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💘Captive in Love💘

... presenting to you our very first PrAja Modern Fiction collaboration. Here's the chapters. Let's go on a journey of friendship, love and attraction in a whole new way!



Painted By Hemakshi Khasgiwala



1. Captive in Love: Intro







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  1. plz update soon.................

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  2. This series is awesome...I am in love of it..Please update
    quickly..

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  4. THE COLLAB. OS IZ SO SPECTACULAR........ ITZ BEYOND AMAZIING..... JST LIKE UR OTHER STORIES...... LOVED IT TO THE CORE!!!!!!

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  5. I have read this story & completed it yesterday only & i have no words to describe my thoughts & emotions!!😍😍
    You both are my favorite writers as I have read Garima's story in IF and loved it!!!
    This is the only thing I could say right now😊😊
    Really really both of your stories are refreshing & takes away the tiredness of the day!!!
    Whenever I take a break from my study I read both of your stories!!!
    I hope you guys again come together & make one more story ☺☺

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    1. Hopefully we will write a story together again. 😍 thank you. Glad our stories refresh your mind. Do read the OS posted here too and give reviews!

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  6. Hey..!! Now that's what we call a stupendous SuRima..!!!!😍

    Such amazing stories you two give us to enjoy different concepts with your unique styles..!! Thoroughly enjoyed the Read...!!! Thanks for the sweet treat!!!😊

    Waiting for more such super collabs from you girls..!!!
    Do continue to spread the PrAja magic...!!!!😍😊

    MaDiee

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