Mafia's Indian Wife

Mafia's Indian Wife

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Two souls completely apart , different from each other yet bounded together by the sacred bond of marriage. One lives and breathes darkness with the witness of his painful past whereas the other lives and believes in hope and nurture the kindness which is lost somewhere even though carrying the baggage of her past which no one is aware of. Dive in to find the way they found and fell for eachother. It's like No one fell first but both fell harder for eachother.
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