My girlfriend experience drama part 4
Thoughts began to jumble along the way. Madhavi read my narrative and had made it international. What about the citizens of Chali? A tasting test is required. If not, how are things? Tell Madhavi's father that he has a girlfriend outside, but don't tell anyone else. She would say this to anyone, including little children in foster care and senior citizens. This is the Chali people's ancient culture. So if something happened in the evening, I would come to work and consider how to handle it. I stayed out late on purpose to get home. It took place as predicted. When they noticed me, two to four of the women in the chali began to whisper to one another. Did you notice? How cosy does it appear on the face? However, these shops are outside. Hey, I wanted to know there were wives at least. "However, I ask, my lady, what is ugly to look at? What impact will it have on the kids? You gotta hear it. "Well why, he had a girlfriend like that in his office. For a few days, we were happy. Then Anglat Aalan's case came up. Finally, we reached a payment agreement. Such words and phrases were like wind in the ears. I, however, paid no attention to that. I returned home. naked feet and washed hands and feet. Mrs. handed me the tea cup. He seized it. The gajra was then removed from the pouch and given to her.
She questioned, "Aiklant no, what is the whole chala talking about you for." "I did hear. Talkers irritate us." "I believed you ought to give up on her. There is no longer place in the chali to reveal your face." "Never is that feasible. Let them speak as they please. Or do they operate a different company?" I asserted loudly. Mrs. Be quiet. She took a cup of tea inside and entered. In actuality, I did not interact with many people in Chali. The character of these people is the cause. being superior to preach while ignoring the donkey on his plate that is dead. I am T. V. began and sat down in the sofa. Middle Dinumama, number 12, arrived home at that time. For the next gentleman. unable to move without a walking stick. One of Chali's numerous wealthy residents. but a little acidic. "Madhukarrao, what? What time did you get home? Why is today so late? as usual?" He got up and sat down in the easy chair, his clay feet up. He murmured to himself as he picked up the nearby table's paper that was laying there. "That is not what the newspaper reports. What is currently worth reading? Only thefts, fights, or rapes are reported. Tamkya killed his wife after Amkya pushed her away. Nothing has changed. I kept quiet "Madhukarrao, why? Nowadays, everyone is the subject of conversation. Anything. I saw their money. I questioned them directly "Dinumama, stop talking that way. I am aware of who and what you wish to discuss. What do you wish to inquire?" With a slight smirk and an expression that suggested he didn't want to say it, he said, "That's how it is, Madhukarrao." "because rumours have it that you have a girlfriend outside. And...." Then what? "Nothing. If it's true, though, it's not really true. Because all of us middle-class people are Madhukarrao. keeping our culture alive. We are afraid of our own idolatry, and Chali's idolatry is your idolatry. We have to protect it. "No, yeah. That's accurate. But your Kamal married a Gujarati, I countered. Additionally, it would have been excellent if Anna had recognised this before she fired him for office corruption. Is it not?
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