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Chapter 77

  • 18 Apr, 2025

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โ€œOkayโ€ฆ hogya? Rona?โ€ Avyansh asked, teasingly, brushing the back of his knuckle against her cheek.

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A desi soul writing love stories with heart. Mera likhna bas mohabbat ka safar hai..full of emotions, thodi si nafrat, aur bahut saara pyaar. Join me on this journey of ishq and romance!

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