I think you were right, Shani. My relationship with the girls is much stronger, and I got to learn how to better control myself in the process. Though... I must say,” I continued as Shani began scrubbing my head with a generous coating of shampoo. Despite my doing it frequently with the girls, I rarely got the favor returned due to my height, which made it difficult for them to reach me. But I surely appreciated it, as I groaned while her nimble fingers worked the shampoo into my scalp.“As I was. The naga trained them brutally, teaching them how to fight, how to give pain, and how to endure it. Some even learned dread arts, magics that manipulated shadows. My heart beat faster as I pressed my knife against the tent’s canvas while listening.Snoring. Deep and rumbling. The warleader slept.Perfect.The dagger’s sharp tip pierced the canvas with a rasping whisper. With patience, I cut down, working through the thick cloth. My knife whisked. I paused after each sawing stroke, listening to the. She was neither too fair nor too dusky with gorgeous full lips. She was wearing a one piece skirt with deep neck and her cleavage was visible. I behaved as a gentleman and didn’t show any signs of my being fallen for her at very first sight. We exchanged pleasantries and began talking with each other.She told me she is new to Delhi and a friend of my friend’s friend. She was working in an MNC as assistant manager. Her name was Riya. At the end of party we exchanged numbers and parted away. For. Anger that there seemed to be nothing I could do about it. Anger mixed with my sadness as I sat there staring down at my plate.After a while Nancy got up from the table to clear the plates. I had barely eaten a thing."You done with that?" Nancy asked as she reached for my plate."Yeah, just not hungry." I answered back mindlessly.I watched my wife as she cleared the table. She seemed to move so slowly these days, never really smiling. Her eyes seemed so blank, without a trace of joy. The cancer.