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Virat studies in a renowned boarding school in Shimla. But behind the facade of a happy teenager is a disturbed child trying to fight the pain of his mother’s death and his father’s ignorance. Neither love nor friends seem to be of any help. That’s when he finds a picture in a library book, which changes his life forever.
In trying to find the truth behind the girl in the picture, he stumbles upon dirty secrets and a scandal that shocks him.
Meanwhile in Delhi, a CID officer and Police Inspector Mathur are trying to unravel the mystery behind the gruesome murders of two influential families that seem to be connected to the mysterious girl in the picture.
Will Virat be able to find the mysterious girl or lose himself on the way?
Discover the chilling reality of life, friendship, love and deceit behind the curtain of White Smoke.

WHITE SMOKE

An old picture from the mud of history and whirlwind emotions with it

The connection of this picture and disappearance of a school girl

A series of murders in the capital and a moralistic CID officer to unearth them

A scandal by the kid of a tyrannical family

The hunt to dig the truth out – AN INSPECTOR MATHUR CRIME INVESTIGATION

The missing Shimla girl - WHITE SMOKE

THIS SUMMER

THE MISSING SHIMLA GIRL

On one fine day which turned to be a life changer for him, he got a friend request from a girl on Facebook.

 Do you remember me?

It’s me Angel from JKFY School.

Another message popped up after the unnoticed and un-replied message a few days later.

Who is this?

Arjun messaged back.

Arjun then spent a whole day going through her profile and her timeline for authentication. She was real and her name was the first thing that hit him. She was a Shimla boarding school’s student. Few more messages and this conversation became more and more regular Arjun.

Can’t you use your own pic as your DP? Arjun messaged her one day.

As this conversation continued from days to weeks and then months and as the relation blossomed it shifted to Facebook chat and exchange of Arjun’s number and address. One day over the chat Angel said something to Arjun.

Do you remember I used to be an innocent girl you made an MMS of?  Do you remember the date; that Japanese restaurant where you asked to make out for the first time when I was a virgin?

You said you had a deep crush on me, and I eventually fell in love with you; trusted you for everything but you ruined a loving heart.

“When I tried to get back to my life, I could not get rid of the memories of the incident anymore,” Arjun cried aloud for this was not Angel but Mahi messaging him. He asked for her phone number but she logged off.

The same thing happened with Eshaan and Joy during the same time. Months passed chatting with the girl on Facebook and finally they too decided to exchange addresses and numbers.  They tried to dial her number but it was always switched off. Even her Facebook ID was deleted. Any of the three could not make contact with Mahi then after. 

Mistress: 49th is the fetish Shade

Her aunt was French. She was not beautiful but all of her other characteristics were perfect. She had all the good French manners- Savoir vivre-. She didn’t talk much. She always kept a distance from other people. And that was the main reason I wasn’t feeling too good to talk in front of her about my dream.

As her aunt entered the room I rolled and sat on the floor with my back against the wall facing Michaele’s bed. The two women sat opposite me.

‘Aunt, my friend here had a dream and we would like to hear what you think it means?’

‘Ok, but it’s been a while since I did that for the last time and I hope I didn’t lose my talent’ she said smiling. So what is it your dream about?

‘It’s very strange, I don’t know.’ I smiled and looked down hoping she wouldn’t insist. 

No reaction. Just silence from both of them.

‘Well?’ Michaele added .

‘Don’t keep us waiting’ Michaele’s tone sounded just like last night’s when she told me to kiss her feet! I felt too weak to oppose.

‘I dreamed that Michaele wanted me to kiss her feet’ I couldn’t believe what I have just said. I was unable to talk no more. Michaele started laughing hysterically while her mom lit a cigarette. I felt embarrassed.

‘I am going to ask you one question and I want one true answer. Were you aroused last night after that dream?’

‘I swear I don’t see Michaele in a sexual way.’

‘Just answer the question’ her aunt said raising the tone of her voice making Michaele stop laughing and me lowering my look.

‘The truth is yes, but I don’t know why?’

‘And I can guess you would like to do it in real life. Am I correct?’

I didn’t think about it until that moment. I felt a tremendous wish to kneel in front of her and experience the sensation I had last night. The entire scene was too emotional. Michaele’s dominant way of asking left me no choice.

‘I would yes’ I whispered.

