31-03-2025, 11:23 AM
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" Dhruv ,we need to go to the community hall in the evening" Sneha said when Dhruv got back from college ; she did not want to go for that all alone
" Momma ..please I am tired "
" Dhruv , off late you hardly listen to anything I tell you .. why is that ? "
" Momma , what will I do for the committee election? You please go alone "
" Dhruv , you are coming ! No more arguments.. these days all you do is argue with me .. go and complete your homework.. we will start after an hour "
" Momma, this is not done yaa ..anyway " Dhruv sulked and picked up his notebook
Sneha decided to wear something very decent for the evening, she was anyway feeling uncomfortable with the turn of events , there was no reason to turn heads further.
Even in the decent salwar kameez , she looked pretty hot. Her kameez was loose , still it gave away the impression of her big proud boobs quite clearly. When you have such shapely milk jugs , it's not easy to hide them completely. While the salwar suit was not body hugging , yet men all around could easily spot that subtle jiggle of her ass when she was walking . Those pair of ass cheeks were tight and fleshy and the testosterone heavy men naturally wanted to have their hands on them.
The whole election set up was done in the lawn of the old dilapidated community building , there were multiple stalls around selling stuff giving a vibe of fair , someone on the loudspeaker was continuously shouting " how the elections form the backbone of the township " ..
' so much hypocrisy in the name of elections ' thought Sneha..
At one corner of the booth , Sneha saw a smiling Vasu and Moinuddin standing.
Vasu came forward to greet Sneha and Dhruv ..
" Namaste Madam .. thanks for coming "
" Hello Beta ..how are you" vasu asked lovingly patting the shoulders of Dhruv ..
" Namaste Vasu saab " Sneha replied as she exchanged glances with Moinuddin..
A bit of embarrassment engulfed her when she realised that burly man had seen her in that sexy exposing nighty that other day when they had suddenly entered her house at night ..
Moinuddin came forward and said " Sorry for that night "
Sneha still embarassed ofcourse did not want to divulge the details of that night to Dhruv who was just standing next to them.
Somehow , she avoided speaking to Moinuddin and instead asked Vasu " Vasu saab .. when will the election start ?"
" Madam , it will start just in a while ..where is Rakesh saab ?"
" Ohh he is currently in an official tour .. and he asked me to come and vote ! "
Vasu nodded and looked at Sneha " you must be wondering madam what's the big deal with these committee elections and why did we ask each and every family to come and vote "
Sneha replied irritatingly " frankly I don't know , I think it's little overboard "
Moinuddin who was largely silent till now , lit a cigarette and explained " look madam , it's a big deal .. the township is not run by the government, but by the oil refinery and its residents .. now the government wants the committee to be answerable since there are lots of burglary and crime ..and so we wanted to make sure residents take this seriously "
" Ok.. " replied Sneha , she did not appear any interested in what Moinuddin was explaining, she just tried searching for Babu bhaiyaa and Khaleel especially since Khaleel had asked her to check some number ..
Vasu observing Sneha asked " are you searching for someone madam "
" No.." Sneha hesitated a bit ..
" Okay no problem.. let me show you the contestants Madam .. so there are three people standing .. me , Moinuddin and Babu Bhaiyaa"
Sneha was little taken aback ; she thought Vasu and Moinuddin to be friends and not election rivals ..
Sneha : " Oh.. okay ..so I never knew you are also standing in the election Vasu saab "
Vasu :" I am the existing secretary of the committee madam and here Moinuddin is a friend of mine, infact Babu bhaiyaa is also our friend... So we are very United in this township ..we have always worked together .. this Moinuddin is not a resident of the township, but he has his warehouse in the township and he has helped the township immensely.. just that now the government wants to do it like a political election. What to do ? "
Vasu grinned looking at Moinuddin..
Sneha could not help but smile " you are confusing me Vasu saab , whom should I vote for then ?"
Vasu laughed like an idiot and replied " We all want Moinuddin to win the secretary post ..he has some connections with the district office and he winning will have positive effects on the township.. but the government wants to divide us and rule .. "
Just then a young guy around 18 years of age came forward and handed an envelope to Moinuddin " here abbu , here are the documents you wanted "
The young guy turned around and saw Dhruv and his eyes glistened " Aree Dhruv .. what you doing here yaar ?"
Dhruv did not look too happy seeing that guy ..he nervously looked down and said " hello Suleman bhaiya !"
