Jaan-e-Jaaha

Pagal dushmani(Final)

"Chalein hathe remote de"

"Match dekh rha hu"

"Tou laptop par dekh naa"

"Kiss khusi mein?"

"Yaaar drama lagne wala hein na"

" Tou mein kya krun?"

"Ja kr laptop par dekh lo"

" Mein kyun jao , you go.."

"Agey se hato"

"Nahi hatoungi"

" Wese to mughe tum se bohut Muhabbat hein likin abhi dil kar raha hein tuhme dakha dedun"

Since last four months Mahi has moved to Salar's apartment as they decided to take next step into their relationship. She still couldn't believe she was here, moving in with Salar. The past few months had been a whirlwind—Salar taking over as CEO of his father's company and her passing the bar exam to become a licensed lawyer.

"It's Saturday night, Salar. We should watch something fun."

Salar shook his head, his grip on the remote tightening. "Fun? Like another one of those reality shows you love? I need something that doesn't make my brain feel like it's melting."

"Reality shows are entertaining!" Mahi shot back. "And after the week we've had, we deserve some mindless fun."

Salar sighed, but a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. "Fine. How about we compromise? One episode of your reality show, and then we switch to my Cricket Match."

Mahi narrowed her eyes, considering the proposal. "Deal. But I get to choose which episode."

Salar handed over the remote with a mock dramatic flourish. "As you wish, your honor."

Mahi giggled, taking the remote and flipping through the channels. "You're such a dork."

"And yet, you love me," Salar replied, flopping onto the couch.

She plopped down beside him, selecting her favorite reality show. As the show started, they settled into a comfortable silence, their earlier banter giving way to a sense of contentment.

Halfway through the episode, Mahi glanced at Salar, who was surprisingly engrossed in the drama unfolding on screen. She nudged him with her elbow. "See? Told you it's not that bad."

Salar shrugged, a sheepish grin on his face. "Alright, you win this round. But don't get used to it."

"Wait, who's that guy again?" Salar asked, pointing at the screen.

Mahi sighed, but a smile tugged at her lips. "That's Ahem, Gopi's husband. He's kind of the main guy in this part of the story."

And why is Gopi crying now?" Salar continued, genuinely puzzled.

Mahi paused the show, turning to him. "Okay, so Gopi is crying because she just found out that her mother-in-law was lying to her about something really important. It's a big deal in their relationship."

Salar nodded slowly, still looking confused. "And the lady in the blue saree, she's...?"

"That's Kokila," Mahi explained patiently. "She's Gopi's strict mother-in-law, and she controls most of what happens in the house."

Salar scratched his head. "Wow, this is complicated. How do you keep track of all these characters and their dramas?"

Mahi chuckled. "Years of practice. And once you get into it, it's actually pretty addictive.

Why did Kokila say that to Gopi? What's her motive?"

Mahi paused the show, her frustration bubbling over. "Salar, kitne sawaal poochte ho? TV dekhne do mujhe, please! It's not that hard to follow if you just pay attention!"

Without saying a word, he stood up and walked out of the living room, leaving Mahi feeling a mix of guilt and irritation.

She resumed watching the show, but her mind kept wandering to Salar. After about ten minutes, she heard soft footsteps behind her. Before she could turn around, she felt a gentle kiss on her neck, followed by a playful lick. She shivered and couldn't help but smile.

Salar wrapped his arms around her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder.

He gave her neck one last playful nibble, then moved to sit beside her, snuggling close.

As the episode ended, Salar turned to Mahi with a newfound appreciation. "Okay, I think I'm starting to get it. This show is actually pretty interesting."

Mahi laughed, leaning in to kiss his cheek. "See? I knew you'd come around. Thanks for being patient."

Salar grinned. "Anything for you."

Mahi smiled mischievously and teased, "My cute little baby."

Salar feigned offense, narrowing his eyes playfully. "I am not a baby."

Mahi giggled, poking his side. "Oh, but you are. My cute little baby."

Salar's eyes sparkled with mischief as he moved closer. "Let me show you what this beast can do."

Before Mahi could respond, Salar scooped her up, making her squeal in surprise and laughter. He carried her to the bedroom, both of them laughing and teasing each other.

He placed her on the bed and hovered on her staring at her brown eyes and smashed his lips on her as their lips crashed together with an urgency that spoke of long-held desire. Salar's kiss was fierce and consuming, his hands roaming over her back as if he couldn't get enough.

The kiss was fierce and demanding, his lips moving against hers with a raw hunger. Mahi felt a rush of heat down there as he pulled her even closer, his fingers threading through her hair, holding her in place. The world around them blurred into nothingness as they lost themselves in the fiery clash of their kiss, each moment more consuming than the last.

His fingers found the small buttons of her blouse, deftly undoing them one by one, revealing the soft curve of her skin underneath. Mahi's breath hitched at the intimate gesture, her heart racing with a mixture of desire and anticipation. Salar's touch was tender yet purposeful, his lips trailing down her neck as he continued to explore the newfound intimacy between them.

Okkk guys enough