woaaah, finallyeehh. not much to say. this is installment no.1 then theres gonna be installment no. 2 and then the pm part. couldnt shorten it to that extent, sorryh for that. i might update installment no. 2 today itself, just have to make it worth reading for you, all becuse this one is defintely disappointing, and has nothing almost just revelations. :P
: Revelation - Realisation
His mind had been numb. One's destiny could play such games? Had he heard what he did? She was innocent of it all? But did not he already believe it? He had, but still he had let all that happen, done all that 8 months before. He had marked her with a scar of an injury, she never wanted to receive, so painful and agitating - accusation.
He reminisced. Reminisced where had he gone wrong.
FlashBack:
He was furious, hot molten fury driving through his veins. Had he been nothing but a toy in her hands? One moment, she accepted what she harboured for him, and the next his worth was nothing but a scrap piece of trash. She would let him touch her, respond to him like she could to no one, tell him that she loved him but the very next moment, a refusal would land at his face rejecting the realistaion of his mere existence even. Did she knew not, how badly it excrutitated his heart with an unbearable pain?
''Riddhima.'' Her name escaped his lips, with the hit of a sudden realistaion. He had totally forgotten she was here. How could he? He had gone away for two weeks to Delhi, just so he could avoid her, flush his anger and frustration, but how could he forget Riddhima? His cell phone had been switched off, because he wanted to stay away from everyone, having nothing but being accompanied by complete isolation. Her files were scattered on the table, being the courtesy to the realisation. He moved forward to look over them when the rustling creak of a door held his attention. His gaze averted to see the cause of this distraction and it was the door of her room.
''Shilpa'' his anger had not faded, but dwindled between the need and craving to see her, to feel her, to crush her in his embrace. His heart had always won. The fierce conqueror, that held a strong unfinishable, powerful desire ' her. The stimulation of the fiery restlessness took him towards her door, but before it could be pushed totally, his feet stopped, and he had been rooted, rooted right there.
Wrapped up in sheets, were two entangled bodies, so ruthlessly engulfed in each other's warmth. He could see the man clearly. His face was towards him, and it did not took more than a moment for him to identifyy, Sid. The gown was spread across the white marble tiled floor, and his eyes burned as they landed over it. He knew to whom it belonged. She had been clad in this, when he had seen her the very first time, the beggining to this journey of obsession and emotions. The day when he has set his eyes on what that had changed his life forever. He could never forget to whom it belonged.
''Shilpa?'' he staggered. The moment of utter startleness and confusion had emerged, but once the utter realisation occured, it was the erupting of a disaster! And that very moment his soul and existence had gone dead.He had been so numb, and out of his senses, that his brain rejected to accept, to respond, everything had faded, lost itself into the radiating gloom of darkness compressing him, suffocating him to death. His soul crippled, and a wrenching quiver that was digging inside him rapidly, uncovering the fascade of his merciless callous life. It was mocking, at him, and the delusion of happiness , so formidably destroyed. An excutiating pain stabbed in his heart, too strong to control and resist. Overwrought with the startling and unbearable shock he stumbled across the door, his eyes liquid and red, and his tears flowing like the rush of water across the slopes. It couldnt be, she couldnt do this, do this to him!
''I love you Armaan.''
She had said it, she had said this. She loved him, she was only his. Even before he could let his mind comprehend and think, the dark clouds of uncertainty and unconsciousness weeaved around him and he was clogged and trapped into them before he could even realise, what was happening.
His eyes fluttered, and lids lifted slowly. His head had been heavy, as if it was carrying tonnes of mass. He blinked harder to take in his surroundings, and yet everything was blurry. Once registered, and availed time he saw his brothers, with a worry stricken face standing across the bed with Siddhant, riddhima and Shilpa. He looked around to absorb what he couldnt put together and a moment later, it all came back rushing, as strong as a power tidal wave hitting across te shore.
''Bhai? Youre alright? You fainted, uh how?'' atul leaned sitting at the edge of the bed gripping his brothers palm affectionately and affirming. ''i i am alright Atul.'' Armaan tried but failed miserably, in his endeavors of putting up a fine face. Those feelings, pain, tears were rushing back,and no matter how strong the gates of his strength were, it was again compiling and avalanching to burst out.
