Dear A disgruntled pumpkin- Curcubita Maxima,
I can totally sympathize with your pain. When hubby and I first made our humble abode in the Ranawat mansion, we chose the room of younger Ranawat- Rudra Pratap, the one with a horrendously pretentious name. He was terrifying, always throwing things around. But he never disturbed us, because he slept like a log. He allowed hubby and I our dear private time, and we had numerous little ones running happily around the haveli.
That is, until Mrs. Parvati Rudra Pratap Ranawat came and joined the room. You see, ever since she came along, I don't get a camera angle at all. I've been pushed to mere noises. At least you're on camera.
The glass of milk that so daintily took away your spotlight also took away hubby and my private time. With the little ones around, it's difficult to... get time for ourselves, if you know what I mean. But with that lecherous, evil glass of milk that masquerades as something so simple, we were forced to break the mood due to the retching noises coming from the bathroom.
We tried to be extra loud about our business, knowing we would frighten the delectable beauty that is Parvati Rudra Pratap Ranawat. We expected her to run out of the room, away, leaving us alone to enjoy the peace that comes with just Rudra- but alas. She chose to jump into her hubby's arms instead. That awakened the log sleeper, and he spent half the time yelling at her before she ran out in tears. If the romantic atmosphere wasn't spoiled then, it was most definitely spoiled when Rudra decided to sing Kuch Kuch Hota Hai to manao his wife. I can still hear that besura voice ringing in my head whenever Hubby gets a little close to me and tries to get things started again.
The only good thing she has done is saving us from the wrath of her husband. He threatened to kill us, but she was kind enough to let us go. I'm sorry you were not granted that opportunity.
Sympathetically,
Shipper Mice Patni