Love beyond boundaries
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Getting bouquet for valentine's day is not that shocking, right? It is most obvious thing one could get on Valentine's day. But for Priya Shinde , it is not what she was expecting when she received bouquet of red and white roses on that day. There was only one man who can send those and it wasnt possible. Not after what had happened to him. Because dead people dont send flowers to their loved ones. do they? So that bouquet rises more questions than possible and then brought a sweet surprise afterwards.
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