They call me a stud. They say that my taste changes with the taste on my tongue (food here! Yeah food) But look at her when she is with me. Look at the smile on her lips, the twinkle in her eyes and the flutter in her heart brimming with joy. It’s real, all real. While in her sight, I’m the one on her mind. Out of sight, I’m still the one and the only one on her mind. Look at her happiness when she is with me. And they call me a stud. So I must be a stud. Yes, I’m a stud! But just look at her when she is with me.
– Antra Chauhan