“You bloody fool!”(The moment Prashant angrily said this to his wife, he immediately realized his mistake.) “What did you say? Say it again!”(Sarita asked, glaring at him.) Prashant (carefully recovering):“I said that in anger you look like a ‘red flower’! Bloody means the color of blood — red… and flower, well, you already know what that means.” “Oh my! Even in anger, you love me so much. You too are a bloody flower for me!”(She says shyly and walks into the kitchen.) “Saved myse