They sat on Eshana's car and drove to her mansion. The house caretaker opened the door for them. Eshana told the driver to park the car as she exitย the car. Armaan took the backpack and followed her.
As Eshana and Armaan enter the mansion.
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๐ง๐ผ ๐๐ต๐ผ๐๐ฒ ๐๐ต๐ผ ๐ฏ๐ฒ๐น๐ถ๐ฒ๐๐ฒ ๐น๐ผ๐๐ฒ ๐ถ๐๐ป'๐ ๐ฎ๐น๐๐ฎ๐๐ ๐ฏ๐ผ๐ฟ๐ป ๐ณ๐ฟ๐ผ๐บ ๐ฝ๐ฎ๐๐๐ถ๐ผ๐ป, ๐ฏ๐๐ ๐๐ผ๐บ๐ฒ๐๐ถ๐บ๐ฒ๐ ๐ณ๐ฟ๐ผ๐บ ๐ฎ ๐๐ถ๐ป๐ด๐น๐ฒ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ ๐ผ๐ณ ๐ธ๐ถ๐ป๐ฑ๐ป๐ฒ๐๐. Because even in the darkest times, honour can bloom into love and love into freedom. โ ๏ธ This story contains mature and explicit content. Read at your own risk (18+). --- Set in 1960s Bengal, Gunjan Saha, a 17-year-old girl whose eyes still hold the innocence of monsoon skies, yet whose heart knows only fear and silence. After her mother's death, she endures her stepmother's cruelty, dreaming only of kindness, freedom, and being seen as someone worthy of love. Riddhiman Roy Chowdhury, the 29-year-old son of the village sarpanch, returns from London as a gold-medalist barrister determined to reform his village. But destiny has another plan... one that ties his fate to a fragile, innocent girl. One night, Gunjan runs barefoot through the lanes, escaping the men her stepmother sold her to, and destiny leads her to him... the man who would rewrite her story. When whispers taint her name for taking refuge in his house, Riddhiman does the unthinkable... he marries her. Before the same eyes that condemned her, he takes her hand and gives her honour. Bound first by duty, their marriage slowly becomes a sanctuary of trust, hope, and forbidden desire. As Gunjan learns to smile again, Riddhiman fights the one battle he never expected... the battle of his own heart. A man of reason and law. A girl of innocence and faith. Bound not by romance, but by righteousness and something far more fragile... unspoken love. But what happens when duty starts to feel like desire? Will he ever see her as more than a responsibility? And will she find the freedom she's been longing for... in the heart of the man who became her protector?
๐ Tropes Youโll Find in This Story โ ๐ A Royal Romance ๐ Contract Marriage ๐ Marriage of Convenience ๐ฅ Ex-Boyfriendโs Stepbrother โค๏ธ Desi Romance ๐ He Fell First... and Both Fell Harder ๐ข Possessive ML ร Strong FL ๐ King of Rajasthan ๐ฌ Fun Banter & Spicy Chemistry โ๏ธ Touch Her or Him... and You Die ๐ข Office Romance ๐ Grumpy ร Sunshine ๐ Rom-Com Vibes ๐ช Fierce, Independent Female Lead ๐จโ๐ฉโ๐ง Family Drama, Secrets & Emotions โ ๏ธ Mature Content | Intense Emotions | Heart-Stealing Romance --- Rudraveer Rajvansh. Cold. Ruthless. Untouchable. The man the world calls The Devil in Disguise. He built his empire on fear, power, and merciless control. No one dares to cross him. No one dares to get close. Until her. Avyanna Chauhanraj was once the golden girl, the only daughter of one of the countryโs most powerful business families. But betrayal shattered her world. She once had it all love, family, and dreams. But fate had other plans. Betrayed by the man she loved for four years, abandoned by the friend she trusted most, and stripped of the life she had built, sheโs left with nothing