Woh mere muh ke uper baithi thi. Main sas bhi nahi le paa raha tha. Uske juices mere muh mein ja rahe the. Aur main uske juices ko pi raha tha. Woh bo... rahi thi, “Chat mere paltu kutte, meri chut chat.”Phir usne mere muh thuka aur phirse chutko muh par rakh diya aur phir bolne lagi, “Ab tujhe mera mut pine milega.” Phir usne chut ke hole ko mere muh par rakh diya aur bolne lagi, “Ek bhi bund waste kiya mere mut ka toh tujhe punishment milegi.”Aur phir woh mutne lagi main uska sara mut pi. In fact, I loved what I was seeing. These were real people. I didn’t know if they were potential clients or if Clarice had lined them up as models. She wanted me to paint people other than Melody, Lissa, and Kate. I got lost in the drawing. A family. I couldn’t wait to transfer what I was drawing to a canvas. Cultures and races were lost in the simple and universal picture of a family. As I sketched, I memorized. The softened line of his jaw beneath a little extra weight and slightly puffy eyes. She made sure that I feel comfortable at home. We would often talk with each other and discuss how our day went.I would tell her about our college days in Delhi. She would even take me to different places in Mumbai for a visit. Some how I had started liking spending time with her but not in a wrong way. She used to wear modern clothes like top and denim aur even saree sometimes.One day we were sitting at home and were sipping on tea and started to have conversation.Shalini- So Raj, tell me how. Her door was right across the hall from mine. I just turned up my head phones louder to help block out any noise that reminded of the fact she was that close. I slept fitfully that night. The next morning I got up early, dressed and grabbed the suit I was going to wear and headed out. Don was already up and in the kitchen and I told him I was going to make sure mom didn’t need anything at the last minute. Don asked if I wanted breakfast and I told him I would grab something on my way. What I.