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49. Meet again?
Abraham
I came down to the function hall, following her as I spotted her near me, talking to Daniel.
"You had gone to handle him. I can see how you handled it", he scowled at her. I wish I could take his eyes out for watching her like this.
"What?", she frowned.
"Your lipstick is spread out all over your face, so as the rest of makeup. As far as I remember your hairs weren't messy when you came with me", he said.
"Moron! Yes, she had had sex with me. You should fucking know that you're just a bloody brat", I screeched into my mind.
"So? I told you I usually get messed up with him. And we're not married yet. Stop spying on me", Amayra rumbled as I smirked to myself. No matter how much she said she was not gonna trust me, she was taking on Daniel well.
"I hope it won't happen after marriage", Daniel spoke. "But he has to pay for attacking me"
I turned around and went to others.
"Abraham!", Shabbir exclaim
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