Again, his room was filled with sobs and growls. He was feeling her absence; he wants her.
Their story was not ended, their story was stopped on a semicolon ;
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Again, his room was filled with sobs and growls. He was feeling her absence; he wants her.
Their story was not ended, their story was stopped on a semicolon ;
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"Excuse me!! How dare you to talk to me like this?? Do you know who I am?" He roared at Vanika in loud voice pointing his index finger towards her.
"Prime minister ke bete ho tum?? By growing this be...