\"You didn\'t kill him?\"

This time it was asked a little confidentially.

\"Apologise. Baji. He is my husband. He has the right. Um, why did you raise your hands on him?\"

He looked at her with a smile. Then he put his hands on her ears as if she was guilty of some sin.

\"May God spoil a woman like Tamari instead of her.\" Who is humiliated by him every day. What does it mean to be oppressed?

He was very disgusted, so he leaned against the pillow behind him, saying a Dhumka Jarh unpleasantly.

\"Don\'t talk like that, sister. Who else is Amara besides you?\"

He looked at her with a look of misery on his face.

Who was lying happily with her arms spread around the pillow.

\"Give it to me. Cruel husband.\" Chi kum raz ki las zala sata dhalai kai. \"

(Isn\'t that cruel husband who washes you ten times a day?)

He tried to embarrass her with a mocking laugh in his distinctive Pashto language

So instead of being ashamed, he was ashamed

\"Nan baji agha ma sara meena hum dera kai.\"

(Na Baji also loves Um a lot.)

He said shyly while pressing the hem of the dupatta on his head in his mouth

So he had widened his eyes

There was no suspicion of being hit, now she was blushing as if nothing had happened.