“pata nahi madam…nakab tha uske chehre par. Main to kal hi kaam chhod kar chali jaaungi yaha se. pata nahi kya-kya ho raha hai yaha.”
“kya matlab…”
“kya aapko kuchh nahi pata…”
“nahi…”
Vo bolne hi wali thi ki peechhe se sanjay thakur ki awaaj aayi.
“champa!”
“j-ji maalik,” champa ne kaha.
“kya kar rahi thi itni raat ko tum baahar…” sanjay thakur ne kaha.
“v-vo mujhe neend nahi aa rahi thi…bas yu hi tahal rahi thi,” champa ne kaha.
“jaao ab ja kar sho jaao,” sanjay thakur ne kadak awaaj mein kaha. Phir vo kamya ke karib aaya aur bola, “tumhe baahar aane ki kya jaroorat thi. Aise mein ander hi rahna chaahiye. Chalo…” bolte huve sanjay thakur charo taraf nazar rakh raha tha.
Kamya ko kuchh samajh nahi aa raha tha ki kya ho raha hai. Vo chupchap sanjay thakur ke saath kamre mein aa gayi. Dhero sawal uske man mein ghum rahe the. Jayada use ye baat sata rahi thi ki ab vo kaise chori chhupe niklegi raat ko baahar. Vo to soch rahi thi ki vo kisi din bhaag niklegi raat ko. Aise mein aisa karna bevkoofi se kam nahi hoga. Pata nahi kya chal raha hai is laal haweli mein. Hey bhagvaan agar vo nakabposh khidki taud kar tab ghus aata ander jab vo washroom mein thi to kya hota…
Raat ke karib teen baj rahe the. Champa sar jhukaye apne kamre ke baahar khadi thi. Uske saamne police inspector, ranjit chauhan khada tha. Saath hi sanjay thakur khada tha. Usne jo kuchh bhi dekha tha vo sab bata diya tha inspector ko magar phir bhi vo use aise dekh raha tha jaise ki vo kuchh chhupa rahi ho. Use bahut dar lag raha tha. Ye inspector pure gaon mein badnaam tha. Jab se vo gaon mein aaya tha, gaon ki har mahila us se darti thi. Gaon mein ye afvaah thi ki jis bhi ladki par dil aata tha uska vo use ya uske parivar ke kisi sadashya ko jhute case mein phansa deta tha aur phir case rafa dafa karne ke liye ladki ko ghar bulata tha apne saath sone ke liye. Gaon mein koyi bhi khud ko surakshit mahsus nahi karta tha. Uska khauf isliye bhi jyada tha kyonki vo thakur saahib ke saath uthta-baithta tha.
Agar kahi suraksha thi to vo is laal haweli mein thi. Thakur saahib ke yaha kaam karne wali kisi bhi aurat par buri nazar nahi daal sakta tha vo. Yahi kaaran tha ki vo yaha kaam karne ke liye raji ho gayi thi. Rahna…khana sab badhiya tha haweli mein. Aur phir ek suraksha ki bhavna bhi rahti thi. Abhi teen mahine pahle hi yaha kaam karna susu kiya tha usne. Magar dheere-dheere use lagne laga tha ki yaha kaam karna utna surakshit nahi tha jeetna suru-suru mein use laga tha.
“thakur saahib agar aap bura na maane to kya main champa se akele mein baat kar lun?” inspector ne kaha.
“haan-haan bilkul karo, main apne kamre mein chalta hun. Jab puchh taach ho jaaye to darvaja khadka dena.”
“aap chaahe to araam kijiye apni nayi naveli dulhan ke saath. Main kal subah milta hun aapse aakar,” inspector ne kaha.
“nahi-nahi mujhse araam nahi hoga. Main jaanana chaahta hun ki kiski itni himmat ho gayi mere kamre ki khidki taudne ki…”
“aap chinta na karein thakur saahib. Sab mujh par chhod dijiye…”
Sanjay thakur ke jaane ke baad inspector dheere se bola, “chal ander tere kamre mein baith kar baat karte hain.”
“servent quarter hai saahib ye…aapko shayad achha na lage,” champa ne kaha. Vo dar rahi thi uske saath kamre mein jaane se.
“arey is laal haweli ke servent quarter bhi aam aadmi ke kamre se kahi jyada achhe hain. Chal ander.”
