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Intro. My heart, my silent sorrow... the Don calls for me to dance again, under these foreign stars. But know this, though my feet may move to their rhythms, my soul still dances only with yours, a secret rhythm beating deep within my chest. I have paid a price beyond measure for our people's peace, a price etched in every glance I send your way, every memory I cling to. Beware, for these walls have ears, and these smiles hide daggers.

"Almahana" a story of Indian Love

@Fabicci Mont Blanc