but heartbreak and humiliation. Desperate and cornered, she finds herself in front of the last man she ever thought she would have to beg. Her exโs stepbrother. Her worst nightmare. Her only salvation. Her only option is the man she once swore to hate, Rudraveer Rajvansh, her exโs stepbrother. A man feared for his cruelty, whispered about in shadows. A man who doesnโt believe in love, only in possession. But Rudraveer doesnโt do charity. He does deals. And the price of saving her is her soul. A contract marriage in exchange for protection and power, she knows stepping into his world is like signing a pact with the Devil and mark her as the Devilโs bride. Being his wife, comes with his rules, his control, and his dangerously addictive presence. She wanted revenge . He wanted her. And now, sheโs trapped in a game of obsession, power, and dangerous passion, where the only way to survive is to surrender. What begins as a desperate arrangement soon turns into a battle of wills, passion, and unspoken desires. He vows to own her completely. She vows to never surrender. In a marriage built on lies, betrayal, and burning attractionโ Will she lose herself to the devilโฆ or discover that the devil was her salvation all along? ใปโโฆสโกษโฆ โใป
LONG PARALLEL STORY OF THE SHORT STORIES " ๐ฆโ๐ทโ๐ทโ๐ฆโ๐ณโ๐ฌโ๐ชโ๐ฉโ ๐ญโ๐ชโ๐ฆโ๐ทโ๐นโ๐ธโ : ๐นโ๐ญโ๐ชโ ๐ตโ๐ทโ๐ดโ๐ซโ๐ชโ๐ธโ๐ธโ๐ดโ๐ทโ'๐ธโ ๐ดโ๐งโ๐ธโ๐ชโ๐ธโ๐ธโ๐ฎโ๐ดโ๐ณโ" แด แดสแด๊ฐแด๊ฑ๊ฑแดส- ๊ฑแดแดแด แดษดแด ๊ฑแด๊ฑแดแดษด๊ฑแด แดษดแด แดสสษชสสแดส แด แดสแด สแดแดแดษดแดแด ษดแดแด แดส. ใปใปใปใปใป "You are mine. No one else will ever have you. No one." Her defiance sparked something primal in him. "Why?" she whispered, her voice trembling. "Why does it matter? Aren't you marrying someone else?" His lips curled into a dangerous smirk. he said, his voice a low rumble. "Then tell me-why did you send me those pictures? Didn't you intentionally make me come here, desperately begging your ex-husband to touch you, to let you cum?" She opened her mouth to respond, but he cut her off. "Let me make this clear," he said, his tone dropping to a lethal whisper. "Tum meri ho, Jhavni. Let another man touch you, and the consequences will be far worse than you can imagine." ใปใปใปใปใป At 34, Shourya is a brilliant, enigmatic Economics professor known for his cold discipline and commanding presence. He has always lived a life of order and control-until Jhavni Tiwari enters his world. His fascination with her quickly spirals into an all-consuming obsession, leaving no room for boundaries or restraint. What starts as an arranged marriage to appease their families becomes a twisted game of power and passion. Shourya is willing to cross every line, burn every bridge, and defy every rule to make Jhavni his-body, soul, and heart. Secrets unravel, and the past collides with the present that threatens to destroy Shourya's carefully constructed world. As their volatile connection deepens, love and obsession blur the lines between salvation and destruction. ๐ด ๐ก๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐, ๐๐๐ค๐๐, ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐-๐๐๐๐๐ข๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ข๐๐ ๐๐ฆ ๐๐ ๐ข๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐.
