Ayesha – haan mere mard
Vicky – jaan, cousin so gayi
Ayesha – haan
Vicky – aaj bhi drink kar rahi ho jaan..?
Ayesha – Birthday ki celebration me mai apni cousin ke ssath pee rahi thi… bas bacha hua akhiri peg ka maza le rahi hoon…
Vicky – mera last gift kaisa laga
Ayesha – mast tha
Vicky – kiske liye pahenogi
Ayesha – wohi soch rahi hoon
Vicky – mere liye pahenogi?
Ayesha – hmmmm……..
Vicky – agar tumhara man kare toh pahen lo, main apne ghar se dekh raha hoon, doorbeen se hee dekhunga
Ayesha – naughty….
Ayesha – Vicky nahin… mujhe thodi si chadh bhi gayi hai aaj…
Vicky – hmmmm ….tumhari marzi
Vicky phone kaat deta hai.
Ayesha ko lagta hai ki Vicky bura maan gaya, aaj toh birthday ke din usne uski izzat phir se bachaayi thee. Thodi der baad wo usay call karti hai
Ayesha – Vicky
Vicky – ji bolo
Ayesha – gussa mat ho
Vicky – Main gussa nahin hoon
Ayesha – hmmmmm tu samajh
Vicky – Samajh gaya, no probs
Vicky – chalo ek baat batao
Ayesha – pooch
Vicky – apne mard ka tumhe chhoona pasand aata hai
Ayesha – hmmmm
Vicky – mera kiss karna
Ayesha – hmmm
Vicky – tere boobs dabana
Ayesha – hmmmmm
Vicky – tere angon ko choona
Ayesha – hmmmmm
Ab uski masti badhti jaa rahi thee
Ayesha – tum mere mard ho Vicky
Vicky – toh mard ka apni aurat ke jism pe haq hai
Ayesha – hmmmm
Vicky – tere labon pe mera haq hai?
Ayesha – jaroor hai
Vicky – teri gardan pe
Ayesha – hmmm
Vicky – tere ubhaaron pe
Ayesha – hmmmm
Vicky – meri jaan
Ayesha – hmmmm?
Vicky – light jala main tujhe dekhna chahata hoon
Ayesha – aaah
Phir light jalti hai
Ayesha usee transparent dress mein hoti hai. Ek tarasha hua jism us transparent single piece nightie mein gazab dha raha thaa. Wo bade bade mumme jaise kisi ne do kharbooze rakh diye hon aur wo angoor jaise nipple jaise ki aamantran de rahe ho ki aakar mujhe chooso, nichodo. Phir wo kaher dhaane wali naabhi, joki bula rahi ho ki mujhe bhar do apni jeebh se. Phir kele ke ped jaiseen sudaul jaanghe, joki tayaar ko aapko apne upar chadhaane ke liye aur phir wo husn ka khazaana… Wo makkhan choot…. Gore-gore pairo me safed sexy heel waale sandal… bilkul international lingerie model lag rahi thi Ayesha… Vicky ne paheli nazar mein sab dekh liya par dhang se nihar nahin paaya. Koi 2-3 seconds mein light band ho gayi.
Vicky – thanks
Ayesha – hmmmm
Vicky – main tumhara mard toh tum meri aurat?
Ayesha – hmmmm
Vicky – Happy Birthday
Ayesha – thanks darling
Call ends.
Agle din subah subah Vicky ke paas Ayesha ka call aata hai.
Ayesha – hello Vicky
Vicky – ji
Ayesha – Kya tum Amritsar tak taxi le jaa sakte ho
Vicky – ji memsaab
Ayesha – rate kya hoga.
Vicky – aapse kaisa rate.
Ayesha – chalo ghar aa jaao discuss kar len.
Vicky samajh jaata hai ki ye formal call thee matlab cousin aas paas hai.
Wo uske ghar pahunch jaata hai. Ayesha ki cousin ka naam Saba tha. Wo bhi kam haseen nahin thee par Vicky ki Ayesha ki baat hee kuchh aur thee.
Vicky Namaste karta hai.
Saba – hello mera naam Saba hai aur main Ayesha ki cousin hoon
Vicky – hello mam, main Vicky hoon.
Vicky – memsaab bataiye Amritsar ka kya scene hai
Ayesha – Vicky meri mummy ki tabiyat kharaab hai aur mujhe koi ek mahine ke liye jaana padega.
Vicky – oh kya hua unhe
Ayesha – Pair slip ho gaya aur maans phat gaya, plaster bhi kaam nahin aayega.