Champa ko dar lag raha tha. Aisa lag raha tha jaise ki inspector ki agli shikar vo hogi. Vo thar-thar kaampte huve kamre mein ghus gayi.
“tum kya daru peeti ho?” inspector ne puchha.
“nahi saahib…”
“phir tere kamre mein daru ki mahak kyon faili huyi hai?”
“y-ye vo bholu tha na mere kamre mein. Usne pee rakhi thi aaj.”
Bholu, champa ke saath kitchen ka pura kaam dekhta tha. Champa rotiya banati thi aur vo sabjiyan. Usi kambakhat ke kaaran vo is musibat mein phansi thi. Raat ke koyi ek baje daru pee kar aa gaya tha vo uske kamre par aur uska darvaja peet raha tha. Is dar se ki haweli mein koyi aur na uth jaaye usne darvaja khol diya tha.
“hmm… sharab ke saath vo chut ka nasha karne aaya tha kya?” inspector ne kaha.
Laal Haweli - sex novel - bharpoor chudai ki kahani
Re: Laal Haweli - sex novel - bharpoor chudai ki kahani
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A woman is like a tea bag - you can't tell how strong she is until you put her in hot water.
A woman is like a tea bag - you can't tell how strong she is until you put her in hot water.
Re: Laal Haweli - sex novel - bharpoor chudai ki kahani
Champa to dang rah gayi ye sun kar. “j-ji…”
“sach-sach bata kya karne aaya tha vo yaha?”
“v-vo bas mujhse baat karna chaahta tha…aur kuchh nahi.”
“puri baat bata!” inspector ne kaha.
“v-vo galat iraade se aaya tha. Main use bol rahi thi ki vo abhi nashe mein hai apne kamre mein chala jaaye magar vo sun hi nahi raha tha.”
Kamre mein ghuss kar vo champa ke bistar par late gaya tha aur champa se request kar raha tha ki ek baar vo uske saath sho jaaye. Magar ye baat vo inspector ko nahi bata sakti thi.
“phir kya huva..”
“m-main use kamre mein hi chhod kar baahar nikal aayi. Maine socha thodi der kitchen mein baith leti hun jaakar. Main kitchen mein ja hi rahi thi ki mujhe thakur saahib ki khidki ke baahar ek saaya deekha. Vo khidki khonle ki koshis kar raha tha. Usne mujhe dekh liya aur meri taraf dauda. Uske haath mein tejdhaar chaaku tha bada sa. Main jor se cheellayi. Tabhi thakur saahib vaha aa gaye. Vo bhi shayad baahar hi ghum rahe the…”
“baahar ghum rahe the?”
“j-ji…”
“par aaj to javan chut maarne ki raat thi unki…baahar kyon ghum rahe the thakur saahib?”
Champa ka gala sukh gaya aisi gandi baat sun kar.
“bol na vo baahar kyon ghum rahe the?”
“m-mujhe nahi pata aap unse hi kyon nahi puchh lete?”
Inspector ne uske daayein ubhar ko pakad liya aur jor se bheechne laga.
“aaah…ye kya kar rahe hain aap saahib?”
“kyon maja nahi aa raha kya tujhe?” inspector ne kaha.
“chhodiye varna main cheellaungi…”
“agar sabko pata chal jaaye ki raat ko tum apne kamre mein bholu ko bulaati ho to bolo kya hoga tumhara?”
“m-maine use nahi bulaya tha…vo khud aaya tha,” champa ne kaha.
“lekin teri baat sunega kon. Bholu khud yahi kahega ki tune hi use bulaya tha…”
“vo aisa kyon bolega?”
“jab mera danda padega uski gaand pe to vo kuchh bhi bolega. Bahut dino se nazar thi meri tujh par. Main plan bana hi raha tha teri chut lene ki magar tu yaha haweli mein aa gayi kaam karne. Aaj moka mila hai mujhe. Ye moka haath se nahi jaane dunga.”
“saahib chhod do please…”
“dekh mujhe bas tu seedhi tarah chut de de. Vada karta hun ki us bholu ko aisa seedha karunga ki dubara tere kamre pe nahi aayega. Bol kya…bolti hai.”
“main shadi shuda hun saahib.”
