(IT'S GONNA HAVE A LOT OF COUPLES)
In a village, where justice is scarce, a girl of 11 is married off due to a tragic misunderstanding.
Her 17-year-old husband, torn apart by his brother's murder, burdened by duty, becomes her unexpected protector...
Aagayi hu!! Ye gobi jaisa muu utha k wapis. Padhai toh ho nahi rahi toh socha yaha aake thodi (bk**) he karli jaaye. Yes, I said a bad word. Chordo yaar frustation level mera abhi milky Way se bahar chala gaya hai.
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"Koi sharam haya hai tum mai ya nahi?!" Saba's voice reverberated through the room, her frustration palpable as she addressed Qiswa, who seemed more interested in painting her nails than paying attention to her mother's words.
Ignoring her mother's scolding, Qiswa continued to focus on her nails, her attention fixed on the task at hand. However, her indifferent demeanor only served to further enrage Saba, who marched over and delivered a sharp smack to Qiswa's head, causing her to whine in discomfort as her freshly painted nails smudged slightly.
"Amma!! Kya hai yaar kyu pareshaan kar rakha hai?" Qiswa protested, her annoyance evident in her tone as she attempted to salvage her manicure. Yet, Saba's agitation only intensified, her frustration bubbling over.
"Ladki! Tumse kitni baar kaha hai maine Yazdaan se baat karo, usey apni taraf maayil karo. Tumhara hone waala shohar hai," Saba reiterated sternly, her voice laced with exasperation as she implored Qiswa to take her impending marriage seriously.
However, Qiswa remained defiant, rolling her eyes in response to her mother's admonition. "Maine pehle bhi aapse kaha tha, abhi bhi bata rahi hu, mai marr jaaungi lekin Yazdaan se shaadi nahi karungi," she declared adamantly, her resolve unwavering despite her mother's pleas.
Shocked by her daughter's stubbornness, Saba instinctively covered her mouth in disbelief, her gasp echoing her incredulity at Qiswa's defiance.
"Haaawww!! Kitni besharam ladki hai! Kyu bhyi?? Kya kami hai usme? Itna pyara toh hai!" Saba exclaimed, her disbelief evident as she confronted Qiswa's stubbornness, hoping to understand her daughter's reluctance to accept Yazdaan's proposal. Qiswa, however, remained unyielding, her expression conveying a mixture of defiance and indifference.
"Wahi toh baat hain Amma! Wo ek pyara sa bacha hai. Kyu mujhe uske gale baandh rahein hain aap log?" Qiswa retorted, her sarcasm cutting through the tension in the room as she challenged her mother's insistence on the marriage proposal. Saba's gasp of shock only served to fuel Qiswa's defiance further.
"Ladki toh kya 80 saal ka buddha dhundhe tumhare liye?" Saba's incredulous question hung in the air, highlighting the absurdity of Qiswa's reluctance to consider Yazdaan's proposal. Yet, Qiswa remained unfazed, her gaze fixed on her nails as she responded nonchalantly.
"80 saal ka buddha kon maang raha hai, par kam se kam daddy material toh ho..." Qiswa's words slipped out inadvertently, betraying her true thoughts on the matter. Saba's shock was palpable as she processed her daughter's unexpected remark.
"Kya material? Mai tumse tumhare hone wale shohar k baare mai puuch rahi hu aur tum kapdon k material bakk rahi ho!" Saba scolded, her frustration mounting as Qiswa's flippant attitude grated on her nerves. Qiswa sighed.
