Fantasy మృణాల్ ఠాకూర్ తమ్ముడు - Mrunal Thakur thammudu

[Guruji22]

Bro Comeback Update

[Harries1]

Update1:
After finishing my intermediate exams, I, Hari, was finally enjoying the lazy freedom of summer holidays in our apartment. Life was simple and sweet — sleeping late, playing cricket in the evening, and helping Mom with small chores. One afternoon, Mom prepared her delicious homemade curry and asked me to take a box to our next-door neighbours. Normally, I wouldn’t be this excited to play delivery boy, but this time my heart did a little flip.

You see, our neighbors had two sisters who were absolutely stunning. They always wore the most modern, confident, and downright sexy outfits — short dresses, crop tops, tight jeans, everything that made a guy like me steal glances whenever I saw them. Especially the older one, Neha Sharma. She was next-level beautiful.
I happily took the box from Mom and walked over. Their maid opened the door with a polite smile and took the curry. I felt a wave of disappointment — arrey yaar, not today — but just as I was about to turn back, I spotted Neha sitting gracefully on the living room sofa, sipping coffee. She looked breathtaking.
Without thinking twice, I stepped inside.
There she was — Neha Sharma, casually leaning against the sofa in the most effortlessly hot outfit. She wore a loose white shirt that had slipped off one shoulder, revealing a black bralette underneath that hugged her curves perfectly. The shirt was open just enough to show her beautiful cleavage, and a delicate gold necklace with a pendant rested right between them, catching the light every time she moved. Her long dark hair was messy in the sexiest way, with sunglasses perched on top of her head. White earphones hung from her ears, and she held a big white coffee mug in her delicate hands. The soft morning light from the window made her glowing skin and sharp features look even more angelic.
She looked up at me with those big, expressive eyes and gave a small, surprised smile.
I walked straight over and sat down right next to her on the sofa, trying to act cool even though my heart was racing.

[Harries1]

Update 2:
I, Hari, sat down right next to Neha on the plush sofa, trying my best to look casual even though my heart was doing somersaults. She looked even more stunning up close. Neha Sharma — 30 years old, total firebrand, and one of the biggest Telugu influencers in Hyderabad with over 200k followers. She turned her head towards me, those beautiful eyes sparkling with a mix of surprise and amusement.

Neha: (smiling warmly, pulling one earphone out) "Hari! Heyy... didn't expect to see you today. Come to drop something from aunty?"

Hari: "Yeah... Mom made her special curry. I brought it over. How are you, Neha? You look... wow, as always."

Neha: (laughs softly, leaning back a little) "Flatterer. I'm good, just taking a break from shooting. These past few days have been crazy. My parents are at it again, yaar. Non-stop marriage talks. 'Neha, you're 30 now, when will you settle down?' 'All your cousins are married, look at them!' Like, seriously? I have 200k followers, brand deals coming in every week, and they're still treating me like I'm some 22-year-old who needs to get married tomorrow."

She sighed dramatically, then reached forward and placed her white coffee cup on the table beside her. And oh man... let me tell you, readers — the moment that cup moved away, the view became absolutely dangerous. Her loose white shirt had slipped even further off one shoulder, and that black bralette underneath was doing its best (and failing beautifully) to contain everything. The soft lighting from the window hit her cleavage perfectly, giving such a teasing, mouth-watering view that I had to force myself to look at her face instead of... well, you know.

Hari: (trying not to stare) "I get it. My parents are the same. Always saying 'beta, focus on studies and future,' but the second I get good marks they start the marriage pressure too. But you? You're killing it! 200k followers is huge, especially for a Telugu girl in Hyderabad. What new promotions are you doing?"

Neha: (brightens up, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear) "Thank you! Yeah, it's actually going really well. Just signed a big deal with a skincare brand — you know, the ones with those 'glow like Neha' reels? And another one for ethnic wear. But the pressure from home is next level. Mom keeps sending me biodatas of random NRI guys. Dad is even worse — he says 'influencing is fine, but who will marry an influencer?' Like bro, I'm earning more than most engineers in the family!"

She laughed, a rich, infectious sound, and shifted slightly on the sofa. That movement made her shirt slip just a tiny bit more. Fourth-wall break time, guys — I swear I forgot how to breathe for a second. Neha in real life was way more dangerous than her Instagram photos.

