"In every part of the universe, you're going to stay angry at him?" Kriti mused, but a smirk was apparent on her face. It was amusing for her how Kabir and I were fighting, ignoring each other for past few days.Ignoring her jab, I removed the cover from the flowers and put them in the vase. Glancing down at the rotten flowers, I smoothed down one of their petals with a sad smile. How ironical. We love them at the first, but when they start to wither, they were just a thing of a sore eye. All they desired was love and care of someone to realize how important were they, that once you loved them and you can love them again."I'm not angry at him," I stated, slouching on my hostel bed. "I was at first, but not now. I can see from where he came, but he lied."She hummed, walking steadily around the small room of mine and Fiza. "Good thing she's not here," she said, "She gets on my nerves every single time. How do you handle her?""She has a good heart.""Ah, sweet Alina, thou hast cleft my
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