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RANVI SHEKHAWAT
“Are you sure, wife?” He asked, and I stepped down the bed, folding my hands across my chest, I looked at him or more like glared at him. “Actually, forget it. I’ll remove the pins myself.” His chest looks so freaking fine. The tattoos too.
“Why? Why can't I help you?” He asked and I shook my head.
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