Hello everyone! Hope you all are safe and sound.
Welcome to the 4th chapter of "Outburst". In this chapter, there's a surprise waiting for you all. Besides, it's the chapter for which you all must be waiting since a long time. Some minor couples can be seen here too.
Much thanks to Seafoam Green under Twilight, Emerald Vivienne Ramira Ezhil, Cutetyhil, ILoveMyIndia, LadyPeach7 and Scarlet Witch of Terra for reviewing :D
ILoveMyIndia: Brooklyn is surely very mannerless here. So, ultimately he'll get the taste of his own medicine. He's already tasted it twice in the hands of Kai and general students. Of course Kai has the ability of keeping his temper under control and this quality is very rare. In public, I can do it but in my family? My temper burns everything XD This chapter is sweeter but has bitterer sides too. Thank you so much for reviewing and wishing me luck! :D
So...ready for the shock? Enjoy! :P
As always, the brown-haired politician was descending through his red-carpeted stairs, having designed marble railings and twisted like a serpent. He was in his usual flashing brown coat over his folded white shirt and black regular fit pants. The maroon tie was peeping outside, lying down on his chest from the collars. The sickening smell of an erotic perfume was being released from his body. His maids were cleaning the fabric flowers and crystal vases in the living room. His driver was waiting outside, in his personal black Mercedes Benz. His daughter had already left for her university an hour ago and so he didn't have to worry for her. As a result, he was in quite a chilled mood.
"Sir!"
A bald man raced upstairs with a side-bag hanging from his shoulder. His left hand occupied a fresh and folded newspaper on which red, blue and white fonts were imprinted. He was panting, restless for giving an important news to his boss. The leader also halted having his sight, slightly creasing his brows, guessing that his secretary must have come to him for letting him know something fishy.
"I've been grateful today as your informer," The assistant bowed, "After all, you're the center of today's newspaper, Sir."
"There's a proverb in politics, Fusao," Hachiro kept getting down, "Say clearly whatever you have to say."
"Open attack of the students' gang supported by Impoverished Welfare Party (IWP) in the freshers' reception of Tokyo Institute of Technology," Fusao loudly read the paper, pointing at each and every word on its surface so that the politician could see them, "Defended by the general students."
Reading the bold black headline, Hachiro's blood stepped in his brain, rushing up through his vessels. A vein popped up on his forehead. In the last sixteen years, no one had dared point a finger at him, let alone trying to disclose him in a public newspaper.
"Stop it!" The brunette yelled as his secretary trembled, flinching back. Calming his voice down a bit as if nothing had happened, the politician asked, "What's the name of this newspaper?"
"Um…" Fusao unfolded the paper to know its name, "It's called 'Truths of the day'. No other newspaper has published this news except it…well, according to my searches."
"There goes a proverb in politics," Hachiro exhaled, "Face-to-face. Who's the editor of this newspaper?"
"I'm the editor."
The white-haired man, leaning against his revolving chair, replied without even the dots of respect of fear on his face. The A/C was turned on in the room, discharging cold soothing breeze and cooling the chamber. Neat and clean it was with the rows of the tubs of indoor plants arranged in a series. Yet, the sight of the compartment couldn't calm the politician slightly. Never had someone had disrespected him that much. He was one of the most renowned politicians of Japan at that time. Wherever he had gone, he'd always been welcomed and treated with utmost reverence. Who was the editor not to pay any heed to him?
"How dauntless you are!" The brunette threw the newspaper at him, "Didn't your heart tremble a bit to publish this news in such a naked way?"
"My heart would surely have trembled," The editor looked at the headline, "Had the news been false. But I have to admit that publishing true news is a reason of heart-attacks at present, right?"
"Are you the owner of this newspaper?" Hachiro blew a ferocious punch on the wooden table.
"Why?" The publishing supervisor wasn't afraid of his attitudes and behavior, steering at another door, "Do you want to buy this company? Go to that room. You'll find the owner of this newspaper there. If possible, bargain with him. Go!"
Snorting, the politician headed towards the room of the owner. This cubicle was smaller than the previous one but the signs of aestheticism were prevailing there too. Half-lit it was under the antler chandelier hanging from the center of the ceiling, made of the horns of healthy sambar deer. The olive velvet curtains having shiny black linings were thick, covering the window. Neither the light nor the air of the outer world could come in. The A/Cs fulfilled the absence of the comfort and decreased the temperature. The paintings of icy mountains having frosty zeniths bound in rectangular frames were attached to the black-painted walls. The chilliness in the air was quite bizarre to him.
