.’ she again stretched on the bed and turned over on her stomach resting her head on her arms, ‘he really knows how to treat a woman.’ Wendy was...smiling to herself with her eyes closed, in almost a dreamy-like state. I noticed that Wendy’s lipstick was very smudged–must have been from the drinks. ‘Well, I know how to treat a woman too, ya know,’ I said as I tried to show my bravado that, on this night, seemed to pale in comparison to Michael’s. Wendy opened her eyes and looked over to me. With. Mere dimag main to jaise ghantia bajne lagi. Wo raat to jaise mujhse kat hi nahi rahi thi. Akhir subah hui aur maine college skip kar diya, phir mauka aaye ya naa aaye. Ghari main 1 baje chuke the aur main is bhari dopher main uska intezar kar raha tha. Itni garmi main uska intezar karna aur ghari itne dheere chal rahi thi jaise kharab ho gayi ho.Phir laghbhag ek ghante ke intezar ke baad laga koi aa raha hai, dekha to darwaje pe wo khadi thi. Main daur ke gaya aur darwaza band kar usko andar. Then what? His mind reeled and his heart ached. Was this love or just madness? He feared it was both. —————————– Morning again, the train, her. Once again that smile, but this time it seemed to linger, it was more than just a good morning smile, wasn’t it? He couldn’t do this everyday, not knowing. He had to make that move. He could find an excuse to be on that train, next to her. He decided, tomorrow he would make that move. What had he to lose, apart from everything. He could hardly sleep. Katt led me to her room. A large angora cat was sleeping on her bed and there were three cat posters on her walls.“I think I see where the nickname comes from, Katt. I always thought it was spelled K-A-T, not K-A-T-T, because your name is Katrina.”“It’s both, really. I love cats and my name is Katrina. When I was little, dad called me «kisse» (pussycat) and when I got older and got my first kitten, the nickname changed to ‘Cat’.”I sat in a comfortable chair she had in the corner. Katt turned on.