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Posted: 09 January 2011 at 10:56pm | IP Logged

Hey friends, how are you all? HugI hope you people are doing gud..Wel I m back to IF after a long time..n dats because of my surgery..now a days, I am bbusy in studies as I have my 12th boards on Feb-MarchDead But wat touched me the most is your prayers and wishes for which I was able to fight brain tumor! I am really grateful to you all for your love, affection that you showered upon me..I am really really thankful to Ashii dii (Aashizin), who made a beautiful welcome post for me and my sweet Pari (Bluefairy) for that wonderful VM...

Even after a long tym I am posting an OS..n this tym I dedicate this OS to all my IFian buddies, my friends, who always loved and supported me...

This is a SaJan OS, loosely based on Beauty and the Beast and Hunchback of Notredamme..Here Samrat is cursed to become a superhuman and Gunjan is forced to lead an unsuccessful married life with a greedy prince! 

Hope you ppl like this idea..please read further and let me know if you want the next part! Do comment guys! Love yu all!Hug

(Note: The first part is taken from ff.net and by one of my friend..I have her permission b4 posting..her name is Lea..I usually read her OS n FFs..this one touched me the most so I asked her permission to post it here..but the second part obviously be mine! Credit goes to Lea for the first part! Thanx to Zeeru fr reminding me to do so!Smile)



It had been a long, wet and uncomfortable night ' or it would have been uncomfortable to anyone else but him, to anyone who was not used to the life he was leading. He had passed the last day in the southern hills, enjoying the freedom and peace of the countryside after having rambled through the streets for days on end, where his creators were staying, not bothered for him!

 Cities had become an abhorrence to him ever since he had been forced to pass a considerable time in hell, lurking in the shadows, creeping through narrow, dirty streets to remain unseen at any cost, always tense and alert to follow... Such overcrowded places were hateful to him, where men assembled in closeness, even the lowest and most repulsive among them more or less accepted by their fellow citizens, whereas a being like him they would drive away without mercy.

So for one day he had dared to flee the town, to leave the abandoned, ruined house that had become his retreat during their stay. He had set off before dawn to avoid any encounter with early risers, had, at the usual quick pace of his, crossed the gentle hills outside, which, cut into irregular rectangles by the shapes of low drystone walls to separate fields from meadows and patches of woodland, were to the southwest, only a few miles from the town's borders, limited by a row of higher hills, untouched by farmers' hands except for some sheep scattered over their heather-grown flanks to graze. There he had for a full day enjoyed the sun again and the growing and living things he so cherished, until evening and rain had caught him unawares. Halfway back from the hills, he had decided to spend the rest of the night in a coppice that had promised a little shelter from the weather and had made his bed in the relative dryness beneath the panoply of interwoven branches.

But when he woke late that morning, he felt no pressure to return so quickly, for the weather had cleared up again, and the air was filled with the rich, earthy scent that always follows the rain, and with the sounds of the birds that had still not ceased to greet the sun although it had already climbed high in the sky, drying the dampness from the leaves and allowing still more flowery scents to saturate the air. He gave a yawn and stretched to chase the sleep-induced stiffness from his limbs. The leaves beneath him rustled when he turned and unwrapped from his cloak that, only moderately soaked, had kept him more or less dry during the night. 

He hung it over a branch to dry while he went to search for a well and something edible to make up his breakfast. At first, he found neither of it, but instead, meandering between the trees, discovered that the coppice, itself embraced by a stone wall, seemingly belonged to a large estate, forming a natural barrier between the park and the softly rolling hills outside, for soon the woodland that Sidhanted off the estate from the surrounding acres ended and a wide lawn stretched in front of him. He cautiously remained in the cover of the trees, watching out for any people who might be out and about, then bypassed the open area. 

The grass field slowly changed into carefully pruned parkland which, in turn, formed the immediate environs of a large, light-grey stone mansion. Intricate paths meandered between hedges of box-tree, yew and other bushes, feigning naturalness but getting more and more elaborate the closer they were to the manor. He could hear the sound of water close by, and when after a moment of hesitation he had made certain that really no-one was near, he left the coppice. A rippling fountain between climbing roses it was that had attracted his attention, and there he satisfied his thirst before he plunged back in the cover of the trees. But not without, in a longing gaze, taking in the view of the manor not far off, a symbol of consistency, of familiarity, a much-valued home to whoever lived here. Not long, he consoled himself. Patience...

