I know this may sound very familiar, but I really need to get this out of my head before I bust. It’s a lot like another story I read somewhere but I can’t remember where. But I have a slightly different slant to it. I want to thank soggyacres for the idea and impetus for this story.
After a motorcycle accident which brakes both of his arms, a teenager has to rely on his mother for help, even when going to the toilet and having a shower with surprising extras thrown in.
You wouldn't purchase a new car without taking it for a test drive would you? Marriage is quite a bit more important than a car, so we did the test drive, so to speak. Tried the stick shift, checked the fluid levels, looked under the hood, and went for a spin.
I am a young Hindu woman. I was asked to write this story by my mother and elder brother, because I am the main reason for this real-life story. I had written a few chapters, when some complications in my first pregnancy forced me to take rest. The story is based on the real-life clips secretly recorded by my elder brother, which he first shared with our mother, and later with all the siblings. If I don't complete all the planned chapters, my younger sister, Pooja, would be persuaded- Arti
I wanted to get to know Ray better, so when he invited me over to watch Sunday football with his friends, I accepted. The friends didn't show up. After a while, we began to wager a buck on the next play. Then we were wagering our clothing. Eventually, the loser would become the servant.