Romance Psycho Lovers

[RagVi Singh]

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apki disappointing ki kya definition hai mujhe nhi pata but i try my best
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[RagVi Singh]

Nice ones Raghvi.. finally likhna start to kiya dobara se.. excited to see how it unfolds..
Keep writing

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Episode 1: And it started​

Clinic ka kamra zyada bada nahi tha, par hawa mein ek ajeeb sa bojh tha. Safed deewaron par lage purane certificates, bookshelf mein pade medical journals, aur ek halki si antiseptic ki smell—sab kuch normal hona chahiye tha. Phir bhi, Arnav ko lag raha tha jaise woh kisi interrogation room mein baitha ho.

Woh leather couch ke kone par baitha tha, seedha, bilkul controlled. Haath ghutnon par rakhe hue, ungliyan aapas mein judi hui—jaise agar thoda bhi hil gaya, toh kuch toot jayega. Diwaar par lagi ghadi ki tick-tick awaaz uske kaano mein chub rahi thi. Har second usse yaad dila raha tha ki waqt chal raha hai… aur woh nahi.

Samne kursi par Dr. Raghav Mehra baitha tha. Usne apna white coat nahi pehna tha. Aaj woh doctor se zyada dost lag raha tha. Glasses naak par the, stethoscope desk par pada hua—jaise jaan bujhkar door rakha ho.

Raghav ne Arnav ko dekha, poori tarah se.

“Phir se neend nahi aayi?” Raghav ne dheere se poocha.

Arnav ne turant jawaab nahi diya. Uski nazar zameen par thi, marble floor ke patterns ko follow karte hue, jaise wahan koi kahani chhupi ho.

“Neend… bekaar lagti hai,” Arnav ne finally kaha. “Jaise aag ke beech aankh jhapkana.”

Raghav ka chehra sakht ho gaya, par awaaz shaant rakhi.

“Tum weight lose kar rahe ho. Pulse unstable hai. Aur tum logon se kat rahe ho.”

Arnav ke hothon par ek halki si movement hui—muskaan nahi, correction.

“Main logon se kat nahi raha,” usne kaha. “Mujhe unki zarurat nahi rahi.”

Yeh sunte hi Raghav seedha baith gaya.

“Arnav,” usne kaha, doctor wali formality chhod kar, “tum yahan isliye aaye ho kyunki tumne mujhe bulaya. Ab aise band mat ho jao.”

Kuch seconds ke liye laga Arnav hans padega. Par hasi nahi aayi. Sirf ek thaka hua sa exhale.

“Main madad maangne nahi aaya,” Arnav ne kaha. “Bas chahata hoon koi sune.”

Kamre mein khamoshi fail gayi.

Raghav ne gehri saans li. “Theek hai. Main sun raha hoon.”

Arnav ne apna sir couch ke backrest par tika diya aur chhat ki taraf dekhne laga. Safed paint mein ek patli si darar thi—bilkul kisi purane zakhm ki tarah.

“Woh har jagah hai,” Arnav ne dheere se kaha.

Raghav ne naam poocha nahi. Usse pata tha.

“Anamika?” usne kaha.

Arnav ki aankhen band ho gayi.

“Woh kamre mein ho, na ho—farq nahi padta,” Arnav bolta raha. “Woh khaali jagahon mein rehti hai. Jo lamhe chup hote hain… wahi uska ghar hai.”

“Yeh normal nahi hai,” Raghav ne sambhal kar kaha.

Arnav halki si hasi hansa—jaise apni hi baat par sharminda ho.

“Pyaar kab normal hota hai?” usne poocha. “Woh toh consume karne ke liye hota hai. Log bas zinda rehne ke liye use ‘healthy’ bol dete hain.”

Raghav ne notepad uthaya, par zyada kuch likha nahi.

“Yeh kab se shuru hua?” usne poocha. “Yeh intensity. Yeh fixation.”

Arnav ki ungliyan dheere dheere mutthi ban gayi.

“Shuru se,” usne kaha. “Hum dono hi shaant the. Observe karne wale. Jo baaki log ignore kar dete the, hum notice karte the. Isi liye hum ek dusre ko pehchaan paaye.”

