The man tumbled, wheeled around and straightened, still shivering like a leaf in a storm, his eyes double the size of his shrunken balls as he ogled her knees.
‘You stupid man!’ Jaanu rasped. ‘Leave, you’re in danger here!’
‘Please don’t eat me,’ he yowled, crossing his arms to protect his groin.
Jaanu groaned.
‘I’m vegan,’ she said, matter-of-fact.
He didn’t seem to hear her as he fished desperately in his bag, his eyes glued on her. He pulled out a crumpled piece of paper, opening it and squinting to read from it. ‘Manshun jabaar chudail naale…’
‘That wouldn’t work on any chudail,’ Jaanu sighed.
‘…baa araa…’ He stopped, frowning, looking rapidly from the paper to her and back. ‘But…but I paid fifty thousand rupees for this junglee chudail totka!’
‘Heard of internet scams before?’ she said, toenadering towards him. ‘And now you need to leave!’
‘P-p-lease don’t hurt me! I’m innocent. All I wanted to do is…to see your feet. I’ve never seen real chudail feet. Please. Once.’
‘My feet?’
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