To Shahrukh Khan With Love

Dear Shahrukh Khan,

I love you from the time since I was little girl who didn't even know what love was.
I loved mimicking your dance in all the songs and felt like I was right beside you.
I loved you when you were Raj, Rahul, Aman, Mohan and Jehangir Khan.
I loved you and will always love you because your sarcasm is on point.
Here's a heartfelt note...because your favorite actor never gets old!

Love,
Susmita

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