“Pehchaan… ya apni hi parchhai dekh li?” Raghav ne poocha.

Yeh sawaal Arnav ke andar tak chala gaya.

Usne aankhen kholi aur pehli baar Raghav ki taraf dekha. Uski aankhon mein thakaan thi, par saath hi ek khatarnaak si clarity.

“Usne mujhe dekha,” Arnav ne kaha. “Woh version nahi jo main duniya ko dikhata hoon. Woh bhookh jo main chhupa ke rakhta hoon. Aur woh dari nahi.”

Raghav ne halki si saans li. “Aur tumne usmein kya dekha?”

Arnav ki awaaz aur dheemi ho gayi.

“Wahi khaali pan,” usne kaha. “Bas uska khaali pan muskuraata tha.”

Ghadi ki awaaz aur tez lagne lagi.

Raghav uth kar khidki ke paas gaya, blinds ko adjust karne ka drama karta hua, taaki apne thoughts ko sambhal sake.

“Arnav,” usne bina palte kaha, “obsession aksar connection jaisa lagta hai jab insaan khud ke saath akela rehne se darta hai.”

Arnav ne sir thoda sa jhukaya. “Yeh diagnosis hai?”

“Nahi,” Raghav ne kaha. “Warning hai.”

Is baar Arnav sach mein muskuraya—but woh muskaan thandi thi. Shukr guzaar. Samarpit.

“Tum hamesha mujhe bachane ki koshish karte ho,” Arnav ne kaha. “Isiliye main tum par bharosa karta hoon.”

Raghav ne uski taraf dekha, aankhon mein seedhi chinta.

“Bharosa ka matlab yeh nahi hota ki main jhooth bolun,” usne kaha. “Sach batao—kya tumne khud ko nuksaan pahunchane ke baare mein socha hai?”

Arnav ruk gaya.

“Nahi,” usne kaha. Phir ek pal baad, dheere se joda, “Khud ko nahi.”

Kamra jaise aur chhota ho gaya.

“Arnav,” Raghav ki awaaz sakht ho gayi.

“Woh nahi chahegi,” Arnav ne shaant rehkar kaha. “Use waste pasand nahi. Dard ka matlab hona chahiye.”

Raghav do kadam mein uske saamne aa khada hua. “Tum theek nahi ho,” usne kaha. “Aur main ab isse ignore nahi kar sakta.”

Arnav ne upar dekha. Uski aankhon mein aansu nahi the—sirf ek tez chamak.

“Woh mera intezaar kar rahi hai,” usne kaha. “Hamesha karti hai. Bilkul meri tarah.”

Raghav ki reedh mein thand si daud gayi.

“Woh kahan hai?” usne poocha.

Arnav dheere se khada hua, apni shirt ko seedha karta hua—jaise kisi ibadat ke liye tayaar ho.

“Har jagah,” usne kaha. “Aur kahin bhi jahan tum pahunch sako.”

Darwaaze par haath rakh kar woh ruk gaya.

“Oh Raghav,” usne peeche mud kar kaha,
“Yeh sirf shuruaat ka sukoon hai.”

Phir woh chala gaya.

Ghadi phir bhi chalti rahi.

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(word count ≈900–1000 words)

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Sasuri ka pata nahi sab uper uper se gya jaise virgin ladki ho
Jo bhi tha
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[vihan27]

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Episode 1: And it started​

Clinic ka kamra zyada bada nahi tha, par hawa mein ek ajeeb sa bojh tha. Safed deewaron par lage purane certificates, bookshelf mein pade medical journals, aur ek halki si antiseptic ki smell—sab kuch normal hona chahiye tha. Phir bhi, Arnav ko lag raha tha jaise woh kisi interrogation room mein baitha ho.

Woh leather couch ke kone par baitha tha, seedha, bilkul controlled. Haath ghutnon par rakhe hue, ungliyan aapas mein judi hui—jaise agar thoda bhi hil gaya, toh kuch toot jayega. Diwaar par lagi ghadi ki tick-tick awaaz uske kaano mein chub rahi thi. Har second usse yaad dila raha tha ki waqt chal raha hai… aur woh nahi.

