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FICTION SERIES : HE AND SHE



She : What do you like the most about me ?
He : The speed at which you slurp your icecream bowl, your anxiety while running errands, your nervousness when there is a lot to do  and most of all, this wide eyed look which you are giving me right now.

Comments

PULKIT said…
an amazingly cute write up!
loved it to the core of my heart...
joejoseph said…
hahaha

your innocence and childish look

thanx ur posting

hopefully
Ria said…
ha ha so cute. :)
clueless said…
hehehe...innocence at its best :)
Scribbling Girl said…
cute :-) I just wrote a he and she fiction and i see this here i go awww :-)
well charged, humorous and expressive.
Anwesa said…
@Pulkit,
Thanks !
Anwesa said…
@Scribbling Girl,
Yes, I read yours too. Awesome post.
Anwesa said…
@The reader from Yemen,
Thanks !
brajmohan said…
I liked the way you finished the conversation :))
Anwesa said…
@brajmohan,
Thanks !

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