So, he approached her stumbling , fatima sat two steps backwards , he looked someone different today , he was not the same man
So what , he moved firward , fatima s legs hit the sofa placed in the lounge, zarar clutched her by her hair
Zarar leave me , she tried to free herself from his clutches , but he was not listening at all
You will. Dump me , he pulled her face closer by pulling her. Hair clutched in his hands , his eyes questioning , her face was a display of harrassment,
What are you doing !her voice trembling her courage cracking
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