8~𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬?

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ज़मीं से आसमां तक हम
ढूंढ आये जहाँ सारा
बना पाया नहीं अब तक
ख़ुदा तुमसे कोई प्यारा💕🌺
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____________________________________ज़मीं से आसमां तक हमढूंढ आये जहाँ साराबना पाया नहीं अब तकख़ुदा तुमसे कोई प्यारा💕🌺____________________________________

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As a girl walked into the castle, the grandeur and beauty of the decorations of Surajyansh for their new would-be queen left her breathless. She couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy that atharva was making such an effort for another woman. She clenched her fists tightly as the realization hit her, "You didn't just take my Atharva from me, you took my dream too. But now, I won't let you be happy either, Kasika."

I awoke with a start, my mind is still hazy from sleep

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I awoke with a start, my mind is still hazy from sleep. As My senses slowly returned, I became aware of the warm embrace I was in. I could feel the steady rise and fall of my husband's chest against my back, his arm draped around my waist.

I lay there for a moment, listening to the steady rhythm of his breathing and feeling the eight of his body against mine. A soft smile tugged at the corners of my lips as i relished the feeling of their bodies pressed together.

I softly brushed aside his hair strands, My fingers tracing delicate patterns on his arm, which elicited a contented hum from my husband. Slowly, I lifted my gaze upwards and found him awake, his eyes fixed upon me. A warm smile graced his lips as he playfully demanded, "Ruk kyu gayi aap? Kariye " (Why did you stop? Continue).

Caught off guard yet pleasantly surprised by his teasing remark, I blushed slightly but managed to compose myself quickly. Without saying a word, I resumed my gentle touches, my fingertips running along the planes of his arm, leaving behind a trail of tingles in their wake.

 Without saying a word, I resumed my gentle touches, my fingertips running along the planes of his arm, leaving behind a trail of tingles in their wake

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