"Danish Bhai." He turned to his side to see the figure walking in his room with long steps. She was holding a book and mobile in left hand and carefully carrying a laptop in her right hand.

"Hmm?" Danish asked without giving her much attention.

"Danish Bhai." This time the call was like a fake cry and Danish sat down on the bed while placing the mobile upside down on the pillow.

"What happened?" He asked and Fayra made her place on the bed quickly.

"Danish Bhai... PPT..." She fake cried and Danish jerked his head but grabbed the laptop.

"Pakka hai na graduation tum hi kar rhi ho? Qyuki tumhari sari presentations to main hi banata hu." It was a clear taunt and Fayra gave him a disappointed look.

(Are you sure you are the one doing your graduation? Because I am the one who makes all your presentations.)

"Achhi saas banne ke liye puri tarha eligible hain aap, taane maarne ka ek mooqa nhi jaane dete..." She rolled her eyes but then noticed Danish's expressions and smiled sweetly.

"I just want to say that you're such a great man, you make amazing PPT, no one can beat you in this task. And you're so kind hearted that you can't see your younger sister with low grades."

(You are fully eligible to be a good mother-in-law, you don't miss a single opportunity to taunt me...)

"Makhan lagana koi tumse seekhe." Danish glared at Fayra then glanced at the laptop screen which was showing nothing other than some blank slides.

(You're an expert in buttering.)

"Aap apni burayi sun nhi sakte aur aapki tareef karo to wo aapko hazam nhi hoti." Fayra huffed but Danish glared at her again, seems he was not in a good mood.

"I... I mean... You're such a kind hearted person, you won't deny to help me... Hehe..." Fayra muttered with a fake smile, right now she was ready to butter Danish as much as possible because it was the question of an attractive PPT.

(You cannot hear anything bad about yourself and if someone praises you, you cannot digest it.)

"Haa... Meri achhai ki saza de rhi ho tum. Ab jaao mere liye coffee bana ke laao." It was an order, he set his hair as well as specs before his finger scroll down the page where he could see some information regarding the topic.

(Yes... you are punishing me for my kindness. Now go and make coffee for me.)

"Danish Bhai mujhe aapki ye aadat bohot buri lagti hai, aapse koi kaam bol do to aap mujhse coffee ya chai banane ke liye bool dete hain," Fayra gave him a disappointed look and Danish passed the laptop towards her.

(Danish bhai, I hate this habit of yours, if I ask you to do some work, you ask me to make coffee or tea in return.)

"Fine, I'm going to make coffee, you make the PPT." He knew very well which card should be played at what time.

"Blackmailer." Fayra muttered louder than normal and walked towards the door with loud footsteps.

"Coffee should be good, so that this PPT will also be good." He yelled and Fayra came back with the same loud and quick steps.

"Zyada drama na dikhaiye, sari information aur research work tayyar hai, aap sirf PPT slides banate hain, it takes hardly half an hour..." And she was gone back with the speed of light, poor Danish didn't even get time to reply, he was just blinking blankly on that scolding. No one other than this girl scolded him this much. And he also didn't listen to anyone else's lecture other than hers.

(Don't show too much drama, all the information and research work is ready, you just make the PPT slides, it will take hardly half an hour...)

"Khadoos." She huffed while switching on the light in the kitchen. "Ek kaam kya bata do chai coffee banwane lag jaate hain." Mumbling that she picked the sauce pan and filled it with milk.

(Just tell him one work and get an order for tea or coffee in return.)

"Is ghar mein to mujhe sabne chai banane wali samajh liye hai. Kuch bhi ho jaye... Fayra chai bana do. Is se achha to main chai ka thela laga leti, abhi tak apne dam par ameer ho jati. Yaha to pocket money bhi chande ki tarha mangni padti hai." Mumbling that she put two spoons of sugar and one spoon full of tea leaves in that then picked the coffee powder and... "Oh no..." She gasped. Instead of coffee she made tea.

(In this house, everybody has considered me a tea maker. Every time they all are like... Fayra, make tea. It would be better if I had opened a tea stall and I would have become rich by now. But Here, I have to ask for pocket money like I'm asking for charity.)

"Ab dobara coffee banau?" She asked herself and clenched her nose. "Main nhi bana rhi, jo ban gyi wo hi theek hai." She muttered and looked at the tea which was on the edge of boiling.

(Now, will I have to make coffee again?)

(I am not making it, whatever has been made is fine.)

Leaving the half burnt pan on the kitchen slab she walked towards Danish's room and "Danish bha..." She looked here and there, no one was present in the room.

"Where is he? Khadoos ghost." Placing the cup of tea on the nightstand she looked at the laptop a small work was under process, she could see. A mischievous smile grabbed her lips.

