Bhabhi bhi wahi khadi thi aur mujhse boli tum tension mat lo hum tumhara khayal rakhenge maine kaha aap log chinta mat karo main bachcha nahi hu bhabh... boli woh toh dikhta hai aur ek ajeeb se hasi thi unke chere pe. Ab main bhabhi se khoob baat cheet karta tha jab woh terrace pe aati thi mera room wahi tha ghanto hum shaam mein baat kartey aur shyamji aur unke patni mujhe bachcha hi samjhte the toh unhe koi problem nahi thi ek din bhabhi mere rum mein aayi unhone daal baati banayi thi woh dene. He was not unaffected by the closeness as his cheek brushed her smooth hair. There was a light scent of coconut as the strands tickled his nostrils. He had bent lower still until they were almost cheek to cheek. He had felt her go absolutely still. They were not sure who had made the first move. Slowly they turned to each other, finding themselves nose to nose. Maxwell had wasted no time. He cupped her cheek and pulled her gently towards him. As his lips locked onto hers he heard her moan. Then I saw it, the Holy Grail, a Book that had been publishedafter my death. The 6th book in a 7 book series, I will let you figure out thebook I am talking about. I pulled it down from its place, and saw the marks of awell-read book. Megan had the whole series in hardback and Paperback on hershelf. I soon found myself curled up on a comfy chair and engrossed in theadventures of a certain Boy with a scar.A voice from the wall roused me from my text-induced stupor. "Megan, dinner isready, Mrs.. You don’t ‘need’ her, you need to fix her.’ And, although the answer came from his own head, he wondered again at the wisdom of the nineteen-year-old girl. ‘Maybe she really isn’t human?!’ ########## He met Tim at the restaurant door looking much more mature than he had last night. Dressed in a reasonable suit he looked presentable, even handsome. Yet Philip could not help but wonder if he had a tattoo, he seemed the type. ‘Hello, Philip,’ Tim said with a smile and a proffered hand, which.