RK has therefore decided that his newest spot girl can fulfil weight duties, as her body is proportioned perfectly to replicate a dumbbell.
Proportional swellings and dips as per requirement.
But this does mean he has to watch her diet. Which is what made him run downstairs to check her before she, horror!, gained a few grams, and has in fact, made her move to his room so he can watch her at all times! No munching on crisps while watching TV now, dumbbell Madhu!
There is dumbbell and there is dumb bell.. RK seems to have changed her into both...
RK deposits MB in the room, and she hopes that she isn't going to be left high and dry as she was last night.
RK shows his excellent lung capacity by snuffing Deepali's candle ( not that way, gutter-minds) and we are told what we knew last week: Deepali is Sikky's wife.
Aww, who's a widdle writer trying to do big reveals then, who's a widdle writer?
Off she stalks, unwilling to be treated as dead weight, and with no other action forthcoming.
Wait while I mop up this puddle of goo I turned into.
She concedes, but asks where she will sleep and says that they cannot SLEEP on the same bed. SO true, girl. I feel ya! RK says that no-one has ever said that before. Sexy smile. Madhu looks disconcerted. Did I say the boy is hot? I mean have I made it clear enough? I would not like you to be ill-informed on that front.
Lair of SIKK. Deepali, as frustrated as a cat who has been deprived of its 'nip stash, is railing at her husband, who seems eager to reacquaint himself with wife. She slaps him down and then throws cold water on his burgeoning aspirations by comparing him unfavourably to RK. Sikky looks burnt to a crisp.
Sleeping arrangements are still being negotiated in le grotte a double chaude.
Way to go, hero. Way to make a girl feel jealous of her own alter ego. Wow, that's some top level mind-game playing.
Writers you get a cookie for that. VD, you get a cookie too.
MB awakes from a racy dream to discover that a long bit of hard flesh has overwhelmed her.
She tries to wake him, for lo! he is in the bed beside her. I wish such things happened to all girls. Girls who have king sized beds and hypoallergenic Egyptian cotton sheets and goose down pillows. Just sayin'! RK sleeps on his stomach. Adorably.
But men always exaggerate on matters of size so we'll forgive him. You know? ' It was THAAAT big!' Ya sure, honey!
Fish! I'm talking about fish. Gutter-minds.
RK erects a barrier of cushions between them and asks Madhu to close her eyes and go to sleep. Because just like she can sleep by keeping her lower jaw under rigid control, she can also sleep with her eyes open. NOthing is beyond super Madhubala.
Early morning. DeepLALI is applying makeup. No wonder she has to get up at dawn. The concrete mixer has just left the scene, and she is currently repainting the lip area with a large brush. Use a roller next time. But what happened to the jet lag sweets? Or did you forget London is like four and half hours behind India?
MB is smiling happily as naughty things are done to her in the early morning sun. Someone has taken the time to redo the bed, get a new duvet and get actual pillows for them. Wow, the staff in this house is really good! They can change the bedding from UNDER you! While you're asleep!
MB wakes up, only to realize that although her hand is entwined in hot husband's hair, she is still fully clothed and he is fast asleep. She checks her bosom. Yes, completely covered and unspilly. That's not what was happening in the dream!
Deeplali enters to see her freeing herself and is shocked to see that the two slept together. In the same bed. RK's evil plan succeeded . Because no-one ever, ever, closes their doors around here. Ever.
D sweet-talks MB, and tells her some more RK preferences to which MB gives the eyes of doom, because: 'back OFF biatch, I was his spot for like a week. I know how he likes his tea!'
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