Samne kursi par Dr. Raghav Mehra baitha tha. Usne apna white coat nahi pehna tha. Aaj woh doctor se zyada dost lag raha tha. Glasses naak par the, stethoscope desk par pada hua—jaise jaan bujhkar door rakha ho.

Raghav ne Arnav ko dekha, poori tarah se.

“Phir se neend nahi aayi?” Raghav ne dheere se poocha.

Arnav ne turant jawaab nahi diya. Uski nazar zameen par thi, marble floor ke patterns ko follow karte hue, jaise wahan koi kahani chhupi ho.

“Neend… bekaar lagti hai,” Arnav ne finally kaha. “Jaise aag ke beech aankh jhapkana.”

Raghav ka chehra sakht ho gaya, par awaaz shaant rakhi.

“Tum weight lose kar rahe ho. Pulse unstable hai. Aur tum logon se kat rahe ho.”

Arnav ke hothon par ek halki si movement hui—muskaan nahi, correction.

“Main logon se kat nahi raha,” usne kaha. “Mujhe unki zarurat nahi rahi.”

Yeh sunte hi Raghav seedha baith gaya.

“Arnav,” usne kaha, doctor wali formality chhod kar, “tum yahan isliye aaye ho kyunki tumne mujhe bulaya. Ab aise band mat ho jao.”

Kuch seconds ke liye laga Arnav hans padega. Par hasi nahi aayi. Sirf ek thaka hua sa exhale.

“Main madad maangne nahi aaya,” Arnav ne kaha. “Bas chahata hoon koi sune.”

Kamre mein khamoshi fail gayi.

Raghav ne gehri saans li. “Theek hai. Main sun raha hoon.”

Arnav ne apna sir couch ke backrest par tika diya aur chhat ki taraf dekhne laga. Safed paint mein ek patli si darar thi—bilkul kisi purane zakhm ki tarah.

“Woh har jagah hai,” Arnav ne dheere se kaha.

Raghav ne naam poocha nahi. Usse pata tha.

“Anamika?” usne kaha.

Arnav ki aankhen band ho gayi.

“Woh kamre mein ho, na ho—farq nahi padta,” Arnav bolta raha. “Woh khaali jagahon mein rehti hai. Jo lamhe chup hote hain… wahi uska ghar hai.”

“Yeh normal nahi hai,” Raghav ne sambhal kar kaha.

Arnav halki si hasi hansa—jaise apni hi baat par sharminda ho.

“Pyaar kab normal hota hai?” usne poocha. “Woh toh consume karne ke liye hota hai. Log bas zinda rehne ke liye use ‘healthy’ bol dete hain.”

Raghav ne notepad uthaya, par zyada kuch likha nahi.

“Yeh kab se shuru hua?” usne poocha. “Yeh intensity. Yeh fixation.”

Arnav ki ungliyan dheere dheere mutthi ban gayi.

“Shuru se,” usne kaha. “Hum dono hi shaant the. Observe karne wale. Jo baaki log ignore kar dete the, hum notice karte the. Isi liye hum ek dusre ko pehchaan paaye.”

“Pehchaan… ya apni hi parchhai dekh li?” Raghav ne poocha.

Yeh sawaal Arnav ke andar tak chala gaya.

Usne aankhen kholi aur pehli baar Raghav ki taraf dekha. Uski aankhon mein thakaan thi, par saath hi ek khatarnaak si clarity.

“Usne mujhe dekha,” Arnav ne kaha. “Woh version nahi jo main duniya ko dikhata hoon. Woh bhookh jo main chhupa ke rakhta hoon. Aur woh dari nahi.”

Raghav ne halki si saans li. “Aur tumne usmein kya dekha?”

Arnav ki awaaz aur dheemi ho gayi.

“Wahi khaali pan,” usne kaha. “Bas uska khaali pan muskuraata tha.”

Ghadi ki awaaz aur tez lagne lagi.

Raghav uth kar khidki ke paas gaya, blinds ko adjust karne ka drama karta hua, taaki apne thoughts ko sambhal sake.

“Arnav,” usne bina palte kaha, “obsession aksar connection jaisa lagta hai jab insaan khud ke saath akela rehne se darta hai.”

