… something was happening to her. She wanted to tell him, to shriek out loud that she had lied to him, to all of them.O! The pain, the feeling of gratitude, the regret, draws a tear on her face. What has she done; Why? but then, it’s never too late. Just as she opens her mouth with a half drawn biscuit, she suddenly feels like being pulled with a force whose magnitude she couldn’t even estimate, couldn’t ever imagine. The power so strong that … O God! What is this? Is this what people call ‘Dying’? No! Can’t be, can’t be, can’t be…
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