bondita's teen life os

who's your valentine bondita? os

guys this is again a new os go ahead read!

it was an usual day in rc mansion,nothing pompous...

''BONDITA,BONDITA!''

still there was sleep,''utho are abhi tk,....jkr dekhta hun...''

while going to upstairs kaka said,''are sone do....kl party se thke hei pdhie ki...are solene do....''

''nhi school thik 8 15 se hei 7 15 hogye uthigi nhi ...toh kese hoga...''

and he continued walking upstairs ,when binoy muttered,''apne kranti mein 13 saal ki bchi ko bhi ghusa liya hei...''

''utho bondita...''he opened the door.she was sleeping like a young braine ...he screetched the curtains to let sun embrace her eyes...''are sono do..kyu...chalo plti khtm abb soyungi mein..''

he went near her and caresses her hairs..''meri pyri bondita ko neend aa rhi hei?''

''hmmm...''

''neend ankho mein mt rkho dhynn do smy pe 7 30 ho gye....''

she woke with a jerk from his lap..

''777 3000 apne mughe kyu nhi bola...''

''are...suno toh..''

she went on searching the things...''ye sindoor kha hei hn aur saree bdl ni hei fir sakhapola...chud pyl..arti hn arti ki lie nhi nanha hei chie apki coffe...bhog aur nastha fir ...''

he ceased his fingers on her mouth,''bs bs meri nnhi bndita sb hogya hei jldi chalo aur saree nhi uniform,hmmm[caressing her puffy cheeks]..aur nastha hogya hei..''

''ji abhi ayi...''

she changed her attire..

anirudh roy choudhry,a profelic krantikari,a young hot blood barrister babu....who hasn't heared of him,one who sacrificed charcters of india,one of most devoted husband and activitist..life has offered bondita something and the only good thing ,her pati ...yes this 13 year kid was none than bondita of tulsipur,malkin of roy choudhry's and a verstile poetess for women rights,unlike her husband she's a revoultionist..cold blood yet chirpy and lovely,,,..dearest to her pati ..who unkowingly was possesive for her....

''bondita...jldi eie jhiya t na birkte kre amar ke...[this girl annnoys me sometimes..''he muttered

''are ruko ..are hn agyi bahu...''

her slim waist fittted well into school robes..her side pleates were neatly ravish..only to say a man has fallen with heart yet fights with mind...so hasn't she

the car strted all way,she wandered those beautiful bushy mountains of tulsipur,while he stares her..''sundra jitna mn mein utna deh mein hen tumhre...hmm bhgysali anirudh hei jo bndita mili usse sirf meri bndita..meri trk gun barrister babu...''he thought to himself

''ky a sch rhe hen...''

''kuch nhi mmm itna smy hua  aur batao vidyly mein dost nhi bniye tumne..''

''hmmm hen kuch khas dost...''

he stopped the car..''kuch khas dost kon.....?mughe nhi btiye itni bdi hogyi ho..bhulo mt abbb bhi pati babu hun tumhraaa....''

''hmmm....''

''hmm?kya mtlb hein iska...''

''are gadi kyu roki..chlie...''

''uttr hr prsn ka hota hei aisa baba khethe hen .....toh fir do uttr kon hein yen yen khas dost....''he uttered in jealous merged in insecurity...

''uffo..hoh...oh,..''she gigled holding her sakhapola one upon anathoer...