The Love That Never Gets Old (Hold)

TERI HAATH MEIN JADHOO H!!!

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She pressed the bell and waited for to open the door. There was no response from inside. Her phone pinged.
Kutta🐶
Open karke aana yaar....
Not locked.

"Yese nahin mein Isko kutta bolthi h... Kutta kameena akdu Shukla h yeh ek number k" she walked inside in rage.

Kamala Didi  was there in the living room.

"Hayy Kamala Didi .. Aap door kyun nahin khola"she asked.

" Sid Baba ne mana kiya na beta... Isliye... Lagtha h... Woh Naha Raha h...." She said.

"APK baba na.... Chodo... Kya hi bolun ... Aap iskeliye Kuch banaya kya ... Di ko mana kiya Khane keliye"she said.

"Nahin beta.... Mereko bola... Kamala Didi aap math banao... ShehnaaZ dedegi" she said. Sana's eyes got widened.

"Ammma.... Rabji kasam Isko mein aaj chodungi nahin"

"Beta mein neeche jaa rahi hun ... Kitchen aake clean karungi..." Kamala Didi left from there closing the door.

Sana opened their room door. He was laying on the bed without shirt. His hands were crossed behind his head. His on leg were placed upon another. He looked at  her with smirk.

"Shehnaaz tu aagayi... Give me my T-shirt... I'm getting late" he said.

"Kuthey... Kameene.... Tujhe kya h... Isliye tu mujhe neeche se uper bulaya..." She stormed to him and slapped with pillow on his stomach.

"Abey...  MOTi kya kar Rahi h" he pulled her by  her hands and she fell down to his chest. He locked with her with hands.

"Kuthey chod mujhe ... Mere makeup kharab hojayega" she wriggled in his hold.

"Chod ne keliye nahin keechkar yehan tak laaya.... " He  cupped her face. Her face drew into a sweet smile.

"And for makeup.... Mere baby ko makeup k zaroorath hi nahin...." He kissed her eyes.

"Jaa yaar tu... Makhan laga Raha h tu" she  twitched her lips suppressing her blush.

"Jo Mera h... Woh chatne k liye makhan lagane k kya zaroorath... Bina makhan laga ke bhi woh" he cut off by she pressed his two lips together with her fingers.

"Chup... Ek dam... Besharam "she layed on his chest.

"Shehnaaazzz"

"Hmmm...."

"Baby....."

"Hmmmmm"

"Yeh hmmmm..hmmm. Kya kar Rahi h Meri jaan... Man nahin h toh matha jaa" he said patting her back gently.

"Maa ko dekhna h... Aan... Tujhe toh 14-16 ghante k schedule bhi h... Phir mein yehan akele bore hojaungi"

"Phir yese muh banake jaungi toh kaise chalega... Do din se mere se lad rahe h... Subah udthe hi gayab... And... And...."he gritted pinching her waist... Kal se ek kiss bhi nahin de Rahi h"

"Nahin dungi" she got up in a second and  showed her  tongue.

"Waise he toh woh table pe rakhe hue script pad Meri jaan..." He said laying side ways, resting his head on his palm.

"Kya Hoga... ?" She picked the paper and ran her eyes through it. She threw the papers on his face.

"Woh shampoo mangi Tere se... Uske saath andar jaane k kya zaroorath thi tujhe kuthey... Mein jaa rahi hun... Tu apni Rumi se kar chumma chaatti aur gulu gulu"  she turned to leave. But he walked to her and locked in his arms.