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Albert double cross

Albert double cross
 Hello readers 🙂my today’s post is not about any heart break or betrayal experience of anyone or mine 😜 it is a story of mr Albert  an imaginary character  whose sketch I have made and  Ms Samantha
 Samantha was a very sweet innocent five  year old baby  who knew nothing of the world she at that age met a boy name Albert , a boy of 10 years old residing nearby her house  Samantha when first met him started to trust him blindly and when she grew up she fell in love with him madly and deeply     Mr Albert also had soft corner for her but he never expressed exactly what he felt for her so one Day Albert along with his friend started an advertising agency so he hired many models to do the add  and even Samantha started working in his firm and there he found Riya he married Riya ,Samantha was deeply heartbroken .


Now what the end ? 
Nah now what do you think will happen  I give this chance to my lovely readers to make stories in the comments section below  actually I wanted to play a short game with my readers and see how creative they are  so make you 2 3 lines story and show your talent . 
Love you All
~shruti 🙂

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