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Every living thing needs love and belonging, but when the dead wants to get these things, then the situation becomes more serious, although love is the right of everyone, it is not a crime. But... what if those who are not alive...want love? Have you ever thought? Let us see how an innocent girl would fight with these horrifying experiences.

Spiracle of her devil's heart

Jane Dover got out of the hall and looked at the back of the strong figure. Vrinda Simard was looking at the chariot with his parched gaze.

Jane Dover stepped ahead and glanced at the chariot. He turned his gaze and looked at her from head to toe. She was too beautiful. Nature hadn't left any indication in making her. He swallowed his sentiments when she smiled at him.

"You are thinking about him." She said.

Vrinda Simard withdrew his gaze and looked at the horizon.

"You wanted to kill him. Didn't you?"

"You are arrogant. You won't even accept that you care about him."

"You know me this much!" Vrinda Simard looked at her seriously.

Jane Dover threw a low smile. He stepped ahead and held her in his embrace slowly.

"Then look into my eyes and tell me what I think about you."

Jane Dover's mild gaze turned bottomless and she kept looking at his angular face for a long time.

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