"You are so stupid!" he yelled at her."You may not be so smart yourself."She said it without emotion, just going through the ritual. Don't fight back;...he goes on forever. Fight back too much; he gets explosive, not physically abusive but headache loud. They're relationship had become a game of trying to fight just enough. Though on this occasion she was exhausted and aimed to push him swiftly to leaving; an ambitious goal. He could fight all night. He didn't seem to hate it that way she did.. In my "old" life, I was writing as a hobby, thanks to the high school typing class I had taken and the wonders of the word processor. I had found a couple of volunteer editors who were very good and I could see my writing was improving as time went on. Now, I had a chance to go back and see what my knowledge would produce in a formal class environment. I could also practice in my letters to Diane.I had purchased a used manual typewriter the summer before starting my freshman year which I kept. I’m a normal-looking boy, with an average size of tool which can satisfy anyone easily.I’m from Marathi medium, but I’m posting this story in English. So forgive me if there is any grammatical mistake. Now coming back to the story, this story is between a bhabhi and devar. The heroine of the story is Isha, my bhabhi, (in Marathi, we call bhabhi as Vahini) now becomes my wife.She was married to my brother (both doing jobs) 3 years ago. She was a normal looking girl at the time of marriage, but. I can feel from inside that she love me, and as time passes our relationship becomes stronger and we both starts caring for each other, share our life, spend lots of time together and also exchanges flying kisses when we are in our balconies it feels great when someone cares for you, I’m very happy with my life after some days when she visit my place there is no one in the house, she came in I told her that no one is in the house.She said ohhh very good and smiled at me and I said in funny tone.