Incest INCEST SHORT STORIES...1. MERI PYARI BHANJI

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INCEST SHORT STORIES

INTRODUCTION ABOUT THE SUBJECT

1.MERI PYARI BHANJI SHEENU
PART1 PART2 PART3 PART4 PART5 PART6 PART7 PART8 PART9 PART10 PART11

2. Didi aur main
PART1 PART2 PART3 PART4 PART5 Part6 Part7 Part8 Part9 Part10

3. OH PYARE CHACHU HAMARE
PART1 PART2 PART3 PART4 PART5 PART6 PART7 PART8 PART9 PART10 PART11
PART12 PART13 PART14 PART15 PART16 PART17 PART18

4. Meri Masi Shivani ki Shaadi

PART1 PART2 PART3 PART4 PART5 PART6 PART7 PART8 PART9
PART 10 PART 11 PART 12 PART 13 PART 14 PART 15 PART 16 PART 17
PART 18 PART 19 PART 20 PART 21 PART 22 PART 23 PART 24 PART 25
PART 26 PART 27(The End)

 

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Part 3 ​

(Ice-cream, “GF tax” aur secret gift)

Teen baje college khatam hua to maine turant Shivani masi ko phone lagaya.

Main: “Kahaan hai tu abhi?”
Shivani (background mein market ki awaazein): “Abhi bhi market mein hoon yaar, kapde dekh rahi thi. Tu free hua? Aa ja ice-cream parlour mein, wahi milte hain.”
Main: “Ten minutes mein pahunch raha hoon!”

Bike uda kar seedha parlour pahuncha. Door se hi dekha, wo bahar wali table par baithi thi, pink crop-top aur white skirt mein, sunglasses lagaye, ek hand mein cold coffee, dusre mein phone. Poora Instagram influencer wala pose.

Maine bike park ki aur seedha uske saamne chair kheenchi.

Main (saans phoolte hue): “Sun na… tera karnaama ho gaya aaj!”

Shivani ne sunglasses neeche kiya, aankhein badi karke: “Kya hua? Kisi ne tera murder karne ki koshish ki kya?”

Maine pura college ka scene bataya – Amit ki dhaul, Rohan-Vicky ki drama-baazi, “Miss India” wala dialogue, group ka poora hungama.

Shivani pehle serious bani rahi, phir ekdum se pet pakad kar hansne lagi. Table pe sir patak-patak kar has rahi thi.

Shivani (haanste-haanste): “Abe yaar!! To tu mujhe apni girlfriend bana kar poora college ghuma raha hai??
Arre wah Monu babu, bada tez ho gaya hai tu!”

Main sharma gaya: “Arre mazak mein chalne diya na… teri wajah se meri shaan badh gayi yaar!”

Shivani ne tissue se aankhein pochti hui: “Achha? GF banaya hai to tax bhi dena padega, samjha? Gift chahiye mujhe!”

Main (style maarte hue): “Bata kya chahiye? Ice-cream? Kulfi? Ya pura parlour khareed dun?”

Shivani (aankh maarte hue): “Ice-cream se kaam nahi chalega boyfriend ji… chalo mall chalte hain abhi!”

Bas phir kya tha. Bike pe phir se wo peeche baithi aur hum mall pahunch gaye.

Mall mein ghuste hi wo ladies bag section mein ghus gayi. Ek se ek designer bag dekhti rahi. Aakhir mein uski nazar ek off-white leather sling bag pe atak gayi – price tag dekh kar meri aankhein nikal aayi: ₹14,999.

Shivani (masti mein): “Yehi chahiye… GF ka first gift yaadgaar hona chahiye na!”

Main ek minute ko socha – pocket money + kuch saving thi – aur phir counter pe card nikaal diya.

Main: “Pack kar do bhaiya.”

Shivani ki aankhein chamak gayi. Usne mujhe wahi mall ke corridor mein jor se hug kar liya (itna jor se ki paas wale uncle-aunty bhi muskura diye).

Shivani (mere kaan mein): “Thank you so much Monu… tu sach mein best hai yaar!”

Phir hum dusri dukaan mein gaye. Wahan jewellery counter ke paas ek chhota sa section tha – bridal collection. Maine cashier se dheere se ek chhoti si velvet box mangwayi. Andar tha ek delicate rose-gold necklace, jisme ek chhota sa heart-shaped pendant tha. Price ₹22,000. Maine usko alag se gift-wrap karwaya aur bag mein chhupa liya.

Shivani ne poochha: “Ye kya hai?”
Main (mystery smile dete hue): “Ye shaadi ke din kholna… abhi nahi batayenge.”

Wo paagal ho gayi: “Arre abhi dikha na please!!”
Main: “Nahi. Surprise hai. Reception mein pehnana, tab dikhega kitna sundar lag raha hai.”

Shivani ne muh banaya, phir hans di aur boli: “Achha baba, theek hai. Par itna bada gift… ab to mujhe sach mein teri GF banna padega thodi der ke liye!”

Hum mall se nikle tab shaam ke 6:30 baj rahe the. Bike pe baithte waqt usne bag apne kandhe pe latkaya aur peeche se mujhe hug kar liya (is baar thoda zyada tightly).

Shivani (mere kaan mein): “Aaj se tu officially mera favourite boyfriend hai… temporary post hai, par shaadi tak chalega!”

Main hans pada aur bike start ki.

Ghar pahunchte-pahunchte mummy ne phone kiya: “Kahaan ho tum dono?”
Shivani ne phone cheena aur chillayi: “arey didi ham log shopping kar rahe the, fir hanste hue boli pata hai aaj se main monu ki gf ban gayi hun!”

