Ready for this
Shaurya We had found a shelter and night had already fallen and I looked ahead and saw the trees through which the route continues and, according to the minister, it was also a dangerous one. “What are you thinking?” Prashant asked me and I looked at him. “There is nothing that I am thinking.” I said, and he was looking quite unsatisfied with the answer that I had given to him. “What’s with that look?” “What is bothering you?” “What should bother me?” I looked at him with a questioning look and he was taken aback by my questioning. “Well, there shouldn’t be anything that should bother you,” he said while scratching the back of his neck. I stood up and he looked at me and I looked back at him and smiled as usual in a cheerful way. “Then I am not bothered by anyone,” I said. “Why hav
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