Due to her quarrelsome nature, I don’t like spending much time with her. Instead, I spend most of my time drunk, even in office.I am not much into w...ore-fucking but one such slut caught my attention at the “Badnaam gali of the rajdhani” I.E. “Mali sahi” in the kharvel Nagar region of Bhubaneswar. Cutting short of the crap, Savita was a Bengali prostitute from sonagachhi, wb, who was there for quite some time at mali sahi. I had quite good relations with many of the vendor aunties there due to. " Why don't you do something useful and get me some water?" I pointed at the TV tray next to me with my empty plastic glass."Change your diaper too?" she shot back as she picked up my cup."Would you?" I retorted.She gave me a sneer and headed toward the kitchen."Could you put some ice in it?" I shouted.She looked back with a smirk but she didn't stop walking. She bumped into the corner of the wall and dropped the cup."You okay?" I asked sincerely."Yeah," she said and bent at the waist to pick. It was becoming an obsession, but one I held in my own mind, and in my own bedroom. I savored every sight and scent and touch of her, but I never let on that they meant more to me than they should.The afternoon when I found out the world was ending, I was at a coffee shop downtown on a lunch break. Like everyone in the place, the sudden breaking coverage of the President’s press conference stunned me. Some people rushed out, others made hurried, frantic phone calls. Some cried. Others just. “I’m here,” she announced listlessly “I got your message. Whaddaya want?”The tone of her voice made clear that she knew I’d found out about her plagiarism. I got out of the car, the opening door forcing her to back up against the wall. I leaned in close, plucking the cigarette from her lips and throwing it to the ground.“Put that out,” I told her strictly, pointing to the butt as I climbed the stairs, my long raincoat sweeping behind me, and keyed the main door open “and come with me.” She.