Hi guys, main ek new story writer hu likh raha hu. Toh yea story hai humare patrakar Popatlal aur humari achar papad ke master, sleeveless blouse ke rani humari Madhavi bhabhi.
Toh scene aisa hua tha ke Popatlal ki health bohut kharab ho gayi. Use bohut bhukar tha woh kuch soch nahi pa raha tha. Usne apne phone se Madhavi bhabhi ko call kiya. Madhavi apna kaam nipta ke khana bana rahi thi. Use waqt use phone ke awaz sunayi diya aur woh dekhti hai Popat bhai ka phone.
Hai enko mujhe kya kaam aur woh uthate hai, “Ha hello Popat bhauji boliye.”
Popat- Are Madhavi, sorry apko kaam ke time phone kar raha hu. Woh actually naa mere tabiyat thodi kharab ho gayi hai. Aur yaha par Hath bhai bhi nahi hai. Bhide ke muh se ek bar suna tha ke ap ke pass koi ayurvedic kada hai. Toh kya ap woh banake bhej sakte ho Bhide ke hatho? Please apko thodi takleef de raha hu.
Madhavi- Are Popat bhai ismein takleef kya. Ap tension mat lo. Main abhi bana ke leke ati hu.
Madhavi fatafat kada banati hai. Aur uske liye thoda khana bhi leke jaati hai sab pack karke. Leke jaate hai Popat ke ghar aur bell marti hai.
Popat bell ki awaz sunke, “Aao Bhide,” bolta hai. Fir uski nazar padti hai aur uske aakhe khuli ke khuli Madhavi ekdum mast tight sleaveless blouse mein uske badan thoda wet hota hai. Popat khada hota hai.
Madhavi- (hasne lagte hai) Popat bhai, main hu, Miss Bhide. Kya ap bhi.(aur woh andar aati hai) Ap baitho Popat bhai. (aur uske badan ko chute hai) Are apko bohut bukar hai.
Popat- Kuch samajh nahi aa raha hai kya karu. Isliye apko bulaya aacha hu ap agayi.
Madhavi- Ha ap let jaiyea main fatak se ap ke liye kada leke aati hu.
Aur woh bhag bhag ke ja rah thi tab uske gaand bohut hil rahe thi.
Popat- Yea bimar hu lekin havas ka kuch thikana nahi kam he nahi ho rahi hai.
Madgavi kada leke aati hai aur uske baju mein baithke pilane lagti hai. Popat ek sip pita hai aur kada thuk deta hai.
Madhavi- Aga bai, kai zhala?
Popat- Bohut ganda hai ye. Mujhe nahi chahiye.
Madhavi use pakadti hai aur uske pass jati hai. “Popat bhai, aagar apko jaldi aacha hona hai tho peena hoga. Mere liye. Ap mujhe apni behen mante ho naa?”
Popat uske badan ko ghur raha hota hai. Bohut fatty badan se mast ekdum nashele khusba a rahi hote hai. Woh bhi chance marte hue ek hath apna uske arms par rakh deta hai. “Thik hai lekin ap ko apne hath se pilana hoga.”
Madhavi- Thik ahai. (aur usee pilati hai apne hath se) Bohut zidi ho ap ha, Popat bhai.
Popat – Kya karu? Ap he mera etna khayal rakhte ho. Ap se zid pana pura kar sakta hu na. Waise aj Bhide nahi hai toh ap yaha ruk jaao mere dekhbhal karne.
Madhavi- Nahi Popat bhai aisa nahi ho sakta. Enko pata chala naa toh yea mar delenge mujhe.
Popat – Acha matlab main paryaa naa. Haa jaiyea aap aise he chodkar mujhe jiyea. (uske back ko push karta hai)
Madhavi- Are Popat bhai ap mere liye nahi ho paraye. Lekin ap unhe jante ho naa kaise ho woh.
Popat- Are yaha par aaye tho kisko pata chala kya.
Madhavi- Nahi.
Pioat-Toh waise he abhi yaha chup chup ruk jana kisko pata chalega. Aur subhe hote hi 4 baje main apko ghar chod dunga. Lekin please aj ke raat yaha rahiye.
Madhavi – Are Popat bhai aise kaise. (thoda nakhre karti hai fir man jate hai) Thik hai baba rukh jaate hu bas.
Popat – Oh wow. (uske nanage arms par hath firta hai) Ab dekho thoda bukhar kam hone laga mere.