Hari: (grinning) "They're just worried because you're so successful. But honestly, Neha, you're living the dream. Traveling, creating content, getting paid for looking beautiful... I mean, who wouldn't be jealous?"

Neha: (raises an eyebrow playfully, tilting her head) "Oh? So you think I'm beautiful, Hari?"

She gave me that signature mischievous smile, the one that probably gets her thousands of likes per post, and took another sip from her coffee before setting it aside again. The view... 

[Harries1]

Update 3:
**Hari:** (settling comfortably on the sofa, now facing her directly) “Neha, tell me more about your influencer life yaar. It looks so glamorous from the outside. What kind of promotions are you doing these days?”

**Neha:** (turns fully towards me, crossing one leg over the other, now sitting straight and facing me properly. She brushes her hair back with one hand, giving me a perfect view) “Haha, glamorous? Let me tell you the reality, Hari.”

She leans forward slightly while talking, and damn… readers, I’m not even joking — that white top was already dangerous, but the way she leaned gave just the right amount of deep, soft cleavage. The delicate gold necklace with the tiny diamond pendant rested perfectly between them, catching the light. It was impossible not to notice.

**Neha:** “Right now I’m doing a lot of restaurant promotions. Last week I went to this new Italian place in Banjara Hills. They gave me free food for the whole family and paid me only 15k for one reel and three stories. Can you believe it? 15k! I spent three hours there shooting, editing, and posting. And the food? Super oily and heavy. I took two bites for the camera and that’s it. I can’t afford to eat that stuff if I want to maintain my figure. My followers expect me to look good, na?”

**Hari:** “Only 15k? That seems low for someone with 200k followers…”

**Neha:** (laughs and rolls her eyes) “Exactly! Most restaurants are like this only. They think giving free biryani or pasta is enough. Last month I did a promotion for a famous Hyderabadi biryani place. They paid me 12k and expected me to post five times. I told them straight — ‘Sir, my rate is higher.’ But they begged me because my audience is mostly Telugu people. I did it, but next time I’m charging minimum 35-40k. No more cheap deals.”

She shifted again on the sofa, adjusting her top slightly. The deep neckline moved with her, giving another teasing view. My brain was struggling to focus on the conversation.

**Neha:** “Apart from food, I’m doing skincare and fashion promotions too. One international skincare brand is paying me really well — almost 80k for a series of reels. That’s decent. But some local clothing brands… ugh. They send me cheap dupattas and expect me to make them look luxurious. One brand even asked me to tag them in every story for a whole week for just 8k. I rejected it. I have standards now.”

**Hari:** (smiling) “You’ve become a proper businesswoman, Neha. 200k followers is no joke.”

**Neha:** (proud smile, tucking her hair behind her ear) “It’s not easy, Hari. Managing content, replying to DMs, dealing with brands, and still handling family pressure about marriage… it’s exhausting. But I love it. I get to wear whatever I want, travel sometimes, and earn my own money. That feeling is amazing.”

She looked at me with those expressive eyes, a small playful smile on her lips, clearly enjoying talking about her life.

[Harries1]

Update 4:
Neha continued, leaning a little closer on the sofa, her deep cleavage catching the light beautifully as she spoke with an amused yet slightly tired smile. “You won’t believe some of these so-called promotions, Hari. Last month this coffee shop owner in Jubilee Hills invited me for a ‘collab’. I thought it would be quick reels and free coffee, but the uncle literally sat with me for two hours, ordering different drinks, flirting shamelessly — ‘Neha ji aap itni sundar ho, ek smile de do na’ — and kept touching my hand while talking. 

I had to act all flirty and casual, laughing at his lame jokes and giving him those soft eyes just so he would actually pay me properly and promote his cafe. It’s so exhausting yaar… acting sweet and interested when all I want is to finish the shoot and leave. But what can I do? 200k followers don’t come easy, and these brand deals are how I survive.” She sighed, giving me a playful wink, “Sometimes I feel like I’m doing acting more than influencing.”

[Harries1]

Update 5: Neha sighed and continued, running her fingers through her hair as she looked at me with a mix of amusement and annoyance. “You have no idea, Hari. The bigger promotions are even worse. Jewelry brands, clothing lines, even real estate guys — they all call me saying ‘Neha, please wear something nice and sexy so the video goes more viral.’ I dress up properly, but then these uncles start giving me the creepiest looks. While shooting they’ll purposely take selfies from angles that focus straight on my cleavage, or ‘accidentally’ brush against me while adjusting the light. One real estate owner literally asked me to lean forward more for the shot so his ‘property looks more luxurious’ — as if my boobs were part of the selling point. I have to smile and act professional, but deep down I’m just counting the money and thinking how long I have to tolerate this nonsense for my career.”

