CH 12 || The Face Off

A/N: Translation For Italian Words are at the end

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Aditi

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Cross-legged, the man from my past was sitting at twelve o'clock, exhibiting no signs of conceding. His eyes glued to the legal papers kept in his front which were probably my documents whilst I was on tenterhooks on my seat, even when his eyes weren't on me.

He wasn't the same as that night, half a year ago. I conjured up the night, where he was wearing a brown leather jacket, underneath which was a black tee. A pair of black jeans was his lower wear and his hairs, disheveled, not gelled up at all. Uncouthness was dripping from his personality as if he just stepped out of a wild dream of mine.

Even In his rough look that night, he looked quite fetching His winsome smile for me, even when he seemed in a soul crippling affliction had bowled my mind.

My life was already not at par and then the tempest of a few months back was in front, whom I had assumed to be defunct.

"You are married." He said to himself, flipping t