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She is a fucking Princess, I saw her wrapped in that white saree which I actually bought for her. The moment I saw that saree, I thought of her.
I knew she'll look pretty in it, but she looks even better than what I had expected.
"Divyam..." I heard my name and quickly gave a nod.
"Yeah?" I spoke coming out of my thoughts.
"Can we go home now? I am tired and also I cannot stand anymore, my ankle hurts" She complained.
I signalled Reet and Taran that I want to have a conversation with them.
"Kya hua?" Reet asked.
"Just check her ankle once" I said.
"It's swelling more, take a seat Tanvi or it will take longer to cure" Reet was seriously concerned.
I carried Tanvi towards a table and asked her if she wanted to eat something.
"Kuch nahi khaana, just take me home" Her face was red by now.
"Reet, I need an appointment for tomorrow" I said and soon left for home.
I had to carry her all the way as she was sobbing badly.
"Should I get an ice pack?" I asked.
"Please"
I held the ice pack over her swollen ankle and tried to soothe her pain.
She was trying to remove her jewellery, I could see the discomfort on her face. So I helped her and as I was about to move away, I felt a tug on my sleeve.
The pallu of her saree was stuck with my watch.
She swiftly removed it and I changed into some casuals.
"You want to change?" I asked.
"No, it's fine" She said and tried to sleep.
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