I am Mrs.Bani walia.
My husband impregnanted me in 18 days in just one encounter.The effect is obvious.
Mr.Walia ne kiya, kya haseen sytham. My harmones harmones na rahe. Gray cells gray cells na rahe.
Chakkar ate hain nau se barah, nimbuda chaka do sanwariyan, hai!
Main lut gayi barbad ho gayi Papa Cobra ki biwi mari tho Mr.Walia ka kya dosh?Accident ho gaya rabba rabba. But woh kaun thi meri maa nikli tho Mera saiyyan ban gaya hai re Killer! Rano ne Cobra ko nearly mar dala (I wish she had! No I take that back.If not for Cobra, chhota Munna kahan se ata? Mr.Walia bharose ke kabil thodi na hain, is mamle me.) tho I told her it's only an accident. But I cannot apply the same principle here. Husband killer nazar hai bachcha sirf mera lagtha hai Pati par attack hua hai lekin mujhe ye nahin dikh tha Because because .. .. .. kyunki.. .. ..
Kyunki Mr.Walia ne kiya, kya haseen sytham. My harmones harmones na rahe. Gray cells gray cells na rahe.
I cannot take it anymore. I cannot believe I have lost my capacity for rational thinking. I cannot believe that I can no longer appreciate that every woman's dream is my husband and he probably loves me to death. And I hate it.
Therefore I appeal to your tender hearts to put me out of my misery by donating a few of your gray cells. I understand that a few thousand will not be enough. But I am kutte ki dum. See how after dogged endeavours I finally cracked the Park road mystery?
Similarly like every drop of water makes an ecean, every grain of sand makes gigantic sand castles I am confident my brain will grow cell by cell till it matches with the best brains in the business!
Baba Mayi reham kar bachcha! Ek cell de aur five stone duaen paa!
Aage aa bachcha punya kamane ka avsar mat kho! Bhagwan tera balaah kare!
Hari om!
Yours celllessly
Mrs.Bani Walia
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