Suleman was Moinuddin 's eldest son. He had failed multiple years , God knows how many classes and still goes to the same college as Dhruv does. He appeared much bigger and stronger than Dhruv and it was ironic both were in the same class though they must be atleast 5 years apart in age if not more. Dhruv appeared a small little kid infront of the mascular Suleman who appeared to hit the gym everyday like his burly father.
" Hello Aunty , namaste.. " Suleman greeted Sneha..
" Hi.. Suleman... How are you "
" I am good aunty ... Me and Dhruv are in same class aunty "
" Oh is it.. " sneha smiled and asked " then you can tell me all the secrets of Dhruv !! Like all the mischiefs he does in college everyday "
" No aunty he is a very good boy and good in studies .. he is not a goonda like us " Suleman smirked like an arrogant prick !
Moinuddin interjected in " idiot you have failed five times and you are still proudly calling yourself a goonda infront of aunty !! Scoundrel ..look at Dhruv beta .. he looks so decent and we'll behaved and look at you scoundrel "
There was something in Moinuddin 's voice and personality which immediately shut up Suleman .. he looked down in Shame..
Sneha held Suleman's shoulder sympathetically " hey mister .. Suleman's dad you should not scold your children so much "
" Madam.. he is not a child anymore..he failed five times and still does not open his books even once in a week .. idiot ..learn something from Dhruv beta .. "
Moinuddin spoke looking angrily at his son .. " or else I will throw you to work in a construction site .. "
Moinuddin looked at Dhruv and asked " Dhruv beta ?"
" Ji uncle " dhruv appeared a bit confident..
" Will you do me a favour beta ? .. I will give you my phone number.. any day any time , if this scoundrel Suleman disturbs you , beats you or disturb the class or the teacher , just call me in the night and tell me.. I will send this idiot to the construction site the next day ..done beta ?"
Dhruv did not know what to answer , he just said " uncle .. Suleman bhaiyaa is also good guy .. " he said fearfully..
Moinuddin laughed ruthlessly" Suleman..look a guy in your class calls you bhaiyya because you have failed so many times and still you are shameless "
Sneha intervened " it's okay Moinuddin saab ..he will get better with time.. Dhruv you can go and have a chat with Suleman .. "
Dhruv fearfully" no momma it's okay we will chat later in college .. can we go home now ?"
Sneha got little surprised" Dhruv , I have come here to vote for uncle .. you will get bored ..go and chat up with your friends "
Moinuddin also said " yes beta .. there are few friends of Suleman up there . You go and tell them to study hard .. ok beta ?"
Dhruv absent mindedly followed Suleman as Sneha was chatting up with Moinuddin.. though Sneha was still embarassed having exposed to Moinuddin in that sexy nighty , she overall liked his personality and though he looked and sounded like a goonda, Sneha respected the fact that the man inspite of working in a warehouse was deeply concerned about his son's education.. Sneha thought ' this man is himself uneducated, but he seems pretty worried about his son's future '
Moinuddin asked Sneha " Bhabhi.. my office is just on the 2nd floor .. there is some time till the polling will start ..will you come around for coffee ?"
Sneha felt random men were continuously oogling at her tits , so it's better to sit inside the four walls of a room ..
Moinuddin and Sneha started chatting over coffee , about everything under the sun . They talked about careers , how Moinuddin started the warehouse lending money from cruel money lenders , how the money lenders took away his home when he could not repay initially due to business loss , how Azamgarh was always an underdeveloped town due to absolute government apathy . Sneha spoke about her job and marriage, how she met Rakesh in college, how it was so difficult to work with foreign clients from Azamgarh.. Sneha did feel that at times Moinuddin's eyes hovered on her body especially her tits , but thankfully his gaze was not that shamelessly perverted ..Sneha felt the man was a decently religious and pious man , married with three kids yet was quite attracted to her beauty which is not very unusual for Sneha !
" What about bhabhi Jaan " Sneha asked
" Madam.. my wife Ruksana .. is also uneducated like me.. but she has always supported me.. she struggled so much... She has raised my three kids single handedly.. I was either busy with warehouse or something.. you must come home and visit Ruksana .. you guys can be good friends.. but she is not even 1% educated like you madam.. if you are okay "
Sneha was humble " no no Moinuddin saab .. I will love to meet her .. I don't have too many friends anyway here .. "
" Ok ..madam we live on the other side of highway .. I will ask Ruksana to cook Biriyani next Saturday.. she cooks the best Biriyani in Azamgarh... Trust me .. everyone is crazy for her biriyani "
Sneha finished coffee and replied " No ..first time at my house .. I also cook well by the way .. Please you and Ruksana bhabhi come over to my place.. Dinner invitation ! I know you are a busy man , but don't say no..also bring Suleman. Bechara Dhruv will have some company!"
