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t love, but the images are too blurry and livid to remember. I often get flashbacks, but the pictures are s

elp it because, in the end, I'm a human too. I'm human with frustration and anger. I even had some emotional mental breakdown because of it. Cons

nto this? Just how? How does saving a life got me into something like this?

iver at just one glance. I need to admit that bastard is very devilishly handsome, who can make any wo

Malika Rajvanshi. A strong Indian woman and I'm proud to say that I'm her daughter. Annika Rajvanshi. Yes, we are both Indians. At lea

told me about, but I'm more than curious to know about my past seven

sing, and I'm so eager to find out about it. I'm twenty-four, but I only remember my past seven

room. I was sitting near the big glass window from the past hours, but

scared kitten to even glance at them. Oh god, how am I supposed to get out of here?

The opening of the door caught my attentio

is you

I met on that day. He was the one holding a gun with that arrogant smile of his. He was

e muscular and taller than Lorenzo, but handsome nonetheless. Vincenzo has sharp, de

renzo spoke with an arr

d if you continue gazin

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myself or

n eyebrow b

you staring at me, doc

bout something el

the reason why I was here in the

n when I burst out on

about Vincenzo while sitti

ting earlier. How did he guess so right but not so right? Because what if Vincenz

y throat be

thing I wish

amused like he fo

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but he's less scary than

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want to do, especially i

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losing the door behind him. I continued to stare at the door with my scrunched eyebrows. What does h

ng around, I rushed towards the glass window to see if the guards were still there, but to

ing down my forehead

o has call