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🌶️ Bangalore Shopping Gone Wild – Trial Room Confessions 🔥

  Main 29 saal ka founder hoon Bangalore mein (SaaS startup). Last Wednesday afternoon around 3 PM, main Indiranagar ke ek premium men’s clothing store gaya. Mall almost empty tha. Andar sirf manager Neha thi — 28 saal ki, tall, fair Punjabi girl with thick curvy figure. Tight white formal shirt aur black pencil skirt mein wo bohot attractive lag rahi thi. Wo muskuraate hue aayi aur boli, “Sir aaj dono salesgirls leave pe hain, sirf main hoon. Kya dhoondh rahe ho?” Maine blazers try karne ko kaha. Wo mujhe upar trial room le gayi. Har blazer ke saath wo andar aati, adjust karti, haath shoulders aur chest pe rakhti. Distance kam hota ja raha tha. Uske touches linger karne lage. Navy blue blazer try karte waqt uski body mere se touch ho rahi thi aur wo khud enjoy kar rahi thi. Last beige blazer ke time maine poocha, “Honestly, which colour makes me look the hottest?” Usne curtain fully close kiya aur whisper kiya, “Aaj pura week sirf main hi hoon… aur is area ke cameras bhi kaam n...
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BOY USED MY SISTER AND LEAVE HER, SHE IS SUFFERING FROM DEPRESSION AUDIO IS ALSO ATTACHED LISTEN CAREFULLY

So this is the story of one of my cousin. She was in a relationship with a guy, in the beginning he pretended to be a very good prsn. She always used to say no one is like him, he is the only piece live here. We used to tell her the real face of tht man. We evn tried to show her but she never listened us...

As the time passes he started demanding for a physicat relationship bt my sister wasn't ready for tht. He broke up with her. She cried a lot n insisted a lot to him that whatever he will say she will agree. After that again he demanded for a physicat relationship n this time if she will not create physicat relationship he will leave her so she agreed...

After being physical tht man changed his behavior n he started behaving like an animat. He used to abuse her. She accepted all of these behavior thinking he might will change someday bt day by day he became worse. He left my sister n she attempted sucide twice jst bcz she used to think who will accept her as she wasn't virgin...

She even called his mother n told her wht he has done with her but her mother was like u r lying. After attempting suicide she stopped talking to us, she stopped going anywhere. She locked herself in a dark room. She don't use to eat,sleep or smile...

My motive is not like I need any sympathy for her from u all but it's jst be careful in this generation his family was involved his frnds was involved.

Loving someone is not wrong but make sure u choose a right one...

He just used her n never even ask her how is she doing. He was the first boy with whom she physical bcz she had a intention of marrying him. But he betrayed her. Most importantly His family were also involved...

Don't trust a guy blindly en if he introduces u to his family. Choose wisely otherwise u will suffer like my sister everyday. She still don't talk to uss. She don't eat daily. She used to sit with his items 24*7. He once gave her a teddy she used to bath tht teddy by telling he is my love. She is in consult of the psychiatrist but no recovery is till yet seen in her body. Be careful girlsss!!!!

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