OS: the trainer epilogue pg 26 - Page 8

Originally posted by: Sagi.

People joke about my sister. Itni patli hain ki duniya ki koi salakhein usse qaid nahi kar sakti...

And I am the other extreme..

Oh god, this is hilarious🤣

I mean, apart from Ayesha/Sai, the only reason I sometimes watch this show is Didi’s beizzati and Karishma’s one liners and you have both of it in your story😆
Karishma’s savage one liners are mostly met with glares in the show but everyone would agree that they are the most brutal truths of the show! You have given her amazing dialogues ya, so kudos to you for that🤗
Pakhi’s beizzati was really worth reading, it was hilarious and really fun👍🏼😳

One more thing, this chapter is extremely, like extremelyyyy well-written. It could have easily been embarrassing but your writing makes it perfect and fun. Honestly some of the best writing I have ever read on the forum👏

A fantastic chapter.🤗

You are so creative... How do you even think of all this..⭐️

Thoroughly enjoyed the chapter, so well written...👍🏼

Full thing devoted to Patralekha's epic beizzati...❤️

Poor Samrat, he tries so hard🥺

I love Karishma and I love how you give her the much deserved space in your stories🤗

I hope she gets more SS on the show too... The actor and character are worthy

This is hilarious.. 🤣

Please tag in the next one 🤗

Originally posted by: Moor278

This is hilarious.. 🤣

Please tag in the next one 🤗

Thank You.

Sure, will quote you in the next one.

Hi everyone

Posting the next update.

Keep reading!

The occupants in the room jerked apart on the knock on the door.

“May I come in?”

“Are Jeeva! Come, come in…we were just…”

“I know what you were doing!” Samrat smiled fondly. “The door was wide open. And I had to wait for full ten minutes after knocking! Then even called out. I had to even bang the door. But both of you were..lost!”

“Jeeva!” Virat smiled sheepishly and Sai coloured to the roots of her hair. He had come home early to find Sai blow drying her hair, her neck tilted to give maximum access to the hair roots. Not even bothering to close the wide open door, he had hugged her from behind, breathing in the damp smell of her shampooed hair.

“Mmmmm…heavenly! He nuzzled her neck with a small love bite. That shampoo of yours…added to something that is purely yours…and now mine too..”

Samrat cleared his throat and his Shiva came back to the present. Sai was about to make herself scarce when Samrat called out to her.

“Actually I came to talk to you, Sai!”

“Yes, dada..you need something? Just spell it out!”

“Not for me. For Patralekha!”

“For Pakhi?” Sai and Virat looked at each other. “Now what..” Virat excused himself for a shower.

Samrat waited till the door closed and began his tale of woe. Patralekha’s battle of bulge actually, leading to his hiring the trainer…Sai nodded her understanding at this point. The initial disappointment followed by a diet change and now this…embarrassing turn of events.

“So Dada, as I understand, the diet is the major culprit. If you want, I can check with a dietician and get back to you at the earliest. Meanwhile, just make sure she stays away from these…” Sai scribbled on a small chit of paper after a quick internet search. Samrat pocketed the list and left soon.

Sai lapsed in deep thought soon thereafter. So that explained the foetid smell in the corridor outside the room. That was another proof that Pakhi Didi was spending the entire night outside their room. She knew that Virat never would believe her. Well, that called for some extreme measures for Samrat’s sake at least. Apart from invading their privacy, that also meant no marital bliss for him. How long would he go like this?

She smiled to herself as an idea hit her.

Samrat was lost in thought as he walked back to his room. He had mixed feelings as he knocked on his Shiva’s door while the inhabitants were busy nuzzling each other. A bit of jealousy, a hint of sadness and overwhelming happiness for his younger brother. Why couldn’t Patralekha be the same towards him? So far, they had never even ventured in the marital domain. Forget bliss.

He bumped into Karishma on the way. She was carrying the dinner tray. He shook his head in exasperation. With her gastric problems, better his wife remained confined to the room.

Patralekha was curled up in a couch. Was she asleep? Looked like that. Eyes closed, deep even breathing.. Her tummy problems seemed to be over.

Karishma knocked on the door. Thank heavens the airconditioning was working full swing.

“Patralekha Bhabhi!”

No response.

It was then that she noticed it. Her neck was bent at a precarious angle, placed in the crook of the arm of the outstretched hand. Going like this, even for a few minutes, would have given her, or for that matter anyone, a severe stiff neck. She gingerly eased Patralekha’s head to a more comfortable position and was startled by the ease with which she cuddled against her.

