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ā·ā·āķ―ā· ā·ā·ā·āķļā·āķšā· āķļā·āķąā·āķĐā·ā·ā· āķšāķąā· āķāķŧā·āķā·āķ§ā·āķā· āķāķā·āķą āķāķąā·āķą āķā· ā·ā·ā·ā·ā·ā·āķšāķā·... āķāķšāķ§ āķāķą ā·ā·āķąā·ā· āķ―ā·âĢāķāķšā· ā·ā·āķģāķļ āķā·ā· āķąā·āķŧā·āķļā·āķŦ ā·ā·āķ―ā·āķīā·āķšā·āķā· āķāķą āķāķąā·āķĐā· ā·ā·ā·āķ―ā· āķšāķ§āķā· āķā·ā· āķąā·āķŧā·āķļā·āķŦ ā·ā·āķ―ā·āķīāķš āķāķā·āķą āķāķąā·āķą.. āķāķā· āķāķąā·āķĐā· ā·ā·ā·āķ―ā·āķā·āķąā· āķā·ā· āķąā·āķŧā·āķļā·āķŦ ā·ā·āķ―ā·āķīāķš āķāķā·āķą āķāķąā·āķąā·ā· āķā·āķšāķą āķāķ āķ―ā·ā·ā· āķŊā·āķšāķā· āķąā·ā·ā·āķšā·.. āķļā·āķāķŊ āķāķāķ§ āķ―ā·āķā· ā·āķ―ā·āķ―ā·āķšāķā· āķāķą ā·ā·āķąā·ā·..
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āķąā·āķŪ āķąā·ā·ā·ā·ā·āķ ā·ā·āķģā·āķą āķīā·āķāķ ā· āķīā·āķāķ ā· āķĒā·āķķā· āķāķŧāķ―ā· āķīā·āķāķ ā· āķā·āķļāķŧ āķā·āķ―ā·āķ―āķ āķāķąā·āķą āķā·āķ―ā·āķ―ā·āķā·.. āķ āķāķŧāķļā· āķ―ā·āķā· ā·āķ―ā·āķ―ā·āķšāķā· ā·ā·āķšā·āķāķąā·āķąā·ā· āķā·āķšāķą āķāķ ā·ā·āķ―ā·āķ§ ā·ā·āķąāķšāķā·.. āķāķā·āķąā· āķāķš ā·ā·āķąā·āķ§ āķīā·āķ§ āķŊā·āķąā·āķą ā·ā·āķ―ā·āķ§ āķāķļāķąā·āķā· āķĒā·ā·ā·āķā· āķ―ā·āķā·āķļ āķ―ā·āķā· āķ
āķ·ā·āķšā·āķāķšāķāķ§ āķļā·āķą āķŊā·āķąā·āķą ā·ā·āķąā·ā·..
āķ āķāķļāķšā· ā·ā·âāķšā·āķĒ āķā·ā·āķŊā·āķ āķīā·āķ§āķ―ā·āķą āķāķ.. āķā· āķāķā·āķāķŊ.... āķŧāķĒāķšā· āķīā·âāķŧāķ·āķ― āķāķļāķā·ā·āķŧāķšā·āķā·āķā· āķāķāķļ āķīā·āķā· ā·āķā·āķļ āķŧāķĒāķšā· āķąā·āķšā·āķĒā·âāķš āķ
āķļā·āķā·âāķš āķ°ā·āķŧāķšāķā· āķŊāķŧāķą āķļā·āķ°ā· āķŊā·ā·ā·āķŧā· āķāķŧā·āķāķ―ā·āķķāķŦā·āķĐā·āķŧāķā· āķāķā·āķ.. āķļā·āķāķŊ āķļā·āķ°ā·āķā· ā·ā·ā·āķąā·āķĐā·ā·āķąā· āķāķ āķšāķ§āķā· āķāķąā·āķĐā· ā·ā·ā·āķ―ā·āķā· āķā·ā· āķąā·āķŧā·āķļā·āķŦ āķāķīā·āķ°ā·āķš ā·āķŊā·āķŧāķąā·āķą ā·ā·ā·ā·âāķš
