"Dad, you are getting old. Just drop the act," I said as I leaned back on the couch, looking at my father, who kept on admiring himself in the mirror.

"You know what my bahu calls you with best name bastard Malhotra." I choked on my coffee and watched my father in disbelief.

How does he even know?

"I heard her calling you this when on her pehli rasoi you weren't eating her made food." He chuckled shrugging his shoulders casually as if just a casual name.

"Dad. I think it's enough." I said hiding my embarrassment and sighing at his attempt at doing roasting using my wife's content.