Vicky – kyon
Ayesha – wo jaangho mein maans phata hai
Vicky – oh sorry
Ayesha – it is ok but musibat hai ki train bhi nahin mil rahi
Vicky – ji
Ayesha – Vicky tum le jaa sakte ho Amritsar
Vicky – ji
Ayesha – charges kya honge
Vicky – ji per km aap 8 Rs de dena aur toll alag
Ayesha – oh ok
Vicky – aap chinta mat karo, hisaab aakar kar lenge.
Saba – good rate
Vicky smile karta hai. “Ayesha ji toh regular customer hain, inse zyada kyon lenge. Ye bahut achhin hain, hamesha thoda extra hee pay kar deti hain”
Ayesha – Vicky meri cousin bhi mere saath jaayegi.
Vicky – ji
Vicky ka moonh utar jaata hai, kahan usne socha tha ki raaste mein Ayesha se masti karega aur kahan ye. Khair bechara kya karta.
Ayesha – toh hum kitni der mein chal sakte hain.
Vicky – memsaab, do ghante mein chalen?
Ayesha – theek hai tab tak main bhi tayaari kar lun.
Theek 10.30 baje Vicky car nikaal leta hai aur phir safar shuru. Saba ke honay ki vajah se khaas kuchh nahin hua. Raaste mein ek jagah khaane ke liye ruke. Saba ka nature bhi achha tha but Vicky aur Ayesha jaisee closeness nahin thee.
Chalo ji, kya karte Vicky ji, gaadi chalaate rahe aur Amritsar pahunch gaye. Ayesha ka ghar Lawrence Road pe thaa. Bada ghar tha.
Ye log koi 3 baje pahunche thhey aur Vicky ko Ayesha ne andar bulaya aur sabse milwaya. Vicky ne Ayesha ke ammi-abba ke pair chhuey aur aashirwaad liya. Ayesha ne unhe bata rakkha tha ki kaise Vicky karke koi Taxi wala hai jisne market mein ek gunde ki dhulai ki thee.
Ayesha ki maa walker ki sahayata se khadi thee. Vicky usay dekh kar dang rahe gaya. Hubahoo Ayesha, bus thodi mature. Waisa hee jism, nain naksh, aankhe, bade mumme, badi gaand. Ayesha Vicky ki nazar bhaamp gayi aur muskura padi.
Mauke ki nazaakat ko samajhte hue, chaaye naashta karke, Vicky wahan se nikal pada aur apni kismet ko koste hue waapis zirakpur aa jaata hai. Raat ho gayi thee waapas aate aate. Kuchh khaas nahin hota aur Vicky khaana khaa ke so jaata hai.
Agle din Vicky subah sair ke liye nikalta hai toh dekhta hai ki Heena Siddiqui (us ladke Aamir ki maa) Activa chalana seekh rahi hai aur uske peechhe uska aadmi Imran baitha hai. Vicky ko dekh kar hasee aa jaati hai ki Heena se zyada seekhne ki zaroorat uske pati ko thee. Heena aur Vicky ki nazren miltee hai aur wo usay smile karte dekh leti hai. Samajh jaati hai ki Vicky us se zyada uske shauhar pe hans raha tha.
Din mein kuch khaas nahin hota aur Vicky apni trading kar leta hai. Shaam ko neeche jaata hai cricket khelne ke liye. Aamir aakar us say maafi maangta hai aur kaheta hai “papa jaa rahe hain kal, phir hum khul ke khel sakte hain”
Vicky – koi baat nahin.
Vicky side baith jaata hai aur Aamir ko khelte hue dekhta hai. Match ke khatm honay par usay bataata hai ki wo kaise apni batting ko sudhaar sakta hai. Aamir khush ho jaata hai. Wo baatein kar hee rahe hotay hain ki kismet se Imran aur Heena wahan aa jaate hain
Imran – Aamir, chalo yahan se. Baraabari waalon mein utha baitha karo
Heena – kya bol rahe hain ji, sab dekh rahe hain
Imran – Mujhe kya. Chal Aamir aur khabardaar.
Aamir – ji abbu
Imran – oye ladke, dubaara mat dikhna mujhe
Ab tak Vicky ka paara chad gaya thaa, phir bhi wo haath rok leta hai
Vicky – ji kahiye
Imran – tujhe samajh nahin aati ki Aamir se door rahe
Vicky – park aapka hai kya? Society mein aapka makaaan hai toh mera bhi hai. Simple.
Imran ki bolti band ho jaati hai.
Vicky – Agli baar agar meri family background ko lekar bakwaas kari toh yahin maarunga. Sabke saamne.
Imran – saale haraami, najaayaz, bahenchod, mujhe maarega
Kahete hue Imran uski oar lapakta hai. Vicky kheench ke ek thappad uske moonh pe jad deta hai aur agle pal uska haath marod ke zameen pe patak deta hai. Uski nazar Heena se milti hai aur usay lagta hai ki wo us say guzarish kar rahi ho ki pati ko mat maaro.