Mummy ki hansne ki awaaz aayi: “Bas bas, jaldi aao, khana thanda ho raha hai!”

Raat ko dinner ke baad Shivani ne apna naya bag sabko dikhaya, mummy ne bhi taareef ki. Phir wo mere room mein aayi, bed pe baithi aur boli,

Shivani (dheemi awaaz mein): “Monu… sach mein thank you yaar. Itna mehnga gift… tu pagal hai.”

Main: “Tu bhi to meri sabse best dost hai na… thodi si shaan banane ke liye itna to banta hai.”

Shivani ne mujhe pillow maara aur hansne lagi: “Achha to sirf shaan ke liye itna kharcha? Kal se college mein bol dena ki breakup ho gaya!”

Main: “Arre nahi nahi… contract extend karte hain shaadi tak!”

Dono zor-zor se hanse.

Phir wo uthi, bag almirah mein rakha aur boli: “Ab so ja… kal phir 10 baje tuition. Aur haan, kal se bike pe helmet pehen kar baithungi, warna log sach mein shaadi ki date poochhne lagenge!”

Light off karte waqt mera dil khush tha.

Ek secret box mere drawer mein chhupa tha…
jo shaadi ke din uske gale mein hoga.
Tab tak…
temporary boyfriend ka permanent mazaa chal raha tha.

(Subah ki tuition aur akela college)

Subah 9:30 baje phir wahi scene.

Main bed pe pada tha, blanket odh kar soya hua. Darwaza khula aur Shivani masi ne zor se awaaz lagayi,

Shivani: “Monu! Uth na yaar, 9:30 baj rahe hain! Aaj integration by parts karna hai!”

Main aankhein malte hue utha. Usne aaj sky-blue top aur denim shorts pehna tha, baal messy bun mein, haath mein coffee aur book. Bilkul college ki strict senior wala vibe.

Main: “Bas 5 minute masi…”
Shivani (bed ke paas aakar blanket kheenchi): “5 minute matlab 10:30 baj jayenge! Chal brush kar, coffee pee aur table pe aa. Aaj 10 sums karwaye bina nahi chhodungi.”

Maine jaldi se fresh hua, coffee piya aur table par baith gaya. Aaj mood thoda serious tha uska.

Shivani: “Kal tune jo galtiyan ki thi na, aaj repeat nahi honi chahiye. Ye le, integration by parts ka formula likh pehle.”

Pura ek ghanta hum dono ne khoob mehnat ki. Wo seriously padha rahi thi, beech mein thodi si nok-jhok bhi hui.

Main galti karta to wo pen se mere haath pe thapki maar deti: “Abe dimaag laga Monu!”
Main: “Tu bhi to integration mein confuse ho jati thi!”
Shivani (hans kar): “Haan, isliye to tujhe confuse nahi hone dungi!”

11:45 baje tuition khatam hui. Usne book band ki aur boli,

Shivani: “Achha, aaj main market nahi ja rahi. Ghar pe hi rahungi, didi ke saath kapde sort karne hain shaadi ke. Tu akela jaa college, theek hai?”

Main: “Koi baat nahi, aaj to waise bhi koi poochhne wala nahi hai ‘GF kahan hai’ wala sawal.”

Shivani ne zubaan nikaali: “Haan, aaj breakup wali khabar faila dena college mein, warna log kal phir gift maangne lagenge mujhse!”

Main hans pada, bag uthaya, bike ki chabi li aur nikal gaya.

Aaj bike pe akela tha.
Hawa tez thi, par peeche wali seat khali thi.
Thodi si ajeeb si khali-khali feeling aa rahi thi.

College pahuncha to parking mein Amit-Vicky sab khade the. Door se hi chillaye,

Amit: “Arre bhai! Aaj akela kyun? GF kahan chhod aaya??”
Rohan: “Breakup ho gaya kya itni jaldi??”

Main style maarte hue utra aur bola,
Main: “Arre chill karo yaar, aaj uska mood nahi tha… ghar pe hai.”

Sab ne ek saath “Ooooo” kiya aur hansne lage.

Vicky: “Bhai, ladkiyan aise hi hoti hain… ek din saath, dusre din mood off!”

Main andar andar hans raha tha.
Dil mein soch raha tha,
kal tak to poora college meri “GF” ke peeche pada tha,
aur aaj bhi wahi mazaa chal raha hai…
sirf isliye ki Shivani masi ne subah bike pe nahi baithi.

Canteen mein baith kar maine usko message kiya:

Main: “Sab poochh rahe hain tujhe… bol raha hoon mood off hai tera ”
Shivani ka reply 2 minute mein aaya:
Shivani: “Hahaha… bol de kal se phir aayegi. Par kal gift mat bhoolna, nahi to sach mein breakup kar dungi ”

Main hans pada aur phone pocket mein daal diya.

Shaam ko ghar pahuncha to dekha mummy aur Shivani dono drawing room mein baithe shaadi ke kapdon ke samples dekh rahe the. Shivani ne mujhe dekha aur aankh maari.

Shivani: “Aa gaya mera temporary boyfriend? College mein mera naam liya ki nahi aaj?”

Main: “Pura din liya yaar… ab to log bol rahe hain kal phir saath mein aana warna breakup confirm samjhenge!”

Mummy hans padi: “Tum dono ko dekh kar lagta hai college ki love story chal rahi hai!”

