Malady volume 1

I just got shower with my formal suit, feeling like a wet pinky pig with small toes, sweating like a waterfall and those cars, oh good grief, their freaki

y much authenticated and authorized as a trusting friend or a matchmaker, that time. I was completely bored and frustrated with my love life. Had every day job from then to now, in career, I was lucky enough for escaping the wrath of economy downfalls. I was lucky indeed in that case, employed by a very lovely lady who love to cook food for us, I meant her employees, she loves to cook. She owned a franchise branch of a very well known frozen food products. I was the first initiator who willingly volunteered to do a hardwork for s

ache for a guy like me to get presentable for my friends or ladies. I don't even enjoy the party without good food but I am still known as a party hacker, ironic, isn't it? Without wanting to attend, I have to be presented various kinds of social events and gatherings. As I am a man of volunteer initiator, I can't be missing. This was my regular life even after my marriage, I was feeling awesomely bad when I got membership of an online dating site that day, they gave me suggestions of some beautiful ladies with pictures and resumes, I just had to pick anyone from the list, for a day or week or month or forever, it was upto me completely. Then I saw her, same age like me, simple, normal woman who could cook badly so not suggested as

understand my silent gestures of shyness. I was watching her necklace that was very thin rose gold colour, no stone or engravings, just simple metal wore as a piece of jewelry, very tiny little same colour stud, bracelet watch of same colour, hands were designed with tattooed colours, it was remarkable design, looking good only on the palms. When I asked about her tattoos, she was smiling, I really loved that glimpse of smile, hanging on her lips with a touch of rosy cheeks then she added it was henna not a t

terested on her, it still makes me smile, how was my wife before our marriage. In my whole life, I never saw or met with anyone who just could have live by just for living, it was only her who was like that. At first, I thought by her outfit that she probably those kind of girls who enjoy insulting others then cancel them for some weirdness within them or arrogance some sort of that was developed in them unknowingly or for self

, that's all what I did, so far. We didn't take each other home that night, no, we just shared a soft gesture and shaken hands. She did ask me though but I declined that inclination. She gave a farewell sugar coated fruit candies to me, I wasn't ready for that so I offered her for next date, then she gave a lovely smile to me that melt me like an icecream on a rainy day. I was looking for a girl like that in my frozen life friend or girlfriend, I needed a change. A man without any woman, really deserted island without any sign of water. After that date, we didn't do anything without our own job. Both of us were so busy that time just gone away with the wind. The miraculous incident occurred when we went to the same restaurant again, it was a rainy day, yeah, it still sounds like a cheap romantic novel to me but that's what happened that night. It was slightly nostalgic to me. I was get promoted to a branch manager of our franchise company, they gave me my own car but still I love to walk to my work place, alone, bored, sad, happy but no 'she' in my life to share or besties like this days, all the people have friends to chill with, then she came alone soaking wet in her summer shemiz, white transparent enough that I could see her colourful inners secret, looking lavishly desirable, it was not like that I was numb case but I didn't know still what happened to me that night. I took her to date from there again and she said yes to me. With her wet clothing, we went for a ride, everything we did, was in that car, she enjoye

's difficult for every married man, every day even after five years of affairs, legally, impossible, especially, when I am the only earner of our tiny little family. She is pregnant with twins of mine, yes, mine, without any doubt. I never encouraged her to have another lover specially after marriage, too jealous about other male species, even nearby of her, giggling with her is unacceptable, only me, her only sa

car with me, oh, yes, because of traffic jams these days, now heat is melting me in my summer suit. It's almost two hours but they are not going to show us any mercy by giving us the 'okay' signal to walk pass on the other sid

g, holding my head in her bosom, she is pregnant here but why, I was feeling nostalgic about her from this morning then why she is pregnant and crying, where am I? It is not a dream, it is happening right now, awww, why I can't move my body, I can see and feel her touch and she constantly crying then what happened? I am in some sort of bed it's a very comfortable bright room, it smells like a known place, where I smelled it before, aww, I remember it now, it is a smell of hospitals, I am in hospital, there, the doctor comes to see me then what he said, it made me cry in my that state. I was founded by a traffic police on the road side bench, luckily there was a nearby hospital where I

is twins and wife after delivery. His wife could not repay the sympathy that was shown by his boss, her husband is not dead but there is a hope, he can regain his life again, after her child delivery,