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Kudiyon ka hai zamana - E.6.

Check if you've read the previous update posted yesterday.
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Sana had never felt so feminine in her life then today. She was blushing a lot while she walked towards the place where he was waiting for her. Her head hung down feeling shy as she approached him while he smilingly looked at her figure from far coming closer to him. She was wearing the same salwaar suit she wore when they first met but this time with no veil on her head instead it rested on her shoulder.

"Hi", he said with the smile which hadn't faded eversince he had got a glimpse of her from far.

"Ram Ram", she said giving him a quick glance.

"Ram Ram", he muttered and stood in silence while her eyes were glued to the ground. When there was no movement from him even after sometime, she looked up to see him.

"Ke hua?", She asked.

"Nahi, tum bilkul uss din ki tarah sharma rahi ho, toh main wait kar raha hoon ki kab meri sherni baahar nikalke dahaadegi?", He said making her chuckle.

"Thanne toh mera dahaadna pasand na se. Thanne mhaari saheli ko mhaari shikhayat jo lagayi. Dubara karungi toh thaari sikhayat pe woh manne daantegi.", Said Sana.

"Toh Akhaade mein pehalwaano ko pachaadne wali Sana apni saheli ki daant se darrti hai. Woh bhi pehawaani jaanti hai kya?", Asked Sidharth.

"Main kissi se daro ko na.. manne usse prem se.. is baaste usko naraaz na kar saku..", said Sana.

"Achcha aur kisse prem karti ho tum?", He asked

"Maahri didi se aur maahri amma se..", she said.

"Toh mhaara.. mera matlab.. mera number kab aayega?", He asked

Sana looked around being speechless which made him smile.

"Aur yeh kisne kaha mujhe tumhara dahaadna pasand nahi hai. Pasand nahi hota toh shaadi ke liye haan kyu bolta? Mujhe junglee billi.. mera matlab Sherni bahut pasand hai..", he said.

She lifted her head properly and looked at him. Their eyes met reminding him of their earlier eyelock which happened just after she slapped him for kissing. His eyes travelled down to look at her lips.

"Red lipstick!", He said.

"Ke?", She asked perplexed.

"Aaaa.. tumne aaj lipstick lagaya?", He asks gesturing to his lips.

"Woh.. woh Hema ne jabardasti lagaya se.. Manne bilkul pasand na se..", she smiled nervously feeling awkward.

"Oh Excellent!! Mujhe bhi tumhare raw lips devour karna pasand hai..", he flirts which obviously goes misunderstood by her due to her poor english knowledge.

Exsillenut matlab Mungphali..

"Haan.. pata se.. ib yahi khaa se ke?", She asks.

"Huh?", He was shocked at her bold reply. He looked around and saw two men sitting on the milestone and speaking, a little away from where they were standing.

"Nahi, yaha nahi. But I am surprised as I didn't expect this reaction. You are very cool and bold.", he said with a smile.

Agar woh hasske kuch bole toh Okay Okay Yeah.. bol dena..

"Okay Okay Yeah!", She said smilingly and he chuckled.

"Chalo chalte hai. Yeh helmet tumhaare liye.", He said passing her the extra helmet which he carried for her.

She took it in her hand and inspected it carefully not knowing how to put it on. She then looked at him who had already worn his helmet. She tried pushing her face into it in the opposite direction that's when he held her hand from doing so.

"Isse aise daalte hai..", he said taking it back from her hand and putting it over her head. While he adjusted the length and clasped the strap of her helmet, she was silently lost gawking at his face from close. Her gaze travelled down to his lips which didn't go unnoticed by him. A slight curve formed by his lips startled her for being caught red handed. She immediately put her head down, leading to a collision between their helmets.

"Haye Ram, Manne maaf kar deo.. Thanne lagi toh nahi?", She asked concerned.

"Main thik hoon, tum thik ho?", He asked holding both her arms while leaning down to her height and peeping through her helmet..

"Manne ke hoga.. chott lagna toh mhaare liye maamuli se.. tum sehar ke rehne walon ko badi jaldi chott laage se..", she said.

"Haan, jaldi chott lagti hai shehar mein rehne waalon ko.. par dard toh kisi apne ko chott lagne pe sabko barabar hoti hai.. haina?", He asked.

She looked at him and nodded her head. He climbed the bike and starts it.

"Baiton Sana", he says. She nods and occupies the back seat by keeping both her leg on one side.

