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"Ishq hai apse isliye late hai, jism ki bhookh hoti toh na paiso ki kami hai na ladkiyon ki,” he spoke with a sense of sincerity in his voice.
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"Got you, Nerdy" he whispered in her ear as he removed the necklace she was struggling with and flickered her nose. She held his finger and twisted it behind his back. "Try to touch me one more time and you will go to "our" honeymoon. On a wheelchair." She warned fiercely looking into his eyes. He looked at her amusingly. He was enjoying his tigress. "Not the soft spoken girl anymore. I see" he whispered twirling her around such that her back touched his chest. "People change, Mr. Rajvansh. And I hate that person who forced me to change" she whispered and his heart felt a knot tightening. "Just a matter of time, wifey. Just a matter of time" he kissed her shoulder and went away. It was just an arrange marriage OR was it?
"Can we love three people at the same time?" he texted "You too love three people?" her reply came instantly _____________________________________ "Why you betrayed our love, my love" he asked holding her throat in this rough hand. His bloodshot eyes waiting for the answers to all his questions. "L...leave me" she whispered unable to breathe. "Answer me, my love" he breathed near her ear, unaffected by her condition. "Because I hate you!" _____________________________________ "I am sorry, Bir" she cried cupping his face. "Please leave" he fell to the ground defeatedly.
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