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ed with any women. I was brought up with parents who had taught me that in our culture, sex b

I left school to join college. My second relationship had been in my second year of college, with a girl in my class who had shared my enthusiasm for photogra

ship. There was a dream house that I wanted to built, a dream car I had to purchase and I had also planned several trips to foreign lands that would never be fulfilled if I didn't have money in my pocket. Five years of continuous work without taking any vacatio

s on her pale white skin, the feel of her plump, pink lips on mine...it was like I could feel her right now, as if she were a part of me...

e back with the others on who would take their order, he immediately took a couple steps back as soon as that icy blue gaze landed on him.

my eyes on the women and yet here I was, making ridiculous a

two glasses of Chaach!" The Gujarati girl orde

that, a red meat curry that was marinated completely with red hot peppers before cooking, therefore gaining the na

t know what they were ordering?

the cold had taken away some of the heat from the cooking, although there was still a slow burn at the back of my head. I was down three more mouthfuls before the waiter brought

men, watched in astonishment as they tore away at their thepla's and dipped

their fill of chilies and taking small sips of the chaach without bothering about anything going around them. They seemed to be lost in conversation.

. But I liked to think that I had a photographer's eye and that's probably why I'd noticed it in the first place. The uneasi

, ignoring the burst of silent heat and sucking it up like a man, and drank the res

from their seat and turning towards the exit, ready to leave. Swearing some colorful words under my breath, I tried to come up wit

hotel, the silver haired woman turned to look back

the killing strike. The underlying sense of danger magnified by tenfold and I could feel the hair on

my spot. With a start I realized that it wasn't the blazing desert sun that was playing tricks with h

t wasn't the woman I saw standing in her colorful clothes and silver hair, but a white wolf w

they were