Imperfectly perfect
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Last published Wed, Dec 4, 2024
◇She accepted his chaos
he comprehended her silence✨️
《Sneak peak》
"Himmat kaise hui apki-" i pointed my finger at the man- scratch that- gadha in front of me while he leans on the frame of my door with a smirk on his face.
"What did i do now?" He asked playing innocent
'Can i Slap him just once to cure this supposed amnesia?' My intrusive side suggested
'But doesn't he look so hot leaning on MY door frame' the simp said with heart eyes emoji
'Shut up!' I yelled in mind and these voices dissappeared
"Why tf did you post this on insta?" I frowned in frustration seeing our pic of me sleeping leaning ln his shoulder and threw my phone at him which he, bhagwan ka shukar hai, caught with ease.
"Happy day 1 of our relationship, Miss. Desai" he winked and i suddenly remembered last night-
WHAT IN THE HOLY GRASSHOPPER-
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Divya Doshi, a free bird who had freed herself from the cages of her own family years ago acts all happy go lucky, carefree and crazy for the world. But the silent strom raging in her heart was something she always hid.
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Meet Shaurya Malhotra, The Charming RJ of show "Desi Siyape" who has a voice as warm as the morning sun and laugh so infectious that brightens the room. But behind his microphone lies a hidden darkness, a secret which might or might not be believable. But who cares?
◇khuch logo se "kaise ho" ki jagah "kyu ho" puchne ka mann karta hai. ◇
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