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Paro baisa shares her Gyan of the day. Kamara vs Kamariya, it doesn't matter, we are all unique and if you are uncertain about your body image, there is always plastic surgery. Goldie high fives Paro.
KakiCumMasi watches as alarm bells ring in her head.
KakiCumMasi (KCM): Paro, go and line maro your barthar bhayanak. Make his some tea, go press his legs and anything else that needs pressing.
Paro is upset at the menial tasks she is assigned. She wonders if she will have to wash Moonchiya's undies and banians too. She says a quick prayer to Jai Ma Trisula and on a whim, spits in the tea. That should teach the Moonchiya a lesson.
Moonchiya removes the curtains, now that the world thinks they are engaged, he can coochie-coo with her openly.
Paro: Tea
Rudra: What, o my beauty, I forgot what that means
Paro: Tea...its a drink, tea, usually had hot, hot liquid.
Rudra: You are hot
Paro: hunh!! hint, hint we are being watched.
Rudra: oh! Keep it on the table, dddarling, aaiye na.
Paro: what?
Rudra: please, dijiye
Paro: ok, lijiye
KCM: Paro, shoes ko polish maro.
Paro has half a heart to throw those shoes at KCM.
Rudra: No, leave those lovely hands. err I mean, i need an excuse to touchiya.
Paro: what?
Rudra: no ermm, i mean let me eye to eye touchiya you
Paro: what?
Rudra: no ermmm, i mean don't touchiya my shoes. Listen old hag, she's mine...ugh! those shoes are mine, no one touches them, you don't know where they have been, they smell too.
KCM: ooo, now lets see you "measure up" enough to keep this one from eloping.
Rudra's BP hits the roof and his shirt starts cracking at the seams. He really wants to rearrange the old hag's face.
Paro: ouch! ouch! ouch! you are cutting off my blood supply.
Rudra: Hummphphh!! LEAVE BEFORE I BECOME THE HULK!
Everyone runs helter skelter. Rudra shuts the door.
KCM's salt n spicy dialogs added more flavor than Moonchiya can digest.
I wish I had given a doll to my childhood crush. All I remember doing is jabbering away with him and getting punished by the teacher. We ate each others' lunch. I brought idlis n he brought parathas. I wonder if he still has the last Idli i gave him in a ziplock bag? ...i digress
Awwwieee, but the poor baby is really hurt. I wiped my tears and kissed the screen. I wish I could share a beer with him and talk through his pain. I wish I could give him a warm hug and do a few tequila shots to help him forget his pain and to help me really forget the dirty dishes of leaning tower of Pisa, piled up laundry of Mt. Kilimanjaro, and pressing deadlines at work of getting almost fired.
Baby, I feel your pain, I do! That feeling passed as soon as my Real Wala Moonchiya came home asking for a hot cup of chai. And I wished his mom had eloped too, so I could feel this intensity for him.
In other news:-
Sumer ls looking forward to finishing the special mission his mom has for him regarding the smoking hot virgin. KCM has no faith in Samrat who doesn't know what his bottom is doing, leave alone what his brain does. Sumer decides to start investigating the girl right from the most important things like her vital statistics - age, weight, waist measurements, mole-locations etc.
Danny boy has an imaginary conversation with his Bhabhi and describes Rudra as the next most eligible bachelor in Rajasthan
Strong muscular arms - check
Sexy back - check
Taut butt - check
Handsome face - check
Tickle inducing Moonch - check
Bedroom eyes - check
Experienced - check
A horrid painful past that has scarred the man so much so that only a virginal innocent beauty can make the pain go away - check.
Yep, moonchiya is the most eligible bachelor in TV land.
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