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"sau dard hain sau rahatein sab mila dil nasheen ek tu hi nahi..."
Salvatore Ferragamo: Oh yuvi will you please stop singing? I'm the italiano and your singing is making feel very murdering.
Yuvika: Murderous Salvatore. The word is murderous.
SF: Either way amore you'll end up dead and I love you more than that.
*What do you know about my predicament fake accent*
SF: Now you do not want to die right so sing brighter songs...
*Bright songs?! I'd like you to try and kill me ferragamo, I'll throw this heeled chappal right into your spleen and become the undisputed creator of walking glories.*
SF: You talking inside that beautiful head darling?
You so lonely, I keeping saying you need a man.
You so lonely, I keeping saying you need a man.
Yuvi: I'm not thinking inside my head and if I need a man then I'll get a man, it's not your priority.
SF: You being rude?!
Yuvi: No!!!!! Why would you say that. I'm just stating the fact.
SF: š
Yuvi: I'm joking.
SF: You didn't use an emoji.
Yuvi: Ya well I don't. I meant you shouldn't concern yourself, I'm ok. But I'll look into it.
SF: So you agree with me amore? Ha yes, I knew and say if I tell you I have a guy in my eyes. Eh?
*Then I'll blind you then I'll be the soul the craftswoman and you and your guy can be trapped inside those eyes.*
SF: Yuvi?!
YUVI: Yes...?
SF: Yes? OK!!! Oh wow this is so fun. Now he is a client and he is here to meet jot the wrestler and---
YUVI: Wait what?! I'm not going to meet anyone whose here for her!!!!!
SF: Now now lady, no hate.
YUVI: I don't hate her. I just want her extinct.
SF: Yes it's a mutual feeling.
YUVI: So let's do it!!!!
SF: No no. We are peace loving people. We create art and everything inspires us.
We'll find a way to like jot.
We'll find a way to like jot.
YUVI: I have a way. Six feet under.
SF: A way where all are alive, yes?
*I do what I want.*
YUVI: OK
SF: So the guy is staying at galaxy hotel and you've to measure him.
YUVI: š²
YUVI: š²
SF: Measure his feet darling girl. I'll do the rest myself.
*Right as if there are less love affairs in your life. What chance my single self have.*
YUVI: And am I measuring his feet personally may I ask?
SF: He's quite famous you know, among the Indians. And he's also very busy, but, he runs a charity too and this shoe is gonna add us in the Indian market and his name will get us the publicity.
YUVI: Err, Salvatore , we are in Indian market. Remember there's all of you in Asia?
SF:But that's Chinese people.
YUVI: š¤It's a whole continent. China is a country there. So is India.
SF: Oh
YUVI: ā¢ļø
SF: Well then we need his money.
*Of course, shoes worth enough the ransom of the queen and we need HIS money*
SF: Now be a nice girl and dress up like a lady and go work your magic.
YUVI: I do dress like a lady. And my magic runs this place I know and so do we.
SF: Of course of course.
*Oh! You self centered creature. Am I not worthy of an honest praise?*
YUVI: You know what, I'll go now and get this done.
*Maybe I'll even miss out meeting jot the pehalwan*
SF: He's in room no. Thirteen twenty. And his name is---
~Yuvi breezes out before anyone can stop her from committing a desired crime~
SF: OK...She did get his name I believe. Sure she'll find the right man.
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