ýAnd then ?ý Sangita asked unwillingly to the women at the other end of the phone line. She continued, ýthen I found Raja a job at a Dunkin Donut shop through a friend of mine and he was paid under the table since he did not have any legal paper work to work in US. That night, after the work he came to my apartment with a bouquet of rose and wanted to thank me for finding him a work. I asked him to come into my apartment possibly for a drink. He wanted something hard like ýWhiskyý. Since I did not have any whiskey or Vodka with me he went out to get a bottle and came back with one. He single handedly finished a liter of Whisky himself while I had couple of sips. He could not even walk properly after ward so I asked him to stay back and offered him my room and I went to sleep on the sofa. After a while, he put on the lights of my room and came to the living room. He started telling me his stories, basically his past. How his father was connected to the politicians and got the chance to get into the medical school. He somehow managed to pass the exams and with the help of a friend of his father, managed to get the US tourist visa and landed here. For some time, he tried to study for the USMLE but later gave up and started working in a restaurant where I met him. I used to wait tables at the same restaurant where Raja did the dishwashing. We got closer and hung out frequently. I found him extremely nice, unlike the most of the Americans who thought I was too heavy, and did not appreciate my bodily figures at all. Later on with a fight with the manager he was fired from the restaurant and had to go without any earnings for a while. Thatýs when I found Raja a jobý ýWhy the hell you wanted to tell me all these? I donýt even know you and why should I trust your story?ý but I decided to keep quiet and keep listening to her. ýThat night I asked him to go to the bed and sleep. He refused. Instead, he started saying that there was only me who cared in his whole mean world. He started hugging me. He kissed me. He ran his hands all over me. I actually enjoyed his touches and I did not refute at all. Later that night we ended up making love. The love making thing then became regular, yeah very regular. I knew with Raja, there were no emotions involved for me. For him it was just the sex, I was just a medium to fulfill his lust and desires. But I was falling in love with him. He looked good every day. I began to love him more and more. I liked what ever he said and what ever he did. As the days passed by, I could sense him getting irritated with small matters and the fear that revolved around his head impaired his decisions. He was not being able to work properly. He was out of his legal status as his visa expired. He decided to over stay as an illegal as he did not dare to go back to Nepal for he feared that his status/reputation was at stake. He felt his return from the US without any significant achievement might hurt his ego. That was when I started looking for some kind of help for him. I did, in fact, found out a way and told him that we could get married (me being an American and he could get the fiancý visa), at least in paper and save him from being illegal. He agreed to do so without any hesitation. We went to Las Vegas and got married in a churchý.