[Harries1]

I will try to give updates on week days as well but weekends at least 1 update will be there.

[Guruji22]

Great Update Bro And Good comeback Please add Mrunal and Daksha soon

[opendoor]

[Harries1]

Update 6: 
continued. “You’ll be shocked, Hari… there are so many guys who are completely obsessed with my armpits. I get hundreds of comments and DMs every time I post a photo or reel where my arms are up — ‘Neha your armpits are so clean and sexy’, ‘please show more’, ‘I can’t stop staring’… some even send private requests. At first I was weirded out, but now I know it gets good engagement, so I have to satisfy them a little. Like right now,” she said with a playful smirk, keeping her arm raised just enough to tease, “I know some of my followers would go crazy seeing this. It’s part of the game yaar… I have to keep all kinds of fans happy if I want to grow.”

She gave a naughty little smile, clearly aware of the view she was giving.



In my mind (talking directly to you guys):

Bro… I was sitting right there in front of Neha, trying so hard to focus on her face, but it was literally impossible. The way she kept her arm raised behind her head while talking, her smooth, fair armpit was completely exposed — soft, clean, and strangely addictive under the light. And that white top… man, the deep cleavage was right there, full, soft, and perfectly framed, rising and falling gently with every breath she took.
No wonder those thirsty followers go crazy for her armpits and cleavage, I thought. I get it now. Completely. Because sitting just a foot away from her, I couldn’t stop staring either. They looked so inviting, so perfect… it was making my heart beat faster. Neha had no idea what kind of effect she was having on me right now.

[jeetyin]

very good start...... keep it coming...

[Harries1]

Update7:


It was evening, the sky had turned that deep orange-purple, and I was chilling in my bedroom with the lights off when I saw her light turn on across the gap between our apartments. The beautiful ANASUYA aunty from next door stepped into her bedroom, wearing that sexy black sheer saree. She looked a bit tired but stunning after her long day. She closed the door behind her, then walked straight towards the window — not knowing I was watching from my dark room like a complete perv.  



She stood right there in the golden lamp light, right in front of the open curtains, and started adjusting her saree. Her hands went to the pallu first, slowly pulling it off her shoulder, letting the thin black fabric slide down her smooth back and arms. Then she began loosening the pleats at her waist, the saree dropping lower on her wide hips, exposing her soft midriff and that deep navel. The strapless black top hugged her big breasts tightly as she moved, her heavy chest rising and falling with each breath. She turned slightly sideways, completely focused on changing, unaware that from my window I could see everything — the way her body curved, the soft glow on her skin, those expensive earrings swinging as she bent a little to fix the folds.  

My heart was pounding so hard… she was about to take off the entire saree right there. Fuck, this was better than any dream.

[Harries1]

Update 8:

I was glued to my bedroom window in complete darkness, heart hammering as I watched her through the open curtains of her warmly lit bedroom. She had just come in and started undressing right there. In the first scene, she had already slipped off her black blouse, now standing in just a tight black strapless bra that barely contained her heavy breasts. The soft golden lamp light kissed her smooth skin as she raised both arms, running her fingers through her long dark hair, pushing her chest forward. Her deep cleavage jiggled slightly with the movement, the strapless bra hugging her tightly while her soft midriff glowed. Those heavy earrings swayed as she tilted her head, looking so effortlessly sexy and unaware that I was devouring every inch of her from across the gap between our apartments.

She looked like a goddess in that moment — the black strapless bra pushing her breasts up beautifully, her curvy waist and navel completely exposed. I could see the gentle rise and fall of her chest as she let her hair fall back down over her shoulders. My mouth went dry. She was taking her time, completely lost in her own world, and I was the lucky bastard getting this private show from my window like it was meant just for me.




She then lowered the black saree even more on her hips, making it sit dangerously low. In the second scene, both her hands were at her waist, adjusting the saree pleats right at the edge of her hips, pulling the fabric down further so her entire soft, curvy belly and deep navel were on full display. The strapless bra still held her massive breasts firmly, creating an insane amount of cleavage from this angle while the sheer black saree clung to her wide hips and thick thighs. The warm bedroom light highlighted every curve — from her underboob peeking just below the bra to the sexy way the low saree accentuated her hourglass figure.

