She Avenges

A Akhtar Jawad
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Neither he cries nor does he smile. The woman nurturing him though paid for her services and selling her love is not ugly, but she is not beautiful, too. Not a bad woman at all! No woman is bad for a helpless person who can neither sit nor stand who can listen to but can't understand who can try to speak but can't speak in the true sense. Passing the whole day on a purchased love accepting her even when she undresses him tolerating her when she touches and cleans his private parts and just staring at her for the whole day. For a few days he cried while missing the familiar lips and pleasant breasts but now he is used to with it. He remains silent through the day sometimes looking at the skies and waiting for the sun set. Usually his favorite woman comes just after the sun set. But occasionally when she is late he starts crying. She informs him, 'I am in the washroom sweetheart I am just coming.' He knows and recognizes this voice. The nurse shares his loud laughter. And then his favorite woman comes lifts her shirt up unties her braziers and the restless man finds his favorite touch. The infant of a lonely working woman enjoys a deep sleep after being breast fed.

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