when she came to the house , she went straight to the bedroom and stood before the drawer in which she found the black diary . she took a deep breath , opened it gently and brought the diary out . then she sat on the bed and opened it . the diary was indeed old fashioned , she observed . it has no dates , days , weeks , months or year pre-printed on the
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the shirt i was still wearing was stuck to me , and i felt sweat slick his broad back . finally , he leveraged himself up and looked down at me . satisfaction was heavy in his stare . i gasped , noticing the teeth marks i 'd left behind in his shoulder . `` did i hurt you ? '' i asked , brushing my fingers over the
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one can sense the presence of all three oceans from bands of varied colours of their water . the ship would make a stop there to refill foods and water . then the ship would enter the arabian sea and move again north till goa , the portuguese colony . amelia , ronaldo 's wife , was now a close friend of saira . she started narrating about her experience to her after there was a proposal that suraj and saira would travel to goa with ronaldo and

amelia