I used to go to the office in the office cab. One day a good looking lady of age 33 with huge assets boarded our cab. Her name is Swetha and I was sit...ing beside her. As it used to take at least 90 minutes to reach the office, I always try to take nap to avoid unwilling conversations. It became a daily routine for us to go to the office in the same cab as the cab members were fixed and I started talking to her.I was a pretty decent fellow as per Swetha’s perception. Yes, of course, I’m such a. To be honest with herself, she had to admit that her biggest reason for jealousy would be a fear of some other girl interesting him more than her. She had already lost his attention to the bottle, but losing him to another woman would be a serious heartache too. What if he wanted to divorce her and marry some other lady? It was true that common sense would suggest that a man probably wouldn't leave a wife who would share him, but paranoia reigned at times."Well, that's one that I can't honestly. .." No, little one, it's not you, I mean, you didn't do anything wrong." I looked at her and kissed her again, "I just now understood something, that's all. It's like you ... she ... I had her trapped, trying to hold on to her, and you just helped me let go, and now she can be at peace, too. I just needed to realize that love is forever, but sometimes it means letting go, too, and that I was hanging on to a dream that I should have wakened from a long time ago. And somehow I understand she knew. The bathroom had a warm glow, lit by candles aswell making the shower seem almost surreal, like something out of a fantasy romance novel. In the shower he helped rinse her off, before using a hair oil to massage her head and washing her hair at the same time. The scent of the oil filled her lungs, adding further to the relaxing intoxicating atmosphere. He rinsed her hair before lathering her up with shower wash. She stepped out of the water but stayed warm with the steam around her as his.