He had not meant to, but he spent the rest of the morning in the coppice that surrounded the park. To his astonishment, the tenseness that had ruled his life during the past months and had concentrated during the time in town had vanished here in the open air.  There were few roads that would allow a coach to conveniently travel on, and he would find his creator again. One more day in these peaceful surroundings would not be too much... Sustenance he found very little in the close environs, but that did not bother him much; as his fare had never been plentiful, his body was used to the feeling of hunger and soon ceased to complain, appeased by a handful of hazelnuts and a few late raspberries. When he would return the following day, he would find plenty of fare along the way at this time of the year, for not only the numerous rowan trees bore fruit in plenty, but also many other shrubs. But this day the quietness of nature and the sweetness that seemed to be in the air were enough to satisfy him; they were what kept him from leaving and made him spend the hours in joyful idleness, indulging himself in the peacefulness of this sun-soaked day, dwelling on thoughts or, if they grew too disheartening, just enjoying the blooming life around him.

The butterfly slowly crossed the wide lawn that lay between the mansion at the far end of the park and this shady grove. Gently it fluttered from one of the many rosebushes to the next, delighting in the sweet smell and caressing the tender buds of the flowers that showed their full splendour in the sun of this bright afternoon, their petals embellishing the rich green of the bushes with bright spots of various, vivid colours. The butterfly plucked one of the fairest roses and adorned her dress with it, then slowly set forth to pursue her way towards the grove, not in a straight line, but playfully meandering between the blooming roses before she crossed the lawn. Often had he watched butterflies, those lovely little creatures that seemed to live only to show off their beauty, thus for a short time making the world seem a gentler place, even for one like him on whom no beauty had been bestowed. This woman was like one of them, the loosely flowing back of her yellow gown gently fluttering in the breeze, her eyes turned to the flowers that her hands gently touched and caressed. When she approached, he ducked back into the thickly growing fern and the dense foliage of the rhododendron bushes that had given him shelter during the rainy night and had so far hidden him from men's eyes. She passed not far from him, absentmindedly brushing the twigs of the shrubbery beside the path with one hand, and he held his breath. He could have touched her skirts if he had reached out for them. How easy it would be to take hold of her outstretched arm, frighten her by his looks and then let her pay for the abhorrence she would show, like that girl in Switzerland who he had used as a tool of his revenge. But then he had been furious, distressed by the revulsion everyone showed who saw him, bitterly disappointed because he had realised that what he desired most, to be loved or at least accepted by human society, would never be granted him.

No. His anger had cooled off by now. His creator had promised him a female like him to fill the painfully empty place in his heart, and this hope had calmed his rage. But the time until this dream should finally be fulfilled seemed endless to him. Months had passed, and it did not seem as if the task had already been taken up. His patience had been tried almost beyond bearing ever since the promise had been given, yet all he could do was trust and wait. And remain in hiding, hoping, watching the days pass by just like the humans that he shunned.

 Although not in many of them had he so quickly taken as lively an interest as in this woman, not only because of her beauty. Her behaviour filled him with sympathy, she seemed so gentle. Could someone who felt so tenderly towards nature not also come to bear the sight of someone like him? He immediately forbade himself to muse on this any longer. He had once hoped to find liking, had thought this hope to be a justified and reasonable one, considering his inborn kindliness and his endeavour to please, but it had been cruelly crushed, leaving his heart, filled with gentleness and warmth before, empty and cold. He gnashed his teeth in anguish at this memory. This had been the first time ever he had felt deep disappointment and, as a result, true rage. Perhaps once, in future, he hoped, he would be able to feel again the love and friendliness towards men that once had been his nature.

