By the look on her face she was as nervous as I was. Neither of us had ever met someone from online conversations. As she walked towards me my heart...stopped, her beauty taking my breath, her body carved by the Gods….a walking Greek statue. I try to calm myself, taking deep breaths as she approaches. As we stand before one another, staring silently, we speak. Yet these are not words heard by any but us, our souls communicating through a shared thread of existence. I reach to touch her face,. "What are you talking about? I have to go home. I'm late, something is wrong. I need to see my parents. Whatever it is, they will fix it." I babbled on, rushing through the wet night grass in my bare feet. "I have to go home. I have to go home."He started after me. Then a sad smile crossed his face and he stopped. "I will be waiting nearby love. You will see."I reached the end of the hostel where we lived and pounded on the door. My father opened the door and I stepped in, prepared to throw my. I said we could probably help. We agreed to meet. I suggested a restaurant in the West End; she came up with an alternative, "The Rose By The River Hotel." I hadn't heard of it but then I'm like a lot of taxi drivers — I hardly ever go south of the river.When I got there, I realised I'd been missing something. It billed itself as a boutique hotel. Not far from Tate Modern and the Globe Theatre, it was a short walk from Borough Market and the City itself.I got to the sixth floor and the. Lekin kuchh hi pal chachi ek angrai lete huye jagi or mera hath ek jhatke me apne chut se nikal diya meri gand hi fat gayi mano mera lund dhila pane laga dar k mare lekin himat karke mai unhi k pas khara raha maine dekha o kuchh bol nahi rahi to mai samajh gaya ki aaj kaam ban jayega or meri pyas aaj bujh jayegi mujhe lagta h ki o v man me soch rahi thi aaj mera v pyas bujh jayega kyoki kai mahino se unaki chudai nahi huyi thi mai himmat karke unko apni baho me pakad liya o sarmane lagi or.