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The heart was made to be broken
-Oscar Wilde
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🐶Vikrant's hand traveled through her stomach to near the bra. Pankhuri tears went on as her eyes had started to slowly close.
Her flashbacks became stronger and stronger, the history was about to be repeated again.
The nearly same kiss.
The same pulling by her leg.
The same closing her mouth.
The same everything.
'Don't worry Pankh... Your best friend has got me the permission to do this... It will be all fun' He winked at her and even after seeing her faint away slowly.
A brat he was after all the fact that a small village girl was the reason behind his insult was something which he never digested and never was gonna.
And the only thing he could think of at the moment was getting his fake masculinity in front of his friends even if it involved taking her dignity.
Vikrant with a lot of difficulties managed to get his hands under her top when she finally lost her consciousness. He smiled and started to kiss her neck and cleavage, leaving her mouth he held her waist tightly pinching it. Unknown the guy running towards him with a bat in his hand.
As he continued to get lost and fed on his fake masculism, Aryan ran behind him with a wooden bat in his hand. His blood boiled in anger and the only thing he did was nearly break the bat on his back.
'Aahhh...fucking shit...' Vikrant moaned in pain and fell on the side of Pankhuri.
He opened his eyes and saw Aryan which lighted the fire of anger. He got up to beat the shit out of Aryan but before he could Aryan smacked across his face with the bat, causing him to fall back on the ground but this time his phone found its way out of his pocket.
As Vikrant tried to handle himself and forgot about the phone which allowed Aryan to the opportunity and get rid of the video. He pulled the bat over his head and crashed it onto the costly phone causing it to shatter into a million pieces.
Aryan continued to break the phone until he was satisfied that the video no more can be restored. He threw the bat onto the floor and took a deep sigh of relief forgetting about the devil boy next to him.
And before he knew he pushed by Vikrant causing him to fall from the threshold of the washroom onto the ground. Vikrant started to choke him while sitting over him.
Aryan tried grabbing his hands and stop him but miserably failed. He struggled to try to free himself, he started to search for anything on the ground next to him while patting on the ground but got nothing.
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