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MISHUU.....

MISHUUU BABYYY......

MISHA KI BACCHIIIIII.......

Naina Di shouted, and I was running as fast as I could. I really didn't want to get trapped and have to drink this milk. Ew, I hate it. I don't even understand how people can drink it. I only love strawberry shakes, mango shakes, milkshakes-basically, every kind of shake in the world-but I really hate milk. It's tasteless. I don't know why, but milk tastes like a mix of broccoli and mayonnaise. I know it's kind of awkward, but that's how I define milk. It kind of tastes like broccoli with mayonnaise.

"Mishu, baccha, have some milk; it's good for your health," Naina didi said, so I stopped and agreed. I didn't want to be a bad girl, so I quickly took the glass, held my nose, and gulped down the whole milk in one sip. I drank like a monster, and I laughed at my own thought. Naina didi then ruffled my hair and said, "mishu, tum itni masoom kyon ho?" She always asks me this silly question. Isn't it funny? I'm not innocent; I'm a powerful, strong little girl!

"Fine, didi, let's go; we're getting late," I said, tapping my feet on the crunchy dry leaves. you must be wondering where we are going. Actually, we are going to...

AN ORPHANAGE!!

I love small kids a lot. I always visit them monthly, sometimes with my family and sometimes alone. But today, no one was present, so I decided to go with Naina didi.

We sat inside the car, and Driver Bhaiya started driving. Within 30 minutes, we reached our destination. As soon as I got out of the car, the kids ran toward me with big smiles on their faces. I happily gave out chocolates to each of them, their little hands reaching out eagerly. We played together, running around, laughing, and having so much fun.

While we were playing, I noticed a tall, handsome man sitting on a bench nearby. He was watching me with a soft smile on his face. I stopped for a moment, feeling curious about him. I wondered who he was and why he was looking at me like that.

Naina di was inside, talking to Maria Aunty, who is currently looking after the children. Meanwhile, I decided to click some pictures of the kids. One of them, a little girl named Anshika, came up to me and said, 'Oee di, you are so beautiful.' Her words made me smile, and I gently closed my eyes and kissed her on the cheek.

After that, Aryan, Samiksha, and Anirudh all started shouting, 'We want kisses too! We want kisses too!' They looked at me with so much excitement that I couldn't help but smile. 'Okay, babies, form a line,' I said, and one by one, I started giving kisses to each of them. But then, Nandini noticed and said, 'Didi, we will stand on the benches so you don't have to bend down every time. It will hurt you.'

Her words made me realize how thoughtful and sweet they were. They started standing on the benches one by one, making it easier for me. Just then, as I leaned in to kiss the next child, I suddenly felt something strange-a beard on my lips! It felt like I had kissed a man with a beard, and I pulled back in surprise."

To my surprise, it was the same man who had been watching me-or maybe the children-while we were playing. When I looked at him, he was still standing in the same spot, his mouth wide open in shock, as if he had just seen a ghost. Behind him stood another man, about two inches shorter, looking terrified. The scene was so funny that I couldn't help but think, 'Are we shooting a horror movie or something?

The man whispered, 'Vikram, gadi nikal, mujhe heart attack aa raha hai!' Vikram, the man behind him, gasped in shock and quickly supported him as they both started to move toward the parking lot. This was so strange! My eyes filled with tears as I wondered if he was having a heart attack because of me. Did he think I was a witch?"

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In my life, I have been thinking about and adoring one person. That person is a movie star who captured my heart the very first time I saw him. It wasn't an actual meeting; I just saw him from a distance as he was going to the airport with his family. It was so wonderful to catch a glimpse of him. He always has that mysterious and cold aura about him.

But this fact doesn't matter to me. The only thing that matters is him. I have given him everything, yet he doesn't even know if I exist. I let go off my passion for photography and make my interest in business so that I can see him daily. Unfortunately, it's not easy to see him regularly. I give my all, but now the only thing left is to make him mine. It's the toughest task that could ever exist, but it's not a big deal for me. I am ready to kill or die for him. I would even harm anyone who comes between us. I will show him all my passion and love, so he won't think of anything else other than me.

HE'S ABHIMANYU RATHORE

Currently, I am with Mrs. Maria, a 47-year-old woman who is very intelligent and kind-hearted. My little sister, Misha, is the actual definition of beauty. I used to get jealous of her during my teenage years. The funniest part is that once I even tried to pour acid on her! But that night was not easy; by the time my father arrived, he found us both, and everyone thought it was an accident.

I hook up probably every day. My lifestyle is not similar to my sister's. I can be a total bitch, ready to hurt my own sister without any regret if she gets in the way of anything I want. I am ready to take down anyone if it comes to him. I know perfectly well that I am neither as glamorous nor as beautiful as my sister, but that doesn't matter. At least I am a perfect seductress.

I will ruin his soul and mold him to my ways, and the only thing that can make me do that is to marry him.