She stares at the message. Then locks the screen. Not now. She can’t be “Didi” right now. Not while her eyes still smell of last night’s cologne. She walks to the bathroom, turns on the tap. The water is cold. She splashes it over her face, watching as mascara streaks down like ink on a dying letter. In the mirror, she looks younger than she feels. Older than she is. She laughs. No... https://in.tottaa.com/call-girls/uttar-pradesh/noida