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Her love for him was as deep as an ocean, His loyalty for her spoiled her comple... - Khushi malik - Quotes Donut
Written By Khushi malik
Her love for him was as deep as an ocean, His loyalty for her spoiled her completely, Till now their love story is alive in the conversation of their grandchildren. What?Hopelessly romantic? Sorry sweet heart,you are in the wrong generation!

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