Squadron Leader

Squadron

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“She is standing nearby.” “Viper is coming down.” “3 o’clock left.” “Woohoo!” “Rock and Roll!” “12 o’clock on the right.” “Come bugger Goddamit!” “I’m looking for you now” “Yeahooo!” “Look, I got it now.” “Come star. Keep coming. ”“ Woohoo! ”“ Come on baby. I’m waiting for you. ”“ She’s in your tail. ”“ Where is this guy going? ” You look beautiful. Roger that! ”“ Come, come, come! ”“ Stick to me. ” While the fighters landed their planes after a busy game session.One Hawks, One Jaguar and One Mirage. This is a real game. The real things Rohan did for fun. The dog fights. Every boy wanted to do things, but 1200 empty

Squadron Leader

the estimated population is 1.27 billion. Some have played it only in video games. Rohan was an idiot. Great patriotic. She is very brave and chivalrous. His valiant sword and famous weapons proved that. Some fly pasts to restart. He had beaten the best. He crossed his line and reached out each time to be where he was. In the creme ‘De La Crème’ of the Indian Air Force. Fighter for good. His journey began at the age of seventeen when he completed his NDA form at school and along with a few unwilling friends, he was the only one who succeeded. Not the first round, for the Army but second round for the IAF. And since then there has been no turning back. It was not fun in the early days! There were no dog fights. It was hard but, he chose to stay. Patience, to see the horizon that will lead the spirit hero on earth. His NDA days in Khandakwasla, Pune were by no means a hunky dory. Examination means cutting and proper installation of the uniform and if you had a thread in your uniform, you are gone forever. A rigg (punishment) as he called was given to you with pride. The 50 dips were one rigg and when his peers laughed, Riggs’ team up until each one arrived on time. Another alternative was a bag full of rocks on your back, and each time you staggered and moaned the back pocket became more and more difficult. His laughter was very addictive and shiny. His baritone is deep. He sounded like a radio jockey that sounded late into the night. He was a current trainer, trained to train pilots of various aircraft. He was strong too

it’s hard. He would tell Roger, if they woke up very late at night, until late at night, to talk to their girlfriends until dawn. They came to class asleep and on their knees. Our favorite character will not like you, this way. He loved his way. Boys at a time. Sleep well. Brave warriors. His collection. She was obviously a hot favorite of peers and female defenders alike. He received a lot of attention, and he really enjoyed it. Although, he did not want to marry a female officer, for reasons that might surprise you. They had broken their fists as a result of being beaten with sticks. It is not very feminine. The knuckles are broken. He liked soft women’s hands.The IAF police were also strong. The dips they got. Yes! Dips are also given to them, but a smaller dose than their male counterparts. By middle age they were gaining weight and the uniform was not as noticeable as it had been in the beginning, during their training days. This was Rohan’s explanation. He kept at it, though. Everyone knew, he wanted a good love story in the IAF. It comes from the sky, far from the power, somewhere. Elsewhere he could not say, but he was not, but that would not stop the girls from trying to seduce him. Sometimes he joked that his love story would start in the sky, pass over the earth and land on his plane.

‘He was a good man, could not explain well.’ He was ringing bells, and lightning flashes when he first saw him. There was something that his heart never stopped looking at. Eyes dark like charcoal, black hair with waves, carefully defined kajal and jhumkis to match. Yes and glasses! ‘With attractive eyes.’ Who would have thought that a prince could fall for a girl who looks good. However, our boy fell over. She photographed him well in her mind, to write us down and tell others, why, why no other girl has ever been able to knock on her heart. He knew his answer now, because it was going to happen to him. It is very beautiful, very beautiful, healthy and looks TECHNIQUE. Great enthusiasm for someone like him. She was not one of the college students who would fall for a girl, with long legs and legs dyed with face paint. He liked girls, they were very feminine. The girls were able to control themselves and for now, they could not look beyond him. He did not want to look at her. He was not happy, the women were lightly dressed, who looked like a fashion magazine. Anorexic type to say so. He had a bad heart and was crooked and thin. He loved her. What was he like. What was he. Who he was. Well, he had to get that little bit. Girls like her were lacking. She had arrived at the famous Bangalore store with her mother. The order ‘matka mishthi dahi,’ blinkedand paid for a direct change. His viewing area was beautiful. Suddenly, he saw a group of IAF girls sitting at a nearby table, where, surprised by their appearance and blazers, as well as a picture, he walked up to them and asked where they were from. As they talked, they exchanged pleasantries, along with the popular id of the social network.Our famous boy fainted for a while; still speaking. He was trying to paint a picture of how real he would be. Luckily he had found a way to approach her because he saw her writing something on a piece of paper. He was just watching her finish, sitting across the room, with a police officer working with him. After a brief conversation with a female air force police, she left

