se chupana ke koshish karta h fir sarla puchti h ke ye aap set par kya kar rha tha. Doctor darr jata h aur sarla se maffi mangna lagta h lekin ye sb dekhna ke baad saara ke. On weekdays, this was probably the only time they got to be aslone with each other, although they would spend alternate Saturdays riding off into their sunsets - and it was during one of these rides that Bridgette became acutely aware of the fact that she was in love with her own father. Hence, the goodnight was a sort of a sacred ritual between father and daughter.Bridgette had, in her moment of poetic resignation, forgotten about her father's visit being due, and therefore was standing before.