"Sir?" Faizi asks confused.
"Behre ho kya?? Ground me jake rolling karo!" Kalyan yells at him again.
"Sir par me bahar jana chahta hu..."
"Haa bahar hi jake rolling start kar!" Kalyan says now standing up.
Faizi gets stratled and runs into the ground. All he wanted was to escape this and get out of this academy but he was stuck doing the same thing again.
He starts rolling on the ground and kalyan comes after a bit.
"Naam kya he tumhara?" Kalyan asks in a hard tone.
"Fai.. faizal qureshi sir!" Faizi utters while rolling with great difficulty.
"Faizal! Tu tab tak rolling karega, jab tak me tere mu se ye baat na sunu ki tu academy me hi rehna chahtha hai!" Kalyan says and faizi freezes mid air.
"Sir please chod do mujhe..." he pleads
"Why did u stop rolling cadet? Hindi samaj nahi aati kya?" Kalyan glares and faizi continues rolling defeated.
He kept rolling for an hour straight. His palms were bleeding from all the friction from the sand on the rough ground. His pace has significantly reduced since he started.
He came and stood in front of kalyan.
"Academy me hi rahoge?" Kalyan asks.
"Sir please mujse nahi hoga! I'm not fit for the army! Meri family me koi army me nahi tha, i don't know how to survive here..." Faizi pleads.
"ye jawab nahi chahiye mujhe! Get lost and start rolling." Kalyan says and faizi continues rolling.
Kalyan went somewhere and brought a bucket full of water to the ground. Everytime faizi stopped rolling on the ground, he threw the freezing cold water on him.
"Rolling rukni nahi chahiye!" He says while mercilessly pouring the contents of the bucket on faizi.
This made rolling even more difficult as the sand and dust particles on the ground were getting attached to his wet body increasing the friction and pain when he touches the ground.
The water being ice cold didn't help anything either. He was shivering while rolling while getting pricked by the sand on the ground.
After another hour and kalyan cursing him out while pouring water everytime he stopped, he came towards kalyan practically crawling on the ground.
"Academy me hi rahunga sir..." faizi says accepting his defeat. He understood that kalyan has no intentions to send him home, so he decided that rather than getting rogered by kalyan, it was better with his seniors. Atleast they weren't as heartless as kalyan is.
"Follow me" kalyan says with a smirk.
Faizi's palms, elbows, knees were bleeding and he was basically limping to kalyan's cabin.
Kalyan closed the door and faizi panicked.
"Maaroge?" He asks scared.
"What?" Kalyan laughs out.
"Don't worry! Me doosro ke bacho par haath nahi uthatha." Kalyan says and faizi was relieved. It was a strange answer but atleast he was safe.
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Fauji papa
قصص عامةA life of a strict father who is a soldier raising his 2 kids along with his duties.
