Mahi: His Jaan
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"Hey" I said waving both my arms in front of his face.
And he just glared at me.
"Can you even speak?", I rolled my eyes.
"yes"
"'yes' wow that's one word in your vocabulary." I said sarcastically.
"Shut up."
"Yay, see? That wasn't so hard now, was it?"
"Marry me"
"2 more wo- WAIT WHAT?"
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