His secret
He promised me, he had promised to leave all his illegal work behind.
No my Ansh, my Ansh can’t do this to me. I trust him, I trust him with my life.
‘That is why you are still hiding,’ her inner self mocked as her throat ran dry.
‘I know my Ansh will prove me wrong,’ I said to myself as beads of sweat rolled down my spine. The cold chill of terror is not helping at all.
I curled myself to the side on the floor of the car so that his graze does not land on me; he drove for a full 30 minutes before he stopped. And walked out of the car.
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