Sorry guys, since Haryanvi isn't my language I am bad at using it. I will use hindi mostly from here on..

I mean no offense to my readers who speak Haryanvi. I somehow love the swagger in accent. Rough & Tough like them.

Before reading, check if you've read the previous chapter.
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Sidharth parked the auto in front of his home. The lady in the backseat, Shehnaaz was already fast asleep after all the exhausting adventures she went through the whole day.

He looked at her sleeping figure who was wrapped up in the little shawl, he had given to wipe, around her head. Her mouth was a little open and soft snores could be heard every now and then.

Yeh shehri chhorri soti huyi ghani futhri laage se.

He didn't feel like waking her up nor did it look like an easy task to wake her up, so decides to pick her up. With that thought his eyes fell on her fair and long exposed legs and he gulped nervously, giving up the thought of picking her up.

"Rey chhorri.. chhorri utt jaa..", he called her but that wasn't even enough to move her one single strand of hair.

"Chhori.. utt jaa.. ghar pahuch gaye..", he touched her arm and realised that she had a high temperature.

Isse toh bahut tezz bhukhaar se.. Manne iske sarr pe thanda paani daalke ghani motti galti kardi..

Without giving a second thought he immediately picked her up in a bridal style by supporting his hand under her back and holding her from her thigh just above her knees. Her hand moved and snaked around his neck automatically as she snuggled into his chest seeking warmth. Her warm breath was now fanning his neck sending a shiver down his spine.

As he walked inside the house, he hears someone gasp. He looks into the direction and met staring eyes of his younger sister, shocked to see her brother holding a girl who was dressed scantily. He rolls his eyes at her.

"Prerna, Maahre saath chal", orders Sidharth.

"Kyu? Aur yeh chhorri kaun se?", She asks.

"Taanedaar se ke? Sawaal jawaab karna chhodd aur maahre saath chal..", he orders strictly.

"Ammaaaaa...", She cried.

"Thaara akkal thikaane hai ke na? Amma ko ke awaaj laga rahi se?", He scolds extremely scared.

"Ke hua chorri? Gala kyu phaad rahi hai?", Answered her mother, Iravati from the kitchen while getting up.

"Re Baawli.. jaldi se thaare duppatte se iske pair dhakk de.. maa ke saamne ghani beijjati hogi..", he says in hurry.

Prerna nods and quickly covers Shehnaaz's legs with her duppatta.

"Hambe.. Thaare tann pe duppatta kidar se chhorri? Ghar mein naukar chaakar aur thaare bhai ghoome se, yeh bhool gayi ke?", Iravati scolds Prerna as soon as her eyes see her, unaware of Sidharth's presence.

Prerna makes a puppy face and looks at her brother who was rushing towards the guest room carrying Shehnaaz in his hand.

"Sidharth", Iravati called making him gulp and freeze in his trail. He nervously turned around to see his mother staring at the girl in his hand.

"Hambe, yeh kaun chorri utta ke laya se?", Asked his mother with her eyes wide open in shock.

"Aa.. aa.. yeh kaun hai manne nahi pata. Koi sheher ki chhorri se. Gaon ke talaab mein paddi mili manne.. Sarpanch hone ke naate main isse itne raat ko wahi kaise chodd deta.. isliye isko uttake ghar le aaya." Said Sidharth.

The servant carries Shehnaaz's bag at the same moment.

"Thakur saab, ye samaan auto rickshaw mein reh gaya tha. Isse kaha rakhu?", The servant asked. Sidharth virtually facepalmed cursing the servant internally for coming at that moment.

"Heh? Talaab mein pura samaan ke saath padhi mili ke?", Sidharth's mother raised her eyebrows in question.

"Aaa.. uummm.. haan.. wahi mila.. mujhe kuch pata nahi..", Sidharth fumbled. His mother wasn't convinced and gave him a doubtful look which scared him further.

"Aa.. Prerna.. maahre saath chal aur iske gile kapde badal de. Iss chhorri ko tej bhukhaar se..", said Sidharth.

"Ke?", His mother touched Shehnaaz's body and gasped.

"Iska badan toh tapp raha se. Tu jaldi andar le jaa.. main iss chhorri ke liye garam garam khaada banake laati hoon..", said Iravati, her motherly concern knocking off all the queries and concentrating on treating the girl first.

