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�What! She was ghost? What kind of story it is�.it�s ridiculous�Impossible�and why the hell she always had only PINK dress�Ghosts can change dresses if only they exist� I angrily said as she ended her story. �Eshita you are not a good storyteller�you said it�s a real story but I can bet my legs it�s not...and what

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The best part of my love story is I met that accident because now I can see her for hours, without any tensions of going to college or reveries of Riya or to manage the blunders of Rohan, which he used to make every day, and even Bhoo started liking him so she was not irritating me at

Before you start reading... i included one more chapter :DHope you won't get bored :)AnSh o:)_________________________________Previous Navigation Chapter 3:Love Hurts�khoob Jor se :(
It wasn�t the case that having very little money in the pocket was sole reason of leaving the hospital or I was really scared of that nurse that she will give me wrong injections now, but I really wanted to know if

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_______________________________________________ �Goonja sa hai koi iktara�.Goonja sa hai koi iktara�.�
�Wake up yaar�don�t you feel like waking early sometimes�just for a change�.uth saale kab se tera iktara bajte bajte Guitar hua ja raha hai�how many times I told you to put Munni badnaam as your alarm tone, at least that won�t send you in

Before you start reading, I have something to say,First of all thanks to all who read and shared this story :)Secondly, initially I decided to keep the story limited to three chapters, but on request of a special person I am extending it to Four Chapters. Hope You all will like it.Don't forget to add comment using facebook comments or default blogger comments :)
AnSh :)
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�Dude!! Pack your things; we are leaving in an hour�quick wake up!!!��Wtf�go away I don�t want you in my dream...Stay faraway...Huh� I murmured.And then Baaammm! A solid kick on my back; which I returned by a punch on Rohan�s stomach.I mean how on earth you can expect Rohan to rush into your room in a Sunday morning at 5 am, especially when he told you that he