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Mr.Paul arguing with her only daughter, more like forcing her into something she strongly denies.!
The room which is dark, the moonlit night, cold weather only moon light is casting in room.

!The room which is dark, the moonlit night, cold weather only moon light is casting in room

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Aurora: (reluctantly') But dad, for God sake, you're doing this... I'm your own blood.!

Mr.paul: I gave him my words.! I can't step back for your silly rejection Aurora. (Said with done face, Aurora looked down).

Aurora: Father, you never asked my concern before promising me to someone.! Did you?
(With stress visible on her face).

A string of sweat appear on her forehead in cold weather.

Mr.paul: "I want your good, you better obey me.! I'm not your enemy. They way you're refusing me continously. I'm not tolerating this anymore, you have to do what I said"
(Try to persuade her, which is difficult, solely wispers of cold air can be heard).

Aurora: "How can you do this to your own daughter, father?." She sighed with anxiety built in her.

Mr.paul: why are you bickering with me. How rude of you! I never raised you for this day that you stand in front of your father and argue with him.
Said with stoic expression.

Aurora: But father...
Without listening to her he left the room.

She sit on the edge of her bed.
Looking down at her lap, fingers fidgeting with each other.

"How can life be this Cruel to me?Whenever I try to make things work, it backfires"

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"How can life be this Cruel to me?
Whenever I try to make things work, it backfires".

After thinking for a while, she called her bestfriend. Because she's not that close to anyone except "Emma" her bestfriend.

PHONE RINGING:
Aurora impatiently waited for her friend to pick up the call.
She's feeling numb, bitting her nail in worry, cold sweat trailed on her forehead... fighting with her thoughts.

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