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Shivam Pov:-
"This is all that I could dig out. "
Frustration. That is what I am feeling. With myself, with this f*****g i***t Jack, and with everything around me.
" GET OUT" I yelled at him, to which he just f*****g looked at me, like I was saying, 'hello jack, good morning'. This f*****g bastard smiled at me, irking me more than I am.
I slammed my hand hard against the glass table, knocking out all the things that seemed to irritate me and mock me to the floor. The shattering s