Placing the cup of tea beside the laptop she opened the book on the keyboard and clicked a picture. With a big smile and a crying emoji she posted the pic on Instagram with the caption Midnight work is a headache but Midnight tea is a treat.

Placing everything on the previous place she looked at Danish's mobile which was beeping every now and then.

"Who is texting him at this time?" It was a curious question. She placed her mobile on the book and picked up Danish's mobile to notice the latest pop-up notification. I just love it, Danish. I hope you will be able to build dreams on the ground of reality. I'm feeling like... Everything is impossible without you.

Fayra's eyes widened after reading the text, she noticed the name of the sender. Maha. Maha Ali. Before she could be a good detective Danish came out from the bathroom and noticed his mobile in Fayra's hands.

"What are you doing?" Instead of answering Fayra passed the mobile back and gestured towards the tea. "Your tea."

"Tea? But I asked you to make coffee." Danish sat down on the bed and Fayra furrowed as if she was confused.

"What? Coffee? No. You asked for tea." She was so confident that for a moment Danish recalled his order. Did he really ask for tea?

"No...I asked for a coffee." He tried to convince himself but then looked at the cup of tea.

"Danish Bhai... Nowadays you're so lost that you don't know what you are saying and what you're doing." Danish blinked blankly and picked his mobile up.

"Maybe..." He shrugged and lifted the cup of tea with his left hand. "I guess I'm overthinking." He took the first sip of tea which was neither too hot nor too cold now. He quickly replied to the text and finished the tea in one go before picking up the laptop.

"Come here and see, is this fine?" Fayra sat down beside him and he started copy pasting the information on the slides. Fayra yawned and placed the pillow in her lap. Resting her elbows on the pillow she lifted her head on the palms and looked at the man sitting beside him.

"Danish Bhai."

"Hmm..."

"Aapko pata hai aap bohot bure hain."

(Do you know you're so bad.)

"Achha... Abhi tak to nhi pta tha, lekin ab pta chal gya. Thanks for this piece of information." Fayra gave him a disappointed look.

(Well... I didn't know it till now, but now I know. Thanks for this piece of information.)

"You're annoying too..."

"Ab Kya chahiye..." He asked with irritation as he knew this drama begins when this girl wants something.

(What do you want this time?)

"Your help."

"I'm already doing it."

"Not this... Umm... Something else." 

"What?" He asked without looking at her.

"Danish Bhai..." Holding his arm she demanded like a cry and Danish sighed. Stopping his fingers on the keyboard he looked at her. "What?"

"Friend ki birthday party mein jana hai... Please." She demanded with puppy eyes. "Mummy papa kyu nhi jaane dete. Danish Bhai aapko to pta hai na meri ek bhi friend nhi hai, mar mar ke to Esha meri friend bani hai, ab uski birthday party me nhi jaungi to use bura lagega na?" Fayra muttered with a fake crying face and the Danish sighed.

(I want to go to my friend's birthday party... please.)

(Why don't mummy and papa let me go? Danish bhai, you know that I don't have any single friends beside Isha, now if I don't go to her birthday party, she will feel bad, right?)

"Can't help dear." He patted on Fayra's cheek who rested her head on Danish's arm with fake crying face.

"Danish Bhai... Please. What's wrong with Mummy and Papa? Why don't they let me make friends? Bisma Aapi's in-laws are Dad's friends. Aren't they? Why mummy papa believe that friends are not good? Aren't Muskan aunty and Arham uncle good?" Fayra's question were valid but Danish didn't have an answer.

"Sorry Fayra, chamu and Sara mami never listen to me in this matter. Let me do this." Slightly pushing her head away Danish started making PPT and Fayra looked at his mobile phone which again pinged, he read a text, replied quietly and resumed the work.

"Is she beautiful?" She asked and Danish looked up suddenly.

"Who?"

"My would be bhabi..." She grinned

"What? Who?" Danish asked. Confused.

"Maha Ali. My would be bhabi?" Fayra grinned mischievously and Danish's eyes glared at her with anger.

"Fayra... Think twice before saying anything." He scolded Fayra before focusing back to the PPT but she didn't like this behaviour.

"Danish Bhai... I tell you everything about my friends and college but you're hiding such a big thing..."

"Shut up Fayra, she is just a client." Danish again glared at her but she rolled her eyes.

"Oh really? A client is texting you at 2 of night? Wow!" She smirked and Danish's blood shot eyes gave her a deadly look.

"Enough is enough! I won't tolerate this rubbish anymore." He roared. Fayra's breath was hitched. She wanted to say something but couldn't.

