WHAT IS LOVE.....(STORY TITLE.... YOU ARE MINE) (A TRUE LOVE STORY)EPISODE 1

As soon as he stepped into the room. The phone rang. He glanced at his cell phone. Then, in a fit of rage, he hit the white ball on the wall with full force. Hockey in hand and sweaty Tarbtar shirt off and threw on the bed. The phone rang constantly. Now he was sitting on the sofa unbuttoning his shoes. He had not yet been able to pay attention to the ringing of the bell - because he was not here mentally. He was still feeling on the field of hockey. The hockey field, 60 yards wide, was still buzzing with spectators, and today's defeat was shaking him badly. He waited for a while for the phone to ring. Then, after some thought, he got up as if he had been electrocuted. My God! If Lala got a call, how upset he must have been. " Quickly picking up the phone, he looked at the screen. The number flashing on the screen was no stranger. He had been reluctantly answering every call from this number for over a year. He kept thinking for a while. Maybe the person on the other side will feel a little ashamed. But where could his pride come from? He gritted his teeth and received the call. Abdul Darling! Where were you? I waited so long. ”The chirping sound was refreshing. He was trying to calm himself by taking deep breaths. "I was convinced that you were going to be very sad at the moment. That's why I called. Are you crying Great sympathy was being shown. Like the two of them? ”I have a sense of harmony and friendship with Bala, even though he was well aware of the humor hidden behind this veil of sympathy. "Just shut up!" He was furious. He kept cooling himself for a while. "Defeat and victory are part of life. I can't cry over such a trivial matter. ”His tone was strong That's when she chuckled mischievously. "The morale is very high." "Every soldier has high spirits and courage," he said angrily. She knew in that look that he had failed her, and that he would not answer her. O courageous soldier! Today's battle was very painful for you. That defeat will always be remembered. Even forgetting your ball could not go to the "flag post" (where the goal is scored) while Jazm's team scored several goals in a row. My God! Not a single goal was scored by you guys in 70 minutes of play. Very bad! You must have played very badly today. ”Abd's blood boiled as he felt the mischief hidden in his sympathetic tone. "Why the phone?" "The price of gold is rising day by day. That's all I called to say." "Look, Miss!" Abd was about to say something when she quickly interrupted him. "I am Rimsha Ikram. It's been a year. By now you must have memorized my name. " "I would have memorized it when I tried to remember your name." Abdul also wanted to burn it in a sarcastic tone. "It doesn't matter; you will not only memorize but you will also start chanting the rosary of my name." "Great understanding." He was drenched in blood. "Whatever you say." "Just shut up!" Abdul paused again, uttering harsh words. He never liked to talk rudely to women. "You didn't say why you called," he asked in a restrained tone. "So I called to ask you when hockey was introduced in the Indian subcontinent." "By the way, you were playing very badly today. Missed three goals. You're not a good player. " "I you…" "Would you like to offer lunch?" She knew in that look that he had succeeded. He was composing the word once again when Rimsha interrupted him "Why aren't you coming to the club these days?" He was also good at changing the subject. "My will." Abd was stunned. "Come tomorrow." Rimsha's manner was full of bullying. "Why did you arrange my walima?" He asked angrily. "Think before you speak." Rimsha seemed to enjoy it. "By the way, this could happen. The only condition is that you get ready to be the "groom". We'll do the whole arrangement. The salute of 21 cannons will also be ready. " "What do you want?" He asked....CONTINUE.....