Her FaceBook Friend

Her Facebook Friend By Ifveen Chapter 22

“The purest form of love is protection. If he can’t protect you. He doesn’t love you.” [Jacqueline]

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I was surprised by his interruption.

‘Did he just save me? But why would he? I questioned inwardly. To myself.

‘Is it because he feels guilty for kissing me forcefully?’

I glanced back at him with furrowed brows and he offered me a small smile. A smile that was filled with a**urance. I turned back without reacting.

Mrs. Neha was the first to react. As she glared at him.

“Is your name Jacqueline!”

I looked back at him. Waiting for his response. Initially, the hand by his side was now placed behind his neck. As he rubbed the area in nervousness.

“I. I am sorry Mam.” He stammered and I stopped my urge to laugh at his reaction. ‘It was cute. He looked like just a young boy who was nervous because his crush had asked him out!’ I realized how ridiculous an a**umption it was!

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filled that we’re filled with

going to let you go without a punishment. But don’t repeat the same mistake! Now sit down.” Her voice held a sudden tone

you again. And I am sorry once again. And

Jacqueline sit

the next period rang. And she took her doc**ents and sauntered towards the door. While I inhaled in relief. Which proved to

hands in an attempt to stop myself from doing

completed my notes from the blackboard that Mrs. Neha has

because he wears rings, I am saying it a weird habit because he wears a ring on each of his fingers. ‘Can you believe that? I don’t even know how he gets the strength

I think we need

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God! Please save me

Jacqueline when he is pissed off over something. Something that will make him so mad that he might even hit me. The second half of his

to his ugly face. ‘What? Just because he has fair skin? And a nice face shape and features. We can’t call him handsome! They need to

slow in reacting or his patience was too limited because the next

God please

my chair and table while my elbow got slammed into the table badly.

clasped in the corner of the table. Looking at it, I finally found my voice. ‘I didn’t

You. What are you doing Jaan? My Kurti is stuck on the table. Please let me

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