She then demanded that the place was re-painted with colours as they saw. Mr. Brasher who had also come in coughed. They looked at him. ‘I don’t ...elieve these are the original colours. It had been changed at some time.’ George looked exasperated and a little testily asked Mr. Brasher. ‘You seem to be well-informed. Can you tell me what colours they used?’ Mr. Brasher again delved into his bag. ‘All woodwork was painted Brown and the walls a dull cream.’ He was flicking through papers as he. Baat aaj se kareeb 7 ya 8 saal pahle ki hai,mere ghar me mai mere 2 chhote bhai or meri mummy rehte the, mere pita g army me hone ki wajah se bahar hi rehate the saal me ek aadh mahina hi ghar par rehate the. Mai 12th me tha us waqt meri age koi 18 ya 19 saal ki hogi, meri mummy ki tabiya achanak kharaab ho gayi or hamari koi bahan ya kisi or aurat k ghar me na hone k karan ham kaafi pareshan tha. Tab ek din meri mummy ne muje mere mama g ki ladki ko lekar aane k liye bola, to maine mami g ko. "No."His cupped hands plunged into the spring, scattering the damnable reflection from its surface, rippling the weeds extending near the other embankment.A long time passed, the sound of light splashing besides him mingling with sounds of the night, as they both rubbed the blood from their hands in the icy water. Upon its inky surface his reddened blood swirled, pooling from his reopening wounds. Though the pain was something that could not reach him, numbed as his senses were from the. Bas kya tha mai uske upar sawar ho gaya Aue laga uski choot pelne woh dard se bilbila uthi par maine usse chhora nahi aur 15 minute uski choot pe dana dan lund pelta raha aur woh jhar gayi par mere lund shaant nahi hua, meri nazar kai dino se uski matwaali gaand pe thi. Maine use palat diya aur uski gaand chaatne laga woh maare sharam ke mari ja rahi thi, fir main uski gaand pe ungli ki to woh ahhh karke chillai aur boli plz yaha mat karo dard hota hai, maine kaha ghabra mat mere gaand rani.