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/Flashback\

"Haye mein marjawan!" She flipped her long braided black hair behind, sitting back on the bed, holding her head in between her hands. "Iss budhay se shaadi karwaein ge abba jaan meri?"

She pointed at the picture thrown beside her, with a man sitting with a rifle, his long mustache making him look scarier. He was her dad's age for God's sake, what was wrong with her abba? She knew he cared about his image as the part of their village's leaders, but that didn't mean he'd marry her off to one of his associates. She also knew he never really loved her as a daughter, the only reason she was living with respect at home was because she was a literate teacher for the village's children. If she were a son to him, she would've been kept on a takht posh by all of them. Just like her nikamma brother was.

Throwing all those thoughts away as always, she looked back at her mother. "Ammi jaan! Apko tou pata hai na mujhe aage parhna hai. Mujhe itni achi scholarship ki offer bhi mili hai, abba ko bolein na mujhe Lahore jaane dein." She said in a complaining tone, although she knew there was nothing much her mother could do except for begging her father and then getting ignored as usual.

Her mother was busy in taking out her jewellery as she gave her daughter a soft but defeated look and quietly walked out of the room, with a determined heart to do something for her daughter this time, instead of staying helpless.

Sighing, Hoor hugged her knees near her chest as the door opened with a loud thud revealing her good-for-nothing brother, Adrish.

"Tameez tou hai hi nahi iss gadhe mai!" Hoor threw daggers his way as he jumped on the bed, his eyes on the picture.

"Aik urti urti khabar mili hai mujhe." He raised his brows, while extending his upper body to grab the photo. "Tajammul chacha se tumhari shaadi ki." And he snorted holding onto the photo and examining it. "Pata nahi abba ko kia sooji, but jodi buri nahi hai. Set kar dein ge tumhe."

Hoor's rage rose upto it's peak as she could feel her nose and ears flaring up at his chill remarks. Snatching the photo from his hand, she tore it and crippling the pieces, threw it at his face. "Arey, Abba tou Tabassum taya se bhi baat karne wale the. Tumhe tou shukar karna chahiye wo nahi maane."

"Mein tumhara moun tor dungi agar aik aur lafz nikala tumne apni napaak zubaan se, Adi!" She pointed her forefinger directly infront of his face, with a warning look.

"Masla kia hai tumhara! Achi baat hai tumhari shaadi karwa rahe hain, meri jaan choote gi iss moun phat se!" He rolled on the bed, placing his hands under his head.

"Allah kare, tumhe koi saand jitni biwi mile!" Hoor gave him a furious look, kicking her leg which hit him on his arm.

"Mile sahi, patla hum khudi kar lein ge." Shifting his position to the side, he let his head on the pressure of his hand as the elbow supported it on the bed, with a teasing smirk on his face, knowing it will irk her more.

"Dafa ho jao yahan se!" Getting on her knees, she pushed him with full force as he ended up rolling down the bed. "Niklo bahir. Sarra hua anda!" Pushing him outside as they both threw colourful words towards each other, she shut the door.

Walking back to her bed, she let herself fall back on it with a sigh. Well, she was also too chill considering her situation. She wasn't thinking straight, her heart didn't feel any worry to actually properly think about any way out. But that did not mean she was ready to marry that budha. It was just her nature, to not stress about anything and always take a chill pill whatever the circumstances. But this was getting serious. Marriage. It's a huge thing, responsibility. Most of all, the person you're going to spend the rest of your life with, she could not even imagine living here. She wanted to run away.

Wanted. But she knew she couldn't. She had never even been allowed to step out of this village, where would she go? She so badly wanted to go to the university she got a scholarship offer from, she had secretly applied there with her friend, but her father had straight away forbidden her from studying any further. And now he dropped the bomb of her marriage on her, this wasn't fair.

She had decided to talk to her abba about it, but as she went to do so, she was attacked with the news of her marriage getting fixed in just two days. The whole village was informed with the invitation, while she was still in denial. Was there really no way out for her now?

