Their True Love✔️
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"Go straight at the end of right side you will see a red and black car, at the back of the car you will find something."
It was from that unknown number. I slowly walked straight and when I saw red and black car i went toward the car's back with slow steps. When I reached there no one was there not even anything.
Then i heard a voice, after hearing it I stood frozen on my spot. I started shivering hearing that voice. I gulped and slowly turned around, my eyes widened with shock and fear seeing that person.
"Hello my princess! Long time no see," That person said with a smirk on their face.
No no no this can't happen. No this cannot happen. He can't be here. He can't come back. My whole body was shivering seeing him standing in front of me. I felt tears one by one slip from my eyes.
"Missed me didn't you? Even I missed you alot princess," He said taking a step closer to me.
"No, No do-don't co-come near m-me," I said shivering.
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Started: 27/May/2020
Ended: 28/June/2021.
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