Vriti, a charming yet struggling college student, is assigned Dev, a brilliant and disciplined home tutor, to help her pass her final exams. Their sessions take place in her familyโs lavish but quiet home, with her parents often away for work. As the secluded setting creates opportunities for closeness, Vriti sets out to seduce her reserved tutor, unraveling his calm demeanor through a series of secret, forbidden encounters. Tropes: Student x Tutor Bold (Vriti) x Reserved (Dev) Forbidden Romance Seduction Game Forced Proximity
๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฅ๐จ๐ ๐ฎ๐ - "All this was your fucking plan? You blackmailed her to run away from the wedding?" Her voice, sharp and accusing, echoed through the room, cutting through the suffocating silence like a blade. My sisterโmy own sisterโstood there smirking, a cruel, twisted satisfaction lighting up her face. And him... my husband, my best friend of 25 years, was standing by her side, glaring at me with betrayal etched in every line of his face. The same man who had once known me better than anyone else now believed her over me. "Leave me. You're hurting me," I whispered, wincing as his grip on my arm tightened. His eyes, usually so kind and warm, burned with anger. "It's hurting me too, to know that my own best friend would blackmail her own sister just to marry me. Why? Why would you do this when you knew I loved her?" I shook my head, my voice trembling. "I didnโt. Believe me. Why would Iโ" "Really?" he spat, cutting me off. "Then what about these?" He threw a stack of my diaries onto the floor, their pages scattering across the room. "Whatโs written in these, huh? Are they fake? Your so-called loveโis it all fake?" My breath hitched as I stared at the familiar, battered pages. "It's true," I admitted softly, my voice cracking. "It's true that I love you, but I was happy for you. Sheโs lyingโ" "Why should I believe you?" he interrupted, his voice a venomous growl. "Have you ever told me about your feelings? No, of course not. You just acted happy so that we believe you happy with my relationship with your sister, didnโt you? And on the wedding day, it was all drama, right? God, youโve been lying for six months. Six fucking months! I never knew you were such an opportunistic woman who could do anything to get what she wants." His words stabbed me in the chest, each one sharper than the last. My voice trembled as I tried to defend myself. "How could I have confessed when you told me you loved my sister? And after our marriage, you mourned her every single day. Finally, when you started to move on, I didnโt want to burden you with my feelingsโ" "Oh, donโt play innocent!" he roared, his voice echoing off the walls. "I canโt believe I almost fell for you. You almost succeeded. If Mahira hadnโt come back and revealed everything, I wouldโve been completely fooled!" His words crushed whatever small hope I had left. My voice barely rose above a whisper. "You donโt trust me, do you?" He turned away, his jaw clenched so tightly I thought it might crack. His silence said more than any words ever could. My lips curled into a sad, bitter smile as tears slipped down my cheeks. "Do you want to know the biggest regret of my life?" I asked, my voice laced with pain. He didnโt respond, but I could see his shoulders tense. "Falling in love with someone like you," I whispered, the words cutting me as deeply as they would him. "You donโt deserve love or friendship. Both require trust and respect, and you lack both." The silence between us was deafening until he finally spoke, his voice cold and unrecognizable. "Get. The. Fuck. Out. Of. My. House." His words rang in my ears, sealing the end of everything weโd shared. I flinched but didnโt let myself break in front of him. Without another word, I turned and walked out, letting a single tear fall as I closed the door on what we once wereโand what we could have been. ~~~ Vritika Khanna and Atharv Khurana I add the aesthetics later. " ๐ป๐ ๐ค๐๐ ๐๐ฆ ๐๐ฃ๐๐๐ฆ๐กโ๐๐๐, ๐๐ฃ๐๐ ๐คโ๐๐ ๐ผ ๐ค๐๐ ๐๐๐กโ๐๐๐ ๐ก๐ โ๐๐. ๐ต๐ข๐ก ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐๐ โ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐กโ๐ ๐ โ๐๐๐๐ค๐ ๐๐๐๐ฆ ๐ก๐๐ข๐โ๐ก ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ก๐๐ข๐กโโ๐ ๐๐๐๐ก๐๐๐๐ , ๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐ ๐โ๐ก ๐๐๐๐ข๐โ ๐ก๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ข. " - Vritika " ๐ผ ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐ โ๐๐, ๐๐ข๐ก ๐ผ โ๐๐ ๐ก๐ ๐๐๐ก โ๐๐ ๐๐โ๐ก๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ฆ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐กโ๐๐ก ๐ผ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐ ๐ก๐ ๐๐ ๐โ๐๐ ๐๐, ๐๐๐ก ๐๐ฃ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐." - Vritika " ๐ผ ๐ค๐๐ โ๐๐ ๐๐ข๐๐๐ก ๐๐๐๐ ๐ก๐๐๐ก, ๐กโ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐คโ๐ ๐ ๐ก๐๐ก๐โ๐๐ โ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ก๐๐๐๐กโ๐๐. ๐ต๐ข๐ก ๐ ๐๐๐๐ก๐๐๐๐ , ๐๐ฃ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ก๐๐๐ก๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐คโ๐๐ ๐กโ๐๐ฆโ๐๐ ๐ก๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ก๐๐." Vritika " ๐ป๐๐ ๐๐๐ข๐โ๐ก๐๐ ๐ค๐๐ ๐๐ฆ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ฆ, โ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ฆ ๐๐๐๐๐. ๐ต๐ข๐ก ๐๐๐ค, ๐ผ ๐ ๐ก๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐, โ๐๐ข๐๐ก๐๐ ๐๐ฆ ๐กโ๐ ๐๐โ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐คโ๐๐ก ๐ผ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ก๐ ๐โ๐๐๐๐ โ. " - Atharv " ๐ป๐๐ฃ๐๐๐ โ๐๐ ๐๐๐ค๐๐ฆ๐ ๐๐ฆ ๐๐ฆ ๐ ๐๐๐, ๐ผ ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐ ๐ ๐ก๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ก๐ ๐ค๐๐๐๐๐ ๐คโ๐ฆ ๐กโ๐ ๐ค๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ก ๐๐๐๐โ๐ก๐๐ ๐ค๐๐กโ โ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ข๐๐. ๐โ๐ ๐ค๐๐ ๐กโ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ผ ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ฆ, ๐๐ข๐ก ๐ผ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ง๐๐ ๐๐ก ๐๐๐๐ฆ ๐๐๐ก๐๐ ๐ผ ๐๐๐ ๐ก โ๐๐. " - Atharv " ๐ผ ๐ค๐๐ ๐ก๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ก๐ ๐ ๐๐ ๐กโ๐ ๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐ โ๐๐ ๐๐ฆ๐๐ , ๐ก๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ก ๐ผ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ โ๐๐. ๐๐๐ค, ๐ผโ๐ ๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐๐ฆ๐กโ๐๐๐ ๐ก๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ โ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ก๐ โ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ โ๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ค๐๐ฆ. " โโโโโ๐โ๏ฝกโ๐โ๏ฝกโ๐โโโโโ
She is the beloved princess of her family, always brightening their lives with her stubborn charm. She had always loved and respect her elder cousin, who is a serious and respected figure in their family . When their families arrange their marriage, it was a dream comes true situation for her, but he unexpectedly rejects Noor, calling her too immature for him to handle, leaving her heartbroken. But as she moves on, he started to realize what heโs lost. Can he win back the woman he once turned away? Can he win back the woman he let slip away? Or has he lost her forever? Will add the aesthetics later... เผบ Noor Malik เผป Noor Malik is a stubborn and clumsy young woman whose heart is as warm and innocent as her personality . Known for her tenacity and mischievous character. "๐ฏ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐-๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐." โข---ยป Rehan Ali ยซ---โข Rehan Ali is a serious and responsible individual who often comes off as aloof due to his pride and commitment to his family and career. " ๐ฐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ฐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐, ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ฐโ๐๐ ๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐." Discover the journey of love, redemption, and the light that Noor brings into Rehanโs life. Will their hearts find their way back to each other? Will Rehan realize his mistake before itโs too late? Can Noor forgive the man who shattered her heart? โหโบโงโโฝโฏโพโโงโบหโ Will write a muslim story for the first time... Please forgive if I do any mistakes.
"๐๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐บ ๐จ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ต ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ ๐ด๐ต๐ฐ๐ณ๐บ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐จ๐ช๐ฏ๐ด ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ข ๐ด๐ฑ๐ข๐ณ๐ฌ... ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ช๐ณ๐ด ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐จ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ข ๐ด๐ฐ๐ฏ๐จ. ๐๐ฐ๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ - ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ข๐ธ๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ด ๐ด๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฅ๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ๐ช๐ป๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ด๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ด๐ช๐ฅ๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ." He was the voice the world worshipped. She was the silence his soul needed. Ruhan Kundra - the nation's heartbeat, India's most celebrated rockstar. A man whose voice carried not just lyrics, but layers of grief, passion, and a past he never sang about. Divya Shergill - a music therapist with a smile that spoke in symphonies, and a heart full of verses. A woman who believed music could heal anything - even him. They met when they both were broken. They healed each other in ways words never could. They loved like a melody that didn't want to end. But not all melodies are meant to last forever. One day, the dream shattered - leaving behind unanswered questions, countless unwritten answers, and verses inked in pain. For the boy who once only dreamed of being the best... And the girl who not only believed he already was - but gave everything she had to bring out the brilliance in him. This is not just a love story. It's a story of healing, of memories lost and found, of music that lives in the veins long after silence has taken over. Of wounds that sing... and silences that scream. Of second chances in a world that rarely gives them. 'Dilraah' is not just a story. It's a feeling. A melody. A heartbreak you'll carry... and a hope you'll hold on to. It will make you believe in love. It will break your heart. And then, like the most beautiful melodyโฆ It will put it back together again. Because some songs never really end. They just wait for the right verse to begin again.
