"Wha.... Dayyan?" She was about to shout but then Dayyan's face came in sight

"Yeh Kya harqat Hai, choro mujhe," Dayyan close the door with his free hand while he was still holding Maya's hand

(What's this? leave my hand.)

"Aur na choru toh?" Teasingly he asked

(And if I don't then?)

"Dayyan choro mujhe main tumse gussa hoon," she told him

(Dayyan leave my hand I'm angry at you.)

"Maine Kya Kiya?" Putting both his hand on the wall caging her in his arms he asked

(What did I do?)

"Yeh Kya pehna hua Hai tumne?" She crossed her hand over her chest and turned her face other side not looking at him

(What are you wearing?)

"Kapda?" His brows furrowed in confusion

(Clothes?)

"Aur iska colour Kya Hai? Black. When I clearly told you to wear navy blue," pouting she said

(Which colour is black,)

"Yaar mom ne choose Kiya Hai.... Woh kehti Hain ki mujhpe black bohot achha lagta Hai,"

(Mom has choose this for me, she says that black looks good on me.)

"Dayyan tum har cheez apni mom ki pasand se karte ho, unki pasand ke hi kapde pehente ho agar tumhari mom ko main nahi pasand ayi toh?" She in-crossed her hands and seriously asked Dayyan

(You always do whatever your mother says what if she doesn't like me?)

"Kaisi baat Kar rahi ho tum mom ko kyu nahi pasand aogi, balki abhi thori derr pehle dad ne mujhe msg Kiya ki mom tumhare bare mein Khala se puch rahi Hain,"

(Why wouldn't she like you? In fact dad just texted me that Mom is asking Khala about you,)

"Sach?" Her face which was down for few minutes again got gleamed

(Really?)

"Sach! Aur kyu nahi puchengi woh Khala se? Tum lag hi rahi ho itni pyaari iss pink dress mein,"

(Really! And why wouldn't she? You are looking so beautiful,)

"Achha choro mujhe issey pehle koi ajaye," blushing she said

(Now leave me, what if someone come?)

"Lo chorr diya, lekin sirf filhal ke liye," he took his hand down

(Fine but only for now,)

"Dayyan!" She was about to left then again came telling him to lean down

When he leaned down, she touched his cheeks with hers and apply haldi on his cheeks

"Tum apni beard banwao," but his beard pierce her cheek she said

(Shave your beard,)

"Aur ab yeh mat kehna ki mom ko tumhari beard bohot pasand Hai is liye tum shave nahi karoge," before leaving she add

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