“Mmmm…don’t go…”

Karishma was startled to the core, going by the situation she had found herself into. Her hand rose to shake Patralekha’s shoulder when afresh mumbling began.

“You have had all you wanted…”

“Patralekha Bhabhi!”

“Pakhi..please call me Pakhi…no formalities…”

What was she trying to say? Patralekha’s hand moved up to Karishma’s shoulder and she hugged her tight. The younger woman tried to squirm away but the other one would have none of it.

“Why are you moving away? It was so beautiful…mind blowing..OK, just one more..before Samrat comes back..”

*smack* Karishma fought a wave of nausea as Patralekha puckered her lips and kissed her on the cheek. What next would she do? It was clear that Patralekha was in deep sleep. Karishma tried to reach for her mobile phone and then cursed herself. She had left it in her room. Ah, there was the jug full of water. Handy in case Patralekha attempted something more severe. Right now, there was plenty of entertainment. If and only if she could record it. Anyways, go on…

But who was Patralekha talking to? Virat Dada? Or the trainer?

Patralekha mumbled again.

“Don’t go so soon…Shiva…”

So that was it. In her dreamland, she was in love with Shiva. The trainer. Or was it Virat Dada? Like everyone else in the house, she knew that Samrat Dada called Virat dada his Shiva. Now this was pure gossip. She couldn’t wait to share this with Mohit.

She gingerly eased Patralekha back to her position and freed herself. Covering the tray with a napkin, she tiptoed out of the room, unaware of the fact that Samrat had seen and heard everything.

Samrat was stunned. At the blatant disclosures witnessed by him, and further mortification that it was Karishma who experienced things first hand. He was dying a thousand deaths within as he walked to the dinner table. How would he face Karishma and Mohit henceforth. Bappa! Please show me away out..

Dinner was a terrible affair for him.

The best dishes cooked by Ashwini failed to entice him.

All this was not missed by Sai, who was serving at the table.

She caught him afterwards.

“Dada, is something wrong? You hardly ate anything!”

Samrat shook his head in despair.

“Oh come on, Dada…you can share this with your little sister! In case you have forgotten?”

He patted her head affectionately, pasting a smile. This battle was his alone. But Sai was not done with him yet.

“Ok, Dada…Shall I speak to the trainer?”

“Let it be, Sai. Patralekha won’t like it. As it is, she doesn’t have a good opinion of you. So why unnecessarily complicate matters?”

So her hunch was true. It was something to do with Patralekha.

So what if Patralekha didn’t want her to interfere, she could always talk to the trainer independently. She did a small mental jig. The problem is, she knew nothing about him. But she could find out. Or better, ask Virat? He had met the trainer a few months back….

Originally posted by: Sagi.

The occupants in the room jerked apart on the knock on the door.

“May I come in?”

“Are Jeeva! Come, come in…we were just…”

“I know what you were doing!” Samrat smiled fondly. “The door was wide open. And I had to wait for full ten minutes after knocking! Then even called out. I had to even bang the door. But both of you were..lost!”

“Jeeva!” Virat smiled sheepishly and Sai coloured to the roots of her hair. He had come home early to find Sai blow drying her hair, her neck tilted to give maximum access to the hair roots. Not even bothering to close the wide open door, he had hugged her from behind, breathing in the damp smell of her shampooed hair.

“Mmmmm…heavenly! He nuzzled her neck with a small love bite. That shampoo of yours…added to something that is purely yours…and now mine too..”

Samrat cleared his throat and his Shiva came back to the present. Sai was about to make herself scarce when Samrat called out to her.

“Actually I came to talk to you, Sai!”

“Yes, dada..you need something? Just spell it out!”

“Not for me. For Patralekha!”

“For Pakhi?” Sai and Virat looked at each other. “Now what..” Virat excused himself for a shower.

Samrat waited till the door closed and began his tale of woe. Patralekha’s battle of bulge actually, leading to his hiring the trainer…Sai nodded her understanding at this point. The initial disappointment followed by a diet change and now this…embarrassing turn of events.

“So Dada, as I understand, the diet is the major culprit. If you want, I can check with a dietician and get back to you at the earliest. Meanwhile, just make sure she stays away from these…” Sai scribbled on a small chit of paper after a quick internet search. Samrat pocketed the list and left soon.

Sai lapsed in deep thought soon thereafter. So that explained the foetid smell in the corridor outside the room. That was another proof that Pakhi Didi was spending the entire night outside their room. She knew that Virat never would believe her. Well, that called for some extreme measures for Samrat’s sake at least. Apart from invading their privacy, that also meant no marital bliss for him. How long would he go like this?

