“Oh my god! This is the best fucking Bollywood party I’ve been to!”, yells an excited favourite of yours who’s basically all but unceremoniously disappeared from screens.
She stops in her tracks at the slight commotion to see who screamed. It’s at that moment you look at her and realise that she’s god’s perfect creation.
When she sees who caused the commotion she goes to do a facepalm but realises midway that it may seem rude. She then expertly diverts her hand to her head for a head scratch. What a moment!
She then looks at you and smiles as if she knows something that you don’t. Your cock throbs in Kiara’s mouth as you stare at Dishu’s magnificent figure.
The lighting suddenly changes as music plays and Deeps suddenly breaks into a surprise dance performance that’s reminiscent of her insane item number Dum Maaro Dum.
A round of random drinks is passed around and they seem to be extremely strong. In fact they’re to the extent that the moment people drink them, they start grooving. The next person to dance is no exception.
Her poisonous moves at this age with a body as curvy and fine as the world’s most delicious wine is a combination that’s too deadly for anyone to handle.
Your girlfriend looks over at the way the night is unfolding and smiles knowing her sister is getting the hottest wedding celebration there is to get up till now.
Your friend breaks into her dance to recreate her own performance from those many months ago, marking one of the most accurate and hottest recreations of an item number to date.