Islamabad se Lahore, bus k zariye safar k doran Aasif sahb ko aisi seat mili jahan aik aurat
bhi baithi huee thi.
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Jiss ne masshoor kun khushboo wala scent laga rakha tha.
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Lahore pohnchnay se zara pehlay Aasif sahb ne uss aurat ko mukhatib kartay huye poocha: "Aap kaun sa scent istamal karti hein? Main bhi apni biwi k liye khareedna chahta hoon."
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Ab bus stop per ruk chuki thi, aurat apna bag sambhaal kar uthtay huye boli: "Agar main aap ki jagah hoti to apni biwi k liye scent na khareedti... Agar aap apni biwi k liye yeh scent khareedein gay to har shakhs uss se yehi sawal karay ga."
.
.
.
Jiss ne masshoor kun khushboo wala scent laga rakha tha.
.
.
.
Lahore pohnchnay se zara pehlay Aasif sahb ne uss aurat ko mukhatib kartay huye poocha: "Aap kaun sa scent istamal karti hein? Main bhi apni biwi k liye khareedna chahta hoon."
.
.
.
Ab bus stop per ruk chuki thi, aurat apna bag sambhaal kar uthtay huye boli: "Agar main aap ki jagah hoti to apni biwi k liye scent na khareedti... Agar aap apni biwi k liye yeh scent khareedein gay to har shakhs uss se yehi sawal karay ga."
