“Mother, mother,” he had pestered her when he was still tagging along at her heels. “How will I kill the dragon?”“Well,” she had said, “...ou will be clever and surprise it.”“But how will I kill it?”“Well, perhaps you will stab it?” The young Steven considered this for a moment. To stab the creature, he would need to have a knife, and those were strictly forbidden.“But I’m too little to have a knife. You said,” he complained. “How can I kill it without a knife?”“Well, you aren’t too little to hit. Mine’s with my clothes.” Sunday handed me her phone and I headed up to the garage. My keys and shoes were by the door. I took off, not even thinking about the fact that I had no money and no ID.I started driving aimlessly. I ended up over by the SCU campus. I was only over here a couple times a week lately to run with Coach Fredrickson or to use the sports therapy room. I did most of my training at the club. Not that I’d been doing much since Opens. There hadn’t been time. I wasn’t getting. The weekend came to an end and we bid each other goodbye. But this paved a way for a long distance relationship between us. We flew to each other’s cities almost every weekend just to satisfy our lust. We thought we were in a relationship but it never worked out.This continued for almost 8 months and we eventually ended on a bitter note. Things have changed and we had hardly kept in touch. Out of the blue, I got a message that she will be in Bangalore. It was a funny feeling as we both were. ” Anghal led her into the bedroom, and pushed her down on the bed. “Wait! Not like this!” “Are you trying to escape?” “No, Anghal. But I want something better than this.” “I don’t care what you want!” “But I want to please you, Anghal. I want to be good to you, so that you will be kind to me. I’ve brought a bottle of jasmin oil to put over your skin. Won’t you let me show you that I can be good to you?” “Jasmin oil? Show it to me!” With trembling hands, Kakoli took a small, beautiful flask out.