This has to be the last time, okay?" Shehugged me as I swore I would never do it again. I believed it at thatpoint.My period of "internal exile" began...that day. I became a prisoner in myown house, of my own body and mind. When I started school I did littleelse but watch the little girls and long to be one of them. Theirdresses fascinated me. Their red and white and yellow tights fascinatedme. Their voices, and habits, and mannerisms - everything they did orwore or talked about seemed wonderful. Your voice is rough, the gravel edge sending shivers down my spine. I swallow involuntarily, trying to work enough saliva into my suddenly dry mouth to respond. “But... we agreed.” My words sound like a lie, as I drop my purse and my hands come up to your chest, crushing the lapels of your beautiful suit. “I know!” The response is explosive, and my body aches to feel you pressed against it. You take several harsh breaths, then continue, “I know, but I can't let you go. Come up to my room.. .Usne kaha nhi sach me aap kafi acha dance krte ho..Fir humari baate shuru hui..And uske naam ritika(changed name) tha..Ritika-aap kahan se hoMe-me yahin chandigarh se hi hun..And aap?Ritika-me punjab se hun..Aap kya krte ho?Me- I m doing a private job..And aap?Ritika-im a b.Com student aur aap yahan kiski taraf se aaye ho..Me-ladke walon ki taraf se..Ritika-aacha aapse ek baat puchu aap bura toh ni manoge..Maine kahan nahi pucho..Ritika-aapki gf h..Me-nahi..Ritika-kyun jhut bol rhe ho..Sach. That is largely because the Emir tends to bail out businesses which are not doing well, either by pushing trade their way, or by merging them with better run companies." But I have seen many sales of this kind advertised in the newspapers?" she challenged."Those were for one of two reasons," came the explanation, "Either someone had died and his heirs were selling things they didn't want, or the former owner had committed some crime and the Emir had ordered that he be exiled and his effects be.