Thread of Hate

CHAPTER 2

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•ADITYA•

I know it's the doing of Isha. Huhh.. Why can't she understand I hate this girl. I don't know why but I CAN'T TOLERATE HER DAILY.
I was talking to Isha on call. She called me. It's already 10PM and like always I was going to cook for myself and she called in between.

"I am not going to do that." I said in a calm voice but i was getting irritated.

"Shut up Aditya!! She is having period upar se use khana bnana bhi nhi ata. Just make her something delicious ok not delicious but something." She said.
(She doesn't even know cooking!)

"Toh tune apne sare dost apne jaise kyun dhunde hai? Kisi ko ata bhi hai khana bnana? Even kisi ko kuch kaam krna bhi ata hai?" I asked getting irritated.
(So why did you find every friend of yours like you? Do they even know how to cook? Do they even know how to do simple chores?)

"Haan, Inaya, Harsh and ayat, oh ya and you also bro, knows cooking." She chuckled.

"Shut uppppp!!!!! Aghhh! Yaar mujhe uski shakal phir se nhi dekhni, you don't know how I controlled myself!."
(I don't want to see her face again)

"Hmm.. I know she is beautiful." She said in a teasing voice "pr etna bhi dhak dhak kaise horiya hai" She laughed.
(But why is your heart beating like this?)

"Shut up isha!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Okay I will not say anything! Just please make something for her warna wo aise hi so jayegi"
(Otherwise she will sleep like this only)

I didn't responded.

"Pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeee Adi" She stretched the word please.

"Ughhh! Ok"

I cutted the call.

"Now you are a cook MR. Aditya congratulations wo bhi uss zeharili chipkali ke liye" I said in sarcasm to myself.

(Mujhe nhi ata iss zehrili chipkali ko translate krna, ye aditya ki ajeeb si hindi😭)

(By the way Seriously? You really think she is zeharili oh come onnn boyy! 😏)

After more than one hour I was standing in front of her door with the box in my hand okay I made Aloo ke parathe just because it was easy to make for me.

I knocked on the dooor.

"Who is it" A voice came from inside.

"It's me your Jaani dushman, can you please open the door without any tantrums?" I shouted from outside and then suddenly the door opened she was standing there holding the door with her one hand and one hand in her night suit pants.

Seriously nowdays night suits are also baggy?

"Kya hai?" She asked without any expression.
(What?)

This idiot girl!!!!!! Huh

"Ye lo" I forward the box to her looking at my left.
(Take it)

"Kya hai isme?"
(What's in it?)

"Aloo ke parathe"

"Tumne bnaye?"
(You made it?)

"Nhi mere bhoot ne, ab jaldi lo"
(No, my ghost made it, take it now)