DEDICATION | Women who knows when to be submissive and when to be dominant.
"Mahipaaaalllllll" She moaned his name loudly
"Tere cheeka marn di vajah raat 3 vje mai bnu" He groaned thrusting hardly into her.
(I am the reasons of your shouts at fucki...
Ikk kudi jihda naam mohabbat, Gum hai, gum hai, gum hai. (A girl whose name is love, is missing, is missing, is missing.)
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Let me share a stupid rant of mine,
I went to D-mart with my cousin and after putting necessary items in trolley, and my little cousin was whinning for some chocolates and toys which chachu didn't let him buy and chachi went to convince him, making me stand in bill line and the line was so big as it was Sunday, mera dimaag kuch jayada hi chalta hai,maine socha kyu na dusri line mei shift hoea jaaye and i changed my line but me being clumsy koi cheez ache se kaise kar skti hu, meri elbow galti se cpu par lagi and cpu with keyboard and mouse niche tha, everyone was looking or i must highlight glaring at me.heehehehe meri kya galti thi yaar, abhi tak embarrassing feel ho Raha hai😭🤧.
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I jumped into my open jeep and started it up, the engine roaring as I sped away. My guards followed right behind in their own cars. I was on the phone constantly, giving urgent instructions to keep her safe. I was extremely tense and angry, with my jaw clenched tight and veins sticking out on my forehead.
The jeep was bouncing around because I was driving fast over wet and muddy rock roads. The rough path made the jeep hard to control, swerving and skidding. Every jolt made me more nervous and frustrated. All I could think about was getting to her as quickly as I could. The rough ride and my worry matched each other as I raced to her side.
When I finally arrived, I slammed on the brakes, bringing the open jeep to a sudden and rough stop. The vehicle jumped with the impact. I jumped out of the jeep and quickly signaled my men to surround the area. They moved into position while I ran toward the tubewell.
Hiding behind a large Banyan tree, I saw my Khand walking towards the tubewell, deep in thought. Suddenly, I noticed someone aiming a pistol at her. My heart raced with fear and fury. Seeing her in danger made my blood boil, and I struggled to control my anger. I pointed to the figure with the pistol and told them to deal with him and bring him to our Adda. They took their positions and moved in while I ran towards the tubewell.I ran to her as fast as I could. Just as she started to slip on the muddy ground, I reached her, pulled her close, and steadied her.
Up close, she looked even more beautiful. Her eyes were closed, framed by thick eyebrows, and her cheeks had a natural red hue. Her full lips were inviting, and her long, dark brown curls fell gracefully to her waist, perfectly complemented by her stunning suit. Such a Punjabi beauty, meri Punjaban.
Holding her in my arms, I was overwhelmed by a deep pure love, paak mohabbat for her. From childhood she has been the one who owns my heart. She is my dil di raani , the queen of my heart. I felt an intense love and care for her realizing how much she means to me. My heart swelled with affection and protectiveness, knowing she is the one I cherish most deeply. Meri Khand
