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Shayra looked at Yash's back; he was about to open the door of the shower cubical although it was enough to fit 7 people at once in it still the space seemed too small to Yash, as if he was suffocating.
" We had promised each other something Yash, the 7th vow of our wedding, " Shayra said as she held his hand and made him look at her.
Yash's heart was throbbing in his chest; his expression changed into one of anger; of course, he knew what Shyra was talking about, he had an idea what she was going to ask from him.
" We had promised each other that we can ask for one thing from each other... the other one has to give it, do you remember, " Shayra said as she locked her arms around Yash's neck.
Yash held her waist almost in a painful grip; Shayra smiled at him, "
