Midnight alone
Through the halls
Night seem like a ghost
But the butterfly lost her wings
But she didn't lose one thing
Her moon of her dreams
Behind the rose petals of the
Butterflies dreams.
Midnight alone
Through the halls
Night seem like a ghost
But the butterfly lost her wings
But she didn't lose one thing
Her moon of her dreams
Behind the rose petals of the
Butterflies dreams.
The story of Abeer Singh Rathore and Chandni Sharma continue..............
when Destiny bond two strangers in holy bond accidentally ❣️
Cover credit : @stoneheart1102
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