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They reached their destination and started doing all the chores together.
Samrat started rubbing the utensils and gunjan started filling water in the bucket from nearby lake.She passed the water bucket to samrat.samrat stood up to take the bucket from her hands as she felt it heavy.As they were about to part,gunjan realised her sacred thread again got attached to his chain.She got scared as this time the incident took place around the ppl who cld see them.Samrat grasped her restlessness.He took off the stole from her neck and came forward.Gunjan stepped back
"Chashmish main tumhari badhi ko apne chain se alag kar rha hoon Jo iss baar bhut hi buri Tarah se mere chain mei ulajh gyi hai"he Said
Gunjan stood silently straight and left Samrat to work on this problem
"Chashmish Zara paas ao"he advised her holding the shoulder.He took her badhi thread inside his teeth and tried to free it from his chain.They were standing in such a position that his face was covering hers.Gunjan closed her eyes feeling his hot breath caressing her chest.His fingers continuously ended up on roaming her chest.
Far away benji noticed samrat's back that covered gunjan's whole body
"Dia Maine bola tha na ki iss ladke ko control mei rakho wo deko kaise besharmo ki Tarah gunjan ko khulle mei kiss kar rha.Arey bichari ladki kamzor hai tou wo iss trah se uska fayda uthayega"he berserked
Dia:I can't blv he is doing this
Benji:gunjan v kuchh Kam nhi hai Zara dekho abhi tak chipki hui hai.Mujse nhi dekha jayega itna hi pyaar ubhar rha tha tou room book kar lete ya tent ke andar jake krteSamrat was looking at gunjan who closed her eyes..He carresed her left jaw and she gasped.He wanted to stay like this as he yearned for the fragrance that smittened him.Her heart was pulsating as she was unfamiliar to all the things happening with her since last few days
"Chashmish....."she heard but she didn't responded back
"Chashmish daro mat yahaan koi kuchh nhi bolega bas yahi kehna chahta hoon ki yahan sab tumhare apne hain"he said to her with intense
Gunjan opened her eyes and looked straightly at him.
"Samrat kyun tumlog mere pichhe pare hue ho kal Jo hua wo ek hadsa tha,mera vaham tha.sachi mai tumlog se kuchh nhi chipa rhi"she said
Samrat:okay agar tumhe koi dard ho tou yahan kisi ke v paas chale jao.They will definitely help u to get out of any quagmire."Ye kya ho rha hai yahan"diya screamed
They jumped and parted away from each other
Gunjan:wo meri badhi iske chain mei Jakar fans gyi
Benji:tumlog ke sath humesha yhi kyun Hota hai u know hume embarrassing feel Hota hai chuki log isko galat way mei le lete hain
"Benji chinta mat Karo tumhara samrat sirf tumhara hai mai tumdono ke beech ane ki galti mai nhi krungi"answered gunjan that made everyone laughJust then Sheena appeared with a vessel of pasta.
"Wow pasta smells good"benji jumped
"So taste it"sheena asked
"Haan avi karta hoon"he blurted but stopped
Sheena:kya hua guys I know ki awkwardness hai but kal tumlog ne hum Charon ke liye khana diya tha tou isliye mai aaj pasta layi hoon
"Kisine kuchh kaha tou nhi tou yahan lao rakho aur jao"said chacko that made Sheena confused
"Achha nhi samaj aa rha theek hai lao mere hath me de do"he continued after snatching the vessel from sheena's hand"Umm its too tasty"he said taking one spoon.He continued to eat more
"Sara tu hi kha jayega"purab asked
"Haan. Chuki tumlog khaa nhi rahe"he replied
"Khane dega tou na"samrat gritted
Chacko:nhi mai akele hi khaunga
"Pakad usko"ordered purab after watching chacko running from there with vessel
Sheena:okay now I shld leave
"Sheena"purab suddenly called her
Sheena:yes...
Purab:aaj ka dinner mei tumlog humein join kar lo.okay it's up to u guys ao ya na ao ye tumlog ki marzi
Sheena(smiled):I will think about it.Samrat continued to wash utensils after Sheena left
"Chashmish tum thoda Pani dene mei help karogi"he requested
"Arey mai hoon na very bad mere hote hue tum Chashmish se help ĺe rhe"interfered diya
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