The sky was a dangerous gray smoke. It thunders and is as frightening as ever. Suddenly, lightning flashed across the sky as they began to fall in torrents. Rain would be his greatest joy in those days, while he was with her, living his whole life in love but right now, for the pilot, the rain meant nothing, or the hours of flight as a normal person. So his love life was over. As was the case with his health. He stood waiting to board the plane, taking her to the unknown Keralan waters where he was supposed to give the plane cover. Whether he will return or not. He did not know but wanted to play safely and come back. Only by himself. He was a good ‘5’8 “and very good at piloting a certain way. He and his plane were very good at it. The worker loved and loved him. He had arrived in Kerala from Bangalore and it had been an hour. Soon he would have to check the current situation and board his fighter jet and take flight later. .

that the area was full of enemy guards and there was no consolation for the arrival of a safe plane, but he had to leave. Both his work with him was incompatible. He was in danger between slipping out of the way and turning around quickly. So that he may return to him and not give up all he has in his land. Like a few other officers who could, but he was the best at the job. He could not betray his country. He had to do what he was known for! The best of. He was divided between work and love. Whether you take the easy way or not. Get out unharmed and return to Bangalore, or do your best. By not moving. Come, death, injury or more. There was no opportunity for procrastination. No scope for help.He chose the first. Although he didn’t want to. Though dark clouds still filled his head. It was as if they were going to stay. ‘What needs to be done should be done.’ He chose his career, as he boarded a plane and left the runway, at the military base. Hope he can come back. “Yes, I am ready. He smiled at the second in charge, as they both pointed fingers. ” Her smile never came to her eyes today

hShe was wearing a red tomato body top and a black harem trousers, most recently Kareena Kapoor with the same ballerinas. Kohl’s eyes are lined up with floral scents. The only thing he had were big oxidized hoops. He went downstairs to his apartment and waved good-bye to his aunt. He then dialed his phone number on his cellphone. “Hello,” he said. “Haan, here I am,” said a deep baritone on one side. “Kitna time lagega,” he said. “Five minutes,” he said. “All right, I’ll be waiting, ma’am.” She said.It was her boy charm or habit to talk to her like a wife I don’t know. No one else called her mother and she loved it so much. It took him fifteen minutes to drive a Bangalore car in the rain and he reached and was charged twice for the rain. “Illa maa!” “Nakallu more,” said the walking boy as he sighed as he paid him and went downstairs. He had chosen the “Kwality Big Bazaar,” a prominent meeting place for his college friends, to meet. It became famous for the Bihari dealer who sold “Pani Puri.” The disciples fill his place. A few yards across he could see his Navy blue IAF jacket. She had carefully washed her hair and stood out from the crowd. Well-polished shoes. She looked so beautiful. Above him, it was his work that fascinated him and the uniform no doubt helped him. As she approached, she could see that it was her perfume. Whatever it was, he was

Is that Rohan ?, ”he said with a familiar smile and a bright face, bright enough to raise a matchstick. “Yes, Rohan I’m here.” “So, you are waiting for me. Hello! ” “She was chatting about how she had begged him three weeks ago, on social media, to the internet, since they dumped him on a candy bar in Bangalore. So, at last he had arrived.When he sent her a letter and an invitation, earlier, on the internet he did not even understand what he was thinking. At first she was annoyed with the post, but soon thereafter, she checked her profile, and was led to a handsome young man, with an attractive profile. Whether he was a deceiver, or a deceiver, he did not know, someone was trying to trace him in order to obtain a ransom … the city was full of deceivers, but there were also sincere men. So he listened to his intuition, went on with wisdom and open eyes and Behold! He was right. “Your hard work ultimately succeeds. I am here, ”he said. “I’m already happy,” she said, pointing to her dog’s eyes. They were so beautiful. She thought. “Let’s go down this road and cross over to the next one on the road.” He said. “This is my place. I know you very well. ” When they cross, he thought, military pilots are much better at their job, and they are very humble. Direct to the public, too