Bad Boy Badmash

Aloo Paratha Continued

Hours had passed and Sara hadn't seen Naseem. She was getting worried. She knows Naseem is her laal. Her laadla. She knows that without Sara, there can be no Naseem. She put away her stubbornness and went on to find the cricketer boy.

"Naseeeeeeeeeeeeem." She yelled throughout the house.

No reply.

"Naseeeeeeeemy??" She plead out.

Still no reply. She thought for a good second and then made one more yell.

"Daddy???????????" She was bold.

Suddenly she felt the hairs on her neck rise.

"I'm right here." He said.

Sara jumped and turned around to see the boy towering over her.

"Is my aloo paratha done." The boy was very straightforward.

Sara was petrified. She had completely forgot that Naseem needs a minimum of 12 parathas a day as he is a very fit cricketer boy.

"O-o-oh I-" She was about to apologize when the devil suddenly grabbed her by her choti.

"KAMEENI." HE WAS BOILING MAD LIKE THE FIRE OF JAHANNUM.

"JAA TU NIKAL YAHAN SE." Naseem demanded.

He didn't actually want his rasmalai to leave his presence at all. He wanted her to stay as she was the noor of his eyes.

Sara started crying. She was a very sensitive girl.

"I'm sorry Naseem pls aap mujhe maaf kardein main aap ke baghair aik zinda laash hoon!!!" She spoke like a true ghalib.

Naseem was touched. He was beyond MOVED.

"Mere dil ki malika hoe tum." He said as he went in for a hug.

"NAHI!!!!!!!" Sara, being the good halal girl she is, pushed Naseem away.

"GHATTIA AURAT." Naseem was a young boy in heat.

"TUM MUJHAY KYA SAMAJTI HOE????" He got all up in her face as if he was gonna kiss her.

"Aap mujhse pyar nahi kartain :(" She whined like a toddler, holding his shirt.

Naseem was going through brain damage because of Sara's actions. He knew she was an unpredictable one but he still couldn't help but fall for her. He walked away.