Two days passed within a blink, and Hoor just slept and ran away to fulfil her dream to study in her dreams. Although, she had a sharp tongue which could make anyone go mute, but she wasn't a girl of action. She could beat people with words here, but when it came to saving herself from action, she didn't know what to do.

That was until her mother sprinted into her room when she had accepted her fate and was fully ready for the wedding in her red lehenga. She felt completely void of any emotions. Maybe, this was where she had to survive her whole life now. However, her mother's words ignited a new hope in her heart. "Hoor, yahan se bhaag jao. Go to Lahore, and fulfil your dreams."

She went speechless for some time, as different scenarios rushed into her mind if she ran away. What about the wedding? The villagers would throw stones at her dad. What about her mom? How will she handle him and answer him?

"Yeh Karachi ki train ka ticket hai. Kyunke tumhare abba ka shaq sab se pehle yahin jaein ga ke tum Lahore gai ho, isi liye tum yahan jao." She got some money out of her dupatta and handed it to her. "Inse kaam chala lena aur aik raat station pe ruk jana. Phir yeh mere gehne.." she looked at the gold necklace and earrings Hoor was wearing, "bech ke apni university mai guzara kar lena, aur kapre bhi khareed lena. Abhi unke saath bhaagna mushkil hoga." She pulled her into a tight embrace to hide her teary eyes as Hoor's lips wobbled feeling emotional. "Ammi jaan..."

"Mujhe maaf kar dena. Mai tumhaare liye aur kuch nahi kar saki..." Her mother cried out and separating herself from Hoor, caressed her cheeks. "Mujhe pata hai meri beti bohat himmat wali hai." Hoor nodded her head holding back her tears. "Adrish tumhe station tak le kar jae ga."

"Adi? Wo gadha mujhe guma ae ga!" Hoor sniffled, blinking away her teary eyes. "Hoor, yeh time nahi hai. Chup kar ke uske saath chali jaana." Her mother covered her up with a shall, as a knock on the window had them both whip their heads in it's direction.

It was Adrish as he moved his lips murmuring something while pointing at her to come fast. "Chalo, jaldi." Her mother pushed her towards the window, as Hoor placed a peck on her cheeks, whispering an 'I love you' and jumped out of the window, which wasn't much high, but her heels made her stumble on the ground as Adrish helped her out holding her lehenga.

"Ab chalo! Drame karne ka time nahi hai." He pulled her by her hand as she was busy fixing her shawl. Sneaking out from the yields, they safely made their way towards the station which wasn't far from their village.

"Jahil aurat! Pehle khayal nahi aya yeh pahar pehen ke kese bhaago gi?" He gave her an irritated glare while walking in her heels as she comfortably jumped up wearing his joggers now. "Tum chup chup ke kia meri heels mai modelling karte ho?" Hoor laughed as he really walked in those without tripping or losing balance like a pro. Noticing the people in the station giving funny looks to him, he hid his face, while nudging her with his elbow angrily. Hoor in return hit him really hard with her elbow as he stumbled to the side on an aunty who passed him a weird look top to bottom.

"Jangli insaan-" The loud horn of the train entering cut him off as it was time for her to finally go. She stick out her tongue at him, and with a wave of hand, she turned around to leave.

"Pari." He called her by this nickname after a long time as she turned around to be embraced into a brotherly hug by him. Although they might fight with each other all the time and he may act like he doesn't care about her, their love for each other was still there and she knew it. "Khayal rakhna apna." Patting her head lighly, he pulled back as she gave him a pout. "Tum bhi gadhe!" His nose scrunched up as he stepped back. "Aur mera phone number tou yaad hai na?" He motioned his hand near his ear to make sure she calls him to keep him and their mom updated.

Before she could reply, they both heard someone shout. "Yeh rahe dono. Pakro jaldi." Adrish knew very well these goons were sent by their dad and he probably had gotten to know of the escape already. "Tum bhaago jaldi. Mai inhe dekhta hun." He quickly covered her up changing his direction towards them, as Hoor made a run inside the train, her shawl falling off in a hurry. Hoping her brother and mom would stay safe and expecting to be taken to the destination she wished for safely too.

