Mere jab neend khuli subh toh dekha bua meray room mei thi sitting next to me.in loose nighty. Mwi utha in shok aur bua kko wish kiyaBua:- neend theek... kiMe:- haanBua:- raat ko kis sae baat kar raha thaMe:- kisis sae niBua:- jhaaot mat bool mene sab sun leya hai sach bataMe:- girlfriend saeBua:- badhgi achi bateen kata hai phone pae, phone pae hi karta hai yaaaMe:- (mei sharmatay hu) bua aap bi naBua:- (mera haath pakdtae huva) bolna imran(in kashmiri)Me:- niBua:- jhoot mat bool meny dekha tu. Kyle nodded, though his father could not have seen the motion. A song came on, Hotel California by the Eagles. Kyle pressed his lips together and leaned his head back against the wall while shutting his eyes tightly. Tears quickly welled up in the corners of Kyle’s eyes as the lyrics to the song continued to play on. At ten to the hour, the professor assigned the readings to his class and excused them. It was a rarity to get out in time, Kyle thought. Dr. Korbe had a bad habit of holding. Taking a deep breath, I opened it.Nothing had changed. Her flower-print bed cover was half off her bed, the sheets askew, as if she’d just gotten up this morning. A small overnight case rested on the bed. School books were spread over a messy desk. The room smelled musty. Her sneakers were lying on the floor, her closet door partially open, her clothes still hanging. A bookshelf had a haphazard collection of books on it.My heart thumped. One step. One step and I’d be in her room. I took the. WHAM!Ada nearly jumped out of her skin, barely stifling a shriek as the door banged shut and wriggling further back into the weeds as the apparently automatic porch light illuminated the yard. Ducking her head, she peered through a gap in the hedge and watched as the two men who had stepped outside descended the steps and headed for the red sports car parked in the drive. One she recognized at a glance; her uncle Rodney, with his shaggy brown hair and faded shirt displaying the name of his.