I almost didn’t recognize the girl in the mirror. She looked sophisticated, chic, urbane. I struck a pose and Mom walked around me, appraising her w...rk.“You look beautiful, cherie,” she said. “Like a princess.”“Thank you, Mom,” I said hugging her.We went down and sat in the living room to wait for the limousine that would take me to Brett’s house where the pre-prom photo shoot had been set up. I kept looking at the clock nervously. The promised pickup time came and went. Five minutes, ten. This is Ravi. I received a great response and love from all you readers for my first ever story on ISS ‘Meri Pyari Pummy Didi – Part l’. Many of you ranked that story as the best ever on ISS. Thanks for all your love. Those who had not read my first story can read now on the above link.Before reading this story I request you all to please read the above story. The above story is one of the best on ISS. If you readers want to enjoy this story to its fullest, please read its first part as. Moving your hand in front of your face brings about the only shreds of color upon an otherwise empty, colorless world.Your feet somehow find purchase on solid ground, even though the ground itself is just as blank and empty as the rest of the world around you. After a few carefully measured steps, you come to the conclusion that the "ground" beneath you is not likely to give out on you and you begin moving forward. You feel no special significance for the direction you took, but for now it is. Mak prowled about the stone floor uneasily. Something about the room just wasn't right, but for what seemed like ages he couldn't pin down what it was.He finally stood perfectly still in the center of the room, straining his senses to the utmost, until; "Aha! That's it!"He moved slowly across the room toward a blank wall, sniffing at the air, looking intently for the source of a faint, tantalizing odor of dampness and mold that didn't fit with the dusty dryness of the room. He could see nothing.