Seventy seven
My eyes trailed her features, one after another until it ended at her toes. Her smile was sweet but there was a warning not to trust her. The lemon green and pink salwar kameez she had on was pretty. Tresses of black hidden under a transparent dupatta fell down her back complementing her creamy skin. Silver bangles adorned her slim wrists. Her defined face made up to perfection. I shifted my eyes to the butler next to her. “Assalamu alaikum” she greeted flashing her white teeth. Her perfume overpowered the air in the foyer. “Walaikum salam” I said taking sudden dislike at her. I don’t know why but just have a feeling she was no good. “Leonard” I heard Nani’s voice. Nani walked into the foyer. “Arzoo!” she beamed taking steps as fast as her legs could lift her. “Nani” Arzoo grinned rus
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