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" Meri zara si narazgi nhi sahi jaa rhi hai Madam se aur jab khud mujhse gussa rehti hain to bass mujhe kaise tarpana hai yahi khayal rehta hai. " He muttered under his breath still smiling.
Zarar ruffled his hair with his fingers making them mess up. He glanced at the way from where she left, containing the mischievousness in his eyes.
"Biwi, ab thodi si shararat to banti hai. After all, you successfully made me feel jealous and the best part is you don't even know about this." Zarar said mischievously.
He went behind her with slow steps and stood near the balcony's door. Folding his arms he leaned on the door. And looked at her, who was hiding her face in between her arms.
All the time when she was crying he was watching her. He did not like it but also did not go towards her to console her.
He wanted her to come and calm his anger down; he wanted her to convince him; he wanted her to make him feel special. Though his anger calmed down, he was not angry now., It flew away from the window when she angrily freed herself from his grip.
It was just that he wanted her to come first.
But he didn't know that his wish would never come true. His dream would always be a dream.
A few minutes skipped when she suddenly lifted her head and looked at the sky making him startled at his place. He instantly straightened up himself and ran towards the bed when he saw that she stood up to come inside.
He hurriedly sat on the bed and looked here and there to find something that would make him look busy, but he didn't find anything. That was when his gaze landed on his mobile which was on the sofa.
Glancing toward the balcony's door he was fast enough to go towards the sofa to fetch his mobile. But in a hurry, he did not see the table that was present in the middle, due to which he bumped into the chair very badly.
He was about to yell in pain but immediately covered up his mouth to stop making any noise. Bearing the pain, he took on his phone, again ran towards the bed, and immediately made himself busy.
His leg was hurting very badly and he pressed his lips tightly to bear the pain. The irony was that Mahnoor also entered the room at that time.
He started to do something on his phone to show her that he was busy. Even In so much pain, he tried to control his laugh when he sensed that his plan worked out. He successfully made her angry.
Mission accomplished.
That was when she came towards him, and his heart was too stubborn to look at her, but his mind was also stubborn not to glance at her. And finally, his brain won the fight.
He opened the gallery and started to see the pictures. His hands stopped for a second when she cleared her throat. He raised his eyes with faked surprised expressions.
