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Story of a college going girl who fall in love with the person who was already in love wIth someone else.
He was Unaware from her love. She was living with her one-sided love.
He was her nafs but for him she was nothing but a class fellow.
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"Mein puch rha hun itni raat ko akele hostel ke bahar kya kr rhi ho..?" He asked her looking at her feared figure.
"Vo...hum..mov..movie dekhne aye the..." she said trying to wriggle in his hold.
"Hum kon??...kiske saath ayi ho...?" He asked getting furious listening "hum" from her mouth. He himself don't know why it was effecting him.
Akshita squeezed her eyes in pain she was pulling his hand from her waist but he was not ready to leave her.
"Hilna bnd kro aur mujhe btao hum kon.....kis ldke ke saath ayi ho.." he whisper yelled in anger moving his face closer to her.
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