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After having her breakfast she picked up her bag and left for her college but not before pecking Reema bi on the cheek. Shanaya Singhania: 20 years old, a lively soul, a free bird. She is a beautiful girl with a round face, pointed nose and beautiful long jet black hair. She was the epitome of beauty. Her smile can turn anyone's worst day into the best. Her coffee brown orbs shining with a glint of gold held pure innocence and can capture anyone's heart into them. The only daughter of Rajeev Singhania. She loves her dad a lot and is currently studying in college. ✩✩✩✩✩

Heir of Malhotra Industries and feudal lord of one of the states of India. "Jealousy is not my cup of tea but what's mine is mine." Nandini Murthy: Trouble is her middle name but she is worth the trouble. She is the angel straight out of fairytales. Enchanting beauty is the right word for her. She is sweet yet fiery, caring but wild, childish at times but she can't stand wrong. Adopted daughter of her parents which she is totally unaware of. Her family is orthodox but she knows what she wants and wants to do.

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This time, I managed to convince the girls that they needed to be topless if they wanted to see my spend and they happily obliged. Nita's tits were larger than Lilly's and quite nice, with light brown, puffy nipples. They had a slight upward curve to them as well. Should I admit that, despite the wonder of seeing my crush's bare chest, I preferred my sister's titties? Welp, I guess it's too late now. So now there were three hot, topless girls getting themselves off on my floor while I stroked myself next to them. "Do you think about him, your brother, while you do this?" Nita asked Zara, both of them red-faced and sweating.

" Shaurya looked at her and smiled. ◽◽◽▪️▪️◽◽◽▪️▪️◽◽◽ Hello lovely people, here I am once again with a new story. This is the story of Shaurya Singh ,a young handsome man. I will not say more.....To know more you have to join me in his journey. I hope you guys will shower your love on this story as you did on my previous book "Untainted soul that suffered. " So are you guys ready?

She knew if she don't sing and work like a maid in this bar which is located in a isolated area then she might die by hunger or by manik. Her innocent self still couldn't forget the pictures when manik malhotra was killing savita tai along with that man, by now she have come to know that mercy word doesn't exist in manik's world and she doesn't want to get killed like savita tai. Nandini was singing while tears were trickling down from her beautiful doe shaped eyes which were yelling innocence.

I will be stronger even though I have to keep people at arm’s length. I clutched my heart, curling into a ball, the void getting bigger and bigger, and fell asleep with warm tears staining my pillow. If you want, you can join Mahi Mistry's F******k Group or Page: Author Mahi Mistry and also follow her on I*******m @authormahimistry to keep up with the recent updates regarding her books! You can access all the books + bonus content on her P*****n Page Mahi Mistry.

They talk and write to their diaries like it’s their secret keeper or like their life depends on it. Second, as I’ve told earlier, my name is Natalia, not Nathalia. Remove the H, please. I’m not your typical student, though I can’t also say that I’m unique. I’m just a normie teenager, and believe it or not, my story wasn’t just like the others. I’m not a nerd that falls in love with the bad boys. And here’s the reason why.

The pieces were aligning into a picture I didn’t like. Nalini wasn’t just in danger. She was becoming dangerous—to herself, and to anyone who tried to claim her. I reached out next to an old contact—someone I trusted not because they were kind, but because they were discreet. They didn’t ask for names or explanations. Only symptoms. Sensations. Patterns. “She needs grounding,” the voice said. “And truth. Secrets will make it worse.” When I returned to the bedroom, dawn had begun to bleed gold into the city skyline. Nalini stirred, her brows knitting together as if she were fighting her way back from somewhere dark.