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ððððŦððĄðŪ ðððĻðð ðĪðĢ ðĐðĪ ððĄðĄ ðĐðð ððĪðŪðĻ ðĻðĪ... (mature because of mild profanity!! and MAYBE a kiss here and there) idk ðžð§ððððĄðð ðððĻ ð ðĢðĪð§ðĒððĄ ðĐðððĢððð ðĄððð, ððŠðĐ ððĻ ð ð ðð, ðĻðð ðĻððð§ððĐðĄðŪ ðĄðĪðŦðð ððð§ ðððĻðĐ ðð§ðððĢð ððððĪð§ð ððĄðĄ ðĐðð ðððĒð, ðððĄð ðð§ ðððĪðððĄðĄ. ð―ðððĪð§ð ðð ðĒðĪðŦðð ððŽððŪ, ðĻðð ðŽð§ðĪðĐð ðððĒ ð ðĄðĪðŦð ðĄððĐðĐðð§ ððŠðĐ ðĢððŦðð§ ðĻððĢðĐ ððĐ. ðððð§ðĻ ðĄððĐðð§, ðððĄð ðð§ ð§ððĐðŠð§ðĢðĻ ððĻ ð ðððĒðĪðŠðĻ ðĐðððĢ ðððĄððð§ððĐðŪ-ððĢð ððð§ ðĢððŽ ðĢððððððĪð§. ðŪððĐ.... ðððĄð ðð§ ððĪððĻðĢ'ðĐ ð§ððĒððĒððð§ ððð§, ððĢð ðžð§ððððĄðð ðĨð§ððĐððĢððĻ ðĻðð ððĪððĻðĢ'ðĐ ð ðĢðĪðŽ ðððĒ. ð―ðŠðĐ ðŽðððĢ ðĪðĄð ðĄððĐðĐðð§ðĻ ðððĪðŠðĐ ðððĒ ðð§ð ðĄððð ðð, ðð ðððĢððĻ ðĪðŠðĐ ðððĪðŠðĐ ððð§ ðĪðĄð ððððĄðððĪðĪð ðð§ðŠðĻð ðĪðĢ ðððĒ. ððĪ ðððĄðĒ ðððĒðĻððĄð ððĢð ðð§ððŊðŪ ðððĢðĻ, ðĐðððŪ ðððððð ðĐðĪ ððð ð ðððĐð, ððŠðĐ ððĻ ðĐðððŪ ðĻðĨððĢð ðĐððĒð ðĐðĪðððĐððð§, ððĄComplete
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ðð§ð ððĨðĒð§ð ðĪð§ðĻð°ð§ ððŽ ðð§ð ððĨ ð°ððŽ ð ðð ðēðððŦ ðĻðĨð ððĻðĨðĨðð ð ðŽððŪððð§ð ð°ðĻðŦðĪðĒð§ð ððŽ ð ððĻðððĨð ð ðĒðŦðĨ ððĻ ðĐððē ððĻðŦ ðŽððĄðĻðĻðĨ, ðĻð§ð ðððē ð°ðĄðĒðĨð ðŽðĄð'ðŽ ðð ð°ðĻðŦðĪ ðŽðĄð ð°ððŽ ðŦð ðŠðŪððŽððð ððĻðŦ ð ððð§ðð ðĐð ððĻðŪðŦðŽð ðŽðĄð ððððĨðĒð§ðð ðððððŪðŽð ðŽðĄð ð°ððŽð§'ð ð ððð§ðððŦ ððŪð ðŽðĄð ðĄðð ð§ðĻ ððĄðĻðĒðð. ðð§ðð ðŽðĄð ðððððĐððð ðŽðĄð ðĶððððŽ ð ðĄðð§ððŽðĻðĶð ðĻðĨðððŦ ðĶððĨð ð°ðĄðĻ ð°ðĒðĨðĨ ððĄðð§ð ð ðĄððŦ ðĨðĒðð ððĻðŦ ððĄð ð ðĻðĻð. ððððĄðĻð ðĶðð§ ðą ðð§ððĒð ðĨðĻðŊðComplete
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ðĐððð#2 ð°ððð ðððððð ØĒؚاØēÛ-ØđØīŲ ððð ðĒð§ð§ðĒð§ð ðĻð ððĻðŊð.... ðŦðððððð ðŦðððððð ð ðð ððð ðððððð ððð ðððð ðð ððð ðððð ðð ðð ðð ðððððððð ððð ðððððð ð ðð. ðŊðð ðððð ðððð ðð ððððððð ðððððð ððð ðððððð ððð ððð ðððððð ðð ðððð- ðððð ðð ððððððððððð ððð ðððððð ðððððð ðð ððð ðð ðððð ðð ððððððððð. ðūððð ðð ððð, ðđððððððððð ðððððð ððð- ðððððððð ððð ððð ðððð ðððð ðð ðððððð ððð ððððð ððððððð ðð ððð- ðð ðððð ðððð, ðŊð ððð ððððððð ðððð ðð ððð ðððððð ðððððð. ðŊðð ðððð ððð ððððððððððððððð ððððððð ðððð ððð ððððð ðððððð ðð ðððð ððð ððððððð ððð ðð ð ðððð ðð ðð ðððð ððð ðððð.....ðĻðððððð ðððððð. ðģðððððð ððð ðððð ððð ðððððð . -------- Started- 22 NovembeComplete