“to kya huva. Kisi ko pata nahi chalega. Aur ek baat bataun…tu hai jo itni veenti kar raha hun varna to tujhe jhuka kar ek minute mein teri chut maar leta. Teri baat hi alag hai. Bahut ladkiyan hai gaon mein magar tere jaisi bahut kam hai. Chehra bhi sunder hai tera aur sharir bhi. Ye thakur to khub lete honge teri…”
“aisa kuchh nahi hai…”
“dekh main thakur ko bol dunga ki tum bhi us saaye ke saath thi…tum bhi jaanti ho ki kya haal karega vo tera. Aur phir jail le jaakar teri main vaise bhi le hi lunga. Achha hoga ki meri baat maan lo. Faayde mein rahogi.”
Ek pal ko champa ne ranjit ki baat par gaur kiya. Vo sahi kah raha tha. Barbaad hone ki bajaye kyon na vo ek baar use jhel le. Bas do minute ki hi baat hai. Kisi ko kuchh pata nahi chalega.
“theek hai…magar thakur saahib aa gaye to…”
“vo nahi aayenge…chal suru ho ja…” inspector ne apni jeep khol kar apna ling baahar nikaal liya. Champa ki to aankhe phati rah gayi itna bada ling dekh kar.
“kya huva champa…jhatka laga kya itna bada lund dekh kar. Tere mard ka nahi hai na itna bada…bol…bol…main teri shakal dekh kar hi samajh gaya hun ki tu chhote lund se kaam chala rahi hai.”
“m-mere mard ke baare mein kuchh na kahein saahib…”
“chal kuchh nahi bolunga…baith ja neeche aur jaldi se muh mein le le. Ab ye nahi bolna ki tum lund nahi choosti ho. Chal jaldi kar…”
Champa na kabhi ling muh mein nahi liya tha apne mard ka jabki vo har baar bolta tha use. Lekin aaj vo gair mard ka ling muh mein lene ja rahi thi. Use karna hi hoga ye.
Vo baith gayi inspector ke saamne aur usne apna muh khola hi tha ki inspector ne apna ling ghusa diya uske muh mein aur uske baal pakad liye taaki vo peechhe na hat paaye. Aisa lag raha tha jaise ki moosal ghusa di ho kisi ne uske muh mein.
“aah maja aa raha hai. Sabaash aise hi chooso pyar se.”
“sach-sach bata kya karne aaya tha vo yaha?”
“v-vo bas mujhse baat karna chaahta tha…aur kuchh nahi.”
“puri baat bata!” inspector ne kaha.
“v-vo galat iraade se aaya tha. Main use bol rahi thi ki vo abhi nashe mein hai apne kamre mein chala jaaye magar vo sun hi nahi raha tha.”
Kamre mein ghuss kar vo champa ke bistar par late gaya tha aur champa se request kar raha tha ki ek baar vo uske saath sho jaaye. Magar ye baat vo inspector ko nahi bata sakti thi.
“phir kya huva..”
“m-main use kamre mein hi chhod kar baahar nikal aayi. Maine socha thodi der kitchen mein baith leti hun jaakar. Main kitchen mein ja hi rahi thi ki mujhe thakur saahib ki khidki ke baahar ek saaya deekha. Vo khidki khonle ki koshis kar raha tha. Usne mujhe dekh liya aur meri taraf dauda. Uske haath mein tejdhaar chaaku tha bada sa. Main jor se cheellayi. Tabhi thakur saahib vaha aa gaye. Vo bhi shayad baahar hi ghum rahe the…”
“baahar ghum rahe the?”
“j-ji…”
“par aaj to javan chut maarne ki raat thi unki…baahar kyon ghum rahe the thakur saahib?”
Champa ka gala sukh gaya aisi gandi baat sun kar.
“bol na vo baahar kyon ghum rahe the?”
“m-mujhe nahi pata aap unse hi kyon nahi puchh lete?”
Inspector ne uske daayein ubhar ko pakad liya aur jor se bheechne laga.
“aaah…ye kya kar rahe hain aap saahib?”
“kyon maja nahi aa raha kya tujhe?” inspector ne kaha.
“chhodiye varna main cheellaungi…”
“agar sabko pata chal jaaye ki raat ko tum apne kamre mein bholu ko bulaati ho to bolo kya hoga tumhara?”
“m-maine use nahi bulaya tha…vo khud aaya tha,” champa ne kaha.
“lekin teri baat sunega kon. Bholu khud yahi kahega ki tune hi use bulaya tha…”
“vo aisa kyon bolega?”
