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In no time, the gun is touching his forehead but he grabs it in his hand and brings it down to his chest, near his heart. My hands shake without me realising and I think I am going crazy because this proximity and this situation is making me feel something between my legs. I am seriously going crazy. I need help. โIdhar shoot karo. Ek baar mein mar jaunga.โ (Shoot here. Iโll die at once.) He speaks as if he isnโt affected one bit. Does he think Iโm fooling around? Well, at this point even I feel I am just fooling around because why the fuck can I not gather the courage to shoot this motherfucker? โKaran, step back. Warna jaan le lungi tumhari.โ (Or else I will kill you.) A soft chuckle escapes his lips, and he leans down and whispers in my ear. โLe lo, main ek baar na bhi nahi krunga. Bas ek shart hai meri.โ (Kill me, I wonโt even hesitate for a second. I just have one condition.) โWhat?โ โEk raat.โ