Unfazed by the insult, Kareen's mischievous smirk remained on her face, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh, so Mishaali, you think you have class? How adorable, thinking that dressing prim and proper makes you classy," she taunted with a sly grin. Turning to Rajesh, she continued, "And where exactly did you meet Mishaali, Rajesh? Was it in some questionable place, perhaps a grimy mud-wrestling slum?" Kareen's words carried a hint of truth, a secret that Mishaali preferred to keep hidden - the catfight event where they had crossed paths.