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White Philosophy without reason and logic is just a word of entertainment. ©મસ્તાન #philosophy #Reason #logic #મસ્તાન

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White He'll Guys Mera naam Subhashree Sahu hai lekin meri close friend ne muje nojoto ke baare me btaya to muje yha pr video bna kr bhut achha lga or aap sab ne bhut pyar diya. Starting me I'd usne bnayi thi to usne namm bhi uska rkha diya or usne bola ki me shayari upload kiya krungi or tu apne videos bnana. To guys etne din se yhi chala aa rha lekin ab espe me khud ke videos hi upload kiya krunga. Esi vzh se mene apna naam change kiya or meri friend ne shayari ke liye alg acc bna diya haj. usme apna id @shayari hub ke namm se bnaya to aap use bhi support krna please 💝 🥺 ©Yashika Dubey Reason of my profile name change.

White He'll Guys Mera naam Subhashree Sahu hai lekin meri close friend ne muje nojoto ke baare me btaya to muje yha pr video bna kr bhut achha lga or aap sab ne bhut pyar diya. Starting me I'd usne bnayi thi to usne namm bhi uska rkha diya or usne bola ki me shayari upload kiya krungi or tu apne videos bnana. To guys etne din se yhi chala aa rha lekin ab espe me khud ke videos hi upload kiya krunga. Esi vzh se mene apna naam change kiya or meri friend ne shayari ke liye alg acc bna diya haj. usme apna id @shayari hub ke namm se bnaya to aap use bhi support krna please 💝 🥺 ©Yashika Dubey Reason of my profile name change.

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khwaish thakkar ©Khwaish #motivatation #Reason

khwaish thakkar ©Khwaish #motivatation #Reason

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White Hope! Everything happens for a reason. ©Gobi Gobi #hopeforthebest Everything happens for a reason😊

White Hope! Everything happens for a reason. ©Gobi Gobi #hopeforthebest Everything happens for a reason😊

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White Everything will make sense someday So for now, laugh at your mistakes, smile through the tears, and keep reminding yourself that everything really does happen for a reason ©Vaishnavi Wankhade happen for a reason 🪄 #Quote #thought

White Everything will make sense someday So for now, laugh at your mistakes, smile through the tears, and keep reminding yourself that everything really does happen for a reason ©Vaishnavi Wankhade happen for a reason 🪄 #Quote #thought

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Happy Holi God Bless You दोस्तों कई लोग बिना वजह दुखी हो जाते हैँ पर उन्हें खुद पता नहीं. होता कि वह क्यू दुखी है तो आज की post बहुत अच्छी होने वाली है इसलिए last तक जरूर बने रहें दोस्तों दुखी रहने के मुख्य कारण यह हैँ- 1-भूतकाल के सुख को याद करना 2- बिना मांगे सलाह देना 3-देर से सोना व उठना 4-हमेशा अपने बारे में सोचना 5-धैर्य न रखना दोस्तों यही मुख्य कारण है जिससे व्यक्ति हमेशा दुखी रहता है दोस्तों इस वीडियो को लाइक share जरूर करें ताकि किसी का भला हो जाए। धन्यवाद ©Sahil Hussain Sadness reason #Nojoto #viral #happyholi #ramdanmubarak #holikadahan

Happy Holi God Bless You दोस्तों कई लोग बिना वजह दुखी हो जाते हैँ पर उन्हें खुद पता नहीं. होता कि वह क्यू दुखी है तो आज की post बहुत अच्छी होने वाली है इसलिए last तक जरूर बने रहें दोस्तों दुखी रहने के मुख्य कारण यह हैँ- 1-भूतकाल के सुख को याद करना 2- बिना मांगे सलाह देना 3-देर से सोना व उठना 4-हमेशा अपने बारे में सोचना 5-धैर्य न रखना दोस्तों यही मुख्य कारण है जिससे व्यक्ति हमेशा दुखी रहता है दोस्तों इस वीडियो को लाइक share जरूर करें ताकि किसी का भला हो जाए। धन्यवाद ©Sahil Hussain Sadness reason #Nojoto #viral #happyholi #ramdanmubarak #holikadahan

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