He forced his mind to return to the present. When he looked up again, the woman had sat down on a blanket spread on the ground underneath one of the trees, a little bundle beside her, and was deeply engaged in reading a book. He decided to watch her from his hiding place, for if he moved, she must hear him, and he did not want to frighten her. Rather did he wish she would stay as long as ever possible, to further enjoy her presence and the warm feeling it raised within him. So he remained where he was, silent, almost motionless, taking in every detail of her appearance. Her dress was adorned with lace and little silken flowers in plenty, as was the hat that she had now taken off and placed beside her. It was obvious that she was none of the peasants who lived around here, for every inch of her spoke of wealth and good living. She was pretty, as far as he could judge, with a fair face and graceful limbs. Her skin was pale and looked so soft, and her auburn hair was taken up at the back of her head, with a few ringlets coming down that caressed her neck whenever she moved. Every now and again she would stop reading and lean her head back against the stem of the tree, with closed eyes listening to the birds, or reflecting upon what she had been reading, he could not tell. After a short time she would take up her book again, often with a sigh, and recommence reading. One time she buried her face in her hand, and when she lifted her head he saw tears on her cheeks which she quickly dried with a corner of her neckkerchief, taking the neckcloth off then and putting it on the blanket beside her, together with the rose that had until then been placed at her bosom. She then produced from the little bundle some pie and ate a few bits of it, all without even looking up, still completely lost in her book.

And with the same devotion that she was showing in her reading did he watch her, forgetting everything around him. All that was important to him was this woman, beautiful, delicate, and so very close to him. Cautiously did his fingers part the twigs of the bushes to behold her more clearly, trying not to make the faintest sound. Every time she looked up, her gaze turned far away into another world, he froze and held his breath for fear she might suddenly have become suspicious of another person's presence, and only relaxed when she turned her eyes down at her book again. Then he would again devour her sweet looks with his eyes, would gently move a hand, feigning to caress this beautiful picture, would watch every minuscule detail in her appearance and movement to be able to remember it clearly after she had gone again, and delight in the memory of her sweetness also during the hours of the coming night. Watching, beholding other human beings' beauty and happiness was all that was allowed him, and from this he derived some sense of pleasure, albeit always mingled with regret that someone like him would, for obvious, cruel reasons, never be able to partake in those scenes he so enjoyed to watch and to dream himself into. Sometimes the regret outweighed the pleasure, and in those moments he cursed fate for having to lead this kind of life. At other times he succeeded in fleeing reality for a few moments, and then this memory would remain for some time, help him to fight the inevitable moments of utter despondency that sometimes clenched his heart with iron grasp. This moment was one of the latter, for although he knew he would never come any closer to her than he was now, this woman's very presence, her looks, her behaviour and her bearing, all amounted to an image that deeply touched him. Before, he had always admired women for their gentleness and beauty only, but here it was more, something he could not really name, but it enthralled him as nothing ever before had. And this feeling grew with every moment he spent watching her.

The woman closed her book and put it down. She would leave, would put an end to these wonderful hours he had so much enjoyed! But just when he had ended this thought, she changed her position a little, rearranged her skirts around her and lay down on the blanket. Again she recommenced reading, but not for long, she then let the volume sink on her breast and looked up into the leaf-veiled sky, dwelling on thoughts for some time. At last she closed her eyes, her head turned to one side, with one of her slender arms gracefully framing her face. When she had not moved for a considerable time, he began to wonder. Had she really fallen asleep? 

Although he knew that is was folly, that he should rather seize the moment and leave, unheard and unseen whilst she was sleeping, the same feeling took hold of him that had already forced him close to Justine when she had sought shelter from the rain that night long ago. He so longed to be near this woman. But this time, no malice dwelt in his heart. He would do her no harm, for sure, but to see from up close what so far he had only beheld from a distance was too tempting to resist. Slowly and carefully he moved, anxious to avoid any loud noise that might wake her, until at last he knelt by her side. With heavily beating heart he looked at her, at her face, peaceful and fair, at her chest that was lifting and lowering with calm breaths, then timidly raised a hand, hesitated. To touch her would probably be the most foolish thing to do... But how could he resist so sweet a temptation, he who had always been denied the experience of a gentle touch?

He could, albeit with effort. Instead, he indulged in this woman's closeness for some moments longer. One of her hands still secured the open book that, its cover up, lay on her stomach where the bodice of her dress was decorated with embroidery and yellow, silken ribbons, highlighted by little spots of sunlight that had found their way through the leaves. "The Sorrows of Young Werther", this was the book that seemingly had touched her to the quick and had been the cause of her many pensive looks. Slowly, so very cautiously he moved his hand above hers, as close as ever possible without actually touching and, by this sensation, startling her. He could feel the warmth of her hand, could imagine how it must feel to hold it, enfold it with his, gently, protectively, entwine his fingers with hers in a caressing gesture. Oh, if only a feeling creature like her would be granted him! If only one of her like would grace him with her favour. He would protect her, as such a gentle being deserved, would only show kindness to her, and in mutual affection they would render each other happy...

