Jo jo tu keh dinnae
Ho koi keh sakda nai
Tu jiddan pange lainae
Ho koi le sakda nai
Tennu chhad vi sakdi aan
Rakheya kar mera darr ve
Tu kalla hi sohna nahi
Jyada na baneya kar
Tu kalla hi Sohna nahi
Jyada na baneya kar ve
***
"Tou aapka naam Imran hai?" Faiza asked to which he fixed his collar.
(So your name is Imran)
"Ji," Imran said with hesitation shifting on his seat.
(Yes)
"Tou aapka intention kya hai? Though my sister is bossy as hell, she's still precious to me. Ham chahte hai ke wo khush rahe apne life mai," Faiza said to which he smiled.
(What is your intention)
(I just want her to be happy in her life)
"I know. Aapki bahen mujhe genuinely bohot pasand hai. Iss liye hamne aapki bahen ke liye rishta bheja hai. You don't have to worry about her. Mai unhe bohot khush rakhunga," Imran said reassuringly.
(I genuinely like you sister. That's why I send a proposal for her)
(I will keep her happy)
Faiza smiled at the sincerity of his words.
"Accha, aap bataye hame ke aap hamari bahen se kab mile?" Faiza asked to which he drew his eyebrows closer.
(Okay, tell me when you met my sister)
"Huh... I saw her at a wedding. Wo bohot pyaari lag rahi thi," Imran said hesitantly.
(She was looking pretty)
"Tou aap wahi par apna dil haar baithe?" Faiza asked to which his eyes widen.
(And you lose your heart there)
He shifted on his seat as he was nervous by her questions.
"Aisi baat nahi hai. Bas mujhe aapki bahen pasand aa gayi," Imran said as cold sweat formed on his neck.
(It's not like that. But I like your sister)
Faiza nodded her head while looking at him scrutinizing eyes.
"Tou aap shaadi mai ladkiyo ko taadte hai?" Faiza asked in a sarcastic tone making him choke in the air.
(So you stare at the women in weddings)
A chuckle escaped her lips when she saw him all nervous.
"Chill kare. Ham mazak kar rahe the," Faiza said to which he let out a humorless chuckle.
(Relax, I was just kidding)
"Aap acche insaan lagte hai. I feel like I can trust you with my sister. Wo chahe jaisi bhi hai, she is still my sister and I love her a lot. Aap waada kare ke aap unhe hamesha khush rakhenge. She is very irritating and bossy. But her heart is very pure. Aap jab chahe rishta leke aa sakte hai," Faiza said with a genuine smile.
(You seem to be a nice person)
(No matter what she is)
(Promis me that you will always keep her happy)
(You can come to our home for the proposal)
"Aap pareshan na ho. Mai sehrish ko bohot khush rakhunga. Wo meri hone wali biwi hai. Mera bass chale tou unhe duniya ki saari khushi du," Imran said with a genuine smile.
(Don't be bothered. I will keep Sehrish happy. She will be my wife. If it will be in my hand, I will give her all the happiness of the world)
"Ya Allah, aap kitne acche hai. Apni hone wali saali ke liye accha sa ladka dhoond le," Faiza said with a dreamy sigh making him chuckle.
(Wow, you are so nice. You need to find a good man for me)
"Tou aapko kesa ladka chahiye?" Imran asked in an amused tone.
(So which type of man you want)
"Hame aisa ladka chahiye jise gulab jamun pasand ho," Faiza said in a mischievous tone.
(I want a man who loves gulab jamun)
The door opened and someone came in at the same time.
"Zimraan ko bhi gulab jamun pasand hai," Imran said with a chuckle.
(Zimraan also like gulab jamun)
Faiza stiff at the mention of his name. Heat crept up to her cheeks when she realizes that he's standing behind her.
"Zimraan, kuch snacks order kar do. I have a meeting to attend," Imran said and took it as a cue to leave.
(Zimraan, order some snacks for her)
"Hame ghar chalna chahiye," Faiza said and took her bag.
(I need to go home)
"Aise kaise. Mai aapke liye coffee mangwata hu. Coffee pi kar jaayega," Zimraan said with a smile making her heart skips a beat.
(No way. I won't let you without having a coffee)
Zimraan took his time to notice her. Her skin was milky white but she has pink cheeks. Her long thick eyelashes were kissing her cheekbones. Her lips were cherry red and delicate.
He couldn't help but stare at the beauty in front of him.
His burning gaze making Faiza's breath hitched. She was feeling a different type of emotions swirling through her heart.
"Actually, hame aapse kuch kehna tha. I am really sorry. Hamne aapko itna galat samjha aur itna kuch bol diya. I am not like this. Ham genuinely bohot sorry feel kar rahe hai. I hope you will forgive me," Faiza said biting her lips in embarrassment.
(I need to say something to you)
(I understand you wrong and told you very bad things. I am very guilty)
"Aap sorry mat feel kare. It wasn't entirely your fault. Aapko nahi pata tha. It happens sometimes. But you have to do something for me. Aap hamare saath paas wale cafe chaliye. They sell the best sweets in town. I am sure you will love it. Aap mana mat ki jiyega. Aakhir ham rishtedaar bhi banne wale hai," Zimraan insisted to which she looks at him hesitantly.
(Don't be sorry. You didn't know)
(You have to accompany me to the nearest cafe. Don't decline it. We are going to be relatives anyway)
Faiza was very hesitant to go to the cafe with him all alone. She doesn't know him very well and she doesn't felt right going with him.
"Please, nahi. Agli baar. Hame already bohot late ho raha hai," Faiza said convincing him.
(Next time. I am already late)
"Kuch hi der ki baat hai. You know I even know a secret. Aapko lagta hai ke ye arrange marriage hai par ye asal mai love marriage hai. My brother loves your sister a lot," Zimraan said making her eyes widen.
