Chapter 14

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Hey guys!!!!
Starting with the Moran Tale.

Recap
SiMiRan Cute Bantar.

So let us start with the story.💕❣️

Sid- Banda bohot accha... Love shove karti hai toh bol de... wese bhi mere hone wale Saale Sahab hai woh (he said inflow)

Monami- Ab aa gaya oont pahaad ke niche.

Sid bites his tongue. He realized what he said and in front of whom.

Sid- Ab tu gaya sid!! (in mind)

Monami- Ab tu baata raha he ki tere aur Sanju ke bich kya chal raha hai.

Sid- Monu bro tujhe toh sabh pata hai... ab tujhe kya mai aur kya batau...

Monami- Ha... par mujhe teri mu se sunna hai.

Sid- A... Monu woh main... woh main aur Sanju ek dusre se pyaar karte hai... We love each other.

Monami- Toh shadi kab kar raha hai...

Sid- Huh...

Monami- Don't say ki tune aab tak usse propose nhi kiya hai...

Sid- Nhi kiya hai...

Monami- Sid... Seriously (sighs heavily)

Sid- Yrr kardunga propose jaldi... I swear.

Monami- Thik hai.

Sid- Ab tu bol tere aur uss dole shole bro main kya chal raha hai.

Monami- Tu phir chalu ho gaya...
Tujhe maine medicine ki list di thi woh order karli kya tune?

Sid- Ha order di hai maine... aaj shaam ya kaal subha tak aa jayegi...

Monami- Ohk...

Sid-(in mind) Monu bro tu yeh topic kyu ignore kar rahi hai pata hai mujhe. Par mai bhi ziddi hu, teri khushiyon keliye yeh topic tere sath discuss kar ke rahunga.

Monami- Ase kyu taad raha hai tujhe??

Sid- Main kyu tujhe taadu..

Monami- Ha.. ha... tu kyu mujhe taade ga tu toh sanju ko...(Sid interrupted)

Sid- Main ja raha hu...

Monami- Arre... baat toh sunte ja...

But he left.
On the other hand, Karan was dreaming about monami in his room.

Karan's POV

I would describe her in my mind as
Her hair was a rich shade like blossoming flowers. It flowed in waves to adorn her glowing, porcelain-like skin. Her eyes, framed by short lashes, were a bright, emerald-green and seemed to brighten the world. A smoking shining nose, full lips - she seemed the picture of perfection. Had she smiled, the world would sigh beneath her feet. Had she laughed, the world would laugh with her. And had she wept, the whole world would want to comfort her. She was...booooooom...
Faizi... U... I want to kill him.
POV ends.

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