He struggled to suppress a sigh, forced himself not to make the faintest sound. His breath crossed his lips completely noiselessly, albeit his chest was filled with sorrow that this illusion would never come true unless eventually his reluctant creator would fulfill this wish. At last, throwing all caution overboard, he dared to run his fingertips over the lace frill along the neckline of the young woman's dress. She would not feel this touch, but to him it was a closeness hardly ever experienced, and it made excitement flood through his body which outweighed even the fear that she might suddenly awake. But she did not, not whilst he was there beside her, indulging in her fair looks, satiating his longing with ludicrous daydreams of someone like her by his side, and not when he had retreated to his hiding place again. Nevertheless he simply could not leave; instead, he waited patiently until she awoke again not much later, sat up with a dreamy gaze and, after another bite of her pie, went on reading just like before, unaffected by anything that might be going on around her. Thus time flew by for both of them, and only when daylight had nearly faded and a voice called for her from the park did she stop reading, seemingly unwilling to leave this peaceful spot.

"I am coming!" she cried, hurriedly arose and picked up the blanket, then sped back towards the palace without a further glance back. Something white remained where she had sat, and when he was sure she had left, he dared to leave his hiding place to approach the tree. Kneeling down, he picked up the neckkerchief she had forgotten, and from its loose folds fell the rose she had plucked. He picked up the flower as well and enjoyed the sweet scent of both, but only for an instant, then he found she had also left the larger part of her pie untouched in its wrapping and, not having eaten anything for the whole day, he set himself to devour what was left. But already after a few moments he started, for hurried feet approached ' so quickly that he found no time to hide.

She stopped short when, instead of finding her neckerchief lying under the old tree where she must have left it in her haste, she saw in the dim evening light the dark silhouette of a man kneeling there, and gave a low cry.

"Good God!" exclaimed she in the language of the country and turned to take flight, but tripped her heel in the seam of her lace and fell.

He was up in an instant, an alarmed look on his face. His first intention was to help her, but he dared not go near her lest she should see him in what little light there still was and become even more frightened. Oh, why could he not just show himself to prove that he meant her no harm! Instead, he retreated still further into the bushes.

"Restez! N'ayez pas peur!" he cried in a low voice and hoped she might understand French the instant he noticed that, in his haste to soothe her, he had spoken in his native language, although he had by now already acquired a basic knowledge of the English tongue.

And she understood him. Still half lying on the ground, propped on her elbows, she looked into his direction, shaking with fright but seemingly a little becalmed that the stranger had not come closer yet.

"Who are you? Are you one of the peasants?" she demanded after she had recovered from her shock, switching to flawless French. She received no answer, which made her feel uncomfortable though. 

"Do not even think of doing me harm," continued she therefore, trying to let her voice sound firm. 

"I only need cry for help and the park will be swarming with men to come to my aid!" 'She felt she was losing the courage she had taken only a few moments ago.

"Do not fear me, please!" He knew not what else to say, but he knew that the night gave him an advantage he might benefit from. So far only his looks had frightened people, never his words, his voice; this he had found out when he had tried to approach the cottagers who he had, foolishly, for so long seen as his dear friends. 

"I will not harm you, I never could'" He felt the woman relax, but only a little, and hastily kept talking, as if this could soothe her.

"Are you hurt?" he asked with some concern, as she still had not arisen.

"No, no I am not. I am perfectly alright. Your unexpected presence frightened me." As if to prove her words, she got back on her feet. "What are you doing on this property, anyway?"

He hesitated. What explanation could he give?

"I chanced upon a dry place among the trees last night. I did not mean to intrude... I take it that this is what you have come back for." He held up the neckkerchief she could see it and dropped it on the ground a little further away from him so she could pick it up without seeing him.

She stared at it, then her eyes tried to pierce the growing darkness in search for this man, but, to his advantage, vainly.

