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Kumpleto, Unang na-publish Feb 28, 2023
The battle, the battle is about my school. One day it was starting as a normal day then soldian = ms soldi. She waqnted to start a battle of her own and it wansta very good one. she started acting old young about the battle i dont know if she was mad but zeenay decided to go up to her and say no ms. soldian this is not a battle it is  susmaker. Ms. soldian wanted to make and change our sits but no she coouldnt because  me zeenay midicine oey and joemma, not saliva he is to soft, wanted to somun bobina and amar. Amari and his beaautiful allah  gulgulp gulp gulp lkwate sound sound quassia no quate and bobina being crazy going and running around with oey with mud stopped  ms. soldian.

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PROLOGUE he stepped outside his house only to find another punjabi and madrasi war ongoing his mother and their neighbour aunty Mrs.iyer were again fighting as usual and the other ladies of the society were enjoying the free ka entertainment happily hearing the chaos outside the house, ishita also came out and saw the drama going on she tried to help her appa calm down her amma and take her inside the house while raman was doing the same T-leave me puttar you know these madrasis have no sense nonsense always fighting with me and today I am not going to leave them she tried to free herself from her son's hold who was trying to take her inside the house Am-leave me ishu this punjabi wali what does she thinks of herself threw chicken bones outside my house shiva shiva mera dharam bhrasht kar diya amma also didn't seem to be in a mood to calm down I-leave it amma T-oye I had thrown it in the society dustbin and not in your house that you are creating such drama R-maa leave these nonsense madrasis and let's go inside I-excuse me...how dare you call us nonsense R-we are punjabis born daredevils not fattu like you now the fight had shifted to ishra and their mothers were left behind both stepped forward now only a mere two inches gap between them and crossed their arms on their respective chests entering the war mode completely I-so we are nonsense R-yes I-I will definitely kill you with my bare hands one day raman bhalla R-your looks are enough to do that madrasan don't stress your beautiful hands for that he winked at her making sure none saw them while she looked down blushing at his comment and her thoughts were halted when her amma dragged her inside the house asking her not to even look at those punjabis while his mother did the same both were being dragged by their mothers while raman blew a kiss to her assuring her one day their mothers would accept them and their love. -written by akriti....