The mantle piece was full of ornaments and photos which didn’t cover an enormous wall mounted mirror, it’s glazing tarnished at some edges. A very...worn leather armchair was beside the hearth rail, a small table laden with a rum bottle and empty glass, part eaten packet of chocolate biscuits, an ornately carved empty Meerschaum pipe on a clean ashtray and no sign of being used. A 30” TV dominated the room from it’s corner. The window cill, the bulky oak sideboard, a set of shelves, part of the. She looked at me with a confused look. “That’s how much opening the lens has. it is like a human eye’s iris.”. She was still confused, so I just offered to click it myself.I set it to the right exposure and clicked a couple of pictures that she liked. She smiled at me and said “thank you” and then just looked at me waiting for me to complete the sentence. I offered my hand for a shake and introduced myself. she smiled further and said “nice to meet you (let’s say) Veer, as you can see, I’m just. He knew that I had placed great trust in him and his men to accomplish that critical task. And he knew that he had failed.I closed my eyes and breathed. In. Out. In. Out. It was all I could do not to unsheathe my sword and cut Ulf down where he stood. This was not the first time Ulf or his men had screwed up. But it would definitely be the last.“When did you last speak with him?” I asked.“Before noon, ma-ma-ma- my Lord, when I went around with you,” he stammered.“So you mean to tell me. The house owner is a Kshatriya caste man with still muscles all over his body. He is a little more than 5.2 feet only. He always keeps his face fully shaven. He has still a lot potentiality in his body.Since his wife is impotent there had been no children born to him.He always sleeps alone in his room over a steel cot and as just he enters his sleep his penis stands erect. Once the school teacher reached home late and while entering the house she peeped into the window where the house-owner is.