The Twisted Love
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please tell me what happened that night ? ...please .. Please tell me .. Before I could say something to him or answers these questions to him sweat started coming on my forehead like I had just come after washing my face . My whole body was shaking and my hands were trembling like hell ... and I fainted before I could say anything , but before I touch the floor , two strong hands hold me tightly and I swayed in his arms and its non other then ...KIYAAN SINGH OBEROI who has kept me imprisoned .
Here this is The story of some characters who have to meet each other but the path through which they have to meet is so thin and its not so easy .
what if you do not have love but even hate the name of love and still you fall in love, what if you do not have faith in something like relationship but still you tied in a bond which is very sudden and which you have not even thought about.
what if all the beautiful girls are after you and you are only after one girl about whom you know that only she will or she can win my heart , but may she doest not look at you with that kind of eyes ..???
Anything can happen friends, to know more keep reading The Twisted Love by The_fallenInk... Follow me on Instagram id is - The_fallenInk..Available on wattpad as well id is - The_fallenInk..
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