"Mujhe jhelna mushkil hai nader," she said with a smile while her gaze was fixed on the table. ("It's difficult to tolerate me, Nader") "Main jhel lunga," I replied. ("I'll manage") She looked up towards me, then continued. "Mai khubsurat nahi hoon," she said. ("I'm not beautiful") "Mere liye behad khubsurat hoon...
"Leave my hand I don't want to marry you" I shouted but he placed the gun under my chin and held my hand in a tight grip "I dont care you are marrying me and that's it" . . . Adhir Singh Rathore was a rude man who never knew what love is, but when he saw her he fell for her it was not love...