There are some dialogues in Urdu. Translation is here.
Lagi Shart?
The bet is on then?
Agar Mein Jeet Gai Tou?
What if I win?
Tou Haarne Wala Tumhara
The Loser will be Yours
Chichora: Indecent
Dholki: Drums relatively is small size
Chapter 2
He admires the neat and soft outlook of washroom. It is in cream and wood color. He had helped his Uncle, Yousaf Hamdani, to pick out the best design for his dream home.
The shampoos, face washes, rose water, Vaseline, coconut oil, scrubs, facial foams, black head removers and much more things are decked up nicely, shrieking that the bathroom belongs to a girl.
"So, her soft and long hair has this secret - Parachute's Coconut oil."
Getting free of his bathroom business, he is amazed seeing the changing hue of his face in mirror while washing hands.
Stunning!
He thinks of those hazel eyes which are blue today - more attractive.
This girl has stated to rule out his day as well as his night thoughts. Her sweet face teases him when he closes the door of his bedroom and feels forlorn. It's high time he gets a companion for himself.
To wipe his hand, he looks for the towel. It is missing from the towel rack. His wet hands may ruin the neatness of his clothes or may present him as a kid.
He looks around for the towel and finds it hung on the hook nail plate against the wall at right. As he pulls it forward, he discovers a treasure hidden beneath it.
Camisoles, braziers and panties of various colors and styles...
Being a pervert man, he caresses a few, biting his bottom lip at the sensations mere fabric is arising.
Surely, a sale's swag!
He smirks thinking of women and sale.
He does not have a habit to use girls' things, thus he simply pats his both sides of hands on towel.
Finally, moving out of the privacy of washroom and his pervert thoughts, he pays his gratitude - not only for the washroom.
"Can I?" Keeping his words at minimum, he offers a helping hand for gift bags. He is not a man of fewer words. But this women... one wrong word and he would lose her.
"No, I can manage." Oh, wow. Ego!
She does not want him to think of a her as a weak girl who cannot even manage a few bags. She can and she will.
By the way, why does his thoughts matter to her?
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As she reaches near the stage, her sister's mother in law and sister in law stands to hug her.
"MaShaAllh." The mother of the man she has come along, praises her.
"Totally worth the wait." Aiedah Ejaz side hugs her with cheek kisses. She was also a Meer until marrying her dream man Ejaz Ali.
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The Bet is On (Completed☑️)
Romance"The bet is on then?" "What if I win?" "The looser will be yours." "How?" What would happen to the soared love of Arnav Raza Meer and Khushi Yousaf Hamdani if the family traditions go against them? The scary thing is what would happen if Khushi Hamd...
