We didn’t talk, as we were strangers, but when we stepped in the elevator, I noticed he lived a floor above mine ,i.e. Then suddenly I stopped him and thought that since in India, servants of other people are not considered equal to a guest and if my parents come and find him inside the house, then they would be angered and would create a scene. As I went outside, I saw the orange towel and fetched it, I brought it back and while getting up from the sofa, he held my waist in his arms and I gave him a shy look and thank goodness, he smiled back and winked at me. It was somewhere around 1 week ago, during the winter time of January, I was going home from college and as I entered my society, and went towards the elevator (coz I live on the 6th floor),I saw a guy waiting there before me, he was an inch or 2 shorter than me, but he had a very masculine built for his height and
