《Karan is back ♥️》Karan is back - 0.4
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Karan - Sssshhh rona band karo...It's okay 🥺
Monu - Maine tumhe thapad maara tha 😭💔
Karan - Monami koi baat ni...Ssshhh bhul jao 🥺
Karan - Chalo aage suno
Monu - Toh vo training ke time bhi tum the??
Karan - Hmm
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Flashback -
Karan - Mera naam kya hai?? Mein kon hu??
Sid - Karan bro
Karan - Cadet Sidharth Ganju, trainer hu mein aapka
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Monu - Bhabhi ke ghar bhi??
Karan - Hmm...Mein hi tha...Mein lenses pehen nahi, utaar rha tha...Jab tum aai uss time
Monu - Aage 🥺
Karan - Fir kya...Bhabhi pass ghar gye...Baby sath khele...Jab tum khaanse jaa rhi thi or mere haath se paani tak ni pee rhi thi tab tumhe balli kyu gusse se dekhega...Vo mein tha jo tumhe ghur rha tha kyuki tum balli se ladhne ke chakkar mein khudki tabiyat kharab kar rhi thi 😒
Monu - 🥺🙁
Monu - Sorry 🥺
Karan - 😒😏
Karan - Tumhe yaad hai jab Tum Baby ko bol rhi thi ki koi bhi nayi cheez kabhi kisi purani cheez ki jagah ni le sakti...Toh maine toh sirf Baby ko samjhane ke liye vo bola tha, taaki vo na roye...Isliye bola tha ki aapki frnd ko new kitten gift kardenge...Par tum uss time meri or humari baat kar rhi thi 🥺😢
Monu - 🥺😭
Karan - Phewww uske baad...Maine mere room se already pendrive le li thi...Fir jab tum dhund rhi thi, it was all a plan...It was already with me, isliye vaha se mein jaan puchke tumse ladke nikla...Kyuki mujhe Batra sir ko pendrive Pahonchani thi...So after that, we got exchanged again...Vaha dhaabe pe tumhe Balli mila fir, mein ni 😶
Monu - 😒🥺
Karan - Aur uske baad raat ko humne fir positions change ki
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Karan - Jiske sar pe tumne bandook rakhi, vo balli ni mein tha...Balli kabhi bandook ke aage aake khada ni hoga...Vo mein tha
Monu - 🤦🏻♀️🥺
Karan - 😅😅
Karan - Vaha pe jab tum Charu ke peeche bhaagne lagi thi...Uss time tumhe maine roka tha, Kyuki agar mein tumhe na rokta or tum ussey dikh jaati toh vo bina soche tumpe goli chala deti...Maine koi call ni sunni thi, maine bluetooth hi utaar dia tha... Whatever I did was to save u, aur aage bhi karunga 😒😤
Monu - 🥺☹️
Monu - Toh vo dispensary??
Karan - Hmm mein tha 😶
He finally showed her his neck that still had some scratches from her nails...✨
Karan - Dekhlo...Mein hi tha 😶
Monu - 🥺😭
TO BE CONTINUED....
Photos limit khatam ho gai... Continuing in the last part...♥️ Enjoy ✨
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