jee le zara

tu anmol thi pal pal bolti thi aisi chup tu laga ke gayi saari khushiyan khaa ke gayi andar andar se toota main tere ishq mein khud hi se rootha main teri hun saari ki saari main per tere liye bazaarimain

To Mr. Darcy it was welcome intelligence – Elizabeth had been at Netherfield long enough. She attracted him more than he liked – and Miss Bingley was uncivil to her, and more teasing than usual to himself. He wisely resolved to be particularly careful that no sign of admiration should now escape him, nothing that could elevate her with the hope of influencing his felicity; sensible that if such an idea had been suggested, his behaviour during the last day must have material weight in confirming or crushing it. Steady to his purpose, he scarcely spoke ten words to her through the whole of Saturday, and thought they were at one time left by themselves for half-an-hour, he adhered most conscientiously to his book and would not even look at her.