My Own Deceitful Heart.....
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  • Reads 707
  • Votes 86
  • Parts 7
  • Time 57m
Ongoing, First published Jul 14, 2016
As the sun rose battling the sombers of the scary night....her eyes met his....and she melted in him..
Love...for some it is juz a word ....for some others it is juz another feeling....but for some it is the only reason to cling on to their life
Love...Wat if this beautiful emotion turns into a scary one haunting u all the day and night
This is not a perfect love story....rather it is abt a story of two imperfect souls trying to survive in their battlefield......
Love
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