Bahot hee khule vichaaro wali lag rahi thi. Mujhe bhi khushbu se baat karne me kaafi achha lagne laga. Living room me baith kar baaten karte karte mai...T.V. Bhi on karna bhul gaya tha.Maine baate jari rakhi, usne kaha ki wo khana taiyar karna chahti hai, kitchen me saamaan kaha kaha hai usse dikhao. Fir hum dono bate karte karte kitchen me chale gaye. Maine fir se khushbu ko puchha ki tumhe kya kya extra kaam aata hai, toh usne bina dare sidha jawaab diya ki “sir aap jis chij se khus ho jaoge. ‘ You call the doctor, you make one move to interfere and you’re dead.’ ‘I’ll ruin you’ I’ll ruin your spotless reputation and then you’ll never see me again’. ‘Is that what you want?’ Come on ! , IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT?’ she prodded. ‘No, Kel of course not, I want to help, I love you.’ ‘I can’t fucking stand this’…. ‘Interfere?, with what?’ I asked.‘Like I was trying to explain…..dear……I have come to the realization that I am a whore.’ ‘ Now, before you get on your fucking high horse. She also regretted pushing the blue-eyed Captain's hand away from her breast. Two things she was sure of – that she would not like the next phase of her life here, and that she had little or no control over how long she would be here.She opened her eyes when she heard a voice say, "Now I will tell you what you will do."Looking up she saw again the blue-eyed Captain in black uniform, who introduced himself as "Hauptsturmführer-SS Hans Schneier, at your service," and reached down, as she thought. I was forced by motherto bring necessary food items at local vendor. The shop owner’s son Sewalal who was in mid twenties used tolike me and sell items to me at reduced rates or even on credit basis. The same facility was not extended to my mother. He often kisses and hugs at any given opportunity at the shop. Somehow he made me to believe that he is going to marry me. The Sewalal always slept in the shop where his parents stayed at home at night. After few days he started to come to my home at.