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Readers/Visitors, This is an adult gay site and you may find things here which may not appear proper to you, therfore you are requested not to proceed further if you feel offended by gay sex. The stories here are purely fictional and any resemblance is purely incidental.
ham dilli waapas aaye.
tabbu ne bhayya kaa saaraa qeemati saamaan bhi bech diyaa.
tabbu ne mujhase kahaa, "bike bench de."
mainne kuchh nahin poochhaa aur bench di.
ham apane computers, kapade aur tabbu ki bike le kar waapas aaye. mere paas chaand ki 12 hard disks bhi thin.
ham uncle ke ghar pahunche. fresh huye.
tabbu mujhe le kar garage mein gayaa.
wahaan mere chaand ki bike rakhi thi. wahi number.
tabbu ne bike ki key nikaal kar mujhe di, bolaa, "bhayya ki bike hai. mere paas thi isaliye ise yahin rakhi rahane di thi. ab ye teri hai."
mainne use start kari. tabbu peechhe baithaa. ham ek long drive par gaye.
hamane lift lene waale scene ki phir se shooting kari.
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anaathaalay kaa kaam zor-shor se chal rahaa thaa.
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mere chaand ke birthday ke chhah maheene guzar gaye. is baar tabbu ne ek hafte pahale hi mujhe bataa diyaa thaa ki usakaa birthday aane waalaa hai.
mujhe apane chaand ki aakhiri cheez tabbu ke hawaale karane kaa mauqaa mil gayaa thaa.
wo leather jacket.
mainne unake photoes mein dekhaa thaa ki wo jacket kabhi meraa chaand pahane thaa, kabhi tabbu.
mainne tabbu ko kuchh nahin bataayaa. mainne nepaali market se ek doosari jacket kharidi. usakaa baakaayadaa bill banawaayaa.
mainne nayi jacket bag se nikaal kar apane briefcase mein chhupaa di, aur mere chaand ki wo leather jacket us nayi jacket ke bag mein rakh kar bill ke saath pack kar di. ek dukaan se use badhiyaa gift wrap karaa liyaa. mainne use bhi apane ek briefcase mein chhupaa diyaa.
aur us shaam ko uncle-aunty aur mere saamane tabbu ne cake kaataa. phir ham logon ne outing kari aur hotel mein khaanaa khaayaa.
raat ko ham apane room pahunche.
mainne tabbu se kahaa, "tuu yah to nahin soch rahaa hai ki main kanjoos ho gayaa hoon aur tujhe gift nahin de rahaa hoon."
wo hansaa, bolaa, "nahin. main soch rahaa hoon ki tuu mujhe koi bahut khaas gift dene waalaa hai."
mainne briefcase se nikaal kar packet use diyaa.
usane wrapper phaadaa, bag kholaa.
jacket dekhate hi usakaa cheharaa phak ho gayaa. usane gaur se bill dekhaa. usakaa shaq door ho gayaa.
wo khayaalon mein gum ho gayaa.
usane jacket bed par hi rakh di aur jaa kar computer table par baith gayaa.
mainne usake paas aa kar usake baal sahalaaye. usane meraa haath apane haath mein le liyaa, aur table se pen uthaa kar mere haath par ek ke bheetar ke gole banaane lagaa.
main usake man ki haalat samajh rahaa thaa. mainne kahaa, "teri photoes mein tujhe aur bhayya ko aksar ek jacket pahane dekhaa thaa. pichhale hafte mujhe nepali market mein lagbhag waisi hi jacket dikhi to mainne khareed lee thi. hai naa tere is special day ke liye special gift. thodi farq hogi par phir bhi jab too ise pahanegaa to tujhe lagegaa ki bhayya tujhase lipataa hue hain."
wo yaadon mein khoyaa huaa thaa, aur mere haath par gole aur dil banaataa jaa rahaa thaa.
phir usane kahaa, "Ankit, ek naatak kar rahaa hoon. agar galat nikale to buraa mat maananaa, please."
main usaki kisi bhi baat kaa buraa nahin maanane jaa rahaa thaa.
wo uthaa. usane mujhe le jaa kar bed par bithaa diyaa. phir wo jacket uthaa kar laayaa aur use bed par phailaa diyaa.
