Adultery Vicky or Memsaabs 'written by Dreamer0410' ( Copied )

[hirarandi]

Jaise wo utarti hai building ki lift se, Mohd ka phone aata hai



Mohd – kahan ho

Ayesha – Ghar pe

Mohd – Toh landline kyon nahin utha rahi

Ayesha – apni society ki market se bread lene aayi thee

Mohd – mmmmm. Tum landline nahin uthaati toh mujhe chinta ho jaati hai.

Ayesha – daro mat miya ji, biwi nahin bhaagi ja rahi

Mohd – biwi ka toh pata hai, par uske peeche kitne hai kya karun

Ayesha – phir na karte hot biwi se shaadi

Mohd – ha ha ha

Ayesha poori baat chhupaa jaati hai ki wo pichle 2 ghante se Vicky ke ghar pe thee. Ghar pahunch ke lunch wagarah mein lag jaati hai aur phir so bhi jaati hai.

Takreeban 4 baje Vicky phone karta hai.

Vicky – hello memsaab

Ayesha – haan Vicky (ubaasi lete hue)

Vicky – aap so rahe thhey

Ayesha – haan yaar aankh lag gayi thee

Vicky – meri toh lottery lag gayi aaj

Ayesha – kya hua

Vicky – kuchh mahine pahele ekdum dooba hua share khareeda thaa, aaj 4 guna profit de gaya. Aapki toh good luck kiss hee nahin balki thank you kiss bhi kamaal hai

Ayesha – very good. I am happy for you.

Ayesha – Vicky tumhe ab ghar pe aana padega subah subah apna good luck lene

Vicky – kyon memsaab

Ayesha – wo aaj jab main wapas aa rahi thee tab Mohd ka phone aaya tha, wo land line pe try kar rahe thhey

Vicky – bahut bharosa hai apni biwi pe

Ayesha – smiles

Vicky – kahe deti Vicky ke paas thee

Ayesha – marwaaaoge

Vicky – achha main abhi aa raha hoon

Ayesha – aa jaao

Ayesha ne ghar pe ek afghani salwar aur sleeveless kameezpahena hua thaa jisme takreeban 3 inch ki mummo ki ghaati dikh rahi thee. Vicky hee toh aa raha hai soch wo kuch upar nahin leti. Thodi der mein Vicky aa jaata hai. Agle 5 minute mein wo batata hai ki kaise usay faayda hua.



Vicky – memsaab ek thank you kiss banti hai



Ayesha – ye kisses kuchh zyada nahin ho rahi



Vicky – mat do memsaab, honay do mera nuksaan



Ayesha ko baat chubh jaati hai, kahin na kahin market mein us gunde se bachaane ke liye wo Vicky ki tahe dil se shukrguzaar thee. Dimaag ke kisi konay mein, Vicky ka naam rakhwaala shabd se jud gaya thaa.



Ayesha – tera nuksaan nahin hona chahiye – khush



Vicky – aaj good luck ke saath penalty bhi hogi



Ayesha – achha baba tu khush rahe



Vicky – khadi ho jaao



Ayesha khadi ho jaati hai aur jaise hai. Hamesha ki tarah aadat anusar Ayesha ne ghar pe bhi kareeb chaar inch unchi pencil ke kaale sandal pahan rakhe the. Vicky uski gardan pe apne honth chipkaata hai, paas mein padi landline ki ghanti baj jaati hai. Phone pe caller Id lagi dekh wo samajh jaati hai ki wo Mohd ka phone hai.



Ayesha – Vicky phone hai



Vicky – uthaa lo, mera good luck mat kharab karo



Ayesha “good luck mat kharaab karo” pe hans padti hai aur phone uthaa leti hai. Ab hua aise ki phone ki taar aur Ayesha ke jism ke beech mein Vicky hai aur uska moonh Ayesha ki gardan pe hai aur uske haath uske hips se thoda sa upar.



Mohd – hello kaisee ho



Ayesha – theek hoon



Mohd – yaar main thoda late ho jaaunga



Ayesha – kitna late



Abhi tak Vicky kiss kar raha thaa aur ab uski jeebh bhi baahar aa gayi thee aur wo Ayesha ki gardan ko chaat raha thaa. Laal surk kameez mein gori chitti Ayesha nikhar ke aa rahi thee, tight kameez mein uski uroz baahar aane ko aatur thhey. Kaun aisa mauka chhodta. Vicky ne kaunsa usko apni bahen maana tha. Ayesha ki saanse bhaari honay lagin



Mohd – baj jaayenge 10



Ayesha – 10 …… hmmmmmm



Itne mein Vicky ka haath aayesha ke hips pe chala jaaata hai, wo ekdum saans rok leti hai, thoda gap banaane ke liye wo peechhe hoti hai but peeche ki deewar pe chipak jaati hai, Vicky bhi uske saath peeche ho jaata hai, is movement mein uska haath kisi showpiece pe lagta hai aur wo neeche girta hai. Toot ta nahin hai but aawaaz hoti hai.



Mohd – kya hua



Ayesha – hmmm kuch nahin mmmm haath lag gaya tha metal ka piece gir gaya.



Abhi tak Vicky gardan ki left side pe chipka hota hai but mauke pe chauka maarte hue right side bhi ho jaata hai. Ayesha ki bhari bhari jhaangho ko koi cheez kiss karti hai. Ye apne Vicky ka lund tha jo ekdum mustaid tha.



Ayesha – hmmmm



Mohd – kya hua



Ayesha –kuchh bhi toh nahin



Mohd – ye saanse kyon bhaari ho rahi hain



Ayesha – arrey aapke phone se just pahele kuchh kha pee rahi thee, achanak phone aa gaya toh dhang se settle nahin ho payi.