Arnav ne sir thoda sa jhukaya. “Yeh diagnosis hai?”

“Nahi,” Raghav ne kaha. “Warning hai.”

Is baar Arnav sach mein muskuraya—but woh muskaan thandi thi. Shukr guzaar. Samarpit.

“Tum hamesha mujhe bachane ki koshish karte ho,” Arnav ne kaha. “Isiliye main tum par bharosa karta hoon.”

Raghav ne uski taraf dekha, aankhon mein seedhi chinta.

“Bharosa ka matlab yeh nahi hota ki main jhooth bolun,” usne kaha. “Sach batao—kya tumne khud ko nuksaan pahunchane ke baare mein socha hai?”

Arnav ruk gaya.

“Nahi,” usne kaha. Phir ek pal baad, dheere se joda, “Khud ko nahi.”

Kamra jaise aur chhota ho gaya.

“Arnav,” Raghav ki awaaz sakht ho gayi.

“Woh nahi chahegi,” Arnav ne shaant rehkar kaha. “Use waste pasand nahi. Dard ka matlab hona chahiye.”

Raghav do kadam mein uske saamne aa khada hua. “Tum theek nahi ho,” usne kaha. “Aur main ab isse ignore nahi kar sakta.”

Arnav ne upar dekha. Uski aankhon mein aansu nahi the—sirf ek tez chamak.

“Woh mera intezaar kar rahi hai,” usne kaha. “Hamesha karti hai. Bilkul meri tarah.”

Raghav ki reedh mein thand si daud gayi.

“Woh kahan hai?” usne poocha.

Arnav dheere se khada hua, apni shirt ko seedha karta hua—jaise kisi ibadat ke liye tayaar ho.

“Har jagah,” usne kaha. “Aur kahin bhi jahan tum pahunch sako.”

Darwaaze par haath rakh kar woh ruk gaya.

“Oh Raghav,” usne peeche mud kar kaha,
“Yeh sirf shuruaat ka sukoon hai.”

Phir woh chala gaya.

Ghadi phir bhi chalti rahi.

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(word count ≈900–1000 words)

stay tunned for next updates

So let's start the review
Yeh episode shuru se hi ek heavy feeling create karta hai. Clinic ka normal sa scene hone ke baad bhi andar ka tension clearly feel hota hai. Hame lagta hai ki yeh sirf therapy session nahi, balki Arnav ke dimaag ke andar jhaankne jaisa hai.

Arnav ka character kaafi deep aur thoda disturbing hai. Woh zyada bolta nahi, par jo bolta hai woh seedha lagta hai. Uska pain aur obsession dono saath-saath dikhta hai, isliye ham confuse ho jaata hai- use samjhe ya usse dare.

Dr. Raghav ka role simple par strong hai. Woh sirf doctor nahi, balki ek concerned insaan lagta hai jo sach bolne se darta nahi. Dono ke beech ka conversation story ko aur zyada intense bana deta hai.

Anamika zyada appear nahi karti, phir bhi poori story mein uski presence mehsoos hoti rehti hai. Yeh cheez episode ko aur dark bana deti hai.
Overall, writing clean hai, dialogues meaningful hain... That dialogue

“Yeh sirf shuruaat ka sukoon hai.”

Episode 1 ne kaafi strong foundation set kar diya hai. Ab expectations high ho chuki hain.
Next episode ka wait rahega aur haa index bana logi to acha rahega...
Good luck Ragvi

 

[RagVi Singh]

Sasuri ka pata nahi sab uper uper se gya jaise virgin ladki ho
Jo bhi tha

Hinglish me hi likha hai read again

Aage or update deti rahna

Thnks keep supporting

 

[RagVi Singh]

So let's start the review
Yeh episode shuru se hi ek heavy feeling create karta hai. Clinic ka normal sa scene hone ke baad bhi andar ka tension clearly feel hota hai. Hame lagta hai ki yeh sirf therapy session nahi, balki Arnav ke dimaag ke andar jhaankne jaisa hai.

Arnav ka character kaafi deep aur thoda disturbing hai. Woh zyada bolta nahi, par jo bolta hai woh seedha lagta hai. Uska pain aur obsession dono saath-saath dikhta hai, isliye ham confuse ho jaata hai- use samjhe ya usse dare.