However, she saw her brother being beaten up by one of the goons from the window as the others got themselves inside the train. Covering her mouth so she doesn't scream at them, she watched her brother's head bleed due to the hit. She knew she couldn't save or help him. Getting inside the bed in the section she was in, she hid under the blanket, hugging herself like a ball. Everything would be okay. It always happens to be.

/Flashback ends\

Moving uncomfortably in her position, she fixed her dupatta back on her shoulder for the umpteenth time as it kept falling off. Narrating the story to him wasn't easy with him sitting right in front of her, with an attentive unwavering gaze on her, his hands clasped together with his elbows on his knees.

"That means you're still in danger." He stated as the goons had followed her all the way here and they knew she was in this city now. She meekly nodded looking down, as her hand once again moved up to pull the strands of her hair behind her ear, his eyes following her fingers, an action he had noticed to be her habit as she did it quite a lot.

"You said you've nowhere to go, right?" He moved his back on the couch, asking in deep thoughts. He had heard stories about these types of forced marriages happening in areas of Pakistan, but he didn't know he'll come across one like this too.

"Pehli baar ai hu idhar!" She responded with a frown. She clearly told him a while ago that she'd never been anywhere else other than her village.

"Fine." He got up, scratching his forehead with his thumb. "You can stay here until we find a safe escape for you."

We. She stared at him in awe. He was going to help her out. He said we. Getting up too, she clapped her hands together, with a grin. "Shukriya! Mujhe pata tha, shakal dekh ke hi ke bohat hi A for acha banda hai yeh!"

Shaking his head with an amused look, he guided her towards the guest room. The house was cleaned by the cleaners a day before his arrival and that's why everything was perfectly set. Hoor was annoyed at her dress and wanted to get rid of it soon, she had been wearing this for hours now! Following him inside, she examined the room in complete surprise. It had a large bed unlike her single bed at home, the wallpapers on the wall gave it a nice aesthetic look, as the blinds hid the glass window behind them. It had a couch and a comfortable table chair too. "Wah!"

"Make yourself comfortable." Not knowing what else to say, he was about to take his leave when she spoke again.

"Abhi bhi apna naam nahi batana, Mister Formal?" Hoor folded her arms, placing the bowl of her jewellery which had his packed handkerchief in it as well on the bed. She had been carrying it with her like the treasure it was safely.

He passed her a smile as she felt her heart flip at the sight. "Dawood. I'm Dawood, and I've just returned to Pakistan from the UK and you so very warmly welcomed me, Miss Hoor. Thank you." His tone wasn't sarcastic, but his words were as she gasped.

"Mujhe pata tha, yeh banda Pakistan ka lagta bhi nahi hai." Hoor loudly remarked, making him pull out a funny expression. "Aik minute. Tou train station pe kia kar rahe the? Mujhe lene ae the?" She joked, laughing.

"You wish?" He rolled his eyes suppressing another laugh, "I had to get some important papers. I'm here for some business matters and will go back soon." Shortly replying, he stood near the door.

"Acha." She scratched her head, messing her hair. "Phir aik aur favour karo ge?" Her question had him wonder already as to what it was now.

"Jee farmaiye?" He queried in urdu, as her heart did another flip at his sweet tone with that strong accent.

"Mujhe kapre milein ge? Wo mai itni jaldi mai bhaagi thi na, tou packing ka tou time tha nahi. Uper se yeh itna bhaari jora hai, mere se aadha wazan tou issi ka hoga." She continued rambling again, "Bass mai borrow kar rahi hu. Pakka unhe dho kar wapis kar ke jaun gi."

"Okay okay." He stopped her with an exasperated sigh. "Let me get something for you to wear. Calm down." Leaving the room quickly, he made his way towards his car to get his bags, while Hoor comfortably sat on the bed, her eyes roaming around the room still in awe.

