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“I know that song because I wrote it,” he paused, watching her intensely, “for a friend. Remember Kiara? the friend you killed?” Ayaan’s words choked her deep in her throat, it was a wound she didn’t want reopening. “What?” she choked, holding her neck as if trying to force air into her lungs. Ayaan watched her closely, not buying her act. “Stop pretending, I know you killed Kiara Ahluwalia. I saw you that night,” he told her ruthlessly, not caring how harsh his words were. “Why in the world would I kill my own best friend,” she asked as tears streamed down her cheeks. She held onto herself for dear life. “Isn’t it obvious, because you were selfish and you wanted to live,” he said harshly, he was on a warpath, he hardly gave a s**t if his words were hurting her, he wanted it all to be