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It's soo good! Especially the part where he try to be little himself but because of the "samaj" he has to wear the "perfect aadmi" ka mask!
Bahut sundar 👍 🥀
It's soo good! Especially the part where he try to be little himself but because of the "samaj" he has to wear the "perfect aadmi" ka mask!
Damn bhai this is sooo good!
The way you show how small thing make so big difference special the so called "samaj" how much a it effect on one person! And complete change them!
How someone being even little empathy make the "samaj" question his/her existence!!
Bahut sundar🥀