Courtoom Confession Part 3: Nature's call page 2||29th Sept - Page 2

The Parrot

Wow that case indeed was Hilarious

but I like how both Maan and Geet are at home none take offence

they just blissfully happy

teasing each other and romance each other

Courtoom confessions Part 3: Nature's call

As I sit at the defence table, I catch sight of Maan across the room, looking every bit the confident prosecutor he always is. He’s sitting there, straight-backed, composed, his expression a mask of seriousness, despite the ridiculous nature of the case in front of us. We’ve handled plenty of absurd cases in our time, but this one? It might just take the cake.

My client, Mr. Richardson, is a man in his mid-thirties who found himself charged with public urination and indecent exposure. It's a case no one in their right mind would want, but my firm insists on balancing out its work with pro bono cases—something about cleansing their collective conscience. After all, when you're defending shady corporate types who may or may not be involved in criminal activities, you need a few "good deeds" to stay on the right side of morality. So here I am, defending a man who quite literally got caught with his pants down, arguing that he didn't mean to expose himself or, worse, pee on someone.

I glance at Maan again, our eyes meeting for a brief moment. There’s a flicker of something there—amusement, perhaps—but it’s quickly replaced by his usual professional focus. Still, I know him well enough to sense that he’s struggling, just like I am, not to burst into laughter at the sheer absurdity of the situation. After all, we’ve faced each other in court over serious matters before, but public urination? This one’s a bit much, even for us.

The judge, an older gentleman who’s clearly seen it all, sighs heavily and motions for us to proceed. Maan stands up first, looking composed as ever, and addresses the jury.

“Your Honour, members of the jury,” Maan begins, his voice as smooth as always. “The facts here are straightforward. The defendant, Mr. Richardson, was found urinating in a public space, which is, of course, illegal. Not only that, but during this act, he exposed himself in full view of others, including the unfortunate couple who were present behind the building. This is a clear case of public indecency, and we are seeking a month’s jail time to underline the seriousness of this offence”.

I can’t help but blink in surprise. Jail time? For relieving himself behind a building? I shake my head subtly, trying to keep my composure. Maan catches my reaction, and though his face remains stoic, I can tell he’s enjoying this just a little too much. He knows what he’s doing, and he’s playing it up for the win.

I rise from my seat, taking a moment to collect my thoughts before addressing the judge. “Your Honour, while my learned colleague makes a grand case for punishment, let’s not lose sight of the actual facts here. Yes, my client, Mr. Richardson, did relieve himself in public. However, this was a matter of urgency, not intent. Nature called, and he answered, as any human would in a similar situation”.

I hear a faint chuckle from the back of the courtroom, but I keep going, my tone measured. “It’s important to note that my client had no idea there were people nearby. He didn’t intend to expose himself or offend anyone. In fact, I would argue that the couple behind the building, who were engaging in rather intimate activities, should perhaps have chosen a more private location for their... romantic endeavours”.

I glance at Maan as I say this, catching a brief smirk on his face before he schools his features back to their usual serious state. He’s struggling not to laugh, just like I am. This case is teetering on the edge of absurdity, and we both know it.

The judge raises an eyebrow at me. “Are you suggesting, Miss Desai, that the couple was at fault for being behind the building?”

I nod, keeping my expression as neutral as possible. “Your Honour, my client had no intention of exposing himself to anyone. The couple’s presence was unknown to him. If anything, one could argue that Mr. Richardson, in his unfortunate choice of a bathroom, may have inadvertently stopped them from committing a more serious offence—public indecency themselves”.

There’s a brief pause, and I can see Maan standing, ready to counter me. Sure enough, he rises smoothly from his seat, that hint of amusement still in his eyes as he speaks.

“Your Honour,” Maan says, turning his attention to the judge and jury, “while Miss Desai seems to suggest that Mr. Richardson was performing some sort of civic duty by interrupting this couple, the fact remains that his actions were illegal. Public urination and indecent exposure are not excused simply because he was unaware of others. The law is the law, and we cannot allow this behaviour to go unchecked”.

I bite back a smile as Maan tries to bring the case back to something resembling seriousness. He’s always so precise, so measured, even when we both know the situation is completely ridiculous.

The judge rubs his temples, clearly unimpressed with both of us. “Miss Desai, Mr. Khurana, let’s stick to the facts. This is a court of law, not a debate on morality”.

