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CHAPTER-32

ABHIMANYU DUTTA

"Of course, Mr.Dutta" she replied.

Although my eyes were on the screen, still I can sense that she was pissed.

A chuckle escaped my mouth involuntarily as I shook my head.

Although her resume stated that she was 21 but nobody can believe that she is a day older than 17.

Her small barely shoulder-length hair was making her look more younger.

And who these days makes these childish hairstyles that too for an interview.

Her hair was complete opposite to my Ita's waist-length hair.

But still, their antics were the same. Crazy.

Although I didn't want I can't help but compare them.

They were completely opposite.

Except for their passion for baking.

I am comparing them doesn't mean that I am ready to give my heart to someone else.

It was. It is. And it will always belong to my Ita.

The rest of the day passed in a blur.

I stretched my limbs to calm my sore muscles.

I smiled at the photo frame placed on my desk.

It is from our college days. We were facing the sunset at the beac
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