AB HUM BACCHE BHI TOH NAHI RAHE - COMPLETED

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UPDATE 64

Sunday ka din thha, dus din reh gaye thhe Prem aur Seema ki shaadi ko, aur ek zaroori invitation card bach gaya thha joh papa ne jaan boojh ke last ke liye rakkha thha. Who card thha Deepesh mama aur Gayatri maami ka. Ek wajah yeh bhi thhi ke Mama security officer mein thhe, hafta bhar woh ghar pe milte nahin aur Gayatri mami bhi naukri karti thhi. Papa ne unhein Saturday ko phone karke unke ghar jaane ki baat ki thhi. Gyaarah baje maa aur papa pahunche unke ghar, Deepesh mama apni tracks aur T-shirt mein security officer waale hi lag rahe thhe aur mami ne kamaal kar diya thha, jeans aur ek sleeveless top mein thhi. Gale wagairaah mil liye, aur chaaron baitthe hall mein baatein karte.

Papa: Apu aur Janak nahin dikh rahein hain..

Mama: Arre har Sunday hum chaaron club jaatein hain, koi swimming toh koi badminton toh koi gym karta hai..Aap ne aane ka kaha toh hum dono ne skip kar liya, socha aap ke saath drink aur lunch ho jaaye..

Maa: Bas aap ka card reh gaya thha..Hum jaldi aane waale thhe..

Mami: Bhabhi..Aap card naa bhi deti naa, toh hum dono aap aur bhaiyya ke liye toh aa hi jaate..Prem aur Seema hamaare bacchhe hi hain..Humein card ward ki kya zaroorat..

Mama: Sach hai bhaiyya..Aap aur bhabhi ke saath baat karna bahut aasaan aur acchha lagta hai..Aap dono Arun jijaji aur Devisha didi ki tarah hi ho..Baaki sab se baat karne do baar sochna padhta hai..Wohi gossip, wohi ek dusre ki buraaiyyaan..

Mami: Aap drink nahin offer karenge bhaiyya ko..

Mama: Arre sorry..Bhaiyya aap kya lenge..

Papa: Drive karna hai waapas..Waise ek beer pee leta hoon..

Mama: Arre drive ka tension mat lo, ek constable bhej dunga, aap ko ghar chhod dega woh..Bhabhi aap kya lengi..

Maa: Mujhe juice chalega..Yahi joh Gayatri pee rahi hai..

Mami: Mere orange juice mein vodka hai bhabhi..Yehi bana doon..

Mama: Arre bana de..Chhe mahine ke baad darshan huey hain, drink toh banta hai..Bhaiyya aur mere liye whisky bana de..

Papa: Yeh card..Tum sab ko pehle hi aana hai..Koi bahaana nahin chalega..

Mama: Arre meri toh guarantee nahin hai, kaam bahut hai, par Gayatri aur bacchhe aa jaayenge..

Mami ne drinks laaye, cheers hua, thoda namkeen aa gaya.

Mama: Gayatri..Khaane ka bol de..Ya club chalein khaane ko..

Mami: Ban raha hai, bhaiyya bhabhi ko main kya club ka khaana khilaaungi..Sab ghar ka hai..

Itne mein Mama ka phone baja.

Mama( Phone pe): Kaahe Sunday ko phone kar rahe ho Yadav ji..(Sunte huey)..Arre bandookdhaari gaye maa ki bur mein..Kaahe darr rahe hain..Hum hain naa..Ab rakhiye..Kal baat karenge..Aur agli baar Sunday ko phone kiya, toh dussehre mein teer aapke seene mein chalwaayenge..Rakkhiye..

Mama ne phone kaata, mami ne gusse se unhein dekha.

Mami: Bhabhi bhaiyya hain ghar mein..Zara..

Mama: Arre arre sorry..Bhabhi..Bhaiyya..Zabaan kharaab ho gayi hai yeh naukri karke..Aur life bhi..Itna tension hai ke kya bole..Ghar aate aate dimaag aur badan dono sunn padh jaate hain..Mantri ka pressure, senior ka pressure..Ghar mein na bacchhon ke ho saktein hain na Patni ke..

Papa: Arre theek hai Deepesh..Samajhtein hain..Devika koi bacchhi nahin hai..Sunn li hai sab..Tu toh apna hai..

Mama: Sach bolun na bhaiyya, toh ab thakk gaya hoon..Mard se mardaangi chheen li hai ye naukri ne..Isiliye kuch zindagi ko sahi karne ke tareeke dhoondh raha hoon..Thodi zindagi mazedaar aur jeene laayak rahe..Samajh rahein hai na aap..

Papa: Samajh rahein hain Deepesh..Koi nahin..Drink le..

Maa: Bhaiyya aapka number toh lena padega..Daroga jee kaam aa saktein hain kabhi bhi..

Mama: Lijiye bhabhi..Kanpur mein kabhi bhi zaroorat padhe, phone kijiyega..Band baaja leke aayenge..

Mami: Main aapke drinks banaati hoon..

Mami drinks banaane chali gayi. Maa bhi utthke unke saath dining table pe chali gayi.

Papa: Naye tareeke matlab..

Mama utthke papa ke kareeb aaye.

Mama: Bhaiyya..Ghar aata hoon na, toh Gayatri ki bhi toh kuch maang hogi ke nahin..Ke uska aadmi usse pyaar kare..Samay bitaaye..Par yahaan toh haath pair sab dheele padh jaatein hain..Toh socha, kyun na aisa kuch karein ke main use bhi khush rakh sakoon..

Papa: Saaf saaf bol na Deepesh..Kya soch raha hai..Shaayad main kuch madad kar sakoon..

