"Danish Bhai." He turned his side to see the figure walking in his room with long steps. She was holding a book and mobile in left hand and carefully carrying a laptop in her right hand.
"Hmm?" Danish asked without giving her much attention.
"Danish Bhai." This time the call was like a fake cry and Danish sat down on the bed while placing the mobile upside down on the pillow.
"What happened?" He asked and Fayra made her place on the bed quickly.
"Danish Bhai... PPT..." She fake cried and Danish jerked his head but grabbed the laptop.
"Pakka hai na graduation tum hi kar rhi ho? Qyuki tumhari sari presentations to main hi banata hu." It was a clear taunt and Fayra gave him a disappointed look.
(Are you sure you are the one doing your graduation? Because I am the one who makes all your presentations.)
"Achhi saas banne ke liye puri tarha eligible hain aap, taane maarne ka ek mooqa nhi jaane dete..." She rolled her eyes but then noticed Danish's expressions and smiled sweetly. "I just want to say that you're such a great man, you make amazing PPT, no one can beat you in this task. And you're so kind hearted that you can't see your younger sister with low grades."
(You are fully eligible to be a good mother-in-law, you don't miss a single opportunity to taunt me...)
"Makhan lagana koi tumse seekhe." Danish glared at Fayra then glanced at the laptop screen which was showing nothing other than some blank slides.
(You're an expert in buttering.)
"Aap apni burayi sun nhi sakte aur aapki tareef karo to wo aapko hazam nhi hoti." Fayra huffed but Danish glared at her again, seems he was not in a good mood. "I... I mean... You're such a kind hearted person, you won't deny to help me... Hehe..." Fayra muttered with a fake smile, right now she was ready to butter Danish as much as possible because it was the question of an attractive PPT.
(You cannot hear anything bad about yourself and if someone praises you, you cannot digest it.)
"Haa... Meri achhai ki saza de rhi ho tum. Ab jaao mere liye coffee bana ke laao." It was an order, he set his hair as well as specs before his finger scroll down the page where he could see some information regarding the topic.
(Yes... you are punishing me for my kindness. Now go and make coffee for me.)
"Danish Bhai mujhe aapki ye aadat bohot buri lagti hai, aapse koi kaam bol do to aap mujhse coffee ya chai banane ke liye bool dete hain," Fayra gave him a disappointed look and Danish passed the laptop towards her.
(Danish bhai, I hate this habit of yours, if I ask you to do some work, you ask me to make coffee or tea in return.)
"Fine, I'm going to make coffee, you make the PPT." he knew very well which card should be played at what time.
"Blackmailer." Fayra muttered louder than normal and walked towards the door with loud footsteps. "Coffee should be good, so that this PPT will also be good." He yelled and Fayra came back with same loud and quick steps.
"Zyada drama na dikhaiye, sari information aur research work tayyar hai, aap sirf PPT slides banate hain, it takes hardly half an hour..." And she was gone back with the speed of light, poor Danish didn't even get time to reply, he was just blinking blankly on that scolding. No one other than this girl scolded him this much. And he also didn't heard anyone's lecture other than hers.
(Don't show too much drama, all the information and research work is ready, you just make the PPT slides, it will take hardly half an hour...)
"Khadoos." She huffed while switching on the light of kitchen. "Ek kaam kya bata do chai coffee banwane lag jaate hain." Mumbling that she picked the sauce pan and filled it with milk.
