The room was filled with pizza aroma, twelve people gathered around the antique dining table which consists of 3 laptops, five different files, sticky notes and food.
"So here is the plan.... " concluded Trisha.
How the hell we are going to do that? asked A,
This is mission impossible.... we are dealing with your dad who fucking hates love marriages, and one mistake we are done for life.....
said B
Thanks for the pizza, bye said C
Dosha is a bad actor let's say even we put everything together
Trisha - Stop overreacting there's no other way....
you fuckers have no options but to help..
i ahve got the contracts ready?
Contracts? what contracts? I swear she is crazy....
shut it!
this is going to happen, we have two people who's kundlis match, same caste.... the only thing left is to make the families believe that it is an arranged marriage...
Comedy
Sketch of God presenting his next best idea on SharkTank...something called "Dogs." (This is actually what I want the sketch to turn into. It's originally "the board of planet earth" but I realize it's more of a SharkTank situation, so I might revise it later.)