Pakhi knew she loved him. Nothing would stop her now.
She had woken early to talk to dad, while mum was fast asleep. He was easily convinced. Mum was the fly in the ointment, hard to persuade.
Pakhi faced her anxiously. “I love him, Ma. There’s no one like him in all four corners of the earth. You know I love him. Don’t stop me,” she pleaded.
“Let her go,” added dad. “It’s not everyday that SRK comes to town. Let her have her fifteen minutes of fame.”
“I’ll go with her,” beamed start-struck mum, he’s my crush too.
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The prompts for the week are:
Fifteen minutes of Fame
Fly in the ointment
Four corners of the earth