It was finally the time to cast votes and they went back to the polling booths..
Meanwhile, Dhruv's worst fear came true. It was Mohan who was also in there. Mohan and Suleman were the two boys , Dhruv was scared the most. They would everyday beat Dhruv up and invariably would eat up his entire tiffin , every single day.. Dhruv was so scared and threatened with the ragging , that he could not open his mouth to the teachers or to his mom at home . They threatened to chop off his hands if he revealed to someone.
Suleman hit Dhruv hard on his knuckles and said " asshole you were acting such a hero in front of my bastard dad "
Mohan slapped him and said " Suleman every one wants to be a hero in front of parents and this fellow is not any different"
" Anyway my hero boy , if you tell anything or call up my dad , we both will kill you that very day .." Suleman told in rage ..
Mohan nodded and said " he won't do anything Suleman ..he is a coward ..but one thing..did you notice Dhruv's mom ?"
Suleman's eyes glistened in excitement..
Mohan continued " man I have never seen such a hot mom ..bhagwan ..aaaaaah "
Suleman sighed " yes dost.. I thought exactly so . She is just so young !! Dhruv is she really your mom ? Or your dad married 2nd time ?"
Both Mohan and Suleman roared in laughter as Dhruv looked down almost in tears from all the pain inflicted upon him by their relentless blows and punches.. and now they were talking dirty about his mom...
Mohan :" yea dost , she must be her step mom .. or no way she can look so young and ripe . Have you looked at our moms .. and then she is in a different league totally "
Suleman:" Comeon ..no comparison to our mom.. shh.. have you seen such glorious pair of boobs in Azamgarh ..man her blouse was hardly able to hold her tits in place "
Dhruv wanted to thrash them hard , but in reality could not even manage the courage to look up even for a moment ...
Mohan :" yes her tits are just glorious , and I bet my life dost she must be wearing a very sexy Bra under that blouse of her ..these city women who work in big corporate companies in the cities ....they deliberately wear really tiny Bra so that those tits looks even more suckable!! "
Suleman looked at Mohan " hahahaha..why dost ? Why do they wear such things ? "
Mohan came ahead and slapped Dhruv and said " Thats our Dhruv dost will answer.. Dhruv motherchod ...why does your mom wear such sexy innerwear ? To show the entire Azamgarh that she has the best boobs right ?"
Suleman" mohan chutiya...don't hit him so much... He will get injured and not come to college and we will miss eating his tiffin "
They roared in laughter at the poor Dhruv's humiliation.. how can he fight back against those bull like classmates of him - who would be twice as broad and tall than him.. even if he uses all his power , he can't even pack a punch at them ..he was fighting a losing battle ...there is just no way he can fight back .. they are just too stronger and cunning ..
Suleman:" dhruv ... This coward dhruv is just sooooo fucking lucky . He gets to see his Randi Mom every day ... Wooow.. just imagine having such a young sexy woman as your mom ..."
Mohan : " All these city women are very bold dost ..my cousin stays in Gurgaon ..he tells how married women wear nothing even in front of stranger men in public .. . Only our Azamgarh is so fucking backward .. "
Suleman:" Dhruv's dad must be a complete idiot , he allows her to wear such bra in public and come out in a town like Azamgarh..I bet she will soon get herself fucked and Dhruv will have an illegal bastard Sister or brother"
Mohan :" your dad seems to be that guy .. Dhruv's mom also casually went for Coffee with Moinuddin uncle ..lol "
Suleman : " My dad is a big time bastard ... You don't know Mohan what sort of evil asshole he is "
Suleman looked at Dhruv and smirked " Warn your sexy momma about my dad buddy ..he is a dangerous fellow, unless your momma also want a thick black katta dick in her cunt and gift you a brother !!"
Mohan and Suleman was laughing so hard , few labourers working in the terrace started looking at them and asked " Guys don't shout and yell here "
" Sorry bhaiya " Suleman apologized ...
