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A strawberry-flavored lollipop was in my mouth as I stood on the office balcony.
Mehek's wedding had been postponed for almost a month due to the unexpected death of her buddy.
A shootout happened yesterday in front of my shopping complex. My manager informed me, but he didn't have all the details.
There was a strange feeling. Nothing specific, but there were hints.
We were unable to put everything together. However, I was aware that if we discovered a connection, a significant truth would surface, which may be harmful to those we cared about.
"You're going to damage your teeth with that," observed Satvik, lighting a cigarette and looking at me.
I wrinkled my nose and said, "I need something to distract me from cigarettes." I reached over without thinking, took his cigarette, and threw it from the balcony.
"Don't smoke around me," I said.
"Hey! What the hell, man!" he snapped, faking a punch at my face.
"Feels like I’m going crazy, seeing her everywhere," I muttered, rubbing my eyes.
Then he gave me a sharp pinch on my ear. "Ow!" I yelped.
"First off, you’re not imagining her," he said, watching me with a smirk. "Second, it feels like you're about to be in even more pain than that."
"Wait...is it the police?" he asked, scratching his head.
From where we stood in the office, I could see her walking into the building, flanked by two police officers—and her so-called fiancé.
I couldn’t help but grin. "Well, look who decided to show up."
"Oh, hell. That’s my girlfriend," he muttered, putting a hand over his forehead.
"We are so doomed," he said, looking at me with dread.
"Yeah, absolutely," I agreed, trying not to laugh.
The phone on my desk buzzed, and the receptionist's voice came through, sounding a bit tense. "Sir, someone named Miss Mehek Raychand, along with the police, is here to see you regarding a matter."
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Mehek : The Desired One
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