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Khyber has held Jodha's delicate forearm in his haathi + tree trunk arm, and is pulling a bed-raggled Jodha along in a forest, morning time,
"Khyber, chodo Hume..!"
He keeps grunting in his trademark tone, perhaps singing love-paens to her like her husband used to earlier.
Jodha, in an un-characteristic gesture that bordered on cruelty from her side, picks up mud & throws it on Khyber's face, who begins shaking his head from side to side, looking like a great, big shaggy dog after a mud-bath.
Jodha, runs away, but keeping in mind her position & Begum-E-Khaas station, runs away delicately with her gold lehenga in her hand.
Ruqaiyya will be proud.
Not only for the 1002333958484th Gunaah-E-Bewakoofi committed by the Raajvanshi Rascal, but by her fine handling of such besh-keemti attire.
P.S. Wait.. Was it the 239582938485848333th G-E-B? (Gunaah-E-Bewakoofi?) đ¤
Geet - Hui Sabse Parayee
