Ishq Junoon

Ishq Junoon

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What i was and what i have become. There is no reason for me to live. Now i just want to die peacefully but to my bad luck i am not able to die peacefully. I am just a lifeless body. I loved someone with my whole heart but god don't want to see me happy. He snatched every happiness of my life from me. ~Gauri Rathod I always saw her as a sister or i really did? I considered her my lil sis but when I saw her living like a dead body something broke in my heart. I always tried to run away from my feelings towards her because of a silly reason or I didn't realized my trye feelings towards her. But when she was slipping from my hands i realized her true value but it was too late or there was a hope? ~Rudrakhsha Rana what was my fault in everything. I loved him truly, is this was my fault. what did i lacked in that relationship. But i can't do anything bad to an innocent soul, who have suffered so much in her life but how can I make my stupid heart understand, that he is not mine. He was never mine. ~Shivanya Oberoi Pic uesd in cover of the book is not mine. Credit goes to its rightful owner. All right are reserved. So pls don't use my story anywhere.
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