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Desi urge to get a pair of pazeb from my pasandeeda mard. :')
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ہم ہیں مشتاق اور وہ بیزار
یا الٰہی یہ ماجرا کیا ہے.
How painful it must feel to know you are a nuisance to someone you love.
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Desi urge to write their initials on my hand with henna then quote;
" ہتھیلی پہ لکھنے سے نام تقدیر بن جاتا ہے"
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If I keep you updated about my life then you are one of 'my people' otherwise I'm so private.
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Grief is sneaky.
one song, one scent, one picture will make you breakdown.
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Your eyes, a war I don't mind dying in.
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I don't know how to flirt but I can make good chaye for you ♡
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Tell that guy with big brown eyes that I like him.
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Getting jhumkey, churiyan and pazeb from my pasandeeda mard can only fix me now.
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