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Locha-E-Elfar by Amitabh Bhattacharya, Benny Dayal, and Shankar-Ehsaan-Loy
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Ban ke museebat
Peechhe padi hai
Ye comedy hai
Ya tragedy hai
Na hona tha kyun ho gaya
Locha e Ulfat ho gayaLocha-e-Ulfat ho gaya..
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Smriti
"Uff.. finally hogaya" I exhaled as I was done with translation all the files. It was not possible to complete all of them in one day so I took them with me to my home.
(finally hogaya)I went to my closet and started getting ready to go to my office. I have to leave for my office a bit early today because my family have planned a lunch with Manisha bhabhi's family. I should have told them to make it for dinner. But I don't had the guts to tell my mom after refusing to meet them.
I put the files in my bag and went downstairs to have my breakfast.
"Smriti pata hain na aj-" My mom started but I cut her off.
(Do you know Smriti today-)"Haan haa maa pata hain"
(Yes yes mamma, I know)"Accha..ma main ja rahi hu" I said as I finished my breakfast.
(Okay.. I'm going)"Are ruko, bhai ka breakfast ho jane do-"
(Hey wait, let your brother have breakfast-)"Mujhe apke bete ka sath nahi jana" I again cut her off, took the car's key and walked out of the room.
(I don't want to go with your son)
I am still angry at him for shouting at me yesterday without any reason. Like, I mean he never shouts at me as he did yesterday. I will never forgive him until he apologizes. I thought and sat in the car.
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I submitted the files to my boss and requested him to grant me half day leave but he told me, I have to work overtime in exchange of my request for half days for whole week. I mean who the fuck on earth have to work overtime whole week just for one day, ofcourse I have no choice. So, I had to accept it.
I went back home and called my parents first because I was going to be late. I again took a shower and wore a white sequin embroidered flared long kurti with white dupatta and did some make up and left my hair open.
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