"Rozal tumhe pta h na abhi m abbu se Baat nhi kr sakta hu humare baare m..... Tum samajhne ki koshish karo please" he spoke
"or kitna samjhu ibrahim or kitna samjhu... 1 saal hogya h humare rishta ko Pehle tumhe lagta tha ki m choti hu... Mujhe abhi padhai pr Dhyaan dena chahiye or ab tum bol rahe ho ki elections k Baad Baat krne ki koshish karoge" she yelled in a low voice in the phone.
"to tum hi btao jo mene bola vo galat to nhi tha na rozi... Or kyaa..." she intrupted him.
"nhi tum apne sahi galat m lage raho or yaha mere abbu jo mujhe vaise hi pasand nhi krte h... Ek min nhi lagayenge mujhe kisi or ki jholi m phekne se pehle" she almost cried, because that was the only truth... Her father won't even consider her wish.
"Rozal Yaad rakhna... Tum meri ho.... Kuch bhi kyu na krna pade mujhe m tumhe apne se dur kyu na Jaana pade.... Par sahi m tumhe elections khatam hone tk to rukna hi padega.... Kyuki humare dono k abbu ye election jeetna chahte h or Iss wakt vo dushman h ek dusre ke.... agar Iss wakt mene essi koi bhi Baat ki to uska anjaam acha nhi hoga... Ye Baat tum bhi jaanti ho " ibrahim explained her seriously, He had seen his father being so passionate for winning elections, he was way too much serious for this now and if he talked about his love life with his father's opponent's daughter then that won't be good.
" ibrahim.. Mujhe darr lag raha h sab sahi to hogana.... M tumhe nhi kho sakti hu" she cried
"meri Jaan roona nhi... Sab kuch sahi hoga bss thoda sa wakt or jhelna padega ye sab... Fir haq se nikkah krke lekar jaaunga tumhe" he said making her smile a little... She trust him... He won't make fake promises.. She knows that.
"chaliye ab bhot der hogyi h.... Soo Jaao ab tum... Or hnn roona nhi.. Mujhe meri Jaan ki aankh se girta hua ek bhi aansu nhi pasand h" ibrahim words turned her cheeks red.
"shabba khair" she said.
"shabba khair meri Jaan" ibrahim replied.
He sighed loudly after the call ended.. This is going to be very tough and they both knew it.
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"ammi ammii ammiiiiiiiii ammiiiiiiiii" Shehnaaz screamed.
"kya h sana" her mother replied in a very uninterested tone. Ibrahim was in the living area watching TV but his ears were on the conversation going between the duo, he knew his sister very well and surely she would say something weird. She was weird and he loved it... His sister was a badass.
"ye abbu Hume esse kyu ghar pr Rehne k liye bol kar gye h..... Hum apni taqreer dekhne k liye bhi nhi leke gye Saath m" Shehnaaz said suspiciously.
"hnn vaise Baat to sahi h... Aaj kal ye zyada hi elections elections kar rahe h... Ab to office ka kaam bhi apne PA pr chora hua h inhone" her mother too replied suspiciously. Her husband is behaving weird nowadays.. He is way more than serious for this now.
"ammi Inka phone vhone check karlo" Shehnaaz again said suspiciously. A little laugh left from ibrahim's mouth knowing very well where this conversation is going .
"or m essa kyu karungi" her mother looked at her weirdly.
"aapke shauhar k iraade mujhe sahi se nhi lag rahe h.... Wakt h sambhaalooo..... Aaahhhhhh Aaahhhhhh ammi Dard ho raha h... Choro ammi sachi bhot Dard ho rha...." she screamed as her pyaari ammi had twisted her ear harshly.
"Sharam karo thodi Shehnaaz abbu h tumhare" she scolded her.
On the other ibrahim whose whole concentration was shifted to them bursted out laughing.
