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He’s online but doesn’t reply.
Vicky?
dun care Aanchal.
Vicky, please, you wanted me to wear it, and I want you to see it.
He goes offline.
For thirty minutes, I sit by the window of my room, wearing the bathrobe over the costume, waiting for his text, watching people of all ages, shapes and sizes at the pool.
He comes online again.
Vicky, I will only wear this for you, if you don’t see it jaan, what’s the point.
pls do watevr u feel like.
