Dolly or Shaloni, a beautiful girl comes from a small village in Bihar (Madhubani) a demonic, lawfully innocent, filled with soaring ego and brimmed with delusional fantasies of intelligence, stuffed with eidolon of beauty and is characterized by an inflated sense of self-esteem and overestimation of her characteristics.

Well that was a formal definition. Lets dig deeper, we celebrate her happy birthday in first week of May, and since she was born, she has been pestering the very species created by god, "innocent men". She grew up in small towns and cottage like houses, filled with the vexation that her dad never considered her comfort, and did not even buy a "dining table" for the house...LOL. So what dad never bought me a Jet.

She further grew up, and with her age she attains a self esteem. However, the rate at which the self esteem is inflated is exponentially proportional to her age[lemma-1]. She goes to some school in Patna, where she falls for a guy the name of whom I don't recall. All this time, infact till today, she believes that she deserves the best (in fact, I at once believed in that, when she victimized me), so she starts dreaming of marrying people who have attained the most severe positions in society.

Oh, yes she is beautiful, and perhaps that was the reason of lemma-1. Like the most averagely qualified, girls she studies and studes and keeps on studying, becomes Owners of inflated lineage based surmise. When it comes to profession, her alibi towards her mediocrity is in-just justice of god. On her path to attain masters, she passes three damn years, doing god knows what, preparing for god knows what exams, and after those long tedious years, she cracks the CAT with 100 percentile and tops the IAS examinations. Kidding.., she cracked some good college at Hyderabad, and decides to attend it.

Well she now reaches Hyderabad, and that is the first out of home excursion for her. She was now on her own, no parents to restrict the dressing, no elders to keep a check on drinking, late night parties. Yes, she could make a boyfriend and no one would question her. The small town girl, gets to live the life of night discos and club sodas. Makes a boyfriend, treats him like a dog, and you don't have to guess it, he was a Bengali. He would do all her assignments, projects, presentation and she would just enjoy the fun out of love. LOL..

Out of college, with some kind of flying colors, she joins some company at Bangalore, and those were the times, I started falling in love with her. She had a bitchy colleague there, about whom she would always crib over the phone, and she left the company, joined another one at Mumbai, and still cribs of her decision to switch. The only place where the bitch couldn't win over men was at her profession.

Yes, that's true, she made things clear to me, I would step out of things if parents were not willing to accept, but things were in different equation at that point of time. After being physically involved, accepting another's man's personality and deciding to go forward with it, you don't just bitch your way out. Living Relationship is still is a big deal in India, and you decided to fall into that with me. If you never had guts to make this happen on your own, you should have controlled your steroids for a few more days and waited for things to take place in shape.