Friendship with the Mafia.
As expected, Nikita came to my house. Despite of so many problems, we enjoyed the entire night. It's the same morning when I saw the most tragic accidents. But today's morning is different. Nikita is heading to the institute with me rather than walking from the other side of the road. We are waiting at the bus stand for that black car to come. "Why are we here? Whom we are waiting for?" Nikita asks. "I want to rest here for a bit. Can I? Just for a minute." I say. She agrees, and we sit there. We explore those couples and that man on the phone. This time the dog didn't startle me because we've been admiring the dog before he barks. Yes, it startled that boy in a blue hoodie. Jayesh is scanning the road for the black car. As per my description, the car must pass by now. One black ca
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