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Paro is tempted to spill her gut to KakiCumMasi(KCM) but somehow the RadioMirchi song gets croaked in her throat.
hey i just hate him
but this is crazy
can't give you birpur number
so save me, maybe
KCM feels a slow burn as she realizes she cannot lease those puppet strings from Bholenath to make Paro dance to her tunes.
Meanwhile, Moonchiya is busy with his weekly sax-therapy session with Laila. He complains that the beautiful, delicate Sexy Kamariya who molds so nicely against him, and fits so nicely in to his arms, is a headstrong chit of a girl. Laila, who is pissed about her rare bi-weekly Mandatory Monday appearance, asks Rudra to use his "weapons, guns, ammunition". Moonchiya thanks her and leaves her to her "devices". Poor Laila will have to rely only on "devices" going forward.
Moonchiya huffs and puffs into the haveli in his green kurtha missing buttons(courtesy over-eager Laila). He orders decoration consisting of blue bells, blue balls and blue moons.
Haiyooo Thakurji mhare dil ke raja padhare finally after weeks of traveling India attending the conference for All Natural Organic Enhancement Methods Organization. He tells his goons to enter every household in chandangarh by force, to search the girl. He recommends Bhima and men disguise themselves as Insurance Agents - that should make forced entry into houses seem very natural.
Mythili & Sunehri are symbolism experts of blue color code and tell Paro all about their blue color theories. But Paro only has eyes for the roasted almond eyes of Moonchiya and whenever she looks at him she gets the Big Shiva Lingam Alert - dheem dheem thana dheem dheem thana dheem dheem thana.
Moonchiya breaks the tea-set because waiting for Paro to set the cup on the table before pouncing on her would have been so boring.
Paro: Let me go. You look foolish in that Kurtha. ha!
Rudra: Athi Sundar, Your wrists are as smooth as butter
Paro: Don't dare me.
Rudra: Isn't this what you wanted? Paa..rr..oo
Paro: Shit! you figured it out. Dhak dhak dhak heaving
Rudra: Tell me na, you like it real rough or real slow and smooth?
Paro: Shut up! You didn't tell me either, screamer or moaner?
Rudra: Dream girl, you dream of butterflies, i dream of shooting birds for butterchicken. We are so different na?
Paro wonders had the tea splashed on other places on her body, would Rudra wipe them all? She decides to test her theory later.
Finally kostin
Why do all explosive secrets land inside the ghoomar ghaghra of KCM?
