Main “papa jee main Manish ke saath bengaluru nahi jaungi balki aap hi ke pass rahungi aur fashion design ki padhai karke business karungi aur fir aap Manish ko bhi yahi bula lijiyega”.Wo bole “Nirali Manish abhi Bengaluru me hi rahega aur waha uska ilaaj chal raha hai”, main “kya Manish ko koi dusri bimari hai papa?”, papa “nahi Nirali ling bardhak centre me training kar raha hai isse uska land 4 inch tak jarur badha ho jayega bas tum ek do saal sabar kro”.Aur sasur jee ne mujhe hug kerte hue kaha “beta tum college me admission le lo aur tumare jaane ke baad main akela ho jaunga par koi baat nahi Manish ki maa tabhi gujar gai jab wo 15 baras ka tha aur main to bas tumeh khus dekhna chahta hoon.Main “aap chinta na karo papa main Manish ko sambhal lungi”, aur maine ye sab papa se lipat kar kaha aur us din unhone pehli baar mujhe kiss kar boobs ko dabaya tha, military service ke karan sasur jee 50 saal ki umar me tandrust lagte the.Aur ghar par wine beer ke saath smoking kerte the aur kabhi-kabhi unke saath main bhi wine piti thi, mere liye unhone rose wine ki peti la di thi aur kaha tha dinner ke pehle ek glass wine pine se jism lal ho jata