“dubaara awaaz nahin aani chahiye” kahekar Vicky usay chhod deta hai aur ghar ki taraf chal padhta hai.
Idhar Ayesha ka bhi koi phone nahin aata bas sirf ek message “rishtedaaron se ghiri hui hoon, 2-3 din mein call karungi”
Agli din subah, phir usay Heena dikhti hai Activa seekhti hui aur moorkh Imran peeche baitha hua.
Imran – tum kuchh bhi nahin kar saktin heena, aise chalaate hain.
Wo sabke saamne cheekhta hai. Vicky unki taraf dekhta hai aur phir chup hokar aagey nikal jaata hai. Koi 2 ghante baad wo market ki taraf jaata hai toh dekhta hai ki Imran taxi mein samaan load kar raha hai aur Heena, Aamir khade hain aur uski madad kar rahe hain.
Vicky sochta hai “Matlab khadoos ja raha hai” wo smile karta hai aur nikal jaata hai. Local market ekdum society ke saath hee lagi thee aur bread/doodh lekar jaise wo waapis aa raha hota hai dekhta hai ki Imran ki taxi nikal rahi hai aur Heena aur Aamir haath hila kar bye bye kar rahe hain.
“Vicky” ek aawaaz uske kaano mein padti hai, Vicky mudta hai toh dekhta hai ki Aamir ki maa Heena usay bula rahi thee.
Vicky – ji Namaste
Heena – I am sorry Vicky
Vicky – kis bat ke liye aur aap kyon
Heena – main inki taraf se maafi maangti hoon
Vicky – aap kyon maangti hain, waise bhi wo chale gaye hain, ab jab agle saal aayenge tab dekhenge
Aamir aur uski maa smile karte hain.
Hina – aao Vicky ghar aao, chaaye peete hain
Vicky – ji abhi nahin, thoda kaam hai
Heena – dekho agar tum nahin aaoge toh lagega ki tum gussa ho.
Vicky – ok ji par thoda time de sakti hain.
Heena – haan but kya hua
Vicky – ji main bina puja kiye kuchh nahin khaata peeta, aap 20 minute dijiye, main naha dho kar, puja karke aata hoon
Heena – okay, dhoka mat dena
Vicky dekhta hai ki Aamir apne ghar ki taraf mud gaya hai, aagey aake dheere se bolta hai “main khoobsoorat mahilaon ko dhoka nahin deta” muskurata hai aur chala jaata hai.
Heena bhi smile karti hai aur ghar ki taraf chali jaati hai. Idhar Aamir school jaane ki tayaari kar leta hai aur nikal raha hota hai ki usay Vicky mil jaata hai
Vicky – arrey Aamir kahan chale
Aamir – bhaiya school bhi toh hai
Vicky – mujhe laga chhutti pe ho
Aamir – bhaiya wo toh late jaane ki permission li thee
Vicky – chalo bye
Aamir – bye bhaiya
Vicky Heena ke ghar ki taraf badh jaata hai.
Ding dong
Heena – kaun hai
Vicky – ji main Vicky
Heena – aao aao
Vicky – ji
Heena – baitho, main abhi aayi
Vicky – ji
Vicky aas paas dekhta hai to paata hai ki ghar bahut sundar dhang se saja rakkha tha. Heena dekhne mei Yeh hai Mohabbatein serial ki Shagun Arora jaisee lagti thee, par us say zyada gori aur thodi zyada bhari bhari bhi. Gadraya hua jism tha. Shagun Arora ka kirdaar Anita Hassannandani ne nibhaya hai. Regular salwar kameez mein bhi wo Kahar dhaa rahi thee. Height bhi theek thee… teen chaar inch unchi sandal ke saath koi 5.7’, wazan koi 60-62 ke kareeb hoga
Hina – thanks for coming Vicky
Vicky – welcome
Heena – I am sorry, very very sorry
Vicky – don’t be
Heena – unko aisa nahin kahena chahiye thaa, bahut galat bola
Vicky – galat toh bola
Phir Vicky usay apni daastaan sunaata hai, jisay sun uski aankho mein paani bhar jaata hai.
Vicky – Mam maine bahut utaar chadhaav dekh liye hain.
