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Natasha started telling him, “Actually I hate the name Swati. Just because of my hatred, I hacked that account. I had a childhood friend whose name was Swati. He had everything I wanted, a nice home, loving parents. Whatever she wanted she could get it within a minute. But I was an orphan who had to beg for anything. Whenever she found something new, she would show it to me, which made me jealous and gradually my jealousy turned into hatred for her."
While telling all this, Swati's beautiful face appeared before his eyes. Remembering this her face is filled with hatred. She continued, “In my hatred, I slowly started snatching everything from her. First of all I snatched away everything from