"teen cups??" kalyan asks shocked.
"haa ek noor aur ek bhaiya ka"
"tho parcel kyu nahi karwaya?" faizi asks.
"kyuki unke taraf se me peeunga!" ansh scoffs.
"TEEN cups?" faizi yells but lowers his tone after glancing at kalyan.
"nazar mat lagao! agar apko bhi peena he tho order karke peeyo!" ansh gives him a side eye.
"diahhrea hojayegi tujhe ansh! washroom me hi rahoge!" faizi says while laughing.
"bhaiya apko pata he kya hua" ansh starts his sob story with a crying face.
"HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAH BWAHAHHAHAHHA" faizi starts laughing and spits his coffee all over ansh and kalyan.
They get up in an instant and look at him disgustedly while wiping the coffee.
"BHAIYA!"
"FAIZAL!"
They yell in unison but faizi couldn't stop laughing.
"Tune itna kiya aur wo billi bhag gayi?" faizi asks while holding his stomach. He wasn't able to open his eyes due to excessive laughter. Once he opened his eyes, he realized the mess he caused.
He cursed himself under his breath.
"Bhaiya papa pe thooke tho chalo jane deta! Mere upar kyuuuuu!" Ansh whines.
Kalyan whacks ansh's head and tells both of them to go to his cabin.
A cadet who was coming there whistling was only able to see faizi.
"Ahhhh! Faizal sir!" He spoke to himself and started running towards another direction.
"Ahhhh! Kalyan sir!" He saw kalyan who wore a frown on his face when he turned to the other side.
"Ye kaha phas gaya me? Kis taraf jau.... Dono taraf maut he!" He thought to himself.
"Cadet! STOP!" Kalyan yells at the cadet. The cadet salutes him with a crying face.
"ACC! Ye he tumhara leadership??? Lunch time almost khatam hogayi aur ye log aise awara ghum rahe he?? Isko uthao aur isko jaha jana he waha pohuchake aao!"
Faizi understood the command and picked the cadet up on his shoulder. Then he left him at his squadron.
"Baad me dekhta hu tujhe!" He says while gritting his teeth.
He runs towards kalyan's cabin where he was drying ansh's hair with a book.
He saluted and stood in front of kalyan.
"Bohot dry ho faizi! Dusro ko nahate ho, khud itna dry?? Kitne der lagaye?" Kalyan replies without looking at him.
"3 minutes 13 seconds sir!" Faizi replies.
"193 cream rolls START!" Kalyan orders nonchalantly and ansh widens his eyes. Faizi just does the task as he knows this was not the only one.
"Papa....." ansh says meekly.
"Chup!" Kalyan shuts him up and ansh glares at him.
After a while, faizi stands up sweating. Ansh now understood what being "too dry" meant.
"Done with 193 cream rolls sir!" He yells
"Ansh beta, jao car me betho. Me aata hu, ghar jayenge. Mujhe bhi bhook lag rahi he, lunch time hena." Kalyan says ruffling ansh's hair.
Ansh looks at him and faizi. He decided to wisely stay shut. While going out, he hugged faizi who was dripping with sweat.
"Neeche aao bhaiya!"
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Fauji papa
General FictionA life of a strict father who is a soldier raising his 2 kids along with his duties.
