Her cell phone was buzzing with vibration on the table beside the bed. It must be Sayani from her office. She has been calling so many times.“Don’...t they realize that I won’t be going back to work?” Preeti was thinking about sending the resignation letter to the H.R. It has been weeks since she last checked her Facebook and Twitter accounts, which she couldn’t live without before. No WhatsApp, no messages, no Gmail, no calls.She lives in the massive 3 BHK apartment in Golf Green (a posh. The thought brought a warm feeling to her heart. They had never been close, her father and she, and like all bad things in life, the accident had spawned a turnaround in their relationship. The young girl blushed as she remembered how her father made her feel... special. She almost wished she were not his daughter so that she could... She shook her head to clear the images that were starting to monopolize her dreams of late. It was wrong, she told herself, but it was so easy to love him. To be. From the next day she started to come around 12 pm in the afternoon after all the morning chores are done. Her slim and dusky body was attracting me towards her and I started observing her and stealing glances of her small boobs while sweeping. I was on vacation those days after completing my PG and was preparing for Competitive exams.We used to talk very rarely and she use to do her work sincerely but I noticed whenever we talk she used to blush a little and give a cute smile. She always used. "Hashma speaks to no male except the man whom she chooses to perform her deflowering. Many men have claimed to be her suitor, but none have stood up to her discretion."Hashma took him by the hand and pulled him into the next room, a large room. There was a joyous playfulness in her eyes, a hint of a sparkle from deep within their dark centers. Her laugh was silky and her scent sweetly enticing. She stopped in the center of the room and waited for him to catch up.She put her arms around his neck.