Stuck in the Past
- LECTURAS 151
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- Partes 4
ðð¡ðð ð¡ðð©ð©ðð§ð¬ ð°ð¡ðð§ ð ððð§ ðšð ð ð©ðšð©ð®ð¥ðð« ððð§ð ðð¢ð§ðð¥ð¥ð² ð ððð¬ ð¡ðð« ð°ð¢ð¬ð¡ ðð§ð ð ððð¬ ððš ðŠððð ðð¡ððŠ ð°ð¡ðð§ ðð¡ðð² ð°ðð«ð ð²ðšð®ð§ð ðð«,ðŠðð²ðð ð¬ð¡ð ððð¥ð¥ð¬ ð¢ð§ ð¥ðšð¯ð ð°ð¢ðð¡ ðšð§ð ðšð ðð¡ððŠ ðð§ð ðð¡ðð² ð¡ðð¯ð ð ð¡ðð©ð©ð² ð¥ð¢ðð ðšð« ðð¡ðð² ðð¢ð§ð ðšð®ð ð°ð¡ðð ð¡ðð©ð©ðð§ðð ðð§ð ð¡ðð« ð¥ð¢ðð ð¢ð¬ ð«ð®ð¢ð§ðð ðð§ð ð¬ð¡ð ððð§'ð ð ðð ðððð€
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ðð®ð ð°ð¡ðš ððð§ ððð¥ð¥ ðð¡ð ðð®ðð®ð«ð ð¬ðš ð¥ððð¬ ð¬ðð ð°ð¡ðð ð¡ðð©ð©ðð§ð¬ áŠ
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ð§ðµð¶ð»ðŽð ððŒð ððµðŒðð¹ð± ðžð»ðŒð: â ðððð ðð ðð ðððððœ ðððŸðððð ð»ððð ð¿ðð ððºððððð, ðŸððŒððœððð ððŸðððº'ð ððð ðððŸðððð ð»ððð. â ðððð ð»ððð ððð ð ððð ð ðŒððððºðð ð¿ð ðð¿ð¿ / ðºðððð ðððŸððððð. â ðððððð ð ðºððððºððŸ ðð ðððŸðœ. â ððð»ð ðððððð ðœðºððŸ: 04/ /21 ðŒð ðððŸðœ: ðšð§ðð¬ð¡ðšðð¬ ðð§ð ð¬ððšð«ð¢ðð¬ ðð«ð ð¬ðð«ð¢ððð¥ð² ðð¥ð¥ ð£ð®ð¬ð ððšð« ðð®ð§. ðð§ð² ð¬ð¢ðŠð¢ð¥ðð«ð¢ðð¢ðð¬ ððš ð«ððð¥ ð¥ð¢ðð ðð¯ðð§ðð¬ ðð«ð ð©ð®ð«ðð¥ð² ððšð¢ð§ðð¢ððð§ðð¥. ðð¡ð ðð§ð¢ðŠð ð®ð¬ðð ð¢ð§ ðð¡ð¢ð¬ ððšðšð€ ððš ð§ðšð ððð¥ðšð§ð ð¬ ððš ðŠð.![â TRIPPING WITH THE HEARTTHROB [JJK X reader]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/274158835-256-k794773.jpg)
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ððªð® ð ð ðªðŽ ð¢ ð®ðŠð¥ðªð€ð¢ð ðŽðµð¶ð¥ðŠð¯ðµ ð¢ð£ðŽð°ð³ð£ðŠð¥ ðªð¯ ð©ðŠð³ ðŽðµð¶ð¥ðªðŠðŽ. ðð©ðŠ ðµð°ð±ðŽ ð©ðŠð³ ð€ðð¢ðŽðŽðŠðŽ ð£ð¶ðµ ð§ðŠðŠððŽ ððªð¬ðŠ ð¢ð¯ ð°ð¶ðµð€ð¢ðŽðµ ð¥ð¶ðŠ ðµð° ð©ðŠð³ ðªð¯ðµð³ð°ð·ðŠð³ðµðŠð¥ ð¯ð¢ðµð¶ð³ðŠ. ðð¯ ðŠð¯ð€ð°ð¶ð¯ðµðŠð³ ðžðªðµð© ð¢ð¯ ð°ðð¥ ð€ðð¢ðŽðŽð®ð¢ðµðŠ, ððªð® ðð³ðªð¢, ð®ð¢ð¬ðŠðŽ ð©ðŠð³ ð³ðŠð¢ððªð»ðŠ ðµð©ð¢ðµ ðŽð©ðŠ ðžð¢ð¯ðµðŽ ð®ð°ð³ðŠ ð§ð³ð°ð® ððªð§ðŠ ðµð©ð¢ð¯ ð«ð¶ðŽðµ ð©ðªðšð© ð®ð¢ð³ð¬ðŽ. ðð°, ðŽð©ðŠ ð®ð¢ð¬ðŠðŽ ð¢ð¯ ðªð®ð±ð¶ððŽðªð·ðŠ ð¥ðŠð€ðªðŽðªð°ð¯ ðµð° ð§ð°ððð°ðž ðð³ðªð¢ ð°ð¯ ð¢ ð©ðªð¬ðªð¯ðš ðµð³ðªð± ðµð° ððŠð«ð¶ ððŽðð¢ð¯ð¥. ðð¶ð³ðªð¯ðš ðµð©ðŠ ðµð³ðªð±, ðŽð©ðŠ ð³ðŠð¯ðŠðžðŽ ð©ðŠð³ ð§ð³ðªðŠð¯ð¥ðŽð©ðªð± ðžðªðµð© ð©ðŠð³ ð§ð°ð³ð®ðŠð³ ð€ðð¢ðŽðŽð®ð¢ðµðŠ, ððŠð°ð¯ ðð¶ð¯ðšð¬ð°ð°ð¬. ðªðŽ ð¢ ð€ð©ð¢ð³ð®ðŠð³, ð±ðð¢ðºðŠð³ ð¢ð¯ð¥ ð¢ ðžð¢ð¯ð¥ðŠð³ðŠð³ ðžð©ð° ð©ð¢ðŽ ð¯ð° ðªð¯ðµðŠð³ðŠðŽðµ ðªð¯ ðŠð·ðŠð³ ðŽðŠðµðµððªð¯ðš ð¥ð°ðžð¯ ð¢ð¯ð¥ ð§ðªð¯ð¥ðªð¯ðš ðð°ð·ðŠ. ðð©ð³ð°ð¶ðšð©ð°ð¶ðµ ðµð©ðŠ ðµð³ðŠð¬, ðð¶ð¯ðšð¬ð°ð°ð¬ ð¢ð¯ð¥ ð ð ðšð³ð°ðž ð€ðð°ðŽðŠð³ ð¢ð¯ð¥ ð¥ðªðŽð€ð°ð·ðŠð³ ðµð©ðªð¯ðšðŽ ð¢ð£ð°ð¶ðµ
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ðð¡ð ððð³ð³ð¥ð¢ð§ð ððð°ð§'§ ||ðð+
âðâ ð ðð¥ðšð° ðð®ð«ð§ ððšðŠðð§ðð âðâ ~ð ð¬ððšð«ð² ð°ð¡ðð«ð ððšðð¡ ð¢ð§ðððð ð¡ððð ðððð¡ ðšðð¡ðð«, ðð®ð ð¬ðšðŠððð¢ðŠðð¬ ððð¬ðð¢ð§ð² ððšðð¬ð§'ð ððððð©ð ð¢ð! ⧠Prologue "à€®à€Ÿà€à€ à€€à¥à€à¥à€¯à€Ÿà€µà€° à€ªà¥à€°à¥à€® à€à€¹à¥." 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... ⧠ð ðšð« ðð¡ð ðšð§ð ð°ð¡ðš ð¢ð¬ ð°ðð§ðð¢ð§ð ððšð« ðð¡ðð«ð ððð¥ð®ð¥ð® ððšð®ð©![â Petrichor Feelings [Taegyu]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/356063978-256-k790582.jpg)
