As I listened to her, I realized she loved talking to herself about me. The way she insulted me, no one had ever dared to do it.
And she was actually cursing me for not drinking her coffee? "Yeh kaisi zabar dasti hai Uns?" I asked myself.
I was li...
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"You're here too?" I exclaimed in surprise upon seeing Nader and Samir here.
"This man doesn't leave my heart or disappear from my eyes; he is everywhere I go," I thought to myself as I looked at Nader.
"Haan, Ab jahan Uns hogi wahan Aziz toh hoga hein nah!," he said with a smile.
"He's surely here to kill me with his smile. I can't be with him today," I said to myself, feeling overwhelmed.
"So, you're choosing white, right?" he asked.
"Why should I? Is it your favorite color?" I asked, noticing his authoritative tone.
"It's not my favorite color, but you wore a white kurti when you first came to my mansion, and where I went crazy for you," he said, looking into my eyes. "How can he say such things so freely?" I wondered, feeling flustered.
"You're crazy, Nader," I said, exasperated by his constant flirting.
"I am and you made me Ms Reza," he said, smiling again.
This man doesn't have any other work than increasing my heart beats.
"Sahara, choose maroon for me," I said, trying to redirect my attention away from Nader's captivating gaze and towards Sahara, only to find her lost in Samir's eyes.
"These two!" I sighed deeply, observing their interaction.
"Which color should I choose, Samir?" Sahara asked, while Samir looked deeply into her eyes.
"Every color suits you, Sahara, but I would prefer it if you wore cream. It would look good on you," he complimented her.
"Cream!" Sahara exclaimed with a smile.
"They're all crazy here," I thought to myself, observing the three of them - one couldn't stop flirting, another couldn't resist showing his charm, and the third was completely captivated by his charm.
"I still think white will suit you, Uns," Nader said, noticing me choose the maroon outfit.
"I don't need your opinion, Nader, and it's better if you focus on why you're here," I said, looking at him sternly.
"That's exactly what I'm doing," he replied.
"What?" I asked.
"I'm here for shopping too," he said.
"Ohh accha Alright then, go ahead," I said dismissively. My idiot heart, for a second thought that he is here for me.
"It would be better if you choose my outfit," he said, still sporting his mischievous smile.
"Bahut nakhre hai tumhare nader," I said, rolling my eyes as I glanced at the clothing designs.
"Bhai, you'll pick according to Bhabhi's preference, so until then, help me select clothes," Samir asked Nader.
