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Yet, the man’s piercing, intimidating glare cut through the downpour and met Dev’s.
He wanted to tear away. His ugly stare stirred up a storm, one that made him restless, but he held on. He felt no reason to break the connection. Nothing wrong had happened here, and this guy needed to know that. For some reason, he didn’t seem like an easy-going, understanding kind of person.
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The rain had managed to soak the clean, dry laundry at places, so Bhoomika spread them out to dry on a stand. She glanced out the window to see Dev’s train slowly pull out from the crossing.
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