"Prerna, pehle chunni khudh chunni pehen le.", Iravati instructs before going in.

"Ji maa..", Sidharth sighed and rushed inside the room and Prerna went to her room while the servant looked at the three people running in three different directions and stood there.

Sidharth slowly placed Shehnaaz on the bed but since Shehnaaz's grip on his neck was firm, he found it difficult to release it. As he tried releasing her grip, his heart thudded at double the speed realising the closeness of their faces which were just few inches away from each other. He gazed at her pink lips.

"Thakur saab..", called the servant from outside the room still golding the bags.

Sidharth startled as if he was caught stealing. He turned his head to look at the door and sighed finding no one. When he turned back to release her grip, his lips brushed with hers accidentally and a current ran through his whole body. He immediately held her hands which were snaking his neck and released himself with shivering hands and ran outside.

At the door, he met the servant who looked at him puzzled. Sidharth's thought still overcoming the little incident in bedroom, found the servant's stare intimidating.

"Ke se?", Sidharth barked

"Ye samaan.. ", the servant spoke in fear.

"Maahre sarr pe rakh de..", he yells.

"Kamre ke andar rakh do Somu bhaiyya..", Prerna rolled her eyes.

Sidharth suddenly remembered that while placing Shehnaaz on the bed, the dupatta covering her legs fell on the ground.

"Rukh..", Sidharth immediately went back inside and covered Shehnaaz's leg back with duppatta but he still wasn't fully satisfied so he went back and personally took the bags from his servant's hand and placed it inside himself. Prerna observed his axtions with her mouth open wide.

"Ke hua?", Asked Sidharth.

"Bhaiyya, ye kaun se?", asked Prerna.

"Thaare kaan thik se kaam nahi kar rahe ke? Main nahi janta..", He asked.

"Itna dekhbaal toh sirf apne lugaai ka kar hai ek marad.", She said.

"Dimaag kharab se thaara.. chal iske samaan se koi kapda nikaal ke jaldi se badal de nahi toh bhukhaar jyada ho jaayega.", He said.

"Pakka maahre kapde badal ne se thaare ko koi paresaani toh na hogi na? Warna tum khudh hi badal lo.. main chali jaati hoon..", teased Prerna. His cheeks flushed at her words automatically but he hid it immediately.

"Thaare dimaag mein ke gobbar bhara se? Manne thaare kapde  badalne se ke paresaani hogi? Bakwaas band kar aur jaldi se kaam kar.", He said before running out of the room.

Prerna opened Shehnaaz's suitcase to find clothes and the first dress which came out was a long gown.

Yeh kameez toh fatti se.. ib aur doondhne baitungi toh isko jyada sardi ho jaavegi..

Prerna somehow changes Shehnaaz into the long gown which had a slit until her thighs. She then stitched the ends to cover the slit with needle and thread carefully.

Iravati gets warm herbal decoction and somehow gets the sleepy Shehnaaz.

After having dinner, Sidharth goes to bed. But his thoughts were filled with his encounter with Shehnaaz and the little moment of his lips brushing with hers gives him a goosebumps. He wondered who she was and why she came to this village to meet him. Filled with all this thoughts, he somehow fell asleep late.

Though he slept late, he still woke up at 5am and went to do his routine workout after brushing his teeth. Iravati and Prerna went to the temple at around 6 as usual.

"Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh...", He heard a scream inside. He immediately ran inside in the direction from where he heard the screaming and found that it was none other than Shehnaaz.

"Arey Chhorri, subah subah bhoot dekh liya ke? Kyu apna gala aur mere khaan ke parde phaad rahi se?", He asked.

Looking at Sidharth she screamed even louder. Unable to bear her screaming, he went and placed his palm over her mouth. She wriggled to set herself free from his grip when he didn't budge, she bit his palm hard. This time he shrieked due to her bite.

"Bais ki poonch.. tanne maahre ko kaanta?", He asked.

"Main koi tumhari gaon ki chhorri nahi hoon.. sherni hoon.. apna self defence karna jaanti hoon.. tumne mujhe haat kaise lagaya?", She yelled.

