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Subrat SaurabhAuthor of Kuch Woh Pal
Love is the only language which doesn't require words. It is the only language where feelings take control.
It sure doesn't have any boundaries. And yet, we still define it by entraping it. By encaging it according to the social norms set by the society.
Is it really love?
And if not, then what is? How can you unlove someone whom you loved once so deeply? Why are there so many conditions that you enlist before loving someone
Love is the only language which doesn't require words. It is the only language where feelings take control.
It sure doesn't have any boundaries. And yet, we still define it by entraping it. By encaging it according to the social norms set by the society.
Is it really love?
And if not, then what is? How can you unlove someone whom you loved once so deeply? Why are there so many conditions that you enlist before loving someone?
This book is all about love, heart breaks and life!
Happy Reading!
Great ideas do comes from a hot and soothing shower, but what will happen when this shower comes to life?
When the shower hold feelings? Goofy? Isn't it?
Well this book will enlighten your romance buds, witholding ecstasy, drama and thriller but in a poetic verse form!
Yes! Tell a tale through a verse!
This book is a story of love in supernatural form!
Can a shower love? Well, in this book, it sure does express love and grief.
Great ideas do comes from a hot and soothing shower, but what will happen when this shower comes to life?
When the shower hold feelings? Goofy? Isn't it?
Well this book will enlighten your romance buds, witholding ecstasy, drama and thriller but in a poetic verse form!
Yes! Tell a tale through a verse!
This book is a story of love in supernatural form!
Can a shower love? Well, in this book, it sure does express love and grief.
Lost in his magical touch, i rang the doorbell of my home. His soft yet strong hands holding onto my arm moving up towards the bare skin of my off shoulder dress. The warmth of his breath that just wont go, reminds me how close we came, for the first time life found its meaning. My mind, my soul, ev Read More...
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