Yours to revenge

Yours to revenge

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Highest Ranking: #8 in General fiction on 05/06/2017 "When you begin a journey of revenge, start by digging two graves: one for your enemy, and one for yourself." - Jodi Picoult _____________________________ She is not here neither her things .Taking long steps at a time I thoroughly checked, all the rooms in my suite.She left me without a word, she didn't even ask me any questions ,she just left me. Just like the realization struck me, her soft voice on the late hours of night echoed in my ears.It's not a dream as i thought to be. She knew all along.The words kept drumming in my ears. "Arjun , I am yours to be loved and yours to be revenged " "$#!t S#!t S#!t , Chand what have I done to you?" _____________________________________ Why does Arjun start this game of revenge? Why Chandini? Does Chandini loves Pradeep the way he loves her? Does Pradeep really love her?!So what is happening with Chandini? Is she stupid to let Arjun revenge her?Or she have any plans for Arjun? _____________________________ Warning:Disturbing contents as story progresses Image Source: Google PS: This is my first proper story? Cover credits :@omahazeeya☺☺

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