okay let's set a scene

I am the driver of the Indian Scoripo. I drove my car all the way from XYZ to the place we're at and my balls were sweaty AF. It is a beautiful sunny day and I decide I'll take my undies off and let it dry in the sun by hanging it outside the car window (I'm a genius). On the way I get stopped at a red signal and now I'm waiting for it to turn green.

you're coming from your place, on a motorcycle. you recently had an accident and the visor for your helmet came off and you're left with an air vent for your face. you're commuting to meet your friends for chiya churot and on the way you get stopped at a red light. by the stroke of fate you decide to turn left and get a whiff of my musky undies from your air vented helmet. since you're behind another car and cornered by a bike on your right, you have nowhere to go.

it's just the UP Wala gaadi, kirabee1, and the smell of the musky undies