Gotcha. Finally, I could see your real face, Aruna. Raged. Ambitious. Bold. So much masked by your well-managed artificial manners.
How can I be so blind, not realizing that fires of anger might possibly spark up your body, your straightforward words? I knew you meant it. Every single word. Mazmur was somewhat blind, but Iqbal was just as bewildered as me.
Hey, Aruna, Darling. You think you're the only girl in the world deserving all the praises and compliments? The mirror on the wall is there for you to see. To open up your mind. To be realistic. They are all supposed to go for me. All the victory and fandom.
Sound of drums rumbled through my ears. It marked something: the war has just begun. Just. Wait. And. See. Aruna, Darling.
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