ĘĘáīáīĘáīĘ'ęą ę°ÉŠáīÉīáīÃáī
ððĒðŪðŠð°ðŊ ðĻðģðĒðĢðī ðŪðš ðļðĒðŠðīðĩ ðĒðŊðĨ ðĩðķðģðŊðī ðŪðĶ ð§ðĒðĪðŠðŊðĻ ðĩðĐðĶ ðĢðĒðĩðĐðģð°ð°ðŪ ðŪðŠðģðģð°ðģ. ððš ðĢðģðĶðĒðĩðĐ ðŠðī ðĪðĒðķðĻðĐðĩ ðŠðŊ ðŪðš ðĩðĐðģð°ðĒðĩ. ð ðĪðĒðŊ'ðĩ ðĨð° ðĩðĐðŠðī. ð ðĪðĒðŊ'ðĩ ð§ðķðĪðŽ ðŪðš ððŠðĒðŊðĪÃĐ ðĢðģð°ðĩðĐðĶðģ. "ðððĶðĒðīðĶ ðīðĩð°ðą..." ð ðļðĐðŠðīðąðĶðģ. ððĒðŪðŠð°ðŊ ðģðķðĢðī ðĩðĐðĶ ðĩðŠðą ð°ð§ ðĐðŠðī ðĪð°ðĪðŽ ðĒðĻðĒðŠðŊðīðĩ ðŪðš ðąðķðīðīðš, ðĪðĒðķðīðŠðŊðĻ ðŪðĶ ðĩð° ððĶðĩ ð°ðķðĩ ðĒ ðīð°ð§ðĩ ðŪð°ðĒðŊ. ð ðēðķðŠðĪðŽððš ðĪð°ð·ðĶðģ ðŪðš ðŪð°ðķðĩðĐ. "ððĒðŪðŠð°ðŊ, ðąððĶðĒðīðĶ.. ððĒðš ðŠðī ðģðŠðĻðĐðĩ ðŠðŊ ðĩðĐðĶ ð°ðĩðĐðĶðģ ðģð°ð°ðŪ." ð ðąððĶðĒðĨ. "ððĶ ðĨð°ðĶðīðŊ'ðĩ ðĐðĒð·ðĶ ðĩð° ðŽðŊð°ðļ." ððĒðŪðŠð°ðŊ ðļðĐðŠðīðąðĶðģðī ðĒðŊðĨ ðīððŠðąðī ðĐðŠðī ðĐðĒðŊðĨ ðŠðŊðĩð° ðŪðš ððĒðĪðĶ ðąðĒðŊðĩðŠðĶðī ðĒðŊðĨ ðĢðĶðĻðĒðŊ ðĩð° ðģðķðĢ ðŪðš ðĪððŠðĩ. ð ðĪðĒðŊ'ðĩ ðð°ð°ðŽ ðĒðĩ ðŪðšðīðĶðð§. ð ð§ðĶðĶð ðīð° ðĒðīðĐðĒðŪðĶðĨ.. ðīð° ðļðĶðĒðŽ. "ð ðĪðĒðŊ'ðĩ ðĨð° ðĩðĐðŠðī, ððĒðŪðŠð°ðŊ. ðððĶðĒðīðĶ." ð ðļðĐðŠðīðąðĶðģ, ðĢðķðĩ ðĐðĶ ðĪð°ðŊðĩðŠðŊðķðĶðī. ð'ðŪ ðĩðķðģðŊðĶðĨ ð°ðŊ. ððš ðŊðŠðąðąððĶðī ðĒðģðĶ ðĐðĒðģðĨ ðĒðŊðĨ ðŪðš ðąðķðīðīðšComplete
Tainted Desires : Bound By Misfortunes
ð―ðĪðĪð 1 ðĪð ððððĢðĐðð ððð§ðððĻ "ðĻðððð ððððð ððð ðððð ððð ðððð ðð. ð° ðððð ððð. ðĻððð ðððððð ððð ð ðððððð ððð ð°'ðð ðððð ðððððð "~ ðžðĢðĢððððĐð ðððð ðŠð§ " ð°'ðð ððð ððððð ððð. ðĩðð ððð. ðĩðð ðððð. ððð'ðð ðððð ðððð."~ ððąðĩðķðŋðŪð· ðĶðķðŧðīðĩ ðĨðŪððĩðžðŋðē ðĻð ðš ðð ðšðžðū ð ðūð― ðŧð ðš ððšð ðŋðūðšððūð― ðŧð ðūððūðððððū, ðððšððūð―ð ðððŋðð ð―ðūð― ðšð ðšð ðšðððð ðšðððūððð, ððūðšðð ðð ððšððū ððð ðŧðūðð ðŋðððūðð―, ð ðūðŋð ððð ðððððūð'ð ðžð ðððūðð ðŋðððūðð― ðððððšððūð―. ð ð ððū ððūððšðððūð― ððŧð ðððððð ðð ððūð ððšðð, ðšð ðððūððð ððžðšðŧð ðū ððð ð ð―ððūð ððð ðð ððūð. ðĄðð ðððū ðððūððððð ððūððšðð ðððð ð ðð ðððū ðšðð - ðķðð ð ðððū ðūððūð ð―ðððžðððūð ðððū ððððð ðšðŧððð ððð ððððð ððūððūðð?