Heena uske paas aake baith jaati hai aur haathon ko haath mein lekar kaheti hai “Vicky I am sorry again, tumhari aapbeeti sunke bahut dukh hua”
Vicky – ji koi baat nahin
Heena – kya piyoge
Vicky – kuchh bhi chalega
Heena – chaaye laati hoon
Chaaye ki chuskiyan lete hue
Heena – ye tum mujhe mam mam karte rahete ho
Vicky – aap bataiye kya bulaun
Heena – Aamir tumhara dost hai toh Aunty hui
Vicky – Aamir mujhse umr mein kaafi chhota hai
Vicky – doosri baat aap uski mom nahin balki badi bahen ya chhoti bua zyada lagti hain
Heena muskuraati hai
Vicky – agar aapko bura na lage toh Heena ji kahun
Heena – ok but Aamir ke saamne
Vicky – Mam kahunga
Hina – done
Vicky – ek baat toh hai, aapke shohar ki kismet bahut shaandaar hai
Heena – kaise
Vicky – aapse shaadi ho gayi. Sach kahun, Hoor ke Bagal mein Langoor waali baat lagti hai
Heena – ha ha ha
Vicky – waise wo aapko Activa sikha raha tha ya khud seekh raha thaa
Heena – Sikha rahe thhey
Vicky – Aise? Pahele khud seekh le
Heena – Chala toh lete hain
Vicky – aap ek acchhi wife hain, dhakkan shohar ki izzat bachaane mein lagin hain
Heena smiles.
Vicky – shart laga sakta hoon, thodi bheedh bhaadh waali jagah mein fas jaate honge janaab
Heena muskuraati hai ki Vicky ki judgement kitni sahi hai aur bol padti hai “kabhi kabhi”
Heena phir us say kaam kaaj ke baare mein poochti hai aur wo bata deta hai ki wo ghar se share trading karta hai aur phir taxi chalata hai.
Heena – matlab I can have company during the day
Vicky – ji Heena ji
Heena – Aamir kahe raha tha ki tumne usay kuchh cricket ki baatein batayin theen
Vicky – ji
Heena – pls zara dekh lena, usay shaukh hai cricket ka.
Vicky – main haseenaon ki baat nahin taalta
Heena smiles.
Vicky ki nazar ek family pic pe padti hai
Vicky – shukr hai ki aapki beti aap pe gayi hai, very beautiful
Heena – shukriya
Vicky – kahin in mahashye pe chali jaati toh toh toh….
Heena – ha ha ha
Vicky – ji main chalta hoon
Heena – arrey ruk jaate
Vicky – ji apni trading ki dukaan bhi kholni hai
Heena – aate rahena
Vicky – done. Waise bhi main haseenaon ki baat nahin taalta.
Heena smiles
Vicky chala jaata hai. Kyonki ab Ayesha Amritsar mein thee, toh Vicky ka plan tha Heena ko apne neeche lana aur beizzatti ka badla lena. Uske plan mein Heena ka ** karna nahin tha balki usay patakar apne paas rakhna thaa taaki agli baar jab uska pati aaye toh uski fat jaaye.
As he was about to start the trading he gets a call from Ayesha
Ayesha – hello
Vicky – hello ji kya haal
Ayesha – sorry Vicky yahan bahut busy hoon
Vicky – don’t be sorry, I can understand ki poora kaam dekhna hai
Ayesha – thanks mere mard. Yahan mere rishtedaar bhi hain bahut, toh kaafi aana jana laga raheta hai
Vicky – great
Ayesha – achha sun
Vicky – ji
Ayesha – good luck ..muuaah muaah muaah
Vicky – thanks muaah muaah muaah
Vicky – jaan
Ayesha – hmmmmm
Vicky – bolo na good luck mere mard
Ayesha – good luck mere mard muaahhh…
Ayesha – achha ammi bula rahi hai
Vicky – oh ok bye
Din shuru hota hai trading ka aur koi 4-5 ghante mein Vicky apna target poora kar leta hai. Koi 1.30-2pm ke kareeb wo trading se uth jaata hai aur lunch banaata hai. Uska raat ko kheer khaane ka man thaa, toh lunch ke baad kheer banaane lag jaata hai aur koi 4 baje sab nipta kar so jaata hai. Takreeban 1.5 ghante baad uth kar wo dekhta hai ki bachche khel rahe hain aur wo neeche chala jaata hai. Aamir ek team mein tha aur Vicky bhi us team mein jud jaata hai aur pahele sabko batting karne deta hai. Akhiri mein Vicky aur Aamir rahe jaate hain aur run bhi banaane thhe. Vicky ke sahaare Aamir bhi batting theek kar leta hai aur dono ki partnership mein run achche ban jaate hain. Phir bowling ke time pe Vicky kaafi wicket leta hai aur ye log match jeet jaate hain. Kyonki match doosri society ki team se tha isliye jeet bhi badi thee. Sab bachche Vicky ki zyada aur phir Aamir ki tareef karte hain. Aaj Aamir bahut khush tha nahin toh match ke baad gaaliyan ya phir ignore honay ka hee saamna karna padta tha usay.