“jab mera danda padega uski gaand pe to vo kuchh bhi bolega. Bahut dino se nazar thi meri tujh par. Main plan bana hi raha tha teri chut lene ki magar tu yaha haweli mein aa gayi kaam karne. Aaj moka mila hai mujhe. Ye moka haath se nahi jaane dunga.”
“saahib chhod do please…”
“dekh mujhe bas tu seedhi tarah chut de de. Vada karta hun ki us bholu ko aisa seedha karunga ki dubara tere kamre pe nahi aayega. Bol kya…bolti hai.”
“main shadi shuda hun saahib.”
“to kya huva. Kisi ko pata nahi chalega. Aur ek baat bataun…tu hai jo itni veenti kar raha hun varna to tujhe jhuka kar ek minute mein teri chut maar leta. Teri baat hi alag hai. Bahut ladkiyan hai gaon mein magar tere jaisi bahut kam hai. Chehra bhi sunder hai tera aur sharir bhi. Ye thakur to khub lete honge teri…”
“aisa kuchh nahi hai…”
“dekh main thakur ko bol dunga ki tum bhi us saaye ke saath thi…tum bhi jaanti ho ki kya haal karega vo tera. Aur phir jail le jaakar teri main vaise bhi le hi lunga. Achha hoga ki meri baat maan lo. Faayde mein rahogi.”
Ek pal ko champa ne ranjit ki baat par gaur kiya. Vo sahi kah raha tha. Barbaad hone ki bajaye kyon na vo ek baar use jhel le. Bas do minute ki hi baat hai. Kisi ko kuchh pata nahi chalega.
“theek hai…magar thakur saahib aa gaye to…”
“vo nahi aayenge…chal suru ho ja…” inspector ne apni jeep khol kar apna ling baahar nikaal liya. Champa ki to aankhe phati rah gayi itna bada ling dekh kar.
“kya huva champa…jhatka laga kya itna bada lund dekh kar. Tere mard ka nahi hai na itna bada…bol…bol…main teri shakal dekh kar hi samajh gaya hun ki tu chhote lund se kaam chala rahi hai.”
“m-mere mard ke baare mein kuchh na kahein saahib…”
“chal kuchh nahi bolunga…baith ja neeche aur jaldi se muh mein le le. Ab ye nahi bolna ki tum lund nahi choosti ho. Chal jaldi kar…”
Champa na kabhi ling muh mein nahi liya tha apne mard ka jabki vo har baar bolta tha use. Lekin aaj vo gair mard ka ling muh mein lene ja rahi thi. Use karna hi hoga ye.
Vo baith gayi inspector ke saamne aur usne apna muh khola hi tha ki inspector ne apna ling ghusa diya uske muh mein aur uske baal pakad liye taaki vo peechhe na hat paaye. Aisa lag raha tha jaise ki moosal ghusa di ho kisi ne uske muh mein.
“aah maja aa raha hai. Sabaash aise hi chooso pyar se.”
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A woman is like a tea bag - you can't tell how strong she is until you put her in hot water.
A woman is like a tea bag - you can't tell how strong she is until you put her in hot water.
Re: Laal Haweli - sex novel - bharpoor chudai ki kahani
Ek baar uska pati blue film ki cd laya tha. Usmein ek kaala aadmi jiska ling itna hi bada tha ek gori ladki se ling chusva raha tha. Aur vo ladki bade maje se choos rahi thi. Tab champa ko laga tha ki ye sab jhut hai…kisi ka itna bada kaha hota hoga aur koyi aise kyon choosega maje se. magar ab use lag raha tha ki vo film saayad sachi thi. Kyonki pata nahi kyon champa ko thoda-thoda maja aane laga tha. Vo ye baat kabul nahi karna chaahti thi magar ye sach tha ki vo itne bade ling ko dekh kar uttejit mahsus kar rahi thi.
“mujhe ummeed nahi thi ki tum itne pyar se choosogi. Tum to bahut badhiya lund choosti ho…kaha se seekha?”
“saahib aaj pahli baar choos rahi hun. Pahle kabhi nahi kiya aisa. Apne mard ke saath bhi nahi.”
Inspector ne uske sar par haath phiraya aur bola, “bahut mast maal hai champa tu to. Mujhe nahi pata tha ki tum aisi niklogi…chal ab teri chut ki baari hai…”
Champa to hatne ka naam hi nahi le rahi thi. Use sach mein maja aa raha tha.
