GUILTY. EPI NO 01

 GUILTY

EPISODE NO 01

   

 Genre: Ghulam jilani

 "Amy, where are my socks, don't see ... ??"

 Haq Nawaz finally asked Amy after two minutes of unsuccessful attempt to find socks in the room.

 "Look right up there! In your closet the sister was up at night."

 Amy shouted from the kitchen in a busy way.

 "Oh my god ... where to find the wardrobe twice but ..."

 Suddenly, his gaze fell on his twin brother, Saleem Nawaz's feet, reaching from his feet to his face;  In the existence of the Haqqaniist there was a sudden storm of anger and his face shone with rage.

 "Slim !!!"

 He moaned in a rage, with Salem putting a glance at his face wrong.

 "Oh my goodness! Don't let them both rise again, nowadays, your father is still at home. What would you not tell me?  ... "

 Amy baked a handkerchief in her hand and proceeded to the sons' room with a mixed impression of anxiety and anger.

 "You will not be saved by my hand today ..."

 The pro-right leaned toward him with a frown.

 "What's wrong with you? Keep doing your thing or else I will slap you and the granny will miss you ... !!"

 Salim Nawaz further exacerbated it in a burned-out manner.

 "Granny's baby, I'll have that beast in you."

 He pulled Slim's hair into his fist.

 "Right pro ... !!!"

 Haqi Nawaz looked at the door frightened at Amy's voice, where she was hugging him with hard eyes with a stick in his hand.

 "Ahh - Oui ... leave me or I'll unleash your ribs in one ..."

 Slim's hair was still in the fist of the right pro.

 "Why don't you wear my socks?"

 He steadied his grip once more, with Salem's eyes twitching in pain.  In the arms of the right-wing people, whose power was today assumed.

 "False. - When did I wear your socks?"

 "I tell her to leave, what a mischief it is to be a pro?"

 Amy threatens him with a stick in her hand, but Haq Nawaz's eyes look like blood has been shed.

 "I will tell you the truth. Except I say, brother's hair. Otherwise I will not be bad."

 "Amy does this to me all the time ... oh my Amy."

 Slamming the waist, he shouted and left Slim's hair, Slim didn't even take revenge, tearing off his new uniform, which he had just brought from A-Uniform Center yesterday.

 "Everyone loves him, I'm not a son like you."

 Now he was crying regularly. Saleem tried to correct his condition.

 "I say lower the sound or your tongue will speak."  Amy closes Haq Nawaz's cracked speaker with a stick and watches Saleem with investigative eyes - "See here Slim ...?"

 Salim looked in the mirror, displaying detachment and anger.

 "What would this look like, a thief somewhere?"

 Haq Nawaz weeps while crying -

 "Will not the pro-life be back? Saleem has asked you something, did you steal your brother's socks?"

 "What has happened to you Amy, is it right for you to lie? Why should I steal socks for this?"

 "Then why is it so loud both of you, will you live comfortably or not both of you? The whole house has kept its head up low!"

 "Amy I won't drop it. Your neck will twist, Slim just stop."

 Right-wing Slam

 "Just let me break any of your bones in the right way, then keep moving."

 Saleem threatened to clasp his arm, but Haq Nawaz had no influence.

 "It was better to give birth to such a child than die of poisoning. People produce sons for this day? They have been humiliated. What would people think?"

 After Amy's unsuccessful attempt to free the two, they shook and held their head, their courage had answered.

 "Owl's Pats ... !!"

 Suddenly a thunderstorm was heard.  His mom, along with Haq Nawaz and Salim Nawaz, also got their blood dried up. They forgot to fight.  There were no goodies today and that is what happened, a little while later, both of the sons were washed away by Abba's heavy belt.

 "Abu Gb ... sorry GG ..."

 The whole palace was watching Saleem Nawaz's screams, and if Saleem's voice was silenced, Haq Nawaz's pathetic voice began to ring.

 "This man will kill ... will kill his offspring - he does not leave today. Hi - Malone.

 The neighbor's grandmother, Suraya, had spent decades trying to fit her heavy glasses on the nose, but who listened to them, her own children were out of hand.

 "Well, it's okay to have such an evil offspring."

 Corner uncle Ghazanfar shows his idea by spinning a pouch in the ear.

 "Yes. Uncle will have four sticks and then his own intelligence will come to him."

 The day laborer offers his advice by filling a tea grinder.

 "If your four sticks fall, your hands start to move. Let's finish the job quickly and get the job done. It's not over."

