𝙱𝚞𝚛𝚞𝚔 𝚢𝚐 𝙸𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚑

𝙺𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚔𝚊 𝙷𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚖 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚒 𝚔𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚖..

𝙺𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚔𝚊 𝙿𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚑 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚒 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚒.. 

𝙺𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚔𝚊 𝙼𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚑 𝚂𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚑 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚑.. 

𝙺𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚔𝚊 𝚁𝚒𝚊𝚔 𝙱𝚒𝚛𝚞 𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚑 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚜𝚞.. 

𝙰𝚔𝚞 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚑, 𝚔𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚔𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚔 𝚜𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚒 𝚜𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚗𝚢𝚊?? 

𝙻𝚊𝚕𝚞 𝚊𝚔𝚞 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚖.. 

𝙰𝚔𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚔 𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚒𝚔𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚗, 𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚔𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚖𝚞𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚓𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚢𝚊.. 

𝙷𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚖 𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚔 𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚊𝚍𝚒 𝚔𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚖, 𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚖 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚊𝚍𝚒 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚑 𝚔𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚔𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖 🖤

𝙿𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚑 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚒 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚒, 𝚋𝚞𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚔𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚊 𝚔𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚛, 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚗 𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚔 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚐 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚊𝚍𝚒 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚑🤍

𝙼𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚑 𝚋𝚞𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚑, 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚑 𝚜𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚊𝚍𝚒 𝚔𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚖 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚖❤

𝙳𝚊𝚗 𝚁𝚒𝚊𝚔 𝙱𝚒𝚛𝚞 𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚔 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚜𝚞, 𝚔𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚔𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚞𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚊𝚍𝚒 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚔 𝚔𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝙳𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚊 💙

𝙼𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚔𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚞𝚗𝚢𝚊𝚒 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐². 𝙰𝚔𝚞 𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚔 𝚋𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚔 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚊𝚍𝚒 𝚜𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚒 𝚢𝚐 𝚊𝚔𝚞 𝚖𝚊𝚞.. 

𝙼𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚔𝚊 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚑 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚊𝚍𝚒 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚒 💝