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I am a bad girl

I am a bad girl

sreeragsree

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Ruby is a middle-class girl, who wants to live like a rich girl.

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Arjun is looking at the outside of the train. The beauty of nature cannot lessen the sadness in Arjun's mind. His mind is wandering somewhere. Arjun occasionally looks at his mobile phone to see if he has received a call or message from his friends or girlfriend. But the result was a disappointment. That's when Arjun's mother's call came.

"Mommy, I'm about to arrive"

"Call me after you get off the train," his mother suggested.

After saying ok, Arjun cut the call. Then he began to immerse himself in his thoughts.

After a while, the train slowed down. Through the window, Arjun saw the board of his place. He went with his luggage to the door of the train. Even before Arjun arrived, the other passengers were standing near the door. Behind them, Arjun stood with his luggage. Finally arrived at the train station. The train stopped and the passengers from the station started boarding the train, before Arjun and his group started getting off.

Those in front of Arjun stopped them and tried to get off at the station. Just then Arjun felt someone pushing him from behind. He looked behind. he saw an old man. Arjun did not care. But when the old man started pushing again, Arjun could not control his anger. He pushed back hard and the old man who had been pushed by Arjun went to fall down. Before that, someone had caught the old man.

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