Depends on how u cuddle TBH. If you just sit close together and hug them but don't touch inner body (chest, stomach, waist, hips , pelvis, thighs etc) its fine. If you do that then well its fucking gross. Im not implying that touching your siblings' stomach is incest ; its not. But cuddling with them for long periods of time is.

what are you saying?? It's not a national news ok. Don't say it again.. Aabi vo 15M people ka statement lana ha vo important ha

Ye sab to hota rehta hai isse hamara yuwa thodi bigad rha hai... yuwa to latent se bigad rha hai pehle latent band karte hai fir ye dekhenge (shayad)

When I spot a scam I purposely drag on the call and chat till they get completely fed up and stop responding.

Virgin Blossom!

Either direct to Uber or the EV cabs of Ohm at arrivals floor. Never take a shared cab or local cab operators who come soliciting.

Westernized.

Buy Ruosh or Alberto toressi, preferably leather sole.. a good leather shoe will adjust according to your feet.. There is one market near RK ashram marg they can sew the entire shoe according to you foot and preference


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Aa ബംഗാളികൾക് പോകാൻ ഒരു കേരളം ഉണ്ട് ivade ഉള്ളവര് ഈ പ്രസ്ഥാനം പൊളിഞ്ഞ engottum പോകാൻ ഇല്ല എന്ന് അറിഞ്ഞിട്ട് എങ്കിലും നല്ല രീതിയിൽ ഭരിച്ച് കൂടെ.

In Kashmir, they don't allow to speak, they directly kill. Therefore no cases.

Same in North East, Punjab.

And there Hindus are in minority.

Indian soap operas are pure brainrot.

Your car is tempting me to either buy it or steal it.

I miss the Ex Gen City cars

I'm very happy for religious people😁

The best way to learn is to start website and implement things. If you are newbie you need to follow the right people to learn.

Bro you been living under a rock or what? Did you know they also made scooters? The duro?

VPN hai to ghanta fark nahi padta

They should quit the 2W market and stick to making cars and tractors and stuff..

96 nit??

Pune has its fair share of eerie places, hidden in plain sight. I work the night shift, and my shift ends at 3:30 a.m.—a time when the city is at its quietest, yet somehow, the darkness feels alive.

I used to live near Ram Tekari railway tracks, close to the police quarters. A narrow, desolate lane connected my house to the main road. It was a strange place—lined with small, crumbling houses, most of them dark and silent. Only one streetlight flickered dimly, barely piercing through the thick canopy of overgrown trees. It felt like the lane belonged more to shadows than to people.

One night, as I rode my bike down that path, the silence was shattered by a piercing cry—a baby’s wail, raw and desperate. My blood turned to ice. The sound came from one of the abandoned houses, its windows shattered, its walls decayed with time. I didn’t stop. My instincts screamed at me to keep going, to leave that place behind.

But then a thought gripped me—what if there really was a baby? What if it needed help? The idea gnawed at my mind until my fear and conscience waged war against each other. Summoning every ounce of courage, I turned my bike around.

I flicked on my flashlight and moved cautiously toward the house. The cry continued, weak yet persistent, coming from behind the moss-covered wall. My heart pounded so hard I could hear it in my ears. I took a deep breath and, against every survival instinct, I stepped closer.

Then, with a rush of movement, something leaped out of the bushes. I stumbled back, my breath catching in my throat. A cat. A damn cat. Three tiny kittens peeked out from the darkness, their mewling almost identical to a baby’s wail. My legs felt like jelly, and I exhaled a shaky laugh.

But the relief was short-lived. As I turned to leave, I felt something—something unseen, something cold watching me from that abandoned house. I didn't dare look back. I rode home like a madman and, from that night on, I refused to leave the office until daylight.

For three months, I let the sun chase away the things that lurk in the dark.