“And what admirers, by God Shilpi—must say you have some taste!” He turned around and suddenly snatched the gift which Rohan had, with great pain, insult, and neglecting his parents collected. Vishal was fine specimen of a ‘bully’ with muscles ripping out of his funky t-shirt. “Shilpi you really have a true, devoted follower!” he laughed loudly making fun of the teenager and ruthlessly crushing the red rose, every petal of which was sequined with love and dreams of the young poor boy, who had especially bought it for his dream angel.
Seeing his symbol of love being mutilated in front of his eyes, the dormant lover burst up like a violent volcano, its molten lava creating havoc, inviting destruction and rampage. “You Bastard, how dare you…how dare you crush my rose…how dare you? How can you, you motherfucker. I am not going to leave you.” The lover was panting wildly, eyes blood red, saliva dripping from his mouth. The other boy not prepared for such a move, slipped and fell on the sandy wet ground. There had been rainfall the previous night and the soil was still damp and grumpy.
Rohan like a Cheetah jumped and sat on him.....
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