The urge to get married and move in a 2bhk appartment with your partner share the same roof finally after all those hurdles and controlling the desires for eachother. The intimacy of being with them all the time yapping to them making them so happy justtt skksksksksskskksskskks . Cold breeze hitting from the balcony where you relax with them and have a hot cup of coffee with some cookies. Then to cook the dinner together and help eachother out . Ughhhhhhhhhhhhh the fucking voices the voices in my head that ask me to get married




















