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ranjeet hans

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कसम खुदा की अगर सलीके से तोड़ते हमे मेरे अपने तो हमारे टुकड़े भी उनके कम आते कम्बख्तों ने तोड़ा भी तब जब हमारे पहिले से ही टुकड़े हो रखें थे, ranjeet kaur srihind ©ranjeet hans #Hair

कसम खुदा की अगर सलीके से तोड़ते हमे मेरे अपने तो हमारे टुकड़े भी उनके कम आते कम्बख्तों ने तोड़ा भी तब जब हमारे पहिले से ही टुकड़े हो रखें थे, ranjeet kaur srihind ©ranjeet hans #Hair

Prabhu Kalyana

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you are the best part of my life,i can't explain how much I Love 💕 you. ©Prabhu Kalyana #true love never ends.

you are the best part of my life,i can't explain how much I Love 💕 you. ©Prabhu Kalyana #true love never ends.

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White Maybe her dimple was cuter, Maybe her hair was silkier, Maybe her laugh was more contagious, Maybe her eyes were like pearls, Maybe her heart had more warmth, Maybe she was more lovable... ©wild flower #sad_quotes #Hair #Love #Heart #Smile #YourQuoteAndMine #yourquote #yourquotebaba

White Maybe her dimple was cuter, Maybe her hair was silkier, Maybe her laugh was more contagious, Maybe her eyes were like pearls, Maybe her heart had more warmth, Maybe she was more lovable... ©wild flower #sad_quotes #Hair #Love #Heart #Smile #YourQuoteAndMine #yourquote #yourquotebaba

अश्लेष माडे (प्रीत कवी )

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White ती नसेल ही कदाचित इतरांसारखी आणि माझ्या मनाला हेच वाटतं ती तशी नसावी कधी कधी येतात ही मनात अनेक विचार ती खरंच अर्ध्यात दगा देणारी नसावी... लाख येतील ही आयुष्यातील वाटेत तिच्या पण ती माझ्यातच गुंतून राहणारी असावी लाख येतील संकटे जरी आमच्या नात्यात पण ती अर्ध्यात सोडून जाणारी नसावी... खूप अनुभव घेऊन झाले असे आतापर्यंत पण त्या अनुभवात तिची प्रतिमा कधीच नसावी खरं प्रेम कसं असतं हे इतर मुलींनी शिकावं तिच्याकडून माझ्या एवढ्या विश्वासास ती पात्र असावी... विचार ही करणार नाही तुला एकटं सोडून जाण्याचं अशी ठामपणे मला बोलणारी असावी आले जरी प्रेमाच्या आड आमच्या कुणीही त्यातून मार्ग काढून शेवटपर्यंत सोबतीला असणारी असावी... मंगळसूत्र घालीन तर तुझ्याच हाताने इतर कुणाच्याही नाही यासाठी माझ्याशी लढणारी असावी जगेन तर तुझ्यासोबत आणि मरेल तर तुझ्या घरी असं बोलून आमचं हे प्रेमाचं नातं कायम जपणारी असावी... प्रेम तिथे लग्न व्हावं, मनात माझ्या नेहमी हेच असतं माझ्यासारखंच विचार करणारी ती असावी कोणत्याही कारणांनी अर्ध्यात हात सोडणं हे कुठलं प्रेम आणि म्हणून मला वाटतं इतरांसारखी ती नक्कीच नसावी.... ©अश्लेष माडे (प्रीत कवी ) #life_quotes quote of love love loves quotes quote on love quotes on love

White ती नसेल ही कदाचित इतरांसारखी आणि माझ्या मनाला हेच वाटतं ती तशी नसावी कधी कधी येतात ही मनात अनेक विचार ती खरंच अर्ध्यात दगा देणारी नसावी... लाख येतील ही आयुष्यातील वाटेत तिच्या पण ती माझ्यातच गुंतून राहणारी असावी लाख येतील संकटे जरी आमच्या नात्यात पण ती अर्ध्यात सोडून जाणारी नसावी... खूप अनुभव घेऊन झाले असे आतापर्यंत पण त्या अनुभवात तिची प्रतिमा कधीच नसावी खरं प्रेम कसं असतं हे इतर मुलींनी शिकावं तिच्याकडून माझ्या एवढ्या विश्वासास ती पात्र असावी... विचार ही करणार नाही तुला एकटं सोडून जाण्याचं अशी ठामपणे मला बोलणारी असावी आले जरी प्रेमाच्या आड आमच्या कुणीही त्यातून मार्ग काढून शेवटपर्यंत सोबतीला असणारी असावी... मंगळसूत्र घालीन तर तुझ्याच हाताने इतर कुणाच्याही नाही यासाठी माझ्याशी लढणारी असावी जगेन तर तुझ्यासोबत आणि मरेल तर तुझ्या घरी असं बोलून आमचं हे प्रेमाचं नातं कायम जपणारी असावी... प्रेम तिथे लग्न व्हावं, मनात माझ्या नेहमी हेच असतं माझ्यासारखंच विचार करणारी ती असावी कोणत्याही कारणांनी अर्ध्यात हात सोडणं हे कुठलं प्रेम आणि म्हणून मला वाटतं इतरांसारखी ती नक्कीच नसावी.... ©अश्लेष माडे (प्रीत कवी ) #life_quotes quote of love love loves quotes quote on love quotes on love