''Please leave me alone for some time, i i just need some rest guys.'' His voice was a train of broken weak syllables, while his hands grew into fists to control himself and the bursting volcano of devastation. He was still being tattered into bits, and yet too startled to react and accept what his eyes had witnessed. Why was he victimized by fate always?
He pressed his lips firmly, a weak protest against the whirl of coercive emotions drumming against the cage, of his heart.
Everyone nodded, and left the room, leaving him alone. She still had been standing there, looking at him. He could feel it. Feel her presence, and her eyes set on him. Her feet began to move when his fingers reached out to grab her wrist firmly. The door was shut behind them leaving them all alone, with his red furious gaze sending a shiver through her soft body. In a moment he was out of the bed, and she was pulled with such intensity that her body shook in a disheveled manner.
He pulled her tight against him. She cried out as their bodies met, stretching up to hold him, to fit them more intimately together. Blood rushed to his skin in licks of fire. He groaned and lifted her and turned to lay her on the bed. She clutched him so closely he had to lower them both to the mattress together. He pressed her down beneath him, knowing exactly what he was doing, reaching for answer. She felt as if he would crush her, savage her, and she would only moan for more. She moaned now as he ran his hand down her curves, moulding her, squeezing her, thrilling to the equal force with which she squeezed him back. It was an explicit sudden moment, that had jolted her down to an intimacy, that her body responded perfectly, and brought out what she had never knew had been a part of her, molten hot desires. She had no moment to judge and comprehend. It was all happening so fast, faster than she could ever understand. He has been the conqueror, always. Her body, her soul every inch of her responded to his every caress against the smoothness of her skin. She was pinned on the bed beneath him, in one flicker, his heavy chest compressing the soft mounds of her breasts, his legs against hers, and his hands setting a fire, caressing and exploring her with such fiery that she felt she would just explode. Her breathes grew heavy as the devastating intimacy of his touch sent electricity through her veins, stimulating an avalanche, escalating with mass of helplessness to the call of need and desire. His fingers reached to entangle with hers, as his palms came over her delicate ones, pushing her soft hands into the silky satin sheets. A silent and fiery gasp escaped her lips, when their dark intense orbs finally collided. It brought out a shuddering effect in her. Her lips puckered and parted, unintended. His face lowered down to her level. She groaned. He was silky hot, his tension both threat and promise. He would fill her, ease her. She wanted him to just do that. To feel what she had felt when he had unclothed her in that one rainy night, touched her so intimately that she had never thought any man would ever do. He had kissed each inch of her fragility so beautifully that her skin burnt to have the fiery taste of that pleasure again. She wanted her, she had admitted it, she had been obsessed with the need to belong to him, and yet she was writhing against her dreams and desires so hard. She wanted to be his, feel his ruthlessness, strength, and the domination that made her shudder. She wanted to feel everything he could do to her. It was an exhilarating fantasy, she wanted to live.
''Armaan'' his name was the most beautiful thing her lips proudly yet shyly uttered. His lips reached down to shed the covers of hidden commodities and get acceptance of what the feelings shouted to be. Their hands were conjoined in locking fists, and his hold only grew stronger, as if fearing or dreading the next thing. His lips slowly nibbled at her neck, and then heavy breathes were exhaled, in an anticipatory effort to control his thudding heart, and the fastening of his blood, drumming through him, needing and desiring. Her head fell back, as she inhaled and exhaled in consideration as if she had been deprived of air for years. The thumping of heart was growing erratic and body grew so stiffened with incapability, shouting to be healed. And all that could heal her was him. He had done it, done it deliberately. He knew what he wanted was an answer, the truth that all he had seen were misconceptions and hallucinations, and nothing else. She had done it again, responded so violently, so perfectly to him. All that he did to her was an effect so titanic and exquisite, that it made him shudder in response. She couldn't ever be anyone else's but his, and he knew that, he had to.
''Shilpa where were you this morning?'' one heavy breathe, one firm resolution and an accumulating fear in the desire of an answer, he managed to lock his eyes with hers, and breathe over her lips pleading an answer.
She looked back once back in her senses, not at all completely. Why was he asking this suddenly? Her innocent green eyes looked into his, with questions in them.
''Just answer me, please.'' His voice was painful. He needed the answer god!
''in my room'' she softly whispered.
In the very next second he stood up, and faced her with frustration all over his countenance. She stood up, still blurred with what was happening,
''Armaan?'' she was confused as she stood to face him.
