From @DrNiravParmar: She was so fond of him, called him 'Chocolate Chacha'. Got a sweet everytime she passed his house near the society gate.
As I went to call her home, there was a strange smell of cooking meat. The door -- bolted from inside. Peeking through the window, Oh My God! Her frock ! !
The cooker whistled.
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From @Greyllusionist: macabre, adj: Your expectations of love are so different from your definition of it.
From @deescjockey: The first line of vermilion ever to adorn the parting in her hair, glistened as she took to the dance floor with the delight and exuberance of a new bride. An hour later, the groom meekly told to stop dancing and fix her look. The vermilion had smudged all over her sweaty forehead.
As I went to call her home, there was a strange smell of cooking meat. The door -- bolted from inside. Peeking through the window, Oh My God! Her frock ! !
The cooker whistled.
Blank.
From @Greyllusionist: macabre, adj: Your expectations of love are so different from your definition of it.
From @deescjockey: The first line of vermilion ever to adorn the parting in her hair, glistened as she took to the dance floor with the delight and exuberance of a new bride. An hour later, the groom meekly told to stop dancing and fix her look. The vermilion had smudged all over her sweaty forehead.
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