Adultery Kajal agrawal degradation from high class to low class

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“Hmpfff… OK… bring it in.” Prashant said and opened the folding doors completely. Nasir and kajal walked in. It was, as she said, a small shack. There was a small mattress in the corner where Prashant slept. The rest of the shack was filled with two-wheelers, their parts and other tools. The whole place also reeked of something kajal couldn’t quite place… probably just grease and petrol. In another corner was a chair with a table, and on top of the table, a telephone.

“Can I use the phone?” she asked.

“Yes sure.” Prashant said as he started opening the scooty casing.

she picked up the receiver and held it to my ear. Silence. No dial tone. “There is no dial tone” she said.

Prashatnt came over and took the phone from kajal. As he did, she could not help but notice his still shirt-less torso. It was hairy, and he had a pot belly. There were some stains of grease on his belly and arms.

“kajal guess the storm knocked the lines out.”

“Oh. Is there someone close by with a cellphone?”kajal asked.

“There’s just our garage and two other shops here – one a tea stall and another for hardware. Both are closed, and the guys who run them don’t stay in the shops like me. You will have to walk a couple of km that way for any other shops or houses.”

kajal weighed her options. It was still raining pretty hard. she could walk to the other shops. But may be she could just wait for these men to fix my scooty and then drive. Nasir was already working pretty hard at it. Prashant went and stood next to him and they started discussing whatever was to be done. That’s when kajal sneezes started. Achoo’s after achoo’s. About a dozen or so.