They were quiet a lot of the time, they didn’t know what was allowed. One rule he had was no TV in their bedrooms. He didn’t think they should hid... away. The dining room was often awash with books as six girls studied for their subjects. Occasionally one would look up and say something like “The 1812 Overture was written in 1812 wasn’t it?”“No,” he’d shout from the other room “1882”Or “When did Apple sell their music business to the Beatles then”“What? You aren’t serious? Apple – the record. "Sara laughed. It didn't give me confidence. "Why don't you start lower down the girl chain?" If you're not going to be of any help why... ?"She interrupted. "I didn't know you were going to start so high." Never mind." I turned to leave."What about Mallory what's-her-name? She's more your type."My sister might be right about Mallory but I wanted a hot sexy girl not a smart awkward girl. I had the ability to turn invisible! I shouldn't have to settle for a girl like Mallory. No guy could. ‘Career, before everything’ he used to say.Broken, she turned to face the mirror. Her own reflection reminded her of her failure. Her greatest fear came true. She would now be left all alone. The guy she loved like hell would be no more to console her. She’d have no one to share her joys and sorrows with. Tears rolled down her cheeks.Mayank heard her soft crying. He turned to the mirror. Staring at the mirror he realized that Riya looked like a princess. Strangled in his own thoughts, he had. Ever." He hung his head, hearing finality in my voice."You've made up you're mind. I realize it, and I'm sorry." he said solemnly. "I know I messed up, too much to let go. But I had to try."I sighed and placed a hand on his leg, against my better judgment. I could see that in his eyes that he was truly sorry, but that didn't matter. He had been sorry all the time."I'm sorry. You were a loving wife, but a horrible husband."***She was in the mood, and who was I not to give her what she wanted? We.