The pain was unbearable. I was hoping it would slide down after a moment but it didn't. Mr Oberoi hadn't arrived yet! The darkness and the silence surrounding the room, indicated it was almost midnight.
I attempted to reach towards the cell laying on the table. The pain was getting unbearable. My body somehow managed to grab the cell. The shivering hands and tearful orbs was making it difficult to dial a number. I clicked the first name popping on the call log.
Whatever I am, whoever I am, is due to the readers who read this book. Your support has been a great source of strength on my hard days. I feel valued, capable, and talented because of the constant support you all have showered on me. I am nothing without you. You're my extended family. Thanks for always supporting me... Sanjh
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