"Yeh meri beti hai. She's my daughter." My father introduced me to their employees or we can say, a bunch of three people who were most probably bored with their job and didn't give up the chance of getting a new one but I focused on my father's proud expressions.
And I could do anything for this expressions.
Ahmad, a well-looking guy, long face, rough and tanned skin, wore a purple shirt and grey pants and dad told me to learn from him.
There were two other guys, Pappu and Soni, packing stuff into big boxes and usually do the work of delivering drugs in markets.
Ahmad was blabbing something I didn't understand a word but I was acting that I was understanding every word of his.
"Tumhe samajh aa gaya naa jo maine kaha? Do you understand what I told you?" I nodded, "To ab tum ye vouchers fill up kar sakti ho naa? So can you fill up these vouchers now?"
"Definitely." Thank God he gave me the easiest work.
"Hum apna maal kahan kahan supply karte hain? Where'd we supply our stuff?"
"Sirf Delhi me. Under Delhi." He said monotonously.
"kyu? Why?"
He gave me a bored look. "Apne Abba se pucho. Ask your father."
What jerks my father is keeping.
I screwed up my face and returned to my work. That's why our earns are lower, We should expand it.
As I was lost in my thoughts, Haidar opened the glass door, "Assalamualeikum Ahmad bhai, kya haal hai? Sab badiya? Hamari ladki kaisa kaam kar rahi hai? Assalamualeikum Ahmad bhai? How are you? All good? How's our girl working?" I stood up from my chair, "Oh please, mere liye khade hone ki koi zaroorat nahi hai. No need to stand up in my honor."
"Waleikumussalam Haidar, bohot din baad aaye? Tumhari chotein kaisi hai? It's been days since you have come? How're your injuries?"
"Bas bhar hi gaye. Almost healed."
"Tu yahan kya kar raha hai? What are you doing here?" He tucked his sunglasses on his t-shirt and took a seat in front of me.
"College se wapis aa raha tha socha tujhe dekh lu ke tu kaam sahi kar rahi hai ya nahi yaa phir bas apne baap ka dimag kar rahi hai. Returning from the college, thought I'd see that you're working well or not or just pissing off you father."
"How nice of you. Waise, college aur tum? Kheriyat? Anyways, college and You? Everything's alright?"
"Excuse me? Main wahan ek student hoon. Padta hoon wahan. I am a student there, I read there."
"Sach mein? Tu bas college tab jaata hai jab tujhe aur tere friends ko party ke liye jagha chahiye hoti hai. I am very curios to know ke tu attendance kaise manage karta hai? You just only go to college when you and your friends need a place to party. I am curious Haidar, how do you manage the attendence?"
"Simple, professors ko rishwat dekar. Simple, I bribe the professors."
"Wow, that's not a surprise."
"Chor na, chal kahin chal kar kuch khaate hain. My treat. Drop it, let's go somewhere to eat. My treat."
"O.M.G. Your treat? Us accident ka tujh par bojot accha asar hua hai. That accident has a really good effect on you."
"Haan hua hai. Tujhe koi problem hai? It has, Do you have a problem?"
"Haan bohot zyada. Yes, very much." I continued my vouchers.
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A girl with principle
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