Last Monday on Bhabiji’s b’day ,when I visited my "for two years happily married" bhaiiya , I found him listening to a Don William's track sitting on the sofa , stretching his legs onto the table , eyes closed and holding a smile in his lips. "Where is Bhabi ? " – I asked " He He ...the song is the story mere bhai .... This is the third time ...he he "Bhaiya found it pretty amusing. The story goes like this : 5 pm: ( Bhabiji) She packed up her suitcase and walked to the door She said she won't come like she's done before 5.30 pm ( Bhaiiya) I bet she's in Dallas (take it as Whitefield) before it gets dark I know she's thinking she's breaking my heart She knows I love her so she thinks I'll crawl But she never knew me, she never knew me, she never knew me at all 7.30 pm ( Bhaiya to me ) She knows I love her, I know I need her God knows to please her, I've tried and I've tried Yesterday night when I called up bhaiya, he wa...