Bhai ke pariwar ka parichay niman likhit hai.Bada bhai ismail jo ki dubala patala tb ke marij jaisa tha aur ek kharkhane me majduri ka kaam karta tha ...ski umar karib 33 saal ki thi. Wo ek number ka sarabi tha. Eksar wo desi sarab pee kar nashe me rahata tha wo jab bhi ghar par hota to sarab pee kar aagan me khatiya daal kar dhut pada rahata tha use khane ka bhi hosh nahin hota tha unki koi bhi aulad nahin thi. Uski saadi ko 8 saal hogaye the. Ismail ki biwi jubeda jo ki karib 28 saal ki thi. First, before I let you off this table, I needto let you know what will happen if you try to run. You will be found.There is a GPS chip implanted deep inside of you, and I will not tell youwhere it is. I still don't know where mine is." "These guys are serious. They have been doing this a long time, and havenever lost a girl. You can't tell anyone what happened, because no onewill believe you. If you reveal details about your former life, you willbe suspected in the disappearance of your former. ”Since then Prashant was in depression. Every now and then he used to go crazy and say, “I don’t mind dying if it is the only way to be with my Pari.” I have to then calm him down. At times I felt guilty to invite my lovers over to our apartment for sex.So instead we used to do a quicky in the elevator, or staircase, or the basement parking lot. Now, that option too is gone. With this virus spreading in Mumbai, there is nowhere to go. I am alone in this one big apartment with my sexless. And Im not even near him yet! I yank the comb roughly through my hair again, sharp, jagged strokes which rip out a few strands. Furious at myself, and at him and at this stupid comb I slam it against the stone dresser, breaking off a tooth. The sharp shard flies at my face and I duck just in time to avoid losing an eye. Sitting up again only when I hear the shard clatter harmlessly on the floor, I examine the damaged comb. The mysterious material of which the comb is made still bugs me and.