NEHA:"Kya baat hai, Iqbal...aaj to shaayad hamaari last hug hai war se pehle...phir bhi tumhaare capsicum jaise munh par as usual 12:30 baje hue hain."
IQBAL:"I m actully worried Hippo...mera naau look dekha hai tumne? Aise lagta hai jaise Revlon ki Mascara kit endorse kar raha hoon....and all that jewellery ...SHEESH!"
NEHA:"Uff, tum har baat par rona kyun shuru kar dete ho? Woh mera kaam hai.....and don't worry about the new look...tum chaahe golden streaks lagaao ya bronze...hamesha bhayaanak hi lagoge."
IQBAL:"Oh, shut up...am worried about something else!"
NEHA:"Yawn! as usual, mujhe neend aa rahi hai...tumhaari baatein sunkar mujhe hamesha neend hi aati hai...khair, what are you worried about, dude?"
IQBAL:"Damn! Dekha, this is what i am worried about...haalaaki main khush hoon ki ab mujhe tumhe daraane-dhamkaane ka mauka milega...abhi-abhi mere stylist ka sms aaya hai....Ekta kharcha control karne ke liye...tumhaare make-up expenditure mein cut karke...tumhara make-up or jewellery mujh par istemaal karne waali hai....cost cutting ways, i tell you."
NEHA:"Kya? TAUHEEN!....Meri aur mere make-up ki itni badi tauheen? i tell you Iqbal, dinosaur kahiin ke...agar tumne mere hair-colour ko haath bhi lagaaya to main tumhaare sar par ek bhi baal nahiin chhodungi."
IQBAL:"Torture ki bhi hadd hai! Ek to tum jaisi Hippo ko romance karo...aur ab main tumhaari allergy-inducing cheezein bhi istemaal karoon?"
NEHA:"Oh, hello 6 foot ke bina-pooncch ke dinosaur....tum to apne aap mein ek chaliti-firti allergy ho....samjhe, KYPH ke future bina-stripes ke dumb zebra."
IQBAL:"Abhi to tumhe kiss karna pad raha hai...zara shoot ke baad milna, unit ke kitchen ke belan se tumhaari pitaai karoonga."
Cricket
Mahadev And Sons
