Dard-E-Dozak Bhi Lutf-E-Jannat Bhi
Hayee Kya Cheez Hai Ye Mohabbat Bhi.

The only opponents Reacher truly feared were small whippy guys with fast hands and sharp blades.

En última instancia podría faltar pan, pero si no hay manzanas, entonces, por ejemplo, no hay nada de nada...

She didn't say goodbye. She set off up the street, dodging the pedestrians, walking fast. He watched her, waiting to see if she might look back. But of course she didn't. He knew she wouldn't. She wasn't the looking-back kind.

Written By Robert Harris

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