Bad Boy Badmash

Maiden

Naseem was walking through the halls of his havaili when he suddenly catches Sara's eye.

"Kahan jaa rayi ho, meri shehzadi," the chaval insaan grabbed the nanni si jaan.

"Ch-choro, Naseemy!!!!!! Koi dekh lega!!!" She tried her best to free her kallaiyan, but the demon was too strong.

"Arey humein tou pehle dekh lenay douuu," the boy was like shaytan himself.

"Sh-sh-shezaday malika Shadab Khan kou bhook laggi hai... I must go!!" The maiden pari informed the satan boy.

"Bhook tou hummay bhi laggi hai, anarkali." He licked his lips, eyeing the shareef aurat up and down.

Sara gasped as the tray of food in her hand fell to the floor.

She was doomed.

Once her maalikan finds out how clumsy she is, she would for sure lose her job. And if that were to happen, how was she gonna feed her nanna kakas sitting at home. How was she gonna support her 1 legged husband at home. There was simply no way.

Sara needs the money. Even if that means showing some kameenapan.

Naseem pulled her into a seperate room, covering the door and windows with the parday. Sara was lifeless.

"Tum meri izzat utaar ne lagay ho... yeh parday kya cheez hain," Sara was ghalib.

If she hadn't been born a bhekhari, boot polisher, dou numbri, then she would have for sure been a poet.

"Don't be pagal, I just saved your life," all of a sudden the bad boy turned into good boy.

He came closer to her, Sara not moving a single kaddam. He caressed her cheek, intense eye contact.

"I'll make you an offer," he began.

Sara grew parishaan.

"K-kya?..." she stuttered.

"I will pay you... way more than Shadab ever will... and you won't have to do any work at all just..." he paused.

Sara grew curious.

"Just what?" She asked.

"Just become my personal maid, no one else's."