Trenti gets off the phone and knocks on Mala's room door.
"kya na?" maala chillaaya.
"mujhe aapase kuchh poochhane kee zaroorat hai," unhonne kaha.
"kya nahin hai?" usane daravaaje par jaakar use kholane ko kaha. "mujhe aapakee madad chaahie, meree premika stesee ..." unhonne kaha.
"aapakee garlaphrend?" usane chaunkate hue poochha.
"jo bhee aap ise kol karana chaahate hain, dekho, vah angrejee mein bura sangharsh kar raha hai, aur use apane angrejee pepar ke saath madad karane ke lie kisee kee aavashyakata hai taaki vah vyakti aapake saath ho sake?" usane poochha.
"main usakee madad kar sakata hoon, aur use dikha sakata hoon ki kaise ek uchit haee skool angrejee nibandh likhana hai," usane drdhata se kaha.
"nahin, us tarah kee madad nahin. use usake lie kisee ko karane kee jaroorat hai," unhonne samajhaaya.
unhonne kaha, "nahin, ... yah galat hai, main aisa nahin kar sakata."
"krpaya mere lie karo, main use kho sakata hoon, main vaastav mein usakee paravaah karata hoon. main tumhen bhugataan kar sakata hoon," unhonne kaha.
"tum jaanatee ho kya? main usakee madad karane ja raha hoon, lekin main usake lie nahin kar raha hoon, use dopahar ke bhojan par skool kee laibreree mein mujhase milane ke lie kaho," vah sahamat huee.
unhonne kaha, "maala bas krpaya vah karen jo aap kabhee bhee e ko paane mein madad kar saken."
"Just tell her to meet me there," she said swiftly closing her door.
"bas use mujhase milane ke lie kaho," usane tejee se apana daravaaja band karate hue kaha.
Hindi Translator: Ciara Webb
Author Ciara Webb
Story written by Ciara Webb
Co-author Mansi Rupesh More
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