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Switching on the large LCD, she plopped on the sofa in the over-sized black trousers which she had folded till her ankles, and the large grey T-shirt he had given her earlier. These clothes were hella comfortable and she wouldn't actually mind wearing these her whole life.

"Yes! Lag gaya." She turned the volume up, as her favourite show came up. Her day would be incomplete without watching this, and she would never sleep if she didn't watch one episode of this show.

"What the-" Dawood paused mid-ways as he uncovered his ear, and saw her sitting on the couch cross-legged, her full concentration on the television, which was blasting louder than the speakers.

"Tumhe ooncha sunai deta hai kia?" He had to almost shout for her to finally notice his presence and give him a nonchalant glance. "Lower the volume, for goodness sake!" On being ignored again, he paced forward to grab the remote from the table and put it on mute.

"Kia hai? Mujhe dekhne do sakoon se." She glared at him, trying to snatch back the remote.

"I hate this shor!" He pointed at the TV as she furrowed her brows, her lips in a thin line. "But I don't! I like watching it with full volume!"

"I feel like I'll turn deaf listening to this loud noise even from my room."

"So? I won't!"

"Can you not hear if it's on low or medium volume?"

"No!"

"Then don't watch it!"

"Haw haye! Ab hukam chalana hai ke yeh mera ghar hai tou tum TV bhi nahi dekh sakti apni marzi se. Yeh kia baat hui? Ab thora sa aur C for compromise kar lein ge, tou kia ho jae ga?" She complained.

"I'm freaking trying to work right now. So ap bhi agar thora sa C for compromise kar ke volume low kar lein?" He gave her a requesting look, still talking as respectfully.

Hoor bit on her lip, pulling her hair behind her ear as usual, his orbs following the action again. "Ab itne pyaar se request kar rahein hain tou theek hai." She sheepishly grinned while he chuckled at her shaking his head.

How funny, they were both strangers until the morning, and now they had both become a part of each other's life within a day. An interesting and understanding one, where they were ready to compromise for small things for each other.

It was finally late night as Hoor laid on the bed staring at the ceiling, wondering if her mom and brother would be okay. What if her dad did something bad in anger? Knowing him, he won't ever give up on finding her to dig her a grave and bury her alive for doing something as daring. She finally realized the reason she couldn't even think about running away on her own was because this fear was deeply imprinted in her heart and mind, and she couldn't ever think of defying him.

What if he finds her? Was she really even safe here? What about him, the person who saved her and gave her a shelter for now? She isn't putting his life at risk as well, right? She had a lot to overthink, but she chose to shut her brain as always and go into her dreamland which was much peaceful and beautiful then the reality.

Yawning, she licked her dry lips, as her dry mouth and throat begged for water. Rubbing her eyes, she sat up to look at the time. It's 8:00! Oh no, why didn't her mother wake her up today, she had to teach the students--

Her thoughts stopped midways gazing at her surrounding. She wasn't home. With a sad smile on her lips, she made her way outside the room, clipping her hair in a messy bun. Opening the fridge, and getting the coldest bottle, she started pouring it when she heard footsteps from the other door. He's already awake? She thought people woke up really late in abroad.

"Arey wah! Itni subah subah uth gae?" She asked with her half asleep eye-lids. It didn't take long for them to fully open and gawk at him when he made his way towards the counter as well, in his half-sleeves blue shirt, which was sticking to his well-built body, his hair half wet and falling on his eyes, and he was wearing shorts to complete his look. Did he take a half bath in water or was it sweat?

"Good morning to you too. I've been awake since six and just returned from the gym, aur ab apki subah ho gai mauhtarma." Getting a glass, he grabbed the water bottle from her hand as she stood there perplexed.

"Gym? Aate sath hi gym bhi join kar liya?" She raised her brows at him as he gulped down the glass, sitting on the counter chair.

"Of course. Exercising is a must for me to start off my morning." He pushed his hair behind with his hand, ruffling them slowly.

"Sahi ho gaya. Mai bhi kahun itna fit kese hai." She mumbled sipping on her water as the corner of his lips twitched upwards hearing her.