And whispered to Mohan " let's go from here ..these bastard labourers heard everything we were discussing about Sneha aunty "
" Momma ..please I am tired "
" Dhruv , off late you hardly listen to anything I tell you .. why is that ? "
" Momma , what will I do for the committee election? You please go alone "
" Dhruv , you are coming ! No more arguments.. these days all you do is argue with me .. go and complete your homework.. we will start after an hour "
" Momma, this is not done yaa ..anyway " Dhruv sulked and picked up his notebook
Sneha decided to wear something very decent for the evening, she was anyway feeling uncomfortable with the turn of events , there was no reason to turn heads further.
Even in the decent salwar kameez , she looked pretty hot. Her kameez was loose , still it gave away the impression of her big proud boobs quite clearly. When you have such shapely milk jugs , it's not easy to hide them completely. While the salwar suit was not body hugging , yet men all around could easily spot that subtle jiggle of her ass when she was walking . Those pair of ass cheeks were tight and fleshy and the testosterone heavy men naturally wanted to have their hands on them.
The whole election set up was done in the lawn of the old dilapidated community building , there were multiple stalls around selling stuff giving a vibe of fair , someone on the loudspeaker was continuously shouting " how the elections form the backbone of the township " ..
' so much hypocrisy in the name of elections ' thought Sneha..
At one corner of the booth , Sneha saw a smiling Vasu and Moinuddin standing.
Vasu came forward to greet Sneha and Dhruv ..
" Namaste Madam .. thanks for coming "
" Hello Beta ..how are you" vasu asked lovingly patting the shoulders of Dhruv ..
" Namaste Vasu saab " Sneha replied as she exchanged glances with Moinuddin..
A bit of embarrassment engulfed her when she realised that burly man had seen her in that sexy exposing nighty that other day when they had suddenly entered her house at night ..
Moinuddin came forward and said " Sorry for that night "
Sneha still embarassed ofcourse did not want to divulge the details of that night to Dhruv who was just standing next to them.
Somehow , she avoided speaking to Moinuddin and instead asked Vasu " Vasu saab .. when will the election start ?"
" Madam , it will start just in a while ..where is Rakesh saab ?"
" Ohh he is currently in an official tour .. and he asked me to come and vote ! "
Vasu nodded and looked at Sneha " you must be wondering madam what's the big deal with these committee elections and why did we ask each and every family to come and vote "
Sneha replied irritatingly " frankly I don't know , I think it's little overboard "
Moinuddin who was largely silent till now , lit a cigarette and explained " look madam , it's a big deal .. the township is not run by the government, but by the oil refinery and its residents .. now the government wants the committee to be answerable since there are lots of burglary and crime ..and so we wanted to make sure residents take this seriously "
" Ok.. " replied Sneha , she did not appear any interested in what Moinuddin was explaining, she just tried searching for Babu bhaiyaa and Khaleel especially since Khaleel had asked her to check some number ..
Vasu observing Sneha asked " are you searching for someone madam "
" No.." Sneha hesitated a bit ..
" Okay no problem.. let me show you the contestants Madam .. so there are three people standing .. me , Moinuddin and Babu Bhaiyaa"
Sneha was little taken aback ; she thought Vasu and Moinuddin to be friends and not election rivals ..
Sneha : " Oh.. okay ..so I never knew you are also standing in the election Vasu saab "
Vasu :" I am the existing secretary of the committee madam and here Moinuddin is a friend of mine, infact Babu bhaiyaa is also our friend... So we are very United in this township ..we have always worked together .. this Moinuddin is not a resident of the township, but he has his warehouse in the township and he has helped the township immensely.. just that now the government wants to do it like a political election. What to do ? "
Vasu grinned looking at Moinuddin..
Sneha could not help but smile " you are confusing me Vasu saab , whom should I vote for then ?"
Vasu laughed like an idiot and replied " We all want Moinuddin to win the secretary post ..he has some connections with the district office and he winning will have positive effects on the township.. but the government wants to divide us and rule .. "
Just then a young guy around 18 years of age came forward and handed an envelope to Moinuddin " here abbu , here are the documents you wanted "
The young guy turned around and saw Dhruv and his eyes glistened " Aree Dhruv .. what you doing here yaar ?"
Dhruv did not look too happy seeing that guy ..he nervously looked down and said " hello Suleman bhaiya !"
