Pappu- "Bhayya ji,ye Nafisa kon hai aapke fb pe...??"
Mai-"kyu..??"
Azeeb insaan hai abhi mila ,mujhe fb pe add kiya aur add karte hai mere friends bhi check kar liye.
Hadd hoti hai yar...
Pappu-"Saukeen lagte hai Bhayya ji,Pakistani bhi nhi chhodi,maze lene ke liye...???"
Mai-"Friend hai meri ,achhi wali"
Pappu-"Bhayya ji ,sala dusman ko dost banaya wo bhi saaf suthra....??"
Mai-"nhi to kya banau.??"
Pappu- "Dandwat prnaam Bhayya ji aapki sarafat ko"
Mai- "dekh bhai....."
Pappu- "sorry sorry Bhayya ji,kahe naraj hote hai,hum hi chup ho jate hai,kya hai na hum thode open type hai bahut jaldi mazak karne lagte hai,abhi itna time sath rahna hai to socha thoda friendly rah le"
Yar bat to sahi bola tha wo,mai itna khadoos kab se ho gaya pta nhi.
Mai-"chal koi nhi,ye batao yaha kaise aaye ..??"
Pappu-"train se aur kaise ,sala ek mast...."
Maine beech mai hi tok diya use-"o bhai,collage ki bat kar raha hu"
Pappu- "oh ,Bhayya ji wo to ek uncle ka jugad tha ,karwa diye"
Dil sarm se doob gya ,sala kaise collage aa gye ki jise dekho wahi jugaad se aaya hai.
Bas thodi der yu hi bate hoti rahi ,tabhi Nafisa ka update dikha.
"Flying to India" feeling excited.
Wo India ke liye nikal rahi thi sayad.
Update karke wo fir se offline ho gyi thi.
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A hated love story . . . !
Ficção AdolescenteIn India : " Pagal ho gya hai tu,us Pakistani se pyar karega jiske desh ke kisi aatankwadi ki goli ne tere bhai ki jaan le li . . ? ? " In Pakistan - " lahol bila kubbat,dimag thikane to hai,us mulk ke ladke se nikaah karogi jaha musalmaan ke ghar...