Shivani aur main ek dusre ko dekhe aur zor se hanse.

Phir wo uthi, mere paas aayi aur dheere se boli,
Shivani: “Kal subah 10 baje sharp tuition… aur shaam ko kulfi + bike ride. Deal pakki?”

Main: “Deal!”

Aaj bike akeli chali thi…
kal phir peeche wali seat bhari hone wali thi.
Aur college ka “GF wala” drama bhi full-on continue.

(To be continued…)

Meri Masi Shivani ki Shaadi

Bahut hi badhiya update diya hai manikmittalme07 bhai….
Nice and beautiful update….

 

[Luckyloda]

Part 3 ​

(Ice-cream, “GF tax” aur secret gift)

Teen baje college khatam hua to maine turant Shivani masi ko phone lagaya.

Main: “Kahaan hai tu abhi?”
Shivani (background mein market ki awaazein): “Abhi bhi market mein hoon yaar, kapde dekh rahi thi. Tu free hua? Aa ja ice-cream parlour mein, wahi milte hain.”
Main: “Ten minutes mein pahunch raha hoon!”

Bike uda kar seedha parlour pahuncha. Door se hi dekha, wo bahar wali table par baithi thi, pink crop-top aur white skirt mein, sunglasses lagaye, ek hand mein cold coffee, dusre mein phone. Poora Instagram influencer wala pose.

Maine bike park ki aur seedha uske saamne chair kheenchi.

Main (saans phoolte hue): “Sun na… tera karnaama ho gaya aaj!”

Shivani ne sunglasses neeche kiya, aankhein badi karke: “Kya hua? Kisi ne tera murder karne ki koshish ki kya?”

Maine pura college ka scene bataya – Amit ki dhaul, Rohan-Vicky ki drama-baazi, “Miss India” wala dialogue, group ka poora hungama.

Shivani pehle serious bani rahi, phir ekdum se pet pakad kar hansne lagi. Table pe sir patak-patak kar has rahi thi.

Shivani (haanste-haanste): “Abe yaar!! To tu mujhe apni girlfriend bana kar poora college ghuma raha hai??
Arre wah Monu babu, bada tez ho gaya hai tu!”

Main sharma gaya: “Arre mazak mein chalne diya na… teri wajah se meri shaan badh gayi yaar!”

Shivani ne tissue se aankhein pochti hui: “Achha? GF banaya hai to tax bhi dena padega, samjha? Gift chahiye mujhe!”

Main (style maarte hue): “Bata kya chahiye? Ice-cream? Kulfi? Ya pura parlour khareed dun?”

Shivani (aankh maarte hue): “Ice-cream se kaam nahi chalega boyfriend ji… chalo mall chalte hain abhi!”

Bas phir kya tha. Bike pe phir se wo peeche baithi aur hum mall pahunch gaye.

Mall mein ghuste hi wo ladies bag section mein ghus gayi. Ek se ek designer bag dekhti rahi. Aakhir mein uski nazar ek off-white leather sling bag pe atak gayi – price tag dekh kar meri aankhein nikal aayi: ₹14,999.

Shivani (masti mein): “Yehi chahiye… GF ka first gift yaadgaar hona chahiye na!”

Main ek minute ko socha – pocket money + kuch saving thi – aur phir counter pe card nikaal diya.

Main: “Pack kar do bhaiya.”

Shivani ki aankhein chamak gayi. Usne mujhe wahi mall ke corridor mein jor se hug kar liya (itna jor se ki paas wale uncle-aunty bhi muskura diye).

Shivani (mere kaan mein): “Thank you so much Monu… tu sach mein best hai yaar!”

Phir hum dusri dukaan mein gaye. Wahan jewellery counter ke paas ek chhota sa section tha – bridal collection. Maine cashier se dheere se ek chhoti si velvet box mangwayi. Andar tha ek delicate rose-gold necklace, jisme ek chhota sa heart-shaped pendant tha. Price ₹22,000. Maine usko alag se gift-wrap karwaya aur bag mein chhupa liya.

Shivani ne poochha: “Ye kya hai?”
Main (mystery smile dete hue): “Ye shaadi ke din kholna… abhi nahi batayenge.”

Wo paagal ho gayi: “Arre abhi dikha na please!!”
Main: “Nahi. Surprise hai. Reception mein pehnana, tab dikhega kitna sundar lag raha hai.”

Shivani ne muh banaya, phir hans di aur boli: “Achha baba, theek hai. Par itna bada gift… ab to mujhe sach mein teri GF banna padega thodi der ke liye!”

Hum mall se nikle tab shaam ke 6:30 baj rahe the. Bike pe baithte waqt usne bag apne kandhe pe latkaya aur peeche se mujhe hug kar liya (is baar thoda zyada tightly).

Shivani (mere kaan mein): “Aaj se tu officially mera favourite boyfriend hai… temporary post hai, par shaadi tak chalega!”

Main hans pada aur bike start ki.

Ghar pahunchte-pahunchte mummy ne phone kiya: “Kahaan ho tum dono?”
Shivani ne phone cheena aur chillayi: “arey didi ham log shopping kar rahe the, fir hanste hue boli pata hai aaj se main monu ki gf ban gayi hun!”

Mummy ki hansne ki awaaz aayi: “Bas bas, jaldi aao, khana thanda ho raha hai!”

Raat ko dinner ke baad Shivani ne apna naya bag sabko dikhaya, mummy ne bhi taareef ki. Phir wo mere room mein aayi, bed pe baithi aur boli,

Shivani (dheemi awaaz mein): “Monu… sach mein thank you yaar. Itna mehnga gift… tu pagal hai.”

