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Roshni took the table no.13 and sat down.
Tonight, I’ll tell her all. I will not hold back. She said to herself.
I want you back in my life, dammit! She bawled, igniting some unwanted glances, as she placed the glass back on the table with trembling hands.
Nothing seemed to calm her down.
Just then, the lights went off and a candle lit up.
‘Come with me’, she heard a whisper.
The table did its trick.
‘Love kills’, mocked the table.
The two could not be together when alive, but now, her soul was happily dancing with her love.