Amarkanth Varma:
Suppose we do get married. What do you think? Will we be happy together? With lots of love and bliss?
Amarkanth Varma:
Then we'll fight; break heads
[smiles when she smiles]
Amarkanth Varma:
But, listen, once the kids come, no more fights.
Meghna:
No, they will be involved, too.
Amarkanth Varma:
[intrigued]
Really? How many kids will we have? One? Two?
Meghna:
More.
Amarkanth Varma:
[amused]
More?... Three? Four?
Meghna:
Eight.
Amarkanth Varma:
[in disbelief]
Eeii - eight?
Meghna:
hmm, yes
[smiles]
Amarkanth Varma:
Oh, God. Okay, but they have to look like me.
Meghna:
If they resemble you, then you keep them.
Amarkanth Varma:
Oi! If not me, should they look like you? With your tiny eyes? Your flat nose?
Meghna:
[smiling]
Flat nose?
Amarkanth Varma:
[playfully comments]
Hmm, didn't anyone ever tell you that only your smile is all right?
[Meghna pushes him away]
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