FF: Exotic pg90 (The End) - Page 41

Colab of both stories looks interesting.

Loved RK - RK ...Madhu - Madhu Convo 🤗

The best one is when two arrgant people or shades of the same character end up on the other side battaling.

Rishab needs to learn to close that mouth of his. But I guess only the wife knows the secret to that.

Loved bittuji in this. And waiting to see Madhu in her full lawyer mood.

hmm sure.

one more update? school is keeping me busy. hopefully soon

conflict of interest😉

depends on my mood

thanks a bunch

thanks

i will take that as a compliment

😆

"Ms. Madhubala, you wanted to see me".

"Yes, come in dear. I make dinner. Russian tonight", she shoved a foreign delicacy into the mouth of an unsuspecting Madhu.

"Mmm.. Delicious. Red meat?"

"I vegetarian".

"Lovely. I see you are keeping well".

"No ready for trial. I watch Adaalat. They ask scary questions. Me no go".

"I will stop them before they badger you too much. You are strong woman, you have been through so much. A bunch of white collars won't bring you down".

"Dinner tonight? Bring the boy".

"You don't want him around, trust me".

"He pretty nice. Tag along".

"He is the main guest now?"

"Something like that", laughter spread in the air after weeks of silence and sobbing. Madhubala was smiling at last and R.K. couldn't be happier. "Fine your loud mouth can come".

"I will make sure he is not too loud sir".

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"I stayed with you because you never disrespected me. I expect no less five years into our marriage. Please play nice. This is your only chance to prove worthy of being the father to my children".

"I wouldn't want to miss that".

"Leave your sarcasm out the door", she fixed his coiffeur. "Mr. & Mrs. Kundra, '48 Franklin for the lovely hosts".

"Madhu, Rishabh, please come in".

"R.K. get tofu down", a chirpy Madhubala appeared wiping her flour covered hands on the apron. She cupped Rishabh's face in her hands and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Then, she repeated her greeting with Madhubala.

"She is half Russian", a visibly embarrassed R.K. reminded his wife of the Indian customs.

"I don't mind", Rishabh winked at Madhubala trying to hide behind her husband.

"With me around you do. Step inside, shall we?" Madhu followed her new found friend to her living room.

"I make stroganoff. You gonna love it. Koulibiaka for meat people", Madhubala twisted her nose as she gave a stink eye to her husband.

"As it stands, my wife is very upset that I will not join PETA", RK justified his wife's anger.

Rishabh's mind wandered into the thoughts of joining PETA alongside RK, how he would look covered in body paint advertising Kundra Inc. He quickly dismissed his thoughts as his wife and the hosts had already stipulated him of being a jerk. He was bordering dangerously close to the man he never wanted to become. He recanted, reconsidered the circumstances of Boris' murder and offered Madhubala benefit of the doubt.

"I think you may have done the right thing".

"Shut up Rishabh", RK and Madhu screamed in one voice.

"Thank you saying that. Feel good", the quite Russian girl sneaked in her word.

"She talks"

"Does indeed. Don't ever address my wife that way", RK pulled his guest to the side.

One of the two fantasized about golf course conversations and Sunday night wines while the other looked for a gentle way to dismiss the dreamer's ambitions.

"Buddy, your wife is my lawyer. Do not attempt to cultivate a relationship here. Whatever we are doing is to appease Madhubala. Nothing more. I don't want you getting your heart broken by the R.K".

"I am a big fan. However, I do not wish to sleep with you".

"The school you think you run, I am the principal".

"My daddy owns the school and by extension so do... Sorry, I really wanna be friends".

"Wine, today only".

"It's a date".

"Boys prep dinner table. I need go get ice cream", Madhubala was exceptionally cheerful hosting a dinner party. At that, she had two able bodied men to serve her every beck and call.

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"I would like to call the defendant to the stand please".

"Mein jo bhi kahun sach kahun. Sach ke siva kuch nahi kahun".

The prosecution badgered Madhubala to the point that she was wailing in the courtroom.

"You were a cold blooded monster, no less than your father when you shot him. Not once, not twice but six times. You are a killer".

"Objection, leading the defendant".

"Sustained".

Madhubala's eyes searched for her RK. Deep in the crowds, his eyes gazed at the floor, red with blood flow, he did not want to face his wife. Her world fogged up. A loud thug landed her on the floor. The paramedics rushed to her aid as her sight fixated on her troubled husband.