Stormy's pov:
* what the f**k does he thinks of himself, * I curse under my breath, looking at the washroom door.
* it's all your mistake Storm, you let him treat you like this, you f*****g let him rule over you, *
* Well, I am not his slave nor he is my owner, * and with that thought, I pick up the mask and move towards the door, I try to open it but it's f*****g locked.
My blood starts boiling in rage, "Kabir you bastard, you fucker, you lousy scoundrel, get the hell out of the washroom right now you monster... How can you lock the door you dickhead...?" I start screaming near the washroom, banging my fist on the door, but the fucker isn't responding to me.
"Kabir get the f**k out of the washroom..." I screamed once again but once again I didn't get any reply from him.
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