She smiled to herself as an idea hit her.

Samrat was lost in thought as he walked back to his room. He had mixed feelings as he knocked on his Shiva’s door while the inhabitants were busy nuzzling each other. A bit of jealousy, a hint of sadness and overwhelming happiness for his younger brother. Why couldn’t Patralekha be the same towards him? So far, they had never even ventured in the marital domain. Forget bliss.

He bumped into Karishma on the way. She was carrying the dinner tray. He shook his head in exasperation. With her gastric problems, better his wife remained confined to the room.

Patralekha was curled up in a couch. Was she asleep? Looked like that. Eyes closed, deep even breathing.. Her tummy problems seemed to be over.

Karishma knocked on the door. Thank heavens the airconditioning was working full swing.

“Patralekha Bhabhi!”

No response.

It was then that she noticed it. Her neck was bent at a precarious angle, placed in the crook of the arm of the outstretched hand. Going like this, even for a few minutes, would have given her, or for that matter anyone, a severe stiff neck. She gingerly eased Patralekha’s head to a more comfortable position and was startled by the ease with which she cuddled against her.

“Mmmm…don’t go…”

Karishma was startled to the core, going by the situation she had found herself into. Her hand rose to shake Patralekha’s shoulder when afresh mumbling began.

“You have had all you wanted…”

“Patralekha Bhabhi!”

“Pakhi..please call me Pakhi…no formalities…”

What was she trying to say? Patralekha’s hand moved up to Karishma’s shoulder and she hugged her tight. The younger woman tried to squirm away but the other one would have none of it.

“Why are you moving away? It was so beautiful…mind blowing..OK, just one more..before Samrat comes back..”

*smack* Karishma fought a wave of nausea as Patralekha puckered her lips and kissed her on the cheek. What next would she do? It was clear that Patralekha was in deep sleep. Karishma tried to reach for her mobile phone and then cursed herself. She had left it in her room. Ah, there was the jug full of water. Handy in case Patralekha attempted something more severe. Right now, there was plenty of entertainment. If and only if she could record it. Anyways, go on…

But who was Patralekha talking to? Virat Dada? Or the trainer?

Patralekha mumbled again.

“Don’t go so soon…Shiva…”

So that was it. In her dreamland, she was in love with Shiva. The trainer. Or was it Virat Dada? Like everyone else in the house, she knew that Samrat Dada called Virat dada his Shiva. Now this was pure gossip. She couldn’t wait to share this with Mohit.

She gingerly eased Patralekha back to her position and freed herself. Covering the tray with a napkin, she tiptoed out of the room, unaware of the fact that Samrat had seen and heard everything.

Samrat was stunned. At the blatant disclosures witnessed by him, and further mortification that it was Karishma who experienced things first hand. He was dying a thousand deaths within as he walked to the dinner table. How would he face Karishma and Mohit henceforth. Bappa! Please show me away out..

Dinner was a terrible affair for him.

The best dishes cooked by Ashwini failed to entice him.

All this was not missed by Sai, who was serving at the table.

She caught him afterwards.

“Dada, is something wrong? You hardly ate anything!”

Samrat shook his head in despair.

“Oh come on, Dada…you can share this with your little sister! In case you have forgotten?”

He patted her head affectionately, pasting a smile. This battle was his alone. But Sai was not done with him yet.

“Ok, Dada…Shall I speak to the trainer?”

“Let it be, Sai. Patralekha won’t like it. As it is, she doesn’t have a good opinion of you. So why unnecessarily complicate matters?”

So her hunch was true. It was something to do with Patralekha.

So what if Patralekha didn’t want her to interfere, she could always talk to the trainer independently. She did a small mental jig. The problem is, she knew nothing about him. But she could find out. Or better, ask Virat? He had met the trainer a few months back….

Oh.. I feel bad for Samrat yaar. Poor guy. Please give him a happy ending later. 😊

Oh god!!!! This was amazing as always!!!👏

So intelligent haa... So that's why the trainer is also named as Shiva😳🤣🤣.... Poor Sammy boy!!

Sai bai thinking to ask Virat.... Ye banda gussa hoga pakka😆....Ek min he was nuzzling into her neck... Sairat confessed!?🤩 So lovely!!

Thank u for tagging!!! Can't wait to read what's next

Shiva, shiva confusion

Poor Sammy🥺

Karishma as always is Dado Sutto❤️

SaiRat are now a normal couple but Pakhi didi still didn't move on

Waiting for next update