(It's a matter of some time)
(You think it's a arrange marriage? But it's a love marriage)
She couldn't believe what she just heard. Her sister seems to be very innocent but she likes someone.
Faiza was internally freaking out.
"Aap mazak kar rahe hai?" Faiza asked to confirm.
(You are joking)
"Aapko lagta hai ke mai iss mamle mazak karunga," Zimraan asked with a smirk.
(You think I will joke about this)
"Puri baat bataiye hame. Hamari bahen ne tou hame bhanak bhi nahi padhne di. Ya Allah, kya zamaana aa gaya hai. Hame abhi bhi yaqeen nahi aa raha hai ke hamari masoom bahen kisi se pyaar karti hai," Faiza said in disbelief making him chuckle.
(Tell me everything. My sister didn't even let me know. What the world has become? I still can't believe that my innocent sister love someone)
She narrowed her eyes at him to which he controls the urge to smile.
"Pehle aap hamare saath cafe chale, mai aapko aaram se batata hu. Imran bhi office mai hai. Agar usse pata chala ke main aapko bata diya hai tou wo mujhe chodega nahi," Zimraan said with a chuckle.
(You have to go cafe with me. I will tell you everything there. Imran is in the office. If he came to know that I had told you everything, he won't spare me)
Curiosity peaked inside her. She instantly nodded her head as she wants to know about the whole thing. And she was sure that her beloved sister won't share a single thing.
***
"Matlab itna kuch ho gaya aur hame bhanak bhi nahi padi. Hamari bahen ki love story 2 saal se chal rahi hai," Faiza said in disbelief while taking a bite of hot crisp orange jalebi.
(So many things happened and I didn't have an idea about it. My sister is in love with someone for 2 years)
"Ji haan. Mujhe tou bohot pahle se pata tha. But it was hard for me to believe," Zimraan said with a chuckle.
(Yes. I know about it for a longer time)
"Ham to aapi se baat nahi karenge. Unhone itni badi baat hamse chuppaye hai," Faiza said as her lips pursued into a pout.
(I won't talk to her. She happens to hide things from me)
"Baat tou aapko karni padegi. Imran bohot excited hai shaadi ko leke. Aap bhi khush hai iss rishte se?" Zimraan asked with his charming smile.
(You have to talk. Imran is very excited about the wedding. Are you looking happy with this marriage)
"Ham sahi mai bohot khush hai. And I am also very excited about the wedding," Faiza chirped in excitement.
(I am extremely happy)
"Aapka shaadi kab karne ka iraada hai?" Zimraan asked with a smirk making a tinge of red appeared on her cheeks.
(When are you thinking of getting married)
"Jab koi accha ladka mil jaye," Faiza said with a coat of blush covered her cheeks.
(When I will find the right man)
Zimraan nodded his head with a smirk.
"Accha, ab ham chalte hai. I am late," Faiza said taking her bag from the table.
(Okay, Now I have to go)
"I will drop you," He said to which she nodded her head.
***
"Aunty, Arsh kaha hai? Hame usse bohot zaroori baat karni hai," Faiza asked Sabiha Begum.
(Where is Arsh? I want to talk to him about something important)
"Wo apne kamre mai hai. Aap jaake baat kariye unse. Bohot kharaab mood mai lag rahe hai," Sabiha Begum said to which she nodded her head.
(He is in his room. Talk to him. He seems to be in a bad mood)
Faiza knocks on the door twice but he wasn't opening it.
"Arsh, kuch zaroori baat karni hai tumse. Darwaaza kholo," Faiza said continuously knocking on the door.
(I want to talk to you about something important. Open the door)
After few minutes, the door creaked open. Her eyes went wide when she noticed his disheveled state.
"Kya haal bana diya hai tumne apna? Loote hue aashiq jaisi shakal kyu banayi hui hai? Aaj kal ke ladko ko Kabir Singh is bhoot sawaar hai. I didn't expect that from you. I thought you were different," Faiza said scrunching her nose.
(What have you become? Why you are looking like some heartbroken lover? I don't why everyone want to become Kabir Singh)
The next thing she knows that she was caged in his arms. Her breath hitched when his cold fingers brush over her cheeks. His eyes were darkened with desires. Before she could utter a word, he put his index fingers on her mouth shutting her.
Faiza's mouth felt dry. She tries to avert her gaze away from him but fails miserably.
"Did you get bored out of him already?" Arsh spat angrily.
"Konsa sasta nasha karke baithe ho? Tum hosh mai bhi ho ke tum kya kah rahe ho. Bohot fuzool baatein karne lage ho tum," Faiza snarled scrunching her nose while struggling in his arms.
(Are you on drugs? Do you have an idea what are you even saying? You talk rubbish)
Arsh tightened his hands around her while staring at her beautiful eyes.
"Ab aapko meri baat fuzool bhi lagne lagi hai? Aisa konsa jaadu kar rakha hai usne tum par," Arsh asked tightening his hold on her arms.
(So you find my talk rubbish now? Is he doing some magic on you)
"Tum se baat karna hi fuzool hai. Tum mujh se tab hi baat karna jab tumhara dimag sahi ho jayega," Faiza said and moved out of his room angrily.
(It's nonsensical to even talk to you. You talk to me when you are in your right state of mind)
At that moment, he realized that he won't gain anything if he will share his feelings. He will just lose his best friend forever.
***
Arsh Bhai ke feelings ki koi value hi nahi haið¬
So you are all gonna see the new side of Arsh. Don't worry, he won't be an obsessive loverðâ¤
Yaar, I am so confused. My head is bursting with so many ideas. I wish someone could write it for með
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