Dusre hi din subah maa aman ke ghar jaane waali thi. Subh muje uthane aayi…Me to usse dekh kar dand reh gayaa..Maa ne black aur red desing vali sare... pehn rakhi thi aur blauz pichhe se itna chhota tha ki unki pith dikh rahi thi…Unke boobs tane huve the..Bilkul aaisha takiya ki tarah.Maa – ranveer me aman ke ghar ja rahi hu tum bhi chaloge mere sath me – nahi maa koi kahi nahi jayega muje nahi aana maa – nahi mene bola utna kar. Maa nahi maani aur me bhi ready ho gayaa hum dono ghar ke bahar. Hamara parivar hasi khusi se rah raha tha. Papa maa ek room me sote the me alag room me aur dadi aur behan ek room me sote the. Jo me batane jar aha hun is ki kalpana bhi kabi mere man me nahin aaye. Ek din sham ko maa aur Dimpi kitchen me khana bana rahe the. Dadi apne room me thi. Sham ka 8 baje ka time. Me jab kitchen me aaya to maa sabji bana rahi thi aur Dimpi roti bana rahi thi. Me kitchen me khana banne ka intjar karne laga 10 minute ke bad papa bhi kitchen me aaye aur Dimpi ko bolne. The light caught her hair, casting it into shades of bronze and red and black, the true color would be unknown. The grey walls and grey floor showed wear and tear, scratched paint and scuff marks along the floor. The girl was barefoot, and limp with limbs dangling onto the floor, not even cool in the heat. A lazy fan pushed the heavy air around, the scent of damp something permeating everything. He walked down the corridor in silence; the only sound was his beating heart pounding in his ears. “No. Now. Right now. I’m ready. Are you?” she whispered.Wordlessly, I tapped out the tobacco from my pipe, then took Kara’s hand and led her through the house and to my room. I shut the door and motioned for her to sit on the loveseat. She did, and I sat next to her.“I thought we should continue our conversation in private,” I said.“It’s too soon, isn’t it?” she asked, her countenance falling.“I think so. I’m worried about you, Kara. That conversation was probably the best one we’ve ever had,.