Every school or college has this one chick, one bloody oomph chick, who ends up sleeping with everyone on campus. She becomes a part of campus folklore. Her escapades and her lovers are there for everyone to see and judge. Everyone wants to bed the nagarvadhu (bride of the city) and the rest say that they have already had her. She is that sort of girl or, should I say, Rashmi was that sort of girl. From a small Rajasthani town of Jaisalmer in Rajasthan, she had the Marwadi oomph. She was short in height but was buxom with heavy hips ever so enticing. She strode in confidence of her sex appeal and vigour.