Main: “Tu bhi to meri sabse best dost hai na… thodi si shaan banane ke liye itna to banta hai.”

Shivani ne mujhe pillow maara aur hansne lagi: “Achha to sirf shaan ke liye itna kharcha? Kal se college mein bol dena ki breakup ho gaya!”

Main: “Arre nahi nahi… contract extend karte hain shaadi tak!”

Dono zor-zor se hanse.

Phir wo uthi, bag almirah mein rakha aur boli: “Ab so ja… kal phir 10 baje tuition. Aur haan, kal se bike pe helmet pehen kar baithungi, warna log sach mein shaadi ki date poochhne lagenge!”

Light off karte waqt mera dil khush tha.

Ek secret box mere drawer mein chhupa tha…
jo shaadi ke din uske gale mein hoga.
Tab tak…
temporary boyfriend ka permanent mazaa chal raha tha.

(Subah ki tuition aur akela college)

Subah 9:30 baje phir wahi scene.

Main bed pe pada tha, blanket odh kar soya hua. Darwaza khula aur Shivani masi ne zor se awaaz lagayi,

Shivani: “Monu! Uth na yaar, 9:30 baj rahe hain! Aaj integration by parts karna hai!”

Main aankhein malte hue utha. Usne aaj sky-blue top aur denim shorts pehna tha, baal messy bun mein, haath mein coffee aur book. Bilkul college ki strict senior wala vibe.

Main: “Bas 5 minute masi…”
Shivani (bed ke paas aakar blanket kheenchi): “5 minute matlab 10:30 baj jayenge! Chal brush kar, coffee pee aur table pe aa. Aaj 10 sums karwaye bina nahi chhodungi.”

Maine jaldi se fresh hua, coffee piya aur table par baith gaya. Aaj mood thoda serious tha uska.

Shivani: “Kal tune jo galtiyan ki thi na, aaj repeat nahi honi chahiye. Ye le, integration by parts ka formula likh pehle.”

Pura ek ghanta hum dono ne khoob mehnat ki. Wo seriously padha rahi thi, beech mein thodi si nok-jhok bhi hui.

Main galti karta to wo pen se mere haath pe thapki maar deti: “Abe dimaag laga Monu!”
Main: “Tu bhi to integration mein confuse ho jati thi!”
Shivani (hans kar): “Haan, isliye to tujhe confuse nahi hone dungi!”

11:45 baje tuition khatam hui. Usne book band ki aur boli,

Shivani: “Achha, aaj main market nahi ja rahi. Ghar pe hi rahungi, didi ke saath kapde sort karne hain shaadi ke. Tu akela jaa college, theek hai?”

Main: “Koi baat nahi, aaj to waise bhi koi poochhne wala nahi hai ‘GF kahan hai’ wala sawal.”

Shivani ne zubaan nikaali: “Haan, aaj breakup wali khabar faila dena college mein, warna log kal phir gift maangne lagenge mujhse!”

Main hans pada, bag uthaya, bike ki chabi li aur nikal gaya.

Aaj bike pe akela tha.
Hawa tez thi, par peeche wali seat khali thi.
Thodi si ajeeb si khali-khali feeling aa rahi thi.

College pahuncha to parking mein Amit-Vicky sab khade the. Door se hi chillaye,

Amit: “Arre bhai! Aaj akela kyun? GF kahan chhod aaya??”
Rohan: “Breakup ho gaya kya itni jaldi??”

Main style maarte hue utra aur bola,
Main: “Arre chill karo yaar, aaj uska mood nahi tha… ghar pe hai.”

Sab ne ek saath “Ooooo” kiya aur hansne lage.

Vicky: “Bhai, ladkiyan aise hi hoti hain… ek din saath, dusre din mood off!”

Main andar andar hans raha tha.
Dil mein soch raha tha,
kal tak to poora college meri “GF” ke peeche pada tha,
aur aaj bhi wahi mazaa chal raha hai…
sirf isliye ki Shivani masi ne subah bike pe nahi baithi.

Canteen mein baith kar maine usko message kiya:

Main: “Sab poochh rahe hain tujhe… bol raha hoon mood off hai tera ”
Shivani ka reply 2 minute mein aaya:
Shivani: “Hahaha… bol de kal se phir aayegi. Par kal gift mat bhoolna, nahi to sach mein breakup kar dungi ”

Main hans pada aur phone pocket mein daal diya.

Shaam ko ghar pahuncha to dekha mummy aur Shivani dono drawing room mein baithe shaadi ke kapdon ke samples dekh rahe the. Shivani ne mujhe dekha aur aankh maari.

Shivani: “Aa gaya mera temporary boyfriend? College mein mera naam liya ki nahi aaj?”

Main: “Pura din liya yaar… ab to log bol rahe hain kal phir saath mein aana warna breakup confirm samjhenge!”

Mummy hans padi: “Tum dono ko dekh kar lagta hai college ki love story chal rahi hai!”

Shivani aur main ek dusre ko dekhe aur zor se hanse.

Phir wo uthi, mere paas aayi aur dheere se boli,
Shivani: “Kal subah 10 baje sharp tuition… aur shaam ko kulfi + bike ride. Deal pakki?”

Main: “Deal!”

Aaj bike akeli chali thi…
kal phir peeche wali seat bhari hone wali thi.
Aur college ka “GF wala” drama bhi full-on continue.

