Mohabbat

Part:-25

𝐉𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐤𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐪 𝐤𝐞
𝐁𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐚𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐢,

𝐇𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐫 𝐠𝐲𝐞,
𝐋𝐚𝐤𝐡𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐲𝐚𝐚𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐢.....

English translation:-

Wherever you look
Love's suffers are sitting...

Hundreds died
Millions are ready......

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A/n's pov......

Tension was clear in the air and in her face as she was caught red handed and one thing was sure....nobody can save her from getting sued.

YN came forward and stood in front of her....looking like a devil to her.

"Aisa kyu kiya aapne"

(Why you did this)

She said in a calm voice but even a deaf person could sense the anger that she was suppressing from long time.

Neelam gulped hard but not a single word escaped from her mouth making her more angry.

"KYU KIYA"

(WHY DID THIS)

She shouted loudly making everyone shiver as they never hear her like this.

"Badla lena tha mujhe sab se"

(I wanted revenge from everyone)

She said not daring to look into anyone's eyes but she could sense an old soul coming near her that was none other than Mrs Singhania.

"Kaisa badla"

(What type of revenge)

It was a calm one and assured her stupid brain that now everyone will forgive her....how stupid.

"Mujhe apni beti ki shaadi Tahir sai karwani thi par wo sapna toot gya....fir maine madam ko YN ke khilaaf krke usse ghar sai nikalwa diya....par mai Dar gyi kyuki mujhe pta tha ki sir agar uth gye to sabko sach btadenge...isiliye maine-

(I wanted to marry off my daughter to Tahir but that dream broke....than I made Ma'am against YN and threw her out of the house...I was scared that is sir will woke up he will tell truth to everyone...that's why I-

*bang*

There was an answer of hard slap on her useless story but what was more shocking was the one who slapped her.

He was taught not to raise hand on any women....not to look at any women with filthy eyes.....worshipped every women like a goddess....never disrespect a women was something which his religion has teach him.