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Just when Naila and Arjun allowed
they had recaptured control, the doorbell chimed. It wasmid-morning, sun streaming through the windows, the apartment eventually feeling like it belonged to them. Naila dithered before opening the door. It was n’t the neighbor. It was n’t a delivery. It was Rohit.
By ComedyJust when Naila and Arjun allowed
they had recaptured control, the doorbell chimed. It wasmid-morning, sun streaming through the windows, the apartment eventually feeling like it belonged to them. Naila dithered before opening the door. It was n’t the neighbor. It was n’t a delivery. It was Rohit.