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decent_Felow:
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.
lol u knw DF, ur amazing sometimes!! coincidence!! :halo:
K337
May 21, 2007, 7:34pm
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sheyn:
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
my aim is just to tease u …
i really hate hee hee haahaa kinda immature careless gals
sheyn
May 21, 2007, 7:37pm
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anything 4 u Rahul…
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abhi lob story khatam nahi howe …
One day we were dissecting a cockroach in our lab when I was called in to the staff room. I saw my mom sitting there with Miss Rabia and few other teachers. My mom was asking them how I was doing in studies when one of the teachers said “Your sahibzada has given up on studies-bus ishq farmatay haiN in say” pointing at her. All the teachers laughed. My mom grabbed my ear and twirled it.
“Gadhay, Is that right?” She had shot me first and then she was asking questions.
I felt that someone had just thrown a fist full of sand in my eyes. The utter feeling of shame and insult made my heart stifle my throat. I wanted to cry but couldn’t, in front of her. I looked at her solemn face and saw empathy in her eyes. That was good enough for me. Now if they had put me in a meat grinder even then I wouldn’t have cried…
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hello … SANGEY CHAAL DE
Khair khairiyat de… khpala singa ye?
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abhi lob story khatam nahi howe …
One day we were dissecting a cockroach in our lab when I was called in to the staff room. I saw my mom sitting there with Miss Rabia and few other teachers. My mom was asking them how I was doing in studies when one of the teachers said “Your sahibzada has given up on studies-bus ishq farmatay haiN in say” pointing at her. All the teachers laughed. My mom grabbed my ear and twirled it.
“Gadhay, Is that right?” She had shot me first and then she was asking questions.
I felt that someone had just thrown a fist full of sand in my eyes. The utter feeling of shame and insult made my heart stifle my throat. I wanted to cry but couldn’t, in front of her. I looked at her solemn face and saw empathy in her eyes. That was good enough for me. Now if they had put me in a meat grinder even then I wouldn’t have cried…
lol!! hmm btw u told very nice story!! keep it up young man!
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pusho ghuftagoo is nt allowed in the cafe threads .......:D
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… hmmmm… ASA na khkaari nan???
sheyn
May 21, 2007, 7:48pm
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yeah copy paste kerna koi seekhay tho DF se …
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sighzz… gone are the days… when there used to be too many PUKHTO guppies flooding on GS… :hinna:
btw… jo ukhaaRna hai …ukhaaR lo… idhar PASHTO hi chalayga…
PS: kidding…
sheyn
May 21, 2007, 7:50pm
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***patha nishtha chertha rok shaway de…
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i knw dat he has copy paste!
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yeah… but its too late there… might be sleeping… Aaafis ta um tag de kana…
sheyn
May 21, 2007, 7:53pm
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thread mera hai , yahan wahi chaleyga jo manzoor-e-sheyn hoga
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Zaidah khush nahi hooo …
par kuch tou baat hai teri fitrat mein …
RAHUL kay sar main dard ho rahi hai
…old womens r mature enough to understand ur feeling 
