Part one, somewhere in the beginning…

He played the murderer, denying all allegations of involvement. She was vulnerable and docile, a procrastinator since the year of 1985. It was mid-June, yet clouds of rain didn’t meet because they were apart, but that’s a dreamer’s interpretation of Mills and Boon’s thinking. You must feel a sense of deja moo: The feeling you’ve heard this bull before. So let me assure you that this isn’t a Bollywoood script, nor is it a tiresome novel that entices you to read just so that you can improve your grammar. This is a master-piece. Let’s get back to the submissive woman, or so she thought she was.

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