𝑯𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒐 𝒄𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒔🎀
𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍..💓
𝑷𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔✨❤️ 🥀
𝑯𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚𝒚𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 ✨
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The grand chandelier bathed the hall in a golden hue, casting warm glows over the intricately carved pillars and floral decorations. Guests mingled, their laughter and chatter blending with the soft strains of a shehnai playing in the background.
Isharth walked in, straightening his dress, his expression neutral as always. But the moment his eyes fell on the far side of the room, his steps halted.
There she was.
Kaushiki.
Draped in a navy blue dress, she stood beside his grandmother, Janaki, engaged in cheerful conversation. Her laughter—soft and melodious—floated to him even across the crowd, as if the room had gone silent just for him to hear her.
A smile—unbidden and unfamiliar—tugged at Isharth’s lips.
He had never noticed any girl, but Kaushiki... she was something else entirely.
The way her bracelet chimed gently as she moved her hands. The way a small curl had escaped her neatly tied hair to rest on her cheek. The way her eyes lit up when she smiled at Daadi.
He was supposed to keep walking. But he didn’t.
He simply stood there, drinking her in with his eyes, like a man who had just seen color for the first time.
“Daadi, aap to bade cute ho” Kaushiki giggled, folding her hands respectfully.
Janaki chuckled, affectionately placing a hand on her head “Aur tum toh bilkul meri hi tarah cute ho” she cupped his face “Kash mere Ishu ko bhi tum jaisi koi mil jaye”
As soon as Kaushiki finished her sentence, Isharth walked up to them. The moment her eyes met his, an unfamiliar tension flickered in the air — a silent exchange neither of them could explain. Her breath hitched slightly, while Isharth paused mid-step, caught in the intensity of the gaze.
“Y-ye… kya bol rahi ho aap, Dadi?” he asked, his voice unsteady, eyes still locked on Kaushiki as he tried to gather himself.
Janaki chuckled softly, clearly enjoying the moment, but said nothing — her eyes gleaming with quiet amusement.
The three stood there, now engaged in conversation — light banter and subtle glances being exchanged, but unaware that they were no longer alone.
From a short distance, hidden behind the marble pillar of the courtyard, Aryansh observed them closely. His eyes narrowed behind his glasses as he adjusted them with a slight push.
“Bhai ke dimaag mein kuch to chal raha hai... Kaushiki di ko leke,” he muttered under his breath, suspicion curling in his voice “Chal beta Aryansh lag ja kaam pe” A smirk played at the corner of his lips, though it was unclear whether it stemmed from amusement or concern.
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Naina was talking with her best friend, clutching a glass of juice she hadn’t touched. She was dressed in a soft lavender saree that shimmered under the lights — but her eyes weren’t on the celebration.
They were on him.
Ved.
He was laughing at something anyone had said, his dimple flashing for just a second. His hair was slightly tousled, his posture relaxed — and yet, there was something about him that pulled Naina in, like gravity.
She didn’t even realize she was staring until he turned… and caught her gaze.
Their eyes locked.
Naina’s breath hitched, and she instantly looked away, flustered. But it was too late.
Ved had noticed.
His smile faded into something softer — curious, intrigued. He excused himself gently from the group and made his way toward her, weaving through the crowd with ease.
Naina turned, pretending to look at the decoration on the table, but her heart was beating far too loudly for her to focus on anything else.
“Ap mujhe dekh rahi thi,” Ved said as he reached her, his tone calm but unmistakably teasing.
Naina jumped a little and looked up. He was closer than she expected “M-m-main? N-nahi toh” she said quickly, eyes wide.
Ved tilted his head, a faint smirk playing on his lips “Sach mein? Par mujhe to laga aap mujhe ji dekh rahi hai”
Naina looked away, her cheeks warming “A-ap k-kya keh rahe hai Mr. Mehta?”
Ved leaned in a little, lowering his voice “Toh jo mujhe laga, wo galat tha?”
Her eyes darted back to his. For a moment, the noise of the party faded into the background, and all she could hear was her heartbeat — and Ved’s voice.
