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oss the track. Other than his job, she had become his favorite part of the day. She was like a good luck charm that made his day blessed and

al). He shook his head, feeling very amused. Serio

us train feathers opened wide, her luscious, glossy wet hair was left

, and red, powdery sindoor on the parting of her

he slowly recoiled into himself. H

the weird, sick feeling bubbling in his gut. So what if she’s married, he scolded himself, what’s your

he wished that