Banta and Preeto got married and left on their honeymoon. When they got back, Preeto immediately called her mother.
Her mother asked, 'How was the honeymoon? '
'Oh, mama, ' she replied, 'the honeymoon was wonderful! So romantic...'
Suddenly she burst out crying. 'But, mama, as soon as we returned Banta started using the most horrible language...things I`d never heard before!
I mean, all these awful 4-letter words! You`ve got to come get me and take me home.... Please mama! '
'Preeto, Preeto, ' her mother said, 'calm down! Tell me, what could be so awful? What 4-letter words? '
'Please don`t make me tell you, mama, ' wept Preeto, 'I`m so embarrassed they`re just too awful! Come get me, please! '
'You must tell me what has you so upset....Tell your mother these horrible 4-letter words! '
Still sobbing, Preeto said, 'Oh, mama...words like DUST, WASH, IRON, COOK...! '
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