Naina tried to look away, but her heart was beating too fast. She couldn’t meet Ved’s eyes. Her hands began to shake slightly, and she held the glass tighter, hoping he wouldn’t notice.
But Ved noticed everything.
He looked at her trembling hands and stepped a little closer. Without saying anything, he gently placed his hand over hers. His touch was warm and soft — and it made her freeze for a second.
“You’re shaking,” he said quietly, looking into her eyes.
Naina quickly looked down “I-I don’t know why” she whispered.
Ved slowly took the glass from her hand and placed it on the nearby table. Then he held both her hands in his, wrapping them gently.
“Why are you so nervous Miss Naina?” he asked softly “Mujhse dar lagta hai?”
She shook her head, still not looking up. “Nahi… par jab aap paas hote ho na, sab kuch a-alag lagta hai”
Ved gave a small smile “Achha ya bura?”
She looked at him for a moment and said “Pata nahi”
Naina and Ved were completely lost in each other’s eyes, the world around them fading away. His hands still held hers, and neither wanted to break the quiet connection they shared.
Then, suddenly, a clear voice broke through the soft music and chatter.
“Ladies and gentlemen, please gather around! It’s time for cake cutting!” Ranjan’s cheerful announcement echoed across the garden.
Naina and Ved blinked, slowly pulling back from each other as the moment was interrupted. Their hands slipped apart gently, and both looked toward where the guests were starting to move.
Ved smiled softly at Naina “Lets go”
Naina nodded, still feeling the warmth of his touch “Y-yeah”
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Everyone gathered around the big table where Aryansh’s birthday cake was kept — a beautiful three-tier cake with glowing candles. The lights dimmed slightly, and soft music played in the background.
Prema and Ranjan walked proudly toward their son, smiling as the guests clapped and cheered. Prema gently placed her hand on Aryansh’s shoulder, her eyes full of love.
But just as Aryansh held the knife and was about to cut the cake, he paused.
He looked at his parents, then slowly turned to look into the crowd.
“Wait,” Aryansh said.
Everyone became quiet.
“I want someone to be with me… someone who’s always been like a brother, more than blood ever could be,” he said with his steady voice.
Prema frowned slightly, confused. Ranjan looked curious.
Aryansh’s eyes searched the crowd — and then stopped. A soft smile appeared on his face.
“Isharth bhai… please come. I want you to cut the cake with me”
For a moment, silence hung in the air.
Isharth, who had been standing quietly at the back, looked surprised. His eyes widened slightly, unsure if he heard right. He looked around, as if to confirm.
Prema’s smile faded. Her grip on Aryansh’s shoulder tightened just a little. She didn’t say anything, but her eyes clearly showed discomfort. Isharth — her husband’s son from his first marriage — had always been kept at a distance in her heart.
But Aryansh’s voice was clear “Bhai please”
Isharth slowly stepped forward, his heart heavy with emotion. For years, he had stood in the shadows, never expecting to be called forward — not like this.
When he reached Aryansh, the younger boy smiled and held out his hand.
“Saath mein kaat te hain cake” Aryansh said.
Isharth looked at him, then at the knife in their hands. His eyes were shining with unshed tears. No one had ever done something like this for him before — not in this house, not in front of everyone after the death of his mother.
He nodded slowly “Thank you bittu” he whispered.
They both held the knife together.
Prema forced a smile for the guests, but inside, her heart tightened. This wasn’t the moment she imagined — not with Isharth standing beside her son like an equal.
But for Aryansh, it felt perfect. Because for him Isharth wasn’t his stepbrother. He was the brother, whom he loved most.
As the guests clapped and sang the birthday song, two hands, one of love, one of longing — cut the cake together.
And somewhere in that moment, Isharth felt seen.
Truly seen.
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After the cake was cut and the candles blown, laughter and cheer filled the air again. Guests surrounded Aryansh with gifts and hugs, and the party moved forward with music, dance, and chatter.
Away from the crowd, under the soft glow of fairy lights, Ved and Naina stood near the drinks counter, talking quietly. There was a gentle ease between them — the way Naina smiled a little more freely around him, the way Ved’s eyes stayed on her even when she looked away.