''With Whom? God Shilpa, who was there with you?'' his voice was choked, as if mouth had been dumped with poisonous smoke.
''Armaan? With whom? What do you mean? I was alone.'' Flabbergasted, utterly she was.
''Siddhant was there in your room Shilpa! I had seen that with my eyes! He was sleeping on you goddamn f**kin bed with one bloody woman with him. WHAT THE HELL WAS HE DOING THERE?'' all the pent up emotions, angst, hurt poured out in one fraction of moment.
She stood there stunned, with her eyes dark and and big. He was growing angrier. She just did not respond to him back. He wanted her to shout on him for accusing her for such a thing, shout on him for not believing her, shout on him for his mistrust, and tell him that it was all wrong, she hadn't been there, she was all his, only his. He wanted her to tell him that she only loved him, but she didn't.
His arms reached out to pull her hard against hs unyielding steel body. He looked into her eyes, pleading, begging with his eyes. ''Just please say that you love me, that you weren't there. I know it Shilpa, i knew it wasn't you, because youre only mine. You love me.' He pleaded in a painful utterly soft voice, his eyes damp with tears, slowly falling down to the length of his cheeks.
''It was me Armaan. I was there. There with him.'' And it all broke, everything shattered, the beautiful world that was built came crashing down. She did not look into his eyes.
''Youre bloody lying. I know it wasn't you. Why are you doing this to me Shilpa?'' he cried now, with his jaw and cheek stricken with tears. Lost was the Armaan, so powerful and strong. He stood there broken and begging her to not kill him like this.
''Im not lying Armaan. You take things so easily everytime. Siddhant is my fianc, and so i can sleep with him. You entered my life and just tried to ruin it. Whatever we share is out of nothing but a disgusting lust, but to me Sid has every right over me unlike you. You mean nothing to me. How long will it take for you to understand?'' her lids lifted, to meet his with an arrogant pride and anger in them. No. This wasn't the Shilpa he knew, she wasn't his Shilpa.
His teeth gritted, as he pulled her even closer than before, having her face just an inch away from his, holding her firmly, ''I don't believe you. I don't know why are you doing this to me and you, but you love me i know it. You can never respond to any other man the way you do to me. You can never feel the way with any other f**kn guy the way i make you feel.''
''Huh? Armaan now what will i do, if a man is so willing and throwing hisself on me? I just go along with the delight of pleasure. Youre a weak helpless man. Seriously once your mother left you, and you still didn't get over with that fact, now what do you want from me? You were giving me all that pleasure, and i was just being a good lady and taking it. That is it, and nothing more.''
He left her, left her the very next moment. No more rebellions, no more points to prove. Everything faded, every reality dwindled into darkness, and everything finished, his mother, those memories flooded back paining and excruciating him. He left her, left the room, and never returned back.
FlashBack Ends.
Tears fell down his eyes. She had lied? Why? Why did she do this to him? He was so broken that every day he wished for death to come. He wanted to hate her, he tried to hate her, but every day he only loved her more. Why? Every single day he had to fight himself from not finishing his own existence. Everywhere was her, and every darkened room the awareness of that dangerous memory. She wasn't like his mother. She loved him. How could he have been such a fool? Tears fell down his eyes. She had always loved him, she had! She does.
She stood up to close the lights, when she felt the door banging behind her. She turned around to see his firm male hands locking the door, and turning towards her.
''Armaan?'' she stepped forward, only to feel him pull her to him and the next moment crush her in his embrace.
''Why did you do this to me Shilpa? Why did you lie? You weren't there with him then bloody why? You didn't sleep with him!'' his voice held authority and demand, yet it was full of hurt.
She stared at him startled. He knew? How?
''Armaan tum main woh.'' She fumbled with worlds, and her tongue slurred to dizzy to react. Her body was pulled more, being trapped deeper in his warm tantalising protective embrace.
''I know the half truth, just tell me the other half! I know you weren't there, just bloody tell me WHY DID YOU DO THAT TO ME? I WANT THE BLOODY TRUTH SHILPA.'' He was frustrated, angry, hurt. What had she done this all for?
She broke down into hysteric cries, sinking against the coldness of the floor.
''I was forced. I had no option Armaan.'' She continued between the fat tears and cries that echoed in the room.
''I had promised Sid's Father. I had promised him.'
