Sukhi Roti
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"Sheesh Mahal na mujhko shuhaye
Tujh sang sukhi roti bhaye"
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A GAME OF DECEIT
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"Arranged?." I asked. "Yes. " She replied. There comes a time in your life when you feel utterly guilty of leading a life you never wanted. But the taste of it only gets worst when you loose someone in the process of portraying yourself as strong and capable human. To find out the relation between these two individuals so read my book!
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