Prema’s eyes found them from a distance.
She had just turned to call a waiter when her gaze landed on her daughter. Her smile faded a little as she noticed how Ved leaned in slightly when Naina spoke… how Naina didn’t step away.
A soft frown appeared on her forehead. But not out of anger — this time, it was thought.
She watched for a few more seconds. The way Ved took the glass from Naina’s hand just like that, the way Naina didn’t mind… the way they laughed at something only they seemed to understand.
Prema stepped back, thoughtful.
“They’re business partners?… no no no maybe there’s more” she thought.
And for the first time, instead of worry, a different idea formed in her mind “Agar Ved hi ho Naina ke liye… toh?”
“He came from a respected family. Balanced. Intelligent. And clearly, he could handle Naina — her moods, her silence, and her strength. Their understanding was natural, unspoken”
Prema folded her arms, still watching them. A small smile tugged at her lips now, one that held planning behind it.
Maybe this was the match she had been waiting for.
The celebration was still going on, but Prema slowly made her way to the quieter side of the lawn, where Ranjan stood speaking to a family friend. She gently tapped his arm.
“Ranjan baat karni hai apse” she said softly.
Ranjan raised an eyebrow but nodded, excusing himself. They walked a little away from the crowd, under a tree where the lights dimmed and voices faded.
“Kya hua?” he asked, noticing the serious look on her face.
Prema looked around once before speaking. “Naina aur Ved ke baare mein socha hai kabhi?”
Ranjan frowned slightly “What?”
Prema took a small breath “Aaj party mein maine dono ko dekha… unka connection simple tha, lekin itna to clear hai ki woh sirf business partners nahi lag rahe the, Ranjan I think kuch aur hai unke beech”
Ranjan remained quiet, letting her continue.
“Ved samajhdaar hai, successful bhi… aur Naina ke saath uska understanding mujhe natural laga aur humari Naina ko khush rakh sakta hai wo”.
Ranjan looked thoughtful now. “Hmmm… toh tum kehna kya chahti ho?”
Prema met his eyes “Shaadi agar dono raazi ho, toh mujhe lagta hai yeh rishta sahi ho sakta hai. Dono ek dusre ko samajhte hain, ek doosre ka respect karte hain. Aur phir, dono kaam mein bhi saath hain… rishta strong ho sakta hai” she looked at him “Aur humara business bhi”
Ranjan crossed his arms, still listening carefully “Tumhe lagta hai Naina ready hai? Aur Ved… usne kuch kaha?” He looked at her “Hum aisa kaise kar sakte hai dono baccho se bina kuch puche?”
Prema shook her head “Nahi, maine kisi se kuch nahi kaha, bas observe kiya and trust me Ranjan pehli baar laga… ki shayad meri beti ke liye koi perfect ho sakta hai.”
Ranjan gave a small nod “Theek hai. Hum jaldi baat nahi badhayenge. Dheere dheere samjhenge ki unka kya sochna hai. Agar dono raazi ho toh… mujhe bhi yeh rishta bura nahi lagta.”
Prema’s face softened. “Main bas chahti hoon ki Naina khush ho. Aur Ved… woh usse khush rakh sakta hai.”
They both looked back toward the crowd, where Naina and Ved were now laughing over something Aryansh said.
The party had begun to slow down. The music softened, the elders settled with coffee, and the younger crowd started to drift into quieter corners of the garden.
Under a string of fairy lights near the patio, five of them — Naina, Ved, Kaushiki, Isharth, and Aryansh — had pulled a few chairs together, chatting freely. Plates of half-eaten cake and drinks rested on the table beside them.
Laughter burst as Aryansh mimicked one of their relatives.
“I swear if that uncle calls me ‘bacha’ one more time, I’ll show him my gym progress” Aryansh said, flexing dramatically.
Everyone laughed.
Their laughter lingered in the air as the group continued chatting — stories shifting from exams to school food and strict invigilators.
Suddenly Ved paused in mid-sentence.
His eyes had wandered to the far side of the lawn, where an old couple stood near a decorative backdrop covered with fairy lights and flowers. The elderly man, slightly bent forward, was trying hard to adjust the phone camera with squinted eyes, while the old lady beside him folded her arms with exaggerated frustration.
