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"Bare hee H for Harami log hain!" Muttering under her breath, she picked up her red lehenga, the heavy beads dangling together, as the sputtering noise of them hitting each other increased by the pace her each step fastened, passing by and pushing the crowd of people on her way. The heavily embroidered net dupatta on her head was freely hanging at her back all the way to her feet just like Rapunzel's long hair. She felt grateful that she had thrown away those pencil heels and picked up her brother's white joggers which turned out to be quite helpful in this marathon of hers.

"Kutton ki tarha peeche pare hue hain." Hiding behind the ticket station, she slid down the hard surface, heavily breathing. The heavy gold earrings had turned her ears red due to their weight, the large necklace covering her neck area had probably left it's mark there by now, as her wrists full of bangles and all five fingers filled with rings seemed to be getting annoying by each passing second. But she knew she could not throw these expensive set of jewels belonging to her mom who had entrusted them to her.

She had to look for the exit now. She had come all the way to Karachi, there was no turning back. If she was able to escape from those goons through the whole train ride, by hiding inside the blanket on those bunk beds, she could sneak out of here too somehow.

She was the mirchi ka patakha, Hoor Nawal after all.

"Wo rahi!" She snapped her head to the direction the voice came from, and to her dismay, it was one of those human dogs, pointing towards her while calling the other three of them.

"Ya Allah meri khair!" Stumbling on her lehenga, she got up to run but luck wasn't on her side this time as her dupatta had gotten stuck beside her with a huge screw, which had tilted outwards from the surface. The force pulled her backwards, as it slipped out of her hair pins, causing her silky black hair to stumble downwards from the high puff, while she landed straight on her butt.

The first goon had almost approached her by then, as she took off her shoe and threw it straight at his head with a blow. It hit him hard on his eye as he held his eye in pain and she took the chance to pull herself up and dragged the qeemti dupatta with her tearing it apart from the area it had screwed up in during the process.

She didn't have time to curse as she paced forward while tilting her head back, her hair strands covering her face, as she found the second goon two steps away from her. Pushing the chubby uncle who was making his way towards the station with a bag in his hand, she made sure he fell on top of the dog following her as she accomplished the goal easily.

"Sorry uncle jee!" She shouted while running as the uncle had fallen on his tummy on the pencil sized thug who was now struggling to get him off.

A train entered in the station as the loud noise caused the people to rush to get to their seats fast, while she took the advantage of the situation by mixing herself in the crowd of people, wrapping the heavy dupatta around herself. Her wandering eyes finally found the exit door as a huge hopeful sigh left her mouth. She just needs to make it out of this place and get lost anywhere in this huge city so they'll never be able to find her.

The burning rays of the hot sun still annoyed him to no end in his shades, as he was sitting inside his car with the A.C on. Who knew it would be so freaking hot in this city? Not him at all, who had landed in Pakistan two hours ago in his formal branded suit, the blue coat now thrown at the back of his car, the tie taken off and placed on the front seat, the first three buttons of his white shirt opened as his properly combed hair were now disheveled too as he ran another anxious hand through them.

Couldn't that assistant guy take the plane or some other mean of transport? Now he had to wait infront of the train station for him in this burning weather, to take those important Nationality papers. Since the station was quite huddled even from the outside, he had parked his car at a distance, a meter away, where there were no cars around, but he could clearly see the people exiting.

"For God's sake!" He hit the steering wheel with his hand, losing his patience. Turning on the bluetooth in his right ear, he dialled his number once again. Tapping his fingers on the steering wheel, he waited for the ringing to be answered, his eyes moving from looking outside the window to the front mirror from under his shades.

That's when suddenly, everything stopped for a moment. The tapping, the ringing, his eyes, and his breath.

Taking off his sunglasses, he stared at the red dressed bride, her hair swirling freely behind her as she ran holding her heavy dress from the sides, the large dupatta flowing and following behind her draped around her arms. She was beautiful, lucky him whoever's bride she was.