(To be continued…)

Meri Masi Shivani ki Shaadi

Bhut shandaar update... .मस्ती भरे अंदाज में कहानी आगे बढ़ रही हैं.


बहुत ही सुंदर

 

[Luckyloda]

100 पेज पूरे होने की बहुत बहुत बधाई

 

[dhparikh]

Part 3 ​

(Ice-cream, “GF tax” aur secret gift)

Teen baje college khatam hua to maine turant Shivani masi ko phone lagaya.

Main: “Kahaan hai tu abhi?”
Shivani (background mein market ki awaazein): “Abhi bhi market mein hoon yaar, kapde dekh rahi thi. Tu free hua? Aa ja ice-cream parlour mein, wahi milte hain.”
Main: “Ten minutes mein pahunch raha hoon!”

Bike uda kar seedha parlour pahuncha. Door se hi dekha, wo bahar wali table par baithi thi, pink crop-top aur white skirt mein, sunglasses lagaye, ek hand mein cold coffee, dusre mein phone. Poora Instagram influencer wala pose.

Maine bike park ki aur seedha uske saamne chair kheenchi.

Main (saans phoolte hue): “Sun na… tera karnaama ho gaya aaj!”

Shivani ne sunglasses neeche kiya, aankhein badi karke: “Kya hua? Kisi ne tera murder karne ki koshish ki kya?”

Maine pura college ka scene bataya – Amit ki dhaul, Rohan-Vicky ki drama-baazi, “Miss India” wala dialogue, group ka poora hungama.

Shivani pehle serious bani rahi, phir ekdum se pet pakad kar hansne lagi. Table pe sir patak-patak kar has rahi thi.

Shivani (haanste-haanste): “Abe yaar!! To tu mujhe apni girlfriend bana kar poora college ghuma raha hai??
Arre wah Monu babu, bada tez ho gaya hai tu!”

Main sharma gaya: “Arre mazak mein chalne diya na… teri wajah se meri shaan badh gayi yaar!”

Shivani ne tissue se aankhein pochti hui: “Achha? GF banaya hai to tax bhi dena padega, samjha? Gift chahiye mujhe!”

Main (style maarte hue): “Bata kya chahiye? Ice-cream? Kulfi? Ya pura parlour khareed dun?”

Shivani (aankh maarte hue): “Ice-cream se kaam nahi chalega boyfriend ji… chalo mall chalte hain abhi!”

Bas phir kya tha. Bike pe phir se wo peeche baithi aur hum mall pahunch gaye.

Mall mein ghuste hi wo ladies bag section mein ghus gayi. Ek se ek designer bag dekhti rahi. Aakhir mein uski nazar ek off-white leather sling bag pe atak gayi – price tag dekh kar meri aankhein nikal aayi: ₹14,999.

Shivani (masti mein): “Yehi chahiye… GF ka first gift yaadgaar hona chahiye na!”

Main ek minute ko socha – pocket money + kuch saving thi – aur phir counter pe card nikaal diya.

Main: “Pack kar do bhaiya.”

Shivani ki aankhein chamak gayi. Usne mujhe wahi mall ke corridor mein jor se hug kar liya (itna jor se ki paas wale uncle-aunty bhi muskura diye).

Shivani (mere kaan mein): “Thank you so much Monu… tu sach mein best hai yaar!”

Phir hum dusri dukaan mein gaye. Wahan jewellery counter ke paas ek chhota sa section tha – bridal collection. Maine cashier se dheere se ek chhoti si velvet box mangwayi. Andar tha ek delicate rose-gold necklace, jisme ek chhota sa heart-shaped pendant tha. Price ₹22,000. Maine usko alag se gift-wrap karwaya aur bag mein chhupa liya.

Shivani ne poochha: “Ye kya hai?”
Main (mystery smile dete hue): “Ye shaadi ke din kholna… abhi nahi batayenge.”

Wo paagal ho gayi: “Arre abhi dikha na please!!”
Main: “Nahi. Surprise hai. Reception mein pehnana, tab dikhega kitna sundar lag raha hai.”

Shivani ne muh banaya, phir hans di aur boli: “Achha baba, theek hai. Par itna bada gift… ab to mujhe sach mein teri GF banna padega thodi der ke liye!”

Hum mall se nikle tab shaam ke 6:30 baj rahe the. Bike pe baithte waqt usne bag apne kandhe pe latkaya aur peeche se mujhe hug kar liya (is baar thoda zyada tightly).

Shivani (mere kaan mein): “Aaj se tu officially mera favourite boyfriend hai… temporary post hai, par shaadi tak chalega!”

Main hans pada aur bike start ki.

Ghar pahunchte-pahunchte mummy ne phone kiya: “Kahaan ho tum dono?”
Shivani ne phone cheena aur chillayi: “arey didi ham log shopping kar rahe the, fir hanste hue boli pata hai aaj se main monu ki gf ban gayi hun!”

Mummy ki hansne ki awaaz aayi: “Bas bas, jaldi aao, khana thanda ho raha hai!”

Raat ko dinner ke baad Shivani ne apna naya bag sabko dikhaya, mummy ne bhi taareef ki. Phir wo mere room mein aayi, bed pe baithi aur boli,

Shivani (dheemi awaaz mein): “Monu… sach mein thank you yaar. Itna mehnga gift… tu pagal hai.”

Main: “Tu bhi to meri sabse best dost hai na… thodi si shaan banane ke liye itna to banta hai.”

