‘Monsieur Rogers…Monsieur Rogers…Il y a une femme a la telephone pour vous. Elle a dit qu’elle a une message tres important pour vous. Monsieu...r Rogers…Monsieur…Est que vous ici?’I sat bolt upright which caused my head to spin which in turn caused me to groan. Running my hands through my hair I snapped.‘Une moment…Je viens maintenant.’In my haste to answer the door I tripped over one of my shoes and belted my foot off the end of the bed.‘Fucking hell!’That stern voice hidden behind the door. I thanked her for her courtesy and said will meet her tomorrow.The next day I reached the service station, after meeting the service advisor and handing over my car, I thought I should meet Alisha. I asked for her at the reception, and was guided to her cubicle. As soon as I saw her there was a tingle in my senses. She was a young, beautiful, smartly dressed with shoulder length hair. I introduced myself and she stood up and extended her hand to greet me with a sweet smile. She had soft and. .I am just avg guy a bit chubby :p ….E story ki heroine na angel…….She is one who changed me…….Lets call her as”Bangaram”…Ya routine telugu word e but she is special to me and e story is more romantic than lust so opikaga undali mari…….Fb lo saradaga ma college valaki andariki friend request petuduna by force cause ma friend bet katedu neku e ammayi nachukodu ani……So against my will ela ayina padeyali ani tapana untadi ga abbayalu lo baga kasta padi ma college ammayalu ki search cheste apudu na. Deepti muskari uthkar chalne lagi. Uski saadi ka paloo sofe k bich fas gaya. Or jaise vo mudi uske sinne palla gir gaya. Mujhe deepti ke dono kache aam jaise boobs dikhne lage. Par maire dil me koi galat vasna nahi thi. Deepti chilayi rahul. Mai uth kar main gate par aa gaya. Deepti ne piche mudkar dekha to uska paloo sofe me fasha tha. Usne mujhe se sorry kaha. Maine gusse me kaha ki tum hamesha mujhe galat samjhti ho. Bachpan me tumne maire pyar ko galat samjha or aaj bhi. Or ye kehkar mai.