26-10-2019, 11:12 AM
Karvachauth was coming. Kishor requested Bhavna for marketing some groceries so he will prepare dishes. Bhavna agreed, but she asked Kishor to come to a nearby coffee shop. Kishor wore bloue colour saree and took auto to nearby coffee shop. He ordered green tea. Soon few colege boys and girls , they happened to be sports players and cheerleaders. The boys started to pass lewd comments on Kishor, they thought him as a woman, of course Kishor looked a beautiful middle aged woman. He tried to ignore the comments.
Rising to his feet, Kishor tossed his half empty glass of green tea into the
arrogant man's face.
" Screw you, asshole," he shouted with uncharacteristic courage.
Before Kishor knew what was happening, the infuriated hockey player grabbed
him by his saree, cocked back his fist and prepared to rearrange his
face. Overmatched, Kishor prepared himself for the worst...and then he heard
a loud female voice cry out,
'Stop it right there ! That's my life.'.
.LEAVE HIM THE HELL ALONE ! "
A deafening silence followed as 's majestic leather clad form entered the
room. She seemed to have arrived just in the nick of time; for Kishor .As she
made her way over to where Kishor and his antagonist Kuru the captain of the
hockey team she stood, the angry Glamazon and Mean Girl , who had shed the
restraints that had-for so many years tempered her behaviour towards those who had rejected her.
She had learned to deal with these restraints for herself., but this was her
Man wife. Why should Kishor be subjected to these humiliations? This was
totally unacceptable, and Bhavna could not and would not allow it. A kind of
eerie silence crept over the coffee shop as all the students present
stared at the dramatic scene that was unfolding before them.
"Take your hands off him now you arsehole!"Bhavna demanded," or you'll regret it for a long time to come."
Though she outweighed him by nearly 150 pounds, he was a hockey player in top
shape. He certainly wasn't about to back down from a girl -not in front of his friends and the cheerleaders.
" And what if I don't? " Kuru responded arrogantly,"What are you going to do
about it, you she elephant tub of chapatti flour? "
A strange smile then appeared on Bhavna's pretty face as she replied," I was
sort of hoping you'd say something like that."
Without saying another word, she raised her 'arm and " WHACK!", slapped him
hard across the face with her open hand.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!
Such was the force of her blow that the hockey player spun around and fell to
the floor.
" Why your fat bitch, you'll pay for that."
He got to his feet and threw a punch at Bhavna but she, showing a speed which
one would never expect from a girl so large, put up her arm and 'blocked his
fist in mid-air. She then grabbed him by the collar of his shirt with her
leather gloved hand and, with the other, his belt buckle. Bhavna then lifted the stunned boy Kuru high above her head in her outstretched arms. Without showing any sign of strain, she then carried him over to the table where his friends sat and slammed him down on top of it; shattering the table and showering his friends with tea and coffee. With her hands on her hips, Bhavna smiled at them and said,
" Sorry about that, but your friend here really needed a lesson in table
manners."
Twenty enraged hockey and cricket players then rose from their chairs and
encircled her - twenty against one woman. Looking over at Kishor, Bhavna winked and said in a calm voice that belied the situation she was in,
" You stay their sweetie pie where you'll be safe...I'll handle this."
Then, turning her attention back to the boys that now surrounded her, she
said," My quarrel wasn't with you, just your friend there. If you'll all just
return to your chairs, we can forget about this little incident; if not,
well...do all you big, strong boys really want to fight little old me? "
The answer was 'yes'. As fellow hockey players, they were offended by what had happened to their friend at the hands of this woman. They felt they had to avenge his humiliation. It didn't matter that he was the one who instigated it in the first place. He was one of them and the score had to be settled. And if that wasn't reason enough, all the cheerleaders were yelling," C'mon guys,kill that bitch! " Sometimes people are in control of events, and sometimes events are in control of people. This would definitely fall into the latter category.
Completely surrounded by large, strong, muscular (and angry)'hockey players,
seeking revenge for their friend's humiliation, Bhavna's situation might have
seemed pretty hopeless. Indeed, the scene in the student union that day did
have a look of surrealism about it - twenty men against one woman. But this
wasn't just any woman...this was Bhavna, and what followed became legend.
As the athletes closed in on her, Bhavna stood up on one of her toes and began to twirl around in a perfect ballet pirouette. How a 400-pound girl could spin around with such grace and perfect balance remained a mystery, but graceful she certainly was. She then did something no ballerina would ever do. She extended her arms and made fists while spinning around rapidly.
WHAM! POW! SMASH! Three of the closest hockey players were literally sent
flying across the room after they made contact with Bhavna's fists.
BAM! WHACK! SLAM! three more were flattened by the female tornado. " WHEEEE,
this is so much fun! " Bhavna laughed as she continued to twirl around knocking athletes all over the place. No matter how big or strong they were, once she connected with her fist they went down...and didn't get up again. In an amazing display of her power and strength, Mean woman Bhavna (as she would be known from now on throughout the college, much to her delight') beat up
eighteen of the twenty men she faced; in less than three minutes. Only two
remained, and they were cowering in one of corners.