‘What is going on here? Michaele said. Mom you make him feel uncomfortable.’ Her mom made her a sign to hush and she turned to me.

‘Listen kid, what you feel come right from your soul, from your mind. You have a submissive character. This is not a bad thing. Many men have submissive fantasies but only a few make them come true. As you know, in this life we are living everything has its price.’

‘I don’t understand’ I said.

‘You will understand in a moment. What I mean is that you have a chance to experience now something that you may ask for the rest of your live and you never get it – but this can be done only if Michaele wishes-  If you kiss someone’s feet, it’s an action of seduction and Submissiveness.

It is a way to show that you accept someone as your superior, as your owner.

By doing it you deny all your freedoms. After that you lose your human substance and you become your owner’s property. You have no rights. No right to talk, to eat, to write or even to think. Your life will focus on your owner’s needs. From the other hand, the owner should use you as it pleases her. There are no limits. This relationship will lasts for a life time unless if the owner wishes to stop it by letting you free or by selling you to another person or even by removing his life.’ I was lost.

From the book: Mistress

Types of BDSM arrangements

The paperwork is always unique in the arrangement. You can’t just apply a standard document to every single relationship as every relationship is different. The general classifications as to the kinds of relationships that exist including Mentoring, Protection, Coaching, Service Oriented, Fully Owned and Play Only. Popular interactions include:

• Master/slave – the slave gives up all rights and decision making power to the Master. If it’s a total control (TC) then slave has no to say no and without any limits; is in the Master’s control.

• Dominant/submissive – Subs set limits on sexual play and punishment and can stop role play at any time. Here subs get a choice as to which aspects of their lives they will allow the Dominant to run. In effect, Dominants have less power over submissives than Masters have over slaves.

• Pets – it  is an agreement where the slave have to live a life of the master’s desired  pet. Slave is dehumanized and takes on the characteristics of an animal pet like a puppy or pony under the control of an Owner.

• Online– these are adapted situational engagement where the parties are engaged as dominance/submission over the internet. These popular parties often have multiple partners.

• Scene only – It is a series of events usually documented which don’t encompass a whole relationship or lifestyle. Negotiated prior to a sexual play scene is done and typically focus on a one off play event. 

Mistress: Finding my 50th shade in India

BDSM Bondage, Dominance (Discipline) and Submission (Sadism) and Masochism

BDSM is a range of erotic practices concerning dominance and submission, role-playing, restraint, and other interpersonal dynamics. And may require –

A top/dominant: partner who controls the activity

A bottom/submissive partner who is controlled

A switch: switches between roles

(SOURCE: From Wikipedia)

In the practice; a dominant person may be referred to as a ‘dom’ for a man, and a ‘domme’ for a woman. Individuals who can change between top/dominant and bottom/submissive roles—whether from relationship to relationship or within a given relationship—are known as switches.

From 1969 when the first BDSM was practiced and  drafted it has altered so far from the practice like B&D (bondage and discipline) adding S&M (sadomasochism, or sadism and masochism) to today as a catch-all phrase covering a wide range of activities, forms of interpersonal relationships, and distinct subcultures.

BDSM communities do not disgrace anyone with a non- normative streak or anyone who identifies with the community; this may include cross-dressers, extreme body modification-enthusiasts, animal players, latex or rubber aficionados, and others.

                                                                                                       

The interaction between tops and bottoms—where physical or mental control of the bottom is surrendered to the top—is sometimes known as ‘power exchange’, whether in the context of an encounter or a relationship.

BDSM actions can often take place during a detailed period of time settled by both parties, referred to as ‘play’, a ‘scene’, or a ‘session’. Participants usually derive pleasure from this, even though many of the practices—such as inflicting pain or humiliation or being restrained—would be unpleasant under other circumstances.

Whether it is a public ‘playspace’—ranging from a party at an established community dungeon to a hosted play ‘zone’ at a nightclub or social event—the parameters of allowance can vary. Some have a policy of panties/nipple tape for women (underwear for men) and some allow full nudity with explicit sexual interaction allowed.

NOTE: It is mutual consent that makes a clear legal and ethical distinction between BDSM and such crimes as sexual assault or domestic violence.

For their consent, they must have relevant information (extent to which the scene will go, potential risks, if a safe word will be used, what that is, and so on) at hand and the necessary mental capacity to judge. The resulting consent and understanding is occasionally summarized in a written ‘contract‘, which is an agreement of what can and cannot take place.