She seemed to be complaining — pointing at the angle, fixing her hair again and again — while the man just chuckled nervously, struggling to frame the picture right.
Ved tilted his head slightly, a soft smile creeping onto his face.
He was lost in the moment. Something about them — the playful bickering, the way they still tried for each other even at this age — held him still.
Kaushiki noticed.
“Bhai... kahaan khoye ho?” she asked, nudging his elbow gently.
Ved didn’t take his eyes off the couple. His voice came out soft, almost dreamy.
“Look at them… aren’t they cute?”
Everyone turned their gaze to where Ved was looking.
Aryansh squinted, then suddenly his eyes lit up.
“Arey! Ye toh humari sabse badi Bua ji hain! Aur woh Fufa ji!” he said excitedly.
Kaushiki leaned forward, smiling. “Woh pink saree wali?”
“Haan haan!” Aryansh nodded, grinning. “Aur dekhna, abhi Bua gussa karengi... pakka Fufa ji ne photo thik se nahi li hogi.” He burst into laughter. “Wahi toh chal raha hai — unki photos kabhi perfect nahi hoti, aur Fufa ji ko toh camera samajhne mein hi 5 minute lagte hain.”
Everyone began chuckling, watching the scene unfold.
The old lady (Aryansh’s Bua)had now snatched the phone and was showing it to her husband with exaggerated hand gestures, clearly unimpressed. The old man just gave her a sheepish smile, and despite all the mock anger, she fixed his collar gently before handing him the phone again.
Isharth smiled faintly “Unmein ek alag hi comfort hai… jaise jitna ladte hain, utna hi pyaar chhupa hota hai.”
Ved folded his arms, still looking at them. “That kind of bond… when it lasts this long… it’s rare.”
Naina glanced at him sideways — something about the way he said it struck a chord. He wasn’t just talking about the couple.
Kaushiki looked between Ved and Naina briefly, her eyes narrowing with curiosity, but she didn’t say anything.
Aryansh grinned “Bas Bua ji ko ek ache photographer ki zarurat hai next time main khud unki Instagram-worthy photos loonga.”
Everyone laughed again, and the conversation slowly moved on, but for Ved, the image of that elderly couple lingered longer than expected — like a glimpse of a future he secretly wished for.
Kaushiki, who had been mostly listening till now, tilted her head thoughtfully and broke the rhythm with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
“Naina didi,” she asked suddenly, “aapko kaisa life partner chahiye? Matlab... agar koi aapko propose kare toh kaise? Koi specific idea jo aapne kabhi imagine kiya ho?”
The question caught everyone off-guard. Even Isharth raised his eyebrows with interest. All eyes turned to Naina.
Naina looked at Kaushiki, and without meaning to, her gaze drifted—straight to Ved.
He wasn’t looking at her at that moment, thankfully.
Realizing what she had done, she quickly looked down, a soft nervous smile tugging at her lips. Then she spoke, her voice laced with gentle laughter and honesty.
“Dekho mera jo bhi partner ho na bas caring ho, understanding ho, aur mujhse p–pyaar kare...” she paused shyly for half a second, then added with mock seriousness “Aur agar kisi ko mujhe propose karna ho toh bas mere saamne gajar ka halwa le aaye... ekdum garam garam fir dekho kaise pighal jati hu mai”
Everyone looked at her in amused surprise.
“Phir apne knees pe baith ke bole ‘Naina will you be my gajar ka halwa?’” She burst into laughter at her own words, hiding her face in her hands.
Kaushiki clapped in delight. “Waaah Naina di! Aapki baatein bhi aapki tarah unique hoti hain—sweet and filmy!”
What no one noticed was that Ved, sitting a little to the side, had pulled out his phone casually and was quietly typing something into his Notes app.
Word for word.
Exactly what Naina had said.
He didn’t know why. He just didn’t want to forget it.
But before the moment could get any softer, Aryansh – the designated clown of the evening – piped up with exaggerated drama.
“Jaaa jaaa jaaa... jaag jaaa Naina! Kyunki koi aapse pyaar kyu karega?” He grinned wickedly.