"And you really believe you could lure me any closer to your hiding place?" Despite her fear she was able to put some scorn into her words. 

"I am not that foolish! Declare yourself, who are you?"

A moment of silence followed before she heard the answer.

"Forgive me. You may think ill of me, for I am a stranger to you, but you have my word that I mean you no harm. My name is of no importance; I am simply someone who cherishes the sound of a fair voice such as yours. I have not heard gentle words for I do not know how long a time, and the eagerness for conversation emboldened me too much, or else you would never have noticed my presence."

These words, spoken with soft voice full of grief, made her hesitant what to do next. She had intended to run back to the house and get some strong men to search the garden for him who had so frightened her, but what he said, strange as it might be, woke her curiosity and sympathy, and instead of fleeing she stayed, albeit with pounding heart and with all her senses alert.

"This is the strangest story I have ever been told," she replied with obvious surprise at his open and truthful words. 

"And you are the strangest man I have ever met. Again, who are you?"

Moments of silence followed.

"Does this really matter?"

"Of course it does!" came her answer with surprised emphasis.

"I...," He frantically tried to find the right words, having nothing to tell her that counted among men, no descent, no profession, not even a name. "I come from France, actually," he finally answered for lack of any other concrete information, 

"but have been travelling for a long time now. I am going north, and by chance rested here for a day..." What else could he tell her? Not the truth, this was for sure. And who was he, anyway?

"Now that is a beginning," replied she. "France, that is quite some distance, I once passed through it on a voyage to Italy. You are a wanderer, then?"

"One could say so." Thank God, she seemed content with his answer.

"Have you' have you been here for long?" A suspicion arose within her.

"Ever since you came here this afternoon," he admitted truthfully. "I watched you while you were reading. I dared not leave, for fear of frightening you'"

"You did ' what?" she gasped.

 "That must have been more than four hours!" Had it not been night, he would have seen her blush when she remembered that, deeming herself alone, she had openly shown her feelings, her tears' And that she had surrendered to the languidness of this late summer day, unsuspecting that she could have been in dire danger ' that were, if this man had meant her harm. 

"You should be ashamed of yourself!" she flew at him, feeling the heat of embarrassment and anger flooding through her body. "You should have'"

"I did not want to frighten you. Moreover, I was touched to see someone feel the same way I did when I read this book."

She was perplexed, not only that from a considerable distance ' for there he must have dwelt, or else she would have noticed his presence ' he had managed to find out what she had been reading, but also that he had read that novel; that he could read at all.

"You have read 'Werther'?" she asked almost without thinking. 

"So you are educated! No peasant! Well, how should one of the countryfolk speak French anyway'" It was half spoken to herself.

"I read it some time ago, and it touched me deeply. It was the hopelessness that I could understand so well." His voice sounded sad when he remembered those halcyon days he had spent in his hovel behind the cottage, slowly discovering so many formerly unknown qualities, coming to know so many new impressions. When he had read this book, he had still deemed the family in the cottage could be persuaded to show kindness towards him if he could make them understand he was, despite his fear-inspiring appearance, a gentle and caring being, just like they themselves were.

"I have read it before," replied she, 

"but there are books that you want to read twice or even more often. And this one makes my heart grow just as heavy as when I read it for the first time'" She sighed. 

"Although, looking at it in a realistic way," she added with a calmer expression after she had taken a deep breath, 

"I cannot understand why a man should end his life just because he cannot get the love he desired. What is love anyway, after all, but an unreachable ideal?" She was astounded to hear a low groaning that faded into silence.

"Forgive me, have I said anything wrong? I did not intend to hurt you'"

"It is nothing," replied he, his voice hoarse with suppressed tears that her words had caused. "How should someone like you, beloved and beautiful, know the agony of desiring love ardently, and justly, I daresay, and yet it is denied, and will be forever, for there is neither justice nor clemency in this world. You do not know what it means to be repulsed and dejected by everyone you turn to, literally begging for one kind word, but always vainly!"

"I am sorry to hear that such ill befell you," she answered lowly, with audible sympathy. 

"You must have experienced a lot of dislike and disappointment to inspire such utter sadness as can I hear in your voice." 

After a short silence, which told him that his answer must have been most surprising to her, she spoke again, and this time her words were firm, hard, cold. 