Suleman was Moinuddin 's eldest son. He had failed multiple years , God knows how many classes and still goes to the same college as Dhruv does. He appeared much bigger and stronger than Dhruv and it was ironic both were in the same class though they must be atleast 5 years apart in age if not more. Dhruv appeared a small little kid infront of the mascular Suleman who appeared to hit the gym everyday like his burly father.
" Hello Aunty , namaste.. " Suleman greeted Sneha..
" Hi.. Suleman... How are you "
" I am good aunty ... Me and Dhruv are in same class aunty "
" Oh is it.. " sneha smiled and asked " then you can tell me all the secrets of Dhruv !! Like all the mischiefs he does in college everyday "
" No aunty he is a very good boy and good in studies .. he is not a goonda like us " Suleman smirked like an arrogant prick !
Moinuddin interjected in " idiot you have failed five times and you are still proudly calling yourself a goonda infront of aunty !! Scoundrel ..look at Dhruv beta .. he looks so decent and we'll behaved and look at you scoundrel "
There was something in Moinuddin 's voice and personality which immediately shut up Suleman .. he looked down in Shame..
Sneha held Suleman's shoulder sympathetically " hey mister .. Suleman's dad you should not scold your children so much "
" Madam.. he is not a child anymore..he failed five times and still does not open his books even once in a week .. idiot ..learn something from Dhruv beta .. "
Moinuddin spoke looking angrily at his son .. " or else I will throw you to work in a construction site .. "
Moinuddin looked at Dhruv and asked " Dhruv beta ?"
" Ji uncle " dhruv appeared a bit confident..
" Will you do me a favour beta ? .. I will give you my phone number.. any day any time , if this scoundrel Suleman disturbs you , beats you or disturb the class or the teacher , just call me in the night and tell me.. I will send this idiot to the construction site the next day ..done beta ?"
Dhruv did not know what to answer , he just said " uncle .. Suleman bhaiyaa is also good guy .. " he said fearfully..
Moinuddin laughed ruthlessly" Suleman..look a guy in your class calls you bhaiyya because you have failed so many times and still you are shameless "
Sneha intervened " it's okay Moinuddin saab ..he will get better with time.. Dhruv you can go and have a chat with Suleman .. "
Dhruv fearfully" no momma it's okay we will chat later in college .. can we go home now ?"
Sneha got little surprised" Dhruv , I have come here to vote for uncle .. you will get bored ..go and chat up with your friends "
Moinuddin also said " yes beta .. there are few friends of Suleman up there . You go and tell them to study hard .. ok beta ?"
Dhruv absent mindedly followed Suleman as Sneha was chatting up with Moinuddin.. though Sneha was still embarassed having exposed to Moinuddin in that sexy nighty , she overall liked his personality and though he looked and sounded like a goonda, Sneha respected the fact that the man inspite of working in a warehouse was deeply concerned about his son's education.. Sneha thought ' this man is himself uneducated, but he seems pretty worried about his son's future '
Moinuddin asked Sneha " Bhabhi.. my office is just on the 2nd floor .. there is some time till the polling will start ..will you come around for coffee ?"
Sneha felt random men were continuously oogling at her tits , so it's better to sit inside the four walls of a room ..
Moinuddin and Sneha started chatting over coffee , about everything under the sun . They talked about careers , how Moinuddin started the warehouse lending money from cruel money lenders , how the money lenders took away his home when he could not repay initially due to business loss , how Azamgarh was always an underdeveloped town due to absolute government apathy . Sneha spoke about her job and marriage, how she met Rakesh in college, how it was so difficult to work with foreign clients from Azamgarh.. Sneha did feel that at times Moinuddin's eyes hovered on her body especially her tits , but thankfully his gaze was not that shamelessly perverted ..Sneha felt the man was a decently religious and pious man , married with three kids yet was quite attracted to her beauty which is not very unusual for Sneha !
" What about bhabhi Jaan " Sneha asked
" Madam.. my wife Ruksana .. is also uneducated like me.. but she has always supported me.. she struggled so much... She has raised my three kids single handedly.. I was either busy with warehouse or something.. you must come home and visit Ruksana .. you guys can be good friends.. but she is not even 1% educated like you madam.. if you are okay "
Sneha was humble " no no Moinuddin saab .. I will love to meet her .. I don't have too many friends anyway here .. "
" Ok ..madam we live on the other side of highway .. I will ask Ruksana to cook Biriyani next Saturday.. she cooks the best Biriyani in Azamgarh... Trust me .. everyone is crazy for her biriyani "
Sneha finished coffee and replied " No ..first time at my house .. I also cook well by the way .. Please you and Ruksana bhabhi come over to my place.. Dinner invitation ! I know you are a busy man , but don't say no..also bring Suleman. Bechara Dhruv will have some company!"
