Then I came back to my room as I don’t want to stop the family talk.At night on dining table Akshay told me he is leaving after 3 days and I have to...take care of his sister. I said don’t worry, it’s my duty. The day came and we are at station to see off Akshay. It’s also the day of start a new chapter in my life though I came to know this later. While returning back home Ramya was speechless. I said “sister I know it’s hard for you. She said only yes and I saw 1 tear rolling down from her eyes.. The first few days during my stay I had to seriously resist the urge of painting floor plans and sticking them to random walls, and of building myself a pillow fort because my bedroom’s ceiling was just too high up for my comfort. Too much echo. Too much air above me.I got lost no less than three times. In my defense, it was dark each time. Sleepily lurching through the corridors in my sleep socks and washed-out T-shirt, I was searching for the bathroom in the middle of the night.Stumbling. "The voice wails, "I am gone."He remembers Steve's burial, the afternoon after his, Steve's plot was on the other side of the cemetery, as far away from his as you could get. Steve lay back under the bridge, indifferent, sleeping. That funeral'd been so different. Steve's folks'd wept and clung to each other. Steve's younger brother and sister'd hugged his parents and his aunts and uncles. It looked like half the high school was there. Everyone hugged and wept. They threw flowers and shit onto. The stories on this site are very good so I feel like submitting my real story which happened to me 2 years back it is a story of mine with my bhabi.I am very excited to narrate u this true incident let me tell you about my bhabi her name is Rashmi woh dikhne mein bahut hi sunder hai uski age hai 32 uski personality ki sabse khaas baat hai uska gora rang rashmi ek bacche ki maa hai per phir bhi 18 saal ki koi kachi kali si dikhti hai .Ab main story par ata hun Rashmi bhabi aur mere bhaiya.