Abandoned by her husband on the night of their forced marriage, sheโs left alone to face cruelty and accusations from villagers who blame her for his departure. Her situation spirals when the powerful, lecherous village sarpanch sets his eyes on her, spreading lies that tarnish her name and force her into an unwanted marriage with him. But when her husband returns, driven by regret and a need to set things right, he finds the woman he left entangled in a nightmare. Can he fight against village customs and the sarpanch's twisted schemes to reclaim her as his wife? Will they be able to confront the village's deep-rooted prejudice and find love in a marriage that fate once forced upon them? Or will the villageโs darkness and betrayal tear them apart forever? Will he be able to undo the damage caused by his own abandonment? Are you all excited to read about Dr. Abhinav and Chhavi?
Announcement: A New E-Book Is Coming! Iโm thrilled to share the news about my upcoming book! After receiving multiple requests from readers, Iโve decided to create a collection of short stories based on various tropes with mostly smut content. This book will feature intense storylines, emotional depth, and heavy smut, crafted to cater to a mature audience. Hereโs what you can expect: Well-Developed Stories: These wonโt be random smut scenes. Each story will have a proper plot, emotional beats, and captivating arcs. Short and Engaging Chapters: Each story will span 5โ6 or 8-10 chapters. Tropes Galore: From fan-favorite tropes to intriguing new ones, this book will have something for everyone. Availability This book will be exclusively available on Scrollstack. Given the lack of security on platforms like Wattpad, Iโve opted for Scrollstack to protect this work and ensure a better experience for my readers, with a little profit for my hardwork. Format Free Content: The tropes, blurbs, and story synopses will be available for free here. Paid Content: Full chapters will be uploaded separately as paid posts on Scrollstack. Multilingual Approach: The book will include a mix of English and Hinglish words, with translation. A Few Notes: 1. Mature Themes: This book contains mature content, including explicit language, heavy smut, and scenes that may not be suitable for readers under 18. 2. Trigger Warnings: It includes themes like degradation and content that may be triggering for some readers. Please approach responsibly. 3. Respect the Intended Audience: Readers below 18 are strongly advised not to proceed. Kindly refrain from reporting the book as it is meant for a mature audience. Future Plans While the book wonโt be available on Inkitt anytime soon, I may consider uploading it for free on Inkitt later. For now, follow me on Scrollstack for exclusive content and updates. Your support and enthusiasm mean the world to me, and I canโt wait to share these stories with you!
โ ๐๐จ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐๐๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐๐ ๐๐ก๐จ๐ซ๐ญ ๐๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ข๐๐ฌ โ โโตโ โง๐๐ญ๐ข๐ช๐ฎ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐๐ฆ๐ณ ๐๐ข๐ค๐ฌ โ โง๐ป๐๐ ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐๐ข๐ โ โง๐๐ฏ ๐๐ฏ๐ฆ๐น๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ค๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐๐ฆ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ โ โง๐ป๐๐๐๐ก๐ ๐ผ๐๐ก๐๐๐ก๐ค๐๐๐๐ ๐ต๐ฆ ๐ท๐๐ ๐ก๐๐๐ฆ โ โง๐ป๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ , ๐น๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ฟ๐๐ฃ๐ ( แดษดษขแดษชษดษข ) โโโโ ๏ผต๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ - โง๐ป๐๐๐๐๐ ๐น๐๐๐๐๐ - ๐๐ก๐๐๐๐ ๐บ๐๐๐๐๐๐ โง๐ด ๐ ๐๐๐๐ก๐๐๐ ๐ด๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ป๐๐๐๐ก๐ โง๐ ๐๐ข๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ป๐๐๐๐ก๐ โง๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ข๐ ๐ก ๐ป๐๐๐๐ก๐ โง๐โ๐๐ ๐โ๐ฆ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐ก๐ ๐ต๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ โง๐๐ฆ ๐ต๐๐๐กโ๐๐'๐ ๐ต๐๐๐๐ โง๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ท๐๐ก๐ , ๐ ๐๐โ๐ก ๐๐๐ก๐โ
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