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I just emerged from dousing myself in the cold waters of Birpur ki Water Tanki. The Tanki runneth over, thanks to Abhinav Shukla ji's brilliant deluge of rain in February.
Thakurain was miraculously dispassionate about her son's upcoming wedding. Her flat dialog delivery was a direct consequence of pneumonia she contracted after standing hours in the rain. I could offer an alternate explanation that after weeks of relentless torture of zingers from KakiCumMasi(KcM), I've become immune to subtlety.
Moonchiya's predatory practices might just confuse the ingenue enough to fall head over heels in love with him. The edible lingerie straight from the Spring collection of Victoria's Secret and Jewelry from Kesari Ram's chandangar store are enough make her bite the bait. Speaking of bites, Moonchiya does demand she return the favor in kind, when the time is right. *Shivers*
Lets dissect what the Paro-Moonchiya scene portends for the future of their consumashuns. He will be the dominant force but would not hesitate to shower tenderness on her. We already know he demands that she look him in the eye. Now we know, he would maker her say his name, or variations of his name, such as studmuffin, who-da-daddy, jallad. He will remember every dimension of her body, down to two decimal places. Now add "in the bedroom" at the end of every sentence in this paragraph.
KcM does not approve of PDA, especially not when Sumer's itch continues to spread unabashedly and Sunehri is still in rehab for Dark MAture 18+ Fanfiction addiction. Then a curious case of hemorrhoids elicits a strangely Gollum-ish laughter from KcM. Before the desire for a full fledged, and satisfying scratch threatens to take over, she announces that Paro has to be the local Town Cherry Queen for the Day. As the Cherry Queen, she will ride atop a Float and wave at the villagers with a smile.
Anupamaa
