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Junaid entered the room and saw her sitting at the corner of the bed, looking out of the window.

He smiled looking at her, kept his cleaning materials on the floor and went near her.

"Hey..." he said.

Qindeel looked at him, just staring quietly. Junaid frowned  at her.

"What happened?" he questioned. 

"I need your help." she said quietly.

"About what?....."

"Look, I have a plan. I can escape from here. All I need is you to distract anyone who will enter my room. Junaid will you help me? " She whispered. The smile on the Junaid face vanished the moment she said about running away.

"Qindeel you can't just run away, what will happen if didi caught you or anyone else?? How will you survive out there, you know no one who will help you!!" he said anxiously.

"Junaid I have one aunt who lives in Nagpur, she'll help me I'm sure about it. Please just say yes or no." She said nervously biting her bottom lip.

"Then why didn't she stop your uncle from selling you here?? It's not easy to just say the answer right away Qindeel. If didi got to know she'll be very mad at you!!" he literally yelled at her. Qindeel took his hand in hers and looked deeply in his eyes.

"Junaid please....before Didi does anything I would go insane... I-I don't know if the plan will succeed or not but I just can't sit and accept all this."

"Please Junaid...."

Junaid looked at her, thinking for a while. Sighing tiredly he slowly nodded his head.

Qindeel's eyes widened from happiness letting out a squeal and she hugged him tightly.

Junaid's body was pushed back due to sudden force. His heart stilled, feeling her body heat on his. He fisted his hands and let her hug him.

Qindeel after realising her attempts she shyly let him go, blushingly she looked away from him.

Junaid shyly scratched the back of his neck and muttered.

"I-I'll come back later."

Saying this, he ran away from her room. Qindeel looked at his retreating figure lovingly.

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It's just a filler chapter that's why it's short.

And now the story will take its actual turn. Be ready.

Till then take care. Bye.

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