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Unfortunately the script mix up with Saath Nibhana Saathiya could not be resolved in time and so this rot was telecast. Rashi, aka Deeplali fails to switch the modaks and is humiliated. Everybody praises Madhu, D stubs her toe.
We all die of boredom.
The only thing keeping FQ alive is the insane urge to beat up everybody involved with this tripe with the camera boom. And FQ is not a violent person.
We catch occasional glimpses of RK sparring with a very lucky bag. He hates the sounds of the pooja. Flashbacko rama. Souldn't Rk's dad be a handsome man? Because how did Radha ji and that produce THAT! It does not add up. V suspicious. Unless Radha got on the dance floor with Imran Khan.
Madhu goes to call her husband for dinner, and to thank him as Malik is about to be released due to those Healers from St Mungos, aka videshi machines. Husband is wearing a v necked T that is utterly nice, but the beige trousers are a brave choice. FQ cannot point out what it is they highlight. RK's costume designers ( lucky, lucky, peeps) may have Tom Hiddleston- esque issues. And you can look that up, Loki fans. Lets us just say that baggy jeans? Justified.
RK refuses to descend, refuses to tie Molly whom Madhu is holding captive in the basement, and generally behaves like someone who can't be bothered because he's about to go on Vakaykay. Which is the only reason he does not strip his wife of that hideous dress right there and BURN that monstrosity. Madhu, the middle ages have PASSED. Do not, DO NOT revive the pregnant silhouette.
Anyway, Kundras snit at each other. Verbal barbs, zidding, crass use of reverse psychology.
Downstairs, everybody is eating in pangat. Obviously Deeplali has a problem with that. Vampy vamps from Vampshire do not sit on the floor! She tells Madhu, who is looking at the staircase as if it will start moving like those at Hogwarts, that RK will not-- I want to use the word 'come', but, you know. Let us say, descend.
Cue RK sauntering down, every aspect in full and perv inducing view.
He yells for his parcel. Honey, you carry a very prominent parcel around with you at all times. That's what I meant by the perv-indu--- oh right, you meant this shiny parcel of meaty kebab? Ok, not helping. Fangirls explode.
Everybody dies.
More dragging, repeated precap.
This torture must end soon. Please!
On a serious note. The past two episodes indicate how much of horrendous writing, direction, plotting, costuming, continuity the two lead's hydrogen bomb level chemistry hides from the audience's scrutiny. Take away RK, and you can see all the holes. Pick up the ball all you peeps taking home a salary from Madhubala. Because atm, this is a one man show.
Geet - Hui Sabse Parayee
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