"Oh shit." His brows scrunched together as his eyes didn't budge anywhere else from her figure, "Is she a runaway bride?"

He noticed how she swivelled her head back again and again, her face worried with creased brows, she had only one shoe on too. Not realizing it himself, he found his hand opening the car door, the heat from outside taking away the cool atmosphere inside the car, as he stood outside the car now, looking at her approaching him.

Their eyes remained connected as she made her way to the opposite side of the car, his head and orbs following her. "Gaari mai betho!" She ordered and he obliged like a robot.

Wait what? He shut the car door as the reality dawned upon him. Turning himself towards the front seat, he found her sitting there, her hands on the dashboard, as she slightly bent forward, gazing towards the direction she had come from.

"Dekh kia rahe ho? Jaldi gaari start karo aur niklo yahan se." She gave him a look, while he stared at her in shock. Was this girl mad?

"Excuse me-?"

"Ya Allah!" She suddenly ducked down in the small space, as he got further surprised. Looking back at the front, he found some guys, looking like thugs, running out of the station.

Was she in some danger?

"Please please please...." She had her eyes closed, while her hands were clasped together close to her, as she begged for him to drive her away from there.

Starting off the engine, he swiftly reversed the car around while making sure those confused thugs weren't looking their way, as he raced away from the station, his bluetooth crushing under the car's tyre which had unknowingly fallen off his ear.

"Baal baal bach gai!" She loudly piped, hitting her hands on the dashboard causing loud clattering noises coming out from the contact of her rings and bangles, while sitting upright on the seat, as he slightly flinched.

"Itna tou mujhe kabhi meri gali ke bachon ne pakran pakrai khelte hue nahi bhagaya hoga kabhi." She groaned still almost out of breath, "Balke itna tou koi marathon mai bhi nahi bhaaga ho ga. Lekin mai bhi H for Hoor hu, aisa sabaq sikhaya hai mai ne." She continued babbling, "mai tou na kisi movie ki heroine ban sakti thi, wo scene shoot hota agar jab mai ne un gubloo uncle jee ko uss sooke kaante jese gunde pe giraya tha." She bragged.

He tried focusing on driving while trying to wrap the current situation around his head. Did he, by any chance, know this girl? Did they actually know each other because no sane person would actually sit in a car with an unknown person and start ranting about her life?

"Matlab jahilon ki tarha peeche par gae hain. Nahi karni mujhe uss budhay se shaadi. Mujhe abhi agay parhna hai, par nahi! Kisi ko yeh baat samajh hi nahi ati. Aur-" She paused, closing her eyes in annoyance.

"Arey!" She suddenly slapped a hand over her head as he silently kept observing her, getting more shocked by each passing second. "Mai apna introduction tou karana bhool hi gai."

Seriously? She just blurted out her name while boasting about her actions earlier, Hoor.

"Mai hu Hoor. Sab mujhe P for patakha kehte hain." She smiled, as she turned her head around to finally look at him. Almost surprising herself by his close up look, which was much more attractive and jaw dropping.

Yeh koi actor ya model hai kia? She gawked at him.

"Aur aap?" She asked when he still remained quiet. Bolna nahi ata?

"Why do you think I'll let you know my name?" He quirked a brow, giving her a glance. Is she stupid or what? Did she not learn not to trust any strangers? She literally jumped inside some random person's car and started spilling about herself? What if it was some bad guy who could take an advantage of her situation, and not him?

"Kyunke mai pooch rahi hun." She frowned at him as he rolled his eyes sighing heavily, and running a hand over his face. "Nahi batana tou na batao, itne nakhre kyun dikha rahe ho." Rolling her eyes as well, she sat back folding her arms as the bangles clanged with each other, further irritating her.

"I'm sorry, but do we know each other since childhood or something? Why are you talking so casually and informally with me?" He exhorted.

"Nahi tou. Shaid pichle janam mai milein hon." She giggled joking. "Isi liye abhi meri jaan bachai na...aapne, Mister formal."

