Then she asked me to stop as my dad might come anytime.It was the next day. My heartbeat was so high I didn’t know if she would ask me for a neck ma...ssage or rub my legs. I was waiting for the afternoon. My mom even had a smile, yet we were both acting normally.I did some studying in the morning. I couldn’t focus. Later, I had my lunch and went to bed. I was expecting her to come and lie down next to me.Me: How is your neck pain, mummy?Mom: It has almost gone.Me: What about legs?Mom: I was. There was nothing she could use to protect herself. You could use your hands. True. But without her rings, they were a lot less effective. Sage gave the room another once over. It was becoming obvious that she didn’t have much of a choice. Whatever waited beyond that door, she just hoped it wasn’t strong enough to withstand a punch to the face. Sage padded softly over to the closet and opened it. ‘Hello, designer heaven.’ Dolce and Gabana, Gucci, Armani were the only brands that she could. State reh chuka hu yeh story ek do saal purani h maine bahut si story read keri isliy socha ki apni story bhi or ko batani chahiy jis se mere saare new reader enjoy le main south Delhi me rehta hu ek din mere yaha per ek lady or uska bhai or uski bhen ki ladki rent per rehne aai Mere yaha per wo dehra dun se aai the Delhi main unki gaadi back kerwaraha tha to wo ladki uska naam riya tha jo andar baithi mujhe dekh rahi thi or main bahut khush ho raha tha ki ab yeh ladki mujh se dosti keregi kuch. (this is real story of my friend. Places and names were changed. Mai apne friend ke jagah apni story jaise likh rahi hu)Mujhe school se hi kai ladko ne line marna shuru kar diya tha kuchh ladke to propose bhi kiye but mai in sab me interest nahi leti thi. Kuchh badmash ladke jo jabardasti pareshan karte the unki dhulayi bhi kar di thi aur shikayat kar di thi isliye seedhe ladke to dar ki wajah se bat bhi nahi karte the.Ek do ladko se bat karti thi wo bhi sirf friendship tak hi tha aur baki.