Vow To Hate You
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"Are you sure about this, Kabir?" Ayaan asked.
"Yes."
"Dad won't be happy if he gets a hint of what you are doing," he said again.
"He won't be happy with me anyway," Kabir said, taking a long drag of his cigarette before crushing it under his shoes. His emerald orbs burning with a rage that could destroy the world.
"And it was supposed to be him instead of me doing what was correct," he said looking out of the window.
"What if you are wrong?" Ayaan asked.
The moment Kabir turned around and looked directly into him, Ayaan straightened his back and said, "Her details are there in the file."
"What about other arrangements?" Kabir asked while glancing at the file.
"Ready."
"Good," Kabir said, opening the file and looking at a girl's picture, "we will meet soon, Ziniya."
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