Anyway, the not-wife baked me a cake, too, and insisted I eat it, even after she dropped most of it on the floor. I think she'd laced it with something, because, not long after, when I saw her washing up in the kitchen that was too much of an aphrodisiac for my ocd heart. I crept up on her and things were getting out of hand when (remember, our theme is so, SO not happening! ) suddenly dadi screamed from the doorway, "Yuvraj! Yeh kya kar rahe ho? !! Ae ladki, mere pote ko lijhaani ki koshish mat karna, varna Bobbetize kar doongi usse. "
Can you blame me if I fled to the shower?