On the black leather revolving chair in front of the square dark-ligneous table whose surface was coated under a transparent glass plate, a man in his late forties was sitting. His face and head were hiding behind a widespread newspaper held in his hands. One leg was placed on another knee, clearly portraying his lack of senses and manners. But unknowingly, it didn't fuel the anger of the politician though he generally couldn't tolerate this type of impertinence. Instead of being annoyed, he felt strange. Those paintings and style of the room decoration seemed much familiar to him but he couldn't remember when he had seen them before it.
"Are you the owner of this newspaper?" Yet, concealing his ill feelings about the man, the politician approached him.
"You must have heard from the editor." Without showing him his face, the owner spoke.
'The voice is seeming so familiar,' Hachiro ruminated, 'Have I heard it before?'
"You're talking to a renowned and respected political personality," He clenched his teeth, not able to take the mannerlessness, "Show your face to me!"
That worked. Slowly, the hands of the owner removed the open newspaper from his face bit by bit. As the politician had his sight, he shrilled inaudibly, cursing himself for ordering the man to reveal his face. His purple hair, olive coat, scrunched nose, creepy smile lingering to his lips-everything was familiar to the brunette. Gasping, he sat down on the chair, facing the editor who was grinning the smirk of the ultimate victory. The notorious leader couldn't imagine how the Russian had come out of the jail and what he was doing there. Soon, a bead of sweat rose on his forehead. Seeing it, the owner simply tilted his head right.
"What are you seeing, huh?" He goggled at his old friend, "A thief, a robber, a womanizer, a terrorist-the person who was all of them once upon a time is a political leader. Woah!"
"Y…you?" Hachiro stammered, still unable to believe his eyes completely.
"Yes!" The violet-head slammed on the table, "I'm that Boris Balkov from whose life you have snatched fourteen years."
"It means…." Tachibana guessed, "You've published this news about me deliberately."
"Hey, that's nothing, buddy," The Russian yawned, "I've only started calling the fishes by dipping my fishing rod into the pond. You know it far well that I have principles but not beliefs."
"What the hell do you want?" The brown-haired man clutched something invisible in his right grip.
"The payback of the last fourteen plus two more years," Boris replied, "Cannot you remember what I said to you before going to prison?"
"Are you trying to blackmail me?"
"Hahaha…" The purple-head laughed, showing him the folded paper, "An instituted smuggler and a self-declared national political leader you are, Tachibana. The world 'Blackmail' must be whiter than a white paper to you. I publish this newspaper only for stripping you before the whole nation. I have no intention of being a servant of this rotten country, hmph!"
"Mr. Boris Balkov, you still have no idea about my power," Hachiro threatened, "I can blow this company up by throwing a detonator at it!"
"No, you cannot," Boris shook his head, "Because I have also set explosives behind your bombers."
"Balkov, there goes a proverb in politics," The politician tried to convince his old friend as well as his new enemy, "You shouldn't leave the tail of a snake after killing it. I should have removed you from this world along with Susumu."
"You have done a great mistake," The Russian tittered, "So, you have to pay a hefty price for it."
Without giving the politician any chance to open his mouth, the purple-haired man pulled out a recorder from the secret drawer of his table. As he turned it on, the voice of the brunette played, surprising his ears:
"Mr. Boris Balkov, you still have no idea about my power. I can blow this company up by throwing a detonator at it!"
The blob of perspiration which had emerged on his forehead before a while trickled down across his jawline now. His lips quivered but he couldn't utter anything. Desperate, he dashed to the owner to snatch the recorder from him but he had to stop his feet at the sight of the tube of the shiny black 9mm pistol held in the hand of the violet-head and targeted right at him.
"This firearm has been licensed legally," Boris commented, "The bullets aren't also fake at all."
"What?" Hachiro's heart shuddered as he bit his lips, "What do you want from me, Balkov?"
"10 million dollars for now." The Russian demanded, itching his neck with the tube of the pistol carefully.
"You'll get it soon," Hachiro stood up, seeing no other way except promising him to fulfill his demand, "After receiving it, you'll have to hand this tape to me."