jacket ki zip band thi. usane wo zip kholi.
usane meraa hatheli jacket ke baaye taraf oopar kar ke rakh di.
aur phir usane jaket kaa daayaa hissaa kholaa.
aur mainne dekhaa ki usane meri hatheli par jo khoob saare gole aur dil banaaye the, ekdam waise hi, utane hi gole aur dil us jacket ke bheetar bane huye the.
mujhe kaato to khoon nahin.
wo computer table ke paas jaa kar meri taraf peeth kar ke khadaa ho gayaa
wo bolaa, "abbu-ammi kaa intakaal ho chukaa thaa. meraa birthday aayaa. ham donon ke paas ek toffee khareedane ke paise bhi nahin the. ham donon shaam ko ghar ke darawaaze par ek doosare se lipate baithe the."
"tabhi ek pheri waalaa cycle par guzaraa. cycle par ek aakhiri jacket tangi huyi thi. bhayya ne use rokaa. daam poochhe. pheri waale ne 800 rupaye bole. bhayya bheetar gaye. aur school se mile apane saare medals, cups laa kar pheri waale ko diye. pataa nahin wo sab 800 ke the yaa nahin, yaa ham donon ke udaas, ummeed bhare chehare, yaa saamaan khatam kar ke ghar jaane ki jaldi. pheri waalaa jacket hamein
bech kar chalaa gayaa."
bhayya ne wo jacket mujhe pahanaaee. kadaran badi thi. bhayya udaas ho gaye. mainne kahaa, "theek to hai, bhayya. jab ham donon bade ho jaayenge tab bhi ise pahan sakenge." bhayyaa khush ho gaye.
chhah maheene guzar gaye. haalaat aur kharaab ho gaye the. bhayyaa kaa birthday aayaa. us din subah-subah mainne bhayyaa ko wish kiyaa, aur kahaa, "sooraj bhayya, main apane paas ki sabase badhiyaa cheez aapako gift kar rahaa hoon." aur mainne wahi jacket bhayya ko pahanaa di."
bhayya kuchh udaas ho gaye. tab mainne ek sueen (needle) uthaai, aur jacket ke bheetar bhayyaa ke dil ki taraf ek golaa banaa diyaa, mainne kahaa, "sooraj bhayya, ye golaa chaand hai, matalb ki main hoon. aap ise jab bhi pahanenge tab main aapake dil se lagaa rahoongaa. bhayya khush ho gaye.
phir meraa birthday aayaa. bhayya ne yahi jacket mujhe gift kari.unhonne pahale gole ke oopar ek dil banaa diyaa thaa, aur usake oopar ek aur golaa banaa diyaa thaa. bole the, "sooraj ke dil mein chaand hai."
"aur tab se ham donon ek-doosare ke birthday par hameshaa yahi jacket gift karate rahe the. naye gole banaate rahe. naye dil banaate rahe.ham donon ke birthday chhaH maheene baad aayaa karate the. aadhe saal ise bhayyaa pahanate the. aadhe saal main pahanataa thaa."
wo bolaa, "bhayyaa apane jeete ji yah jacket kisi ko nahin de sakate the, Ankit. bhayyaa kaa ek-ek saamaan uncle ne sambhaal kar rakhaa thaa aur mujhe de diyaa thaa. yah jacket bhayyaa kaa qaatil hi apane saath le jaa sakataa thaa, Ankit."
wo bolaa, "ho sakataa hai ki qaatil ne in ise bech diyaa ho, aur tujhe yah us dukaan par mil gayi ho. par meraa dil kah rahaa hai ki itanaa badaa sanyog nahin ho sakataa hai."
wo bolaa, "lekin is beech aur bhi kai saare sanyog hue hain jin par mainne aaj se pahale gaur nahin kiyaa thaa. mujhe dekh kar teri hairaani. kamaraa dekh kar teri hairaani. teraa gay na hone par bhi mere saath rahanaa. meraa khayaal rakhanaa. mujhase bhayya ke baare mein poochhanaa. mere liye gay ban jaanaa. bhayya ke paise aanaa. itane saalon baad. itane saare rupaye. achchhaa khaasaa career chhod kar teraa mere saath yahaan shift kar jaanaa. agar ye sab sanyog hain to phir to Allah aaj-kal full-time mujhe hi khush rakhane mein lagaa huaa hai. phir baaki qaayanaat kaise chal rahi hai?"
