Italy / Same Day
Ekanshi was sitting on the bed. Her face clearly showed how irritated she was. She was holding a pillow in her hand and crushing it. The pillow was almost torn. She gripped the pillow in her fist and pulled it hard; its cotton flew into the air. Gritting her teeth, she said, “What does that monster think of himself? First, he did all that in my mouth? And then he gave me a shower with his dirty hands too. I hate him.”










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