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They were back on the road in his black Royce. It was early morning. Instead of any stylish dress, she was in pyjamas and black blouse and jacket. She was still in her sleep. No one could be a sleep lover like her.

She rested her head on the glass window as her eyes were shut. She was feeling goosebumps on her body with the early chill of the morning. She saw him through the crack of her eyes. He was looking active. He was in a dark blue suit which was looking almost black in the dark. Street lights were making his face visible. Her eyes were getting heavy again. She closed them. Her brother's face appeared in her mind, her eyes filled with tears. She opened her eyes again and glanced at her wrist. Her bracelet was around it. When street lights laid on it. Tiny moons, suns and stars glinted.

' I've hurt him. I was the reason for his tears. Am I worse than him? But, How could he sell me? ' She blinked the tears and pushed the thought away.

Her eyes traveled o