"Hoor Sahiba. You do realize what circumstances you're in, and you shouldn't be trusting any random guy you just met so easily? Do you never think before speaking?" He almost further scolded her for having a big mouth, as she sulked. She really wasn't ready to accept her current circumstances and condition?

She pulled the dupatta from underneath her to properly cover herself with it, when she came across his tie on the seat. An idea popped up in her head as she started wrapping it around her arms on the bangles to cover them up and keep them in place.

"That's my tie. So you didn't even learn to not take other's belongings without permission." He nagged again as she hissed at him.

"Ajeeb! Chori tou nahi karne lagi, borrow kar rahi hu bass." She wrapped it around them, and then folded her arms, satisfied that they didn't cling together with the other ones. That's when she felt the tiredness on her neck and pain in the hanging ears. They had probably turned red by now.

"Aapke paas wo hai?" She started as he licked his lips, while searching for his lost bluetooth. "Wo kia?" He mumbled while going through the stuff, wondering the small thing had to be somewhere there. It seemed as if they knew each other since ages, and didn't just meet a while ago by how free and comfortable they were.

"Uh wo.....handkerchief." She clicked her fingers together, chiming. Can she not be so loud?

He got a hold of his coat from the backseat by extending his long arm back, and slowly placed it on her lap. She bit on her lip, taking out the handkerchief from it's front pocket and fully opening it placed it on the dashboard. Taking off her earrings one by one, and then the necklace, she tied them up in it securely while he gaped at her, almost chuckling at her antics.

Oh crap! He pushed the brake stopping the car with a sudden jolt on the side, as Hoor hugged her wrapped up treasure which almost slipped down, while she herself jolted forward. He grabbed his phone which was on silent as he had gotten five missed calls from the assistant.

"Banda bata ke brake lagata hai." She settled back glaring at him. Ignoring her remark once again, he called back putting the phone on his ear, as she massaged her ears, unbothered.

"Hello.... I'm sorry, I had to leave urgently due to some unwanted emergancy." He peeked at her from the corner of his eyes. "Can you deliver the papers to my house?...... Yes, thank you." After attending the call, he sighed in relief and clenching his jaw, turned around to confront the carefree bride sitting there. Finding him staring at her, she fluttered her dark brown eyes innocently, pulling her hair behind her ear. The mascara made her eye lashes look longer as they were curled upwards, the eye liner slightly smudged from the corner of her eyes, the red lipstick still as dark, her cheeks were light pink due to the blush on. She looked innocently devilish.

"Where do you want me to take you?" He questioned looking away from her, it was doing weird stuff to him.

"Apne ghar! Aur kahan?" She responded quickly, clapping her hands together.

"Are you kidding me? Why would I take you to my house?" He exclaimed at the excited girl, the same girl who was in danger being chased by some goons earlier and whose a runaway bride he just met a few moments ago in an emergency situation.

"Mere paas aur koi jaane ki jagah nahi hai." She pouted, saying as pitifully as possible, so he would melt and help her. And he did. That innocence and silliness did it as he drove the car towards his home, listening to her continuous and endless rants.

"Baki ke log kahan hain?" She entered the large two story house, gazing around the posh furniture which looked just new. He came back with a pair of slippers for her to wear as she gratefully smiled at his thoughtfulness, since she was in only one shoe.

"What do you mean?" He placed them on the floor, and turned to walk towards the open kitchen to get some water. He was back in this house after two years, yet nothing much had changed except for the new sofas his dad brought this month for the house because his son was going to live there for a few days.

"Matlab biwi waghaira nahi hai koi?" She added as he coughed at her absurd questions.

"Biwi waghaira se kia matlab hai apka mauhtarma?" Getting two glasses from the stand, he stood behind the counter to give her a straight look.

"Nahi matlab itne bare ghar mai akele tou nahi rehte hoge na." She tried clarifying walking towards the counter as well, while her hands moved around to gesture at how big the house was.

