Mr. HansH (Ishq Mein Marjawan)
Bickering

Don't ask me to be honest, it's impossible. Wh why? Because it would make HansH hurt, hate me, angry and angry. He might even send me to jail or worse, he'll kill me.

It's impossible that he'll say it's okay I lied to him, it's okay if I'm not the real Alisah, he'll still love me no matter who I am. IMPOSSIBLE!

So what should I do?

"I don't know" said Neha. "Perhaps before this wedding is prepared further, you should talk and make sure that Brother Sanjeev won't mess it up."

Oh my...! That's also IMPOSSIBLE.

It should fittings wedding clothes later. Argha!

"Zia?"

"Emm? What's?"

"You need me? You can stay at my apartment. I don't want you to be alone. You're agitated yourself. I can't see you like this, Zia."

"You're the one staying at our house, Neha," Nandini suddenly interrupted. "I mean you can sleep in Kak Alisah's pavilion. Hows it? I think it's better. You see.if Kak Alisah is staying at your place, Kak HansH will definitely mind." Nandini smiled cheerfully.

Neha smiled back. "All right then. I'm okay, anyway."

Nodding, I knew what Nandini said was true, HansH would not agree.

"Yeah, instead of HansH worried and there I can't sleep because it must be called continuously by him, mending you just stay at Mahesvara's house, huh? Please...?"

So, we brought Neha home with us. After coming from the boutique and stopping by for a while to the souvenir shop, we immediately went home when the afternoon sun began to dawn.

And, unexpectedly, Mr. Sanjeev was there, his car parked outside while he sat alone with Parvani in the living room.

"Hi, Brother..," said Nandini who immediately scattered into the arms of Brother Sanjeev. Sanjeev welcomed us happily, hugging us one by one, including Neha.

All is well, but after that...

"Hey, sister," - Neha walked quickly towards the photo that was attached to the wall - "this is a photo of Auntie, right?"

The deg!

"Yes, this is a picture of Aunt when she was young" she said mercilessly. "I remember very well the face of Auntie. Keep this...is this Brother Sanjeev? But kok...? What isn't, huh...? But how similar is it? Like Sanjeev in the old version. Oh, my God, I swear, this looks a lot like you, brother. Like a brother, uh no, no, no, but like a son and a father. What is this...?"

Everyone stared dumbfoundedly, while I was silent, frozen, silent....

My God, what are you doing, Neha? I know you meant to sacrifice yourself for me. But not with an impromptu like this. You scared me....

"What's wrong? Why are you all quiet? Don't you guys trust me? I'm serious, it's a picture of Sis Sanjeev's mother" Neha said. "But strange, anyway," -- he looked back at the old picture frame - "I was confused, why is this picture here? And this face, this is exactly Kak Sanjeev's face, but this isn't a picture of uncle, is it?"

My God, how reckless Neha was, while I was? I can't say anything to help her with her efforts to help me. This was more terrifying to me than when I was desperate to get into the flames when I tried to save Neha.

"What are you saying, Neha? It's not a picture of my mother. Anyway-"

"Didn't you? Not from where? This is definitely a photo of Auntie. Old Sister can not recognize your own mother?"

"Geez, I may not recognize my own face. Yes it is similar. But no, it's not my mother."

"No, no, no. I'm sure Brother is wrong. Then okay, let's liken it to Aunt's picture." Neha reached into her handbag. "I have a picture of Aunt on my phone, let's take a look."

"Stop, Neha!" Sanjeev's brother is beaver. His face was red and I was scared to see it as emotional. "What the fuck are you? Can't you listen to me? Heh?"

Neha's phone broke. Sanjeev's brother snatched it and slammed it on the floor.

"That's enough! Don't cross the line. Youunderstand?"

Sanjeev's brother passed by with his anger.

"What's wrong with you guys?" sheveni asked, coming from behind, removing the headphones from her ear. "What's this about? Why are you all crying?"

Nandini.

"Come on, don't shut up. Tell me what's up?"

"I'm sorry" said Neha who had just picked up her phone. "I didn't mean to...."

"It's okay" said Nandini. "Actually we all already know who really is Mr. Sanjeev. It's just that we didn't expect him to keep insisting on keeping his identity a secret."

Oh my God, it turns out Aunt Heera told them all. Did Auntie also say that she knew that story from me? And does HansH know that too? Oh my, how is this? But why was HansH silent? Did Aunt Heera keep her promise not to mention my name? Hope so. I hope that.

"If you knew, why did you just shut up? He's your brother. Your family."

"We're thinking of a way, asshole!" Sheveni. "And you ruined it all."

"Neha accidentally Sheveni. I'm sure he didn't mean anything bad. So please, you don't blame Neha."

"You're the same as him. Basic people from the middle class! You can just mess up. Troublemaker!"

"Enough, Brother!" Nandini. "No need to blame each other. Maybe this is the way. This happened anyway."

"Oh my God, you keep defending them, Nandini. They are both clearly guilty. How now? Sanjeev himself deliberately hid his identity from all of us, and now that things have become chaotic, how can we extract information from him? You guys are useless! I'm so sick of seeing you guys! You better go! There! Get out of our house!"

Oh my God, I could have held out for myself even though Sheveni drove me out of Mahesvara's house. But not by defending Neha. How can I keep a guest in someone else's house if I'm obviously just a guest in that house? So, yeah, that's it.

"Come on, Neha, we're getting out of here."

"No," Nandini and Neha said compactly.

"Sorry," I said. "But I have to go."

"I'm the one who left, Zia."

"I was also cast out, Neha."

"Yeah, you two got kicked out. Go quickly!"

"Sister, don't do it!"

"Don't defend him, Nandini!"

"Enough, Brother! Letting Kak Alisah go is the same as hurting Kak HansH. You understand that? You got it, didn't you?"

"It's none of my business! What matters is this street girl* get out of here right away!" Sheveni breezed haughtily while muttering an obscure thing.

Oh my God, I'm really tired of all this. There was another fight between us.