[55 Fiction]::Revenge::

Long after the mourning was over, a familiar perfume still lingered in the room.
The bouquet of red roses brought back images of blood mangled severely deformed body. Tears welled down her cheeks as she silently swore to revenge her motherโ€™s death.
From her window, miserably, she watched them romancing under the clandestine Mahogany tree

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