“Pl … please … M … Mary …” her words were quiet, weak as Mary leaned in closer.“What is it chil’?” she asked.“Get … a … a … ... mess … age. To. Him. Pl … please M … Mary.”The house slave nodded in a barely discernible manner, not wanting anyone to realise they were actually speaking.“T … tell him to … go … Kentucky … like … w … we said … M … Mary.”“I will Mistress,” Mary spoke in whisper tears filling her eyes.“And. Tell. Him I … I am sorry.” Each word was tough going for poor Catherine, whose. Pitaji,maa aur chacha tino hi apne apne tarike se phone pe ghuma fira ke tassali kar chuke the ki mein aur bimla alag alag aur duri banaye hue hi hai, din mein bimla se jyada baat nahi karta aur usko jyada pass bhi nahi fatakne deta tha, ye shikayat bhi wo maa ko kar chuki thi, jo ki mere liye positive sign tha.Maa , pitaji ne pahle hi bataya tha ki tino biwiyon ko pahle hi din se kaabu mein rakhna, daant dapat ke thoda dar bhay bhi rakhna. Meine hi chupke se maa ke pass jhuti shikayat karke. I don’t know if she expected me to be all smilesand bouncing-off-the-walls-playful with her when I cameback but I was hardly cheerful. I tried to be, but itwas hard. I couldn’t mask the pain as much as I wantedto, so I figured if I couldn’t mask the pain fully, Iwouldn’t bother trying at all.Shy as she was, Katie couldn’t bear to confront meabout it. She would walk past my door sometimes andpeek in at me, but timidly keep walking withoututtering a word. Or. "Work." I replied shortly, not taking my head out of my hands."I see."I felt his hands on my wrists again, trying to pull them from my face. I let him. He was knelt down in front of me, his face inches from mine. I didn't want to look at him, but he tilted my chin up with his hand."You're beautiful," he whispered. I was already his by now. There was nothing I could do as he leaned in to kiss me. Except kiss back. Which I did, as if it was the last kiss I'd ever get. He grabbed the back of my.