Judaiyaan

Part 58

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Yeh note zaroor padna agar mujhe response nahi mile theek se toh main sari stories delete karke underground ho jayugi , kyu ki aap logo ke paas itni sari stories hai Shubman aur Sara ek upar , toh mere 3 stories nahi hogi toh kya farq padne wala hai , maine kabhi complain nahi kiya , aap log dekho 103 reads hai lekin vote sirf 10 baki sare authors ke 220 reads hote hai aur vote 60- 70 hote hai , iss liye main yeh book 7-8 part main khatam kar dugi and than gayab bina bataye

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Shubman: (Teasingly) "Soniye, yeh misal pav ka itna zabardast khushboo aa raha hai, main toh bas dekh ke hi bhookha ho gaya hoon. Kya main taste kar sakta hoon?"

Sara: (With a smile, focused on her cooking) "Maan, tumne bola tha ki tum tang nahi karoge. Ab taste karna hai toh pehle haath dholo, aur phir main tumhe serve karungi."

[Shubman grins and playfully extends his hands towards her.]

Shubman: "Yeh lo, haath samne hai. Ab tum serve karo, main taste karke bataunga kitna acha bana hai."

[Sara laughs, turning slightly to look at him, her face glowing with a mix of affection and amusement.]

Sara: "Tum bhi na, Maan. Thik hai, tum taste kar lo, lekin yeh yaad rakhna ki agar tumne tang kiya, toh main tumhe kitchen se bahar nikal dungi."

[Shubman chuckles, leaning in closer.]

Shubman: "Main tang kaha kar raha hoon, soniye? Main toh sirf tumhare haath ka bana khana enjoy karna chahta hoon. Ab jaldi se do na, bhookh se mar raha hoon."

[Sara rolls her eyes playfully and hands him a small plate with a portion of misal pav. Shubman eagerly takes a bite, savoring the flavors.]

Shubman: (With a satisfied smile) "Wah, soniye! Tumne toh kamaal kar diya. Bilkul perfect banaya hai!"

[Sara beams with pride, her earlier teasing replaced with genuine happiness.]

Sara: "Achha? Tumhe pasand aaya? Main soch rahi thi ki shayad thoda aur masala daalna chahiye tha."

Shubman: "Nahi, bilkul perfect hai. Tumhare haath ka khana hamesha special hota hai."

[Sara blushes slightly at the compliment, her smile widening as they share a warm, intimate moment in the kitchen.]

[Scene: The kitchen, where Shubman is savoring the misal pav Sara made. Sara, smiling, looks at him curiously.]

Sara: (Playfully, with a hint of nervousness) "Acha, ek baat bolo... maa ko pasand aa gaya kya?"

[Shubman pauses, pretending to be deep in thought, then looks at her with a teasing glint in his eye.]

Shubman: "Maa...? Tum maa ke baare mein pooch rahi ho?"

Sara: (Quickly realizing what she just said, her eyes widen in slight panic) "Nahi, nahi... mujhe yeh nahi bolna chahiye tha..."

[Shubman holds the serious expression for a beat longer, then suddenly bursts into laughter, catching Sara off guard.]

Shubman: "Tumne yeh itna late bola! Soniye, yeh toh tumhe 8 saal pehle bolna chahiye tha. Ab late kar diya, lekin koi baat nahi. Still, kaafi cute hai."