She was shivering as she held those papers..
Closing her eyes she thought once and signed on them and handed them to him.
He had devilish yet satisfactory smirk on his face.
" Welcome to hell... sweetheart"
She was shivering as she held those papers..
Closing her eyes she thought once and signed on them and handed them to him.
He had devilish yet satisfactory smirk on his face.
" Welcome to hell... sweetheart"
She doesn't want
A rich man or a
Handsome man,
Or even a poet
She wants
A man who
understands
Her eyes if
She gets sad,
And points to
His chest
And says
"Here is
Your home."
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Arabella Lak...