Santa and Preeto got married a month back. By this time Preeto had found out that Santa was a bit hot tempered. One late evening when both of them were in a real romantic mood, Preeto whispered in Santa's ears: “if I tell you some little secret, promise me that you won’t get angry.”
Santa, a little tipsy and quite in the mood replied: “Go ahead darling, I promise.”
Preeto: “I am pregnant.”
Santa: “Why, that’s good news. What is there to be angry about?”
Preeto: “I don’t know. When I told my father about this a month back he beat me black and blue.”
Santa, a little tipsy and quite in the mood replied: “Go ahead darling, I promise.”
Preeto: “I am pregnant.”
Santa: “Why, that’s good news. What is there to be angry about?”
Preeto: “I don’t know. When I told my father about this a month back he beat me black and blue.”