"I cannot promise anything about that," Boris chuckled, "But I'll think about it, I promise. Hehehe….now you can leave."
Desperately kicking at the ground once, the renowned but helpless politician left the room with a jolt. Behind him, the Russian burst out laughing, making the 9mm pistol dance and rotate, putting his index finger in its trigger-hole.
The two-wheeled motorbike was running through the streets of Bakuten. The handles were in the knuckles of the slate-haired university student, his feet were on the brakes. Behind him, his redhead friend was clutching his shoulders tightly, shielding his head with a shimmering blue helmet with silver streaks. He had insisted his classmate to put it on but the vice president hadn't cared of his own safety more than that of his friend though he hadn't confessed it directly, proudly announcing, "Kai Hiwatari's head doesn't need any helmet." Blowing sands from both the sides of the roads and leaving the rows of erected trees behind, he was driving the bike. His pointed indigo strands were blowing back, icy bangs covered one of his eyes. Suddenly….
"Smack!"
The front wheel of the bike hit the headlight of a silvery blue BMW as the two-wheeler titled right, landing on the ground with the riders abruptly because of its light weight. Having helmet on his head, the redhead got saved but the dual-haired's forehead clashed with the concrete of the road, being gifted a long linear gash there. Within no moment, blood dripped from the wound by his right ear. Immediately, a brunette with a dwarf crimson-haired man came out of the wagon. Quickly, the other Russian held the shoulders of his injured friend for support. The jaw of the Japanese girl dropped seeing the state of the VP of their university.
"Oh my God!" The dwarf secretary of the daughter of the politician slapped his forehead, not even looking at the groaning slate-haired, "One of the headlights have got broken!"
"Shut up, Daichi!" The brunette snapped, gaping at the VP and biting her lower lip. She felt as if someone had been crushing her heart into powder. Fear, regret, worries and a bit of annoyance with her personal assistant come bodyguard claimed her brain. The short man swallowed, stepping back from the place.
"Have you seen his condition?" Hilary seethed, "Only because of us, he's met such a serious accident. We should be the ones to take care of him at this moment. Instead of compensating, we're worrying about our own damages?"
Going to the fallen Russian, she embraced his shoulder in her slender arms and lifted him up with the help of his friend. Daichi opened a door of the car and the brunette took the half-conscious student inside. As his head got slumped on her shoulder, the blood drenched the sleeve of her navy-blue top but she didn't mind. Putting out the handkerchief from the pocket of her jeans, she tied it around his forehead for stopping the continuous bleeding. Gently caressing his head and back, she whispered, "Don't worry, Sir, you'll be alright soon. Just try to stay awake."
Though the image of the sweet chocolate-haired girl was getting blurred before the eyes of the phoenix-prince, he tried his best to keep them open. Sleep made his eyelids heavy but he fought against the coming siesta. He felt that he needed to stay awake even if it was for keeping seeing the beautiful moon-like face of his crush, smeared with worries. Her lower lip was folded inside her mouth. Was she trying to hold her tears? When another hand of her fell on his cheek, red emerged from there but the girl couldn't identify because of the trickling blood from the cut on his temple. Her face heated up in embarrassment seeing him staring at her, with half-lidded eyes, without blinking once.
Soon, Daichi and Tala occupied their respective seats in the front row. Closing all the doors, the shorter redhead started the car for the hospital.
"Ding-dong! Ding-dong!"
The mother was serving rice on the plate of her daughter who was sitting on the chair of the round dining table. Suddenly, hearing the sound of the calling-bell ringing, both them exchanged puzzled stares. Getting up, the lady opened the door as she saw her half-conscious son, slumping over the shoulder of his best friend. White bandage was wrapped around his forehead. He was still snoozing because of the sedatives. Leaving the food, his sister rushed to him as his mother covered her mouth with her palm.
But the slate-haired knew nothing. In his subconscious state, he was dreaming of the brunette, his savior. When his stretcher had been being dragged in the treatment room, she'd always been holding his hand firmly, almost screaming and telling him not to be nervous a bit. He'd been asleep but could have felt her soothing touches on his forehead. His ears had sensed her muffled sniffs too. Had she been apologizing to him for hurting him? He didn't know. Under his closed eyes, only her images were floating.
"Oh my God!" She gasped, "How has it happened, Tala? Another fight in the campus?"
