One squirrel got trapped in my room. But she must have been enjoying there too, because though another squirrel, who might be her better-half, tried to call her, but she refused going out.
The game was continued from so many days now. He would call her by persuading, shouting, showing his care and love and would do everything for her, but she would come for him till the door, and rush back again inside.
What do I do then?
I leave it to her destiny.
Let her decide, he whispered from another world.
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