"Are you comfortable? You can hold me.", He asked to her while she searched for place to hold.

"Ke?", She asked unable to understand.

"Mera matlab tum thik ho? Tum apna haat mere kande pe rakh sakti ho ya phir mere peet se lippat bhi sakti ho..", He chuckled saying the last sentence.

"Huh? Nahi main teek su..", she said without holding anything.

"Thik hai, bas gir math jaana kahi..", he laughed while taking off.

She tried hard to balance without holding but as soon as she felt that she would fall, she hugged him by his tummy while clenching her eyes shut. He subtly smiled on feeling her warm embrace from behind.

Sana had thought not to use hindi or english she learnt and just be herself but felt a bit lost and out of place whenever he spoke english in between.

They rode towards the city which was quite a journey. He parked the bike near a huge mall. Sana had literally dozed off resting her head on his shoulder while hugging him from behind. She had never got an opportunity to visit the city. Her travel was limited to short distances and the village nearby.

It was 5:30 in the evening. Her mouth and eyes were open agape looking at the colourful lights. There were so many people walking around.

"Mela lago hai ke yaha?", She asked him.

"Nahi. Aisa toh roz hota hai yaha. Aaj thoda jyada hai kyuki weekend haina?", He said helping her taking off her helmet.

She nodded as she understood only half of the conversation and got lost in words at the mention of weekend. He then took off his helmet and secured it both with a lock. He pulled out the little comb and set his hair neatly while looking into the bike's mirror.

She looked at the young girls and ladies walking around the mall. Her jaw dropped as she stared at few girls wearing short skirts and shorts which exposed their skin upto thighs while few who wore sleeveless, backless and deep neck blouses which showcased their cleavage. Sidharth observed her through the mirror and looked at what she gawked.

He gulped nervously thinking:
Why the hell is she staring at those girls like that? Is she attracted to girls? Mardon se bhi nafrat hai isko.

"Tumhe brush karna hai?", He asked.

"Manne subah subah kiya burash", she said.

"Huh? Nahi, woh wala brush nahi..  I mean kangi karni hai?", He asked again.

"Kis baaste?", She asked perplexed.

"Woh helmet peheneke baad baal kharaab ho jaate hai..", he said adjusting her few hair strands which were out of its place.

"Ek baat poochu? Abhi thodi der pehle, I saw you checking out girls, I hope you are aren't lesbian.", He joked with a smile.

"Okay, Yeah Yeah!", She nodded her head unaware of his question.

"What? Toh phir tumne shaadi ke liye haan kyu kaha?", He asked in shock.

"Thanne pahle haa bola se. Phir mhaari amma ne Lalita Pawaar wale aasu bahaye iss baaste haan bol diyo manne.", She spoke nonchalantly.

"Tumne mujhe pehle kyu nahi bataya ki tumhe aadmi pasand nahi?", He asked.

"Bola tho tha thanne.", She said.

"Haan, par tumne yeh kaha bola ki tumhe uss tarah aadmi mein interest nahi hai?", He reinstated.

"Phuck! Yeh waise kaise hota se? Bolna ke chaho? Manne toh thanne saaf saaf bola tha. Ib jab manne haan bola se toh tu ke manne yeh sawaal puch raha se?", She asked.

"Kyuki, mujhe pata nahi tha ki tumhe ladki pasand hai. Dekho, patha hai gaon mein yeh sab nahi chalta par ab shehar mein same sex partners ko accept karte hai. Main tumhaari maa se baat karunga ki tumhe ladke nahi ladki pasand hai.", He said.

"Mhaari amma ko pata se ki manne mardon se nafrat se. Toh tu ke batayego?", She asked.

"Kya unhe pata hai aur phir bhi tum ladke se shaadi karogi. Dekho aise karne se na toh tum khush rahogi na toh ladka. Ek kaam karo tum yaha aake shift ho jao, main tumhe ek achchi si ladki saathi doondh dunga, shaadi bhi kara denge.", Said Sidharth.

"Ke ke ke? Thaara dimaag thik se ki naahi? Tujhe mhaare se byaah na karna se toh math kar. Main kis baaste chori nu byaah karu?", She asked.

"Kyuki shaadi usse karni chahiye jo tumhe pasand ho. Mana ki main tumhe chahne laga tha woh alag baat hai par tum toh ladki ko chahti ho.", He said.

