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AAYNA

AAYNA

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Parts 10

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Last published Fri, May 29, 2020

Poetry

Tagsdark english hindi life light

All my words are tuned to yell for the drastic reality of the present world. Don't try to negate it. It will surely portray a conclusive and positive reflection in your mind . "Where the sun rays can't reach Poet reaches there" I will go with the famous saying and will ensure you that reading my creations will not be like wastage of time, instead it will elegantly fit with your taste, no matter if you are capricious for love, adventure, mystery, fantasy, horror, humour, thriller. I will sincerely try to pour all the vibrant colours into a single plate. So be tuned with me and I will wish, "may my words take apart all the darkness of the world and become a significant weapon in removing all the lechery." I take all the copyright of this book. It's my own hard work. Please don't copy it. Pen name: Ruhani

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