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I made it out of so much love because it's your favorite!
I was following a ritual all these days, right?
After eating bland food all these days, I felt that the curry--
You're right, dear. The curry needs to be that salty.
Anywayโฆ
it is because of your salt that Pushpa's got so much pride.
Don't get smart with me.
- Oh, my! - Oh, God! Dear!
Why can't you be careful?
Look at that!
These are golden feet, my dear.
But why do they carry cheap silver anklets?
- Hey, Kesava! - Yes, macha.
I won't step inside. Just tell me.
Order gold anklets for your vadina from Kalyan Jewelers.
Done, macha.
Never mind. I'll select them myself.
Remind me.
Let go of my foot.
- What is it? - I said, let go!
- Why, dear? - You are Pushpa Raj.
Don't let others mock you for touching your wife's feet.
Dear. Not just with pride,
even in matters of love, Pushpa Raj never backs down.
I'll just shout in front of the syndicate. Don't take it to heart.
Hey! What do you think of Pushpa Raj?
There will be no excuses next time.
- Come, dear. - What is it?
- I'm getting the feelings. - Why? What did I do now?
- How did you get the feelings? - But you touched my feet.
- Does one get feelings from touching feet? - Yes, dear. They do.
- Why are you unbuttoning my shirt? - Stop, dear.
Once the meeting's done, I'll come as early as possible.
- Dear, you always say the same thing. - Stop unbuttoning it.
- Listen to me-- - The feeling will be lost, dear.
- I'll get them back for you. - Come, dear.
Don't make noise. It won't be good.
This is not a joke. Stop holding me.
- Come, dear. - What's this? It's so wrong.
- They can hear us. - Dear!
They'll hear us, dear!
Once at six, once at seven Sometimes even just before ten
When I'm asleep, when I wake up Even when I'm sitting idle, once more
When you press my finger once When you step on my toes once
But every single time You're beside me
- The feelings come rushing The feelings come rushing
They're overwhelming me These feelings
The feelings come rushing The feelings come rushing
They're overwhelming me These feelings
When you ask me to go away When you push me away
Also when you secretly say yes
When you're adorned In flowers and jewelry
Even when you drape a simple sari
When you stretch your body And when you sweep the floor
But when you draw water Truly once
The feelings come rushing The feelings come rushing
They've drowned me in them
The feelings come rushing The feelings come rushing
They've drowned me in them
When you're grinding Chutney in the kitchen
And brushing the sweat with your sari
When I dry your shirt on the line When it reminds me of your scent
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