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ðð¡ðš ðð¡ðšð®ð ð¡ð ðð¡ðð ððð§ð ðððð¡ð²ð®ð§ ð°ð¢ð¥ð¥ ð¬ð®ðððð§ð¥ð² ð ðð ð ððšð®ð ð¡ ð§ððð€ ððš ð§ððð€ ððšðŠð©ððð¢ðð¢ðšð§ ððšð« ð¡ð¢ð¬ ð«ðð§ð€ð¢ð§ð ðð«ðšðŠ ð ðð«ðð§ð¬ððð«ðð ððð¥ð¥ðð ðð¡ðšð¢ ðððšðŠð ð²ð®? ðð¡ðð ð ð«ððð®ðð¥ð¥ð² ðð®ðð¥ð¬ ð®ð© ð ðð¢ðððð« ð¡ððð«ðð ððšð« ðððð¡ ðšðð¡ðð«. ððð¬ð©ð¢ðð ð¡ðð¯ð¢ð§ð ðð¡ð ð¬ððŠð ððŠðð¢ðð¢ðšð§ð¬, ðððð¡ð²ð®ð§ ð¥ðððð« ðð¢ð¬ððšð¯ðð«ð¬ ðð¡ðð ðð¡ðð«ð ð°ðð«ð ðŠðð§ð² ðð¡ð¢ð§ð ð¬ ðð¡ð ð¥ððððð« ð¡ðð«ððšð«ðð ððð¬ð¢ððð¬ ððððððŠð¢ð ð¢ð¬ð¬ð®ðð¬. ðð¬ ðð¢ðŠð ðð¥ðð° ðð², ðð¡ð ð²ðšð®ð§ð ðð« ð¬ððð«ððð ð¡ðð¯ð¢ð§ð ð¬ðšðŠð ð®ð§ð°ðð§ððð ð¢ð§ð§ðð« ððšð§ðð¥ð¢ððð¬ ð¡ð ð¥ððð¬ð ðð±ð©ððððð. ðð®ð¬ð ðð°ðš ð«ð¢ð¯ðð¥ð¬ ð«ð¢ð ð¡ð? ðð¡ðð ððšð®ð¥ð ðð¡ðð§ð ð ð«ððð¥ð¥ð²? ððªðŽð€ðð¢ðªð®ðŠð³: ðð°ð¯ðŠ ð°ð§ ðµð©ðŠ ðŽðµð¢ðµðŠð¥ ðµð©ðªð¯ðšðŽ ðªð¯ ðµð©ðŠ ðŽðµð°ð³ðº ð¢ð³ðŠ ð³ðŠðð¢ðµðŠð¥ ðµð° ðµð©ðŠ ð³ðŠð¢ð ððªð§ðŠ ð°ð§ ðµð©ðŠ ðªð¥ð°ð.Concluida
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ðð¡ð¢ð¬ ð¢ð¬ ð ð¬ððªð®ðð¥ ððš "ððš ð°ðšð«ð€ðð«ð¬ ð°ð¢ðð¡ ððð§ððð¢ðð¬" ⢠⢠ððšð®'ð«ð ðð§ ðððð«ðð¬ð¬ ð°ð¡ðš ð¡ðð¬ ð¬ððð«ð«ðð ð¢ð§ ð ððð° ðŠðšð¯ð¢ðð¬ ðð®ð ð²ðšð®ð« ðð¢ð ð ðð¬ð ðŠðšð¯ð¢ð ðð¡ðð ð ðšð ð²ðšð® ðŠðšð«ð ðððŠðšð®ð¬ ð°ðð¬ ðð©ð¢ððð«-ððð§ ð ð ð, ðð¬ ð²ðšð® ð©ð¥ðð²ðð ðð£. ðð¡ðš ð°ðð¬ ððððð« ððð«ð€ðð«'ð¬ ð¥ðšð¯ðð«, ð©ð¥ðð²ðð ðð² ððšðŠ ððšð¥ð¥ðð§ð. ððšð® ðð§ð ððšðŠ ð®ð¬ðð ððš ðððð ðð®ð ðð«ðšð€ð ð®ð© ððððð®ð¬ð ðšð ðð¡ð ðð¢ð¬ððð§ðð. ððšð® ðð§ð ððšðŠ ðð¢ð§ðð¥ð¥ð² ðŠðð ðð§ð ððð¥ð¥ ð¢ð§ ð¥ðšð¯ð, ð²ðšð® ð ð®ð²ð¬ ððšð®ð ð¡ð, ð¡ðð ð¬ðð± ðð§ð ððšð®ð¥ðð§'ð ðð ð¡ðð©ð©ð¢ðð«. ððšðŠ ð ðšð ððð¬ððð ð¢ð§ "ðð¡ðð«ð«ð²" ðð¥ðšð§ð ð¬ð¢ðð ðððð«ðð¬ð¬, ðð¢ðð«ð ðð«ðð¯ðš.âš ðð¡ð¢ð ð°ðð§ð ððšð°ð§ ð°ð¡ðð§ ðð¢ðð«ð ð€ð¢ð¬ð¬ðð ððšðŠ ðšð§ ðð¡ð ð«ðšðšð ðð®ð ð²ðšð® ð ð®ð²ð¬ ðŠðð§ðð ðð ððš ðð¢ð± ð¢ð ðð¬ ð²ðšð® ðð¥ð¥ ðððððŠð ðð¥ðšð¬ð. ððšð® ðð§ð ððšðŠ ð°ðð§ð ðð¡ð«ðšð®ð ð¡ ð¡ðð¥ð¥ ððšð ððð¡ðð« ðConcluida
