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ANANDH became ANANDHI ( part 3 )

Apram ne one time first night na enanu anubavichu paru da apram theriyum pombala life na enanu ЁЯдн


Anand : apdi ena irukum adhula ?


Sis : adhu kalyanam panna than theriyum veliya mapillai veetukaranga irukanga Anga poi ninuttu va mathathelam naan pakthukuren .


Anand um poi ninnan ponukku okay nu solitanga kalyanamum mudinjuthu.


Sis : first night na enanu ketika ulla poi paru di nu sirichita ready panni anupuna .


Mapillai : ullava di 


Anand : thayakathoda ulla ponan 


Mapillai : ne thayangatha ne paiyan nu enaku theriyum ana enaku pesanga Mela than asa enga veetula athunala periya sanda nalla velaAvangaluku pudicha mari ne ponnavum enaku pudicha mari paiyanavum ne iruka am so happy.



Anand ku ore shock.apram rendu perum milk saptanga .


Mapillai : seri va unaku penmai na mulusa enanu theriyanumnu asayam unga akka sonna vaa na katrennu bedla padukka vachu (mathathelam ЁЯдн☺️)


Adhutha naal morning la irunthu Anand avaruku avar aanmaikum adimai agitaan ipo rendu perum sendhu Anand oorla thiruvizha ku poranga . Anga poi ena nadakuthunu apram papom.



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Iron man said…
ЁЯСНЁЯП╗
19 October 2023 at 10:47
Iron man said…
ЁЯСНЁЯП╗ЁЯТл
21 October 2023 at 00:59
Anonymous said…
Naraiya photos add pannu. Innum naraiya stories eluthu. Very good ЁЯШК
22 October 2023 at 06:57
Anandhi said…
Thank you ЁЯСНЁЯШК
23 October 2023 at 01:11
Iron man said…
Konjam long story ya write pannunga
23 October 2023 at 05:08
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