She was closest to Danish, her love for him was unmatched, and scolding of loved once always hurt more.

Her lips trembled, nose tip and cheeks turned red, and tears gathered in her eyes. After all she let the breath go which she was holding for the last half minute.

Picking her mobile phone and book from the bed she stood up with a jolt and looked at the laptop present in front of Danish. Snatching it with another jolt she was gone.

"I won't talk to him ever... What does he think, I can't do my work? I will. I'll show him."

Cleaning her eyes with the back of her palm she sniffled and sat down on her bed.

Crying and sobbing were her right when her favourite person made her cry. With anger her fingers worked on the soft keys however it wasn't as good as Danish could do.

"Naraz ho gyi?" A voice asked and Fayra didn't look up. She wiped her tears, sniffled and worked on the laptop.

(Angry with me?)

"Sorry." He sat down beside her and grabbed her hand but Fayra pushed his hand away. She was still a cry baby, and no one still couldn't make her off cry other than her father and this man.

"Fayra... Sorry yaar... I was disturbed and your comment regarding Maha... Was inappropriate." She looked up, glared at him while wiping the fresh tears rolling down from her eyes and Danish took the laptop from her grip, at the same time he passed her a big chocolate. His magic still worked.

No one knew the secret of this magic yet.

Fayra glared at him, pushed the curly hair lock behind her ear and snatched the chocolate from his hand.

"I won't talk to you Danish Bhai, you're so bad. You scold me every now and then without any reason." She sniffled and unwrapped the chocolate, without bothering to think about anything she took a big chunk of the chocolate which Danish always keep in stock as he also love to have it.

"There was a reason for sure. Maha Ali is a client. Just it. And you... Shame on you Fayra, how could you talk to an elder in this way." Danish was disappointed but Fayra sniffled and looked away.

"Now stop crying and have it." Again an order, as if Fayra needed his permission to gulp down the chocolate.

"Ab bas bhi kar do," shifting a bit closer to her, Danish wiped her cheeks and grimaced before  cleaning his hands with his pants.

(Stop it now.)

"Why are you scolding me?" Fayra burst out and Danish was shocked. He closed his eyes for a moment and sighed.

"I'm sorry. Fine?"

"Fine... But one more chocolate. And shopping too." Fayra demanded.

"Two chocolates but no shopping."

"Two chocolates and one pizza and a visit to the book fair too."

"Three chocolates, a double cheese pizza with extra toppings and no book fair." Danish came out as a good business and Fayra gave up.

"Fine, but order the pizza right away."

"Order yourself, It'll be on me." She smiled at the order and Danish fulfilled the promise.

Within half an hour a pizza was resting in front of her and Danish took his leave after completing the PPT. Fayra rolled her eyes.

"A client is texting him at Midnight, am I looking fool to him?" She muttered while picking a pizza slice and picked her mobile phone to check Instagram and put the pizza pics on the story but her heart skipped a beat after seeing a reply in the previous story that read Midnight work is headache but Midnight tea is a treat.

When will I be so lucky to have this midnight treat with you?

Fayra's cheeks blushed hard. She thought for a few minutes and replied... With two shy face emoji. 🙈🫣

Still up? She got a message from the other side.

Yeah, some project was pending and tomorrow is the last date so... Fayra replied and took another bite of the pizza but suddenly... But why are you still awake?

Aapki yaad aa rhi hai. Fayra's breath hitched and she was unable to reply to this text. Biting her lip nervously she typed sometimes to reply but there was no appropriate word available.

(I'm missing you.)

Kya hua? Sharma gyi ya bura laga?

(What happened? Felt shy or didn't like this?)

Fayra was again nervous. Her hands and legs felt numb with just this small gesture of love.

Fayra? Did you really felt bad?

No after all Fayra replied and pushed the pizza box aside, pulling the blanket she laid down and waited for the text which the other person was typing for the last one minute.

The long message was enough to play with the string of this girl's heart. She was again unable to reply. She was only blushing hard.

She had seen in many movies that the first love looks more beautiful than everything but here she was experiencing it. 

Say something darling.

Soo jaiye aap, bohot raat ho gyi hai, neend ki kami health ke liye achhi nhi hoti. She replied.

(You should sleep, it is very late, and lack of sleep is not good for your health.)

Aapki Kami bhi health ke liye kuch khaas achhi nhi hai.

(Your deficiency is also not particularly good for my health.)

Bye... Good night. Take care.

Love you. Fayra hid her face in the pillow and thought to reply with the same words but her innocence didn't allow her.

Fayra, don't you love me? She gasped and thought for a moment then sighed.

Bye Arsh. ❤️❤️❤️

Only three hearts were the symbol of her feelings which she didn't dare to utter.

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