More unfolds later in upcoming updates

Dr. Raghav ka role simple par strong hai. Woh sirf doctor nahi, balki ek concerned insaan lagta hai jo sach bolne se darta nahi. Dono ke beech ka conversation story ko aur zyada intense bana deta hai.

Raghav is true friend of him

Anamika zyada appear nahi karti, phir bhi poori story mein uski presence mehsoos hoti rehti hai. Yeh cheez episode ko aur dark bana deti hai.
Overall, writing clean hai, dialogues meaningful hain... That dialogue

Wait for her appearance

“Yeh sirf shuruaat ka sukoon hai.”

Episode 1 ne kaafi strong foundation set kar diya hai. Ab expectations high ho chuki hain.
Next episode ka wait rahega aur haa index bana logi to acha rahega...
Good luck Ragvi

Thnks a lot
Keep supporting

 

[miss Anita]

Nice one

 

[RagVi Singh]

Nice one

 

[rhyme_boy]

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Episode 1: And it started​

Clinic ka kamra zyada bada nahi tha, par hawa mein ek ajeeb sa bojh tha. Safed deewaron par lage purane certificates, bookshelf mein pade medical journals, aur ek halki si antiseptic ki smell—sab kuch normal hona chahiye tha. Phir bhi, Arnav ko lag raha tha jaise woh kisi interrogation room mein baitha ho.

Woh leather couch ke kone par baitha tha, seedha, bilkul controlled. Haath ghutnon par rakhe hue, ungliyan aapas mein judi hui—jaise agar thoda bhi hil gaya, toh kuch toot jayega. Diwaar par lagi ghadi ki tick-tick awaaz uske kaano mein chub rahi thi. Har second usse yaad dila raha tha ki waqt chal raha hai… aur woh nahi.

Samne kursi par Dr. Raghav Mehra baitha tha. Usne apna white coat nahi pehna tha. Aaj woh doctor se zyada dost lag raha tha. Glasses naak par the, stethoscope desk par pada hua—jaise jaan bujhkar door rakha ho.

Raghav ne Arnav ko dekha, poori tarah se.

“Phir se neend nahi aayi?” Raghav ne dheere se poocha.

Arnav ne turant jawaab nahi diya. Uski nazar zameen par thi, marble floor ke patterns ko follow karte hue, jaise wahan koi kahani chhupi ho.

“Neend… bekaar lagti hai,” Arnav ne finally kaha. “Jaise aag ke beech aankh jhapkana.”

Raghav ka chehra sakht ho gaya, par awaaz shaant rakhi.

“Tum weight lose kar rahe ho. Pulse unstable hai. Aur tum logon se kat rahe ho.”

Arnav ke hothon par ek halki si movement hui—muskaan nahi, correction.

“Main logon se kat nahi raha,” usne kaha. “Mujhe unki zarurat nahi rahi.”

Yeh sunte hi Raghav seedha baith gaya.

“Arnav,” usne kaha, doctor wali formality chhod kar, “tum yahan isliye aaye ho kyunki tumne mujhe bulaya. Ab aise band mat ho jao.”

Kuch seconds ke liye laga Arnav hans padega. Par hasi nahi aayi. Sirf ek thaka hua sa exhale.

“Main madad maangne nahi aaya,” Arnav ne kaha. “Bas chahata hoon koi sune.”

Kamre mein khamoshi fail gayi.

Raghav ne gehri saans li. “Theek hai. Main sun raha hoon.”

Arnav ne apna sir couch ke backrest par tika diya aur chhat ki taraf dekhne laga. Safed paint mein ek patli si darar thi—bilkul kisi purane zakhm ki tarah.

“Woh har jagah hai,” Arnav ne dheere se kaha.

Raghav ne naam poocha nahi. Usse pata tha.

“Anamika?” usne kaha.

Arnav ki aankhen band ho gayi.

“Woh kamre mein ho, na ho—farq nahi padta,” Arnav bolta raha. “Woh khaali jagahon mein rehti hai. Jo lamhe chup hote hain… wahi uska ghar hai.”

“Yeh normal nahi hai,” Raghav ne sambhal kar kaha.

