अपने दीवाने का
अपने दीवाने का कर दे बुरा हाल
रे जी अंखियों से गोली मारे
अंखियों से गोली मारे
पल मै तोला पल मै मशा
कितने रंग बदलती है
जिस को चाहे पागल कर दे
अपने हुस्न के जादू साई
इसके लम्बे लम्बे काले काले
नागिन से बाल
रे जी अखियों से गोली मारे
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At Hardik's room,
"I KNOW."
Vidisha looked at him nervously. But Hardik smiled at her and said, "I know you are jealous of Kavya. Being a possessive wife sounds good to me."
Vidisha huffed in satisfaction as he didn't hear what she was talking with Akash and Rashmi. But when she heard Kavya 's name, the living room's scene came into her mind.
"I am not jealous. You are jealous of my close friend, the office one." she said to him stretching the word close friend....
"She will not stay here for a lifetime. It is me. So show some respect to me Mr. Pandya" she continued.
Without hearing Hardik, she stormed out of the room. Hardik sat on the bed and facepalmed himself.
"What is the problem with girls.? Such a jealous girl she is. God, save me from this girl." he thought.
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