Sanjeev0834

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सम्मान सबका लेकिन इज्जत उतनी जितना अगला करें मेरा अनुभव ©Sanjeev0834 #Hair #Shaayari #feel #nawab_saab💗🤞 #sanjeev0834

सम्मान सबका लेकिन इज्जत उतनी जितना अगला करें मेरा अनुभव ©Sanjeev0834 #Hair #Shaayari #feel #nawab_saab💗🤞 #sanjeev0834

Gargi Banerjee

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Staring out from the window of an unknown city, in a land that feels foreign, whispers of the past still echo. The voices, their words, the promises—they linger like ghosts in the corners of my mind. I long to answer, yet the silence is heavy, locked inside. My heart, a stone, caught in my throat. How do I share this ache, over and over, with those who have already tired of its weight? I see us—once hand in hand, promising to meet every turn in life together. Those late-night walks, the unplanned escapes, the streets we dreamed of wandering. Now that you’re gone, where do I place these dreams? A hollow wraps around me, a shadow I cannot shake. I sit by the window, watching silhouettes rise and fall—some familiar, some strangers—drifting like smoke in the memory of you. They ask how I am, tell me to find joy in what remains, that there’s more to life than this. But I live in the life we imagined—alone. I’ve gained the world, but what is it worth? It was always you—my beginning, my end. Now, I walk those unknown streets, haunted by the shadows of what once was, knowing nothing will ever be the same. The air feels thicker, every step heavier, as if the past clings to my very skin. I search the faces of strangers, hoping for a glimpse of you in the crowd, a familiar echo in the noise. As they say- loving is short, but forgetting is long. I once believed love could fill every empty space, that time would heal every wound. But now I see—some voids grow with time, and some wounds never close. The weight of absence becomes part of you, and in chasing the past, I’ve forgotten how to live in the present. ©Gargi Banerjee #viral #Highlights #followers

Staring out from the window of an unknown city, in a land that feels foreign, whispers of the past still echo. The voices, their words, the promises—they linger like ghosts in the corners of my mind. I long to answer, yet the silence is heavy, locked inside. My heart, a stone, caught in my throat. How do I share this ache, over and over, with those who have already tired of its weight? I see us—once hand in hand, promising to meet every turn in life together. Those late-night walks, the unplanned escapes, the streets we dreamed of wandering. Now that you’re gone, where do I place these dreams? A hollow wraps around me, a shadow I cannot shake. I sit by the window, watching silhouettes rise and fall—some familiar, some strangers—drifting like smoke in the memory of you. They ask how I am, tell me to find joy in what remains, that there’s more to life than this. But I live in the life we imagined—alone. I’ve gained the world, but what is it worth? It was always you—my beginning, my end. Now, I walk those unknown streets, haunted by the shadows of what once was, knowing nothing will ever be the same. The air feels thicker, every step heavier, as if the past clings to my very skin. I search the faces of strangers, hoping for a glimpse of you in the crowd, a familiar echo in the noise. As they say- loving is short, but forgetting is long. I once believed love could fill every empty space, that time would heal every wound. But now I see—some voids grow with time, and some wounds never close. The weight of absence becomes part of you, and in chasing the past, I’ve forgotten how to live in the present. ©Gargi Banerjee #viral #Highlights #followers

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White It's 2 a.m., and once again, I'm here, writing in the soft, muted glow of my phone screen. I'm lost in a certain genre of music, one that I'll keep unnamed as if keeping it secret might somehow shield me from the thoughts that keep me up at night. The darkness outside mirrors the void within me, a void that has grown wider and more consuming with each passing day. It's as though every moment that goes by adds another layer of something I can’t quite put into words—a kind of void that keeps expanding inside me. They say time heals all wounds, but what if time is the wound itself, slowly etching away at me, carving out pieces of who I am until there's nothing recognizable left? Yet, despite it all, we carry on, don’t we? We stand tall because that’s what’s expected of us—we put on this façade of being unbreakable, hoping that if we pretend long enough, maybe, just maybe, it’ll become our reality. ©Gargi Banerjee #viral #highlights

White It's 2 a.m., and once again, I'm here, writing in the soft, muted glow of my phone screen. I'm lost in a certain genre of music, one that I'll keep unnamed as if keeping it secret might somehow shield me from the thoughts that keep me up at night. The darkness outside mirrors the void within me, a void that has grown wider and more consuming with each passing day. It's as though every moment that goes by adds another layer of something I can’t quite put into words—a kind of void that keeps expanding inside me. They say time heals all wounds, but what if time is the wound itself, slowly etching away at me, carving out pieces of who I am until there's nothing recognizable left? Yet, despite it all, we carry on, don’t we? We stand tall because that’s what’s expected of us—we put on this façade of being unbreakable, hoping that if we pretend long enough, maybe, just maybe, it’ll become our reality. ©Gargi Banerjee #viral #highlights

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actress simran ©Sen south sexy actress #Simran #sexy #Boobs #Sleeveless #Hair

actress simran ©Sen south sexy actress #Simran #sexy #Boobs #Sleeveless #Hair