Pillsbury Dough Boy was not the assassin after all. On the other hand he is quite a sweetheart. This show is a bit low on sweethearts. Good thing someone else is here to keep Aman company.
So Rudra banna-sa hurries to check out Paro, decides she looks utterly adorable first thing in the morning, and then promptly faints cause all that palank tod action with Laila last night finally took a toll on him.
Paro: I will kill you cause you killed my husband before we could consummate.
Pillsbury Dough Boy: Don't kill him! He hasn't gotten the chance to consummate with anyone but Laila. Issne abhi zindegi mein dekha hi kya hai?
Paro: Laila? As in my saut? I am gonna kill myself now!
Pillsbury dough boy:No no, don't kill yourself as well, dying a virgin is such a shame!
And the exchange of body fluid continues. First saliva, now tears. This is all sym-ball-ic of course. CVs are deep thinkers. They are foreshadowing these two exchanging other body fluids in near, errr, distant future. 🤔
Rudra: What? When? Why? Where am I?
Doctor: In the hospital of course. Your randy behavior landed you here. If only you decided to get your stab wound treated first rather then going off to have sex.
Rudra: Where is your bhabi Aman? Why don't I see her? Do you think you can handcuff us together?
Aman: Err Sir, about that, HAZMAT has declared her a biological hazard since she hasn't had a bath, or a change of clothes since forever. And you are prone to infections right now, so I really can't bring her here.
Rudra: Aman stop being jealous of her and get her here to me right now. I need her close to me for my own sanity. Forget I said that, what I mean is you all are incompetent fools and I can't trust you all with her safety.
Aman: When you love someone truly, you find your happiness in their happiness. 🥺So I will get bhabi jee sir, anything for you. I love you.
Rudra: Go Aman!😡
Doctor jee is the stupidest assassin alive. He wasted so much time giving evil expressions, smirking, twisting his eyebrows, staring at the poison, staring at the syringe, staring at the IV drip, hilarity!😆
Fiddle Fiddle Fiddle:
Hehehehehe gutter mind activated. They fiddled.
Paro: Thrash Thrash Thrash.
Rudra: Doctor Doctor Doctor!
Paro: Thrash Thrash Thrash.
Rudra: Oh screw it, come down my love.. Oh dear Lord, all that thrashing is not helping. No, no, must keep gun down. Control Rudra control!
Paro: Mmm. Heaven. Also pretty sure your gun is not down.
Rudra: Ermmm.😳
Jokes apart, that last scene was breathtakingly beautiful. Loved it to bits.
P.S Is this the first time we had random hawa ka jhonka when the leads got down to business? For the record, random hawa ka jhonka > Rukmini, any day.