Arguments of hearts
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Abgeschlossene Geschichte Sa., Dez. 27, 20255Std 29Min
"what are arguments of hearts?"
their souls were not supposed to know eachother so well.
but they did!
their hearts were not supposed to recognise the beating of eachother.
but they did!
their eyes were not supposed to search for eachother.
but they did!
and they were not supposed to fall in love with eachother.
BUT THEY DID!
what if all around famous enemies start having feelings for eachother?
they both hated eachother but fate had another plans for them. as they grew closer they began to understand their feelings towards eachother.
the feelings which they have buried deep down started to flow as both of them drew closer coincidentally.
what if a gujrati thepla meets it's maharashtrian puran poli?
" you gaint son of a hulk! what have you done? are you out of your useless nut filled mind?"
" why are you shouting? can't you ask it more calmly and sweetly? always a spicy chilli!"
" you must be having a habit of tasting sweet things as you prefer everything sweet! but don't expect it from me! cause we aren't Sweet and prefer spicy. so l am the same. if you can't tolerate it then I too prefere you to stay. out. of. my. buisness.!" she said as she pushed him slightly by each break she took between her talks as he sat on the bench due to sudden force.
" damn! aren't you worried about your ruined assignment miss.spicy!? or do want me to ruin your face too!?" he stood up and asked with a smirk.
" first take care of your ruined image mr.frog! hope you have a extra pant. Or will you roam around while showing your long sexy Chicken feets, huh!? but I can assure that it's sweet!" as she smirked and whispered in his ears so that only he can listen to it.
turning away she walked from there gracefully as the crowd gathered made way for her and a loud voice of gossips could be heard .
let's dive into the story to find how their hearts blooms and they grow a tree of feelings towards eachother.
marathi girl Γ gujrati boy.
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