Hey everyone!
I had an announcement, but I messed up the first one; mujhe khud samajh nahi aaya maine kya likha.
Toh chalo isse properly discuss karte hain, shortcut nahi marungi.
So, let's discuss this properly without rushing.
I'm thinking about creating an Instagram account for my characters, like one for Irfaz Ahmed. It would involve posting photos and reels about dates, events, and other moments. If anyone is interested in helping me set this up, please DM me on Instagram or leave a comment on Wattpad.
I'd really appreciate it!
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HER POV
I nodded, but the question lingered. Kinjal's sneer replayed in my mind, and it was hard to shake off the doubt. I had to remind myself that my connection with Irfaz was built on love and trust, not external influences.
Still, the unease settled in my stomach like a stone. I took a deep breath, determined not to let her words dictate my feelings or my day. I'd focus on what I knew, on the bond I shared with Irfaz, and leave the rest to the background noise of Kinjal's insecurities.
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After breakfast, Ayesha turned to me and asked, "Bhabhi, mini dholki celebrate karte hain. Aap, Nevla, Irfaz bhai aaenge ya nahi, pata nahi, par phir bhi invite kar denge. Aur aap Sana di ko bhi bula lena, maza aayega!"
Her excitement was contagious, and I couldn't help but smile at the thought of the cozy celebration. Even if Irfaz and Nevla couldn't make it, I knew it would still be full of laughter and fun. I made a mental note to invite Sana di, already imagining the lively atmosphere.
"Kya baat ho rahi hai nanand-bhabhi mein?" Dewan asked as he entered the mini living room where we were sitting.
"Mini dholki ki tayyari," Ayesha chimed in.
"Oo wow, mujhe bhi details do, kya kya hone wala hai?" He sat down, eager to hear more, but before Ayesha could start, Dewan interrupted with, "Bhabhi, bhai office jaane waale hain, unhone aapko bulaya hai."
I nodded and stood up to see him off. "Bhabhi, wait, main bhi chali aati hoon. Bhai se permission le lete hain," Ayesha said, tagging along with me.
"Kya, Ayesha? Tum call karke bhi permission le sakti thi! Kyun bhai ke sunnat wali romance mein bhang dal rahi ho?" Dewan teased. We both ignored him and made our way to the main door.
"Irfaz," I called out as I approached him.
He leaned his head on my shoulder, complaining like a child forced to go to school,
"Mujhe nahi jaana office."
"Jao, shaam ko jaldi aajana," I said softly, patting his back.
"Tum bhi chalo mere saath office, wahan ab akela mann nahi lagta," he said, almost pleading.
"Dobara files review karane ke liye?" I asked, placing my hands on my waist.
He nodded cutely.
"Meri salary do, tab sochungi," I teased.
Without hesitation, he handed me his black credit card. "Humko toh aapse salary leni chahiye. Sab toh aapka hai, jaan," he added, flirting.
Out of nowhere, Ayesha swooped in and grabbed the card.
"Dewan! Dewan! Irfaz bhai ka black card mil gaya!" she exclaimed, jumping excitedly.
"Bhai, aaj toh jackpot lag gaya," Dewan joined in, laughing.
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