The company senior management decided to throw a big party for Mithun and Geetha's 15th wedding anniversary. Since they have been the CEOs and founder members of this manufacturing plant. All the workers and officers of the factory were gathered with their families and were waiting for the Boss's arrival. Mrs.Geetha is about to give a speech on maintaining good husband and wife relationships. Then There came the biggest shock.
To everyone's surprise Geetha only brought another women with her instead of Mithun.
Geetha : ........ The greatest achievement in me and Mithuns's relationship is the presence or Mirthula (Mithun). Yes I dress Mithun alot as women. This helped us gain a deeper understanding about
about each other. So today I decided to bring Mirthula out of closet. She even chose the red colored saree to look like me.We are the Happiest so I urge every wives , sisters, mothers, to do this to your male relatives. Your lives will be much more fun. Thank you.
This started give many giggles among the girls and women present there while many men started to frown and show disgust. Then Mirthula heard young girls seated in front talking.
gril 1: Hey look at the way Mithun Sir or...Mirthula Mam is dressed...She is prettier than her wife (and Giggled)
girl 2: Yeah. She is more womanly than her wife with her pleated pallu and hand full of bangles. The only difference between him his wife is the hand bag his wife carrying. I'm sure Mirthula must have plenty of them at home. (Then both started laughing)
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