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16. BROKEN SOUL šŸ’” ā¤ļøā€šŸ©¹

The steam from my fifth cup of black coffee offered no warmth; it was just a bitter fuel for a brain that was starting to scream.

The silence in the penthouse was thick, punctuated only by the clicking of Shaurya’s keyboard and the rhythmic, slow exhale of Agastya’s cigar smoke.

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AUTHOR MEDUSA

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Recently I have opened a small shelter for stray dogs and cats. No force to anyone. If anyone are willing to they can help me out. That's all. Thankyou.

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AUTHOR MEDUSA

I write dark hearts, dangerous secrets, and love stories that feel more like a war than a fairytale. In my world, obsession is stronger than love, and nobody leaves unscarred. šŸ–¤ šŸ”žā¤ļøā€šŸ©¹ā˜ ļø

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