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“Give us the money,” a man said all of sudden catching Zoya’s hand as she was just about to open the door of the house,

“Money, we know you have it,” two more came as she clenched her purse close to her chest; she could not afford to give off something that was in her purse; one thing she always kept with her.

“Stnach her purse!” the first one said to the others as The other two held her held; Zoya managed to bite on the arm of the guy before she tried to run but was pulled back by her head; The stitch on her forehead hurt as soon as they pulled her hair.

“How much of a valuable thing is in that purse that you are trying to fight us beautiful,” The second guy said as he pulled out a knife from his pocket.

“Stay the fuck away from me,” Zoya was about to hit the guy where the sun does not shine when she saw Kabir at a distance dressed in disguise as a rickshaw wala.

Before she could compute anything else, the guy who was trying to steal her purse was snatched away like
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