"No, Mrs. Hiwatari, not this time," Tala negated, "Actually, we were returning from the campus on my bike. Kai was driving it. I told him many times to wear the helmet but no, he gave me it instead of putting it on. On the road, our bike collided with a car."
"Oh my God!" Ayaka bit her tongue, "Such a serious accident!"
"Then?" The mother's voice manifested disquiet, "What happened after it?"
"Fortunately, the car belonged to one of the students of our university," The redhead continued, making his ill friend sit on the sofa and leaning his head against the leathery headboard for comfort, "She took him to hospital. After the doctors had declared that Kai had been okay, he got discharged. The injury wasn't much serious but he needs bedrest for a few days," He put out a folded paper from the back-pocket of his pants, "Here remains the prescription. Please make sure whether he's taking the medications properly or not."
"Of course, Tala," Misaki dimly smiled, "Thank goodness that nothing serious happened to him. Thank you so much for taking care of Kai."
"You're welcome, Mrs. Hiwatari." He gently bowed.
"Since you've come here," The sky blue-haired girl offered, "Why don't you have supper with us today? Mom will also feel happy."
"No, Ayaka, not today," The redhead gave a small pat on the head of the schoolgirl, "I'm being late now. Bye."
"See you." Misaki murmured as the fellow Russian left their home after waving at them once. Concernedly looking at her wounded son who was in a deep sleep then, she took a sharp intake of breath, 'Thank you so much also, the unknown girl, for saving and taking care of my son.'
In Tachibana residence, the large dining hall had only two people: The father-daughter duo. Sometimes, the servants were serving foods for them. Sitting on the chairs placed at two opposite directions, they were eating. The cooks were efficient, preparing delicious dishes for the dinner. But unfortunately, no one was enjoying them. The politician had his own worries. The memories of the incident of that morning regarding the unexpected encounter with one of his oldest friends as well as his newest enemies didn't erase from his brain fully. On the other hand, his daughter also couldn't forget the bloody sight of her crush. One of them was guilty, another felt guilt-ridden.
Soon, leaving the plate, the younger brunette stood up. Her father wrinkled his eyebrows at it, "What happened, Hilary? Haven't you finished your food?"
"No, dad," She gloomily shook her head, "I don't have the appetite."
Not letting her father insist or speak anything, she rushed upstairs, in her room. Turning off all the lights and keeping the greenish-blue dim-light on, she jumped on her bed, backing the ceiling. Placing her chin on her hands, she leaned her head on them. Tears oozed on her cheeks from her glittery ruby orbs, she bit her lips. Neither she had injured someone directly or indirectly, nor had she felt so bad in her life. Embarrassment, repentance, concerns and fear shaded her cheeks crimson at the same time. The pillow under her elbows got drenched bit by bit but she didn't care.
'He bled his forehead,' She recalled, 'The gash was stitched. Injections were jabbed in his arms. He must have caught a fever by this moment. God knows how he is.'
She tried to phone him but he wasn't lifting her call because of absorbing in bottomless slumber. As she didn't know it, it hurt her more. She felt that he was angry with her. It pricked her soft heart with countless needles. All the sleep from her eyelids bade farewell to her for that night, tears blinded her pupils. She kept soaking her pillows and bedsheet with them all the night, clutching the bolster tightly to her chest. Her body which was like a feathery bird convulsed with her rhythmic weeping. Ruby eyes turned bloodshot; cheeks got puffy eventually. Through the open square window of her room, the soft silvery beams of the full moon seeped inside, soddening her tear-streaked cheeks, chin, nose, lips and forehead for consoling her but she didn't enjoy them unlike other days. She continued sobbing and enjoying luxury in her grief.
A few weeks later:
The main hall of the debating club of Tokyo Institute of Technology was completely empty, except two lovebirds sitting in the last bench of the left corner and tweeting between themselves. The room was large enough for getting their voices echoed all over the atmosphere and so they had to lower their tones. But it didn't diminish the amount of feelings a bit. Rather, they were feeling adventurous. The redhead was giggling softly and lowering her head repeatedly, blushing hard as her blue-haired boyfriend was quite a skilled flirter. The more she was getting red, the more he was reddening her.
"Listen to me, Sal," He tweaked her chin, "Try to understand. Love is the eternal truth. Love is life. In short, love is everything."