"Breakfast?" He asked her as she covered her yawn with a hand.

"Mai bana dun?" She asked back.

"Nah. I don't do breakfast. Serve yourself then. I hope cooking aati hai aapko?" He playfully asked making his way towards the sink to keep the glass there.

"Uh, itni buri bhi nahi hu..." She remembered how her mother always insulted her on her bad cooking skills whenever she would try following her orders.

"Do you want me to order something for you then?"

"Nahi! Mujhe bahar ka khana nahi pasand." She immediately denied the offer. Kabhi chakka ho ga tou hi na siwae gol gappon ke.

"O-kay. Then I'm going to leave for my office after freshening up. You can lock the doors and stay in." Nodding, he walked to his room as she ogled at his broad shoulders and back. Astaghfirullah!

Pulling the strings again, she amusingly watched as the blinds rolled up revealing the window and the garden's view, which was full of flowers. That wasn't what amused her, she had seen many pretty fields in her village, these blinds were the interesting thing. She then pulled them down, and giggled at the cool rhythm they followed.

The doorbell rang distracting her from her tiny act, as she heard the main door click open. He must've been back. She should go ask him about his day, but most importantly rant about hers because she had nobody else other then her own self to talk to today. Hopping her way outside, she saw him standing in the hall, the view making her pause in her track.

She watched as he had his phone attached to his ear, grasping it with his shoulder with the tilt of his head on it. Since his hands were busy in unbuttoning the cuffs of his black office shirt. Folding one of the sides, he started repeating the move on the other one, his arm veins now on display. His arm muscles were flexing causing his shirt to crease as he did the job calmly, the shirt tightening around them. His hair were disheveled, and the strands fell on his forehead, making him look extremely attractive. The top buttons of his shirt were undone, as he had loosened the tie around his neck. Hoor almost drooled over the view she was getting as she gulped evidently, and vigorously shook her head from left to right to get out of the trance.

Aye haye tauba! Khisakh tou nahi gai mai?

This guy's looks were no joke. They had been distracting her ever since the morning today. Making her way near the sofas, she sat on it, placing her leg over the other one, trying to act like a lady, which was very rare of her.

Noticing her presence, his brows fell together in a frown, as he saw her clothes. No, she did not invade into his closet and took out his favourite celine shirt to wear it! Definitely not!

Shutting the call, he stepped near to the sofa, staring at the shirt.

"Bare hee B for besharam hain aap tou!" She covered herself with her arms, passing him a glare. He quickly shifted his gaze to her dark brown ones.

"Are you borrowing this one too now?" He asked with clenched teeth, keeping his cool.

"Oh this?" She pointed at the shirt, then grinned widely. "Yes, I was just on a house tour and came across this shirt by accident- no no, by fate, and liked it so decided to borrow it too. You don't have any problem right?"

He looked at her amazed for a second. He didn't know she could speak english so fluently. She batted her eyelashes, as he again chose to C for compromise on this one too for her.

"Ahan." He settled on the sofa across hers. Slouching back, with his head placed on the top, he let out a tired sigh.

"Bhook lagi hai? Lunch tou karte honge na?" She asked in an obvious tone as he hummed, dragging his head up. "I cooked lunch for us! Let's eat then." She excitedly got up, as he gave her a surprised look. He had ordered food for them on his way though. Now what? What did she even cook though, there was nothing at home...

Staring at the Mc'Donalds bag and her home-made omelette since there was nothing else to make, she placed her hands on her waist. This burger ka bacha couldn't have told her earlier he was ordering food for them!

"How about we divide the food and eat it?" He nervously asked as her straight expressions weren't giving any good feelings right now. She snapped her eyes in his direction, and finally pouted as he gave her a jumpy smile. "What do you want to eat?" She quirked a brow at him, with an expectant look.

"I'll eat your hand-made food, madam!" He dragged the dining chair out for her as she sat on it with a proud smile. "Should I eat your ordered food then?"

