Aiden ki Biwi
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Last published Sun, Mar 17, 2019
Ek din mai dekho school se wapas aariu thi toh meku rasste mai ek potta dikha une malum itta acha tha ab kya bolu mai acha bole toh shakal aur body se masha'allah masha'allah tha une meku dekha mai usku dekhi une mere pass aara tha mere se baat karne shayad jab ich dekho hamaare bawa aagaye itta gussa aaya meku khamoshi se bawa ke saar gaadi mai chali gai jab se mai wo pottey ku dekhi jab se meri zindagi deewani hogai aur wo potta aur koi bhi nai Aiden tha.
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