Naina’s eyebrows twitched in mock annoyance “Abbe o pankhe ke gire hue pench! Chuup reh nazar mat laga!”
Aryansh put his hand to his chest, scandalized “Birthday hai mera! Aaj ke din toh izzat de de thodi!” He pouted dramatically like a rejected hero in a Bollywood movie.
The clock had ticked past 2 AM, and the garden lights had dimmed slightly, signaling the winding down of the celebration. The soft hum of goodbye hugs, camera clicks, and final bites of dessert filled the air.
Prema and Ranjan stood near the exit gate, with content smiles, holding return gifts wrapped in shimmer.
After a while Mehta's approached Prema and Ranjan, Ved with Kaushiki beside him, followed by their staff placing the gift boxes in the car.
Ranjan extended his hand warmly to Ved, “Bahut achha laga Ashish ji… itni pyaari shaam ban gayi aap sabke aane se”
Ashish shook his hand politely “Pleasure was all ours Taneja ji. Aryansh’s birthday party turned out beautifully.”
Prema, still graceful but composed as always, nodded, “Kaushiki, beta… exams ke liye best of luck” saying this she hugged Shobha “Thank you aap log aye’
Kaushiki hugged Naina “Naina di, I had the best time today. Aap sab log itne sweet ho!”
Naina smiled, brushing her hand gently over Kaushiki’s hair “Aur tum bhi… apna dhyan rakhna aur haan stress mat lena boards ka”
Just as Kaushiki walked ahead, Ved lingered for a second — his gaze briefly resting on Naina.
She smiled faintly, her hands clasped in front of him “Good night… and thank you for coming.”
Ved hesitated, as if wanting to say something more… but instead, just smiled.
“Good night, Naina.”
“Chalein Kaushiki?” Ved called out.
Kaushiki, already seated, waved “Bye Naina di!
Aryansh shouted dramatically “Agli baar party meri hi honi chahiye phir se! Mujhe aur gifts chahiye!”
Everyone laughed.
The Mehta family car slowly drove out of the gates, fading into the night, while the Taneja family stood there for a few seconds, smiles lingering.
Naina looked down, trying hard to hide the soft smile on her lips. And somewhere deep inside, she wasn’t ready to admit how Ved had made her heart skip.
5 MONTHS LATER
Morning light filtered softly through the curtains, casting a golden glow in the room.
Isharth sat quietly at the edge of his bed, school uniform crisp, tie half-done, bag neatly packed beside him. But at that moment, none of that mattered.
His eyes were fixed on the framed photograph he held gently in his hands.
It was his mother's picture — a smile forever frozen in time.
“Mumma” he whispered, placing his fingertips softly over the glass frame “aaj mera last exam hai”
He paused, voice lowering, heart speaking
“Jaise mere sare exams ache hue… aaj wala bhi accha ho jaye… bas aapka ashirwad chahiye” A soft smile curved his lips as he pulled the frame gently to his chest “Apne Ishu ko blessings do, Mumma”
Just then, he heard soft footsteps approaching. He looked up to see Aryansh entering the room, carefully balancing a small steel bowl.
“Bhai” Aryansh said with a smile that reached his eyes “ye lo Dahi-Cheeni”
Isharth blinked “Yeh—?”
Aryansh sat beside him, handing over the bowl “Yaad hai na? Dadi kehti hai… exam ke pehle dahi-cheeni khana chahiye. Good luck aata hai”
A surprised smile appeared on Isharth’s face as he took the bowl “Tumhe yaad hai?”
Aryansh shrugged, trying to play it cool but failing to hide his fondness “Of course yaad hai apko top karte dekhna hai mujhe”
Isharth chuckled lightly and took a bite.
“Sweet like always” he muttered.
“And lucky like always” Aryansh grinned.
Before they could exchange more words, a voice echoed from the corridor “Isharth driver wait kar raha hai!” It was Ranjan, calling out.
Isharth carefully placed his mother’s photo back on the table, zipped up his bag, and took a deep breath.
