“She can’t be Roohi!” Shekhar screamed “She is not my Roohi.” His screams and anguish went unheard in the God forsaken secluded warehouse. Another shrill cry of a child stirred the beast in him, he ran frantically towards the sound. His bloodshot eyes filled with rage adapted through his thin silver frame to the dark disgusting room barely lit by street lights filtering in through broken window panes, and searched the scattered wooden boxes.
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