“bas kar champa…chal khadi ho ja…” inspector ne kaha aur uske kandhe pakad kar use khada kiya.
Champa ne naada khola aur jhuk gayi inspector ke aage. Pata nahi kya ho gaya tha use. Use jara bhi sharam nahi aa rahi thi. Shayad ye uske sharir ki pyas thi jo ab saamne aa rahi thi. Pure ek saal se door thi vo apne pati se. ek saal lamba vakt hota hai. Aaj uska sharir sex ke aanand mein kho jaana chaahta tha. Haan inspector ne jabardasti taiyar kiya tha use magar ab ye uski chaahat ban gayi thi.
“kya gaand hai teri champa. Kitni chikni…kitni komal…” bolte-bolte vo uske nitambo ko kis karne laga. Champa to mari ja rahi thi uske mote ling ko ander lene ke liye. Magar thoda-thoda dar bhi lag raha tha.
“le lun teri…” inspector ne kaha aur apne ling ko champa ki yoni par rakh diya.
“le lijiye saahib…jitna lena ho le lijiye…” champa ne kaha.
Inspector ne jor ka dhakka maara aur uska ling phisal kar champa ki chhoti si chut mein phans gaya. Itna dard huva champa ko ki puchho mat. Vo cheellana chaahti thi magar usne apni muthi apne muh mein rakh li.
“dard ho raha hai saahib nikaal lijiye…aaahhh”
“ghabra mat champa…thodi der aise hi rukte hain. Dard chala jaayega to lunga teri…”
Yoni mein inspector ke mote ling ko phasaye jhuki rahi champa. Dard dheere-dheere kam ho raha tha. Achanak inspector ne dhakke maarne suru kar diye. Shayad vo samajh chuka tha ki ab vo uske ling ko jhel legi.
Phir kya tha. Kamre mein jaise toofan aa gaya. Inspector bina ruke baar-baar ander ghusa raha tha apne ling ko. Har baar vo aur teji se ander ghusata tha. 2 minute kab ke beet gaye the. Itni der mein to uska mard sab kaam khatam karke sho chuka hota tha magar ye inspector thamne ka naam nahi le raha tha. Vo baar-baar ek unchayi chhu rahi thi maje ki. Bahut jyada maja aa raha tha use. Use ab lag raha tha ki achha kiya inspector ne use blackmail karke. Itna maja usne aaj tak mahsus nahi kiya tha.
“pani teri chut mein chhod du kya?” inspector haampte huve bola.
“chhod dijiye saahib…chhod dijiye…” champa ne maathe ke pasine ponchte huve kaha.
Aur phir usne mahsus kiya ki uska ling dhadak raha hai uski yoni mein aur paani chhod raha hai har ek dhadkan ke saath.
Thak-thak-thak…
Dono hadbada gaye. Darvaja theek se band nahi tha aur khul gaya. “champa?” kamya ke bol muh mein hi rah gaye.
Inspector ne jhatke se ling baahar nikala champa ki yoni se aur use ander thuns kar apni zip band kar li.
“m-madam aap?” champa boli aur jhat se apne kapde theek kiye.
“aap yaha masti karne aaye hain ya criminal ko pakadne?” kamya ne kaha.
“sorry madam vo…huva kya ye to batayein?”
“abhi-abhi kisi ne darvaja khadkaya tha. Vo baahar nikle to kisi ne un par hamla kar diya. Main cheellayi to vo bhaag nikla…”
“aap chinta na karein main abhi dekhta hun kya maajra hai?”
Inspector ranjit ne apni pant ki jeb se rumal nikala aur apne mathe ke pasine ponchhe. Vo apne chehre par apne sexual adventure ke koyi nishan nahi chhodna chaahta tha. Sanjay Thakur ki nayi naveli dulhan use aise dekh rahi thi jaise vo koyi police wala nahi balki jail se bhaga koyi mujrim ho. Use dar lagne laga ki kahi vo sab kuchh thakur ko na bata de.
“mujhe ummeed nahi thi ki tum itne pyar se choosogi. Tum to bahut badhiya lund choosti ho…kaha se seekha?”
“saahib aaj pahli baar choos rahi hun. Pahle kabhi nahi kiya aisa. Apne mard ke saath bhi nahi.”
