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About ME!
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Us When 🩶
From me when turns to us when 🩶 Seeing him unmoved, I add, "You better move your ass from here before my man shows up or before i get more irritated by your presence and register the bullet in your skull." With that, he removes his helmet, revealing himself to be Sanath. I've heard about him riding bikes but never seen it before. He proudly smirks and remarks, "My man, I like that, my little tigeress ," teasingly. There goes my feminine power to grave,the irritation turns into heat, rushing to my cheeks. Who says that at gunpoint? Lowering my gun and trying to control my blush, I extend my arm for the extra helmet, saying, "I didn't know you rode bikes during the day too." Usually, when he's feels down, he rides at night to avoid paparazzi attention. *************************************************** What happens when you thought it was one side but turns to be double sided... Ranjini or Jini ... 20 years, Plays violin as passion Overthinker Rude for rude people, soft to family and friends and to a particular person his name does start with S Sanath or Sanu.... 24 years old , Piano expert, ceo of SH entertainment Teases her kiddo so she gets irritated and speaks to him Has been her's from the day she was born. Join their journey to know them better....Concluida
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rose in the desert
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