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THE BAID MAN AND THE.FIY

THE BAID MAN AND THE.FIY

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On a hot summer day a baid man was sitting in his sweet shop. A lot of flies were buzzing around the tasty ,tempting sweets to sit on them. The man thought to himseif, 'i must not let any fly sit on the sweets or my sweets will get spoilt and then who would buy them? so, he constanly moved his hand left and right and up and down to fly them away. A fly saw this and sat on the baid head of the man and bit it.the bald man got out and slapped his head order to kill the fly. The fly at once flew from the man's head and said mockingly ,"stupid man! you tried to kill me for just biting you.look! you hurt yourself by slapping your own head hard." The man said to the fly ,"i did not hit myself intentionally ,so i am not feeling bad. but you are a very bad fly .you suck human blood and trouble them for no reason .i am ready to suffer a bigger loss than hitting myself if l can just kill you!" THE END ! ! ! !
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"The fuck you are leaving me." His roar cracked through the hall like lightning. Ara didn't blink. She stood there, calm as death, done to her core. No tears. No tremble. Just a weary exhale as she turned her back on him - the one thing he never thought she'd do. Before she could take a step, his hand shot out, gripping her arm like he was holding on to life itself. "Where are you going, Ara!" His command shook the pack. But she wasn't his to command. Not anymore. Ara ripped her arm free with a force that made even his wolf recoil. "Don't. Touch. Me." Her aura slammed into him, cold and merciless. "You think I'll stand here and watch you mate and breed her?" she hissed, every word a dagger. His throat bobbed. "She meant nothing." She laughed - sharp, broken, brutal. "Yeah? That's why you were fucking her in your office? Couldn't even hide the scent of your betrayal." "Ara, it was a mistake-" She stepped closer, eyes blazing. "Your mistakes come in episodes, Alpha. Season one, season two, season three. You don't make mistakes. You make choices." He swallowed hard. "I don't need her. I need you." "Lies," she spat. "Every damn sentence you breathe is a lie. I can't even look at you without feeling sick." He flinched like her words physically hit him. "That female behind you?" she pointed, not bothering to glance. "Perfect for you. Go mark her. Breed her. Hell, fuck her for all I care." Her voice cracked - but she kept going, blade steady even when bleeding. "I don't need you. Not anymore." His knees crashed to the floor. The mighty Alpha. On the ground. For her. "Ara... I'm sorry. I'm really fucking sorry." His voice broke like he finally understood what loss tasted like. She stared at him with a sad, devastating smile. "Isn't it too late for that, Mate?" One tear escaped - and she crushed it away with her thumb. Then she turned. Walked. Didn't look back. But he didn't chase her. Because he knew. He didn't just lose her. He wrecked her.

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