6. My Neighbor!

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"Thanks Baggy!For Bringing them

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"Thanks Baggy!
For Bringing them.
Warna Shri mujhe khajaata."
(Thank you Bhagwant.
For bringing these brownies otherwise shridhar would have eaten me)

Malar yelped taking Brownies and flowers from Baggy near the college gate as she forgot the brownies,Shri asked her to bake for him.

"Anytime Didi."

Baggy smiled and waved at her a good bye.
Malar went to the cafe with the brownies,which were packed in her official Pollyanna bakery box and flowers with a seal of her shop named Meraki.

Shri who was sitting on the corner table with an angry face looked at her and his face lit up as he saw Malar.

Malar rolled her eyes at him and placed the things on the table.

"Lalchi Aadmi.
Khush ho ab.
Bake ki thi Maine magar laana Bhool gayi."
(Greedy man. are you happy now? I baked them but I forgot to bring them.)

She narrowed her eyes as she saw Shri opening the box of brownies and smelling them.

"Han Jo bhi hai.
Thanks for the Flowers."
(Whatever it is)

He grabbed the flowers and smelled them.
She smiled and sat near him,grabbing a brownie from the box.

"These are mine."

He slapped her hand.

"Hawww!
I baked them."

She opened her mouth in shock.

"But you baked them for me."

He yelped as he saw Malar glaring at him,which she does when her anger reaches a limit.

"You didn't even pay me."

She snapped at him.

"I am never going to pay you."

He gave a sheepish grin while stuffing the brownies in his mouth.

"Makkaar Aadmi."
(Cunning Man)

She rolled her eyes and looked at her watch.

"You didn't go to JD's home yesterday?"

She asked with mysterious eyes.

"No!
I had an assignment to finish."

He spoke while munching.

"Tumhain pata hai?"
(Do you know that?)

She lowered her voice and bent near his ear.

"Kya?"
(What is that?)

He whispered.

"Ksi ko batana mat."
(Don't tell anyone)

She whispered.

"Why are we whispering?"

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