Unhone apna towel gira diya aur apne body mai cream laga rhe the kyu ki thande ka mausam tha fir wo bra pehnne lage black colour ka aur unka hook nhe ...g rha tha to wo pooja ko awaj lagate hai ki jara room mai ana…But pooja ghr mai the he nhe to mai gate kholk andar chala gya chachi mujhe dekh k chok gye aue fat se apna towel utha k apne pure body ko chupana cah rhe the ….Itne mai chachi puchte hai tm yaha kya kr rhe hoMai – mai apko lene aya hu market jane k liye..Chachi- thk hai bahar baitho. A crowded Friday afternoon subway car, and my stop coming up. I'm trying to squeeze past you to get to the doors as you're zipping up your jacket, and you catch my hair and necklace in the zipper. We're stuck, tangled together by happenstance and fate, and I can't help but laugh at the consternation on your face. We're jostling the passengers around us, trying to free my hair and your clothing, drawing grumbles of complaint and annoyed looks, as the doors clatter closed and we're still stuck,. A soft clicking made her pause, terror gripping her. Her first thought was that in her gluttony, she hadn’t noticed one of the men returning. She expected rough hands to grip her, to inflict the pain that was a constant in her miserable life. She was confused when it didn’t happen. She turned in a circle, trying to find the source, but saw nothing. The clicking continued. Sometimes it seemed random, other times it seemed to follow a pattern. It never got louder, never got softer. Creeping. Haaaaaaaaaaa sugamaaga irunthathu, iruvarum ithazhil kangalai paarthu kondu kiss seiya aarambithom.Vickey ennai lip lock seithu sappa aarambithaan, mutham seithu konde mulaiyai kasaka aarambithaan.Iru mulaiyaiyum kasaka aarambithaan, pinbu kaiyai chuditharkul vittu mulaiyai pisaiya aarambithaan. En mulai kaambu viraithu irunthathu, ennal mudai thanga mudiyaamal iru kangalai irukamaaga mudi konden. Pinbu avan chudithaarai thuki mulaiyai bravin keezhe eduthu athai vaaiyil vaithu sappa.