I’m sorry. Aah. I lifted her up from the floor and laid her on the large kitchen slab and then let go of her hair and got on top of her coz the kitc...hen slab really large. I started kissing her neck-my favorite spot and sucked at the wound I’d made on her shoulder like a vampire. All the time she kept crying and emotionally saying – Aryan you never understand me. You never understood my love. You still haven’t. So much punishment for this. You know how much it hurts? I said while still kissing. You’d never notice her from the main hall, but from where I sat I could just catch a glimpse of her over in her little cubby hole. She had medium length strawberry blond hair- a bit tangled, and wore an old ratty pair of jeans and a baggy sweat shirt. You couldn’t really tell anything about her figure and I couldn’t even see her face, covered as it was by her hair. But there was something about her. I was reminded of that first moment you catch sight of a deer, when you are afraid to make any. I threw on shoes, and hustled down to my car with myhands jammed deep in my pockets. I knew, deep down, that it didn'tmatter that much. Guys with nail polish weren't that unusual, heck, in aliberal university town like this, even trans people transitioninggenders weren't exactly unheard of. But in my mind, that wasn't me, Iwas a straight fairly white-bread dude, and the idea that someone mightspot me, even a total stranger would be mortifying.My nails kept distracting me as I drove over. . Bhavi tumne itne ache malis kaha se sike maine kaha woh tho bas aise he Fir bhavi kehne lage juth mat bolo tum tumare gf ko malis karte ho na maine kaha nhi bhavi aisa nhi hai mera koi gf nhi hai sach bol raha hu bhavi juta tere gf nhi hai aisa nhi ho sakta tu itna smart haiaur tera gf nhi hai imposible fir mai sach bol raha hu bhaviFir bhavi kehne lage deda hoke soh gaye and mujhe kehne lage k mere leg bhi pain ho rah a hai dawa do maine han kar diyafir bhavi k lkhapde mai baam lag raha tha.