11-12-2025, 06:06 PM
Shaadi ki raasmein khatam hone ke baad, reception Taj Lands End ke open lawn mein rakha gaya tha. Evening ka waqt tha—December ki thandi hawa, golden fairy lights se sajaya lawn, aur door samundar ki lehron ki awaaz. Poora ambience romantic aur glamorous tha, lekin sabki nazar sirf Malvika par thi.
Malvika ne reception ke liye ek stunning red off-shoulder gown pehna tha—fabric silky aur body-hugging, neckline itni low ki uska deep, creamy cleavage bilkul boldly dikh raha tha. Har baar jab wo hans ti ya haath utha kar pose deti, gown thoda aur slip hota aur uske full breasts ka curve aur prominent ho jata. Uske long wavy hair open the, red lips, aur high heels mein wo 5'9" ki height par aur bhi dominating lag rahi thi. Anil ke bagal mein khadi wo jaise koi Bollywood heroine lag rahi thi, aur Anil… well, apne black tuxedo mein theek-thaak, lekin uske 5'6" ke kad ki wajah se wo uske bagal mein thoda chhota lag raha tha.
Stage par couple baitha tha, white floral sofa par. Ek ke baad ek guests aa rahe the—photo lene, badhai dene, aur jaate-jaate kuchh na kuchh comment.
Pehle young cousins aur friends aaye. Ladkiyan Malvika se hug karti, “Bhabhi, killer lag rahi ho!” aur ladke thoda nervous smile dete hue sirf “Congratulations” bol kar nikal lete.
Phir bari aayi uncles ki.
Ek mota sa uncle, Anil ke papa ke dost, stage par aaya. Pehle Malvika ke saath photo liya—usne apna haath Malvika ki bare back par rakh diya, thoda zyada der tak. Phir Anil ki taraf mud kar, badi si muskan ke saath bola, “Arre beta Anil, badhai ho! Bahut badi zimmedari utha li hai tu toh.”
Anil ne confused smile diya, “Thank you uncle.”
Uncle ne aankh maari, awaaz thodi oonchi kar ke, “Sambhal payega na beta itna bada… matlab itni badi responsibility? Bahut energy chahiye hoti hai aajkal.”
Uske saath wale doosre uncle hans diye. Malvika ne politely smile kiya, lekin uski aankhon mein thodi si discomfort thi.
Agla uncle aaya, drink haath mein liye. Photo ke baad Anil ke kaan mein fudak kar bola, “Wah beta, jackpot laga diya. Ab toh gym join kar le, warna ye Maldives honeymoon mein thak jayega tu!”
Aur hansne laga jaise bohot bada mazak maara ho.
Teesra uncle toh seedha Malvika ko dekhte hue bola, “Bhabhi ji, Anil ko sambhal ke rakhna, wo toh seedha saada ladka hai. Maldives ja rahe ho na? Wah, romantic jagah hai… bahut enjoy karna.”
Phir Anil ki taraf mud kar, dheemi awaaz mein lekin itni ki paas wale sun lein, “Beta, wahan AC on rakhna, garmi mat lagne dena… warna jaldi thak jaayega tu.”
Har comment ke saath Anil ka chehra thoda aur laal ho raha tha. Wo haath jod kar “Thank you uncle” bolta, smile karta, lekin andar se uska dil doob raha tha. Wo jaanta tha sab kya imply kar rahe hain—ki wo Malvika jaise hot aur sexy biwi ko satisfy nahi kar payega, ki uska stamina nahi hai, ki wo physically match nahi karta.
Malvika stage par baithi sab sun rahi thi. Wo apne gown ka neckline thoda adjust karti, lekin uska confidence kam nahi ho raha tha. Balki thoda irritation dikh raha tha uske chehre par. Wo Anil ki taraf dekhti aur uska haath dabati, jaise keh rahi ho “Ignore karo”, lekin Anil ki nazar neeche jhuki hui thi.
Ek baar jab ek uncle ne kaha, “Arre Anil, tu toh ab raat ko chain se soyega nahi… itni sundar biwi jo hai,” toh Malvika ne finally muskurate hue jawab diya, “Uncle, Anil bahut caring hai. Sab theek rahega.”
Lekin uski awaaz mein bhi ek thodi si defensive si tone thi.
Reception khatam hone tak Anil poora silent ho chuka tha. Lawn ki lights mein Malvika ab bhi chamak rahi thi—uski red gown, uska cleavage, uski height—sab kuchh logon ke dimaag mein baith chuka tha. Aur Anil ke dimaag mein sirf ek hi baat ghoom rahi thi: ab Maldives jaana hai. Wahan prove karna hai ki wo in sab comments ke laayak nahi hai.
