As I stormed into the mansion, my anger simmered just below the surface. Why the fuck was she still bringing up the topic of marrying Zeeshan? She knew I'd be angry, yet she persisted. I left the conversation, not wanting to show her my anger on her birthday. But the mere mention of Zeeshan's name made my blood boil. I hated that fucker. I should have killed him six years ago, but he escaped.
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