Mujhe Mukammal Kar Do Mga Nobela at Kwento

Then I do the one thing I can. I bolt.

"... I can do it all." *

Comment down below. Don't bother about the sickness, it just popped in my brain, it's not real. See you next time!!! Much ❤❤❤and

I stopped walking and turned to her, she was glaring at me, hard. "What do you think of yourself huh? Do you think you are special, someone important? Let me tell you now that you are a fucking lowlife and nothing more" she snapped and pushed her nail into the fabric of my cloth. "And yet you feel so scared and intimidated," I said calmly. "Don't fool yourself and let go of me" I ordered but she was bent on giving me an injury and didn't let go. "Let go..." I yelled and pulled my arm away from her grip forcefully. My legs slipped from the step I was matching and my heart skipped, then I missed a step and my legs lost their hold on the ground.

I gotta make things right, and the soonner the better. 💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨

" a we are going to do is just sleep don't have any dirty thoughts " " fine "

Chapter 4 Tera ek assu Dil ke tukre kar deta hain Tera ek muskan tute dil ko Jor deta hain Teri khushi mein hi meri khushi Teri Gam mein mera Gam Tere liye chand tare na sahi par is bande ki jaan hazir hain ~Ankita Ghosh (your one year breaks my heart in pieces and your one smile fixes it. In your happiness I find mine. In your sadness I find mine. For you maybe not moon and stars but my life is available)

The gym was completely silent. "At least I earned what I have," she said, and her voice came out lower than she meant it to, quieter and more dangerous than the bleacher-pitched volume the conversation had been operating at, "instead of coasting through life on a face people like and a reputation nobody bothers to check." Mason went still.

Mikee said dramatically, “tonight is your last night as a virgin. I hope you enjoy it and don’t regret anything tomorrow. In the name of Mikee, I bless you. Love you! See you tomorrow!” She kissed my cheek and walked away, swaying drunkenly. I watched her disappear down the hallway before letting out a deep breath. Then I knocked on the door of VIP Room 92. After a few knocks, the door finally opened. “What do you want, Miss?” the man asked with a frown. He was even more handsome up close. My eyes drifted to his lips—they were red and tempting. “Make me pregnant,” I said without hesitation. I didn’t even know him.

I told him everything for which he burst out laughing at me. " Anyways , my count is now 59" he prided himself. "Mine is only 48. " He smirked . No problem . There is still four more months. I can always catch up. The thing is both me and Nick had a bet on who gets 100 makeout sessions. The loser has to buy a brand new sports car of winner's choice to the winner.