 The teacher gave her a nice sweep and ordered it to be two-eleven.  One, two-story plot was vacant in the area and construction work was underway.

 "Just do it - will you kill my children? I'm saying I won't do it later today."

 Amy couldn't bear it and eventually her affinity shook the field.

 "Keep your tongue shut, Samina."  Abu twisted his ear to Salem's knee and struck the right-back of the belt with his belt.  Haq-e-Nawaz shouted - "Because of your negligence, both of them are making mischief" Now the belt was on Salem's waist ...

 "I'm saying you will repent now, leave them angry."  Amy yells at her father's sons, Saleem Nawaz and Haq Nawaz hide behind them and grab hold of Amy's shirt loudly.  "Amy forced the two of them out of her back and apologized for a slap root, and Abba's anger returned.

 "Samina I say go away, you two, I teach them a lesson - they can't understand the language of love."

 "Pardon me, I won't do it now, I will never do it again."

 Dad moved forward with his belt but once again Amy tried to cool them down.

 "Just do not you, both are apologizing now, saying you will not do any riot anymore - do you even limit?"

 Amy looked at Abba diligently and Abba's anger sat there like foam, but with his rasp and his ego high, he looked at his two spats at once,

 "This is the last time, Samina, if both of them have a fight or mischief then I will not forgive you and you will reckon."

 After Abi's departure, Ami saw the innocent little face of Haq Nawaz and Saleem Nawaz, with signs of Abba's tight hands on the spot and then, unaware, he started to sit there crying.

 "How much do you mean to both of you, dearly explained, but strictly you do not listen to me ... You also humiliate your father, you have to listen to me all the time.  Will you do it? My courage has been answered now, pray I will die - then keep fighting and dying "

 They both sat down at Amy's feet, crying with hesitation.

 "Amy, now we will never forgive the fight or us."

 Haq Nawaz lied to them and said, he was very sensitive. He could not see Amy crying.

 "Amy always does the right thing to start a fight."

 Saleem cried, saying that Haq Nawaz's heart wanted his key to be chewed a bit but only because of Amy, realizing that he had drunk every nonsense of Salem.

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 "Why are you sitting inside all the time, come out and talk no matter, the daughters just like to laugh."

 "That's what Jimmy is ..."

 "Well, tell me these things, that I saw the modest bhabhi suit he wore at Baji Parveen's daughter's wedding?"

 When he mentioned his fate, Komal tried to remember but Amy did not give him much respite.

 "Huck, don't you remember? Silky suit with light colors - I just got married the day before yesterday. What did you forget about your dress for that dress?"

 "Oh well that one - I missed it."

 "Yes, yes. - Look at the work of the barber? Hubby has copied my suit. Whatever I have, it can't be relaxed unless they wear the same stuff. People's money with it.  Nature does not change ... "

 "Gimme ..."

 "So what else? The big bows didn't see how they were talking, humbly? If they are from inside, they belong to the poor family."

 "Gimme ..."

 "Hi, I'm talking to you and you've started gimmicky. - Are these girls?"

 "What do I say, Amy, you tell me?"

 Komal looked at them helplessly but Amy's mercury had touched the seventh heaven.

 "Don't do anything, go and lie down in the room like a primitive demon. You can't expect anything other than my daughter."

 Amy searched the pinky room number on her mobile and said in a humorous tone, "Komal was not nice to Amy, but she was helpless in this matter.  Interested in clothing, jewelry and shoes. It had a different world, which had books, information books, religious books, societies, books for all kinds of economic things - beautiful scenes, fragrances, beautiful ideas.  Amy wanted to sit down with him and talk to her, not people - but!

               She walked to the kitchen thinking that she would try to fix her mood by making tea for Amy because Amy had a habit of drinking evening tea.

 "Listen girl, I got my room number just two, my eyes have stopped working."

 She quickly matched the number and five minutes later she left with tea and salted biscuits - Amy had already finished eating with the sorrow.

 "Well my daughter, go to charity. Only my daughter knows me. But where is your tea?"

 "I won't drink, Amy. It's hot."

 "No, you bring an empty cup. We will drink half of our mothers and daughters."

 Amy said affectionately.

 "Amy, your tea will be cool in these things, here I am taking salt, now?

 He looked at them with his hands in his hands to comfort them.

 "Repent, this girl has left some food."

 Amy sucked the tea in an unsatisfactory way, but the bitter tea satisfied her inside.