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Have you ever heard of a Literature student dealing with guns and criminals? Probably only in Shakespearean art, but now we are in...
xviii| revenge is best served spicy ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
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"I will tear your assignments with this knife,"I squint my eyes looking at the culprit in front of my eyes.
"That is a butter knife." The culprit looks at me, flashing a full-blown smile.
"I will still tear it. Give that or I will run the knife across your hard work." I warn pointing my knife at her.
"Aayat." She sighs, striking her forehead with her palm looking at me in disappointment.
"I will count to three." I threaten holding her blue file in my right hand and the butter knife in my left.
"Tear it." She challenges and I struggle to find words.
"I will do it, trust me.." I trail off. Striving to bring the most threatening tone I can muster, I present her with a tricky look.
"I did say tear them, didn't I?" She scowls at me.
My nose flares in anger as I scrutinise my eyes at her. Pouting in anger, I keep gawking at her.
Keeping the file on the table with a loud thud I mutter, "I hate you," I huff twisting my mouth.
I stare at the glass kept in front of her, filled with coffee and froth floating on top, the flavour aroma hitting my nostrils-hypnotising me.
"One sip, please?" I beg and muster a puppy dog face trying to coax her.
"No."
"Ruthless." I sneer at her while all she does is to pick the glass up and takes a huge sip of the cold coffee.
"You can not keep coffee away from me." I declare openly.
"I am going to keep it away from you." She alerts me and I think of booking the next ride home. I don't want to stay with this female modernised version of Hitler.
"Mishti, you are committing a crime keeping a beloved away from its lover. It's a sin, a crime. Just imagine what your family and friends will feel when they come to know that their very own Mishti, doesn't let a girl convene the love of her life." I stand and filmily phrase the dialogue.
