One afternoon when Mukesh was with Meeta, she asked that he shave his beard.
"I do like your beard, Mukesh, but I would really love to see your handsome face." Meeta said.
"My wife loves this beard, honey." Mukesh replied. "I couldn't possibly shave it. She would kill me."
"Oh, please..." Meeta purred.
"Really, I can't." Mukesh replied. "My wife loves this beard!"
Meeta asked once more, and Mukesh sighed and finally gave up.
That night, Mukesh crawled into bed while Geeeta was sleeping.
Geeeta stirred, felt his face, and said, "Oh, Mahesh, you shouldn't be here! My husband will be home any time soon!"