"You wanna see the ponies?"
"No, I don't."
"Great! Let's go."
"What the bloody- "
❝In which a matchmaker falls in love with a fiery redhead.❞
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Detailed summary inside.
COMPLETED | Romance | Humour | NA
Although the characters are Muslims...
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“How the fück am I supposed to know if the eggs are fresh or not? Isn't that the hen's job?”
Fahad closed his eyes in misery at Aayan's reply before reopening them to throw him a glare. He was teaching him how to make a cake (which he learnt from Fania after their marriage) but Aayan, as always, was proving to be a pain in the back. He'd already learned to cook lasagna and biryani during their last two days' cooking sessions in the evening and now he wanted to make a cake so that he could surprise his wife on their anniversary.
Aayan was a great student, there was no objection to the fact. Fahad was really shocked when he tasted his dishes for he was only guiding him around without playing any part himself and he'd done an amazing job of following the instructions.
If only he could glue that rubbish spewing mouth of his, Fahad would actually enjoy spending time with him in the kitchen.
“Why don't they just ask the hens after stealing their eggs and put a label or something with the birthdate? Hmari zindagi aasan krein thorri.” the raven haired guy mumbled irritatingly while Fahad looked heavenward.
(Make our lives a little easier.)
“I asked you this question to show you how to check a fresh egg!” said Fahad, throwing his hands up in exasperation. “Not because I was interested in hearing your idiotic thoughts about hens and their egg business.”
Aayan narrowed his eyes at him before letting out a scoff. “Well, I'm hearing now.”
Fahad stared at him for some seconds before rolling his eyes and moving forward to grab an egg. He showed it to Aayan while saying;
“If you want to make the best cake out there, then you should have fresh ingredients. And to check if an egg is fresh or not, simply drop it in a bowl of water. If it floats, then it's old. If not, then it's fresh.”
The raven haired guy's eyes lit up in excitement as he snatched the egg from his hand and started looking for a bowl. Fahad was watching him with a befuddled look as he filled a bowl with water and made a move to drop the egg in it from over his head, making his eyes pop out in horror.
“What the hell?!” shouted Fahad, while throwing his hand out to grab the egg from his hand. “Bomb nahi girana, pagal kahin ke! This is not World War III, you can put it gently on the water surface, okay?”
(We're not throwing a bomb, stupid!)
Aayan's face fell and he threw him a scowl while crossing his arms over his chest.
“This is so boring.” he stated. Fahad clenched his jaw.
“Then why are you torturing me here? I can spend my time texting Fania instead of losing my brain with you!” he said out loud and Aayan inhaled a deep breath before nodding his head.
