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The horse snorted as its passenger’s guffaws sent her feet digging into its flanks. “And what’s wrong with thinking of me just as a woman?” She retorted good-humouredly. Then, tugging away her cap with one swift movement, she extracted a single, large pin. A stream of black hair with some hints of burgundy, tumbled down her back. Pursing her lips, she made a self-deprecating laugh. "Does it bother you so much?”
Stop teasing the poor boy, even if his red cheeks are quite becoming. Smiling to herself, she looked at him with some degree of tenderness.
“To be honest, I like to change names a lot, Rehan. It’s my way of starting afresh, of getting away from the past.” A sudden twinkle appeared in her black eyes.
“Why don’t you give me a name?” Smiling, she continued. “How’s that for a sign of my trust in you?”
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