"There was a sort of scuffling sound nearby, and Dimple opened her eyes, startled. An Indian boy about her age was gazing down at her with the weirdest, goofiest grin on his face. His straight, jet-black hair flopped onto his forehead.
“Hello, future wife,” he said, his voice bubbling with glee. “I can’t wait to get started on the rest of our lives!”"
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH I'M DYING BAHAHAHAHA
— Jan 06, 2018 01:14PM
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