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π™ˆπ™ͺ𝙠𝙖𝙙𝙙𝙖𝙧: 𝘼 π™π™–π™‘π™š π™Šπ™› π™„π™£π™šπ™«π™žπ™©π™–π™—π™‘π™š π™‘π™€π™«π™š

"𝙰 πš–πš˜πš—πšœπšπšŽπš›, πš‘πšŽ πšœπšŠπš’πš? πšƒπš‘πšŽπš— 𝚊 πš–πš˜πš—πšœπšπšŽπš› πš‘πšŽ πšœπš‘πšŠπš•πš• 𝚜𝚎𝚎." ............ "So, Miss Mehtab Malik…" he sneered. "Or should I say… monster?" He crouched in front of me, his breath ghosting over my face. "How do you live so easily, as if nothing happened?" I stiffened. "How do you sleep after destroying someone’s future?" I bit down on my lip, my fists clenching. "How do you smile knowing you made a mother cry helplessly, night after night?" His voice rose with every word until it was a deafening roar. My ears rang, a sharp pain shooting through my head. "But don’t worry," he said, his tone suddenly light, almost amused. "I’m here to make sure you never live with guilt." I lifted my eyes to his. He smirked. "No need to thank me." Then, without warning, he raised the rod high, bringing it down with brutal force. I squeezed my eyes shut, bracing for the impact

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