This content was originally posted by: giselDeepa, his sister's friend. He wanted to call her his wife, rather. He had proposed. She had rejected. That was old story, pretty old. But today, she was in danger. His love hadn't diminished over the time. He wanted her to be happy, that's all. But now, if he was away it would mean she will die. She will die a political death. She will die in the name of suicide and the case will be closed. Where is my sister, Shruthi? Shruthi and Deepa were supposed to meet him last night and they were to leave the country for good. But it was morning 10. They hardly had 24 hours left.
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