“Get lost, you common aadmi,” shouted Meena. She knew too well that it was her boyfriend, her beloved, her fiancĂ©, that was at the door. A door that any beggar could knock down with one punch. “I’m sorry, Meena. Can’t you forgive me? Please yaar.” Arvind pleaded. “Go to your Deepa.” “Please understand yaar. Deepa is a party worker, a senior member of the Average People’s Party. APP zindabad.” “Get lost with your APP. You think I’m just average and you can play your male chauvinist games with me.” She had learnt that phrase ‘male chauvinist’ from her slum mate, Sugandha. “Dee... Mee.. Meena, I love you, and I love you only. Open the door at least yaar. Let me explain the whole bullshit.” “Cowshit, you mean, you scoundrel! You are running after a lot of cows these days. If I open the door I’ll have to slap you.” “Okay, slap me, but open the door yaar.” She opened the door and gave a slight slap on her fiance’s face. He was not prepared for
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