Sooo! Hello!! Due to thissssssssssss Dnyanesh8 Number one bullshit boy! I mean mera bhaii iske wajhse yeh part aaj aa rha h! So thanks to him.. Enjoy..!!
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My fingertips scrubbed by stubble as I peered at the strangers. "Help?? Kaisi help?? "
"Plzz marry my sister. " Preeti blurted again and I chocked on my breath.
"Tum theek ho?? " Preeti inquired putting her hand on my shoulder.
"Are u out of ur mind?? Pagal ho kya?? " I screamed on her face.
She twitched, removing her hand from my shoulder. "Help us plzzz, marry naina..! " She pleaded.
I wasn't able to comprehend what the actual fuck was going on. A women was requesting me to marry her younger sister. Why?? Why would she want me to marry her younger sister?? What would be the reason?? How could I marring her sister could help them??
I dugged my fingers in my hairs. "Nhiiii!! Main nhi kr sakta"
"Plzzz sameer..." Preeti almost begged.
"Tum apne behn ki shadi ek ajnabi se kaise kr sakti ho?? "
"You are a good hearted person. Sameer, Maine dekha kis tarah tumne un chhote masum bachho ki madat ki unhe thand me marne se bachaya. Usse waqt mujhe ehsaas hogaya ki tumhe ho wo jisse allah ne bheja h humari madat krne ke liye, Yeh ek ishara h allah ka i truely believe" Preeti spoke softly.
I scoffed at the ridiculous women. " Heinn?? Kya tumhare allah ne aake tumhe yeh sab bola?? No way I was marrying some stranger, I mean marry..?? I hadn't given a thought to it.
"Koi aur dhundho apni chhoti behn ke liye, I don't want to fall in this mysterious mess"
Preeti pleaded " Sirf tum humari madat kr sakte ho, Sameer. Hum is shehr me kisiko nhi jante. Koi nhi h humara. Plz humari madat kro. "
It was Hard to watch a women beg before me. I ran a hand through my hair, try to analyze the situation. I had not planned to give second thought but suddenly I did " Tum kyun chahti ho ki main tumhari behn se shadi kru?? Tumhara kya preeti?? "
"Abhi ke liye to main tumhe bas itna keh sakti hu ki main chahti hu naina ki shadi ho jaye taki wo apne husband ke sath safe rhe. He will protect her. Aur agar baat meri kre to I think.. I'm eligible to look after myself I don't need a husband to protect me. Aur na hi meri shadi me koi dilchasbi h. " Preeti explained. It didn't seem she was lying. Because if she was I would have easily caught her.
"Kya tumne apne behn se pucha?? Kya wo shadi krna chahti h... Mujh..se.. Ya kisi aur se bhi??"
"Naina is innocent and an introvert. Wo itna masum hai ki usse lagta h sab dudh ke dhule h is duniya me." Preeti exhaled. "Dekho sameer, Main bas itna chahti hu meri behn ki shadi ho jaye aur wo khush rhe safe rhe bas. "
"And lastly Mr. Sameer Maheshwari, my sister is ready to marry uhh"
"Tumhare aur tumhari behn ke piche koun laga h??" My brows lifted up. I wasn't in the mood to stop questioning. I literally had transformed from an actor to a interviewer and enjoyed every sec of the change. Asking questions was much better than answering them. In my case, I have answered tons and tons of questions so I deserve this opportunity.
