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Huh So this has become my world for 10 hours as I have so much work to do that I don't get even one minute to look at my best friend that is my mobile. And I don't know what is the problem with that kukkad he doesn't allow me to go out even for lunch. Literally, I don't want to work here. "Miss Shreya" Shetan ka Naam Liya or shetan Hazir (Name the devil and spot the devil)

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