He let her go as he shut the door behind them, locked it and pocketed the key. She was standing in front of him, trembling, trying to decide whether t... be scared or angry."What are you doing? Once this gets out you'll be bloody arrested! You can't just grab hold of princesses like that!"He stepped up to her and slapped her very hard across her face. She flew backwards a couple of feet and landed on her backside. She looked terrified, finally, at her predicament. There was no-one else in this. Surveying my surroundings the best I could, this wholebedroom is different it seems even more girly, if that could be possiblefrom where I lay. Even the festooned half round canape over the bed wasdifferent, a very girlish white satin floral drapes falling down eitherside to be pulled back and tied sweetly either side by two inch wide deeppink velvet bows. The soft pink satin drape behind the bed was overlaidin a bold white lace; the canape was festooned heavily in rich bold whitelace,. Dusre din gopi muje mili usne muje puchha. “sir koi policy hui?” Maine kaha “main kar to du muje kya milega?”Wo boli “sir aap ko main mera 50% commission dungi.”Maine kaha “chhodo wo baat muje jo chahiye tumhe saam ko bataunga m muje milna chaque leker main aa ajaunga ok 3 policy hai.”Wo boli thik haiSam ko maine usne muje phone kiya “sir main kaha milu apko ?”Maine use paas ke restaurant me bulaya.15 min me wo aa gayi. Humne coffee pite hue bate ki maine use 45000 ke chaque dikhaye wo muje. I enter it from the upper side — the square is not level, it is sloping towards the opposite side, where the town hall stands. This way, from where I come, I can survey it all, above the heads of the crowd that fills it.I have a good view at the stone tribune in front of the town hall, with the spiked statue of the Goddess on it, with all the implements of torture that await me, with the big gong, and with the torturer, dressed in his traditional hooded black garb, standing solemnly, looking.