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First things first. Paro ki batti jali. Paro's idea bulb lit up!
She is finally beginning to realize the road to a man's heart is not just through the gustatory route of Aloo Sabzi and Daal, but it starts much lower in the anatomy. Paro girl, welcome to the club of women who know how to get a sourpuss but lovable monster to agree to almost anything you say. Give him what he wants. Ok - this is gross over simplification, ladkiyon - don't try this at home without first understanding what floats your guys boat. 99.99% of the time it is this...this...you know...getting him turned on
Man, that was a cutie patootie wala precap and I have to say this - RR team's story telling shows brilliance and right progression. Sad that TV land viewers are so used to OTT dramatics, most don't recognize the lovely tale this team is spinning, with the help of two lovely actors - eye candies galore along with a wallop of acting talent!
ok, so the two guys who absolutely had a field day today are...drum roll...the music man (MM) and the cameraman (DP). I can imagine a potential scenario played out when they plan a shoot.
DP: Whoa! look at this new lens. I can see not one, not two, but 10 10 Rudra! Now that will be awesome. The Paagal fans will go crazy because they don't get just 1 rudra but TEN!
MM: Whoa DP! That is super awesome. I will ask my Dhinchak chorus to sing louder. How about volume on TEN to go with the TEN faces of Rudra?
DP: Raavan, MM, total Raavan. TEN volume and TEN Rudra faces
Both hi-five at their own brilliance!
Paro launches her Gopichand Jasoos mission and forgets the first place she should have looked -> Laila ka Thaila.
Aman, the ever efficient and the only working BSD officer, discovers Mala's whereabouts. Now, I thik Aman has a CCTV fixed in Laila ka Thaila and thats why he has no interest in marrying Asha.
Paro: Maasa, your son can't even do it without crying out your name. Please, if you harbor any hopes of seeing grandchildren, come back home once and for all, so Moonchiya and I can go about our consumashuns.
Mala: Paro, my sympathies. I heard him call out my name in the middle of the night. It was disturbing to say the least.
Paro: What! You were peeping at us? How in the world do you expect the man to perform?
Mala: Nahi, Paro, Nahi. My son will be great, I promise. Its just that you guys sprawled out in the middle of the family room and there was no way for me to avoid you.
Paro: Maasa, do you now your son got a Medal for Eight Years Every Night Bravery In Bed award? The Medal is as big as his underwear. In fact, he told me the Medal turns him on adn thats why I place it next to his pillow every night.
Mala: God bless my son. Any help he can get is great, thanks Paro for your single minded devotion to nurse, feed, change diaper and bathe my son. He needs it.
Moonchiya slams the brakes : Chi! Stop it BagBeauty! You don't talk to my wife about my diaper!
Mala: But son, I didn't want to leave you. But you were so heavy with all the butter and ghee in your diet, I couldn't lift you and run.
Tomorrow Paro tries her hand at seduction with a school girl kiss. Abbey, lip to lip dena, mere dil ko chain tho mile. Haan, haan, Desi TV and all, so put Moonchiya's Medal as a screen saver and DO THE FRENCH!
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