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"𝘋𝘦𝘬𝘩𝘰, 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘢𝘢𝘧 𝘬𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘱𝘢𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘳𝘢𝘩𝘢 𝘩𝘶, 𝘬𝘦𝘩 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘢 𝘩𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘦𝘬 𝘥𝘢𝘮 𝘥𝘩𝘢𝘺𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘱𝘢𝘬𝘢𝘥𝘯𝘢, 𝘢𝘶𝘳 𝘺𝘢𝘢𝘥 𝘳𝘢𝘬𝘩𝘯𝘢, 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘪 𝘦𝘬 𝘣𝘩𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘪 𝘵𝘶𝘵𝘪, 𝘵𝘰𝘩 𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘩𝘢 𝘴𝘢𝘢𝘧 𝘩𝘰 𝘺𝘢 𝘯𝘢 𝘩𝘰, 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘶𝘮𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘢𝘧 𝘻𝘢𝘳𝘶𝘳 𝘬𝘢𝘳 𝘥𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘢 "
Mayank warned, his one hand busy in pointing the broom towards abhishek, while the another one rested on his hip, he is determined to reshuffle his house, because the tornado standing in front of him with an cheeky expression has surely spoiled up the place in his absence,
Abhishek inclined his head in yes, passing an confident grin towards mayank,
"𝘛𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘯𝘢 𝘭𝘰 𝘔𝘳 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘦, 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘬𝘰 𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘢, 𝘫𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘬𝘪 𝘵𝘶𝘮 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰, 𝘦𝘬 𝘥𝘢𝘮 𝘬𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘢𝘳 "
Mayank glared him, sliding the broom near towards abhishek's back, on toes to penalize the shameless sharma for his harkate, eventually to discover his wrist locked in the firm hold of the devil, who pulled his hand, slipping him in front of his sight,
"𝘖 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘫𝘩𝘢, 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘢 ?, 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘦𝘬 𝘣𝘢𝘳 𝘣𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘢 𝘬𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘩 𝘥𝘦𝘬𝘩 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳, 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘶 𝘦𝘬 𝘣𝘩𝘪 𝘴𝘪𝘬𝘢𝘺𝘢𝘵 𝘬𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘶𝘬𝘢 𝘯𝘢𝘩𝘪 𝘥𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘢 "
Every cardiac muscle of mayank's heart vibrated as the result of this words, it was nothing but just an random ordinary blabber of abhishek, yet mayank don't know why it felt more like an promisable chant instead of an meaningless rant,
But he decided not to play much attention to that,
He kept the glare plastered on his face, the only weapon available for him to overshadow the embarassment and flusterness he feels periodically,
"𝘛𝘶𝘮𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘩𝘰 𝘨𝘢𝘺𝘢 𝘯𝘢 ? 𝘠𝘢 𝘢𝘣𝘩𝘪 𝘣𝘩𝘪 𝘣𝘢𝘬𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘪 𝘈𝘣𝘩𝘪 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘢 𝘬𝘢 𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯 "
"𝘞𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘢 𝘯𝘢𝘩𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘪, 𝘢𝘣𝘩𝘪 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘢 𝘬𝘢 𝘬𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯, 𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘧 𝘶𝘯𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘺𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘶 𝘬𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘺𝘦 "
This time mayank didn't even bothered to show his disbelief, he simply placed the stool exactly below the fan, ready to step upon it, he one last time looked towards abhishek, warning through his eyes to do the work properly, while the latter waved his hands in confidence, showing him thumb's up,
Mayank was cleaning the fan attentively, cleaning each and every portion of it with the edges of feathery broom, a little struggling, but the more struggle was of the fear lingering over him being well aware of abhishek's clumsy experiments,
Abhishek was tightly gripping the corners of the stool, steading it on it's place, he was whistling an local punjabi , roaming his eyes here and there, getting bored, he is definitely not used to this households, only he knew is to lie lazily on the bed during hoildays, and now he was here, cleaning an house along with someone, but as the someone is none other than his pasandinda mard, than he would definitely not being an maid even for lifelong, but still time by time he was getting bored, bored and bored,