"Duh!" She turned her face away, "You're such a joker, Kane!"
"When have I joked?" The blunette stared at her ebony eyes, "I'm speaking the truth, believe me. They are not my words. These words were delivered by the greatest and the wisest people of the world."
"Am I loving the wisest person of the world?" The scarlet-haired girl questioned, fiddling with her fingers.
"Not you," A male voice commented from behind, breaking the romantic aura all of a sudden, "The wise person is doing love."
Disconcerted, both the lovers looked back at the whiteboard. There, propping his back against the wall, the slate-haired VP was standing, crossing his arms on his chest in his usual posture. His head didn't hold the bandage anymore but the dry stain of the cut on his temple was still bearing the sign of his accident before a few weeks. As both of them stood up, clearing his throat, the vice-president spoke, "I've been searching for you both for the last hour. Already I have completed two full rounds around the campus and you're practicing culture here?"
"Hey, Kai!" Kane progressed, "How're you, buddy? How's the wound now?"
"Leave it," He rolled his eyes, "Heal the wound of your hearts at first."
"Come on, Mr. Sourpuss," The blunette dramatically joined his hands as his girlfriend hid behind him, "Cannot we cherish our love safely because of you? How will you know the taste of love? Have you ever loved someone?"
As the word 'Love' was mentioned before him, his heart throbbed, imagining the image of a particular brunette of 2nd year, BME department. That day, her magical voice had almost shut him up. Somehow, he had managed to sing with her. Her smiles, the strokes of her fingers on his forehead, her words, her gestures-nothing was unforgettable for him. He was wanting her. He wanted to walk with her across the busy streets of Tokyo and around the campus. Her actions, expressions, decisions, conversations-all of them casted a spell on him suddenly. Almost every single day, he thought about her. Was it called love?
There is something special
There is something nearby
There is some unknown feeling
There is some closeness and distance
There is some loneliness smiling
Is this some intoxication
Is this some kind of trust
May be it's love, it's love may be
Is this some form of spring
Is this some type of wait
May be it's love, it's love may be…..
"Am I a human being?" He snorted, "Who'll love me?"
"Someone will be there too for you, Kai," The redhead gently smiled, "Just have patience."
"Someone will be?" The blunette rolled his eyes, "Someone already has been for him, Sal."
"Really?" Salima cocked an eyebrow, ignoring the death glare of the vice-president, "Who's she?"
"I've seen her," Kane's eyes went dramatically dreamy, he sounded poetic while describing the dream princess of the VP, "Her hair can remind everyone of melted chocolate, so deep and brown. Rubies are placed in her eye-sockets. Her smile is more soothing than the moonlight and her skin glows like the sunshine. Her hands and feet are white lotuses. She's innocent, vibrant, brave and intelligent. Spreading her charms and hilarity among all the students of teachers of this university, her name is H…uh oh…looks like I forgot it…" He scratched his head, "Oh yes, Hilarious Tachibana!"
"Take her name properly!" Unexpectedly, the VP fumed, "Her name is Hilary Tachibana, doofus!"
"Thud!"
Alarmed, everyone looked at the entrance where the brunette was standing. The files from her hand had just fallen on the ground, producing the sound. Almost dropping her jaw, she looked at the three. As her eyes were shifted to the vice-president of the central students' union, powdery blush started spreading all over her face. Infectious it was, affecting the slate-haired guy too. Both the redhead and the blunette cheered, sharing hi-fives and clapping crazily but the chocolate-haired girl and the dual-haired boy didn't notice them. After five or six seconds of staring at her crush without blinking, the girl covered her face with her palms and ran outside.
Her clinking feet gently smit the ground, her unbound wavy tresses bounced on her waist. She was running, not looking back once. All the embarrassment of the world possessed her face on that day. Not noticing, she hit someone who was coming from the opposite direction. Not able to maintain her balance, the dual-haired Spaniard fell on the scarlet-haired Russian who had been walking by her. Both of them rolled on the ground a bit. Discovering each other in each other's arms, they immediately went crimson like the hair of the Russian student. Some students who were passing by chorused the romantic songs, earning more death glares from the couple. Somehow mumbling sorry, the brunette ran back.
