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MatureOngoing5m
Last published Fri, May 29, 2026
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"ယောက်ျားလေးတစ်ယောက် ဖြစ်ပေမယ့် ဦးရဲ့သွေးသားမို့...ဒီအသက်ကိုကျွန်တော့်အသက်နဲ့လဲပြီးကျွန်တော်မွေးဖွားမယ်'' သုဝဏ္ဏငယ် "ကိုယ်ရှိနေသမျှ မင်းကို ဘယ်သူမှ အပြစ်ပြောပိုင်ခွင့်မရှိဘူး... ခက်ခဲတဲ့လမ်းဆို ကိုယ်ရှေ့ကသွားမယ် ခက်ခဲတာရှိရင် ကိုယ်ပဲ ခါးစီးခံမယ်'' ဘုန်းကံမြင့် "ေယာက္်ားေလးတစ္ေယာက္ ျဖစ္ေပမယ့္ ဦးရဲ႕ေသြးသားမို႔...ဒီအသက္ကိုကြၽန္ေတာ့္အသက္နဲ႕လဲၿပီးကြၽန္ေတာ္ေမြးဖြားမယ္'' သုဝဏၰငယ္ "ကိုယ္ရွိေနသမွ် မင္းကို ဘယ္သူမွ အျပစ္ေျပာပိုင္ခြင့္မရွိဘူး... ခက္ခဲတဲ့လမ္းဆို ကိုယ္ေရွ႕ကသြားမယ္ ခက္ခဲတာရွိရင္ ကိုယ္ပဲ ခါးစီးခံမယ္'' ဘုန္းကံျမင့္
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ضلك الي خلااني أعيش ورا اوهام اليل ..
في وسط عتمه اليل يطلع الضل الي بيخلي البطل .. لا مبالي من الحب والقوه ،، ليست كل القصص تبدّا بالحب .. بما ان روايتي تبدّا .. باالانتقام .. العنف .. الشر .. وهل نقدر نكشف الحقيقه ياترى .. ام لا .. بينما ينتصر الحب لتخفى القلوب ام تنتصر القوه ويروح الحب سوف نقضي رحله معاً رحله تتأرجح بين القوه والحب فما ينتصر القوه ام الحب .. سنعرف معاً في روايه { ضلك الي خلاني اعيش ورا اوهام اليل }
My Husband Hates Me (ငါ့ခင်ပွန်းက ငါ့ကိုမုန်းတယ်)
အထင်လွဲမူ ၊ ကလဲ့စားချေခြင်း ၊ အမုန်းတရားများနဲ့ ဖွဲ့စည်းတည်ထောင်ထားတဲ့ အိမ်ထောင်ရေး Ficတစ်ပုဒ်..... Warning🚨 အပြည့်အဝပေးပါတယ်
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