๋࣭ ⭑⚝ 𝟭𝗦𝗧 𝗕𝗢𝗢𝗞 𝗢𝗙 𝗗𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗘𝗗 𝗦𝗘𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗦
Can I kiss you, meri jaan?" he whispered softly while tucking a strand of hair behind my ear and gently holding my face in his hand.
I couldn't help but think that this man would be the deat...
झटका ज़रा सा महसूस हुआ एक लाइफ की गाड़ी ने कस के मारा ब्रेक हो रहा है क्यूँ कंफ्यूज मेरे दिल मशवरा मेरा तू अजमा के देख ये ही उम्र है करले गलती से मिस्टेक ये ही उम्र है करले गलती से मिस्ट
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As I trailed behind the man who had snatched my purse, I couldn't contain my anger. "Abe, oye chor, ruk!" I shouted, determined to catch him. This thief had crossed the line, and today, I was not going to let him get away. (Hey, thief, stop!)
"Ruk ja, kamine, chodungi nahi main tujhe aaj," I yelled furiously as I sprinted after him. But suddenly, he vanished into thin air, leaving me bewildered. (Stop, you scoundrel, I won't let you go today)
Then, I saw my purse with another man who was about to dig through it. Without stopping to think, I quickly ran towards him. Snatching my purse back, I panted heavily as I scolded him, "Tum bhi us chor ke saath mile ho na. Tum logo ko sharam nahi aati hai, logo ka samaan chori karne mein?" (You must be in partner with that thief too. Aren't you ashamed to steal people's belongings?)
But before I could finish, he interrupted coldly, "Listen, I am not any thief, so don't you dare to call me that, understand?"
I was taken aback. How dare he not only steal my purse but also argue with me? "Jyada hi Angrez ban raha hai," I muttered under my breath, feeling irritated by his attitude. (Trying too hard to act like an Englishman)
"What did you say? Say it loudly," he demanded, raising his voice.
"Don't you dare to raise your voice on me! Just wait, I am calling the police. They will handle you," I retorted loudly, refusing to back down.
"Listen, girl, or whatever, I don't want you to embarrass yourself. First, I am not a thief, and..." he began, but I cut him off, determined to give him a piece of my mind.
"Huh, aya bada ulta chor kotwal ko daante," I scoffed, not willing to listen to his excuses. "Toh phir tumhare paas ye purse kaise aya? Jaadu se? Ya phir woh chor chhod ke bhag gaya tumhare paas?" I interrogated him, feeling a surge of anger. (Huh, coming up with excuses, huh? Then how did you end up with this purse? Magic? Or did the thief leave it with you before running away?)
He was about to say something when an elderly man came forward and said, "Beta, ye ladka sahi bol raha hai. Isne chori nahi ki, isne toh tumhara purse chori hone se bachaya hai." (Beta, this boy is telling the truth. He didn't steal anything; he actually saved your purse from being stolen)
