HIS INARA

HIS INARA

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"so-r-ry p-lea-se l-ea-ve " she literally begged infront of him "currently that's not what in my mind, what really happened to you"he asked her by coming to the straight point "i -i " she started roaming her beautiful big pitch black eyes around where she was "okay, may be you nee-" his words were interupted by his man "sir ,i think she can't understand the language as she is not from here " "andrew i know she doesn't seem to be an Italian that is why iam talking in English,idiota" his Italian accent started squeeze out as he got irritate ofcourse he knew that .. "sir ,i mean we found her in raj gupta's villa ,may be she was his maid or even worse"he said "what do you mean ?" he asked as he started to get curious "sir ,she is an indian"
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