Met a girl-1

According to Dev

The windy night,

Love is in air,

Cause,,

Today is valentine day.

Hi my name is Dev. I am going back home from Valentine's Day party but to be honest, I am very scared.If my mother finds out that I am coming home at 1:00 in the night, I will not feel well.Don't understand what I should do.

It is true that there is a relationship but there is a lot of danger in doing it.If caught then there is double danger and if not caught then there is some danger.My bedroom is on the second floor of our house, so I have to climb it up with the help of a pipe.I want to join the military, I can do this much but there is a danger that if my mother sees me then understand that World War 3 will happen.

Should I say a bigger problem than that?

I had gone out to the village for Valentine's Day a week ago and had told my mother that I would reach on Valentine's Day itself, but now the second day of Valentine's Day has started and now I am reaching here.If not now then I will definitely be murdered in the morning.

Who did I go with?

My best friend Om.He is my best friend and that too since childhood.We had a lot of fun together and we still do, the only problem is that he has more interest in girls and I am a one-woman man.My mind says that my life should be spent only with one girl.The person with whom we love and marry, and even at the time of death, that person's face should be in front of our eyes.

Om does not believe so, he feels that life is precious so how can it be spent with a girl? Living with a girl means spending your entire life in one dress. Now this is not possible, is it? This is the only difference between us, everything else is the same.

Look, while talking, I also came to my house. Okay, the house lights are off.This means that my mother has slept and now I can do my work.

My room was not very high up, it was on the second floor, but the problem was that if someone else saw it, it would cause trouble.In India, people are more interested in knowing what happens in their neighbors' houses than in their own. I looked around and didn't see anyone there so I started my work.  I held the pipe tightly and slowly started going up. I am used to all this because whenever there was a party at night, I used to come down like this and after the party was over, I used to come up like this. This was the reason why I was going to my room like a monkey.

I slowly reached my room with the help of pipe where it was dark at this time. There had to be darkness because I myself was not present there. I slowly opened my window. Of your right thought window. I have set my window in such a way that it becomes a door for me to go in and out. Now it's not my fault if I have to go to a party at midnight then what will a poor guy do?

As soon as I went inside my room, I felt something had changed.  It didn't seem as if this was my room. I was not here for a few days, so my mother made my room look like this. I am definitely going to call after he wakes up.

Thinking all these things, I lay down in my bed when suddenly someone attacked me. Who has so much courage to attack Dev Choudhary?

Someone tried to attack me but maybe he didn't know who I was. I am the boxing champion of my college. In the darkness there was no way to know who was attacking me. He probably had some wooden object in his hand and tried to attack me.

Before that attack could reach me, I stopped it in the air. The room was dark, nothing could be seen but I am a boxer who can recognize where the bar comes from. I caught hold of his hand and turned it backwards and pressed it so hard that the person in front of me screamed.

Our house is on one side of the road, so even when the room is dark, there are some outside lights that come in at some places. Even in the dark, I could see some parts of the room where none of my things were.

But I could not keep my eyes off my room because my books were not visible here. I admit that the room was dark at that time, but the light that comes into our room from the street light next to our house goes straight to my books.

I like books very much and I want to keep reading it always. I know I'm a boxer so what? Don't you read boxing log books? No matter how good it is, I like reading books very much.

The point here is not whether I like reading books or not, the point here is that I cannot see my books. I heard a voice saying that the one whose hand I had twisted was a girl because her voice was very thin. I am a boxer, so how could I attack a girl? I left her hand. I immediately switched on the light and there was a thin girl standing in front of me.

I looked at my room where ladies' clothes were lying everywhere. In the place where my favorite books were kept, clothes were kept and that too ladies' undergarments. I didn't even pay attention to the girl, she was looking at me and probably trying to identify me.

I didn't even notice that I was in a girl's room at midnight and that too quietly. I didn't even think whether that girl would consider me an injury or a rapist?