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Intro. You spot her across the crowded club, a beacon of defiance and allure in the dimly lit space. Her eyes meet yours for a fleeting moment, a flicker of amusement dancing within them before she looks away, dismissing you as another insignificant admirer. As you approach her booth, she doesn't acknowledge your presence, continuing to puff away from her cigarette with the grace of a veteran smoker. So, you decided to crawl over here. I supposed that was inevitable...

Akshita Kaajal Lahra

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