Madhavi- Ho kaa. Bohut shararti ho ap ha Popat bhauji.
Popat – Waise apko nighty ya fir kuch chayiye rahege to cupboard ke andar hai ap pehen sakte ho.
Madhavi – Aga bai, ap yea sab cheezo ka kya karte ho. (haske bolte hai) Kahi ap hi tho phenke nahi sote naa?
Popat- Maine sab woh apni hone wali biwi ke liye kharede ke rakhe hai.
Madhavi- Ohh asa ka? Main nighty vagere kuch nahi pehnte. Woh main ghar mein enke sath sadi mein he soti hu.
Popat – Ohh bichara Bhide.
Madhavi – Bichara kyu?
Popat- Sadi nikalega kab maze kab karega.
Madhavi – Haat ap kuch bhi sochte ho. Chaliye main ja rahi hu sone.
Popat – (uska hath pakad leta hai) Are ruka naa kaha etna jaldi hai? Mujhe pata hai roz raat ap 2 baje tak sote nahi. Us din kitchen mein ap dono ke parchaiyea dekh raha tha.
Madhavi- Ap bohut chalu nikle haa. Sahi khete the Babita ji Popat bhai sab aurto ko ghur ke dekhte hai. Lekin main hi ek thi jo ap ke liye ladti thi nahi woh bichare seedhe hai.
Popat- Are chodo us bade mumme wali ko.
Madhavi- Kya bade kya?
Popat- Kuch nahi. Vaise ap aj thode udas lag rahi hai. Kahi Bhide ke kami mehsos ho rahi hai kya apko?
Madhavj- (woh mumme aur jo ho raha tha vi sunke thode excite ho gayi. ) Nahi yar woh rahe ke bhi kuch use nahi hai.
Popat- (Madhavi ke aakh mein dukh dekhta hai) Are ap ro kyu rahi ho? Madhavi bhabhi ap roiyea mat. Mujhe batiya kya hua hai kuch problem hai paiso ke problem hai kya? Bolo mujhe main apko help karunga.
Madhavi – Nahi Popat bhai enko meri jara bhi kadar nahi hai. Bas apna nikla pani ke kaam khatam let jane ka. Dusro ke chinta hi nahi hai. Aur us din mujhe bolte hai moti ho gayi hai tu.
Popat- Bhide pagal ho gaya hai. Are ese mota pa thodi na bolte hai ese chubbynes bolte hai.
Madhavi – (rona band kar dete hai aur Popat ke pass dekhti hai) Matlab kya, Popat bhauji?
Popat- Bhabhi woh chubbyness ko mota pa nahi bolte. Aur chubbyness hi chahiye hai. Ap jaise middle age valo ke ladies ko tho khaas chahiye. Woh Bhide ko kuch samjhta nahi.
Madhavi – Sach mein na main moti nahi hu
Popat- Apko es dost par vishwas hai naa.
Madhavi – Waah. Pehele behen thi ab direct dost?
Popat- Ab dost bankar he kam chalana padega na. Ap na ek kam karo isse bhi patla blouse sila lo. Aur Bhide ke samne jana paka woh pigal jayega.
Madhavi- Kar liya tha try. Aakar mere arms par lund ragda aur pani nikal kar chale gaye. Woh hi ek din yaad hai jab shadi ke raat unka josh he kuch alag tha.
Popat- Haa woh sab ka hota hai aur ap jaise ho to aur hi maze.
Madhavi- Dhaat kuch bhi. Chaliye jaate hai sone bohut raat ho gaye hai. Subhe 4 baje uthana hai naa apko mujhe? chodne ane valo na ghar?
Popat- Are 4 bajne mein bohut time hai. Waise ap akele so jana bedroom mein, main yaha par he sota hu.
Madhavi- Ajibat nahi hum dono sath soyenge.
Madhavi use uthati hai aur ek hath apne kandhe par dalte hai. Aur dheere dheere karr uske room mein le jati hai. Popat mast chance marte hue uski kamar pakadta hai. “Ap jaise biwi mere nasib mein chahiye.”
Madhavi- (hasti hai) Aga bai mere duplicate milna bohut mushkil hai.
Popat- Fir hum original ko he apna bana lenge. Waise bhi extramarital affair tho legal kar diya hai government ne.
Madhavi uski baat ko ignore karti hai aur has ke smile deti hai. Aur use bed par sula deti hai aur khud bed ke dusre baju so jati hai. Light off ho gaye hote hai.
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