Tainted Love : Minister's Bride
ðĶðĩðē ððŪð ðąðēððžððķðžðŧ ðķðŧð°ðŪðŋðŧðŪððē, ðŪðŧðą ðĩðē ððŪð ððĩðē ðīðžðą ððžðž ðŪðģðŋðŪðķðą ððž ðŪð°ð°ðēð―ð ðĩðēðŋ ððžðŋððĩðķð―. ððð ðąðēðķððķðēð ðŪðŋðē ðŧðžð ðšðēðŪðŧð ððž ðŊðē ðąðēðŧðķðēðą-ðžðŧðđð ðððŋðŋðēðŧðąðēðŋðēðą ððž ð―ðĪðĪð 2 ðĪð ððððĢðĐðð ððð§ðððĻ ðēððū ð―ðð―ð'ð ð ðððū ððð-ðððū ðððððððððūð― ððð. ð ðð― ððððððð ð ðððū ððūðð ðžððð ð― ðððð ððð―ð ðððð ððððððūðð. ðēððū ðððððððððūð― ððð. ð§ðū ððūððūð ððšð ððūð. ððšðð―ððð ðŧðūð ððððūð― ðð ðēððððšðšð ð ððð ðŧðūðŋðððū ððū ðððððžðūð―. ð ðððððžðūðð ð―ðūððððūð― ðŧðūðððð― ððūðšððð. ð ðððšð―ðð ðð ððð ððððð. ðĄðð ðððūð ðððū ððšð ððūð― ðšððšð, ðððū ð―ðð―ð'ð ðððð ð ðūðšððū-ðððū ðžððšð ð ðūðððūð― ððð. ð ðð― ðððšð ððšð ððð ðððððšððū. ðĄðūðžðšðððū ððūð ð ðððū ððšð ððūððūð ððūðšðð ðð ððūðšð . ðĻð ððšð ððūðšðð ðð ð―ðūððððð. ðĻð ððšð ððūðšðð ðð ðððð.
ððē ðð§ððąðĐððððð ðððŽððĒð§ðē
ððĄðŊðð§ðĒ'ðŽ ðĨðĒðð ðððĪððŽ ð ððŦððĶðððĒð ððŪðŦð§ ð°ðĄðð§ ðĄððŦ ðððĶðĒðĨðē ððĻðŦðððŽ ðĄððŦ ððĻ ðĶððŦðŦðē ðððŊððĒð, ð ðĶðð§ ðŽðĄð ðððŦððĨðē ðĪð§ðĻð°ðŽ. ðððŽðĐððŦððð ððĻ ððŽðð ðĐð, ððĄðŊðð§ðĒ ðĪðĒðð§ððĐðĐðð ðððŊððĒð ðĻð§ ððĄððĒðŦ ð°ððððĒð§ð ðððē, ðĄðĻðĐðĒð§ð ððĻ ððð§ðððĨ ððĄð ðĶððŦðŦðĒðð ð. ððĻð°ððŊððŦ, ðĄððŦ ðĐðĨðð§ ðĒðŽ ððĻðĒðĨðð ð°ðĄðð§ ðððĪðŽðĄ ðððŽðĄðēððĐ, ð ððĄððŦðĒðŽðĶðððĒð ððĒð ðŪðŦð, ððŦðŦðĒðŊððŽ ðŪð§ððąðĐððððððĨðē, ððĨððĒðĶðĒð§ð ððĻ ðð ððĄðŊðð§ðĒ'ðŽ ðŦððĐðĨððððĶðð§ð ð ðŦðĻðĻðĶ. Started- 19/02/25
ððĄð ðððģðģðĨðĒð§ð ððð°ð§'§ ||ðð+
âðâ ð ððĨðĻð° ððŪðŦð§ ððĻðĶðð§ðð âðâ ~ð ðŽððĻðŦðē ð°ðĄððŦð ððĻððĄ ðĒð§ðððð ðĄððð ððððĄ ðĻððĄððŦ, ððŪð ðŽðĻðĶðððĒðĶððŽ ðððŽððĒð§ðē ððĻððŽð§'ð ðððððĐð ðĒð! ï―Ąâ§ Prologue "āĪŪāĪūāĪāĪ āĪĪāĨāĪāĨāĪŊāĪūāĪĩāĪ° āĪŠāĨāĪ°āĨāĪŪ āĪāĪđāĨ." Majha tujhyavar prem aahe. "I'm in love with you," he said. His voice was rough. Low. And in Marathi-for the first time. He never spoke in his mother tongue before. But now... he did. For me. And in that moment, I didn't know whether to smile... or shatter. Was I supposed to feel happy? Because all I felt was numb. I couldn't believe this was real. Not him. Not this moment. It felt like a cruel, twisted fantasy. No. No, this can't be happening. It's my birthday. Maybe I drank too much. Maybe I'm hallucinating. Or maybe... he's playing with me. Again. "You're not lying... right?