Terminology and Subtypes

Studies among BDSM practitioners in the INDIA have shown that about half of all men find the idea of bondage to be erotic; and many women do as well. Strictly speaking, bondage means binding the partner by tying their appendages together; for example, by the use of handcuffs  or by lashing  their arms to an object. Bondage can also be achieved by spreading the appendages and fastening them with chains to a St. Andrew's cross or spreader bars.

BDSM is all about rules and punishment; more the  discipline more the chances of getting perks and less discipline leads to Punishment, which is the sweetest pain caused physically (such as caning), humiliation caused psychologically (such as a public flagellation) or loss of freedom caused physically (for example, chaining the submissive partner to the foot of a bed).

Hard BDSM sessions are the level 2 session, which can expose the Submissive to a wide range of sensual impressions, for example: pinching, biting, scratching with fingernails, spanking or the use of various objects such as crops, whips, liquid wax, ice cubes, Wartenberg wheels, erotic electro-stimulation or others.

 Trust and sexual arousal help the partners enter a shared mindset.

Professional Services

A professional dominatrix or professional dominant, often referred to within the culture as a ‘pro-dom(me)’, offers services encompassing the range of bondage, discipline, and dominance in exchange for money. The term ‘dominatrix’ is little-used within the non-professional BDSM scene. A non-professional dominant woman is more commonly referred to simply as a ‘domme’, ‘dominant’, or ‘femdom’. There are also services provided by professional female submissive (‘pro-subs’).

Males also work as professional ‘tops’ in BDSM, and are called ‘masters’ or ‘doms’. However, it is much rarer to find a male in this profession.

INTERNET

During the last years the Internet also provides a central platform for networking among individuals who are interested in the subject. Besides countless private and commercial choices there are an increasing number of local networks and support groups emerging. These groups often offer comprehensive background and health related information for people who have been unwillingly outed as well as contact lists with information on psychologists, physicians and lawyers who are familiar with BDSM related topics.

MISTRESS: From the Land of Kamasutra

Since Indian society is said to be very conservative with regard to the sex but it is known as the land of origin of Kamasutra. After reading the entire context about BDSM which I received from the internet – which you can easy access, I needed to experiment it with myself to see whether it fits to the Indian society so my search begins for a Dom to make me her Sub.

For very long time I kept looking for a mistress over the internet; I joined various group and hidden communities but none of it helped me finding my Mistress here in India. It was evident from one of the researches that after Pakistan which was at the first place who Googled Men to men sex and offended relationships. And for India, Mistress was a frequent word which was searched with a progressive amount in the year 2010 – 2014. I knew either I was with wrong approach or there was actually nothing like new aged Kamasutra which prevails here.

But such a society could not keep itself secretive and finally I got a mistress who was ready to teach me a hard lesson & treat me as bad as possible.

Let me start from beginning. It started with a facebook search; since I was reading the manual so I was now aware for the search word so I started posting on the Dom wall and to their chat to show them my interest. It went for months and now I was about to get distracted from my fantasy but one day as I was messaging continuously to show them my urge; finally I one day on FB chat I found my mistress. Her name was Kasturi (name changed)

Kasturi: ‘hi’ she typed. Before I could write anything; she gave me her mail id & told me to mail my personal details like age, location, etc there. And she went immediately offline and blocks me.

I was thinking ‘Is it okie?’ to take the risk but my inner urge advised me to take one petite risk for BDSM sake.

So on next day I mailed my details to her mail ID & also I ask her same details which she asked me to mail & wait for her reply. On second day I got her mail & I was surprised by her mail she wrote directly that ‘If you are interested in femdom sex & you want to be my slave then meet me tomorrow on yahoo messenger on same time.’

Yahoo messenger ‘Who the hell still uses Yahoo messenger’; I asked myself.

I was still very keen and without wasting much time I downloaded the Yahoo messenger; made an ID ‘YourSlaveForever’ and send her a friend request.

I could not believe everything was going so quick and I had not imagined this in my life that it could happen here with me in India.

I stalked her ID and messenger but everything was so secretive that I could not find any clue regarding her name surname. Her id was completely different and out of world. She was hiding her identity as she didn’t write a single word about her age, location or anything.  I sign on yahoo messenger on next day on same time and to my luck she was already there. Everything was going so smooth.