wo bolaa, "agar too abhi bhi kahegaa ki toone yah jacket pichhale hafte khareedi hai, to main maan loongaa aur tujhe kabhi pareshaan nahin karoongaa. "
wo bolaa, "main tujhase pyaar karataa hoon, Ankit. mujhe tujh par bharosaa hai. main jaanataa hoon ki tuu dil kaa achchhaa hai, aur kabhi kuchh galat nahin kar sakataa. par agar tujhase kinhin haalaat mein kuchh galat ho gayaa thaa, to main samajh paaoongaa. main tere saath pahale ki tarah rahoongaa aur is baat kaa koi ziqr nahin
karoongaa."
wo bolaa, "mujhe bhayya ke baare mein sab kuchh bataa, Ankit."
wo mudaa. usaki aankhon se aansoo bah rahe the. meri aankhon mein weeraani thi.
main kuchh der mein bhaari aawaaz mein bolaa, "tujhe yaad hai, chaand! ek restaurant, ek table, ek dinner, ek raat."
usane yaad karate huye kahaa, "jahaan tujhe teraa pahalaa partner milaa thaa?"
mainne haan mein sar hilaayaa.
wo mere aage bataane ki ummeed kar rahaa thaa.
main kuchh nahin bolaa.
wo confuse hokar bolaa, "to?"
mainne bhare gale se kahaa, "soch."
usaki aankhein sikudin, aur phir phat padin.
usane yaqeen na karane waale aashcharya se kahaa, "bhayya?"
aur main apanaa cheharaa apane haathon mein chhupaa kar rone lagaa.
main rotaa rahaa.
main soch rahaa thaa ki wo mujhe aa kar chup karaayegaa, dilaasaa degaa.
par wo nahin aayaa.
aur yah jaankar meraa dukh aur badh gayaa ki use mujhase nafarat ho
gayi hai. main aur zyaadaa rone lagaa.
Readers/Visitors, This is an adult gay site and you may find things here which may not appear proper to you, therfore you are requested not to proceed further if you feel offended by gay sex. The stories here are purely fictional and any resemblance is purely incidental.
ham dilli waapas aaye.
tabbu ne bhayya kaa saaraa qeemati saamaan bhi bech diyaa.
tabbu ne mujhase kahaa, "bike bench de."
mainne kuchh nahin poochhaa aur bench di.
ham apane computers, kapade aur tabbu ki bike le kar waapas aaye. mere paas chaand ki 12 hard disks bhi thin.
ham uncle ke ghar pahunche. fresh huye.
tabbu mujhe le kar garage mein gayaa.
wahaan mere chaand ki bike rakhi thi. wahi number.
tabbu ne bike ki key nikaal kar mujhe di, bolaa, "bhayya ki bike hai. mere paas thi isaliye ise yahin rakhi rahane di thi. ab ye teri hai."
mainne use start kari. tabbu peechhe baithaa. ham ek long drive par gaye.
hamane lift lene waale scene ki phir se shooting kari.
---
anaathaalay kaa kaam zor-shor se chal rahaa thaa.
---
mere chaand ke birthday ke chhah maheene guzar gaye. is baar tabbu ne ek hafte pahale hi mujhe bataa diyaa thaa ki usakaa birthday aane waalaa hai.
mujhe apane chaand ki aakhiri cheez tabbu ke hawaale karane kaa mauqaa mil gayaa thaa.
wo leather jacket.
mainne unake photoes mein dekhaa thaa ki wo jacket kabhi meraa chaand pahane thaa, kabhi tabbu.
mainne tabbu ko kuchh nahin bataayaa. mainne nepaali market se ek doosari jacket kharidi. usakaa baakaayadaa bill banawaayaa.
mainne nayi jacket bag se nikaal kar apane briefcase mein chhupaa di, aur mere chaand ki wo leather jacket us nayi jacket ke bag mein rakh kar bill ke saath pack kar di. ek dukaan se use badhiyaa gift wrap karaa liyaa. mainne use bhi apane ek briefcase mein chhupaa diyaa.
