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Abhimanyu Mehrotra, still reeling from the absurdity of his situation, decided he needed to find some decent clothes. He began opening random cabinets, only to discover an array of strange items; glasses, watches, and various accessories. Each discovery left him more bewildered. Picking up a watch, he examined it closely and was astonished to see the tiny hands moving on their own.

"Woa! Unbelievable!" he exclaimed, marveling at the intricate mechanism.

After poking around aimlessly, he finally stumbled upon a walk-in closet. The sight that greeted him was beyond anything he had ever seen, hundreds of shirts in different styles, colors, and fabrics. He stared at them in awe, touching each one gingerly.

"So, men of this century wear these kinds of clothes?" he wondered aloud, fascinated and somewhat skeptical.

Spotting a blue denim pair of pants, he decided to try them on. But as soon as he pulled them up, the tightness around his thighs made him itch and squirm uncomfortably.

"What the hell is this?" he muttered irritably, hastily pulling them off.

He then opted for a pair of black pants. Unbeknownst to him, they were branded and expensive. He assumed they were cheap, dismissing them as inferior to the luxurious garments of his era.

Now fully clothed, Abhimanyu stood before a mirror wall, taking in the sight of the towering buildings, bustling city, and throngs of busy people. The modern era, with all its wonders and peculiarities, stretched out before him.

Suddenly, a strange sound startled him. His eyes darted to a shiny object on the nightstand, it was a mobile phone, though he didn't know that.

The device was ringing, displaying the name "Monkey Raina," but Abhimanyu, not knowing English, was clueless about its meaning. Tentatively, he touched the screen, and the call was answered.

"Woah!", he bewildered.

A voice began yelling, "You dog! Where are you? How dare you hit on that model when I clearly told you we can't just mess this up. This is a big photoshoot. Hello, are you still in the romantic mood or what?"

Abhimanyu, taken aback by the talking object, stared at it in shock. He kept rotating it trying to understand what's this shiny object.

"How is this object talking?" he mumbled loudly enough for the person on the other end to hear.

He's about to threw it away not liking how it's scared him but stopped when a person's voice rang.

"I have a mouth, you fucker! Or are you high or what?" the voice retorted angrily.

As he listened to the tirade, Abhimanyu's eyes fell on the screen, which displayed a picture of a monkey. Bursting into laughter, he said, "A monkey is talking! This is too funny!"

"Wait! Did you just call me monkey?" the voice retorted angrily.

Abhimanyu, still chuckling, asked, "Who are you?"

"What the fuck are you saying? Did you hit your head or what?" the voice snapped back.

"Stay right where you are. I'm coming over.", he said and cut the call.

Abhimanyu, still holding the phone, felt a mix of amusement and frustration. He couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of his predicament.

This strange new world, with its talking devices and bizarre customs, was a far cry from the princely life he had known. As he waited for the mysterious "Monkey Raina" to arrive, he couldn't help but wonder what other surprises this era had in store for him.

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