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She picked up the fruit; the apple looked wet. Horror creeped in her, when she realized, that it was a cricket ball covered in blood. Surinder Kaur was returning from the Gurudwara, after praying her heart out through [...]
She picked up the fruit; the apple looked wet. Horror creeped in her, when she realized, that it was a cricket ball covered in blood. Surinder Kaur was returning from the Gurudwara, after praying her heart out through [...]