Sara entered the Junaid Jamshed shop, Atif Aslam playing in the background. She walked around the stalls trying to find a kurta that suits her tastes, but nothing intrigued her yet. The price of the jora didn't matter to her. They were just mere numbers. She was a bigray baap ki bigri beti.
"May I help you?" A chichora asked her out of nowhere.
"Uhh... I'm good," Sara said, noticing his employee name tag which read "M. Hasnain".
Sara walked away to a separate stall. She rambled through the ugly clothes. She could not find anything.
"I'm still here if you need me," Hasnain called out from the counter.
Sara sighed, heading towards him for help.
Hasnain smirked.
"Soo, kya issue hai, dolly?" The tharki said.
Sara almost threw up from second hand embarrassment.
"I think the problem is in your sizing." She complained.
"Oh?'' Hasnain said, grabbing the measuring tape.
"Is it too small or... too big." He walked around her.
"Um... it's too big.'' Sara stated. She was getting nervous.
"That's fine, I know you can take it." He whispered in her ear.
Sara's eyes widened at the behudigi. She pushed him away.
"K-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-kya batameezi hai yeh?!?!?!?!" Sara was as red as a tomato.
"Relax karo, I'm only taking measurements." He came back.
Sara gave in, allowing him to measure her shoulders.
"14." He mumbled.
Sara shut her eyeballs as she felt him measure her hot kamar.
"24."
Just as the young boy was going to measure her bust, Sara slapped him.
"THARKI INSAN." She accused the pure innocent boy.
"AGAR MERE DADDY KO PATA CHALA TOU TUMHARI NAUKRI WILL BE GONE." She gave him a dhamki.
Hasnain pinned her on the register counter.
"Tumhare baap ki to aisi ki taisi karoon ga main." He fought back.
Sara teared up.
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Bad Boy Badmash
HumorSara is a masoom larki. Trouble is everything she desires to stay away from, but how can she resist the boys that the whole world has their eyes on? With every chapter having a new story, Sara witnesses the undying love and nautunky of the bad boy b...
