28-06-2020, 12:05 PM
Salman was of the opinion that Tariq should also remove his vest to bring the contestants at par, so to say. However, the implications of this argument weren’t lost on Rozi, as she knew that once she lost a couple of rounds herself, she would be supposed to remove her shirt and bra at one go! Not, that the idea of losing and reaching that point seriously entered her mind at that stage, but still. (To make it clear to you: she was dressed in jeans, a lose button-down shirt with sleeves rolled up, not tucked in but hanging out, over the top of her jeans, and of course a pair of casual slippers.)
The point was referred to me for adjudication and I had to rule in favor of Rozi, not willingly, but to conform to her expectations (as a husband I couldn’t appear eager to see my wife losing her shirt and bra in one go before two young men). Honestly, at this point, I had started thinking that Rozi was too good for her young opponents.
My hopes (I’m almost ashamed to say so) started rising when Salman won the third round. If Rozi was worried she certainly didn’t show it. She took off her slippers without comment and immediately started getting ready for the next round.
By this time I was building an urge to pee, but dared not get up from my seat. The anticipation and the suspense were just too much. If Rozi lost this round she would have to take off her shirt. Would she actually do it? After making Salman and Tariq take off their shirts she had certainly put herself in a corner. And if I know anything about my wife it’s that she would rather die than back-off in a challenge. But then, would she go to that extent? It was with thoughts like these in my mind that I watched the rapidly piling cards on the table, their faces changing from King to Queen to Joker in seconds.
The point was referred to me for adjudication and I had to rule in favor of Rozi, not willingly, but to conform to her expectations (as a husband I couldn’t appear eager to see my wife losing her shirt and bra in one go before two young men). Honestly, at this point, I had started thinking that Rozi was too good for her young opponents.
My hopes (I’m almost ashamed to say so) started rising when Salman won the third round. If Rozi was worried she certainly didn’t show it. She took off her slippers without comment and immediately started getting ready for the next round.
By this time I was building an urge to pee, but dared not get up from my seat. The anticipation and the suspense were just too much. If Rozi lost this round she would have to take off her shirt. Would she actually do it? After making Salman and Tariq take off their shirts she had certainly put herself in a corner. And if I know anything about my wife it’s that she would rather die than back-off in a challenge. But then, would she go to that extent? It was with thoughts like these in my mind that I watched the rapidly piling cards on the table, their faces changing from King to Queen to Joker in seconds.