Mama: Bhaiyya..Bas zindagi thodi namkeen ho jaaye..Maza aane lage..Par samajh mein nahin aa raha hai kaise..Kuch idea de saktein hain kya aap..

Papa: Club toh tu jaata hai..Excercise bhi karta hai..Acchha khaaya kar, neend poori kiya kar..

Papa bhi khilaadi thhe, woh Deepesh mama ki baat samajh rahe thhe, par woh chaahte thhe ke woh khule, dono rishte ko leke thoda sa hich kicha rahe thhe. 

Khaana hua, thoda aur baitthe aur phir papa aur maa nikal gaye, papa gaadi chala rahe thhe, maa baahar dekh rahi thhi, papa ne maa ki taraf dekha.

Papa: Kya laga..?

Maa: Aapko kya laga?

Papa: Jaise ke woh kuch kehna chaah raha ho par rishtedaari ko dekhke apne aap ko rok raha ho..

Maa: Mujhe bhi aise hi laga..Gayatri bhi aap ke saamne uss T-shirt mein baraabar jhuk rahi thhi, ghoor bhi rahi thhi aapko, jab aap khade huey toh neeche bhi ghoor rahi thhi..Uski aankhon mein ajeeb si pyaas thhi..

Papa: Ek kaam kar..Tu ne Deepesh ka number leke acchha kiya..Maine joh kutte ka video bheja thha na tujhe whatsapp pe, woh use send kar..Aur uske saath uske neeche likhi line bhi bhej..

Maa ne bina poocchhe send kar diya, papa muskuraaye.

Papa: Tu ne poocchha bhi nahin, maine kyun bhejne kaha aisa video..

Maa: Aapne kaha, toh kuch sochke hi kaha hoga..Tees saal se jaanti hoon aapko..Aur ab thoda zyaada..

Papa: Dekhtein hain do minute ruk ke..Dekha kya usne, check kar..

Maa: Dekha..Aur kuch type bhi kar raha hai..

Message aaya, maa ne dekha aur hans padi, papa ko video bataaya, usmein ek murga ek ke baad ek teen chaar murgiyon pe chadh raha thha, aur neeche likhha thha, “Variety is the spice of life”. Aur maa ne joh video bheja thha, usmein ek kutta ek kutiya pe chadhne ki koshish kar raha thha aur woh kutiya baar baar hatt rahi thhi, par kutta phir bhi koshish kar raha thha, aur neeche likkha thha, “Try till you succeed”. Papa bhi dekh ke hans pade.

Papa: Ab use phone kar aur bol tu ne galti se use bheja thha, Sorry bol de..Aur phone speaker pe rakh.

Maa ne Deepesh mama ko phone lagaaya aur phone speaker pe rakkha, mama ne utthaaya.

Mama: Bhabhi..Mera video dekha..

Maa: Bhaiyya, sorry, woh galti se aapko bheja..Woh asal mein main..

Mama: Arre bhabhi..Kya sorry..Acchha video thha..Gayatri ko bada maza aaya..Woh keh rahi hai ke kum se kum koi toh hai apni family mein joh hamaare jaisa hai..

Mami: Bhabhi bheja kijiye..Inke paas toh collection hai aise videos ka..Agar aapko koi problem nahin hain toh hum bhejenge..

Papa: Bhejiye bhejiye bhabhi..Hum bhi enjoy kartein hain aise video..

Maa: Par bhaiyya..Inhein jaanwaron ke video nahin pasand hain..

Mama: Toh bhabhi, asli waale bhej dein, Gayatri ke paas toh stock pada hai phone mein..

Papa: Gayatri ko mera number de de deepesh..Videos exchange karenge..Tu Devika ke saath kar..

Mama: (Zor se hanste huey): Bhabhi karengi toh mujhe kya problem hai..Ek kaam karein kya bhaiyya..

Papa: Bol..

Mama: Raat ko video call karein kya..Chaaron baat kartein hain..Humein aisa koi mila hi nahin joh hamaare saath dhang ki baat kar sake..Webcam hai aapke paas..

Papa: Hai..Dus baje call kar, hum bhi free ho jaayenge tab tak..Phir baat kartein hain..

Gayatri: Bhabhi..Ek aur video bheja hai aapko..Phone kaat ne ke baad dekh lijiye..Agar bura lage toh maaf kar dena..

Maa: Yeh kya baat hui..Gayatri..Tum dono hamaare liye Arun aur Devisha jaise ho..Hum ek dusre ki baat ka bura nahin maante..Aur tumhaari ek baat toh sahi hai Gayatri..Variety spice hai zindagi ki..

Chaaron hansne lage, phone kaate, papa ne maa ki taraf dekha.

Papa: Video toh bata..

Maa ne chalaaya, do couples ek dusre ki patni ko chod rahe thhe, papa muskuraaya, maa bhi muskuraayi.

Maa: Lagta hai aap jald hi chadhoge Gayatri pe..

Papa: Deepesh bhi toh chadhega tere pe..

Maa: Agar use kaam pe zyaada pressure na hua ho toh..

Dono hans pade.

Papa: Aaj raat ka video lagta hai kaafi romaanchik hone waala hai..

Maa muskuraayi.

Maa: Radhika bhi toh aaj hamaare saath rehne waali hai..Uska kya karein..

Papa: Pulkit hain naa..Main keh dunga use..

Maa: Matlab aapka dil ab Gayatri pe aa gaya hai..

Papa ne apna lund pant mein adjust kiya aur maa ki taraf dekha.

Papa: Iska bhi aaya hai..

Maa hans di.