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|Part-18|

Some people are not loved They are kept.

The first rays of the Dubai sun pierced through the sheer curtains of the suite, casting long, golden needles across the room. I hadn't slept. Not for a single second. I had spent the entire night propped up against the headboard, watching the steady rise and fall of the chest of the man who had ruined my life.

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