Papa: dosti main sab thik hota hai mam aor apne chahne wale ko nirash nahi karte.Aunty: nahi master ji main vapis room main chali jati hun agar aap yu...pareshan karoge toPapa: oh oh mam main pareshan kahan kar raha hun ye to aap rojana karte hi ho aor dost ko khus karna to aapka bi dharm hai na.Aunty: lekin master ji gair mard ke sath ye sab thik nahi hotaPapa: mam main gair kahan hun main to aapka school teacher dost hunAunty: oh oh shayad rajesh aa geya aor main uske kamre main hi soungi varna. There was something about the writing, something he had seen before. But he couldn't quite latch on to it. The M was stylized, swirling curves, the tail curling around and under. It looked almost feminine to him. Maybe their M might have problems with women, but he seemed to be very in touch with his own feminine side. So, women, the most girly that he could remember, very precise. Very flamboyant, ruffles and curls. He was on the wrong track but he was close, he could feel it.The writing. After placing the pen down, I moved towards the elevator. I got onto itwith a crowd of familiar faces that should no hint that they couldrecognize mine any longer.I exited the elevator and made my way to the door to the lowest officesof the three floors that the company took up. It was where humanresources office was headquartered, as well as all the lowest rankingexecutives.The receptionist whose name I never bothered to learn looked up at mewhile I entered the office I had rarely found. I've had more experience in hiding my feelings." He leaned across the table and kissed her gently. "But now I know that I'll never be able to hide them from you. And I don't even want to try." Greg sipped his coffee and patted her hand. "Don't worry, my love. Don't worry about anything. We'll work things out. We have to. It's our fate. Our destiny."Megan sat for a moment looking into her coffee cup. She raised her gaze, looked in his eyes and said, "Greg, I have to tell you something important..