"Chupp!! Maahre kaan ke parde phaad rahi thi isliye thaara muh band kar raha tha. Manne thaare ko haat lagane ka koi shauk na se.. Main ek shareef aadmi hoon.", he said.

"Achcha? Shareef aadmi? Kaunsa shareef aadmi aise bina kapde ke ghoomta hai?", She asked.

He looked down at himself. He was dressed in his akhadha suit, that is langot.

"Dimaag thikhaane na se thaara. Kabhi akhaada dekha se? Akhaade mein aise hi kapde pehente hai.", Said Sidharth

"Achcha? Par yaha kaunsa akhaada ho raha hai?", She asked.

Arghhhh.. jindagi mein pehli baar manne akhaade ke kapde mein sharam aa rahi se..

He thought and immediately wrapped a bedsheet from the bed nearby around his waist.

"Main akhaade mein hi tha, jab tum chilaayi.. ib bata tu ke chillayi?", He asked. Which reminds her of the reason behind her screaming.

"Mere kapde tumne badle?", She asked.

"Ke bol rahi se chhorri? Thaare mein na se par mhaare mein laaj sharam se.. Tu mhaari lugaai na se je main thaara kapde badlunga..", he said.

"Laaj sharam dekh liya maine tumhara kuch der pehle jab tum iss kamre bina kapde ke aaye.", She said.

"Aaarrgghh.. lagot pehni thi manne.. aur yeh thaara kapda bhi manne nahi maahri chotti behen ne badle se..", he said.

"Tumhaari behan ne mera designer kapde ka satyanaas kar diya..", she cried.

"Ke matlab? Ke kiya maahri behen ne? Thik toh se?", He said.

"Thik hai? Kaha se thik hai? Yeh.. yeh.. Rukho..", she lifts up her dress to her mouth.

"Ke kar rahi se?", He shuts his eyes immediately. She pulls the stitches with her sharp canine teeth.

"Tumhaare behan ne jo kaam bigaada usse thik kar rahi hoon..", she said.

He opens his one eye and closes it again immediately to find her clothes still up. Within next few seconds she undoes the stitch fully and opens the slit.

"Ho gaya..", she sighs dusting her hands.

He opens his eyes and gulps looking at sitting in style showcasing her long leg between the slit.

"Thaare ko fatte kapde peheneka bada shauk se ke?", He asks and she rolls her eyes.

"Isko designer dress kehte hai. Puray dedh lakh rupay ke hai? Chhoddo main bhi kis se fashion ki baat kar rahi hoon..", she smirks.

"Dedh lakh? Iss fatte kapde ke? Thik hi se.. darji ne thaara dimaag padhke hi chunna lagaya se..", Sidharth laughed.

"Darji? Mera stylist d sunke hi suicide kar lega.. par tumhe jab fashion ka pata nahi toh stylist ke baare mein kya pata hoga. Jab iss designer ke kapde pehenke main bahar nikalti hoon, toh sabki aakhein mujhse hatt ti nahi..", Shehnaaz boasts.

"Itna ang pardarshan karegi toh andha bhi aankhein phaad ke dekega. Do minute pehle tu maahre ko sharam laaj ka gyaan de rahi thi, ib kaha gaya?", He asked.

"Rrrrr.. ", she growls.

"Dekh maahri amma aur behen ke aane se pehle koi achcha sa kapda pehen le. Yeh sareef logon ka ghar se..", he said

"Excuse me!! Kehna kya chahte ho? Kya main tumhein koi aire gaire insaan ki jaise dikhti hoon? Mera naam Shehnaaz Raizada hai.. Bollywood ki queen hoon main.", She said crossing her hands over her arm.

"Iss ghar ka raja main hoon. Toh yaha meri chalegi. Toh jaldi se apne kapde badal le", He said.

"Nahi.. ghar tumhara hai toh kya? Mera shareer hai main jo chahe karungi. Tum mujhse zabardasti nahi kar sakte.", She yelled.

"Hambe", Iravati drops the plate in her hand in shock.

"Amma?", Sidharth gulps looking at his mother who was staring at Shehnaaz who had her legs exposed from slit while Sidharth stood half naked covered in blanket from waist.

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To be continued.. ❤️❤️

Story achchi na lage toh bata dena. Main discontinue kar dungi.. I don't feel like writing stories which doesn't get votes and reads.