My Lady is vexed

Tring, tring.. the ringtone buzzed out, "not again, please" was the gesture of my Shahl staring at her cell phone popping up a misleading name than of mine to confuse others. "You know Ziya, you always look good at your office, sitting across your system breaking your head", she thundered & continued, "at least you dont find reasons to call me every now and then". "Hmm ! right madam", so my lady was vexed owing to the accelerating frequency of my calls which sometimes bugs her at times when she is tied up with her daily chores. "Vexed, what do u mean, sounds something else as you happen to pronounce in different way", she enquired being a little perplexed. "O yeah ! I got it, I exclaimed, "heck man, your head has all junk in it" she posed getting irked. Soon the atmosphere turned jovial and we went ahead laughing & giggling all the time till I winded up. Soon she turned off her cell, so that she could sleep, though this was my so called prudent advice but I didn't knew that I have to suffer for the advising something incredible trying my grey cells. She kept for long & when I called up luckily she had just made her cell back to life & it ranged. She glanced with utter shock & tossed the cell to our all time favourite bhabhi who picked the phone trying pull my leg in a form of catty solicitor trying to interrogate some lethal criminal. But soon we laughed at this unsuccessful venture of her attempt to take me for a ride. Seldom though my lady gets vexed, but its mere superficial since she also loves to get vexed often my growing number of calls.