Inspector ne uske sar par haath phiraya aur bola, “bahut mast maal hai champa tu to. Mujhe nahi pata tha ki tum aisi niklogi…chal ab teri chut ki baari hai…”
Champa to hatne ka naam hi nahi le rahi thi. Use sach mein maja aa raha tha.
“bas kar champa…chal khadi ho ja…” inspector ne kaha aur uske kandhe pakad kar use khada kiya.
Champa ne naada khola aur jhuk gayi inspector ke aage. Pata nahi kya ho gaya tha use. Use jara bhi sharam nahi aa rahi thi. Shayad ye uske sharir ki pyas thi jo ab saamne aa rahi thi. Pure ek saal se door thi vo apne pati se. ek saal lamba vakt hota hai. Aaj uska sharir sex ke aanand mein kho jaana chaahta tha. Haan inspector ne jabardasti taiyar kiya tha use magar ab ye uski chaahat ban gayi thi.
“kya gaand hai teri champa. Kitni chikni…kitni komal…” bolte-bolte vo uske nitambo ko kis karne laga. Champa to mari ja rahi thi uske mote ling ko ander lene ke liye. Magar thoda-thoda dar bhi lag raha tha.
“le lun teri…” inspector ne kaha aur apne ling ko champa ki yoni par rakh diya.
“le lijiye saahib…jitna lena ho le lijiye…” champa ne kaha.
Inspector ne jor ka dhakka maara aur uska ling phisal kar champa ki chhoti si chut mein phans gaya. Itna dard huva champa ko ki puchho mat. Vo cheellana chaahti thi magar usne apni muthi apne muh mein rakh li.
“dard ho raha hai saahib nikaal lijiye…aaahhh”
“ghabra mat champa…thodi der aise hi rukte hain. Dard chala jaayega to lunga teri…”
Yoni mein inspector ke mote ling ko phasaye jhuki rahi champa. Dard dheere-dheere kam ho raha tha. Achanak inspector ne dhakke maarne suru kar diye. Shayad vo samajh chuka tha ki ab vo uske ling ko jhel legi.
Phir kya tha. Kamre mein jaise toofan aa gaya. Inspector bina ruke baar-baar ander ghusa raha tha apne ling ko. Har baar vo aur teji se ander ghusata tha. 2 minute kab ke beet gaye the. Itni der mein to uska mard sab kaam khatam karke sho chuka hota tha magar ye inspector thamne ka naam nahi le raha tha. Vo baar-baar ek unchayi chhu rahi thi maje ki. Bahut jyada maja aa raha tha use. Use ab lag raha tha ki achha kiya inspector ne use blackmail karke. Itna maja usne aaj tak mahsus nahi kiya tha.
“pani teri chut mein chhod du kya?” inspector haampte huve bola.
“chhod dijiye saahib…chhod dijiye…” champa ne maathe ke pasine ponchte huve kaha.
Aur phir usne mahsus kiya ki uska ling dhadak raha hai uski yoni mein aur paani chhod raha hai har ek dhadkan ke saath.
Thak-thak-thak…
Dono hadbada gaye. Darvaja theek se band nahi tha aur khul gaya. “champa?” kamya ke bol muh mein hi rah gaye.
Inspector ne jhatke se ling baahar nikala champa ki yoni se aur use ander thuns kar apni zip band kar li.
“m-madam aap?” champa boli aur jhat se apne kapde theek kiye.
“aap yaha masti karne aaye hain ya criminal ko pakadne?” kamya ne kaha.
“sorry madam vo…huva kya ye to batayein?”
“abhi-abhi kisi ne darvaja khadkaya tha. Vo baahar nikle to kisi ne un par hamla kar diya. Main cheellayi to vo bhaag nikla…”
“aap chinta na karein main abhi dekhta hun kya maajra hai?”
Inspector ranjit ne apni pant ki jeb se rumal nikala aur apne mathe ke pasine ponchhe. Vo apne chehre par apne sexual adventure ke koyi nishan nahi chhodna chaahta tha. Sanjay Thakur ki nayi naveli dulhan use aise dekh rahi thi jaise vo koyi police wala nahi balki jail se bhaga koyi mujrim ho. Use dar lagne laga ki kahi vo sab kuchh thakur ko na bata de.
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A woman is like a tea bag - you can't tell how strong she is until you put her in hot water.
A woman is like a tea bag - you can't tell how strong she is until you put her in hot water.