She was looking at him again, looking at him, looking at her. She smiled. He smiled back. She took a sip of her drink, he noticed she was wearing a ri...ng. But then again so was he. He turned the ring around on his finger with his thumb still holding his glass, wondering stupidly if he should remove it. "Why? He was married ... she was married, they were just two people in a bar having a drink. Hell, they hadn't even exchanged pleasantries for hells sakes and he was already imagining himself. She did n kept loudspeaker on….Prakash asked her to meet at a pub in gurgaon….I asked her to accept…This was Saturday and we planned for next day…Sunday…Sunday morning kavita came to me well dressed. In a pink shirt and long skirt….I intentionally didn’t have any sex on Sunday to keep her burning with desire….We went together….I asked kavita to introduce prakash as her boyfriend…Prakash was disappointed seeing me with her…But anyway we started talking….After few rounds of vodka shots, we. I swear to God, I shall have justice!”“There will be no justice for us in Argentan!” Marguerite argued. “If you go there and accuse Le Gris, they will destroy you. What Le Gris did to me was horrible, but losing you would make it far worse. I cannot live without you.”Jean paced the room nervously. He was filled with a need to do damage to Le Gris and anyone else who stood in his way. He had suffered too many humiliations at the hands of Jacques le Gris to just accept what he has done.“I cannot. Finally he managed to rent out a place close to my house and I invited him over for dinner for his first weekend in Mumbai. He had never met my wife and I was happy to finally be able to introduce my hot wife to himDinner was good and I could definitely see my wife being playful around him. I couldn’t blame her. Saurabh had a way with words and with women and he knew exactly which buttons to push around them.After dinner I dropped him over to his place. We were walking and talking about the new.