“Yeh glass itna bhaari kyun hai?” 🥃 Pakdo 😏 phir batana

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“Yeh glass itna bhaari kyun hai?” Every man says it when he lifts my crystal whisky tumbler for the first time 🥃 Cut glass, thick bottom, heavy enough to break a toe, picked up from Chor Bazaar for almost nothing. “Isme toh ek peg bhi bahut lagta hai.” “Glass mat dekho, mujhe dekho.” I pour him two fingers and sit on the table right in front of him, legs crossed, my heel touching his knee. “Tum peeti ho?” “Sirf is glass se.” I take the tumbler out of his hand and sip, then kiss him while the whisky is still warm on my tongue 😏 “Uff, jal raha hai.” “Tumbler abhi aadha bhara hai, janab.” He puts the heavy glass down without looking and pulls me off the table into his lap, and I start moving the moment I land. “Dheere, table hil rahi hai.” “Hilne do.” The cut glass tumbler shakes on the wood each time I come down on him, ice clinking, and I make sure he hears every sound I make 🔥 Myself Pooja Patel. Chor Bazaar ka woh bhaari glass jahan bhi main jaati hoon wahan jaata hai, aur usme hamesha do ungli whisky bachi rehti hai 💋