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ð ðððððð ð ððð ðððððð -ËËâââââ ‹â ð±ðððð ðð ð ððððððð ðð ðððð ðððððð ððððð ðð ððððððð, ð ðððð ðððð ððð ððððð ððð ðððððð ðð ððððððð ðð ðððð ðððððððð ððð. ð©ðð ððð ððððð ðð ððð ððð ððð ðððððð ðððððð ð ððð ðððððð ? â¡ðŽð ðððð ðð ð³ðððâ¡ ðð ð ððððð ðð ðððð ððð ððððððð ðð ððð ðððð ðð ððð ððððððð. ᎡáŽÊÉŽÉªÉŽÉ¢ê± â¢ ðºððð ðšðððð ð±ðð²ððð ðŽðððð ðšðð ð®ðð 7+ ð¶ðððððððð ð¯ðððð ð¬ðð ððð ð»ðð ð±ððððððð ð©ððððð ð±ðððð ©áŽÉªáŽáŽáŽÊᎠáŽê±áŽáŽ ɪɎ áŽÊᎠê±áŽáŽÊÊ áŽÊáŽáŽ ɪáŽê± É¢áŽáŽê± áŽáŽ áŽÊáŽÉªÊ ÊɪɢÊáŽê°áŽÊ áŽáŽ¡ÉŽáŽÊê±
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ðð¥ð¥ ððšð©ð²ð«ð¢ð ð¡ðð¬ ðððððð ððš ð§ððŠðšð«ð¢ðð¡! ð ððð ðððððð/ð ð & ððððð ð®ð¬ðð, ð°ðð«ð ððšð®ð§ð ðððððð⢠ðð«ð¢ð ð ðð« ððð«ð§ð¢ð§ð ðð¡ð¢ð¬ ððšðšð€ ððšð§ððð¢ð§ð¬ ð¬ðð§ð¬ð¢ðð¢ð¯ð ððšð©ð¢ðð¬ ð¬ð®ðð¡ ðð¬ ððð ððððð ðððððððð ððð ðððð ððð'ð ðððð ððð!ðConcluida
ð§ðµð¶ð»ðŽð ððŒð ððµðŒðð¹ð± ðžð»ðŒð: â ðððð ðð ðð ðððððœ ðððŸðððð ð»ððð ð¿ðð ððºððððð, ðŸððŒððœððð ððŸðððº'ð ððð ðððŸðððð ð»ððð. â ðððð ð»ððð ððð ð ððð ð ðŒððððºðð ð¿ð ðð¿ð¿ / ðºðððð ðððŸððððð. â ðððððð ð ðºððððºððŸ ðð ðððŸðœ. â ððð»ð ðððððð ðœðºððŸ: 04/ /21 ðŒð ðððŸðœ: ðšð§ðð¬ð¡ðšðð¬ ðð§ð ð¬ððšð«ð¢ðð¬ ðð«ð ð¬ðð«ð¢ððð¥ð² ðð¥ð¥ ð£ð®ð¬ð ððšð« ðð®ð§. ðð§ð² ð¬ð¢ðŠð¢ð¥ðð«ð¢ðð¢ðð¬ ððš ð«ððð¥ ð¥ð¢ðð ðð¯ðð§ðð¬ ðð«ð ð©ð®ð«ðð¥ð² ððšð¢ð§ðð¢ððð§ðð¥. ðð¡ð ðð§ð¢ðŠð ð®ð¬ðð ð¢ð§ ðð¡ð¢ð¬ ððšðšð€ ððš ð§ðšð ððð¥ðšð§ð ð¬ ððš ðŠð.
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