It was finally the time to cast votes and they went back to the polling booths..
Meanwhile, Dhruv's worst fear came true. It was Mohan who was also in there. Mohan and Suleman were the two boys , Dhruv was scared the most. They would everyday beat Dhruv up and invariably would eat up his entire tiffin , every single day.. Dhruv was so scared and threatened with the ragging , that he could not open his mouth to the teachers or to his mom at home . They threatened to chop off his hands if he revealed to someone.
Suleman hit Dhruv hard on his knuckles and said " asshole you were acting such a hero in front of my bastard dad "
Mohan slapped him and said " Suleman every one wants to be a hero in front of parents and this fellow is not any different"
" Anyway my hero boy , if you tell anything or call up my dad , we both will kill you that very day .." Suleman told in rage ..
Mohan nodded and said " he won't do anything Suleman ..he is a coward ..but one thing..did you notice Dhruv's mom ?"
Suleman's eyes glistened in excitement..
Mohan continued " man I have never seen such a hot mom ..bhagwan ..aaaaaah "
Suleman sighed " yes dost.. I thought exactly so . She is just so young !! Dhruv is she really your mom ? Or your dad married 2nd time ?"
Both Mohan and Suleman roared in laughter as Dhruv looked down almost in tears from all the pain inflicted upon him by their relentless blows and punches.. and now they were talking dirty about his mom...
Mohan :" yea dost , she must be her step mom .. or no way she can look so young and ripe . Have you looked at our moms .. and then she is in a different league totally "
Suleman:" Comeon ..no comparison to our mom.. shh.. have you seen such glorious pair of boobs in Azamgarh ..man her blouse was hardly able to hold her tits in place "
Dhruv wanted to thrash them hard , but in reality could not even manage the courage to look up even for a moment ...
Mohan :" yes her tits are just glorious , and I bet my life dost she must be wearing a very sexy Bra under that blouse of her ..these city women who work in big corporate companies in the cities ....they deliberately wear really tiny Bra so that those tits looks even more suckable!! "
Suleman looked at Mohan " hahahaha..why dost ? Why do they wear such things ? "
Mohan came ahead and slapped Dhruv and said " Thats our Dhruv dost will answer.. Dhruv motherchod ...why does your mom wear such sexy innerwear ? To show the entire Azamgarh that she has the best boobs right ?"
Suleman" mohan chutiya...don't hit him so much... He will get injured and not come to college and we will miss eating his tiffin "
They roared in laughter at the poor Dhruv's humiliation.. how can he fight back against those bull like classmates of him - who would be twice as broad and tall than him.. even if he uses all his power , he can't even pack a punch at them ..he was fighting a losing battle ...there is just no way he can fight back .. they are just too stronger and cunning ..
Suleman:" dhruv ... This coward dhruv is just sooooo fucking lucky . He gets to see his Randi Mom every day ... Wooow.. just imagine having such a young sexy woman as your mom ..."
Mohan : " All these city women are very bold dost ..my cousin stays in Gurgaon ..he tells how married women wear nothing even in front of stranger men in public .. . Only our Azamgarh is so fucking backward .. "
Suleman:" Dhruv's dad must be a complete idiot , he allows her to wear such bra in public and come out in a town like Azamgarh..I bet she will soon get herself fucked and Dhruv will have an illegal bastard Sister or brother"
Mohan :" your dad seems to be that guy .. Dhruv's mom also casually went for Coffee with Moinuddin uncle ..lol "
Suleman : " My dad is a big time bastard ... You don't know Mohan what sort of evil asshole he is "
Suleman looked at Dhruv and smirked " Warn your sexy momma about my dad buddy ..he is a dangerous fellow, unless your momma also want a thick black katta dick in her cunt and gift you a brother !!"
Mohan and Suleman was laughing so hard , few labourers working in the terrace started looking at them and asked " Guys don't shout and yell here "
" Sorry bhaiya " Suleman apologized ...
And whispered to Mohan " let's go from here ..these bastard labourers heard everything we were discussing about Sneha aunty "
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