18-06-2021, 03:29 PM
(This post was last modified: 18-06-2021, 03:32 PM by thereald. Edited 1 time in total. Edited 1 time in total.)
EPISODE- 1
Dimple was sitting in front of her dressing table and drying her hair with a towel and while she was looking in the mirror, she was getting proud of her beauty. Her tight white Kurti was struggling to hide her round and juicy boobs. Her breasts were full and bigger making her deep cleavage visible. Droplets of water from her hair after shower were falling slowly on her Kurti making her black bra slightly visible. In her mind, she was pondering how lucky her wimpy husband was for getting a buxom beauty like her. The morning birds were chirping outside the window of her room and rays of sunshine had started to fill her luxurious bedroom with light making it more beautiful. Dimple was feeling good after a warm morning shower and the peaceful sunny day elevated her mood even more.
Suddenly Dimple starts hearing an irritating voice from behind. It was her husband Rohan rushing through his clothes. He started complaining about not able to find his favorite tie that he begged Dimple last night to keep it ready for his important meeting. His husband’s constant whining quickly changed her serene expressions and she threw away wet towel from her hair and started yelling at Rohan, “ main thumara baap ki naukar nahi hu. Apna samman khud ready kiya karo ek raat pehla.
This sudden ferocious burst of anger from Dimple scared Rohan instantly and his face became red with fear and his heart started thumping inside his chest. Rohan tries to calm Dimple down, “ arra baby gussa kyu ho rahi ho main toh bass puch raha tha ki meri tie kaha rakhi hai”. Dimple charges towards Rohan with more anger, “ maine tumhari tie aur kapro ka theka nahi le ka rakha hai. Subah Subah mera dimag mat khrab karo”. Rohan started sweeting with fear,” arra baby please shantt ho jayo. Vo toh mmm….ma just meeting ka leya late ho raha hu and meri meeting kafi important hai.” Dimple’s anger was getting worse with every word of Rohan, “ nahi, pehla mujhe ya batao mera uppar kya ehsaan kar raha ho meeting main ja kar. Jaise bhi tie mil rahi hai pehan ka daffa ho jayo meri shakal ka samna sa varna mera sa burra koyi nahi hoga”.
Rohan realized that things have starting getting worse and drops his head down in fear and take his office briefcase, quickly finds another tie that didn’t go with his suit and charges out of his bedroom to outside his house where a 55-year-old fat and ugly man was cleaning and wiping a glossy Mercedes S class. He sees Rohan coming towards him with a face almost in tears. “ Namaste sahab apke gaadi ko acchi tara saaf kar deya maine” he says in a Bihari accent. He quickly opens the door requesting Rohan to get inside the car. His words felt comforting to Rohan after the scolding he got from Dimple. Rohan starts finding his tongue to speak “ arree Nirmal kaka thankyou. Chalo koyi toh meri respect karta hai es ghar main” speaking in soft voice so that Dimple doesn’t possibly hear him talking from her room. Nirmal was the driver of the house. He was old but his body was rock hard with years of hard work. He was a bulky person with a lot of fat on his body. His forearms were strong and his stomach was hanging down from his fake leather belt. His skin tone was dark and rough. He had ugly facial features with a broad nose and an unkempt greyish beard. Despite his visual physical flaws, he proved to be a good servant over the years while driving for Rohan and before him, for his father also. Due to his loyalty and hard-working attitude, Rohan kept him as his driver despite his growing age and belly. Nirmal shuts the door behind Rohan and quickly gets in the driver's seat. “ Sahab kaha chalna hai?”. Rohan replies in an irritated voice, “Gupta ji ak office chalo jaldi. Miain already late ho gaya hoon”. Nirmal tries to calm him, “koyi baat ni sahab aap chinta mat karo main gaadi kheech ka rakhta roon. Hum bas thori der main pahucnh jayenga”. The luxurious Mercedes quickly gets on the road and away from the beautiful bungalow which reads “Aggarwal Residence” on top of the fancy house gate.