Arnav halki si hasi hansa—jaise apni hi baat par sharminda ho.

“Pyaar kab normal hota hai?” usne poocha. “Woh toh consume karne ke liye hota hai. Log bas zinda rehne ke liye use ‘healthy’ bol dete hain.”

Raghav ne notepad uthaya, par zyada kuch likha nahi.

“Yeh kab se shuru hua?” usne poocha. “Yeh intensity. Yeh fixation.”

Arnav ki ungliyan dheere dheere mutthi ban gayi.

“Shuru se,” usne kaha. “Hum dono hi shaant the. Observe karne wale. Jo baaki log ignore kar dete the, hum notice karte the. Isi liye hum ek dusre ko pehchaan paaye.”

“Pehchaan… ya apni hi parchhai dekh li?” Raghav ne poocha.

Yeh sawaal Arnav ke andar tak chala gaya.

Usne aankhen kholi aur pehli baar Raghav ki taraf dekha. Uski aankhon mein thakaan thi, par saath hi ek khatarnaak si clarity.

“Usne mujhe dekha,” Arnav ne kaha. “Woh version nahi jo main duniya ko dikhata hoon. Woh bhookh jo main chhupa ke rakhta hoon. Aur woh dari nahi.”

Raghav ne halki si saans li. “Aur tumne usmein kya dekha?”

Arnav ki awaaz aur dheemi ho gayi.

“Wahi khaali pan,” usne kaha. “Bas uska khaali pan muskuraata tha.”

Ghadi ki awaaz aur tez lagne lagi.

Raghav uth kar khidki ke paas gaya, blinds ko adjust karne ka drama karta hua, taaki apne thoughts ko sambhal sake.

“Arnav,” usne bina palte kaha, “obsession aksar connection jaisa lagta hai jab insaan khud ke saath akela rehne se darta hai.”

Arnav ne sir thoda sa jhukaya. “Yeh diagnosis hai?”

“Nahi,” Raghav ne kaha. “Warning hai.”

Is baar Arnav sach mein muskuraya—but woh muskaan thandi thi. Shukr guzaar. Samarpit.

“Tum hamesha mujhe bachane ki koshish karte ho,” Arnav ne kaha. “Isiliye main tum par bharosa karta hoon.”

Raghav ne uski taraf dekha, aankhon mein seedhi chinta.

“Bharosa ka matlab yeh nahi hota ki main jhooth bolun,” usne kaha. “Sach batao—kya tumne khud ko nuksaan pahunchane ke baare mein socha hai?”

Arnav ruk gaya.

“Nahi,” usne kaha. Phir ek pal baad, dheere se joda, “Khud ko nahi.”

Kamra jaise aur chhota ho gaya.

“Arnav,” Raghav ki awaaz sakht ho gayi.

“Woh nahi chahegi,” Arnav ne shaant rehkar kaha. “Use waste pasand nahi. Dard ka matlab hona chahiye.”

Raghav do kadam mein uske saamne aa khada hua. “Tum theek nahi ho,” usne kaha. “Aur main ab isse ignore nahi kar sakta.”

Arnav ne upar dekha. Uski aankhon mein aansu nahi the—sirf ek tez chamak.

“Woh mera intezaar kar rahi hai,” usne kaha. “Hamesha karti hai. Bilkul meri tarah.”

Raghav ki reedh mein thand si daud gayi.

“Woh kahan hai?” usne poocha.

Arnav dheere se khada hua, apni shirt ko seedha karta hua—jaise kisi ibadat ke liye tayaar ho.

“Har jagah,” usne kaha. “Aur kahin bhi jahan tum pahunch sako.”

Darwaaze par haath rakh kar woh ruk gaya.

“Oh Raghav,” usne peeche mud kar kaha,
“Yeh sirf shuruaat ka sukoon hai.”

Phir woh chala gaya.

Ghadi phir bhi chalti rahi.

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(word count ≈900–1000 words)

stay tunned for next updates

Spine chilling episode... Ek kasak si hai is character mein... Good work Ragvi....

 

[RagVi Singh]

Spine chilling episode... Ek kasak si hai is character mein... Good work Ragvi....

Thnks
Keep supporting