'MMMMM' She moaned
'Haye teria'n awaaza jn ' He spoke slowly rubbing his nose over her pride.
(Your moans,my love)
'Mahabirrrr' She cried
'Han bol' He asked continuing the torture
(Yes,what happened)
Please,Naa ta-----aaahhhhhhh'
(Please don't an...
Hazara'n khushia ghatt ne ikk gamm bhulaun de lyi,ikk gamm kafi hai zindgi gvon de lyi.
A thousand joys are less than one sorrow to forget,one sorrow is enough to lose life.
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Armaan's face twisted with rage at her words. He raised his hand to strike her again, but just as he did, Mahbir's voice boomed through the warehouse.
"Apne hath hta picche" Mahbir roared, stepping forward with his gun drawn, his face dark with fury.
(Get your hands off her!)
Armaan froze, his grip on Harleen loosening as he turned to face Mahbir. The look in Mahbir's eyes was enough to send a chill through anyone's spine—a mix of anger, fear, and raw determination. Mahbir had never looked so fierce, so ready to fight for the woman he loved.
In that moment, it was as if time stood still.
Harleen's heart pounded as she saw the intensity in Mahbir's eyes, the desperation in his stance. He wasn't just there to protect her—he was ready to end this nightmare once and for all.
Harleen stood frozen, feeling the burning sting on her cheek where Armaan had slapped her, the taste of blood sharp in her mouth. Her heart pounded in her chest as her eyes darted between Armaan's furious face and Mahbir, who had just stormed into the warehouse, gun drawn, his men trailing behind him. The air was thick with tension, and in that moment, it felt like the world was holding its breath, waiting for the explosion.
Armaan's face twisted into a sneer, his grip still tight on Harleen's hair, though his hand wavered for a second as he locked eyes with Mahbir. For a brief moment, uncertainty flickered across his face, but it was quickly replaced by anger. He jerked Harleen roughly, pulling her closer to him, using her as a shield between himself and Mahbir.
"Ki krenga Mahbir?" Armaan taunted, his voice low and venomous. "Shoot me? You'll kill her too."
(What are you going to do,Mahbir?)
Mahbir's hands clenched around the gun, his knuckles white with tension. His jaw was set in a hard line, his eyes blazing with rage, but he remained still, calculating. He couldn't risk taking a shot, not with Harleen so close to Armaan. He didn't want to do anything that could endanger her further.
"Let her go, Armaan," Mahbir said, his voice deadly calm, though it trembled with barely restrained fury. "Tenu eh karn d lod ni.Apa khtm kar skde a,hune.Bas ohnu jn de kise nu kuj nhi houga"
(You don't have to do this. We can end it here, now. Just let her go, and no one else gets hurt.)
Armaan laughed, a cold, chilling sound that echoed through the empty warehouse. "Tenu lagda mnu koyi prvah hgi a? Tu mere kolo sabb lai lya,Mahbir sabb" His voice broke slightly,revealing the unhinged obsession driving him "Harleen meri hi.Ohne meri hona hi.Parr tu--tu sabb khtm karta"
