She felt a tingle in her nipples, and watched as they hardened slightly. She fingered one of her nipples between her finger and thumb and squeezed lig...tly. She felt her nipple harden and a drop of milk appeared, she touched it with her fingertip and dreamily put her finger to her mouth.She rushed then to put the bra on, and her blouse, and finally combed her silky hair, touched her cheeks with makeup and a dusting of rouge, and put lipstick on.Standing back from the mirror she was pleased with. She said her husband wasn’t good with her and treated her badly, mainly because of the differences in the thinking process of the two cultures they came from. His anger overcame his love for her. That’s the reason she dwelled in the online world.I got attached to her and the talks became more frequent. I enjoyed her whenever she found time. And one day, she suddenly asked me if I am scared to meet her. I said yes and she replied that she had been living alone. I couldn’t resist but my shy. ) I apologized.“Nahi, aisa mat bolo. Jo kuch bhi hua maine apni marzi se kiya aur mujhe woh bohut accha laga. Main chahti hu ki ye aise hi chalta rehe hamesha hamesha ke liye, par….” (No! Don’t say that. Whatever happened I did it with my will and I like it so much. I want it further and forever, but…) she replied.“Par kya?” (But what?) I asked.“Mera ek pati hai, aur unke piche se ye sab karna galat hai. Mujhe aap ke sath wakt bitana bohut accha lagta hai, Kyuki aap mujhe waise treat karte ho. When we arrived at the front gate, the attendant confirmed who we were and let us through and was met up with a golf cart who lead us to the gravel road that lead us to the chapel. No one else was there except our wedding planner and her staff making sure that everything was perfect.I walked in and was kind of blown away. The building was still the same, but the bushes have been cut back along the path from the bus drop off to the chapel. More flowers had been planted and were all blooming.