montecyril – Page 124

I don’t want Prakash Saint Paul, I don’t want Prakash Saint Paul, I don’t want Prakash Saint Paul. I’ll shout from the rooftops that I don’t want him. And my shouts will resound across the universe

The more you checkmate, hijack, eat and treacherise; the more you bodygrab and bloodsuck, the more you will have to suffer for eternity. And what about your brothers and sisters and their families, who ate everybody’s money?

Prakash Saint Paul, from today, you have no lowda. I chopped your lowda off. I curse you to be a hijra for eternity

Prakash Saint Paul! Get fucked! Get lost! I will never forgive you! Even if I’m put in a mental asylum because of your evil treachery

I have always been alone, so alone! Standing up to all the treachery, evil, injustice, cruelty, punishment and crimes committed against me. And now they have taken up to forcefully physically confine and compromise me at the behest of that evil Prakash Saint Paul.

Shame on you Jashmina! Shame on you! I will never forgive you!

And may such destruction be on the ones who compromised me that they will rue their action against me for eternity!

Jashmina, please leave me alone from this day on. I don’t want any more of your hypocritical love and Delilah-treachery any more.

You evil Meena! Rot in Prakash’s poison for eternity. From this day on, I disown you for eternity.

I curse you Prakash Saint Paul, your brothers and sisters and their families, your ancestors and the entire Shetty clan to eternal rape, ruin, destruction and damnation. The curse of my eternal suffering at your hands and your treachery be on all of you, such that you will never be free of misery for eternity. Such shame and devastation be on you all that it will lead you all to eternal suicide.