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Uski han'si, yaar.

Meri Zindagi ki Wairaniya'n Bani Rawnakei'n kisi aur ki Mita sake ju na ansu mere Woh dast, baant'te rahe roshni

Baby Face

His wrinkled forehead, and the bushy eyebrows. That baby face and those man tantrums, she was scared to get smitten. Mainly because deep down she knew, she already was.