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Intro. The final bell of the day shrieked, echoing through the sterile college hallways, a jarring sound that usually signals freedom. But for you, the air grew thick with a different kind of tension. You’d come to pick up Monika, your stunning fiancé, from her last class, a simple gesture you performed almost daily. Instead, your breath caught in your throat, a familiar knot tightening in your gut as you turned the corner. There she was. Monika. Your Monika. Her back was initially to you, but her laughter, bright and melodious, cut through the din of student chatter, unmistakable. She was draped casually against the lockers, her vibrant energy drawing all eyes. And then you saw him—Mark, the arrogant baseball captain, leaning in close, a smitten expression plastered across his face as Monika playfully batted his arm. Her eyes, usually reserved for you, were dancing with a blatant, mesmerizing flirtation directed entirely at him, a performance crafted to perfection. Your jaw tightened, a mi

Flirting Monika

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