FlashBack:
''Shilpa, hell tum yaheen raho i will go and get the ambulance right now!'' sid's breathes were heavy and as tears and panick had gripped him hard.
''Siddhant please. Dont worry hes going to be fine. Just go!'' Shilpa consoled him and entered the room where he was.
''Uncle youre going to be fine, i promise.'' Shilpa sat across the bed when he held her hand.
''Shilpa mujhe pata hai im dying. Im suffering from cancer, and we all know that, magar before dying i want a promise from you.''
''Uncle please aisa mat boliye. Youll be fit and fine i promise.''
''Nahi shilpa waad karo.'' His eyes were pleading.
''Uncle aap jo kahenge main karoongi.'' She cried.
''Shilpa i know i may sound mean and harsh but beta sid is my only son and i love him alot. And i know how much he loves you, but ive never seen the same love in your eyes. Ive never seen you love him the same way. Main jaanta hoon tumne yeh engagement sirf isliye ki kyunke tum hamaara dil nai torna chaahti thi, magar shilpa mujhe darr lagne laga hai. Agar tumhaari life mein koi aur larka aagaya to tum Sid ko chhordogi. Tumhe mujhse waada karna hoga chaahe kucch bhi hojaaye, chahe tumhaari zindagi mein koi bhi aajaye, aur shayad tumhe kabhi kisi aur se pyaar hojaye, tum sirf sid se shaadi karogi, sirf use pyaar karogi. Mujhe maaf kardo bte but i really need this promise, i cannot see him broken after im dead. Mujhse waada karo, kuch nai to un ehsaano ki khaatir jo humne tum pe kiya.'' He pleaded her choking and coughing heavily.
Moments passed and she spoke with full love and promises.
''I promise uncle. Main sirf sid se shaadi karoongi aur sirf usi se pyar karoongi. Main kabhi kisi aur ke bare mei soch bhi nai sakti.''
FlashBack Ends
''Everything was going fine; i wanted to marry Sid, wanted to love him. I had always dreamt of my prince. The man of my dreams, my life mate. I had been like every other girl, dreamt of a guy who would sweep me off my feet and make me his. I had dreamt of the way he would first kiss me, hold me, marry me, love me but the reality of Sid's love all my dreams were shattered. I told myself hes my prince the guy of my dreams, made myself believe that i will fall in love with him. Everything had been so perfect, and id compromised with my life, but then like a windstorm you came into my life suddenly. Everything, every single thing changed again Armaan.
The guy whom i had dreamt of started ruling my dreams again. I tried, i wnted to control myself, but you made me helpless vulnerable. I knew i had feelings for you, but i kept on denying that i loved you. You were a storm, my very fantasy Armaan. How i could i ever be yours when id promised him? He had trusted me Armaan, a dead man had only one last wish. How could i not fulfil it? That day when you told me Sid was in bed wd a woman, whom you had not seen i had to do it. I knew nothing, but that was the perfect opportunity to tell you how disgusting im. I wanted you to go, but you loved me so much Armaan. You didn't even believe what you had seen with your own eyes. That night before Sid had taken my room because his room was being renovated. Riddhima had been living with me in that room because the guest room was being renovated aswell. I shifted there for a day, for Sid, and the next day you saw what you did. But it was not me. How could i be Armaan? I had only loved you! How could i ever feel anything for any other man? But i had to and i did it ' i lied to you. I had to make up my mind and let you go forever. I had to bring your past, so you could hate me and go,and you did. You left me and i was broken, devastated. You left me Armaan, you went away forever. I wanted to tell you every moment how much i loved you. The very next week Sid knew how devastated i was. I never ate or drink properly, i was used to close myself up in my room and cry. Every moment i realised how much more i love you. You meant my everything. It was always you Armaan. The very first time when you had stared at me, the very first time when you had pinned me to the wall and kissed me, my first ever kiss. The way you touched me, made me feel, held me so protectively, everything about you Armaan. The way you had held my hand in that restruant, the way you had reacted knowing i was engaged. Everytime you said i was only yours, it made me shudder with a desire to belong to you only. The way you caressed me, every intimacy, the love in your eyes it had always driven me mad, mad with how stong someone could hold feelings for a person, how strongly one can love someone. It all was for me, you felt that way for only me, this thought drove me crazy, but i was helpless Armaan. I couldn't do it. Im im sorry.