She immediately messaged ‘Now answer my questions…’ I have seen dominating nature in her statement.

So I write simply ‘ok’ as my reply

‘You were searching your mistress on facebook?’ She asked.

I replied - ‘yes.’

She again asked ‘Have you ever tried femdom sex? Or slave for any mistress?’

She knew I was new to it I said ‘No I am new but my fantasy is to be slave for one mistress for at least one day’ on my reply again she asked ‘Do you know it is a painful act and need devotion’ she was rude and I was surprised by her language.

I just agreed. Actually I was very keen to this type of sex as I was already working over it so for the experience I already had watched a lot of porn movies.

And I agreed.

‘Good; then be ready.’ She said.

She then questioned me ‘Tell me what you can do for your mistress to make her happy?’

‘Anything I can do for my mistress; your wish my command’ I texted back.

‘How much amount of pain you can take?’ she asked.

‘This is my first time I’ll try my best to absorb as much pain as possible.’ I was little afraid this time.

‘Don’t make a hypothetical statement; It wasn’t a quantitative answer’ I could feel a dominating nature from her sentence & she also used very rough language.

‘I can take any amount of pain.’ I knew I had no choice.

‘Sure!! You can think again till my next message’ she warned me.

 ‘Yes I am sure’ I replied wasting no time.

‘From today onwards I am your Mistress & you’re my Slave and you’ll do whatever I’ll tell you to do. Be ready for the appointment’ a message popped on the screen.

 

A glimpse of my new work

“Hey is this the last time?”

“You really sure this is over?”

“I don’t think we should stop discussing this matter anymore, when I am saying this is the end.. Then it is.”

THE END

Last time when I was broken down…

“I cried and one day I woke up losing everything”– Akshay, Dehi, 29, Print media.

“I took ice-cream… I put on weight” – Dipti, Bangluru, 24, B.P.O Industry.

“I try for her again and again but once gone is gone, finally I realized… she was in love with someone” – Vikram, Delhi, 24, Doctor.

“She was never mine, or I mistakenly misunderstood her frankness to be love, but I broke down   completely” – Bhavesh, 21, Mumbai, Student.

“I stone myself, eventually I realized I was wrong, he used me… I could not understand why me?” – Purvi, 23, Mumbai, Student.

As wise men says “Every End is a new Beginning”

The Start

What is love? A simple four letters making a word, a noun, a verb or a complete expression, a sense, feeling of decency or a ensnare to engulf a person. For few people a ladder to reach the highest emotional craving or a grievous end.

Whatever love is, one thing is sure it can make stories, stories of life time or stories telling a time of life.

But for life there is only one situation that it is unpredictable, the very moment we think we have understood it; it gives a conundrum to unravel. There are certain times in our life when sacrifices are more than choices, times when wait is no longer for a salvage than to hurt yourself. To harm yourself to quench the thirst to gratify the pensiveness, a dream to see a smirk on others face, even when you are dirge from inside.

I am Excited, hope you are too. 

Love at first kiss and the art of kissing

A relation and no kiss, is like a cloud with no rain.

 It starts with a stare.  Look briefly at the other person's lips.  Don’t stare just give a look and don’t purse your lips, wet open your lips slightly. Before you proceed make sure you have fresh breath.  Use spray or mint but dare you chew gum as you cannot throw them in front of your mate.

*statuary warning: Kissing a girl in public can be hazardous.

 Be brave to kiss on her hand or her cheek first, don’t proceed directly, wait for the signal from the other side and if she is interested, she will definitely show it, and then you can proceed further.  

 Try not to be too much pushy. Kissing a girl is an art.  Say it in an intimate way that you love her, have an eye lock before the lip lock.  

 Compliment her    But compliment her with true words, don’t cook stories, girls have a sixth sense

 Sixth sense?  Yesss…

 Yes a sense to find out true or a lie. Be yourself than another copied fancy   . Go ahead; close your eyes, lean in a smooch.

MANTRA: “Go ahead, close your eyes lean and smooch “

 Well, start slow and soft, gentle kiss and skip the teeth and tongue, move forward and kiss.  Do not smack the lips, the noise can be distracting and may break the moment of silence. Stay light first, kiss gently softly, don’t make her uncomfortable, stop in the middle look at her eyes then kiss again.  Let her show her technique and interest. Try not to be bully be imaginative.

