Whispers of Hidden Love
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Welcome to the story of a lovely bava-maradal, Likhitha and Harsha. It's just a feel good story. I am so tired of all those angst, kissing or sleeping with some chick to save the fl. So I want to make a story without any of those. This is my first time writing so excuse my writing.
This story is about bava-maradal, it's a telugu story but I will also translate it in english. So enjoy it.
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