SHIVANI'S POV
He died. He took a bullet for me. The only person who truly cared for me in that house is gone. He was my first best friend and the only one who stuck with me till the end. He always picked up my mood, he never questioned me ever about why my mood was off, he just tried to make me happy. I remember once, he was scolded by my father, to the point that they were going to fire him. I was sad so he took me to market, bought me toys and chips that I craved instead of taking me to the class. My parents were very angry. Even in his last moments he wanted my well being.
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