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Girls life struggle

Zee was mesmerized by the sight in front of her. A man is being molested by some thugs without mercy. Her soul struggled to see how weak and helpless the man who was now covered in blood was, and just lay there without being able to fight back. Zee finally helps victims of abuse by distracting them from the thugs by positioning herself as a hero. The thugs who saw the blue hooded girl standing in front of them with their hands on their hips finally let go of the young man who was lying helpless. They are more interested in dealing with the girl who is now smiling kindly at them. With her high self-defense skills, Zee defeats the thugs and manages to bring a young man who is lying helpless to the therapy clinic where she works. After making sure that the young man she was helping was getting good treatment, Zee finally left the still unconscious youth to her private room at the top of the therapy clinic Every day, Zee and a young man named Afzal meet. Arrogant Afzal never knew that Zee was his helper and was always angry with Zee who took care of him. In a special treatment room. Several fights made Zee fall in love with her patient, but Afzal, who felt indebted to the girl who helped him, always tried to find the girl by always coming to the location where he was being abused. How is the next story?

Zee terpesona menyaksikan pemandangan di depannya. seorang laki-laki sedang dianiaya oleh beberapa preman dengan tanpa belas kasihan. Jiwanya meronta menyaksikan betapa lemah dan tidak berdayanya lelaki yang kini sudah bersimbah darah, dang tergeletak begitu saja tanpa bisa melawan. Zee akhirnya menolong korban penganiayaan dengan mengalihkan perhatian dari para preman dengan memposisikan dirinya sebagai seorang pahlawan. Para preman yang melihat gadis berkerudung biru sedang berdiri di hadapan mereka dengan berkacak pinggang akhirnya melepaskan pemuda yang sudah tergeletak tak berdaya. Mereka lebih tertarik untuk menghadapi gadis yang kini tersenyum dengan ramah kepada mereka. Dengan kemampuan bela dirinya yang tinggi, Zee mengalahkan para preman dan berhasil membawa pemuda yang sudah terkapar tak berdaya ke rumah terapi tempatnya bekerja. Setelah memastikan bahwa pemuda yang ditolongnya mendapatkan perawatan yang baik, Zee akhirnya meninggalkan pemuda yang masih pingsan itu ke ruang pribadinya di puncak rumah terapi tersebut. Setiap hari, Zee dan pemuda bernama Afzal bertemu. Afzal yang arogan sama sekali tidak pernah tahu kalau Zee adalah penolongnya selalu marah pada Zee yang merawatnya. Di ruang perawatan khusus. Beberapa kali bertengkar membuat Zee jatuh cinta pada pasiennya, namun Afzal yang merasa sangat berhutang budi kepada gadis yang menolongnya selalu berusaha mencari gadis itu dengan senantiasa datang ke lokasi dimana dirinya mendapatkan penganiayaan. Afzal meminta anak buahnya untuk mencari gadis berkerudung ungu dengan berbagai cara. Bagaimana Kisah Zee dan Afzal selanjutnya?

I am marriage person belong to larkan my five children's three daughter 2 son .number three daughter is special child she is not thinking ang no Listener my daughter my hurt heart happy stablished

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Mm Afzal

Falling in love with nature, A love which finds a way to meet it's soulmate, A heart beats ever step closer to it's beloved

She believed she'll meet him in world where nobody has seen him ever because she knows how it feels to be alone. He only knows how to make money by hook or by crook but he has a rule, he don't kill and don't help killers. He don't cares what people think about him. He always lives alone.

Stop…Stop right there!” The child yelled. The inspector was stunned. Everyone in the police station could now hear the child. Mhatre stuck his ear close to the door to find out what exactly were they talking. “Okay…I wont move…See do one thing, keep the gun on that table… I promise I’ll let you go.” “Why were you trying to remove my clothes?!” Sabun questioned, in anger. He wanted to know what was going on in the inspector’s mind. “No, No reason at all. I was joking. Really. You took that joke seriously.” “Tell me! Tell me!” The child yelled. The police officer was now shivering in fear. Mhatre tried to listen to figure out what was happening inside. “You..You are very beautiful. I wanted to see if you’d be the same without any clothes on.” The child’s eye were moist. As soon as the inspector said that, the child pulled the trigger. A bullet was fired. Everyone outside now began to panic. The bullet just brushed past the inspector and pierced the wall of the room. Neeraj was now shit scared. He had a narrow escape, but he didn’t know for how long. “You two feet motherfucker!” “Me? Me? You’ll are motherfuckers!” The child had made up his mind. There was a shine in his eyes. Neeraj tried to read his eyes but he was confused. “What are you going to do? No! No! Mhatre save meee!” Neeraj cried for help. But it was too late. The kid had fired the bullet and.....

Afzalkanpur

A deamon called marcon met his fiancee during an adventurous journey and made some silly mistakes which resulted to the end of his relation ship with his fiancee. Once upon a time a Deamon went to a thick jungle as he was on his way to hunt a wild bull to make his supper as he was on hos way, he heard some noise in the jungle , as some one screaming , it was a female voice. Deamon : who is there , can I help you ? from some distance the voice came again but this time voice was much clrar and louder. The female voice : please help me if you can , I am stuck here kindly , help me from getting out from this muddy pound . On hearing this he hurried to the direction of the voice and rechied the sight and was so shocked to see his childhood friend and fiancee baluka, in a deep muddy pound , as she was nearly half in the muddy pound , with no chance of getting out , the deamon was very upset on seeing this , so he hurriedly . made a rope from the strong dry roots of a banyan tree nearby and threw it down wards in the muddy pound . Deamon : Baluka , hurryup now hold the rope tightly . Baluka: O ! thanks , Marcon , I am holding it tightly , just pull me out . On this , the Marcon, the deamon started pulling the rope , but as he was near to make her out of the muddy pound , he too accidently slipped in the pound , as this happened, the Baluka got very angry with him and because of his silly mistake she used his body as a path to went out , as she went out from the pound , the cried out . Deamon : please help me now , I also tried to help you . On this Baluka said to the deamon. Baluka: how stupid you are , you think I can make a mistake like you , and make my life on a risk again . The moral of this lesson is that we should not trust every body blindly .

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