Note: Remember to gulp the extra saliva before preceding a kiss. If the small kisses go well then it’s the time for the bigger one.  

 Oh! YEAAA: The Lip-Lock

 Go with your lower lip, your partner’s lower lip, then upper lip.  Put your date’s lower lip between yours and this is the safest try.   And the point here to be noted is that make sure you go softly that you are able to breathe.   Pull your partner closer Use your thumb to sweep across the cheekbone, under her chin and tilt it upward.   Tangle her hair, gently pull them but do not hurt.

Lip lock with your partner’s lower lip between both of yours, lightly run the tip of your tongue over it. Move slowly and better, see your partner for a second, make a gesture, keep increasing the intensity of your kisses, then the magic, Kaboom.   The time to pull back your tongue and sweep your tongue inside your partner’s lower lip. Move slowly and lightly, increase the speed, pressure till your partner responds too.  Now inside your partner’s mouth with your tongue, make darting motions and roll it inside her. Make deeper hard strokes and wait for a response.  Let her do the same too

 Give a small bite Well time for the teeth.  Make nibble bites but don’t bite too much harder or much, stick to the kisses more.  Make the intensity of breaks.  More breaks more she will be intimate but do not break much to make her uncomfortable that she rejects kissing you.  A smart move can allow you to go inside her heart.

 HAVE A HAPPY KISSING 

Announcements were about to be held and everyone gathered. This was supposed to be so-called significant part of the first day of the college. Important for the teachers to introduce themselves, but dull for students who came here for studies. “Studies”; oops sorry mistakenly a wrong word used; you people might be thinking that what I am writing? Well we took admissions for studying Love, Girls and gathered for the practicals of our teenage mistakes.

So for the first day of BBA College, everyone gathered on the porch. But as you know, things never go the way it is supposed to be, suddenly...

“Hi babes,” shouted one girl aloud waving her hand towards another girl; her friend and as they came into eye contact their steps ensue to meet each other. They were like as if they were starved for each other for years. I wonder why girls always love to meet each other so closely with hugging each other. As they moved fast the scene virtually memorizes me the one in DDLJ where Sharukh runs for Kajal in the yellow fields and as I came back to my pleasant scene; the girls came closer with their as usual hugging-piggies thing. As they hug each other tightly with their tighten clasped t-shirts so perfectly fitted pants, their boobs collides with each one another and they nearly popped out from their top’s cleavage. All the men present there, their jaw went wide opened to the scene, and tongue's drooled for more; almost sweeping the floor to cherish this sight; just the way as titanic hit an iceberg. As the two girls dig into each other's body, they looked so happy. I wondered why they never care to meet their boyfriend with so much enthusiasm. A noticeable smile appeared to my lips. Oh God! What a panorama it was.

“Hello, roll no. 38?” said one guy who came from nowhere and offered me a handshake.
“Hi” said I as handshake took place.

“Akash” his voice was husky and bold.

“Siddharth” I replied to his introduction.

“I know,” smiled Akash to me.

“How?” I inquired as it was something weird to hear on the first day of the college.
“Well just to know whose answer sheet I am going to copy for the next three years,” he explained dramatically and laughed aloud taking me into his confidence and I too laughed to his silly joke.

“I am doing it for years,” he continued being more confident.

“So what's up?” I started the conversation and flipping from his topic where I knew next he was interested to tell me his crowned cheating stories. But more of it; it was an inquiry as this guy had just keen about my roll number.

“Nothing much just looking around” and he smiled at me.

“Why these girls always ready to create a scene?” It suddenly came from my side of the conversation as I was enjoying the scene where these girls were still busy talking to each other about their pre-college shopping expenses.

Here each buck spent was an act of bravery regardless of the fact that how hard it was for their parents to earn. My concern about these girls grabbed attention of my new friend and it was a check, whether this guy was straight or not with mock test, by pointing at the two hot girls standing in the same room.

“Well this one is my girlfriend.” Akash pointed one girl with the 34 size.

[34 was her bra-size which I had noticed earlier before I could see her face correctly. I was neither a lingerie seller nor a worker there, but the X-ray my eyes could do was neither less and I was almost perfect in it. For me getting attracted to those BBW was not silly. I mean BBW – Big busted woman, which guy don’t want. ]

“Lucky you,” I smiled.

“Yes lucky from the past few years,” said Akash with his collar up.

