Beast.
He was a beast -
A wolf in human form -
He had a bad eye on his friend's six-year-old daughter
She would have been much younger than her daughters
If he had got married on time -
He brought her to the park with an excuse
It was lying desolate in this hot summer afternoon.
When the girl's mother came looking for her
So she asked the same thing over and over again, fainting
'Mom! what happened to Uncle? '
Why did he hurt me?
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shakiranandini
I am model and dancer in Portugal. My father was belong to Lahore, He was Migrated Muslim, formerly from Bangalore, India and my beloved late mother was converted Hindu, based in Lahore, Pakistan. I born in Lahore and brought up in Russia. Later, I moved with my mother to Philippine for a higher secondary education. My parents got separated when I was only 12. I started her Career in 2001 from Singapore as a model and also appeared in dance programs. Later I joined as an actress/dancer and model in Svet modelek, Czech Republic. In 2013 I embraced Hinduism.
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