majazi khuda

...what kind of  ironing is done on my kurta, just look at sleeve  the crease is not neat at all ,  you are good for nothing woman 

Junaid and  zen  had come to stay with their  youngest  khala  afya  when suddenly  khalu appeared  meticulously dressed in stark white   outside and roared 

Thousands of times  I have told you not to touch my  clothes  , you can't do a thing properly,  rotis that you make are terribly  hard  and difficult to eat  , you don't know how to  set milk to curd

She faltered  sge had  pressed all her energy while  ironing his kurta  

  Husband s bad mood was frightening  her tongue  couldn't find  words to speak,  she turned pale  tge tea tray sge held trembled 

From where do you  get brains  get a pinch of it for yourself,  don't you have any sense 

Both  Junaid and zen  witnessed  their khala  s humiliation  in stunned silence