Politics, V-day, Chappals and the Rest...

Boy B and Girl G are walking down the road, deep in conversation. Suddenly, leader L and followers F jump out at them.
L: What are you both doing?
B: Sir, walking.
L: Together? Where to?
G: Coffee shop, sir.
L (Angrily): Coffee? In one of those shameless ventures that promote young boys and girls sitting together and drinking?? When all the Indians in the rural sector are starving and dying and...
B: Sir, we drink coffee only. With Indian coffee beans.
L: Don't talk back! Are you both married?
B and G together: No.
L: Are you related? Brother and sister?
B: No sir.
L (smirking): You are friends?
Crowd also smirks. From the back, a chappal is hurled at B and G. Someone yells, "Friends don't exist!"
L decisively says: For walking around in the open, talking and pretending to be friends you shall now be married in the temple.
B and G look shocked. Before they can protest, they are whisked away to the temple. Priest P there quickly rings a bell, does arati- first for leader, then for the deity and pronounces B and G married. They are made to sign in the register.
Someone throws a chappal again. "Celebration of the marriage!"
B meekly says: Sir, I need to inform my parents now.
L is delighted. Now he can watch the slow torture of B and G. L: Yes, Yes. Call them.
B makes a call, and L and his F settle down to wait for the parents to come.
B's father arrives, and to L's shock, it is a senior leader in his own party.
Father of the boy FB: What is going on.
B: I am married, daddyji. L kindly did the ceremony. G is now your daughter-in-law.
FB looks from B to G to L. As realisation dawns, his face turns red. He roars at L: What have you done you moron? Do you know she is not even from the same religion as us? I have been fighting to prevent this bloody marriage!
L is dumbstruck at the sudden turn of events. He falls at FB's feet. L: Sir, I did not know. Sir she didnt tell me...
You didn't ask, G helpfully says.
From the back, for the third time, a chappal is thrown. It hits FB in the face. Someone yells, "FB ki jai!"
FB is furious. Stop throwing the bloody chappals, he howls. You bloody morons, the entire lot of you, this was a complete set up. #%#$^ the bloody bunch of you!
Followers are shocked at these expletives replacing the God's name that FB normally chants. They are so subdued they forget to do anything with the chappals.
L is sobbing at FB's feet, pleading and saying he is willing to hit himself with all the chappals thrown. FB is jumping around, literally hopping mad.
B and G take in the scene, and with satisfaction walk away, happily married.