Shivani ne mujhe pillow maara aur hansne lagi: “Achha to sirf shaan ke liye itna kharcha? Kal se college mein bol dena ki breakup ho gaya!”

Main: “Arre nahi nahi… contract extend karte hain shaadi tak!”

Dono zor-zor se hanse.

Phir wo uthi, bag almirah mein rakha aur boli: “Ab so ja… kal phir 10 baje tuition. Aur haan, kal se bike pe helmet pehen kar baithungi, warna log sach mein shaadi ki date poochhne lagenge!”

Light off karte waqt mera dil khush tha.

Ek secret box mere drawer mein chhupa tha…
jo shaadi ke din uske gale mein hoga.
Tab tak…
temporary boyfriend ka permanent mazaa chal raha tha.

(Subah ki tuition aur akela college)

Subah 9:30 baje phir wahi scene.

Main bed pe pada tha, blanket odh kar soya hua. Darwaza khula aur Shivani masi ne zor se awaaz lagayi,

Shivani: “Monu! Uth na yaar, 9:30 baj rahe hain! Aaj integration by parts karna hai!”

Main aankhein malte hue utha. Usne aaj sky-blue top aur denim shorts pehna tha, baal messy bun mein, haath mein coffee aur book. Bilkul college ki strict senior wala vibe.

Main: “Bas 5 minute masi…”
Shivani (bed ke paas aakar blanket kheenchi): “5 minute matlab 10:30 baj jayenge! Chal brush kar, coffee pee aur table pe aa. Aaj 10 sums karwaye bina nahi chhodungi.”

Maine jaldi se fresh hua, coffee piya aur table par baith gaya. Aaj mood thoda serious tha uska.

Shivani: “Kal tune jo galtiyan ki thi na, aaj repeat nahi honi chahiye. Ye le, integration by parts ka formula likh pehle.”

Pura ek ghanta hum dono ne khoob mehnat ki. Wo seriously padha rahi thi, beech mein thodi si nok-jhok bhi hui.

Main galti karta to wo pen se mere haath pe thapki maar deti: “Abe dimaag laga Monu!”
Main: “Tu bhi to integration mein confuse ho jati thi!”
Shivani (hans kar): “Haan, isliye to tujhe confuse nahi hone dungi!”

11:45 baje tuition khatam hui. Usne book band ki aur boli,

Shivani: “Achha, aaj main market nahi ja rahi. Ghar pe hi rahungi, didi ke saath kapde sort karne hain shaadi ke. Tu akela jaa college, theek hai?”

Main: “Koi baat nahi, aaj to waise bhi koi poochhne wala nahi hai ‘GF kahan hai’ wala sawal.”

Shivani ne zubaan nikaali: “Haan, aaj breakup wali khabar faila dena college mein, warna log kal phir gift maangne lagenge mujhse!”

Main hans pada, bag uthaya, bike ki chabi li aur nikal gaya.

Aaj bike pe akela tha.
Hawa tez thi, par peeche wali seat khali thi.
Thodi si ajeeb si khali-khali feeling aa rahi thi.

College pahuncha to parking mein Amit-Vicky sab khade the. Door se hi chillaye,

Amit: “Arre bhai! Aaj akela kyun? GF kahan chhod aaya??”
Rohan: “Breakup ho gaya kya itni jaldi??”

Main style maarte hue utra aur bola,
Main: “Arre chill karo yaar, aaj uska mood nahi tha… ghar pe hai.”

Sab ne ek saath “Ooooo” kiya aur hansne lage.

Vicky: “Bhai, ladkiyan aise hi hoti hain… ek din saath, dusre din mood off!”

Main andar andar hans raha tha.
Dil mein soch raha tha,
kal tak to poora college meri “GF” ke peeche pada tha,
aur aaj bhi wahi mazaa chal raha hai…
sirf isliye ki Shivani masi ne subah bike pe nahi baithi.

Canteen mein baith kar maine usko message kiya:

Main: “Sab poochh rahe hain tujhe… bol raha hoon mood off hai tera ”
Shivani ka reply 2 minute mein aaya:
Shivani: “Hahaha… bol de kal se phir aayegi. Par kal gift mat bhoolna, nahi to sach mein breakup kar dungi ”

Main hans pada aur phone pocket mein daal diya.

Shaam ko ghar pahuncha to dekha mummy aur Shivani dono drawing room mein baithe shaadi ke kapdon ke samples dekh rahe the. Shivani ne mujhe dekha aur aankh maari.

Shivani: “Aa gaya mera temporary boyfriend? College mein mera naam liya ki nahi aaj?”

Main: “Pura din liya yaar… ab to log bol rahe hain kal phir saath mein aana warna breakup confirm samjhenge!”

Mummy hans padi: “Tum dono ko dekh kar lagta hai college ki love story chal rahi hai!”

Shivani aur main ek dusre ko dekhe aur zor se hanse.

Phir wo uthi, mere paas aayi aur dheere se boli,
Shivani: “Kal subah 10 baje sharp tuition… aur shaam ko kulfi + bike ride. Deal pakki?”

Main: “Deal!”

Aaj bike akeli chali thi…
kal phir peeche wali seat bhari hone wali thi.
Aur college ka “GF wala” drama bhi full-on continue.

(To be continued…)

Meri Masi Shivani ki Shaadi

Nice update....

 

[Cooldude1986]

nice update

 

[king1969]

Badiya update and congratulations on 100 pages

 

[Premkumar65]

OPCH - 1​

### Part-1 : Wapas Aaayi Dulhan

Prachi ki gaadi gate par ruki to ghar mein khushi daud gayi. Shadi ko bas tees din hue the, abhi sindoor taza, chooda abhi tak chamak raha tha. Utarte hi usne halke se kamar ko sahlaya, dard ab bhi wahan baitha tha.

