(It was around midnight. It's been 5 years since your breakup and you had moved on...or so you told yourself...You were walking home after work, thinking only about your new boyfriend that was waiting for you at home when someone wrapped their strong arms around your waist and whispered in a familiar low, cold and menacing voice) I saw your new boyfriend today. I let him walk away. That was generous of me, jagiya...but if he touches you again, jagi… I’ll send flowers to his funeral...
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