Fuck, she looked even hotter now. The saree was barely hanging on her hips, threatening to slip down any second as she kept adjusting it. I could clearly see the smooth skin of her lower belly and the tempting line where the saree met her body. She was still looking down, focused on fixing her clothes, completely innocent to the fact that I was standing there in the dark, breathing heavily, my eyes locked on her incredible body through the window. This evening was turning into the best accidental show of my life.

[Harries1]

Update 9:

My eyes nearly popped out when an older man, her husband, suddenly walked up behind her. He wrapped his arms around her bare waist and pulled her back against him, pressing his lips to the side of her neck in a deep kiss. She smiled softly, one hand resting on his arm while his palms roamed over her soft, exposed belly. That black strapless top was barely holding her heavy breasts as she leaned into him. I could see everything clearly through the window — her curvy figure pressed against him, the low saree sitting dangerously on her hips.



Then things heated up fast. He turned her slightly and they locked into a passionate kiss on the lips. Her eyes closed as she tilted her head, kissing him back while his hands stayed firmly on her waist and lower back. Her big breasts pressed against his chest, the deep cleavage on full display. The warm bedroom light made their intimate moment look even hotter. I was frozen at my window, breathing hard, watching this married couple get intimate right in front of me.



Finally, she pulled away with a naughty little smile and walked towards the window. She reached up high, grabbing the curtains with both arms raised, her breasts lifting beautifully in that tight strapless top. While she started closing the blinds to hide their fuck session, her husband sat on the bed behind her, watching her with hungry eyes. The last thing I saw before the curtains fully closed was her sexy back and low saree as the room got darker… leaving me throbbing and desperate for more.

[Harries1]

Next update onwards Updates will be in telugu as well

[Harries1]

MRUNAL intro will be soon.....

[Guruji22]

Telugu Narration suits you better

great update bro

[Harries1]

Update 10: 

ఒక రోజు మా అపార్ట్‌మెంట్ నుంచి శివాని నాగారం నా ఇంటికి వచ్చింది. నేను సోఫాలో కూర్చొని ఉన్నాను. ఆమె ఆ పీచ్ డ్రెస్‌లో ఎంత హాట్‌గా ఉందో... చూస్తుంటే నా గుండె కొట్టుకుంటోంది. ఆమె నా బెస్ట్ ఫ్రెండ్ అయినా, ఆ లెగ్స్, ఆ ఫిగర్ చూసి కళ్లు తప్పించుకోలేకపోయాను — ఆమె గమనించకుండా త్వరగా త్వరగా చూసేస్తున్నాను.

Conversation:
శివాని: (నవ్వుతూ) హాయ్ హరి! ఎలా ఉన్నావ్ రా? ఇంకా సోఫాలోనే కూర్చుని ఉన్నావా?
హరి: హాయ్ శివాని! వచ్చేశావా? సూపర్‌గా ఉన్నావ్ రా ఈరోజు. ఆ డ్రెస్ బాగుంది. ఎలా వచ్చావ్?
శివాని: (నవ్వుతూ) అంతేనా? నువ్వు కూడా బాగున్నావ్. ఏం హరి, మనం ఇంటర్ మొత్తం కలిసి చదివాం కదా... ఇప్పుడు CBITలో కూడా సీట్ వచ్చేసింది! నీకు కూడా అక్కడే కదా?
హరి: అవును రా! నాకు కూడా Chaitanya Bharathi Institute of Technology (CBIT) లో సీట్ వచ్చింది. ఇంకా మనం కాలేజీలో కూడా కలిసి ఉంటాం అని ఆనందంగా ఉంది. నువ్వు ఏ బ్రాంచ్ తీసుకుంటావ్?
శివాని: నేను CSE తీసుకుంటాను. నువ్వు? మళ్లీ క్లాస్‌మేట్స్ అవుతాం కదా? ?
హరి: (లోపల ఆమె లెగ్స్ వైపు చూస్తూ) అవును... super అనిపిస్తుంది. మళ్లీ పాత రోజులు రిపీట్ అవుతాయి.
శివాని నవ్వుతూ కూర్చుంది. నేను మాట్లాడుతున్నా... కానీ ఆమె డ్రెస్‌లో ఆ స్మూత్ థైస్, ఆ వేవ్ హెయిర్ చూసి మనసు ఎక్కడో తిరుగుతోంది.

