.Ladki – hello dear, shruti , 21/F/Mumbai. (uska naam shruti tha, age- 21, female, aur Mumbai ki rehne wali thi )Jaise-jaise main usse baat age bada...a gaya to mughe pata chala wo koi nayee hai usse chatting karni nahi aati thi. Khair main usse chatting karta raha usne mughe apne bare me bataya maine bhi usse apne bare me bataya. Wo mughe acchi lagi, Main – what u do ?Ladki – collegeMain – u have b/fLadki – no, I don’t have any b/f.Main – why, u don’t have any b/fLadki – simplyMain- ok Phir to. She settles everything with money. She wears the name brand clothes. Drapes herself in gold and diamonds. Gets a massage every night after work. She even had work done on her face. She’s five years my senior but you’d guess she was only in her mid-thirties. “What do you think, James?” I stop picking at the eggplant on the glass tabletop in front of me. James. That’s what she calls me whenever her son is here. Because it’s easier for him and his little white girlfriend to recognize who she is. That too was something Omar suddenly noted that he had missed up to a moment ago. The man stood tall and confident like a soldier or a nobleman; not like the common vagabond beseeching alms that Omar had perceived the man to be. Realizing this forced Omar to stare into the eyes of the man before him. A second later he started with surprise."Who are you?" Omar asked tentatively, his voice trembling with excitement."Calm yourself Omar, my faithful servant," Pedro told him in a low voice, still. My folks were away that week, so there wasn't anything I was supposed to be doing, so maybe this would prove to be fun. She told me to come by tomorrow. I showed up at Carol's house around 10am, wearing a t-shirt, shorts and sneakers. She greeted me in front of the house, near the front door where she was working on her flowerbeds. She was wearing white Capri pants, a blue work shirt and a large, floppy straw hat. Her light brown hair was cut above her shoulder and it poked out from under the.