Rooth na jaana tumse kahoon tho… 
Mein inn Aankhon mein jo rahoon tho…
Tum ye jano ya na jano:wink:
Tum ye mana ya na mano
Mera jaisi deewani tum paogai nahi 
Yaad karogai mein jo na hoon tho…
Rooth na jaana tumse kahoon tho …:whistling
P.S… Jinn kahin key ……
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:jano:RAHUL ko kis ne yaad kiya:smooth:
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Hi sheynyyyyyyyyy how r u ?
rahul hai kooon
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tumhare mamu ka beta:naraz:
sheyn say poocho RAHUL koun hai:smooth:
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Rahul dahling !!!..
Hiee Df… howz U ?? 
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what are u doing tonight i was thinking of going out for dinner:smooth:…if u dont mind
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i m fine …
K337 ..meraa mamuu ki betii tou app be hooo ..
:smackstar:…chalo batie yeh koon se new entry hai …film mai
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i thought u’d never ask…
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i never did too:cb:
but its fate and u are mine:smooth:
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Sheyn ..Rahul is the same thing as lik the preety gal for me …You must be thinking by now that the woman whom I fell in love with must be a beauty queen. No. She was just another typical Punjaban:cb:… belongs to the Potohar Plateau, where life is still as difficult as its terrain. But, here, the captivating and awesome beauty of its landscape, its multihued rocks, its humbling gorges, snaking creeks, and the breathtaking magnificence of sand dunes are compounded by the beauty of its inhabitants. Whether it is the splendor of springing gazelles, dancing peacocks, and flocks of pelicans and alabasters migrating from Russia to the great lakes in Sindh, or the sturdy men and gorgeous women of this land, the nature’s benevolence is copious…
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Rahul… sighzzzz :jano:
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***Huh ! 
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DF mein ney tumhara kya bigarhaa hai 
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yeh ap ka liya nahi hai yeh to un punjaban ka liya hai ***.. App to pathan hooo …
She was just another one of these Elemental Women. But she must had something that made her stand out in the crowd. Why else would, a guy like me, attempt on her husband’s life, make a pact with the devil, beat the crap out of his friends, bear his mother’s wrath and break some very loving hearts. I have no idea why did I fall in love with her. Sometimes I wonder if a tiny little blue vein on her transparent neck had something to do with it; or may be it was the way she used to press her lips slightly with pride, whenever she’d find men scanning her; or may be it was the way she’d try to pretend that she wasn’t noticing their appreciation. May be it was not her appearance. May be it was the way she held my hand and helped me draw a circle with a compass, on her first day at school. Yep! She was my fifth grade teacher…
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Tumhai sirf meray threads milthay hain…love stories parhnay key lyay
U knoe i’m allergic to love stories…
P.S wats it with guyz an being attracted to older women 
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:aq:
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rahul can solve all ur problems df
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…I think it is unfair to blame it on the hormones in case of a fifth grader. Probably, love is not Chemistry; and if age can’t restrict it then it is not Physics either. If people fall in love despite the risk of getting their hearts broken it is not Statistics. One thing is for sure that it is not simple math to figure out what love is. An affection that has lasted over years cannot be infatuation. Probably it is genetic. May be we inherited it from Adam. It must be the innocent love that Adam felt when he first saw Eve, long before touching the forbidden fruit. …
Are you gonna marry her when you grow up?” asked Fozia one of my classfelow , looking at my face anticipating a ‘no’.
“Yes” I said; and my slave driver whipped me the very first time.
Miss Rabia got married during the summer brake of that year.
“Now what’re you gonna do?” Fozia dropped the bombshell on the first day after summer break.
I looked into her starry eyes and shrugged “I’ll marry her too when I’ll grow up”.
Obviously, I was too naïve to understand the concept of marriage. But I felt hurt. The pain was strange. It was like the pain of betrayal when someone who is trusted and close to you betrays you unknowingly, innocently and unintentionally. Deep down inside you feel like punishing your betrayer but you can’t. You find yourself not only tied down but gagged as well. And no one else does it to you but you.