Nafrat ka toh dastoor
hi Aisa kuch hai,
Insaan zinda hi nhi rehta
Aur nafrat Marti hi nhi
( Hatred It is something like this Man does not live And hatred never dies )
Shayra's P. O. V.
Rajeev handed Shayra her bag as they waited for the mechanic to return.
" Kaam hota gya sahab ( the work is done sir) " the mechanic said.
" very good here is your money " Rajeev handed him the money as shayra hided in the corner.
The mechanic walked out of the room as shayra came out.
" done? " Shayra asked.
Rajeev nodded and said " yes, now tommorow Yash's car will stop after 10 mintues but how are you so sure that no taxi will stop? "
Shayra smirked " this is Delhi Rajeev, Delhi most busy city, it is almost impossible to get taxi in between running traffic and moreover I have assig
