Tarak knows that she is saying this but internally she wants him to say that she should do something.

Anjali : so?

Tarak : so, what nothing I will ask him to leave, you stay here?

Tarak is about to walk out, when she hold his hand.

Anjali : wait wait, I feel.... I mean I think if he came then we should not insult him.

Tarak : so, who is gonna insult him, I just pay him his money and ask him to leave. Simple...

Anjali wants it, it's clearly visible in her eyes.

But the fact is right too, that she was practically vibrating at the unexpected arrival of the delivery man again.

Anjali : I guess, we should make him a bit happy?

Tarak : happy, like?

Anjali : like from doing something for him? If you say.

Tarak : you know right, what will make him happy? (He said squeezing her boobs over her top)

Anjali : uhm... If you say so.. (Shyly)

Tarak : you want it isn't it? Aren't you ready for round two with him?

Anjali (shyly) : Only if you are ready to let me do?

Tarak : okay I won't stop you.

Anjali nodded and jumped up and down twice, the happiness of her didn't make me happy. But this is gonna help me too.

Anjali : how do we start? I can't think of anything right now.

Tarak : he must need a cup of coffee?

Anjali : okay so we will do the same?

I think about it, but the initial things is already something I wrote, I can't say it to her.

But, again seeing him taking off her top is frustrating and waste of time for her.

Tarak (suggest her) : You take off your t-shirt and come out there topless.

Anjali giggled but shyly.

Anjali : Then?

Tarak : He may be a more confident man this time, so let's see what will he do?

Stay tuned