Shreya was in her room lying on her bed with heavy dark circles under her eyes, bruise on her lips, strangled bruise on her neck, looking up at the fan rotating. She closed her eyes and whispered “Abhi”. Her voice was low and tired. Last night when Viren came, Shreya was looking at her and Abhi’s pictures which angered Viren and hurt his already fragile ego.
I just want to say that if you love my story then please support me. As a student, it's hard to take some time out for your passion and it would be very helpful if you can support me so I can also see where it will lead me to.
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