"Re Baawli poonch. Manne chore pasand nahi se toh chori se byaah karne ko kehte ho. Thaara dimaag ke ghutno mein se?. Main iss tarah ki chori na su..", she said.

"Toh phir abhi kuch der pehle toh tumne bola ki tum lesbian ho?", He said.

"Lesben ke hobe?", She asked.

"Ladki ko ladki se aakarshan hona. Tum unn ladkiyon ko tharkki nazron se dekh rahi thi.", Said Sidharth.

"Thaara sarr! Iha ki chorri itne nikke nikke kapdo pehne se dekh ke manne ajeeb lago. Manne hairani hove se, tharkki ko naa..", she said.

He facepalms.

"Matlab, tumhe mujhse shaadi karne mein koyi dikkat nahi hai?", He asked.

She glared at him.

"Hota toh main thaare saath akele itni dur ke aati?", She asked.

"Sorry!! Chale andar?", He asked and she hesitantly nodded her head.

He took a few steps further while she looked at herself in the mirror.

"Sidharth Sir. How are you doing?", Said a young girl forwarding her hand for a handshake

"Huh? Hi, I am fine. How are you Jaspreet?", Asked Sidharth shaking her hands.

"I am doing great Sir... I was successful in clearing my IELTS and applied for Canadian Permanent Residency as well. All thanks to you Sir. Agar aap na hote toh I wouldn't have done it.", Jaspreet thanked him still shaking her hands in happiness.

Sana observed the young lady who was dressed in sleeveless top, tight skin-fit jeans and wore high heels. She looked like a model wearing a heap of makeup on her face, long eyelashes, lengthy straightened hair and glossy lips. She then carefully observed Sidharth who was dressed brilliantly and looked like a Greek God himself.

She looked at herself. Having dressed in a loose-fit clothes which were inexpensive, wearing a blue paragon hawaai slippers, face smeared with some cheap branded white talcum powder, short and unprofessionally cut hair. Her lipstick was almost wiped off after that journey.

She thought why would this Greek God want to marry her who nowhere fit into his society? She remembered Hema's words.

Sab nahi.. tu bhi beech beech mein ek do angrezi shabdh bol de.. jiju khush ho jaayenge.. aur hindi bol le thoda.. aati toh hai.. bahaar log jiju pe hassenge aur unka mazak udavenge.. toh tanne achcha lagega kya?

He had accepted her and she was feeling possessive for him as well  She pulled out a lipstick from her bag and smeared it on her lips. As it was her first time, she couldn't apply it properly. She walked slowly towards them.

"That's excellent! Congratulations Jaspreet!", He said with a smile.

Sana overheard him saying excellent and pulled out the packet of peanuts from her bag and handed over to him. He looked at her perplexed.

"Ye kya hai?", He asked.

"Yeh lo, apna Eks-ci-le-nut. Harr kisi se Eks-ci-le-nut kyu maang rahe ho? Maine pehle hi pucha tha na ki khaaoge toh tumne mana kar diya. Taaji hai, main aaj subah hi khet se ukhaad ke laayi hoon. Isse achchi Eks-ci-le-nut tumhe kahi nahi milega..", Sana spoke in Hindi

"What?", Sidharth was more confused.

Jaspreet looked at the packet.

"Peanuts? Unhone lene se mana kiya tha toh peeche kyu padh ho? Kisi aur ko becho apni mungfali jaake warna harrassment ke chakkar mein police complaint kar dungi.", said Jaspreet.

"What? Hold on Jaspreet!", Said Sidharth but his voice went unheard by the two ladies.

"Oye! Main inse baat karo hoon. Tujhe ke khaarish ho rahi se? Aur ye police police ke laga rakha se? Thaare ko cheeti ki tarah masal ke rakhne mein manne do minute na laage manne.", Yelled Sana.

"Sana..", calls Sidharth but all in vain.

"Achcha, tu maaregi mujhe? Haan? Haat toh laga ke dikha? Bloody Villager!! Ganwaar kahi ki..", yelled Jaspreet.

"What the hell!!", Sidharth glared at Jaspreet.

"Ganwaar kisko bola tune? Teri toh..", Sana rolls her sleeves up looking at which Jaspreet gulps and runs behind Sidharth. Sana by mistakenly punches Sidharth's torso making him bend down holding his tummy.

"Sir.. sir aap thik ho? Main abhi police ko bulaati hoon", says Jaspreet.

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To be continued.. ❤️❤️

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