“We were course mates since I started with commerce and knew each other from coaching time. I was a commerce student with an average mark. So being here and getting admission in such a prestigious institute was never my aim. I always hunted to join my father’s business, but my father had something else in his mind. He was aimed to make me study and learn business tactics before I join him.” And the conversation went for a few minutes; we were on the edge of talking about his dad's turnover in the business to the India’s economy and corruption.

While in the conversation my eyes repeatedly fall for the bombshell standing over and over as these girls were effortlessly noticeable. I wish to look for this eye tonic standing along with Akash’s girlfriend, but I could just watch her well maintained buttock. My curiosity increased with each second as could not get her glimpse.

         

          Suddenly, the two girls exchanged a handshake, and Akash’s girl friend came our way. Akash hugs his girl tight and press her booty in front of me to tease me as a sign of his possessiveness. Even I too wanted to do the same if I had her. To be honest this girl was awesome by her sizes, which were so perfect. Her way of dressing was rather an advantage over it too.  However, for me the girl who went her way after talking to Akash’s girlfriend, I was too sure about that mysterious girl about her looks, I still bet her to be more mystic. I could find a connection between me and that girl, and I could feel something; an aura from her side.

“This is Siddharth and she is my girl Jenny," said Akash to his girlfriend with a formal introduction being decent.

“Hi” and smiles exchanged between us.

“Oh I will introduce to with one of my old friend,” and as she turned to call her friend and my connection.

          “Piyali” she shouted aloud and waved in the air, but as the girl was facing another side, she could not notice her calling. Before she could reach for her, she turned back; an announcement took place from the principal who just entered, and everybody paid their attention to him standing on the stage. We hurriedly made cues as an act of obedience, but I was still disturbed over this girl whom I could not see. I again try to look at her side to get her glimpse but could not, as the room was overcrowded. Standing in the cue, I made endless attempts but failed each time. Then as one of the teachers took hold of the mike, it was a perfect chance for me to change my place. I went to have a look for her, but suddenly she turned other side and so do I simultaneously. I was again on the wrong side, and one more attempt failed. I wonder why I was so much curious about her and it was quite noticeable for Jenny to notice. For me, it was like now or never.

“Are you comfortable?” Akash inquired.

“Yeah,” I replied back still looking for this girl on the one side and not concentrating on the speech being held.

          Finally, with the thanking note and a call for the class, the teacher took us to a class for our first curriculum lecture. We all obeyed and followed her like heard of sheep. While we entered our new class as it was the perfect time I could now make my last attempt to have a glance of this beautiful girl. I ran breaking the cue towards her. I touched her shoulder...

"What?" said Jenny to me as she walked along with this girl who was now a part of her gang. I was pretty sure that this girl will also stop as her friend, but she walked away.

“What happen to her?” I asked Jenny.

“What?”

“I wanna see this girl” I went straight.

"Piyali," uttered Jenny confused. Jenny screamed her name loudly. With the call, she turned back… and I was surprised…

“Leave her; I am not interested to talk to her” I walked away.

“Why?” Jenny came to me hitting with her question curiously.

“I am not going to class if you are interested let’s move to the canteen,” I looked disturbed, which was easily perceptible through my facial expressions.

“Are you okay?” Jenny conformed.

“Yeah” I was sweating now.

“Yeah let’s move; let me have water,” Jenny took hold of my hand as I felt collapsing.

“Akash, to canteen” she calls her boyfriend to help her holding me, and we all went to the canteen. Jenny tried inviting Piyali; her new gang member but Piyali went to the class which was rather rude.

          Before we move further into the story let’s get introduced. I am Siddharth you can say the Dog no. 1, adding to the list Akash was the Dog no. 2. Well there were so many dogs around but we knew only a few. This was my 1^st day at BBA College based in Delhi. Life for me was never firmer; my father was a business man, and I was not at any time liked caring much about money. Akash’s father was in Indian embassy. I still wonder why I never found him pleased with his dad and neither Akash’s father Mr. Sharma, nor was her mother happy with him. However, it has nothing to do it with me and the story. Jenny was Akash’s girl friend; one of the most beautiful girls around but since she was already hooked with my friend; else I would be the one doing X- Ray scans with my eyes. I don’t know from when they knew each other, but everyone says they were lovers since they were in their diapers. What a fuck it was; but it was true.