Rohini: "I’ve been telling you for ages to just take my measurements, otherwise it’s going to get even later! You're the one who is intentionally delaying everything."

​Tailor: (Stepping closer, his breath grazing her face) "What did I tell you, Bhabhi-ji? Your loving tailor is right here with you... so what is there to stress about?"

​Rohini: "That's exactly why I'm stressed! Now cut the crap and just take the measurements."

​Tailor: (Slowly unrolling his measuring tape, staring straight at her chest) "Stressed while I'm right here? Just watch how I wrap this tape around your body today... I promise you, you will never forget this day. I'm going to take every single inch of your tight body, and I'll make sure I thrust this tape so deep and so hard into your curves that you'll remember the fit forever..."

​Rohini: (Shifting uncomfortably as his gaze drops down her body) "Are you here to take the size of my clothes, or are you here to size up my body? What the hell are these twisted things you keep saying? Are you going to measure me right now, or should I just call another tailor who actually knows how to work?"

​Tailor: (Smirking shamelessly, taking another step forward) "Oh, Bhabhi-ji, why do you get so hot and angry over every little thing? Can’t I even tease my incredibly beautiful, drop-dead sexy Bhabhi-ji just a little bit?"

​Rohini: "Are you seriously trying to flirt with me? I'm not stupid, I understand exactly what you're doing... Did you come here to hit on me, or are you actually going to touch me with that tape?"

​Tailor: (Dropping his voice to a low, husky whisper, staring directly at her exposed waist) "Bhabhi-ji, I’m just speaking the raw truth. If I hide how I feel, even God won't forgive me... You look insanely sexy today. Anyone who looks at you would instantly lose their mind. This red saree makes you look like pure, walking temptation, like God took his sweet time carving every single curve of your body. You look like a juicy, sweet piece of flesh begging to be tasted."

​Rohini: (Her chest heaving under her tight blouse) "Are you done pouring your cheap lust all over me, or is the measurement going to happen today?"

​Tailor: (Licking his lips, his eyes tracing the heavy line of her hips) "No, seriously, Bhabhi-ji... looking at your tight body, no one would ever believe you’re 40+. You look so tight and fresh, like a hot 20-year-old girl who’s just waiting to be broken in..."