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper. My heart pounded like a warning siren. This felt like a game. A trap. His expression didn't change- but something in his eyes shifted. Dark. Unreadable. Dangerous. Why now? Why me? Tears stung the corners of my eyes, and I hated that he saw them. Because the truth is- I don't know how to react to a man who once broke me... now telling me he loves me. Not when his love feels like poison- sweet on the surface, deadly underneath. And yet, a part of me wanted to believe him. Wanted to fall. Even if I knew I'd be falling onto broken glass. Because that's what his love is. Beautiful. Addictive. Painful. And now it's mine. Whether I survive it or not... ï―Ąâ§ ð ðĻðŦ ððĄð ðĻð§ð ð°ðĄðĻ ðĒðŽ ð°ðð§ððĒð§ð ððĻðŦ ððĄððŦð ðððĨðŪðĨðŪ ððĻðŪðĐ
ððððŦððĄðŪ ðððĻðð ðĪðĢ ðĐðĪ ððĄðĄ ðĐðð ððĪðŪðĻ ðĻðĪ... (mature because of mild profanity!! and MAYBE a kiss here and there) idk ðžð§ððððĄðð ðððĻ ð ðĢðĪð§ðĒððĄ ðĐðððĢððð ðĄððð, ððŠðĐ ððĻ ð ð ðð, ðĻðð ðĻððð§ððĐðĄðŪ ðĄðĪðŦðð ððð§ ðððĻðĐ ðð§ðððĢð ððððĪð§ð ððĄðĄ ðĐðð ðððĒð, ðððĄð ðð§ ðððĪðððĄðĄ. ð―ðððĪð§ð ðð ðĒðĪðŦðð ððŽððŪ, ðĻðð ðŽð§ðĪðĐð ðððĒ ð ðĄðĪðŦð ðĄððĐðĐðð§ ððŠðĐ ðĢððŦðð§ ðĻððĢðĐ ððĐ. ðððð§ðĻ ðĄððĐðð§, ðððĄð ðð§ ð§ððĐðŠð§ðĢðĻ ððĻ ð ðððĒðĪðŠðĻ ðĐðððĢ ðððĄððð§ððĐðŪ-ððĢð ððð§ ðĢððŽ ðĢððððððĪð§. ðŪððĐ.... ðððĄð ðð§ ððĪððĻðĢ'ðĐ ð§ððĒððĒððð§ ððð§, ððĢð ðžð§ððððĄðð ðĨð§ððĐððĢððĻ ðĻðð ððĪððĻðĢ'ðĐ ð ðĢðĪðŽ ðððĒ. ð―ðŠðĐ ðŽðððĢ ðĪðĄð ðĄððĐðĐðð§ðĻ ðððĪðŠðĐ ðððĒ ðð§ð ðĄððð ðð, ðð ðððĢððĻ ðĪðŠðĐ ðððĪðŠðĐ ððð§ ðĪðĄð ððððĄðððĪðĪð ðð§ðŠðĻð ðĪðĢ ðððĒ. ððĪ ðððĄðĒ ðððĒðĻððĄð ððĢð ðð§ððŊðŪ ðððĢðĻ, ðĐðððŪ ðððððð ðĐðĪ ððð ð ðððĐð, ððŠðĐ ððĻ ðĐðððŪ ðĻðĨððĢð ðĐððĒð ðĐðĪðððĐððð§, ððĄ
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