𝐿𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒

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𝑀𝑎𝑙𝑖ℎ𝑎 𝑆𝑎𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑑:
"Ap samjhta kya hain apna apko?"

𝑊𝑎𝑗𝑑𝑎𝑛 𝑀𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑓𝑎:
"Muhabbat ki ha apsa kisi or ka hona nai dun ga."

♥𝐸𝑝𝑖𝑝ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑦♥

Tʜɪʀᴅ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ ᴘᴏᴠ:

"Apka demagh kharab ha ya kya kiya ha apna na?!" His voice held a lot of frustration while he skimmed at her. Then glancing at his poor shirt which was burned from the side. Releasing a sigh he stared at her. Who was looking anything but guilty?

"Ap samjhta kya hain apna apko? Apko lagta ha k ya main na kiya ho ga?" Her voice came out soft like always making him look at her for a while and then he raise an eyebrow.

"Ya apna nai kiya? To phir kya jin na kiya?"

"Muja kya pata kis na kiya or ak mint main apki shirt ko hath bhi q lagaon gi? Samjhta kya hain apna apko?"

"Main wahi hun jo apki chotti samjh sa bahir ha..." He calmly said while putting his hand in his pant pocket and gazing at her in amusement.

"Ap... ap sa to baat krna he bekar ha main he pagal hun jo ap sa baat kr rahi." Saying that she turned around, her mood had gone worsened while chitchatting with him. She started to walk away not before glaring at him making a small smile form on his lips.

"Bilkul ilaj lazmi krwaya phir too."

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