Lekin andar se uska confidence bilkul khatam hone ki kagaar par tha.
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Malvika ne reception ke liye ek stunning red off-shoulder gown pehna tha—fabric silky aur body-hugging, neckline itni low ki uska deep, creamy cleavage bilkul boldly dikh raha tha. Har baar jab wo hans ti ya haath utha kar pose deti, gown thoda aur slip hota aur uske full breasts ka curve aur prominent ho jata. Uske long wavy hair open the, red lips, aur high heels mein wo 5'9" ki height par aur bhi dominating lag rahi thi. Anil ke bagal mein khadi wo jaise koi Bollywood heroine lag rahi thi, aur Anil… well, apne black tuxedo mein theek-thaak, lekin uske 5'6" ke kad ki wajah se wo uske bagal mein thoda chhota lag raha tha.
Stage par couple baitha tha, white floral sofa par. Ek ke baad ek guests aa rahe the—photo lene, badhai dene, aur jaate-jaate kuchh na kuchh comment.
Pehle young cousins aur friends aaye. Ladkiyan Malvika se hug karti, “Bhabhi, killer lag rahi ho!” aur ladke thoda nervous smile dete hue sirf “Congratulations” bol kar nikal lete.
Phir bari aayi uncles ki.
Ek mota sa uncle, Anil ke papa ke dost, stage par aaya. Pehle Malvika ke saath photo liya—usne apna haath Malvika ki bare back par rakh diya, thoda zyada der tak. Phir Anil ki taraf mud kar, badi si muskan ke saath bola, “Arre beta Anil, badhai ho! Bahut badi zimmedari utha li hai tu toh.”
Anil ne confused smile diya, “Thank you uncle.”
Uncle ne aankh maari, awaaz thodi oonchi kar ke, “Sambhal payega na beta itna bada… matlab itni badi responsibility? Bahut energy chahiye hoti hai aajkal.”
Uske saath wale doosre uncle hans diye. Malvika ne politely smile kiya, lekin uski aankhon mein thodi si discomfort thi.
Agla uncle aaya, drink haath mein liye. Photo ke baad Anil ke kaan mein fudak kar bola, “Wah beta, jackpot laga diya. Ab toh gym join kar le, warna ye Maldives honeymoon mein thak jayega tu!”
Aur hansne laga jaise bohot bada mazak maara ho.
Teesra uncle toh seedha Malvika ko dekhte hue bola, “Bhabhi ji, Anil ko sambhal ke rakhna, wo toh seedha saada ladka hai. Maldives ja rahe ho na? Wah, romantic jagah hai… bahut enjoy karna.”
Phir Anil ki taraf mud kar, dheemi awaaz mein lekin itni ki paas wale sun lein, “Beta, wahan AC on rakhna, garmi mat lagne dena… warna jaldi thak jaayega tu.”
Har comment ke saath Anil ka chehra thoda aur laal ho raha tha. Wo haath jod kar “Thank you uncle” bolta, smile karta, lekin andar se uska dil doob raha tha. Wo jaanta tha sab kya imply kar rahe hain—ki wo Malvika jaise hot aur sexy biwi ko satisfy nahi kar payega, ki uska stamina nahi hai, ki wo physically match nahi karta.
Malvika stage par baithi sab sun rahi thi. Wo apne gown ka neckline thoda adjust karti, lekin uska confidence kam nahi ho raha tha. Balki thoda irritation dikh raha tha uske chehre par. Wo Anil ki taraf dekhti aur uska haath dabati, jaise keh rahi ho “Ignore karo”, lekin Anil ki nazar neeche jhuki hui thi.
Ek baar jab ek uncle ne kaha, “Arre Anil, tu toh ab raat ko chain se soyega nahi… itni sundar biwi jo hai,” toh Malvika ne finally muskurate hue jawab diya, “Uncle, Anil bahut caring hai. Sab theek rahega.”
Lekin uski awaaz mein bhi ek thodi si defensive si tone thi.
Reception khatam hone tak Anil poora silent ho chuka tha. Lawn ki lights mein Malvika ab bhi chamak rahi thi—uski red gown, uska cleavage, uski height—sab kuchh logon ke dimaag mein baith chuka tha. Aur Anil ke dimaag mein sirf ek hi baat ghoom rahi thi: ab Maldives jaana hai. Wahan prove karna hai ki wo in sab comments ke laayak nahi hai.
Lekin andar se uska confidence bilkul khatam hone ki kagaar par tha.
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