Tarak : give him money of pizza?

Raj denied to take bill now.

Raj : I can't take money from you, after all I get so much already for this delivery. So I don't want money.

Anjali : but this is wrong, we can't take it free.

Raj : mam, it's okay keep it from my side for this kiss, sorry sir.

Tarak : it's okay.

Anjali : but that kiss was tip. Okay see if you don't want money, I request for one more kiss? In return of bill.

Raj : uhm...okay. (the delivery man said, looking less flustered now)

This time, before Anjali had moved, the delivery man himself leaned forward and pressed his wet lips onto her skin, right on her breastbone.

She sighed and the man took this as a sign to linger for a while longer, his eyes shut as he focused on his kissing.

I caught Anjali's eye again over his head and the two of us exchanged a look hot with meaning.

When the man stopped at last, I could see a trace of his saliva on anjali's chest.

Anjali breathed hard.

She kept her hand on the Raj's cheek as she leaned forward and planted a kiss herself on his forehead.

Anjali : thanks mister.

The mangalsutra swung in front of his face.

Becoming a little bold, he reached out and touched the pendent without asking her.

Anjali let him examine it.

Tarak is writing his ideas in notebook.

Raj : this is gold, right?

The delivery man looked at me.

Tarak : yes.

Raj : Sir, I hope you're not offended.

Tarak : if I would be offended you wont be here.

Raj : sorry sir, if I made any mistake.

Anjali opened the box of pizza. It's not that big.

Anjali : you ordered a small one? It wont be enough for all 3 !! (She said complaining)

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