Mujrim Ko Fansi Ki Saja Sunane Ke Baad Judge Ne Us Se Puchha
Judge: “Koi Akhiri Khawish?”
Mujrim: “Aap Ki Beti Se Shaadi, Blackbery Bold, Apple I-Phone, 100 Crore Rupaye, U.S.A Ka Visa, 2 Saal Ka Honeymoon Trip, 6-7 Bacche Jo Aapko Nana-Nana Aur Mujhe Papa-Papa Kahe, Aur Main Unki Shaadi Karwa Doon, Uske Baad Aap Jo Bhi Faisla Doge Mujhe Manjoor Hoga”
Judge Zor Se Haste Hue Bola: “Muh Mein Le Le Mera Sale, Meri Koi Beti Hi Nahi Hai, Taang Do Madarch0d Ko Abhi Ke Abhi“
Judge: “Koi Akhiri Khawish?”
Mujrim: “Aap Ki Beti Se Shaadi, Blackbery Bold, Apple I-Phone, 100 Crore Rupaye, U.S.A Ka Visa, 2 Saal Ka Honeymoon Trip, 6-7 Bacche Jo Aapko Nana-Nana Aur Mujhe Papa-Papa Kahe, Aur Main Unki Shaadi Karwa Doon, Uske Baad Aap Jo Bhi Faisla Doge Mujhe Manjoor Hoga”
Judge Zor Se Haste Hue Bola: “Muh Mein Le Le Mera Sale, Meri Koi Beti Hi Nahi Hai, Taang Do Madarch0d Ko Abhi Ke Abhi“
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