She emerged from the women's hostel , she looked even more lovelier in the sunset , she felt his etes on her face and her rose complexion turned red, she came to sit on the back seat and asked what was he staring at,
Her fragrance, her hair kept lovingly on her shoulders and her white pigeon smooth hands pressed on his shoulder were all intoxicating, he started the bike and asked if she would like to hear lies
She asked in her stylish attitude what lies
He continued he was admiring her and was envious of himself
And what exactly is truth
He said he was thinking how smart mustaches the hostel guard had
Laughing she leaned closer to him and rested her head on his back
He realized she was in a wonderful mood and asked where should they go
Anywhere nice
Like my flat
She pinched him hard
, since when is his flat a nice place
Be couldn't even rub the pinched spot
When you came into my life life became beautiful, when you come to my flat it will also become a nice place
Enough, keep that butter pack shut in your pockets
, first let's go to the supermarket
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