"You should try eating this, I can assure you that it'll change your statement from the morning." He opened the bag, placing the burger pack and fries on the table, with a smile. "Let's see!" Rubbing her hands together, she couldn't hide her eagerness to try the new food.

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"Waah!" She eyed the office building with her mouth wide open. This city had quite large buildings. Her village didn't even have any two-story house though.

"Can we go now? I'm running late." He got her back to reality. She had forced him to take her to his office, since she had nothing to do at home all alone. She had already done a house tour, it would be boring to do that again. So here she was, getting what she wanted in her way.

He had even helped her in shopping a few pair of clothing for herself, the internal reason being, he didn't want any sneaky lizard taking a round of his wardrobe again. So right now, she was wearing a short navy blue kurti, with a shalwar, as the chiffon dupatta was draped on her shoulders, covering her front. She couldn't deny the fact that this guy was beautiful inside out and if it were someone else, they couldn't have handled her nagging. She really admired him for actually never losing his cool, since even her mother would scold her daily for being a complaining chatter box.

"Don't cause any troubles please." They stood by the lift waiting for it, as she was swivelling around in all directions to look around the place. "Mujhe aapne kia choti si bachi samjha hai?"

The lift opened at the exact time, as she clapped and jumped inside it pushing him to the side. "Mujhe hamesha se lift pe jaane ka barra shoq tha! Aaj mera yeh shoq bhi poora ho gaya." Still having her hands clasped together, she joyfully let out as he pressed their destination floor giving her a gladdened smile.

They were welcomed by his secretary as they walked out of the lift. "Flora, can you accompany her to your office today. She's a guest."

"Sure sir." Confused, Flora guided her to her office as he made his way into his, bidding her off with a reassuring nod. It was hard for Hoor to keep her mouth shut, so she opened it as soon as she stepped into her office.

"Flora? Tum yahan ki ho?" She curiously asked, as her looks definitely told she belonged here.

"Yes." She remained in her professional tone. Hoor's mouth went into an 'O' shape as she then checked out the office, which was definitely worth complimenting. The interior, the set, the furniture, everything was perfect. She loved this, she could definitely live here too. "Kia office hai!" Sitting on the bouncy sofa, her eyes showed a tint of fun as they found the half opened blinds on the window. They're here too!

"Uh, ma'am. Would you like some coffee or tea?" Flora asked as Hoor licked her lips, thinking. "Chai!"

"Okay ma'am." She left the room in a hurry as Hoor frowned, she was about to tell her not to call her ma'am like that. Looking around again, she made her way towards the window blinds, pulling them up with a playful smile. Her moment was again disturbed as Flora came back with the cup of tea and Hoor quickly pulled them back down as if caught in a wrong act, and hurriedly turned around, not knowing she was already behind her with the warm cup.

"Ow!" She pulled her hand back, as her dupatta and sleeve got stained with the hot tea, slightly burning her hand too.

"Oh my, I'm so sorry ma'am. I'm really sorry." Colours drained from her face as she grabbed some tissues to clean Hoor's hand while she looked at her in shock. Is she worried about her hand so much? "Please don't complain to Sir about me. I-"

"Oho, jhalli na ho tou." Hoor retreated her hand, rolling her eyes. Did she take her as a crybaby to go complain to him about her hand getting hurt?

"Washroom kahan hai?" She asked.

"It's in the left corner of the lobby." She pointed outside. "I'll take you."

"Nahi nahi. Mai khud chali jaun gi, you clean up this mess instead." Hoor pointed at the liquid on the floor, and made her way outside the office.

Her steps halted in front of the transparent glass wall which displayed his office, with him sitting with another young man, probably the same age as him, both looking serious while discussing. The man was wearing a fitted blazer above a light grey tee with jeans, his ash brown hair neatly combed, and his looks were no joke as well. Was he a model too?

"Mr. Kabani. I'm sure you've talked to our collaborator about this, I don't see the need to discuss on this topic all over again." Dawood spoke with utmost politeness as Kabani sat there with his arm stretched on the sofa's head.