As they walked out together, Aryansh gave him a light punch on the arm “Kill it topper”
On the other hand…
The Mehta house was buzzing with light morning chaos. In Kaushiki’s room, books were sprawled all over the bed, pens without caps rolling off the edge, and her bag half-open with papers sticking out like it had exploded overnight.
In the middle of that storm stood Kaushiki, panic on her face, one slipper on, the other missing.
“Mummmmmaaaa!” she shouted dramatically, flipping through her notebooks, tossing cushions, opening drawers that had already been checked twice “Mera admit card kahaan gaya?!” she groaned.
Her voice cracked with a mix of stress and fake crying as she stood in the middle of the mess, hands in the air. “Aaj mera last exam hai… aur agar yeh admit card nahi mila na toh main seedha Himalaya chali jaungi… sadhu ban jaungi!”
Just then, her mom entered with folded laundry “Kaushiki! Har baar exam ke din drama kyun hota hai?”
Kaushiki looked at her with puppy eyes, “Mumma, please na… help me find it! Mujhe lagta hai maine kahaaa rakha hai? Kahi to rakha hai…” she suddenly ran to the wardrobe.
As she searched the shelfs, but didn't found.
“Bhaiiiiiiiiii!” she yelled, louder now.
Within seconds, Ved appeared at the doorway, coffee mug in hand, dressed in a casual white shirt. He raised an eyebrow at the chaos.
“Kaushiki… yeh room hai ya paper recycling center?” he asked, taking a step inside.
She glared at him “Bhai, taunt mat maro please help karo!”
Ved set his mug down and calmly walked to her study table, opened the second drawer, and pulled out a folded sheet.
“Yeh kya hai?” he asked, waving it in front of her face.
Kaushiki froze “Whaaaat? You found it?” she jumped, snatching it from his hand “My admit card! Bhai, you're a literal angel!”
She hugged him quickly and then rushed to stuff it inside her pencil pouch.
Ved laughed, sipping his coffee “Agar khud me dimag hota to na admit card yaad hota”
Kaushiki made a face at him “Very funny”
Just then, her phone beeped — a message from her school group "All the best for the last exam guys! Let’s kill it!"
Kaushiki grabbed her bag and said “Bye Mumma! Bye Bhai! Pray for me!”
As she reached the door, Ved called out “O topper! Board ke baad treat meri taraf se!”
She turned around, walking backward with a grin “Pakki baat! I’ll remind you of that!”
And with that, she dashed out, ready to face her final exam — the panic forgotten, her smile returning with every step.
In Ved’s room
The mirror in front of Ved reflected more than just his appearance — it reflected a man battling nerves he never thought he’d feel.
Ved stood there, dressed neatly in a light blue kurta, but his fingers were fidgeting with the cuffs. He looked into his own eyes in the mirror, his jaw tensed slightly, as if trying to gather courage from within.
He let out a breath and muttered to himself,
“Come on, Ved… you can do it”
His voice was low, filled with self-assurance or at least a desperate attempt at it. But his hands told a different story. They were slightly trembling as he reached for his phone lying beside the comb on the dresser.
The screen lit up with a single swipe, and her photo appeared — Naina, smiling softly in a candid picture, perhaps unaware that this very picture had become a source of both courage and chaos for him.
He gazed at it for a few seconds, and a small, nervous smile curled at the edge of his lips.
“Tu itna darr raha hai?” he whispered to his reflection “Kha thodi jaayegi wo…” A soft chuckle escaped him — part sarcasm, part disbelief. He ran a hand through his hair.
He straightened up and adjusted his kurta’s collar, as if physically fixing his appearance would somehow calm the storm inside.
Then he paused. Looked at himself again.
“Sabse important cheez…” he murmured, glancing once more at Naina’s picture before locking his phone, “...wo bas accha ho jisase Naina happy ho”
And with that, he picked up the small ring box from the drawer, and a box, holding it like it was the most delicate thing in the world.
He didn’t know what her answer would be.
But today, he had decided — he’d at least ask.
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𝑺𝒐 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓??
𝑫𝒊𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 14?
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𝑩𝒚𝒆𝒆𝒆𝒆𝒆𝒆!!
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