Like the most of us I do like crimes. Otherwise Hollywood won’t make so many TV serial about it. But the common sense will know that it is not real. Crime is not about well build policemen or anorexic policewomen arrested ugly criminals. And it is also not about a hot inmate with a tattoo that magically disappears who knows how to escape beautifully. So I rather read or follow the true crimes. I am not reading it for the crime it self but I am questioning my self a lot about “Why people do what ...
Have you ever seen the reflection of your being in the eyes of your loves one? Has your loyalty infected their mind? Are they really immune to your love or is there just never enough evidence to prove it? There is a thin line between love and hate but for some it didn’t make any different. When heart started to suffer there is no one to blame as we will be the one who commit the crime by loving them and we become the victim by hoping it will be answered. This is a story about a woman ...
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