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Chapter 11

IRIS

It hurts.

My chest hurts.

I was mentally screaming this thing in my head for a while now.

After my sobs subdued and I created my distance from Tristan which neither he liked for his own reasons nor I liked due to the lack of warmth and soon a strong wave of pain enwrapped my chest.

Maybe my poor heart didn't actually appreciated my crying and for all of this I completely blame those paparazzi.

Like uninvited guest, they showed up at the airport and bombarded us with their questions. Some of their questions made me question already my self doubted dignity. In simple words, though it was my first encounter with them but I already hate them.

Soon a pair of closed golden gates came in view. Beyond those gates, stood a mansion proudly. The mansion screamed luxury and money.

As the car came in front of the gates, the gates

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