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'where is Divyanshi?' Ritika exclaimed? It is going to be hard day for her. Trust me that external teacher is going to sue her for coming this late. Today was 12th grade's final physical education practical exam and divyanshi was no where to be seen. Manjeet lives near by so Ritika won't give two fucks of her where abouts. She was late too. Ritika bragged about how punctual she is and what a crook head these two idiots were. But she loved both of them by heart. They have bewitched her heart and soul. Past two years would never have been so much of fun and livid if she never had them. 'rk...' manjeet huffed . Manjeet was late and was scared of getting scolded. What else could have been the reason, Ritika thought. 'Bhai rk, zenith (divyanshi's nick name) is dead. I guess she is. She came under truck and she is not breathing. Her mother called me in the morning , i was getting ready and fuck..men.. what to do now. her last words were exact ritika and manjeet' Ritika had never expected this to be the reason for divynashi's missing attendence in school . She has never seen this cheerful punjabi friend of her and dead divyanshi this miserable and in panic. She herself was in shock for last five minutes. Nothing was making sense to her. She could sense the time has stopped. Why would zenith leave her so early. She always knew zenith never considered her as best friend where she always was there for her. ALWAYS. That is why she left. What next...
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