Aree Rahul, biscut ke saath khao na", The Prime Minister suggested. Rahul smiled and picked up a biscuit or rather, a piece of a biscuit (because they were all crushed), the biscuit was stale and moist but Rahul nonetheless proceeded to dip it into the delicious, now cold chai. The moment the biscuit was dunked into the chai, it broke off, falling into the chai. Modi chuckled. "Mai maddat karta hu." Modi proclaimed and before Rahul could react Modi's hand reached deep into the cup of chai and scooped out the remains of the biscuit. Rahul stood there horrified. He gasped. Modi made full use of the opportunity and entered his hand into Rahul's mouth with the remains of the biscuits that were still in his hand. "Yeh lo." Said Modi. As horrified as Rahul was, he was beet red. He savoured the flavour of the biscuits and along with it the flavour of Modi's hand which was still in his mouth and wondered why the biscuits smelled of ammonia READ THE FULL STORY TO FIND OUT WHAT HAPPENS AFTER **Guys it's just my mann ki baat don't kill me for this. ** THIS IS SATIRE

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