My friend Khalil and I made a plan | Witchcraft and us

During my college days, there was a boy in our neighborhood who was prayerful and quiet, we used to call him Shah Ji.

We used to give him any kind of silver leaf inside a cigarette, he would make it into a pill, put it in his mouth, then take it out, read something on it blow it, and put it on our palm. Close your fists. Believe me, the palm was about to burn and we had to throw away that paper. We checked his hands etc. but never found the presence of any chemicals. He even told this process to a close friend of his and he also performed this trick.

My friend Khalil and I made a plan

That man, somehow we will learn this and will surprise and disturb everyone. Well, now we used to follow Shahji and reach his house every day for gossip. Finally, one day he got tired of our day and night troubles and told us that process.
According to Shahji, if you recite this process after Isha prayer one hundred times for seven days, you will learn how to heat paper.

Then Shahji came in awe and said, “

If you read it eleven hundred times for eleven days after Isha prayer, then whoever you recite and blow on it will be yours. Of course, whether it is a man or a girl, he should follow you but don’t tell anyone. My anger flared up at him and he said, “Shahji, if you blow on the buffalo by mistake, she will also be behind you.” Shahji expressed a little disappointment. But he did not say anything and Khalil also asked to keep his mouth shut.

I thought it was futile to fall into the circles of girls etc.

And still, in my novels, you regretted that there was any love scene, so I said to Khalil, Man, I will do a seven-day act now, see what you have to do. Khalil laughed and said no, small action is fine. Now both of them started the process. One morning I caught the tasbih in Khalil’s pocket and then he accepted that he was doing the big one. By the grace of God, my seven days have been completed.

In the morning, Khalil took out a clean shiny paper from his pocket and gave it to me because his father was a heavy smoker.

Now I made it into a pill, put it in my mouth, then took it out, blew it repeatedly under my breath, and placed it on Pana Khalil’s palm and asked him to close his fist, but despite keeping his fist closed for a long time, something happened. It didn’t happen. He said, “Man! It seems that the saliva is not much and doesn’t blow dry. Once I licked the paper and rolled it, then I blew the saliva in my mouth, using the force of my lungs, and the paper was Khalil’s paper. He also washed his mouth. Well, he didn’t mind at all and cleaned his mouth and put his palm forward.

I told him, “Brother, I have a lot of money to keep the palm from burning to the ground.

And very carefully placed the paper on his palm and asked him to close his fist. He gritted his teeth closed his eyes and clenched his fists because of the expected heat. I was now waiting for when the paper would be hot and when Khalil’s screams would come out, but nothing happened and I was left with my mouth shut. In the evening, when I met Shahji, he pointed out my mistake and said that it must have been too much, to try again, but now Mabadulat was so busy that he would not start again.

Now pin all hopes on Khalil, whose operation was completed four days later.

Finally, that auspicious day arrived when Khalil’s eleven days were completed. He and I met in the afternoon. Those were summer days. The entire neighborhood was buzzing and we were sitting under the peepal. Khalil was very excited and kept saying that he felt a strange force rising inside him. I said Man I don’t see any Tarzan or Romeo in you but he was very confident.
Suddenly she shouted “Again!

I thought that maybe a witch had come upon the people.

But then I saw that Khalil was looking very excited and his eyes were wide open. When I followed him, I found that he was scolding Nik Akhtar Phatan, the daughter of a very fighting woman from a poor neighborhood who lived on another street. It suddenly appeared on the corner. I immediately wanted to slip away, but Khalil grabbed my arm and said, “Look, the perfection of the action has not been blown yet, my friend!”Let’s perform it in a real-world example later! Saying this, he moved towards Phatan, reading the process under his breath.

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