𝐌𝐘 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑, 𝐅𝐄𝐔𝐃𝐀𝐋 𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐃

CHAPTER ➊➏ • Sardar Slut Khan • Part : 1

"Bazaar ki hai.." He replied.
(She is from the bazaar)

"Aapki kya lagti hai.." She further questioned.
(What does she mean to you)

"Meri woh wahi lagti hai.. jo tum soch rahi ho. Mujhse kyu sun na hai. Bura lagega tumhe." Murtasim tried dodging the question and moved towards the wooden door.

She immediately pulled his arms and blocked his way and further said.." mujhe sun na hai.. mujhe bura nahi lagega."
(I want to know, I will not feel bad)

"Your nose is red, you have thinned your eyebrows, fisting your palms.. and this heavy breathing... Begum tumhe bohot bura lag raha hai... Infact rona bhi aa raha hai.. gussa bhi ho." Murtasim leaned on the nearby whitewashed wall and examined her every movement.
(You are feeling really bad. You might also cry. You are angry too)

"Mujhe bura lagega... My foot. I don't care about your affairs. You are clearly a privileged spoilt aristocratic brat." Nandani retorted.
(I will feel bad)

" Once upon a time, this privileged spoilt aristocratic brat meant a lot to you... Clearly those were the days.." Murtasim rebutted.

She held his forearms and pulled him towards her, "yes.. those were the days.. my best friend Murtasim was a man of character. Feudalism took him."

"Best friend Murtasim...?? clearly I lost the plot here. " Sardar Khan scoffed.

"Oh well you should have lost the plot. For me you lost the character too." Nandani replied clenching the iron barrier in the adjacent window.

"Itna gussa.." Sardar Khan pulled her hand. Her palm was red and sweaty. She was fuming in anger.
(This much anger)

"Bata kyu nahi rahe mujhe.." Nandani complained.
(Why aren't you telling me)

"Tumne sab bata dia.." Sardar Khan questioned.
(Did you tell me everything)

"Kya.." she countered.
(What)

"Rawalpindi itna zaruri kyu hai. You risked your life for it. You are using a fake identity to reach there. You don't have a husband there, neither you are Nazma Begum. Tell me.." He finally deadpanned his thoughts which were bothering him since many nights.
(Why is Rawalpindi this important)

"I would have told my best friend Murtasim. But I don't trust Lahore's Sardar Khan." Nandani looked straight towards him.

"Stop this best friend chant. He wasn't just your friend. " Murtasim was clearly pissed by the words games. And with a bang he pushed open the wooden door.

Nandani immediately ran and stood infront of the wooden wardrobe. The small room was dimly lit with a single window facing towards the woods. There was one single wooden bed and under that, was a silent Newton. He was lost, the food kept infront of him had dried.

"Tumhare kutte ko kya hua.." Murtasim asked looking at the lost dog.
(What happened to your dog)

"Usko kutta mat bolo..." Nandani retorted. She further called him kneeling down.." Newton dekho Baba kya bol rahe hain.."
( Don't call him dog. Newton look what dad is saying)

A lovestruck Newton remained aloof from his surrounding. He was wandering in his love Island with Gulabi by his side. But this pronouncement surprised Murtasim.

"Baba..? Aur tum mumma.. " He asked and turned looking at the silent Newton under the bed , "humari biology itni kharab toh nahi ho sakti.."
(I am father, you are mother. Our biology can't be this wrong)