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CHAPTER 8 | FIRE

BILAMDE (ILAM)

I was pacing in my room, the sound of my own footsteps echoed like a drumbeat against the storm inside me. Half of me moved because of the rage clawing at my chest and the other half because I had sent Supriya into that firangi's room to search for anything which was dear to him.

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