"Priyu!" Rajesh Sharma called for his daughter from the study room of his small bungalow.
"Haan Baba?" His elder daughter, the apple of his eye, rushed into the study, breathing heavily.
"Kitni baar kaha hai bhaag ke mat aaya kar!" He shook his head and forwarded a file to her. "Ye accounts re-check kar, jaldi!"
"Haan, sorry." She laughed and sat beside him, reading the account book. A frown appeared on her face the next moment. "Baba? Ye accounts toh last week hi check kiye the, dubara kyun?"
"Wo Mohini Ji ne kaha ki dubara check karu-
"Phir se!?" She gasped. "Unhe aap par bharosa nahi hai kya? Jab dekho tab, accounts re-check karwati rehti hai wo aurat-
"Priyu, manners!" Rajesh scolded and she sighed.
"Baba, aapko nahi lagta ki ye bahut insulting-
"Beta, ye unka business hai, unhe accounts proper rakhne hai. Main unka accountant hu, yahi mera kaam hai-
"Exactly! Ye aapka kaam hai. Zaahir si baat hai aap apna kaam acche se karoge. Aur jab Moloy Uncle ne kuch nahi kaha toh aap Mohini Aunty ki baat kya sunte ho?" She shook her head in frustration.
"Tu jaanti hai na Moloy Bhaisaab Mohini Ji ke aage kisi ki nahi sunte?" Rajesh chuckled. "Unki biwi ki baat maano patthar ki lakeer!"
"Aise pati kahan milte hain?" Prerna rolled her eyes. "Jo apni biwi ko biwi nahi, maharani bana ke rakhe?"
"Milte hai, zarur milte hain-
"Aapke zamaane mein milte honge!" She shrugged and sighed. "Aaj ke time mein toh sirf dumb ladke milte hain, maa ke laadle, jaise wo Anurag Basu-
"Priyu, tu kyu fikar kar rahi hai? Tuje bhi milega apna rajkumar-
"Muje koi rajkumar nahi chahiye!" She smirked and sighed. "I want a king."
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Story of Our Life
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