Vicky ek second ke liye upar dekhta hai aur Ayesha neeche dono ki aankhe milti hain, wo usay hatne ka ishaara karti hai. Vicky mauke ko samajhte hue hat jaata hai.



Mohd – koi ghar par aaya hua hai kya



Ayesha – kaun aayega


Mohd – wo wo Vi…. Haan kaun aayega

Idhar Mohd ka dimaag ghoom raha hai ki kya wo Vicky se bachne ki koshish kar rahi thee yaa saath de rahi thee ki metal ka showpiece gir gaya. Kya chal raha hoga, kya wo usko daba raha thaa jab wo phone pe thee.





Ayesha – kya ho gaya



Mohd – Sorry sorry kuchh nahin



Ayesha – ok bye



Call khatm.



Ayesha – Vicky kya kar rahe thhey, ye toh dekh lete ki phone hai



Vicky sar jhuka ke baitha raheta hai



Ayesha – waise Vicky kitne paise bane aaj



Vicky – memsaab takreeban 8000



Ayesha – 8000 !!!!



Ayesha – Bahut dum hai meri good luck kiss mein



Vicky smile karta hai - Memsaab kal shares nahin khelunga



Ayesha – kya hua



Vicky – kal shraadh hai papa mummy aur sister ka



Ayesha – Oh



Vicky – Bas samajh lo aap ki isee kaam ke liye zinda hoon (aur Vicky ki aankhe nam ho jaati hain)



Ayesha – Vicky rotay nahin hain, main hoon na (kahete hue wo uske saath baith jaati hai aur side se hug karti hai)



Vicky apna sir uske kandhe pe rakh deta hai aur thodi der chup raheta hai.



Ayesha – Vicky Vicky kuchh toh bol….



Vicky – memsaab sach kahun, aap ab bahut important hotay jaa rahe ho mere liye



Ayesha – thanks Vicky



Vicky – memsaab 4 din ke baad Navratri shuru hain, dandiya yaad hai na



Ayesha – haan ji, bahut aag lagi hai mujhe us lehenge choli mein dekhne ki, kameene main sab samajhti hoon



Vicky – ab kya Karen, mard hoon



Ayesha – chhotu mard



Vicky – haan kad mein chhotu sahi par us Mohammad ki tarah fattu toh nahin hoon



Vicky – saala naa mard



Ayesha – Vicky aisa nahin boltay



Vicky – arrey memsaab kya nahin bolte, saala ladkar haar jaata toh bhi izzat karta uski.. fattu



Ayesha – wo fattu sahi… tu toh hai na mera mard… matlab mere liye…



Vicky – haan haan main hoon na



Vicky – kabhi us gadhe ko chhodne ka man kare toh yaad rakhna main tayaar hoon aapko apna banaane ke liye



Ayesha – haan badmaash zaroor….



Agli subah Vicky uthta hai, khud ***** bhoj banata hai, akele bada honay ki wajah se usaay khud khana banana aata tha. Wo ek achha cook bhi tha. Mandir jaakar ek pandit panditayan ko bulaata hai aur unko poori shradhha se bhojan karwata hai aur daan dakshina dekar vida karta hai. Uska man aaj bhaari thaa, ro raha thaa baar baar. Koi nahin thaa uske saath. Wo 2-3 baar balcony mein gaya thaa waise hee, 1-2 baar Ayesha ne dekha ki wo kitna udaas tha. Wo samajh sakti thee par kuchh kar nahin sakti thee. Takreeban 2.30pm pe Ayesha ne Vicky ko call kiya.



Vicky – hello memsaab



Ayesha – kaise ho Vicky



Vicky – ji theek hoon



Ayesha – Samajh sakti hoon ki udaas hogey



Vicky – ji



Ayesha – Achcha jo shraadh mein karna hota hai, wo sab theek ho gaya



Vicky – ji



Ayesha – dekho mujhse zyada toh pata nahin hai



Vicky – aapne pooch liya wohi bahut badi baat hai



Vicky – waise ***** bhoj maine khud banaya tha



Ayesha - waah, toh tumhe cooking bhi aati hai



Vicky – memsaab akela bada hua hoon, ye toh seekhna hee tha



Ayesha – khaana swaad banaate ho



Vicky – kheer banaayi hai, laata hoon, khud check kar lena



Ayesha – hmmmmm



Thodi der mein Vicky Ayesha ke saamne baitha tha. Ayesha ne ek tight si salwar kameez paheni thee jiska gala deep aur chauda thaa aur peeche se bhi peeth bhi gaheri thee. Ayesha ko aise suit pasand thhey.



Ayesha – laa Vicky kheer de mujhe



Vicky – main khilaunga



Ayesha – main khalungi



Vicky – kaha na main khilaunga



Ayesha – achha baba



Vicky chamach le aata hai aur bade pyaar se Ayesha ko khilaane lagta hai



Ayesha – mmmmm bahut swaad hai



Vicky – dekh lo shaadi kar lo mujhse, fattu ki jagah mard milega aur cook bhi



Ayesha – ha ha ha zaroor



Vicky ke saamne Ayesha ke ubhaar hotay hain, wo dekh raha hota hai aur Ayesha pakad leti hai.



Ayesha – Vicky…



Vicky – dekhne do na, mard hoon, fattu nahin



Ayesha chup ho jaati hai and sir side mein karke halki si smile karti hai.



Vicky – dekh loon memsaab



Ayesha – mard poochte hain kya…… nahin nahin



Vicky muskukaraata hai



Vicky – memsaab aapko uppar waaley ne tassalli se overtime mein banaya hoga.


Ayesha smiles.