Arrange Marriage | Naseem Shah | ff |
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???-toh appka beta karta kya Hai
Mr shah - ji bowler Hai
???- ji bowler toh Hai magar karta kya Hai
Mr shah - (in mind abb kya Bolen lagta Hai inhein cricket dekhna pasand nahi Hai ) jii Balochistan ka DSP Hai
???- ohh police mein Hai yeh toh achii Baat Hai
Mr shah- toh hum yeh rishta paka samjhe
???- hummari toh Hain Hai
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