Sid had seen it and he had figured out why you left, but he didn't knew about the promise i made, none did. He had told me he had known it way before, known that we loved each other. He had told riddhima about it even, and she had perfectly been there for him like a friend. Riddhima di is such a sweetheart. She loves Sid alot. They had fallen for each other. It was, it was her that day. They had just been too drunk, but then they had tried figuring out their feelings for one another. Anjali di had got pregnant and she had to accept atul, she gave him another chance, rahul realised how much he loved muskaan,d proposed her, she loved him back ofcourse she did and their wedding was decided, but you still weren't back, you had just talked to muskaan's parents. You never returned. Everyone was happy except me. Rahul and Atul knews something was wrong, they tried to talk to me,but i never did and then they came back here. I im sorry Armaan.''
He stood there still, startled and guilty. His chest swelled with happiness and pride. She loved him, she had been as hurt as him, she had missed him, craved for him the same way. This was the very first time when she actually confessed her real feelings for him, and he couldn't help but shed tears of joy
Iss jahaan mein hai aur na hoga
Mujhsa koi bhi khush naseeb
Tune mujhko dil diya hai
Main hoon tere sabse kareeb
She knelt against the floor crying hysterically. He knelt down slowly, sitting against her, looking at her with eyes filled with so much love. She loved him!
Tere bina na saans loon
Tere bina na main jiyun
Tere bina na ek pal bhi
Reh sakoon
He cupped her face slowly, removing the wet tresses aside. Her face was tilted down, refusing to look into his eyes. His lips softly pressed against her forehead, trailing them down very slowly, he kissed her eyelids delicately, yet so possessively.
Main ti toh tere dil mein hoon
Main hi toh saanson mein basoon
Tere dil ki dhadkanon mein
Main hi hoon main hi hoon
He loved her so much. Oceans would be empty, rivers would get dry, animals would decay, mountains would merge into the land, but nothing will be ever able to finish Armaan's love for Shilpa. It will last forever, even when the world would perish.
Tu humsafar tu humkadam tu humnawah mera
Tu humsafar tu humkadam tu humnawah mera
He placed his lips softly over the tears freshly pouring down to her cheeks. She shut her eyes tightly and flinched lightly in his solace. His touch, it was doing it again, creating havoc in the core of her existence. How could he love her so much? Did not her loathe her for what she did to him? Did not he hate her for destroying, playing with his life? Toying with his feelings? Hurting him with his past memories? Making him go through so much pain just for her one reason?
Iss jahaan mein hai aur na hoga
Mujhsa koi bhi khush naseeb
How could he be so perfect? So nice? How could he love her so much? Why aint he like the others?
Tu hi haqeeqat khwaab tu
Dariya tu hi pyaas tu
Tu hi dil ki bekarari
Tu sukoon tu sukoon
His firm palms cupped her delicate face more firmly, as his nose softly rubbed against the softness of her nose. His male lips so lovingly and passionately, holding all the craving, need, love, respect for her kissed every inch of her face, sucking away all the tears away. He tilted her head, having her eyes finally on him.
Uff ye teri palken ghani si
Chaanv inki hai dilnasheen
Ab kise dar dhoop ka hai
Kyunki hain ye mujhpe bicchi
She had seen the intensity, the love, the possessiveness, the passion in his eyes always, but today they held such a strong an undiscoverable, unexplainable emotion, that she shuddered with its intensity. His eyes were filled with the same tears, tears of?
Tu hi haqeeqat khwaab tu
Dariya tu hi pyaas tu
Tu hi dil ki bekarari
Tu sukoon tu sukoon
Jaoon main ab jab jiss jagah
Paoon main tujhko uss jagah
Saath hoke na ho tu hai
Rubaroo rubaroo
They stared into each other's eyes for what seemed eternity. An eyelock none had ever had, an intimacy of souls, and two hearts.
Aa tujhe inn baahon mein bhar ke
Aur bhi kar loon main kareeb
Tu juda ho toh lage hai
Aata jaata har pal ajeeb
None spoke. Words were incapable, and unqualified to convey what their hearts were witnessing. Their lives had been sealed the day they were born. It was one bigger power which had decided their destiny.
