"Yaar, Ranbir, ab teri bhi shaadi ho rahi hai. Ab tu bhi Yuvi ki tarah joru ka gulaam ban jayega," Krish teases, a wicked grin curling his lips as his elbow nudges Ranbir playfully. His tone drips with exaggerated drama, and the quip ripples through the warm afternoon air, drawing an easy round of laughter from the group.
(Ranbir, now you're getting married too. Soon you'll be just like Yuvi, wrapped around your wife's finger.)
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