“Saucer match nahi karta” 😂 — haan, aur main bhi nahi karti 😈🔥💋

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“Please, yeh saucer toh cup se match hi nahi karta.” Every man notices it on his first visit, a blue saucer under a white cup. I tell him the matching one broke long ago ☕ He says it looks funny, and I say nothing in my house matches. “Tum naya kyun nahi laati?” “Kya zaroorat hai, kaam toh chal raha hai.” I balance the cup on that odd blue saucer and walk it to him very slowly. The cup rattles on it with every step, and he watches my hips more than the tea 😏 “Tumhare ghar mein kuch bhi set nahi hai.” Haan, not the saucer, not the cushions, not me. I perch on his armrest with the saucer on my knee. When he reaches for the cup, I lift the saucer away and make him reach for me instead. “Chai gir jaayegi.” “Girne do.” The blue saucer slides off my knee onto the rug, and the cup goes with it 🔥 By then his hands are under my kurti and my mouth is on his ear. I whisper what I want in Hindi so he has to ask me twice. “Itni zor se mat kaato.” He says it and holds my head closer anyway. I pull him down onto the rug next to the blue saucer and sit on him before he can get up 😈 The saucer rocks near his shoulder every time I move. “Kal phir aaun?” is the last line, at the door, his shirt buttons one hole off. Myself Pooja, and yes, the blue saucer and I will both still be here. Bulao toh main bhi aa sakti hoon, saucer ke bina 💋