Aashi chachi ne use gale lagaya.
Aashi (muskurate hue): “Arre meri sonpari aa gayi! Ek mahine mein hi wapas? Sasural ne chhod diya kya itni jaldi?”

Prachi hans di: “Bas thoda sa aaram karne aayi hun chachi… aur aap sabki yaad aa gayi.”

Mast kahani hai.

Anuj chacha (38 saal, fit, safed kurta-pajama) paas khade muskura rahe the. Prachi ko dekhte hi unki aankhon mein ek halki si chamak aayi, par kuchh bola nahi.

Raat ka dinner khatam hua. Sab apne kamron mein chale gaye.

Aashi chachi ne Prachi ko apna haath pakad kar apne room mein le gayi. Darwaza band kiya.

Aashi (bed par baithte hue, mazakiya andaaz mein): “Ab sach bata meri rani… yeh kamar ka dard kya mamla hai? Subah se dekh rahi hun, baithti hai to dhire se, chalti hai to aahista… lagta hai damad ji ne ek mahine mein hi pura hisaab barabar kar diya!”

Prachi ka chehra laal ho gaya. Usne aankhen neeche kar li.

Prachi (sharma kar): “Chachi… aap bhi na… bas thakan hai.”

Aashi (halki si aankh maarte hue): “Thakan? Arre ek mahina to thakan ka hi hota hai bechari! Chal, jhoot mat bol… dard hai to bol. Aa, let ja yahan, main malish kar deti hun.”

Prachi ne pehle mana kiya, phir haan kar di. Wo pet ke bal let gayi. Aashi ne apni saari ka pallu side kiya, thodi si Volini haath mein li aur Prachi ki nighty thodi upar utha kar kamar par lagane lagi.

Aashi (malish karte hue): “Arre baap re… kitna tight ho gaya hai! Damad ji ne to koi kasar nahi chhodi lagta hai.”

Prachi sharma rahi thi, par dard kam nahi ho raha tha. Aashi ne zor zor se malish ki, haath tez chalaye, par Prachi ke muh se sirf “Aah… chachi… dard aur badh raha hai” nikal raha tha.

Aashi ne haath rok diya.
Aashi (sochte hue): “Lagta hai bahut gehra dard hai… mera haath kaafi nahi hai iske liye.”

Prachi pet ke bal hi padi thi, aankhen band, paseena aa raha tha.

Raat ke teen baje…

Ghar mein sannata. Bijli chali gayi thi, garmi se neend nahi aa rahi thi. Prachi apne purane kamre mein aayi leti thi, kamar ab bhi tadpa rahi thi. Chaadar odh kar bhi kuchh aaram nahi mil raha tha.

Darwaza dheere se khula.

Anuj chacha andar aaye. Sirf vest aur lower mein. Haath mein Volini ka tube.

Anuj (bilkul dheemi awaaz): “Prachi… soyi hai?”

Prachi chaunk kar uth baithi, chaadar kheench li.

Prachi: “Nahi chacha… neend nahi aa rahi… kamar mein bahut dard hai.”

Anuj paas aakar bed ke kinare baith gaye. Unki nazar Prachi ke chehre par thi, phir dheere se uski kamar ki taraf gayi.

Anuj: “Chachi ne bataya… malish ki thi na unhone?”

Prachi: “Haan… par aaram nahi hua, aur badh gaya lagta hai.”

Anuj: koi baat nahi prachi beta sochte hain kuchh abhi aram karo. Aisa karo ek goli deta hun abhi ke liye jisse rahat bhi milegi aur neend bhi aa jayegi.

Prachi ko to abhi jo bhi mil jata aram ke liye wo le leti to chacha ki di hui goli le leti hai aur use turant neend aa jaati hai.

(To be continued…)

 

[Premkumar65]

OPCH - 2​

### Part-2: Ek Dard, Ek Bahana

Subah ki chai ke baad Prachi sofe par aahista se baithi thi. Kamar ab bhi tadpa rahi thi. Raat ki malish se thoda aaram mila tha, par poora nahi. Usne nighty ke upar dupatta daal rakha tha, lekin har harkat mein chehra sikud jaata tha.

Anuj chacha paas ke sofa par baithe paper padh rahe the. Unhone nazar utha kar Prachi ko dekha.

Anuj (dheeme, fikr bhare lehje mein):
“Abhi bhi dard hai?”

Prachi ne sir hila diya, “Bahut, chacha… jaise koi zakhm andar se pak raha ho.”

Anuj ne paper side rakha, aage jhuke aur bilkul seedhe Prachi ki aankhon mein dekha.

Anuj:
“Prachi… jis shahar mein main property ka kaam karta hun, wahan ek malish wala hai. Bahut purana aadmi hai, lekin haath mein jaadu hai. Log door-door se aate hain uske paas. Kamar, gardan, har tarah ka dard ek baar mein nikal deta hai. Main soch raha tha… kal subah le jaaun tumhe?”

Prachi ekdam se sharma gayi. Chehra laal ho gaya. Usne nazar neeche kar li aur dupatte ka kinara mudne lagi.

Prachi (bilkul dheemi awaaz mein):
“Chacha… aapke saath… malish wale ke paas…?”

