💜|| 𝐒𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐈 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞. 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧- 𝐈𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬. ||💜
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Příběhy od Kaavya
Behind her Armor, I see her
She kavya was a wife, not a woman.
Obeyed, not desired.
Until Aarati looked at her-like she was made of fire...
They wet me before the storm did...
The rain wasn't the first thing to touch her skin that night.
And the storm wasn't the only thing breaking in...
