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White *विकल्प* भी कभी-कभी ऐसे मिल जाते हैं... किसे चुने और किसे छोड़ें इसी कश्मकश में हम उलझे -उलझे से रह जाते हैं... ©Prisha Priya #Nojoto #nojotohindi #Hindi #hindiwriters #SAD #feelings #Trending #prishapriyaquotes #Quotes #hindiquotes

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White Respect Every Drop Of Water💧 Either From Sky🌧️ Or From Eye😢 ©Ramya #Moon respect feelings😔 goodnight🌚 @nojototrends #quotes

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हमेशा धोखा खाओगे जब अपने आप से हद से ज्यादा किसी को चाहोगे ©gulam rasool #feelings

हमेशा धोखा खाओगे जब अपने आप से हद से ज्यादा किसी को चाहोगे ©gulam rasool #feelings

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Wait only for the one who knows the value of your every moment...!! #passionate_writers_gems ©Gyanendra Kukku Pandey #passionate_writer_gems #kukku2004 #Nojoto #nojotoenglish #nojotoquote #Quotes #feelings #Life

Wait only for the one who knows the value of your every moment...!! #passionate_writers_gems ©Gyanendra Kukku Pandey #passionate_writer_gems #kukku2004 #Nojoto #nojotoenglish #nojotoquote #Quotes #feelings #Life

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किसी की feelings को वक़्त रहते समझ लीजिए...........! क्यूँकि इनकी भी expiry date होती है........!!!!!!!!! ©Gyanendra Kumar Pandey #kukku2004 #Nojoto #nojotohindi #nojotoquote #feelings #Life #Quotes

किसी की feelings को वक़्त रहते समझ लीजिए...........! क्यूँकि इनकी भी expiry date होती है........!!!!!!!!! ©Gyanendra Kumar Pandey #kukku2004 #Nojoto #nojotohindi #nojotoquote #feelings #Life #Quotes

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ज़िक्र क्या... जुबां ‌पर भी न उसका नाम होगा... इससे बड़ा इंतकाम और क्या होगा.... ©Prisha Priya #Nojoto #nojotohindi #Hindi #hindiwriters #SAD #feelings #Trending #prishapriyaquotes #Quotes #hindiquotes

ज़िक्र क्या... जुबां ‌पर भी न उसका नाम होगा... इससे बड़ा इंतकाम और क्या होगा.... ©Prisha Priya #Nojoto #nojotohindi #Hindi #hindiwriters #SAD #feelings #Trending #prishapriyaquotes #Quotes #hindiquotes

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Life Like अपने तो कई है... वक्त पर साथ दे दे ऐसा होता तो बहुत कम हीं हैं.... ©Prisha Priya #Nojoto #nojotohindi #Hindi #hindiwriters #SAD #feelings #Trending #prishapriyaquotes #Quotes #hindiquotes

Life Like अपने तो कई है... वक्त पर साथ दे दे ऐसा होता तो बहुत कम हीं हैं.... ©Prisha Priya #Nojoto #nojotohindi #Hindi #hindiwriters #SAD #feelings #Trending #prishapriyaquotes #Quotes #hindiquotes

Nitin K. Ravi

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Unspoken Bond "I've always fancied girls who can make me feel young, both physically and emotionally. So, someone around 19-25 will do. Can I have one?" he pondered aloud in the dimly lit brothel. "I've hardly seen men going for immature ones," the Madamé retorted, to which he remained silent. "Bhagat, get him Celine," she instructed the man standing behind her. Bhagat motioned for him to follow, leading him through a passage to a room where Celine awaited. She appeared young, likely in her twenties, with dark hair, parted in the middle, big, dark, kohl-lined eyes, and a dimple on her left cheek. Tall with fair complexion, she wore a purple top, her lips as red as roses with cherry-like lip gloss. As they arrived, he noticed Bhagat and Celine exchanging glances before he was ushered in. Upon entering the room, he was struck by a painting on the wall, triggering a flood of memories. Shaking off the sensation, he found Celine sitting on the bed, legs parted, inviting him. After some awkward glances, she began to undress. "Let's break some walls today," he interjected before she could fully undress. "Sir, we are whores, and whores are not allowed to build walls around them, so there are no walls to break," she responded firmly. "But I see many," he countered, locking eyes with her. "We aren't allowed to make peace, do what you have come here for, and leave, mister," she insisted. He smiled, lighting a cigarette, and remarked, "I've been with many prostitutes, but you are different." "Everyone says the same," she laughed. "But not everyone makes you feel the same," he replied instantly. "Sir, prostitutes are not allowed to fall in love," she stated, meeting his gaze. "But men are allowed to fall in love with prostitutes," he reasoned. "There is hardly anyone left to fall in love with." A heavy silence enveloped the room until she finally spoke. "The walls of this room have witnessed enough chaos, tranquility, and different shades of skin" "We're more alike than you think," he admitted after a moment's reflection. "Have you also sold your body?" she inquired softly. "No, but I once fell in love with someone," he confessed tearfully and after a pause continued "She was fond of buying portraits. She had the same painting that hangs on the wall of this room. I've been to this brothel many times, but I've never seen the painting before. When I did, it reminded me of her." She grasped his hand tightly, offering solace. Taking a long drag of his cigarette, he asked, "Don't you dream of being free?" "Dreaming is pleasant until it clashes with reality," she replied, turning away to reveal belt marks on her back, remnants of a failed escape attempt. "People usually come here for a little fun after work, to feel loved, or to satisfy their lust," she continued after a pause. "Everyone wants to love and be loved," he remarked. "Not everyone. We're not even allowed to mention that word, let alone wish for it," she asserted. "It's ironic how someone who makes others feel loved isn't allowed to dream of it," he mused. "Shall we proceed with why we're here?" she interrupted the silence, to which he responded, "No, I don't feel like having sex with you." "Then what do you feel?" she inquired. "I feel like I need love, not sex," he confessed and kept 3000 ₹ on bed. "Sir, I think you're in the wrong place. You can leave now," she insisted, returning the money he had left on the bed. "Let's hope we won't meet again," she added, turning away without meeting his gaze. "Why?" he asked. "Because it would be painful for you, and peaceful for me," she replied. "We'll meet again, in a world where there's fear but also courage. Selling your skin takes courage. Standing up for yourself takes even more." Saying that, he placed the money in a drawer near the door and exited the room. ©Nitin K. Ravi Unspoken Bond #Love #sad_feeling #Broken #ishq #Dard #Pain #SAD