"But oh, I know how it feels to be craving love vainly, believe me! God help me, I know it! For sure there is no woman in this world who is as unhappy as I am, unloved, unwanted, alone. My husband never liked me, I am not more than a  doll to add to his collection of beautiful possessions, like an object without a will of my own, without my own life,." 

Her voice almost broke with suppressed feelings, and the ire made way for sudden dispiritedness. 

"My life during the past three years has been a series of miserable days and tearful nights, but although I am too powerless to change anything, I at least refused to give in. For if I had, my story would most likely have ended just like this book. Though I do not know wherefrom I gathered even that little strength'" 

When she ended, she suppressed a sob, struggled to go on. 

"But strength seems to be waning, and despair will surely subdue me in the end ' what a sign of my spirit weakening at last, to tell all this to someone who has not even shown me his face yet. So do not speak to me of unanswered love, for I am caught in a prison till death do part me from this man'"

He was deeply touched by her words, but before he could answer, could tell her some words of deeply felt understanding and encouragement, she spun round when again someone called for her, then turned back towards the bushes. 

"I must leave. Please, forget what I said. I do not know what came over me'" She rushed and finally vanished

"I never will!" 

He was not sure whether she had heard his words, for she rushed off, leaving him behind with so many things unsaid. He had wanted to cheer her, hearten her to leave her sadness behind, had wanted to let her know that he could well understand how forlorn she must feel ' but too quickly had she departed. Gently he picked up the silken neckkerchief, sheer and lace-framed, that still was lying on the ground, and put it under his shirt where he also had stored the rose, lingered for a moment longer, looking into the direction where she had left so quickly, his heart palpitating. Never, never would he have anticipated such upsetting incidents when he had set foot on this estate, not knowing what pleasant excitement he was to experience there. But this one day had beset his heart with new hope. Not all met him with loathing, not all despised him ' that was, as long as he displayed only his qualities. But this woman had not fled him, she had talked to him in a way no-one else ever had. And there would come the day when one of her like would be by his side, showing love and acceptance unconditionally, no she would be by his side... With this thought he started walking. He should reach what he found right now..his life, his true love.. 


To be continued......

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Posted: 09 January 2011 at 11:11pm | IP Logged
re me first
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i am first first first ROFLROFLROFLROFLROFL
yayyy me..
okay controls xitement.. lemme read it again hun... n then will be back with big reply.. have always been a silent reader.. but today i am gonna give big reply Tongue
 
n welcum back hunTongue


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welocme back aditiHug
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Posted: 09 January 2011 at 11:43pm | IP Logged
OMGGGG!! I simply LOVED the concept additi....  Clap Day Dreaming  Day Dreaming  Thumbs Up   Beauutifuly written.. I have no words... Seriously... Clap Embarrassed  Please continue soon.. Embarrassed

Ans m soooo happy to see you BACK with a BANG! Cool  Hug    Hug  Take care of urself.. Hug

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res! WB! xDD

eh!:OOO m surprised coz i hv read this before on FF.Net :S


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Posted: 10 January 2011 at 12:38am | IP Logged
Originally posted by TheWandmaker

res! WB! xDD

eh!:OOO m surprised coz i hv read this before on FF.Net :S


yeah its by my frnd n i hav her permissn b4 posting..
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Posted: 10 January 2011 at 12:45am | IP Logged
Originally posted by Dr.Zombie

Originally posted by TheWandmaker

res! WB! xDD

eh!:OOO m surprised coz i hv read this before on FF.Net :S


yeah its by my frnd n i hav her permissn b4 posting..

ohh lol i got a mini heart attack here ROFLROFL

u shud hv mentioned in ur post!! i mean it lukd like u wrote this OS...

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Posted: 10 January 2011 at 12:49am | IP Logged
Originally posted by TheWandmaker

Originally posted by Dr.Zombie

Originally posted by TheWandmaker

res! WB! xDD

eh!:OOO m surprised coz i hv read this before on FF.Net :S


yeah its by my frnd n i hav her permissn b4 posting..

ohh lol i got a mini heart attack here ROFLROFL

u shud hv mentioned in ur post!! i mean it lukd like u wrote this OS...

O! sorry dear..I will make a note..if you want I will give you the adress of the author you can ask

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