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𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐅𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘, 𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐒𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐒. What do we call it? Fear? That can't explain the terror the abused man beneath her feet felt. The eyes. The eyes could clearly tell the emotions he felt right now. The difference was that, everyone refused to acknowledge it. Hell, they did not even bat an eye. Not that they were supposed to do so. A light yelp left from the corner of his lip, as he felt a slight kick on his already bruised skin.
Scoff."That was barely a kick." A cool, sardonic voice. The owner of the voice scoffed again as she side eyed the abused man before picking on her nails as if she did not do anything wrong to the man twice of her age. The disturbingly serene face of hers was ruined by the deep frowns. It bothered her. The fact she was frowning over a nobody like him, made her irked. She could not help but internally curse herself.
"Looks like someone needs mishti doi ( sweet yogurt ) to calm down." The once, maddening sly expression of the teenager instantly turned into a giddy one as a polite and sweet smile bloomed on her face upon hearing the very familiar voice.
"It is about time you come." The sweet sarcasm rolled down her mouth as she playfully rolled her eyes at the older male, but the huge smile betrayed her plan on playing hard to please. Much to the forgotten abused man's pleasure, the teenager quickly withdrew her shoes from his fragile like body and turned her heels on the opposite way, where the dessert awaited for her.