I nod, giving Maan a quick glance before addressing the judge again. “Your Honour, the fact remains that my client did not act with malicious intent. He wasn’t aware of the couple’s presence, and his actions, while unfortunate, were not meant to offend or cause harm. A month in jail is far too severe for what amounts to an embarrassing misunderstanding”.

Maan, not to be outdone, steps forward once more. “Your Honour, the law is clear. Mr. Richardson exposed himself in a public space, and regardless of his intent, his actions have consequences. A fine alone will not be sufficient to deter this kind of behaviour”.

The judge, clearly fed up with both our arguments, leans back in his chair. “Mr. Khurana, while I understand your desire to uphold the law, I find a month’s imprisonment for this offence excessive. I’m going to fine the defendant $1,000 for public indecency. Case dismissed”.

I sit back in my chair, letting out a quiet sigh of relief as my client mumbles a quick “thank you” under his breath. At least he is not mad at me for not getting him off this charge. Paying a fine is much better than spending a year behind bars for answering nature’s call. Meanwhile, Maan is practically glowing with victory, his first in quite a while.

As we file out of the courtroom, Maan catches up to me with a smug smile on his face. “So my darling wife,” he says, falling into step beside me, “how does it feel to finally lose one?”

I roll my eyes, adjusting my bag over my shoulder. “Enjoy it while it lasts, Khurana. You’ve been on a losing streak for months now, so I suppose you were due for a win”.

He chuckles, that deep laugh that always makes me smile, even when I don’t want to. “I’m going to make sure everyone at the DA’s office knows about this. You know, the day I finally bested the great Geet Desai” he said proudly with a cheeky wink.

I shake my head, grinning despite myself. “Please, Maan. I can afford to lose every now and then. It’s good to let you win once in a while—keeps things interesting”.

He raises an eyebrow in amusement. “Is that what it is? You let me win?”

“Of course. I mean, I’m swimming in money over at my firm, defending all those high-powered clients. I can afford a loss here and there”. I shoot him a playful look. “Meanwhile, you’re over there scraping by on your city salary. Must be rough”.

Maan bursts out laughing, shaking his head. “Ah, the life of a humble public servant. But hey, at least I’ve got you to bankroll our lavish lifestyle, right?”

I nudge him teasingly with a laugh. “Let’s not forget who’s paying for our fancy apartment, hmm?”

“Oh, I contribute” he says, holding his hands up in mock surrender. “Someone’s got to keep us fed. Mostly in pizza, but still. It also helps that I satisfy you in ‘other ways’, right?”

“Scandalous, what would someone say if they hear you’re soliciting yourself out to your wife?”

“I will happily and proudly tell everyone I bagged a sugar mama” he puffs out his chest.

We both laugh, the tension from the courtroom melting away as we step out onto the bustling street.

“Honestly,” I say, still chuckling, “I can’t believe we actually argued about public urination today. What’s next, Maan? Defending someone who tried to steal a hot dog?”

“Maybe,” he says, grinning. “But for now, I’m just enjoying this win. It’s been too long since I’ve had one against you”

I laugh, shaking my head. “Enjoy it while it lasts, Khurana. Next time, I’m not going easy on you”.

He slips his arm around my waist, pulling me close. “We’ll see about that. But today, Desai, this one’s mine”.

I smile up at him, leaning into his warmth. “For now, Maan. For now”.

Part 3

Nature's Call

though Maan and Geet fighting this case felt it was ridiculous

but then they also need to take on some lighter cases

Maan's win this time

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Part 3

well Maan presented a good case

Geet indeed had counter arguments

however it was not enough

finally Maan won a case

of cos he is ecstatic

liked Geet's response

enjoyed their banter

loved that they do not let their work come between them

Beautiful nice OS

enjoyed their banter 😊😊😜

admire that Maan does not mind losing to his wife

Both tease each other

Fun loving 😀

Awwww.. this Maan and Geet are absolutely adorable!!

Just loving their banter!!

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enjoy reading very much

both maan n geet knows the case is ridiculous both both are fighting very seriously controlling their laugh

Too cute Maaneet

Seeing them completely different

Cont soon

Such a lovely part

They both ease out their courtroom tensions by bickering with each other and forget everything after reaching their home

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