Throwing a handful of water at batul motiya asked her what had happened drawing her attention towards herself, both had come to sit at the spot near the village well where all the women folk got together to wash their clothes, from the well the near by fields were watered and women kept themselves busy doing their laundry
Batul ready to actively take revenge scooped water in both hands joined and threw it on motivation echoing her words what happened, didn't she already tell her all
She began gathering her things, wet clothes washed in the bucket, the wooden washing bat to beat up the thick washing, , so sayyad was quite rascally commented motiya sulking who had just minutes ago shared her romantic episode with him, sayyad was batul s cousin working in Dubai, batul madly was in love with him but he was scared and being in love with a coward is almost suicidal like swinging in the air uncertainly sometimes balancing your feet on the board below for support
It's not him but his father who is rascally, sayyad is just a coward, batul tried to explain her point to motiya
There was no need to fall in love to such a person motiya wasn't convinced
Naturally he doesn't love me said batul it's me who is mad for him, batul looked rather satisfied
Motiya kept looking at her astonished by her explanation
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