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12 | My Girl

β€œYou look really happy, Mr Chakroborty.”

Rityan’s eyes followed up Ibzan as he sat opposite him. A cup of hot matcha latte he put on the table, its soft thud fading in the air. He smiled and leaned back comfortably on the chair, eyes trained on his friend.

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