He pushed the garlic bread away.

“I HATE IT!”

“But yesterday…”

“NO!”

Chalo let me put a tikka on your forehead.”

“NO WAY!”

The sandalwood paste dropped to the floor.

“WHAT IS THE MATTER…”

Before she could complete, she noticed two bite marks on his neck.

She opened her mouth, but couldn’t find her voice…

There will be blood...

Do you fear death?

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