The Contingent Love
Her beautiful doe eyes were turned red and still moistened.
"Coffee?" I squeezed her palm.
"Who are you?" Her friend shouted at me. I glared at her.
"It's okay, you helped. But how dare you to touch my friend?" She shouted again on me, trying to remove my hand.
"Nimmi, stop," She hardly spoke.
"What? I can punch him hard," Nimi played a pinch. I smiled at her, it comes anonymously. She has her best friend, who can do anything for her. I met them one by one, Khushi, Dylan and now Nimmi.
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