Puri looked at the potato, disdain writ large on her face!

“How plain and boring you are!” She wailed. “Look at me, crisp on the outside, soft and delectable on the inside. Chana in all his glory wants me to be his. Healthy sprouted moong dal wonderfully spiced covets me and I am attracted to him like a moth to flame. You are, pale yellow, lumpy sometimes, almost tasteless, wanting me to be yours forever. Tough competition, my darling,” tittered proud Puri.

“The potato was not to be run aground by the new-age protein-rich health buffs like C and SM.

He said, “Can you see that boy and girl there? Checking out one another when the other is not looking?” As Puri followed his gaze, he continued, “He has brought her here to win her love. The best pani puri will win him his love. If she chooses me over C and SM, will you be mine forever?” Challenged the humble but confident aloo. 

“Oh yes,” cooed the romantic Puri. “I love it when you guys compete for me!”

Aloo prayed with all his heart that Bhola Bhaiyya, the panipuri stall owner, gets his flavours right, as usual.

The girl took the C with the Puri and her eyes widened joyfully. The next one was with the SM, and she seemed to like it too. Then came Aloo’s turn. When the flavours and textures touched her tongue, she moaned orgasmically. She found love! Aloo will always be the king. 

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