Anuj ne halke se muskurate hue kaha:
“Arre beta, main to roz wahan jaata rehta hun property ke kaam se. Tum tension mat lo, bilkul safe hai. Woh buddha hai, 70 saal se upar ka. Aur agar sharam aa rahi hai to main bahar hi khada rahunga. Bas tumhara dard dekh nahi pa raha hun.”

Prachi ne ek lambi saans li. Dard sach mein hadd se zyada tha. Raat bhar neend nahi aayi thi. Woh sochne lagi… chacha ke saath jaana thoda ajeeb to zaroor lagega, lekin agar dard gayab ho jaye to theek hai.

Prachi (sharmaate hue, nazar neeche kiye):
“Chalungi chacha… agar aap keh rahe ho to…”

Anuj ne muskurate hue sir hilaaya, “Theek hai. Kal subah 9 baje nikalte hain. Tum aaram se tayyar ho jana. Aur haan… wahan loose kapde pehenna, salwar-kameez ya kurti-pajama… jo comfortable lage.”

Prachi ne “Ji” kaha aur uth kar apne kamre mein chali gayi. Dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha.

Raat ko jab woh leti thi, to uske dimaag mein baar-baar woh baat ghoom rahi thi…
“Chacha ke saath malish wale ke paas jaana hai…”
Sharam se uska badan garam ho raha tha, lekin neeche ek ajeeb si sihran bhi daud rahi thi.

Usne socha, “Bas dard ke liye ja rahi hun… aur kuch nahi.”


(To be continued…)

Mazaa ayega maalish wale ke sath.

 

[Premkumar65]

OPCH - 4​

### Part-4: Gulab Singh ke Kamre Mein

Subah 9 baje Anuj ki gaadi dusre shahar ke purane ilake mein pahunch gayi. Tang galiyan, purane bangale, aur ek chhota sa board:
“Gulab Singh – Ayurvedic Pain Healer – 50 years experience”

Andar ek chhota sa kamra tha. Deewaron par purane certificate, ek takht, aur ek buddha aadmi – Gulab Singh – safed kurta-pajama mein, safed daadi, aankhon mein ek ajeeb si chamak.

Anuj ne andar jaate hi aadmi ko haath jod kar namaste ki.
Anuj: “Gulab ji, meri bhatiji hai… kamar mein bahut dard hai. Shadi ko ek mahina hi hua hai, bahut takleef hai.”

Gulab Singh ne Prachi ko ooper se neeche tak dekha, phir dheeme se bola:
“Beta, takht par pet ke bal let jao. Main dekhta hun.”

Prachi ka dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha. Usne Anuj chacha ki taraf dekha.
Anuj ne samajh kar kaha: “Main bahar khada hoon, zara phone kar loon.”

Woh darwaze ki taraf badhe to Prachi ne jhat se awaaz nikaali:
“Chacha… aap yahin khade raho… please… paas mein.”

Anuj ruk gaye. Ek halki si muskaan unke honthon par aayi. Woh darwaze ke paas deewar se sat kar khade ho gaye, aankhen Prachi par.

Prachi pet ke bal takht par let gayi. Gulab Singh ne ek bada sa tel ka shisha khola – badboo bahut thi, par log kehte the isme jaadu hai.

Usne Prachi ka salwar-kameez ka kurta dheere se ooper uthaya – kamar bilkul khuli, sirf bra ki strip dikhai de rahi thi. Prachi ne aankhen band kar li, dono haath muh ke neeche daba liye.

Gulab Singh ke bade-bade, rugde hue haath jab Prachi ki nangi kamar par lage… to uska pura badan ekdam se kaanp gaya. Sharam se uska chehra laal ho gaya, saansein ruk gayi.

Bas do-teen second hi hue the ki Prachi ekdam se uth baithi, kurta neeche kheencha aur takiye ki taraf sarak gayi.

Prachi (kampkapi awaaz mein):
“Nahi… nahi uncle… main… main nahi karwa paungi… sorry…”

Gulab Singh ek pal hairan hua, phir dheere se bola:
“Beta, sharma mat. Yeh tel bahut garam hai, pehli baar sabko ajeeb lagta hai. Aaram to milega…”

Prachi ne sir hila diya, aankhen neeche, “Nahi… bas… chhod dijiye.”

Anuj chacha aage badhe, Prachi ke paas aakar uske kandhe par haath rakha.

Anuj (dheeme, pyar bhare lehje mein):
“Koi baat nahi beta… agar dil nahi kar raha to chhod do. Koi zabardasti nahi hai.”

Prachi ne chacha ki taraf dekha – aankhon mein paani bhar aaya. Woh bas sir hila kar ro padi.

Gulab Singh ne tel ka shisha band kiya aur bola:
“Anuj ji, agar yeh sharma rahi hai to ek aur tarika hai… ghar par hi kar sakte hain. Tel garam kar ke, kisi apne ke haathon se dheere dheere lagao. Do-chaar din mein dard bilkul gayab.”

Anuj ne sir hilaaya, “Theek hai Gulab ji… tel de dijiye.”

Ek chhoti si shishi haath mein lete hue Anuj aur Prachi gaadi mein baith gaye.

Gaadi chal padi. Prachi khidki se bahar dekh rahi thi, aankhen laal.

Anuj ne dheere se uska haath pakad liya.

Anuj (bilkul dheemi awaaz):
“Ghar pahunch kar… main laga dunga tel… bilkul dheere se. Tu fikr mat kar.”

Prachi ne kuchh nahi bola. Bas haath chhudaya nahi.

(To be continued…)

Chacha ki chandi ho gai.