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Shivika cried uncontrollably as she was escorted to the car, her small frame trembling with grief. "Ma, mujhe nahi chahiye yeh kapde aur tofe. Mujhe bas aap aur baba chahiye. Mujhe nahi jana aaplog ko chod ke."

("Mom, I don't want these clothes and gifts. I just want you and Dad. I donโ€™t want to leave you all.")

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โœง I don't write stories.I write the thoughts you hide.I make characters touch, tease, and misbehave.If you blush, it's working.18+ only. ๐Ÿ’‹ โœง