Smiling, Bhavna approached them. She grabbed each one by the shirt and lifted
them both off the floor - together, they weighed over 400 pounds! " Tell you
what I'm going to do boys. If you apologize to my man wife for being rude to
him, I'll let you off easy. If not...Bonk, Bonk." She playfully banged their
heads together a couple of times as a warning to what she'd do to them if they didn't. Needless to say, they apologized. Bhavna then hung them both up on a coat rack.
Now, there was just one more thing to take care of. She walked over to the six cheerleaders who were just standing by the shattered table in a state of
shock; not believing what they had just seen." Fat bitch eh? Well, we'll see
about that." Grabbing them all by their long hair, Bhavna tied them together in tight a knot. " There, that should keep you girls occupied for a while." Now,if you'll excuse me, I have a marketing with my man."
When Bhavna returned to Kishor, he had a very strange look on his face. He too,was in something of a state of shock. After all, he just witnessed his
wife beat up twenty big, strong guys...he probably couldn't even beat
the weakest of them. How was it possible? It seemed beyond belief. 'Bhavna felt
his consternation and knew she must act quickly...or she might lose him.
Taking Kishor by the hand, she led him out of the common room building to a
secluded area where they could be alone.
" Kishor," she began," I know what you must be thinking. After what you just
saw me do, I can't blame you if you're having second thoughts about our
relationship. But you have to understand something about me. . I'm a big,
strong Mean Girl and a Tigress and proud of it. But I don't want you to ever
be intimidated by me I'd never hurt you Kishor...because...I love you. You're
the kindest, sweetest person I've ever met. That's why I did what I did; I
couldn't let that bully hit you. And as for his friends, they were teasing you because you are my friend. Yes, I saw what was happening. I was sitting off in a corner when you entered the coffee. I saw it all. They deserved
the beating I gave them; as will anyone else who teases you from now on. '
When Bhavna finished, Kishor had tears in his eyes. Impulsively he hugged
his Super woman. "Bhavna, I love you too. You're so
big...so strong; the kind of woman I've always fantasized about. I have heard about your saree fighting, I saw this roday, though you were in jeans and leather."
As they continued to embrace each other, Kishor felt himself being slowly
lifted off the ground and he knew that here, snug and secure in Bhavna's massive arms, he was safe...that no harm would ever come to him...that there was no place else he'd rather be.##'"
Come sweetheart," She whispered softly in his ear ," LET'S GO HOME DARLING! By the way I will also celebrate karwachauth. I will purchase my saree too.”
Rising to his feet, Kishor tossed his half empty glass of green tea into the
arrogant man's face.
" Screw you, asshole," he shouted with uncharacteristic courage.
Before Kishor knew what was happening, the infuriated hockey player grabbed
him by his saree, cocked back his fist and prepared to rearrange his
face. Overmatched, Kishor prepared himself for the worst...and then he heard
a loud female voice cry out,
'Stop it right there ! That's my life.'.
.LEAVE HIM THE HELL ALONE ! "
A deafening silence followed as 's majestic leather clad form entered the
room. She seemed to have arrived just in the nick of time; for Kishor .As she
made her way over to where Kishor and his antagonist Kuru the captain of the
hockey team she stood, the angry Glamazon and Mean Girl , who had shed the
restraints that had-for so many years tempered her behaviour towards those who had rejected her.
She had learned to deal with these restraints for herself., but this was her
Man wife. Why should Kishor be subjected to these humiliations? This was
totally unacceptable, and Bhavna could not and would not allow it. A kind of
eerie silence crept over the coffee shop as all the students present
stared at the dramatic scene that was unfolding before them.
"Take your hands off him now you arsehole!"Bhavna demanded," or you'll regret it for a long time to come."
Though she outweighed him by nearly 150 pounds, he was a hockey player in top
shape. He certainly wasn't about to back down from a girl -not in front of his friends and the cheerleaders.
" And what if I don't? " Kuru responded arrogantly,"What are you going to do
about it, you she elephant tub of chapatti flour? "
A strange smile then appeared on Bhavna's pretty face as she replied," I was
sort of hoping you'd say something like that."
Without saying another word, she raised her 'arm and " WHACK!", slapped him
hard across the face with her open hand.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!
Such was the force of her blow that the hockey player spun around and fell to
the floor.
" Why your fat bitch, you'll pay for that."
He got to his feet and threw a punch at Bhavna but she, showing a speed which
one would never expect from a girl so large, put up her arm and 'blocked his
fist in mid-air. She then grabbed him by the collar of his shirt with her
leather gloved hand and, with the other, his belt buckle. Bhavna then lifted the stunned boy Kuru high above her head in her outstretched arms. Without showing any sign of strain, she then carried him over to the table where his friends sat and slammed him down on top of it; shattering the table and showering his friends with tea and coffee. With her hands on her hips, Bhavna smiled at them and said,
" Sorry about that, but your friend here really needed a lesson in table
manners."
