You are complaining to your mom about Zayn in the kitchen.
You:Maa voh kitchen mein ghuste saath chilata hai "GET OUT OF MY KITCHEN" Phir kuch banate banate pura kitchen ganda karke rakh deta hai. Harry ka kuch jyada hi inluence ho gaya hai.
Mom:Y/n thoda dhire baat karo mere kaan phat gaye hai.
You:Sorry.
Mom:Toh aisa karo ki uske andar aane se pehle use churi dikhake bhaga do.
You:Par uske paas bhi chaku hai! (Leh cheekbones)
Mom:Phir ek hi upay hai. *narrows eyes* *creepy voice* *whispering* Uske khane mein mirchi aur masale jhok do. Chup chap maan jayega!😂
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Indian Imagines~2
FanfictionContinuation of the joblessness that turned out to be quite comic. If you liked it I'm glad you came back.
