mi residential maharashtrian aahe...a gujrati brought up in Mumbai since birth...samaj mein aati hai...thodi-thodi bol bhi leti hu
ok..
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mi residential maharashtrian aahe...a gujrati brought up in Mumbai since birth...samaj mein aati hai...thodi-thodi bol bhi leti hu
awesome update
loved itArjun aur uske papa ke beech ki duriya kam ho gayilol...bank balance suryakant ke naam par hi rahegisambhal kar bolo beeta...kahi aisa na ho ki khud hi apni juti khaani padeArjun is back to mumbaijanab ko kuch zyaada hi hallucinations nahi ho rahe Riya ko lekar aaj kal?ab aage woh kya karega? ETF mein sab se milega ya fir seedhe apne kaam par lagega? i really hope it is the latter.cont sooon
Originally posted by: sana1819786
superb update didu
loved father son moments
wow arjun back to mumbai
waiting for ETF reaction when they see new avtar ofArjun lol
aur arjun tho riya ke khayalome kuch zyada hi gum hai
cont very soon
kya next part thoda matlab humesha se thodajaldi nahi mil sakta *pout*
plsss
thanks for pm
bye take care
nice update
arjun Mumbai aake riya ko yaad kar raha hailoved the updatethanks for the pmupdate next part soon
Wowww dear NYC Plzz Plzz nest post muze bhi pm krna
😳Originally posted by: blackkitty
Yaar agar logic doge toh Bhi samaj nehi payongi.kuynki life is not always the same.insan ko ab zazurat nehi iska yeh matlab meh I hai ki future me bhi nehi hoge.ar jab zazurat parege tho koyi bhi nehi ayega age wsee help Karen ki liye.Mein Bhi philosophy de lagi hu tumhara story Parke.😕Btw I understand yeh ek story ha I,it could be anything.😃MEin thora realistic how gaye.😉
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