She smirked, staring down at the knife in her hand, streaked with blood.
This was her poison. This made her jump and squeal with joy, like a school girl. But to every man that layed a single eye on her, she was a poison.
She smirked, staring down at the knife in her hand, streaked with blood.
This was her poison. This made her jump and squeal with joy, like a school girl. But to every man that layed a single eye on her, she was a poison.
The feeling of being abandoned by one's own family was not unknown to Aadhira. She hates her family for abandoning her when she was only a newborn, leaving her in the hands of her uncle and aunt.
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