I and my friends were really good at kabaddi, I was a great raider so I played no matter how wet the mud was while playing I only wore shorts and noth...ing else. Whenever I would fall while playing, my body would get dirty with lots of mud.I still played and mud went inside my shorts and hair and I was completely covered with mud, I still played until it started raining heavily. As it was raining I ran to my home and when I reached home, my uncle and grandparents were not there, only my aunt was. One of my aunt told me that I look great when I were a saree. So 1 day we were having a birthday party of one of our mutual friend at a restaurant nearby and Nishanth( the which I mentioned above) told me that he will pick me up in evening at 7:00. But he appeared a bit early at 6:15 itself, as a result I was not ready and was still ironing my saree which I borrowed from my aunt to were it in the party. I knew Nishant admired me from the very first day we met, he used to steal looks at my waist. “Hi Den!” I replied doing my best to sound natural. “Where are you going?” She asked me. “Something’s somehow telling me I gotta go to the cemetery.” I answered. “May I come with you?” “Sure. Do as you like.” She came over to my place as I drove the car out. She stepped in. For the whole ride we didn’t talk a lot and she wasn’t trying to get near me at all. Hardly anyone was on the graveyard that day. In fact, we were alone. Heavy feelings were surrounding my heart. I grabbed. Noia was one of those detailed as guards and she stood with her rifle ready on a sandy beach, while their captain dealt with the locals.She kept her eyes on the ground, mostly, because she knew some of the men who'd come to deal with the captain.They rowed back out to the ship, and moments later were headed further south.Noia had the morning watch, and she was lazing next to the sheet she's been assigned, ready for a command, when the captain came up to her. "It is as you said. The Count is.