His fingers slowly enmeshed into her hair, his fingers wrapping around her strands, as he pulled her closer. Her face came up to his level, as he lowered and bent down to her level. His other hand went down and circling around her waist firmly, he pulled her body close enough that it was completely pressed against his. Their eyes were sharing a proximity they had shared never before. The ultimate coercive power of their love, was dominating them, ruling the game, and they had just been besieged, a slave to the tidal roll of this stimulating emotion, so familiar yet unrecognizable. Far more, far intense than love itself.
Kab bhala ab ye waqt guzre
Kuch pata chalta hi nahi
Jabse mujhko tu mila hai
Hosh kuch bhi apna nahi
His lips tilted and slowly after the silence of a moment, they finally captured hers. He changed the meaning of a kiss. It was too strong, too vulnerable, and too beautiful, it was everything a human could never imagine of giving or feeling. It was beyond the limits of powers. Jolts of indefinable, unstoppable sensations streaked through them. Passion of longing and love were escalating at a rate such that their bodies were incapable to match and corporate. Evaluating what was happening to them was impossible, it was the lancing of such unyielding powerful emotions that they were writhing against it helpless. His mouth went deep, searching pouring, extracting, marking hers as his. She could be kissed my no one and she could never have kissed anyone else this madly. Yes, it was madness, it was beyond the limits of obsession, driving them insane. The kiss was everything that the separation had evoked inside them, and the kiss was everything not less than a remedy to it all. His lips pierced open her mouth, as his mouth intruded her. The collision of breathes and flesh, and their wet tongues was fierce, nothing even closer to normality. She was his, and he was hers, it was about more than a fact, the kiss was the provision to its reality.
Their lips melded, their tongues twined, sliding sensuously together. The kiss was as heady as the fire kindled to melt a solid, as warm as the sunshine about them. He shifted, leaning over her as he deepened the kiss. The compulsion to feed their hunger rose, flaring like a fever, an impetus steadily growing with each deep beat of their heart, a driving need to lose every bit of sanity and drown into each other. She snaked her arms around the collar of his neck, pulling him closer. He was kissing her madly, and she was responding, equally, fiercely. Immediately, his lips hardened; in a heartbeat, their kiss changed from merely hungry to ravenous. He was closer, his weight tantalizingly pushing against hers . Their lips parted; she hauled in a gasping breath, inhaling and giving out heavily, but the very next moment his lips were back on hers, ravaging her mouth with his intensity, kissing her, demanding it from her, fiercely, ravenously, immediately. The falling hardness of desires were injuring them, but the wounds were already intense, they needed to heal. Heal from the pain of a separation that tore them in every sense.
His fingers stroked, gently kneaded, and her abandoned senses breathe to life. The warmth of his caresses spread through her, heating her, heightening the melting sensation deep inside, escalating the compulsion, to incite, to fill, to finish the void molten wet needs inside her, inside him. They kissed with a driving hunger, with utter pleasuring anticipation.
Their kiss unbroken, he slid both palms over her silk-clad curves until one rested on each hip, burning through her exquisite fitted dress. Slowly, deliberately, his hands slid further, cupping her bottom, drawing her fully against him. She felt his blatant need, his desire'an answering heat blossomed within her. Her breath was his; caught in their kiss, her hold grew stonger over his neck, her fingers spreading and digging in his body. She pressed herself against him, going deep into his mouth. The deep shudder that passed through him thrilled her, delighted her.
Desire crystallized, hardening every muscle. Tightening every nerve. Obliterating the last remnants of caution. He caught her chin and with a focused attention, and concentration his mouth deepened into hers searing, hot and exploring. His hand dropped from her jaw to possessively cup one breast; he kneaded the firm mound, getting a fierce gasp out of her mouth. A shriek of desire thrilling through her veins, capturing her, darkening every other reality. Shilpa's head fell back, breaking from the kiss. Her breast throbbed, then ached as his fingers played. She writhed, savouring his tensed muscles, shifting in response. His body was close'she ached to have him closer. Much closer. Heat flared wherever he touched her; she needed his hardness to quench the flame, to satisfy the fever that sang in her veins. They were driven astray, illuminated by the surging, and captivating power of their emotions. Sensations of sensations crashed inside them.
She loved him, she had always loved him, SHE WAS HIS
and WOW 73 pages of nothing but a prom i mean i dont have words, and im always sorry for never replying, ive gotten so busy :( lol if i start replying this whole thread will finish wd nothing at all😆😆 ehh but thankyou so so much <3
Lov you all
Rida
Edited by -Heart-Hacker- - 13 years ago
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