"Akela rehta hun." He stated, pouring the water, and hiding his amused smile looking at her changed expressions.

"Hain?" Her mouth and eyes remained open for some time as she digested the situation she had gotten herself into.

Haye rabba! Moun utha ke mai bhi aa gayi hu aik anjaan admi ke sath. Lafanga nikla tou?

She shook her head from any stupid thoughts, as he pushed the glass of water in her direction.

"Tou koi naukrani shaukrani tou rakhi hogi na." She further continued with the questions as he calmly replied,"Nahi."

"Tou kia khana khud banate ho? Safaiya bhi kar lete ho?" Her queries kept increasing as he gulped the glass of water, keeping his composure while pouring another glass for himself.

"Why are you so curious about my personal life? I'm just helping you because you were in a desperate need to escape from those thugs and I couldn't just watch that happening in my presence." He had to get some sense into this girl to not be so frank with just any stranger.

"Since you also got ur taang into my personal life, so itna haq tou banta hai na mera. Ab ghar le aye ho tou kuch curious sawalo ke jawab dete hue maut aa rahi hai?" She started with her ranting in her usual irritated style, as he hid his smile by gulping another glass of water. She really was something, he'd never met someone as talkative as her before.

Her roaming eyes found a few photo frames placed in the corner with a large family photo on the wall as she made her way towards those.

Getting closer to them, she gawked at each one of them. Most of them were his own photos, and she knew right away those places in the pictures weren't taken in Pakistan, but different countries, she'd seen those places in her college friend's phone. In one of them he stood in New York times square, while in one in front of the eiffel tower. He looked really cool though.

Chichora lagta tou nahi hai.

She held a picture frame, which had a pretty lady and a man, while he stood in their middle holding them by their shoulders. "Yeh kia ammi abbu-" She swivelled around to ask, as the frame slipped from her hand finding him standing right behind her. He jumped down to catch it on time, as she shrieked loudly.

"What the bloody hell-"

"Astaghfirullah! Moun pe gaaliyan de rahe ho!" She covered her ears as he stood up holding the frame safely, his ears still hurting due to her loud scream.

"Are you a dumbhead? I think you really need to go get a treatment for your brain or-"

"Theek hai. Pata lag gaya hai bahir se ae ho, ab zyada shokha hone ki zaroorat nahi hai mere saamne, Mister." She put her palm forward, stopping him from speaking any further, and made her way back to the counter, picking up her lehenga from the front, while the lower part got dragged on the floor behind her.

"Yahan koi bowl hoga?" She rounded it walking inside, "mai khudi dhoond leti hun." Opening the first cabinet, she found a bowl on the top. "Mil bhi gaya!" Jumping and taking it out after two tries, she placed it on the counter and set back the large dupatta on her shoulders. Then she started collecting her bangles inside it as he gave her a look of disbelief still standing with the frame. What was this girl? He knew one thing for sure, she's going to be a big trouble for him.

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/Author's Note\

Oh yes Mr.Dawood, you're so right!

This girl aka Hoor is going to be such a P for patakha and M for mirchi for ur B for boring life and we all are gonna love it!😼

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R y'all ready? Cuz I so am with utter excitment for this desi and extra mirchi-ful ride!

Drop down your reviews on the first chap in the comment section>>>

Also, I ain't promising fast updates cuz my laziness is taking a toll on me nowadays and my clumsiness with a tint of bad luck has been increasing lately;

long story short, my blind self who is half dead in the morning walked into a tree's branch hitting my eye into the thin stem really hard and I almost officially turned blind lol👀💀 but alhumdulillah, I went to the emergency and my inner eye was fine so I'm good now!

I iz 💪strong💪 so no worries lmao!💃

Look at me still updating with one eye cuz I wuv y'all sm🤧😩 Can't keep y'all waiting for long yk💞

(I wrote this chap earlier in a hurry so if there are any mistakes and if it ain't good enough, JUST DON'T MIND THEM!🙂)

Okay then, until the next update,

Take care🥀

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