The world of the high class isn't like the simple world we live in.
The complications don't end.
Marraiage is just another name for a business deal.
Sex is not love.
Politics as dirty as murder
In the city that hails history and glorifies itself...
At that very moment, Pratap entered the house and frowned wondering why Lakshman and his daughter Phool were at his house.
"Va! Aagayo maharo hone walle jamaisa." Laughed Lakshman in delight and hugged a shocked Pratap.
"Kai!" Exclaimed Pratap slowly pushing the overexcited man away.
"Pratap," began his delighted mother, "mhanne Phool ghanno aase. Abar tu, byah kar."
Pratap felt he would get a heart attack. He had been irritated with the board members and their complains since the past few weeks and now his mother had opened her match making bureau.
Mhanne marno hai, thought Pratap. "I need air. Otherwise I might die before producing an heir." Saying that, he ran out of the house leaving Lakshman confused.
Jaivanta managed a sheepish chuckle saying, "He is shy."
"Ha...ha...hu...ha...." Laughed Lakshman who was still confused.
Pratap sat back in the car and drove away. After reaching his destination, he banged on the door. He banged again when there was no response.
"Va murkh habulyo! Fachro todno hai kai!" Shouted Shakti cursing out loud.
"Fachro haydo!" Shouted Pratap banging on the door again.
Shakti opened the door and greeted him with a grumble, "Aagayo maharo dimaag khane!"
"My mother is planning my wedding."
"Ah! Legal reproduction rights." Nodded Shakti thoughtfully. "Toh, problem Kai hai?"
"I don't want to get married." Replied Pratap.
"Oh...." Muttered Shakti scratching his beard.
Pratap stared at his bestie hoping for a solution but Shakti said, "I realize I'm extremely handsome but I hope you are not a homo."
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