Unstoppable her ankles were, tingling like anklets through the lobbies and passages of the floor. Even she herself didn't know where she was going. She was streaming like an ever-flowing cascade; her feet were pulling her wherever they wished. Everything was fading before her eyes. She was seeing nothing; she was hearing nothing. No word was escaping from her throat. She didn't know where to keep such a heavy amount of bliss and happiness. She feared that her heart might not have enough space for it. Absorbed in her own thoughts, she was moving until she faced another clash against someone's toned chest. Raising her face, she discovered him.
Him. The slate-haired vice-president of the central students' union of Tokyo Institute of Technology. As always, his lotus eyes were peaceful, cool and comfortable-set on her. Not speaking anything, he gently clasped her wrist and pulled her to a silent corner of the passages. She didn't protest, just letting him take her there.
Her back smacked the wall as he leaned forward at her. Again, blushes rose on her face like roses, her breaths were getting deeper and more unstable. His ones were also stable no more, she could say that at least. Placing a hand on the wall over her, he neared her. She shivered a bit, panting.
"Hey…." He seemed calm, "Don't need to be afraid."
"I…I'm not afraid," She shook her head, denying the fact and hiding her weaknesses from him, "Not at all, VP Sir."
"You don't know my name?" He raised a brow.
"Ummm….." She blushed, "Yes, I…I do."
"Then," He smirked, "Why're you addressing me by my rank?"
"Because…" She stuttered, "It's a formal educational institution and addressing the seniors as sirs and ma'ams is an etiquette of this place. Besides, you have the highest rank of all the students. You deserve it."
"But what about the etiquette of love?" He cupped her face gently.
The brunette gasped hearing the sentence by him. Slowly, she eyed him. His aventurine pools were displaying some seriousness in them. His face expressed his longing for her and her love. Her shivering stopped but she felt quite heavy under the pressure of her feelings. The dual-haired slowly wrapped one of his arms around her waist as his nose touched hers. For support, she also had to hold his shoulders. Bit by bit, his mouth moved to her left ear where he whispered:
"I love you."
Look, the sky has flown away from my head
Look, the sky has flown away from my head
Look, the sky has opened up from its ends due to the earth
Look, the sky has opened up from its ends due to the earth
Silently, silently, secretly
Silently, silently
Silently, silently, secretly
Silently, silently
Silently, silently, secretly
Silently, silently…
The arrow of the sentence hit her hard. Like a wounded doe, she looked at her hunter. Her breaths touched his, faces felt warmer. He waited for her response. His skin sensed the beats of her crazy heart as she lowered her gazes. That almost made his inhalations stop. Little by little, he lifted her chin, placing a kiss on her cheek. Closing her eyes, she delivered her words:
"I love you too."
Look, this earth has started to flow
Look, somewhere the earth is dissolving into the waters
Look, the sky has opened up from its ends due to the earth
Silently, silently, secretly
Silently, silently
Silently, silently, secretly
Silently, silently…..
That worked. He pinned her against the wall with her consent and bound her in his beefy arms. Her ones tried to hold him as a captive in their own prison. The VP tucked the chocolaty tresses of the brunette behind her ears, her fingers travelled through his shaved jaw, nostrils received the fragrance of the aftershave lotion. His mouth descended to her lips from her temple and embraced them passionately, she also gladly let him do it. The icy lips caught the warm strawberries and fondled them fulfilling the heart's content of their owner. She almost melted in his embrace and kiss, trying to hide in the treasury of his heart like a precious gem.
I'm not in my senses, neither is my state
This has never happened in this day and age
My body is dissolving, my soul is melting
My feet are stopping, my paths are walking
The sky is twisting and turning on the clouds
Look, the sky is showering on the earth
This earth is diving in the water
Look, it's getting up and walking on its feet
Silently, silently, secretly
Silently, silently
Silently, silently, secretly
Silently, silently…..
So...done!
How was the surprise? How was this chapter? Good or bad?
Do read and review. Pardon the grammatical and the spelling errors.
Dear readers of "Kingdom", you have to hold your patience a bit more. I'll update it by this Wednesday or Thursday, I promise. Online classes have already started, so have the quizzes, assignments and tests. Hope you all are understanding.
Besides, I want to share a sad news with everyone. One of my readers' (Rayes Reynolds) father has got cancer, we have talked in PMs. So please, pray for her and her father. Justafan, don't worry, your fanfiction family is always right by your side. Everything will be alright eventually, In Sha Allah.
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