Destiny has chosen our path
It was sunset and they both had arrived at the old man’s house. Surprisingly Viruz was there with the old man. The old man was there in the kitchen when Viruz went for the door. They both entered and they made themselves comfortable in the old man’s seats like they used to. They saw Viruz, shirtless while his wounded hand was tied round with a light pure white cloth. “Hi, Viruz!” Jonas hailed as he saw Viruz came to open the door for them. “Jonas, Sir, welcome. I’m happy to see you both” Viruz said as he sits down on a wooden chair opposite Sun and Viruz. “Happy to see you too. Where’s the old man?” Sun asked. “He is inside. I think he is making dinner” Viruz said. “How’s your injury? What’s the need for the fabric on your hand?” Sun asked again. “The old man said that I will need t
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