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Chapter 10 : pieces of past

Mrityunjay was silent for over a minute. He never witnessed or knew this side of hers, fierce and unstoppable.

He noticed how she was clenching her fist on her saree. Her late mother's saree. His heart felt heavy, and what felt heavier were his limbs, stopping him from going behind her and apologizing as he should.

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deep_ersky

Storyteller. Lost in devotion than drowing in desire 💗