WARNING! Contains mild-language.
Getcho Hands Off My Man
He led the skimpy model up to what once was their room. But she was doing all this for him. Because she loved him. She would have to bear the torture.
"RK!! You're so hot!! Take your shirt off for me please,"
Or she could go set that motherf**ker straight. Option 2 sounds nice.
RK decided he wouldn't be getting a desired reaction from his Biwi. Well so much for wasting money on this s**t. Now how was he going to get her back home?
"KUTTI KAMEENI BHEN DI TAKKI!" Madhubala in full form broke open the door with her wifey powers. "I AM GOING TO f**kING KILL YOU HARAMZADI!"
Yup. She was.
WAIT. She was going to kill this... er.. Shiela, Jameela, Leela, Kantaben, whatever her name was. That means more visits to the Mumbai City Jail? He Ram! He does NOT want to go back there, especially after the last time, that perverted Sub-Ineespektaar Dande was giving him the bedroom eyes.
"Madhu! Oy! Hold up, just a sec!"
"CHUP!" she glared. "You. Shut up and go stand in that corner and THINK about what you've done while I kick this bitch out!" She turned back to the bitch, "Sharm nahi ati! Sleeping with a married man! Tumhare ghar main baap bhai nahi hai?"
(Spoof of "Tumhare ghar main maa bhen nahi hai?")
The fact that she still considered them married left him with a whimsical smile on his face.
"Khade khade mera mooh kya dekh rahe ho? I'm serious go stand in that dark corner and THINK. You better have a convincing apology when I get there if you don't want "SUPERSTAR RK DEAD. KILLED BY HIS OWN WIFE." to be tomorrow's headlines.
He decided it was best to heed to his Jhansi ki Raani.
"Main chali jaati hoon! I'm leaving! I'm leaving! God save this paagal aurat!"
"And if I ever see you hovering around this house tera to game baja dalungi main!" She kicked her out, "And take that spaz Dipali with you while your at it!"
"Game baja dalungi? Isn't it a little too..."
"Gangster? I watched Once Upon a Time in Mumbai Dobaara yesterday, I guess I just connected with the hottie Imran,"
"Imran's my competition FYI," he reminded her they belonged in the same generation as ctors.
"He sure is, I mean honestly anyone would leave you to sleep with him..."
"MADHU!"
"How does it taste?"
"Huh?"
"Your own medicine?" She followed him around the room with her jhooti! "AND DON'T YOU DARE BRING ANOTHER WOMEN IN THIS ROOM AGAIN!"
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I hope you liked it. It's bakwaas I know.
For my dear Prittu aka PrittB the lovely. If you want like a legit OS on this topic then check hers out:
-Shweta
Edited by -ForeverYours- - 10 years ago
