'THE TEARS OF A CLOWN'
Woh Humsafar Tha - Chapter 5
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Her eyes were trained to the wall clock above her. In spite of the fatigue digging in her muscles, she barely batted an eyelid as she watched the clock silently strike two. The Raizadas and Guptas had gathered to mourn for the dead unborn, but their hushes were easily overcome by the faint tick tock of the metal clock.
