"Mujhe jhelna mushkil hai nader," she said with a smile while her gaze was fixed on the table. ("It's difficult to tolerate me, Nader") "Main jhel lunga," I replied. ("I'll manage") She looked up towards me, then continued. "Mai khubsurat nahi hoon," she said. ("I'm not beautiful") "Mere liye behad khubsurat hoon...
He: If Loving is an art, I want you to be my Picasso Myra. Myra: No, you don't meant it. Tell me everything is a lie. You cannot love me. How can you say this to me when you love someone else ? He: How do I prove it you Myra ? Myra: Please don't this to me. Stop playing this love game. I tired of it. He held her hand...