He had well shaped muscles and a nice looking chest. No wonder, his female patients stayed within his cabin for more time than necessary. But he is a ...hy man.I reached his house drenched in rain. I wore a pink saree and my bra- white in color and lacy in design could be seen through. When he opened the door, he was bare-chested and stared at me without letting me inside. “Saab.” I broke his gaze, “main geeli ho gayi hoon. Mujhe andar aane do.” [Saab, I’m wet. Let me inside.}He widened the door. "The jeans were hard to pull up my legs. There was a small zipper at thebottom of each leg that I had to loosen to get them to slide all the wayup. These were a lot like skinny jeans, but fit me more like my runningtights. The pockets were virtually useless. They were so small and tightthat their was no way I could keep anything in them. These may have beena new style, but they were a radical design compared to anything Iowned.The T-shirt was also unconventional. It was a very pale purple with. Ab jada bor nahi karta or bata raha hu jo mere sath hui h, yadi koi mistake ho jaye tho maaf karna. Aaj se 3 mahine pehle ki baat h mai apne dost ki dukaan mai baitha us se baat kar raha tha. Ki uski dukaan mai ek 25 saal ki bhabhi aayi unka naam aarti tha (badla hua naam) wo kapde kharidne aayi thi. Wo use kapde dikhane laga or majak bhi kar raha tha. Mai wahi baitha whats app pe message pad raha tha or has raha tha tabhi wo bhabhi meri taraf dekh kar boli ki hamari baat sun kar has rahe ho. “You know, they miss having us at home.”“Yeah. I miss seeing them every day. Things have been a little crazy with the travel and everything. I’ll see you all in a little while. ‘K?”“Be a good son, little brother. I love you.”I fired up the truck and drove the familiar route to our neighborhood. The new house was progressing. It looked almost like a normal house in the neighborhood. The siding had been installed before snow came and the crews could work inside on all the finishing things. When.