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Wo bohot ghabra gayi thi. Rameez use itna ghoor ke dekh raha tha ke uski jaan uske halak main atki thi. Bechari Amal apni aap ko kos rahi thi. dil bohot tez dhadak raha tha. Usne tou mann main pehla kalma bhi padh liya tha.
"Aap hame aise kyu ghoor rahe hai? Hamne kya kiya hai?" Amal whined as she tries to escape from there but he caged her into the wall.
"Amal," He glared and her words stuck in her throat. She clutched her dupatta in her fist as she felt his hot breath curling against her.
Her lips wobbled when he leaned against her. He gently pushed away from her luscious brown hair to her other shoulder.
Her breath hitched when he wrapped his arms around her waist causing her to collide into his chest.
"Why would you do that?" Rameez whispered in her ear as his lips were caressing her earlobes.
"Isme hamari koi galati nahi hai. Allah ne husn diya hai aapko. Tou ladkiya to attract hongi. Aap ne hi sabko apna mahbub banaa diya apne husn se," Amal accused him and he raised his eyebrows.
"So you find me handsome?" He smirked.
"Zaahir hain. Ab hame jhoot bol kar jahanam main nahi jaana. You are handsome but not my type," she scoffed at the last sentence and he snorted.
"Then what's your type?" Rameez frowned at her words.
"Banda handsome ho. Dil ka accha ho. Namazi ho. Amir nahi rahega tou bhi chalega. Khadoos tou bilkul bhi na ho. Aur wo har baat main ghoore nahi aapki tarah," He scoffed at her words.
"Phir tou tumhe mere saath rahne ki aadat daal leni chahiye," He smirked and she raised her eyebrows.
"Itna gussa mat kara kariye aap. Koi apni ladki nahi dega aapko," Amal crossed her arms over her chest and explained to him in a soft tone.
"Koi chahiye bhi nahi," Rameez averted his gaze away as his jaw tightened.
"Hain? Zindagi bhar ko kuware rahne ka iraada hai. Umar nikal jaayegi na tou koi ladki nahi milegi. Phir sar pakad royenge aap," She tch and he scrunched his nose at her words.
"Shut up Amal. Itni fuzool baat tumhare dimaag main aati kaha se hain?" Rameez glared.
"Fuzool? Aap ko yeh sab fuzool lagta hai. Siyasat ke chakkar mein abhi tak aap kuware baithe hai. Mumani Jaan aapke liye itna pareshan hoti hai. Unhe bhi tou aapke baccho ko khilana hai. Hamari bhi tou khwaish hai aapke baccho ko khilane ki. Aapki shaadi main bohot mazaa karne ki. Maine tou mere bhatije ko bohot laad main rakhna hai. Aapko pata hai mujhe bacche bohot pasand hai. Aap jaldi se shaadi kar le aur settle ho jaaye. I am so excited about it. Ek aur baat, bacha karne main late mat karna. Waise bhi bohot waqt nikal gaya. I am tired of being the youngest one here," Amal pouted as she ranted about his family planning.