"Why not? You wouldn't fix a new light bulb in a broken socket if you know it's going to be of no use." Shrugging his shoulder up, he spoke casually.

"Yes, you'd rather fix the socket and solve the problem." Dawood replied, feeling edgy. "And you aren't cooperating to do so, Mr. Kabani. We-"

"Nope!" He leapt forward, shaking his head and cutting him off. "I don't feel the need to have a partner to perform such an easy task. Give me one good reason why-"

"Oye!" He was also cut off by a loud female voice entering the room. "Aik bulb hi tou fix karna hai! Itne drame kyun kar rahe ho?" Hoor flipped her hair back, coming towards the couches they were seated on as Dawood's eyes widened in horror. What was she doing here, especially now?

"Why are you here? Please, stay quiet and leave, Hoor." He stood up, nearing her figure and murmured. But who said she would actually listen to someone once in her patakha mode?

"Apko nahi pata, aap bahir se aein hai na! Yeh jo aise deeth log hote hain na, inhe pyaar se koi baat samajh nahi ati." She spoke as loudly, so the man on the couch could also hear her and give her an entertained look.

"Oh really?" He also stood up from the sofa, quirking a brow at this outspoken girl.

"Jee, tum jaise acho acho ko seedha kar deti hun mai." Hoor pointed a forefinger his way, glaring at him. "Doosro ki achai ka faida nahi uthaate aese." If Dawood was being a nice person as always and not reacting to his casual attitude, she had to step in to fix this bandar.

"Aur yeh baat ab aap mujhe sikhaein gi?" He asked almost cracking up, while putting his hands in his jeans pockets. While Dawood rubbed a hand over his face, sighing and almost losing his mind. God, why him?

"Yaha pe koi bari wali khirki kyun nahi hai? Hoti na, tou tumhe yahi se neeche tapkana tha mai ne!" She scoffed folding her arms, and glancng back at the blinds which covered the window. Kabani gave her a fake scared look in return, turning his head back to look at the window too.

"Hoor." Dawood muttered while clenching his jaw, wanting to jump out of the window himself. Kabani cleared his throat, going back to an unamused look. "I'll take my leave then Mr. Dawood. It was a fun meeting today." Giving a glance to Hoor who in return gave him a pissed off glare, he left the room with an amazed smile on his lips.

"Kia hua!? Acha sabaq sikhaya hai na mai ne uss light bulb ko!" She proudly lifted up her chin, boasting. Dawood had his hands on the sofa's top behind him, while staring at the floor, zoned out. "Aise zameen ko ghoor rahe hain jaise yaha abhi koi ghadda khul jae ga."

"Kaash khul jae taake mai usmai tap jaun!" He groaned out as she gave him a confused look.

"Haww. Aapne kyun tapna hai?" She chided. He quickly shook his head, stepping towards the door, realizing he should follow his dealer instead of regretting all his life decision right now. "Kahan ja rahe-"

"Moun pe taala laga ke beth jao yahan please!" He whisper-yelled at her as she was left flabbergasted by his worried expressions. Did she do or say something wrong? No, not at all. Hoor is always right!

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/Author's Note\

What is this behaviour, Hooooor!!😂💀

Beechara Dawood😭🤧

Tapne laga tha 🕳️ mai!

Lmao!

For those who dk what tapna is, pls

🕳️ iss mai tap jaein, Hoor says so:)

Its basically "koodna" or to jump💀

The desiness of this story is killing me😭😂🤪

I told y'all, my desi mirchi Hoor is gonna have y'all ROFL!💁‍♀️😼

Umeed hai ap sab bhi yeh parh ke tap nahi gae bed se, mai almost tap gai thi likhte hue💀

Hoor be like: 👁️👄👁️

Yes, this chap was extra L000ng,

6k words🙂

So, I'm hoping you all enjoyed it and I made it up for the late update too🙊

Until the next update;

jo mai kabhi bhi tapka dungi ab🌝

(lmaooooo)

Take care🥀

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