FQnama: how to use your wife for bicep curls - Page 10

Originally posted by: arshe81

Absolutely hilarious .. 🤣.. me too part of the audience"" that is filching time form office work hours and reading your post at the workplace ""...and getting ver strange stares from few collegues!! keep writing...😆

Originally posted by: Foucaults-qalam

Hallo ji! I am back finally after a madly busy yesterday which meant that I had to go without my current favourite indulgence - your FQnamas.😭 So without further ado I shall get down to appreciating your post.

FQ made the post title after watching only the precap.

She had no idea how prescient her title would be, as hero spends most of the episode carrying his wife in his arms. He really takes his strength-training seriously. A wife is the new kettle ball. Who knew?

After your Fan Fic why am I not suprised at the clarity of your crystal ball?

RK is telling ' Madhubala' ( fangirls explode) that he found his dad dead and had to light the pyre the same evening. Obviously CSI Bombay did not arrive on the scene on time to follow, you know, proper procedure for a death under suspicious circumstances. Nous sommes en Inde, people.

Bittu and an army of security guards raid Improbablistan. RK stops the initial onsalught in its tracks and with a negligent wave of a newspaper, asks them to leave. All generals should be like this.

Yes how dashingly strong and tenderly protective he is of MB's sharm and haya, while never betraying by so much as a flicker that he noticed! Sighhh! The heart melted, I confess, all the many times that scene has been replayed.

Seventies blanket is hooked up again. Wife changes, and husband sees that her blouse string has come undone. Sly, Madhu! Still trying despite the cluelessness of husband.

It does appear that she will need to persist like Bruce to make any impact.

But rather than take up the invitation, husband tries hard to TIE UP the errant string. While not touching her ( girl cooties) and not looking at sexy back. Madhu even tries some sexy undulations of lambent flesh, but Vishvamitra RK is unmoved. Madhu curses her luck. RK covers said flesh with the sari. Madhu curses again on the inside.

Yes many frissons and throbs were evidenced in said lambent flesh, and imagined in other not-so-(uhm)-lambent flesh😊

Husband says, and we meet our friend clunky plot device once again, that his car is slightly far away from the studio. Because, of course, he wanted to take a nice walk in the storm when he came looking for her yesterday. As one does.

Madhu nods, but makes a big deal of walking. Sly puss, she has already established her excuse by limping to go to her makeshift changing room. So, of course, RK lifts her, starting his upper body strength training in earnest. Steady on, Madhu! I don't think weights are supposed to cling to their lifters like a baby sloth trying to strangle its mom deep in the Amazon rainforest!

Yes I noticed that as well - that MB tended to limp even more alarmingly, in RK's vicinity. I marvelled that RK didn't yell for the ambulance there and then.

Outside, some enterprising soul has informed the country's media, and they gather in force to see RK's new gym regime. This fitness trend will soon take the nation by storm. Madhu does a good imitation of a starving dog ogling a piece of bacon while in RK's arms.

One night was all it took...RK's on a winning wicket here.😊

Bacon, er, RK pulls up outside Madhu's mom's house. Madhu was so lost in dreaming about what could have been that she did not notice they were headed here.

Intoxication is known to have that effect...

RK hands her out, gently ( and sexily, of course) and tries to get on with the gymming. She stops him, not by words but by touch. She doesn't let any opportunity pass to cop a feel, does she? And let us all admit freely while we're at it, that neither would we. We encourage honesty on this forum.

we do, we does...

Rk demonstrates daughter to his MIL. All present and correct except for one additional gash. He ministered to the gash, just not the way Madhu would have liked. And as Padmini, who now looks about 18, lambasts RK, Madhu literally moves to defend him ( limp gone) and drops the INHONE bomb. RK looks hot.

And there we have it!! Today's innovative usage of the g-word...many times more bombastic than MB's usage of Inhone, I proclaim!

Sorry, I meant he looks adorably confused. Hot is his default state, so take that as a given.

Clunky exposition makes Padmini reveal that RK was worried and frantically looking for Madhu yesterday. Madhu, completely out of control now, says her goodbyes to go and jump on her husband. He holds her tenderly. Padmini cries in anguish. I think the writers are trying symbolism, people. Let us humour them. This, I believe, is the bidai scene Madhu missed in her actual shadi!lite. Notice the words of farewell Madhu speaks, notice Padmini's facial paroxysms. Ok, we get it!

Ohhh well spotted. I had missed the significance entirely, my vision having hazed through staring at his arm around her waist...

Manse of RK. Lobby. Madhu wants to discuss Treaty terms, RK shoots her down. He forgives ten lacs from her loan to forget about the dangerous bakery of doom cakes. Oh, and sudden parental deaths. Plus he gets in a very good line about RK not knowing RK. Darling, if you're going to start spouting existential philosophy as well as being insanely hot, you're going to have to hire half a dozen cyborg bouncers to keep you safe from FQ's attentions. (Human bouncers may assault you.) Even though you have transmitted the awful disease of speaking about herself in the third person to FQ. FQ and RK spit at plebeian personal pronouns. They were not made for FQ and RK!

👏

Coolness descends in the lobby. And a thousand hormonal fangirls are suddenly doused in cold water.

RK gets in another zinger about 'apni apni shraddha' and calls the lift. This is important, because when he lifts his wife (yes, again) this avoids awkward fumbling with lift buttons. I always find this rather cramps one's style when one trains by dead lifting boyfriends. Good tip there, RK!

In the RK house, frantic Radhaji has had time to change into another horrific sari and jewellery combination. Kukku was not paid enough to say any lines today. He emotes through his lips.

They used to say about Angelina Jolie's lips that she needs to do more with them, but for some reason I hesitate to say that about Kukku ji's...

RK continues to carry his wife and says a whole bunch of dialogue about husband and wife spending a night together. Madhu is not listening, nor is she making any effort to stand on her own two feet. Get a clue, RK!

As he goes to the staircase with his wife in his arms, a voice stops him. It's his trainer! from London! But it's not FQ. FQ makes it a point to never wear so much rouge as to appear a closer cousin of the rhesus macaque than evolution intended humans to be.

RK lets go of Madhu, who's fantasies are rudely interrupted. She winces. We all feel for her.

New arrival is all yada yada clunky cliff-hanger , guess who I am? And RK is all, am I hot or what? Look at me smoulder mysteriously. Madhu looks confused and tearful as prospects of rompage fade quickly.

Naturally!

The woman introduces herself as the daughter in law of the house. Hello, Sikky's wife. Suspense? What suspense?

Woman shakes hands with Madhu. RK starts his gym programme again, and asks Bittuji for a doctor. OMG, FQ is momentarily blinded by Bittuji's shirt. Were there ruffles? They looked like ruffles! Is it safe to look again?

Precap

Madhu sits on her bed in the patented posture of suhagrats since films started being made. BUT HER HUBBY DOESN'T CATCH A CLUE! WHAT'S A GIRL TO DO!

He speaks of how they avoid council tax by pretending that he lives alone in this house. I kid. Do they even have council tax in Bombay? Madhu is saddened.The accidental meeting in suggestive negligee in corridor plan won't work with so many people around...

Please CVs please work it in somehow...

More tomorrow.

Excellent, excellent!! I can't wait 😃

Originally posted by: Foucaults-qalam

Fools of a feather in fact.

Using those feathers to wipe the dust off my brains... Need to do that... esp if I have to understand your humour..

Originally posted by: applenpeaches

Using those feathers to wipe the dust off my brains... Need to do that... esp if I have to understand your humour..

Originally posted by: Foucaults-qalam

He he he

You can laugh.. If ever you write a book.. Please let me know...