So, did Richa bhabhi’s area. One night, the robbers robbed Richa bhabhi’s neighborhood, and all the bungalows were surrounded. The robber was mean... to be in one of the houses. So, the cops surrounded the whole area.No one was allowed to go out of the house, and no one was allowed inside the area. Richa bhabhi was alone at her house as her husband was about to arrive from work. She knew the situation outside, and she was scared. She locked the windows and doors of the house.After a while, there. ‘Was it that bad?’ ‘No,’ I replied. ‘Actually, I enjoyed it, quite a bit. I guess I just didn’t want you to think that I was taking advantage of you, being drunk. It also just felt kind of strange.’ ‘Strange, how?’ she asked. I took a bite, trying to figure out how to put my thoughts into words. ‘I really can’t explain it,’ I told her. ‘After all these years of knowing you, having you in my arms like that, knowing that you were my best friend’s wife…’ ‘The key word there is ‘were’,’ she told. She went in the opposite direction to me.I couldn’t resist thinking of her whole night.Then the next day I hoped my luck and left my collage at the same time,luckily she got up in the same bus again.Yes,sadly this didn’t happen for the third time.What I did from next day I went to the stop where she stood and I took a bus with her. This happened for the next few days.One day I got a seat beside her,suddenly her phone fell down and I helped her to pick that up,she mentioned thanks for that.. Her body rocked to and fro as she slowly calmed herself down and came to a halt. Breathing heavily, she studied the room and the bed.This was different, she realised.The bed was damp but not wet. She felt the bedclothes between her legs and the sheets were relatively dry. The duvet hadn’t made it off the bed. She tried desperately to remember what had happened but all she could remember was that she looked into a mirror. She could see herself in the mirror but nothing else. In fact, there was.