Dimple was sitting in front of her dressing table and drying her hair with a towel and while she was looking in the mirror, she was getting proud of her beauty. Her tight white Kurti was struggling to hide her round and juicy boobs. Her breasts were full and bigger making her deep cleavage visible. Droplets of water from her hair after shower were falling slowly on her Kurti making her black bra slightly visible. In her mind, she was pondering how lucky her wimpy husband was for getting a buxom beauty like her. The morning birds were chirping outside the window of her room and rays of sunshine had started to fill her luxurious bedroom with light making it more beautiful. Dimple was feeling good after a warm morning shower and the peaceful sunny day elevated her mood even more.
Suddenly Dimple starts hearing an irritating voice from behind. It was her husband Rohan rushing through his clothes. He started complaining about not able to find his favorite tie that he begged Dimple last night to keep it ready for his important meeting. His husband’s constant whining quickly changed her serene expressions and she threw away wet towel from her hair and started yelling at Rohan, “ main thumara baap ki naukar nahi hu. Apna samman khud ready kiya karo ek raat pehla.
This sudden ferocious burst of anger from Dimple scared Rohan instantly and his face became red with fear and his heart started thumping inside his chest. Rohan tries to calm Dimple down, “ arra baby gussa kyu ho rahi ho main toh bass puch raha tha ki meri tie kaha rakhi hai”. Dimple charges towards Rohan with more anger, “ maine tumhari tie aur kapro ka theka nahi le ka rakha hai. Subah Subah mera dimag mat khrab karo”. Rohan started sweeting with fear,” arra baby please shantt ho jayo. Vo toh mmm….ma just meeting ka leya late ho raha hu and meri meeting kafi important hai.” Dimple’s anger was getting worse with every word of Rohan, “ nahi, pehla mujhe ya batao mera uppar kya ehsaan kar raha ho meeting main ja kar. Jaise bhi tie mil rahi hai pehan ka daffa ho jayo meri shakal ka samna sa varna mera sa burra koyi nahi hoga”.
Rohan realized that things have starting getting worse and drops his head down in fear and take his office briefcase, quickly finds another tie that didn’t go with his suit and charges out of his bedroom to outside his house where a 55-year-old fat and ugly man was cleaning and wiping a glossy Mercedes S class. He sees Rohan coming towards him with a face almost in tears. “ Namaste sahab apke gaadi ko acchi tara saaf kar deya maine” he says in a Bihari accent. He quickly opens the door requesting Rohan to get inside the car. His words felt comforting to Rohan after the scolding he got from Dimple. Rohan starts finding his tongue to speak “ arree Nirmal kaka thankyou. Chalo koyi toh meri respect karta hai es ghar main” speaking in soft voice so that Dimple doesn’t possibly hear him talking from her room. Nirmal was the driver of the house. He was old but his body was rock hard with years of hard work. He was a bulky person with a lot of fat on his body. His forearms were strong and his stomach was hanging down from his fake leather belt. His skin tone was dark and rough. He had ugly facial features with a broad nose and an unkempt greyish beard. Despite his visual physical flaws, he proved to be a good servant over the years while driving for Rohan and before him, for his father also. Due to his loyalty and hard-working attitude, Rohan kept him as his driver despite his growing age and belly. Nirmal shuts the door behind Rohan and quickly gets in the driver's seat. “ Sahab kaha chalna hai?”. Rohan replies in an irritated voice, “Gupta ji ak office chalo jaldi. Miain already late ho gaya hoon”. Nirmal tries to calm him, “koyi baat ni sahab aap chinta mat karo main gaadi kheech ka rakhta roon. Hum bas thori der main pahucnh jayenga”. The luxurious Mercedes quickly gets on the road and away from the beautiful bungalow which reads “Aggarwal Residence” on top of the fancy house gate.
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