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Last published Fri, Sep 5, 2025
𝙎𝙀𝙏𝙏𝙇𝙀 𝙄𝙉- 𝟭𝟴𝟳𝟮.
𝐑𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐞𝐲𝐫𝐚 𝐕𝐢𝐠𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐱 is the youngest daughter of a successful french baker, having eldest sisters she witnessed the false perception of life through the eyes of prejudice and unfair stereotypes of law.
As she grows to being the curious woman she is now, she cannot help but question the lives of royalty. Why must they engulf in favor while they suffer low? 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨.
𝐊𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐥𝐞𝐲, The Spare Prince. Being the result of an allegiance of Great Britain to Bharat's monarchy.
The brown handsome boy witnesses with his eldest brother the life of luxury everyone dreams in their sleeps.
However, the spare prince would like to reconsider and repurpose his given life for the better. No pressure, 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭. 𝘐𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵?
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𝘈𝘯𝘫𝘢𝘯𝘦 𝘩𝘪 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘰 𝘯𝘦, 𝘸𝘢𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘪𝘯 𝘬𝘪𝘺𝘦 𝘬𝘢𝘺𝘪 𝘴𝘢𝘢𝘳𝘦⋆୨୧˚ "𝐈'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮." "𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐲? 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠." _____｡☆ 𝐈 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐱 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝. 𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞'𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞. '𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞?' 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭. '𝐘𝐄𝐒! 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐋𝐋 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄.' 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲. ᴗ•✧*๑˙❥˙๑～♡ 𝘛𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 <3Complete
KRIYAT: A tale beyond time and centuries.
Ye ishq nhi asan, ek aag ka dariya hai or doob ke jaana hai..... ♡ 𝐊𝐑𝐈𝐘𝐀𝐓 ♡ 𝐊𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐕 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐇 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤.... 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐕𝐀 𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐰 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫..... ______________________________ "𝐀𝐩𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐡 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐚𝐭 𝐤𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐚 𝐧𝐚 𝐤𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐝 𝐤𝐞 𝐤𝐲𝐮 𝐣𝐚𝐚 𝐫𝐡𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐢" 𝐇𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 "𝐀𝐠𝐫 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐬𝐤a 𝐣𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐛 𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐝𝐚 𝐭𝐨𝐡 𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐦𝐨𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐚𝐭 𝐤𝐢 𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞, 𝐊𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐯. 𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐞 𝐣𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐣𝐢𝐲𝐞." 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧. __________________________________________ Jump inside the story to know more 💗✨
Singhaniyas' royal tale
𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐘𝐀... 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚝𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚜 𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛. 𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖..... 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚢𝚊 𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚜.... 𝙻𝚎𝚝'𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚍𝚎....𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛.....
𝗛𝗲𝗿 𝗦𝗮𝗿𝗱𝗮𝗿
𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗹 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗲𝘁 -𝗛𝗲𝗿 𝗦𝗮𝗿𝗱𝗮𝗿 ☆.｡.:* 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐇𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐗 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐉𝐄𝐄𝐓 ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ●○●○●○●○●○● TROPES: ✧Slow burn ✧Forbidden romance ✧Love at first sight ✧He fell first and harder ●○●○●○●○●○● 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐡𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐊𝐚𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐲. Not in a house where love felt like protection, and dreams were quietly caged. She was the perfect daughter...soft-spoken, graceful. But no one ever listened. Until one midnight... someone did. 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐣𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐃𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲. The ex-CEO turned politician-in-making had only promised a few months in the pind. He had plans. Borders. Boundaries. But all of it crumbled with just a moment, just a face. ●○●○●○●○●○● 𝙂𝙇𝙄𝙈𝙋𝙎𝙀: I fixed the bedsheet, nose scrunching as I placed the pillow. "Apne aap nu ki samajhde ne? Neta ne taan har thaan apni hi chalaunge?" I muttered, loud enough for someone to hear. "Who's my sardarni talking to like that?" He said from behind, teasing me. "Bhoot naal, karlo aap vi," I replied, rolling my eyes as I sat on the bed. He chuckled as he suddenly jumped on the bed and lay down beside me like he had every right. "You'll sleep on the couch. Main yaha soungi. Hatiye." "Hata kar dikhaiye," Before I could react, he pulled me under him and rested his head on my chest. "𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑒𝑐𝑡" he muttered.
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𝘼 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙧, 𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙙𝙞𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙜𝙚. |"𝙋𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣'𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙣 𝙄𝙡𝙡𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣, 𝙄𝙩'𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙡𝙖𝙬𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜."| |"𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙩 𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧. 𝙊𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙢𝙚-𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚𝙛𝙞𝙚𝙡𝙙. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙣... 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚."| 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙖 𝙛𝙖𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙮, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝘾𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙚𝙡 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙯𝙯𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙮, 𝙄 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙄𝙩 𝙤𝙛𝙛 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮. 𝑫𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔 & 𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 -He has a condition called Synesthesia where he can taste colors/sounds. -She suffers from (DPD) Dependent personality disorder. 𝑪𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒖𝒎(Past) || A 16-year-old who was given away at 14, now living In an orphanage planning his escape, but stumbles upon a young girl before his leave. 𝑪𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒖𝒎 (Present) || A businessman who now works In an art museum showcasing his art based on memories from his past. ・‥...━━━━━━━☁
The Queen Of Chandravansh | 18+
"Untie your lehenga," he said. "Huh?" I blinked, pretending I hadn't heard. Or maybe hoping I hadn't. "I said..." His gaze slid over me, heavier than touch, "untie the string of your lehenga." "And?" I asked, trying to match his tone. I hated how breathless I sounded. "And..." He whispered, "Insert your fingers down there. Then lick it slowly. Show me if your little jungle medicine works. Maybe I'll join you later." My hands froze. What? My eyes snapped to his. He was watching me-like a hawk that had already stripped away every feather I'd used to hide. He knows. He knows. 𝗛𝗲 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄𝘀. ❖ She was never meant to be his bride. 𝗦𝗵𝗶𝘃𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗮 𝗥𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗲 was the jewel of Rajgarh - a woman born of fire, trained in every royal art, even the forgotten ones whispered in hushed tones by dancing courtesans. He was meant to destroy her. 𝗥𝘂𝗱𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗵 𝗦𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗵 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗿𝗮𝘃𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗵, the ruthless crown prince of Devgarh, didn't want love. He wanted vengeance. She was the sister of the man who broke his own sister's heart. And so he took her. As a bride. As a weapon. As a wound. But what he didn't see coming... was the ache she awakened in him. The way her silence burned deeper than screams. The way her defiance tasted of poison and honey. Now the war is no longer on the battlefield. What happens when the enemy begins to crave her? This isn't a love story. It's a slow-burning fire. And a marriage soaked in secrets, storms, and stolen breaths. "She will break... the day I stop touching her with hate." And when he finally touches her with something else- Will she still be his enemy?
𝘈𝘯𝘫𝘢𝘯𝘦 𝘩𝘪 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘰 𝘯𝘦, 𝘸𝘢𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘪𝘯 𝘬𝘪𝘺𝘦 𝘬𝘢𝘺𝘪 𝘴𝘢𝘢𝘳𝘦⋆୨୧˚ "𝐈'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮." "𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐲? 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠." _____｡☆ 𝐈 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐱 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝. 𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞'𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞. '𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞?' 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭. '𝐘𝐄𝐒! 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐋𝐋 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄.' 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲. ᴗ•✧*๑˙❥˙๑～♡ 𝘛𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 <3
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