Twenty enraged hockey and cricket players then rose from their chairs and
encircled her - twenty against one woman. Looking over at Kishor, Bhavna winked and said in a calm voice that belied the situation she was in,
" You stay their sweetie pie where you'll be safe...I'll handle this."
Then, turning her attention back to the boys that now surrounded her, she
said," My quarrel wasn't with you, just your friend there. If you'll all just
return to your chairs, we can forget about this little incident; if not,
well...do all you big, strong boys really want to fight little old me? "
The answer was 'yes'. As fellow hockey players, they were offended by what had happened to their friend at the hands of this woman. They felt they had to avenge his humiliation. It didn't matter that he was the one who instigated it in the first place. He was one of them and the score had to be settled. And if that wasn't reason enough, all the cheerleaders were yelling," C'mon guys,kill that bitch! " Sometimes people are in control of events, and sometimes events are in control of people. This would definitely fall into the latter category.
Completely surrounded by large, strong, muscular (and angry)'hockey players,
seeking revenge for their friend's humiliation, Bhavna's situation might have
seemed pretty hopeless. Indeed, the scene in the student union that day did
have a look of surrealism about it - twenty men against one woman. But this
wasn't just any woman...this was Bhavna, and what followed became legend.
As the athletes closed in on her, Bhavna stood up on one of her toes and began to twirl around in a perfect ballet pirouette. How a 400-pound girl could spin around with such grace and perfect balance remained a mystery, but graceful she certainly was. She then did something no ballerina would ever do. She extended her arms and made fists while spinning around rapidly.
WHAM! POW! SMASH! Three of the closest hockey players were literally sent
flying across the room after they made contact with Bhavna's fists.
BAM! WHACK! SLAM! three more were flattened by the female tornado. " WHEEEE,
this is so much fun! " Bhavna laughed as she continued to twirl around knocking athletes all over the place. No matter how big or strong they were, once she connected with her fist they went down...and didn't get up again. In an amazing display of her power and strength, Mean woman Bhavna (as she would be known from now on throughout the college, much to her delight') beat up
eighteen of the twenty men she faced; in less than three minutes. Only two
remained, and they were cowering in one of corners.
Smiling, Bhavna approached them. She grabbed each one by the shirt and lifted
them both off the floor - together, they weighed over 400 pounds! " Tell you
what I'm going to do boys. If you apologize to my man wife for being rude to
him, I'll let you off easy. If not...Bonk, Bonk." She playfully banged their
heads together a couple of times as a warning to what she'd do to them if they didn't. Needless to say, they apologized. Bhavna then hung them both up on a coat rack.
Now, there was just one more thing to take care of. She walked over to the six cheerleaders who were just standing by the shattered table in a state of
shock; not believing what they had just seen." Fat bitch eh? Well, we'll see
about that." Grabbing them all by their long hair, Bhavna tied them together in tight a knot. " There, that should keep you girls occupied for a while." Now,if you'll excuse me, I have a marketing with my man."
When Bhavna returned to Kishor, he had a very strange look on his face. He too,was in something of a state of shock. After all, he just witnessed his
wife beat up twenty big, strong guys...he probably couldn't even beat
the weakest of them. How was it possible? It seemed beyond belief. 'Bhavna felt
his consternation and knew she must act quickly...or she might lose him.
Taking Kishor by the hand, she led him out of the common room building to a
secluded area where they could be alone.
" Kishor," she began," I know what you must be thinking. After what you just
saw me do, I can't blame you if you're having second thoughts about our
relationship. But you have to understand something about me. . I'm a big,
strong Mean Girl and a Tigress and proud of it. But I don't want you to ever
be intimidated by me I'd never hurt you Kishor...because...I love you. You're
the kindest, sweetest person I've ever met. That's why I did what I did; I
couldn't let that bully hit you. And as for his friends, they were teasing you because you are my friend. Yes, I saw what was happening. I was sitting off in a corner when you entered the coffee. I saw it all. They deserved
the beating I gave them; as will anyone else who teases you from now on. '
When Bhavna finished, Kishor had tears in his eyes. Impulsively he hugged
his Super woman. "Bhavna, I love you too. You're so
big...so strong; the kind of woman I've always fantasized about. I have heard about your saree fighting, I saw this roday, though you were in jeans and leather."
As they continued to embrace each other, Kishor felt himself being slowly
lifted off the ground and he knew that here, snug and secure in Bhavna's massive arms, he was safe...that no harm would ever come to him...that there was no place else he'd rather be.##'"
Come sweetheart," She whispered softly in his ear ," LET'S GO HOME DARLING! By the way I will also celebrate karwachauth. I will purchase my saree too.”
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