Kyunki vo tumhare dil ko aise chooti hai jaise aur koi nahi choo sakta Shivaay. She burst out of the kitchen entrance and stumbled out into the back garden of the Mansion. Walking aimlessly in a straight line, stumbling on the grass, uncaring that her beautiful lehenga was being dragged on the ground. She stopped when the noise from the house was inaudible. Willing herself to take deep breaths, she fought with gasping wheezes. Anyone who saw her would think she was choking on something.
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