I went into the bedroom and put on my dress. It was a ruffled silk crepe dress in the color of blue. It was also sleeveless and in a long length, just...to the ankles. A strappy silver evening sandal completed the look. I walked over to the full-length mirror. I turned to my side to check out my backside and am satisfied. The dress made my golden blonde hair and blue eyes stand out. I walked into the living room and grabbed my evening bag. My friend will be here any minute now. Am I forgetting. Mai unhe dekhta he raha gaya.Unhone mujhe halki se thappat mari aur ander bulaya.Uhone ne tab blue colour ki saree pehen rakhi thi.Aur kuch to addition tha jo meri pakad mai nahi aapa raha tha. Hum aam 4 months baad mil rahe the isliye mujhse raha nahi ja raha tha but maine apne aap pai control kiya aur ander charla gaya.Darwaja band hote he mai unse lipat gaya, unhone ne bhi mujhe gale se laga ke mere lip pai apne lips rakh diye aur hum ek dusre se aai se lipat gaye ki hum dono ke bich se hawa. My mother designed the garments, and my father ran the shop. I could sew before I could walk, and I inherited my mother's knack for designing "intimate apparel". Half a dozen women sewed the attire. Although my father was good man to work for, he ran the shop very strictly. For that reason, I did not realize that my father was very submissive to my mother until I was in my late teens. Since I grew up in our shop I was certainly not naive to the differences between men and women, and what went. “Harry. I-i’m dizzy,” Louis says with feet trembling. I pick him up. “Louis, i’m taking you to your car, okay?” I say feeling bad for him. “Okay,” is all Louis says. Zayn got up. Then he just run off. Why? Why did I let him get away?! And hurt Louis?! He’ll just get it tomorrow….. I put Louis into the passenger side of the car. Then I open the back doors looking for a towel. Found one, a blue one. “Here Louis,” I say as I hand him the towel. “T-thank you, Harry. Thanks-s for saving me,” Louis.