Rings of Smoke

Ae Ishq Humein Barbaad Na Kar

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he had left the office early,today…nearly half an hour saved,and yet,he was dog-tired.sitting in the autorickshaw he realized that he could not even listen to radio on the phone,because he had left his headfones with the other laptop,locked in his office drawer.oh damn!!and a hell lot of traffic and noise.the auto slowed down at the [...]

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