She opened the copy and read the cover sheet: "Ad must be at least 4 inches wide, type not less than 12 point." Bunch of ripoff artists," she snorted.... The ad would have to be charged by word count, since it was a legal, but putting it in a box with that type size would mean that they'd get less than the normal space rate. Before she even looked at the ad, she wrote in the margin of the cover sheet, "2 col, 12 pt. Squeeze." That would help a little. That done, she glanced at the ad itself, and. Mian hu aunty wo boli darwaje k pass kya kar rahe ho. Aunty main diwar pe keel dekh raha tha to yaha farsh pe pani gira hain to fisal gaya our darwaje ko haat lag gaya our sorry bol ke dur hogaya aunty ko shak hogaya ke main unhe dekh raha tha waise b gadi me unhe meri Feelings ke bare me pata chal gaya tha lekin pata nahi shayad aunty b wahi chahti thi jo main chahta tha nahane k baad aunty ne pucha koi hain kya room me maine jawab diya haa aunty main huu unhone muzse badan pochne ke liye. Inthe background a tall vertical glass tank hitherto clear suddenly becametranslucent and small bubbles started forming here and there. SyntacticNano Stem Cells were on their work, whereas it was time to wait and letthe A.I do its miracle.Rajesh was staying at the place, letting no loophole left open tojeopardise his sinister ambitions.DAY 6Rajesh wake up in the morning to see a message on his computer screensaying, "Project Successful", and the vertical glass chamber all drainedof its dirty. He stuck his head out of the laundry shack doorway, checked that the coast was clear and jogged through the downpour to the rear apartment entrance. He shook the knob; it was truly locked. The entrance to the apartment had no cover, and he was rapidly getting slick with rainwater; it dripped down his bare chest,and mud curled over his toes, uncovered as they were in his flipflops. Worst of all, his white, thin underpants clinged to his buttocks and front, assuming a near translucence.He.