Jannat's love win
Before the end of the night, I would have to travel three hundred and a half kilometers to come and work in the morning. Paradise in the office and heart of my head. Nightclub breaks the stability of the night, and the chest of the aadhaar chest in the cheeks in the heart of the house is hurting. And I have lost my Paradise
The roar of the horn is running out of the destination. And I have lost my Paradise. Suddenly the cringing sound of the mobile phone. Hello, in the ear of the mobile, the beautiful teenage girl comes to her voice, "Assalamu Alaikum". Walaikum north of salam ....... What I heard was out of my mind
The air show can not move forward in the minutes of our conversation, due to the violent sentiment of the show. Just ended up in exchange for the cheerleader. This is the word of Paradise, "Waiting for me, I will call you." My boring bus tour. Anand was transformed into a journey. The heart of the heart begins to enjoy happiness. Drying leaves returned to life. And in the garden, a new twist that never burned.
Sometimes I swirled the trunk in the stormy sea of brachshututra, sometimes with the hands of the hands of the white kashful chhaye. Nimzhemi thought that the night had passed. Approximately 7 in the morning reached Dhaka. Called the waiting paradise for the night, I reached. "Alhamdulillah" came out from the mouth filled with an unconscious smile. Then the office, office retiring phones. Growth our conversation timeout.
An invisible attraction was felt to be felt from heart to heart. When it was a while, I do not think how long Nazian did not talk. In this way, as you grow up, jumping while jumping with you from day to day, from minute to hour Two people are in the house. I do not want to hear a lot, I want to say that I love to be a little love. Trying to understand both of the two by heart. Become the laugh of two people, the happiness of the sadhagira.
It is incomprehensible to hear the word of love in the ocean of love, but on that day we also eat food, both of you came down from you, from you. Instead of being a lover, I used to take pictures of people who love their wives on the wall of my mother's face rather than husband and wife. There was definitely a reason for such thinking. The reason is that on 15th August our wedding day is set. So, this idea is definitely not a crime. Nobody interrupted us, but all of them
Part -2
Before the end of the night, I would have to travel three hundred and a half kilometers to come and work in the morning. Paradise in the office and heart of my head. Nightclub breaks the stability of the night, and the chest of the aadhaar chest in the cheeks in the heart of the house is hurting. And I have lost my Paradise
The roar of the horn is running out of the destination. And I have lost my Paradise. Suddenly the cringing sound of the mobile phone. Hello, in the ear of the mobile, the beautiful teenage girl comes to her voice, "Assalamu Alaikum". Walaikum north of salam ....... What I heard was out of my mind
The air show can not move forward in the minutes of our conversation, due to the violent sentiment of the show. Just ended up in exchange for the cheerleader. This is the word of Paradise, "Waiting for me, I will call you." My boring bus tour. Anand was transformed into a journey. The heart of the heart begins to enjoy happiness. Drying leaves returned to life. And in the garden, a new twist that never burned.
Sometimes I swirled the trunk in the stormy sea of brachshututra, sometimes with the hands of the hands of the white kashful chhaye. Nimzhemi thought that the night had passed. Approximately 7 in the morning reached Dhaka. Called the waiting paradise for the night, I reached. "Alhamdulillah" came out from the mouth filled with an unconscious smile. Then the office, office retiring phones. Growth our conversation timeout.
An invisible attraction was felt to be felt from heart to heart. When it was a while, I do not think how long Nazian did not talk. In this way, as you grow up, jumping while jumping with you from day to day, from minute to hour Two people are in the house. I do not want to hear a lot, I want to say that I love to be a little love. Trying to understand both of the two by heart. Become the laugh of two people, the happiness of the sadhagira.
It is incomprehensible to hear the word of love in the ocean of love, but on that day we also eat food, both of you came down from you, from you. Instead of being a lover, I used to take pictures of people who love their wives on the wall of my mother's face rather than husband and wife. There was definitely a reason for such thinking. The reason is that on 15th August our wedding day is set. So, this idea is definitely not a crime. Nobody interrupted us, but all of them
Part -2
