Real War Inside

M Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal
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Real war inside Wednesday,3rd July 2019 "Hi, Has*" she whispered I felt thrilled so sweet voice and so near I was her dear I looked at the stars they were twinkling and seemed so near it was real war inside I was unable to decide she had responded at first sight very brilliant and slow from the right she had no hesitation even slight it gave me so much delight I was sinking in the air she admiringly stared and smiled gently it was an invitation openly the stage is set and ideas are let to know each other "yes, yes" she utters unknowingly Is this the thing was I after? I burst into the laughter she was not going off from the sight I wanted to tease her and fight more Has* Hasmukh -name Hasmukh Mehta Courtesy: Brooke Morgan Peterson

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