Saturday, June 30, 2012
Teri Deevangi Mein--shahin sitarah
the moment he entered the lounge, something terribly hard hit him on the head, moaning he rubbed his wound with one hand , with the other he searched for the missile that had hit him, it was a pencil heel sandle of a woman, turned on the floor after falling, he screamed who had thrown it, one young woman from amidst a group emerged sweetly smiling that it was her throw meant for her friend pari but his wrong timing to enter that moment made him the target as pari was shielded
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