[Harries1]

Update 11:


She sat comfortably on the sofa right next to me. I was trying to focus on her face, but my eyes kept drifting down to her smooth thighs. The peach dress had ridden up a little as she sat, giving a clear view of her soft, fair legs.


శివాని: (కొంచెం టెన్షన్‌గా) హరి... నాకు ఈ CBIT సీట్ రావడానికి చాలా టెన్షన్ పడ్డాను రా. ఎన్ని రోజులు నైట్ పడుకోకుండా చదివానో! ఇంటర్ లో మనం కలిసి చదివినా, ఇప్పుడు ఇంజనీరింగ్ లోకి వెళ్తున్నాం అని భయం భయంగా ఉంది.

హరి: (ఆమె తొడల వైపు చూస్తూ) అవును రా... నాకు కూడా అదే. కానీ ఇప్పుడు మనం ఇద్దరం కలిసి ఉంటాం కదా... ఏమైనా బాగానే జరుగుతుంది.





Pic 2 — She laughed and relaxed more, raising her right hand to tuck her hair behind her ear. That movement made her armpit clearly visible and the dress stretched nicely over her chest. I couldn’t stop staring.


శివాని: (నవ్వుతూ) కాలేజీ స్టార్ట్ అయిన తర్వాత ఏం చేద్దాం అంటావ్? క్యాంపస్ ఎక్స్‌ప్లోర్ చేద్దాం, క్యాఫేటీరియా లో కలిసి టిఫిన్ తింటాం, లైబ్రరీ లో కూర్చొని చదువుకుంటాం... ఏమైనా ఐడియా ఉందా?

హరి: (ఆమె ఆర్మ్‌పిట్ మరియు ఛాతీ వైపు చూస్తూ, లోపల థ్రిల్ అవుతూ) అవును... అన్నీ చేద్దాం రా. నీతో కలిసి ఉంటే ఏదైనా బాగుంటుంది అనిపిస్తుంది.

శివాని నవ్వుతూ మాట్లాడుతుంటే, నా కళ్లు ఆమె శరీరం మీద తిరుగుతూనే ఉన్నాయి. ఆమె నా ఫ్రెండ్ అయినా... ఇప్పుడు చాలా హాట్‌గా అనిపిస్తోంది.

[Harries1]

Update 12:

We talked for a while and then Shivani stood up to leave. Just then my mom came into the living room.




శివాని: (నవ్వుతూ) అంతే హరి, నేను వెళ్తాను. మళ్లీ కాలేజీ స్టార్ట్ అయ్యాక కలుద్దాం.

హరి: ఆమ్... బాయ్ రా.

మా అమ్మ: (వచ్చి) ఏమిటి శివాని బాబు! ఎంత సేపు లేవు? కూర్చో కూర్చో... ఏం చేస్తున్నావ్?

శివాని: (నవ్వుతూ) నమస్కారం అంటీ. హరి ఇంటికి వచ్చాను అంటీ. CBIT లో సీట్ వచ్చింది కదా, అందుకు మాట్లాడుకుంటున్నాం.

మా అమ్మ: అబ్బో! చాలా బాగుంది. ఇద్దరూ ఒకేసారి అక్కడికి వెళ్తారు. జాగ్రత్తగా ఉండాలి. ఇంట్లోకి వెళ్లి కాఫీ తాగి వెళ్తావా?

శివాని: లేదు అంటీ, ఇంటికి వెళ్తున్నాను. మరోసారి వస్తాను.




While talking to mom, she raised her hand to adjust her hair. Her armpit came into full view — freshly shaved, smooth, with that slight natural skin tone. My mind went wild.




హరి (లోపల మాటలు): ఫక్... ఆ ఆర్మ్‌పిట్ చూడు. ఈ స్లీవ్‌లెస్ డ్రెస్ కోసం ఫ్రెష్‌గా షేవ్ చేసుకుంది అని అనిపిస్తోంది. క్లీన్‌గా, సాఫ్ట్‌గా ఉంది. ఆ తొడలు... ఆ స్మైల్... శివాని నా ఫ్రెండ్ అయినా, ఇప్పుడు చాలా హాట్‌గా అనిపిస్తోంది. ఆ ఆర్మ్‌పిట్ ని చూసి ఏం చేయాలని అనిపిస్తోంది...
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