I leaned forward and he started whispering: Your aunt wanted a daughter…….but it turned out to be a son……now that you are here in our house…...��she wants to look after you as her own daughter…….even I feel the same way…….she totally forgot about our son Sanjay ever since you come here…….She is always saying Haarika….haarika……Haarika…..and she is already feeling sad that you will leave us after college and we won’t see you after marriage……So please please…….listen to what she says and don’t say no. If Miss Cindy wasn't here, I'd make you pay for this."You don't know what that cross is that she's on do you? Well, take a look at what happens to those mounted on the cross."Cindy pressed another button and the plasma screens went back to individual monitors. Each screen showed a woman on an X. Each woman was in a different point of torture. Each video's sound competed with the other to be heard. Each of the women were screaming, crying or begging to be released or quickly killed. The sound of. To her the world is an opportunity waiting to be grasped, and she is always ready to reach out and grab it. That?s what brought her here, on this lonely road, straight in the middle of nowhere. She turns down the radio, thinking she heard something else. Her ears listen closely, hearing a strange sound omitting from the engine. Great, alone in the middle of nowhere and you decide to break down, she thinks. The jeep comes to a slow stop, and for some reason her fist banging on the steering wheel. Who knows? It may be true.’‘Yes, I have wanted to ask the nurses here to try me, but I am too shy.’‘But not every woman has breast milk all the time Rahul, a woman has to be breastfeeding a baby to have breast milk.’As the talk continued, Riya felt a tingling in her breasts and the familiar wetness of drops of milk forming from her nipples. She hoped her bra was soaking them up and not making her blouse damp.Eventually, Rahul shyly asked her, ‘Are you feeding your baby still Auntie?’She.