I slipped one into my pouch and closed the case and began to search again. I found the loadstone in the saddle bag of one of the soldiers. I emptied t...e wagon as I thought and moved the crates one at a time down to the stream under the bridge. Since it was summer it was very shallow and slow.I dug a long trench in the middle of the stream and under the water and buried the crates. I moved the wagon and freed all the horses in an abandoned field and hid the bodies. I kept the loadstone as I. She is in her early 50’s and a bit chubby and small gloomy eyes and cute cheeks and chocolate. As just we two were there I initiated the talk and came to know that we live in the same floor. I had never seen her as my office are in odd hours but she has seen me many times. We talk and talk.We used to see each other at the jogging park daily. With time we grew close. I never had any bad feelings towards her and treat her as a mother figure. I began spending time in her apartment on weekends. We. ”Next day maine mom ko Shadab ke baare mein bataya. Usko kuch din ke liye apne ghar pe rakhna hai kyunki usko naya flat dhundne mein time lag raha hai. Mom pehle thoda naraz hui mujhse. Unhe pata tha ki woh achha ladka nahi hai. Woh padhayi se zyaada party mein dhyan deta.Par mere manane ke baad mom ne haan kar diya. Next day Shadab ghar pe aaya aur usko maine apne room mein rukwaya. Mom ke college se aate hi Shadab ne unko greet kiya.Shadab- Hi Shilpa mam, kaise ho aap?Shilpa- Shadab, main. I didn't see it then, but I should have. Control of this relationship had already begun shifting away from me.I arrived at her house (her parent's house) about twenty minutes early and leaped up onto the front porch. The front door has glass panels on the upper half of it. If you look through those panels, you can see the main hallway of the house straight ahead. There were several doors on the left side. There was an opening on the immediate right showing a living room. Beyond that was a.