Pari Sharma.

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In the scorching heat of the sun, a radiant girl with luminous skin, a well-defined nose, an elegant oval face, and flowing locks of hair is carefully planting a rose plant in the rich, fertile soil. As she works, her beautiful face becomes adorned with traces of the earthy mud.She was so deeply engrossed in her work that she seemed oblivious to her surroundings. Her face, adorned with sparkling eyes and delicate pink lips, radiated an enchanting beauty reminiscent of a princess. Completely absorbed in her task, she hummed a cheerful tune, the melody intertwining with the gentle rustle of leaves and the soft whispers of the breeze. As she carefully planted each flower, her fingers danced gracefully through the rich soil, nurturing life with every touch. In that moment, she was lost in her own world—a sanctuary of color and fragrance—where time stood still and the worries of the outside world faded away.
"Pari, where are you?" A loud noise came from behind her.

Pari diverted her attention and looked toward the source of the voice.

"I am here just planting a rose bush."

"I don’t understand why you’re so obsessed with rose plants," manu asked , raising an eyebrow.

Pari chuckled softly. "There's something special about them. Roses symbolize love and beauty, and they remind me of the joy that comes from nurturing something and watching it grow. Plus, their fragrance is enchanting! Don’t you think?"

Manu smiled but remained skeptical. "I appreciate their beauty, but I feel like there are so many other plants that are just as lovely and easier to care for."
That may be true," pari admitted, "but each plant has its own charm. For me, roses represent hope and new beginnings. Every time I see them bloom, it feels like a little miracle."

Gulaab ka poolon mein tu tumhari jaan basti hai.

Inn gulaboon sa rishta purnana hai .inn ka laal rang ishq  ki Nishani hai .

Woh tu mujeh bhi Pata lekin kuch log kehta hn laal tu khoon and barbadi ka rang bhi hota hai iss ka Bara MN aap ka kya kehna hai pari madam.

Tumhn Pata hai manya mama hamesha kheti thein app jis cheez ka jesa dekhna chaho ga aap ko wesa nazar aagyi .zaroori nhi hai ka laal rang Barbdi ka hi ho.Gulaab tu mohabbat ka izhaar ka lya istamaal hota hnn.Bas dekhna wali ankhein honi chaiye .Agar laal rang barbadi ka hi ho tu koi ashq apni mohabbat ko laal gulaab na de .Na ho koi dulhan apni shaadi par laal phanti.

Ishq mohabbat ya sab tu kitabi batein hn .Aaj kal ka zamna mein ishq nahi hota agar essa hota hai tu insaan wesa hi barbaad hojata hai.aur phir bachtata hai

Ya baat tum na galat kahi ishq barbadi nhi abadi hai .ishq sakkon bhi hai aur junoon bhi.ishq insaan ko barbaad nhi karta balka uss ishq mein pagal ashq apna mehboob ka pecha khud ko qurbaan karta hai .

"No one can win this debate with you. You said you would tell me about your parents' love story, but you still haven't.”Manu pouted.

Pari smiled and said, "I'll tell you next time. Our ward rotation is about to start, and if we don't get moving, Dr. Sudash will eat us alive."

Pari yrr we have to do something about that old hag.he is literally eye raping you daily. I just want to pull his dirty eyes out and then put them in acid.

Meri jaansi ki rani ya bhi Kar len ka ab chalen tayr bhi hona hai .

Hn chalo jaldi jaldi .

Pari and Manya went to their apartment. After taking a relaxing shower, Pari got ready in her jeans and crop top. After putting on her overalls and placing a stethoscope around her neck, she and Manya went to the hospital. They were about to enter their ward when a voice stopped them. Manya closed her eyes in annoyance.

“Aagya manhoos admi” she said to pari.

"Yes, Dr. Sudash, you called?"

"You both are late again. You know, those who don't value time are eventually destroyed by it," Dr. Sudash reprimanded. Behind him, Manya was mimicking his stern expression and making exaggerated faces, while Pari struggled to suppress her laughter. After enduring his lecture, they finally went to their ward.

After that, patients arrived in droves. Both got busy attending to them. After a hectic six-hour shift, they finally had a moment to themselves, and their friends Angad and Ruhi joined them.

As they were about to get their lunch, they saw a familiar face.

Pari mischievously said, "lo aagyi tumhari future saasu maa "

Manya looked at the lady in confusion. The lady greeted them, and Manya, still puzzled, stared at her. Angad and Ruhi were clearly enjoying the unfolding scene.

The lady continued, "We are business associates of your father. We saw you at your sister's engagement and thought you looked very beautiful. That day, we asked your family and you mentioned that you were interested."

Manya, bewildered, replied, "Oh?"

The lady explained, "We were passing by today and thought we’d stop by to meet you."

Manya glanced at Pari, Angad, and Ruhi, who were struggling to contain their laughter.

The lady then showed a photo on her phone, saying, "Here is our son, Pintu." Manya was shocked to see the photo of a young child.

"That's just a photo of a child," Manya said.

"Yes, it’s a childhood photo of Pintu," the lady clarified.

Manya felt faint. "Well, I’ll come to your house to discuss this further," the lady said, and Manya was too stunned to respond.

After the lady left, Angad started laughing uncontrollably, clutching his stomach, while Ruhi and Pari also burst into laughter.

"What was that?" Manya asked, bewildered.

Pari composed herself and explained, "they saw you at your sister's engagement. To tease you, uncle mentioned you might get interested . You were a bit tipsy and said yes."

Manya dramatically put a hand on her head, and the rest of the day passed in a blur as Pari and her friends continued to laugh.

Manya dramatically put a hand on her head, and the rest of the day passed in a blur as Pari and her friends continued to laugh

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