Unspoken Bond "I've always fancied girls who can make me feel young, both physically and emotionally. So, someone around 19-25 will do. Can I have one?" he pondered aloud in the dimly lit brothel. "I've hardly seen men going for immature ones," the Madamé retorted, to which he remained silent. "Bhagat, get him Celine," she instructed the man standing behind her. Bhagat motioned for him to follow, leading him through a passage to a room where Celine awaited. She appeared young, likely in her twenties, with dark hair, parted in the middle, big, dark, kohl-lined eyes, and a dimple on her left cheek. Tall with fair complexion, she wore a purple top, her lips as red as roses with cherry-like lip gloss. As they arrived, he noticed Bhagat and Celine exchanging glances before he was ushered in. Upon entering the room, he was struck by a painting on the wall, triggering a flood of memories. Shaking off the sensation, he found Celine sitting on the bed, legs parted, inviting him. After some awkward glances, she began to undress. "Let's break some walls today," he interjected before she could fully undress. "Sir, we are whores, and whores are not allowed to build walls around them, so there are no walls to break," she responded firmly. "But I see many," he countered, locking eyes with her. "We aren't allowed to make peace, do what you have come here for, and leave, mister," she insisted. He smiled, lighting a cigarette, and remarked, "I've been with many prostitutes, but you are different." "Everyone says the same," she laughed. "But not everyone makes you feel the same," he replied instantly. "Sir, prostitutes are not allowed to fall in love," she stated, meeting his gaze. "But men are allowed to fall in love with prostitutes," he reasoned. "There is hardly anyone left to fall in love with." A heavy silence enveloped the room until she finally spoke. "The walls of this room have witnessed enough chaos, tranquility, and different shades of skin" "We're more alike than you think," he admitted after a moment's reflection. "Have you also sold your body?" she inquired softly. "No, but I once fell in love with someone," he confessed tearfully and after a pause continued "She was fond of buying portraits. She had the same painting that hangs on the wall of this room. I've been to this brothel many times, but I've never seen the painting before. When I did, it reminded me of her." She grasped his hand tightly, offering solace. Taking a long drag of his cigarette, he asked, "Don't you dream of being free?" "Dreaming is pleasant until it clashes with reality," she replied, turning away to reveal belt marks on her back, remnants of a failed escape attempt. "People usually come here for a little fun after work, to feel loved, or to satisfy their lust," she continued after a pause. "Everyone wants to love and be loved," he remarked. "Not everyone. We're not even allowed to mention that word, let alone wish for it," she asserted. "It's ironic how someone who makes others feel loved isn't allowed to dream of it," he mused. "Shall we proceed with why we're here?" she interrupted the silence, to which he responded, "No, I don't feel like having sex with you." "Then what do you feel?" she inquired. "I feel like I need love, not sex," he confessed and kept 3000 ₹ on bed. "Sir, I think you're in the wrong place. You can leave now," she insisted, returning the money he had left on the bed. "Let's hope we won't meet again," she added, turning away without meeting his gaze. "Why?" he asked. "Because it would be painful for you, and peaceful for me," she replied. "We'll meet again, in a world where there's fear but also courage. Selling your skin takes courage. Standing up for yourself takes even more." Saying that, he placed the money in a drawer near the door and exited the room. ©Nitin K. Ravi Unspoken Bond #Love #sad_feeling #Broken #ishq #Dard #Pain #SAD