aur us shaam ko uncle-aunty aur mere saamane tabbu ne cake kaataa. phir ham logon ne outing kari aur hotel mein khaanaa khaayaa.
raat ko ham apane room pahunche.
mainne tabbu se kahaa, "tuu yah to nahin soch rahaa hai ki main kanjoos ho gayaa hoon aur tujhe gift nahin de rahaa hoon."
wo hansaa, bolaa, "nahin. main soch rahaa hoon ki tuu mujhe koi bahut khaas gift dene waalaa hai."
mainne briefcase se nikaal kar packet use diyaa.
usane wrapper phaadaa, bag kholaa.
jacket dekhate hi usakaa cheharaa phak ho gayaa. usane gaur se bill dekhaa. usakaa shaq door ho gayaa.
wo khayaalon mein gum ho gayaa.
usane jacket bed par hi rakh di aur jaa kar computer table par baith gayaa.
mainne usake paas aa kar usake baal sahalaaye. usane meraa haath apane haath mein le liyaa, aur table se pen uthaa kar mere haath par ek ke bheetar ke gole banaane lagaa.
main usake man ki haalat samajh rahaa thaa. mainne kahaa, "teri photoes mein tujhe aur bhayya ko aksar ek jacket pahane dekhaa thaa. pichhale hafte mujhe nepali market mein lagbhag waisi hi jacket dikhi to mainne khareed lee thi. hai naa tere is special day ke liye special gift. thodi farq hogi par phir bhi jab too ise pahanegaa to tujhe lagegaa ki bhayya tujhase lipataa hue hain."
wo yaadon mein khoyaa huaa thaa, aur mere haath par gole aur dil banaataa jaa rahaa thaa.
phir usane kahaa, "Ankit, ek naatak kar rahaa hoon. agar galat nikale to buraa mat maananaa, please."
main usaki kisi bhi baat kaa buraa nahin maanane jaa rahaa thaa.
wo uthaa. usane mujhe le jaa kar bed par bithaa diyaa. phir wo jacket uthaa kar laayaa aur use bed par phailaa diyaa.
jacket ki zip band thi. usane wo zip kholi.
usane meraa hatheli jacket ke baaye taraf oopar kar ke rakh di.
aur phir usane jaket kaa daayaa hissaa kholaa.
aur mainne dekhaa ki usane meri hatheli par jo khoob saare gole aur dil banaaye the, ekdam waise hi, utane hi gole aur dil us jacket ke bheetar bane huye the.
mujhe kaato to khoon nahin.
wo computer table ke paas jaa kar meri taraf peeth kar ke khadaa ho gayaa
wo bolaa, "abbu-ammi kaa intakaal ho chukaa thaa. meraa birthday aayaa. ham donon ke paas ek toffee khareedane ke paise bhi nahin the. ham donon shaam ko ghar ke darawaaze par ek doosare se lipate baithe the."
"tabhi ek pheri waalaa cycle par guzaraa. cycle par ek aakhiri jacket tangi huyi thi. bhayya ne use rokaa. daam poochhe. pheri waale ne 800 rupaye bole. bhayya bheetar gaye. aur school se mile apane saare medals, cups laa kar pheri waale ko diye. pataa nahin wo sab 800 ke the yaa nahin, yaa ham donon ke udaas, ummeed bhare chehare, yaa saamaan khatam kar ke ghar jaane ki jaldi. pheri waalaa jacket hamein
bech kar chalaa gayaa."
bhayya ne wo jacket mujhe pahanaaee. kadaran badi thi. bhayya udaas ho gaye. mainne kahaa, "theek to hai, bhayya. jab ham donon bade ho jaayenge tab bhi ise pahan sakenge." bhayyaa khush ho gaye.
chhah maheene guzar gaye. haalaat aur kharaab ho gaye the. bhayyaa kaa birthday aayaa. us din subah-subah mainne bhayyaa ko wish kiyaa, aur kahaa, "sooraj bhayya, main apane paas ki sabase badhiyaa cheez aapako gift kar rahaa hoon." aur mainne wahi jacket bhayya ko pahanaa di."
bhayya kuchh udaas ho gaye. tab mainne ek sueen (needle) uthaai, aur jacket ke bheetar bhayyaa ke dil ki taraf ek golaa banaa diyaa, mainne kahaa, "sooraj bhayya, ye golaa chaand hai, matalb ki main hoon. aap ise jab bhi pahanenge tab main aapake dil se lagaa rahoongaa. bhayya khush ho gaye.
phir meraa birthday aayaa. bhayya ne yahi jacket mujhe gift kari.unhonne pahale gole ke oopar ek dil banaa diyaa thaa, aur usake oopar ek aur golaa banaa diyaa thaa. bole the, "sooraj ke dil mein chaand hai."
