THE PREQUEL TO THE BIG BOLLYWOOD FIGHT
Kat picks the landline phone and hears,
“Hi, Little Kitten. Happy Birthday.”
“Oh, hi, Sharukh sweetheart. Thaaanks. Hope to see you at my birthday party to-night. Sweety, I’ve to tell you something. I’ve been thinking about you the whole night.”
“Oh, have you?”
“Yes darling. The kiss you gave me last night at my pre-birthday party is still lingering on my hot burning cheeks.”
“Oh, really.”
“And also the tight hug you gave me afterwards. I replay those moments in my memory all the time.”
“Oh, do you?”
“Yes dear, I do. Thank God Sallu was not there.”
“Oh, were you happy he was not there?”
“Yes, I was. He spoils everything.”
“Oh, does he?”
“Anyway, let us not talk about him. Tell me, when are you coming over to my pad?”
“I am on my way. Only this is not Sharukh but Sallu. Keep your door open. You know what I do to closed doors.”
“Help, Billy. Billy, please open the door quickly. He is coming.”
“Who? Sharkuh?”
“No, no. He is coming.”
“Oh my God.”
Both the sisters then cover themselves with a big single bed sheet and go under the bed.
“Billy, I have closed my eyes and you also shut your eyes tight. That way he will not be able to see us.”
