Kitchen mein dhuan aur jali hui roti ki mehak abhi bhi hawa mein tair rahi thi. Sunaina ne kaanpte haathon se apni saree lapeti thi, uske jism par abhi bhi aate aur Vikram ke paseene ka nishaan tha. Vikram wahi khade apni pant ki belt bandh rahe the, unke chehre par ek aisi vijeta wali muskaan thi jo kisi shikaari ke chehre par shikaar ke baad hoti hai.
Tabhi, bungalow ke main door ke khulne ki aawaz aayi. *KHATTT!*
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