Kita Buat Ini Berlebihan
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Tarik ulur, semua tentang keduanya tidak pernah ada unsur kejelasan. Nyaris abu-abu. Sudah menjadi rahasia umum bahwa mereka tidak ada hubungan apa-apa, namun sama-sama berlagak ada sesuatu. Berhasil menggiring opini banyak orang yang sayangnya bertolak dari kenyataan.
Ini tentang Galvi dan Dara, antara keduanya yang entah apa namanya. Mereka buat ini berlebihan. Bukan hanya Dara yang menjadi orang lain untuk mendapatkan hati Galvi, tapi juga tentang Galvi bersama banyak aksinya, yang nyaris membuat Dara gila.
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Adesewa the pregnant corper
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junoon: ishq aur nafrat ka
The story unfolds around three main characters: Anika, Siddarth, and Pooja, intertwined in a web of family dynamics and relationships. Anika stood there, feeling the sting of her aunt Nandani's words. "Tumhari aukat hi kya hai, pehle tumhari woh behen, aur ab tum," she scoffed dismissively, her tone laced with condescension. Anika felt a mix of anger and hurt, but before she could respond, her sister-in-law Pooja stepped in. "Anika bhabi, Siddarth, chup hone ka naam nahi le raha. Aap chale mere saath," Pooja insisted, her voice filled with determination as she sought to rescue her favorite sister-in-law from the biting remarks. The atmosphere was charged with anticipation, especially with the wedding preparations underway. Anika's mother-in-law called out, "Aaj shaadi ke kaam hain, Anika. Tum Siddarth ko Ridhi ko de do, woh usko Akash ke saath sambhal legi." Her words carried the weight of expectation. "Ji maa," Anika replied dutifully, though her heart was heavy with the pressure of the day's events. She turned to Ridhi, her sister-in-law, and spoke softly, "Sorry yaar Ridhi." Anika handed over her son, a small bundle of energy, to her with a hint of reluctance. Ridhi smiled reassuringly, "Koi nahi bhabi, aap tension mat lo. Ye dono best friend khel lenge." Her cheerful demeanor helped ease Anika's worries, offering a glimmer of comfort amid the chaos of preparations. Dive in to discover more about their lives as they navigate through familial obligations, friendships, and the challenges brought forth by the impending celebration.
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Indonesian version Indonesia telah tiada... . . . Seorang penerus tahta, PKI, merenung di kamarnya pada malam yang dingin, di hari ulang tahunnya yang juga merupakan hari penobatannya sebagai penerus tahta ayahnya. Namun, di tengah kebahagiaan tersebut, ia merasa sedih karena kehilangan adik tercintanya yang telah mengorbankan nyawanya demi kembalinya keluarganya. PKI merasa bersalah dan mempertanyakan keputusan adiknya, yang menyerahkan nyawa demi mewujudkan keinginannya yang dianggap serakah. Meskipun ia menginginkan hasilnya, PKI tak ingin itu dibayar dengan nyawa adiknya. Cerita ini kemudian membawa pembaca ke peristiwa sebelum hari ulang tahun PKI, untuk memahami mengapa adiknya rela berkorban sebesar itu. English version Indonesia is gone.... . . . A successor to the throne, PKI, ponders in his room on a cold night, on his birthday which is also the day of his inauguration as his father's successor. However, in the midst of his happiness, he feels sad because he lost his beloved brother who had sacrificed his life for the return of his family. PKI feels guilty and questions his brother's decision, who gave his life to fulfill his desire which is considered greedy. Although he wants the result, PKI does not want it to be paid for with his brother's life. This story then takes the reader to the events before PKI's birthday, to understand why his brother was willing to make such a big sacrifice. English version Will only update every special day This book will use different languages But the main language is still Indonesian The writing is too standard, too stiff Indonesian version Hanya akan update setiap hari istimewa Buku ini akan menggunakan bahasa yang berbeda Namun bahasa utamanya tetap bahasa Indonesia Penulisan nya terlalu stanndar, terlalu kaku Image taken from @pinterest
𝗪𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗥 || 𝗡.𝗦𝗨𝗟𝗟𝗬
"𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗯𝗮𝗱 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀" "𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁, 𝗺𝗮 𝘀𝘆𝘂𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴" ▕▔▔▔▔▔▔▿▔▔▔▔▔▔▏ 𝗜𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗯𝗼𝘆 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗻 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗳 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗲𝗳𝘀 𝗲𝗹𝗱𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗱𝗮𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗲𝗿 ▕▁▁▁▁▁▁▵▁▁▁▁▁▁▏ '*¨'*•✿ 𝗔𝘃𝗮𝘁𝗮𝗿: 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗪𝗮𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝗪𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿 ✿•*'¨*' 𝗣𝘂𝗯𝗹𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗱 - 𝟬𝟰/𝟬𝟭'𝟮𝟯 𝗙𝗶𝗻𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗱 - 𝟭𝟭/𝟬𝟯'𝟮𝟯 》* 。 • ˚ ˚ ˛ ˚ ˛ • 。* 。° 。* 。 • ˚《 𝙄 𝙙𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝘼𝙫𝙖𝙩𝙖𝙧: 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙒𝙖𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙒𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙚. 𝙄 𝙙𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨, 𝙄 𝙙𝙤 𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙔/𝙉Concluida
I Love You... Two, Three., Four, Rais To Infinite AR OS
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