"aur tab se ham donon ek-doosare ke birthday par hameshaa yahi jacket gift karate rahe the. naye gole banaate rahe. naye dil banaate rahe.ham donon ke birthday chhaH maheene baad aayaa karate the. aadhe saal ise bhayyaa pahanate the. aadhe saal main pahanataa thaa."
wo bolaa, "bhayyaa apane jeete ji yah jacket kisi ko nahin de sakate the, Ankit. bhayyaa kaa ek-ek saamaan uncle ne sambhaal kar rakhaa thaa aur mujhe de diyaa thaa. yah jacket bhayyaa kaa qaatil hi apane saath le jaa sakataa thaa, Ankit."
wo bolaa, "ho sakataa hai ki qaatil ne in ise bech diyaa ho, aur tujhe yah us dukaan par mil gayi ho. par meraa dil kah rahaa hai ki itanaa badaa sanyog nahin ho sakataa hai."
wo bolaa, "lekin is beech aur bhi kai saare sanyog hue hain jin par mainne aaj se pahale gaur nahin kiyaa thaa. mujhe dekh kar teri hairaani. kamaraa dekh kar teri hairaani. teraa gay na hone par bhi mere saath rahanaa. meraa khayaal rakhanaa. mujhase bhayya ke baare mein poochhanaa. mere liye gay ban jaanaa. bhayya ke paise aanaa. itane saalon baad. itane saare rupaye. achchhaa khaasaa career chhod kar teraa mere saath yahaan shift kar jaanaa. agar ye sab sanyog hain to phir to Allah aaj-kal full-time mujhe hi khush rakhane mein lagaa huaa hai. phir baaki qaayanaat kaise chal rahi hai?"
wo bolaa, "agar too abhi bhi kahegaa ki toone yah jacket pichhale hafte khareedi hai, to main maan loongaa aur tujhe kabhi pareshaan nahin karoongaa. "
wo bolaa, "main tujhase pyaar karataa hoon, Ankit. mujhe tujh par bharosaa hai. main jaanataa hoon ki tuu dil kaa achchhaa hai, aur kabhi kuchh galat nahin kar sakataa. par agar tujhase kinhin haalaat mein kuchh galat ho gayaa thaa, to main samajh paaoongaa. main tere saath pahale ki tarah rahoongaa aur is baat kaa koi ziqr nahin
karoongaa."
wo bolaa, "mujhe bhayya ke baare mein sab kuchh bataa, Ankit."
wo mudaa. usaki aankhon se aansoo bah rahe the. meri aankhon mein weeraani thi.
main kuchh der mein bhaari aawaaz mein bolaa, "tujhe yaad hai, chaand! ek restaurant, ek table, ek dinner, ek raat."
usane yaad karate huye kahaa, "jahaan tujhe teraa pahalaa partner milaa thaa?"
mainne haan mein sar hilaayaa.
wo mere aage bataane ki ummeed kar rahaa thaa.
main kuchh nahin bolaa.
wo confuse hokar bolaa, "to?"
mainne bhare gale se kahaa, "soch."
usaki aankhein sikudin, aur phir phat padin.
usane yaqeen na karane waale aashcharya se kahaa, "bhayya?"
aur main apanaa cheharaa apane haathon mein chhupaa kar rone lagaa.
main rotaa rahaa.
main soch rahaa thaa ki wo mujhe aa kar chup karaayegaa, dilaasaa degaa.
par wo nahin aayaa.
aur yah jaankar meraa dukh aur badh gayaa ki use mujhase nafarat ho
gayi hai. main aur zyaadaa rone lagaa.
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