Back after a much busy day... 😭
Still can't be here empty handed...😆Hope all my darling angels are doing well😊Here it is...To help your visual imagination...😆
Originally posted by: Haseena2020
Thanks for the visual treat Shinu... now continue to write something for us naa. good night frm my end.
Hola dearies...as promised finally am back with the last part.😃😳
Better late than never...🤣
This didn't turn out well... still am posting this one to bring back my long lost writing momentum.😭😊
Can definitely expect rotten eggs and tomatoes...😎
Heartfelt apologies for the delay dearies...🤗❤️
Part 2
S: Any ways. Aur khaao aise unhealthy khaana aur phul jaao . Bhaad mein jaaye bloody middle class idiots. (Keep eating such unhealthy stuffs and wander like an overblown balloon, just go to hell you middle class idiots!)😆
She made a grumpy face and continued munching her samosa. Once finishing her business she stealthily wiped her oily palms on his blazer which was placed beside her., Murmuring some taunts. And smiling victoriously over her antics.😆
While munching his energy bar he never missed to look at her through the corner of his eyes.
Another few minutes passed and somehow mr khadoos needed some excuse to taunt the person next to him
S: ahh..ahh...ahem ahem.
He cleared his throat while she ignored him.
S: Excuse me...Miss whatever...do you have a power bank?
She twisted her brows as if chewing a tasteless snack.
M: ke..ke.. baawra ho gaya se? (have you gone nuts) ...bank koi apne jeb mein leke thodi na ghoomega (who will be roaming around with bank in their pockets?). Ameer ho isiliye kuch bhi bolte ho ( you are rich so you would be speaking nonsense?) Aur waise bhi meine sirf ek hi bank mein apna khaata khulvaye hai..woh bhi sau rupiya balance wala. (also, I have opened only one account in a bank that too with min 100 rupee balance)😆
He was flabbergasted and brought back his sarcastic look and unapologetic grin.
S: How on earth you don’t know about power bank??
M: Lo tu ameer hai tere paas bank nahi hota to mhaare paas kahan se hoga? (You are rich and still you don’t have bank and you are asking me?)😆
S: bloody hell. It’s a portable battery used to charge mobile phones and other gadgets. Koi bank wank nahi hai , you fool (not any sort of bank or something)
M: lo abb charger ko bhi bank kehte ho, bawra kahin ka (you would call a charger a mobile, crazy fella).
S: Tum jaise bloody middle class anpad gawar logon se baat karne ka koi fayda nahi hai. Hathi ke tarah khaati hai aur bhais bana phirti hai. (It’s just waste of time to talk to illiterate people like you. You eat like an elephant and look like a buffalo).
{He says with his sarcastic smirk, while she grits her teeth in annoyance.}
M: Abey oh tu kounsa muscle man hai? Suit boot pehna, bakri jaise daadi hai aur ladkiyon ki tarah jhumke bhi pehna rakha hai. ( You don’t seem so strong. You have worn expensive suit, with a beard resembling that of a goat and wearing earrings like girls).
S: what the hell! This is not your bloody jhumka dammit, this is my expensive diamond ear stud..
( He said while pointing his ear, clenching his jaws in anger. She ignores him)
S: pata nahi abb sirf 70% charge se mein kaise handle kar paaunga (Don’t know how am gonna handle today with just 70% charge)
He said in his usual annoying tone , while she looked at him in amuse pitying at him.
M: 70% charge! Hey bajrangbali...itne se toh mein ‘ mandir daud' aur ‘ gussedar chirayya' ke das das level bhi khel leti. (Omg..with this much charge I would have played 10 levels each of these games).
S: Excuse me??? What’s this rubbish and all? Chirayya’, mandir, ..bla bla bla..errr.
M: kaise ullo ho tum ( you are a big fool). Haan woh mandir daud wahi hai jisme ek bande ke peeche tum jaise langoor daudte hain. Aur gussedar chirayya wahi jisse hum marte hain na. (The first game in which a monkey like you chases a man while he is running. And the second one in which we used to hit a bird).
He opens his jaw and almost bulges his eyes out of the socket hearing her.
S: what the hell!!. It’s temple run and Angry bird...you fool..
M: chal angrezi ho ya apni haryanvi..baat toh ek hi haina . Aur kahan mein raat ko jaagke teri neend udane aa jati hoon..ki tu manne baar baar ullu keh raha hai. ( Whatever whether it is english or my dialect the matter is the same right. Also why you keep on calling me an owl, have I ever attempted to wake up whole night and ruin your sleep?).
S: Tum jaise gawaar logon se baat karna hi bekar hai. Tumhari gande joote kehte hai, tumhare class ke baare mein.(It’s just waste of time to talk to fools like you. Your untidy shoes shows your class)
He says while pointing towards her shabby, untidy shoes.
M: Mere joote mere pair me hain tere moo pe nahi laga hua naa. Aur tere jaise jutte ke shringar karke mujhe thodi na iske shadi karwani hai. (Am wearing these shoes and you aren’t wearing it on your face right. By the way, I don’t have any interest in dressing up my shoes like a bride, like you do).
S: Can you stop this bullshit? Moo band rakhne keliye kya loge?(what do you need to keep your mouth shut?)
M: do plate samose aur 10 gol gappe..
S: What the hell!!
M: lo phir shuru ho gaya. Nark mein teri kaunsi chachi rehti hai. (Again you have started. Which aunt of yours resides in hell?).
Again a few minutes of silence persisted as both of them pretended to ignore each other and keenly studied the interior of the lift.
M: Hey bhagwan! Pata nahi abb kaise yahan se nikal paaongi. Pata nahi kis gadhe ka hotel hai yeh, aisa lift kaun banata hai? Sau sau badduwayein lag jaye uss pagal ko. (Oh god, don’t know when I will be able to get out of this fiasco. Am cursing the owner of this hotel a 100 times).
S: Hey...hey you. Kis ko badduaein de rahi ho tum. ...haan.... how dare you? (Whom you are cursing Haan)
He said while pointing his pointer.
M: Arey iss ghatiya hotel ke nikamma Malik ko. Lift ko BHI tijori ki Tarah bandh rakhta hai bawra kahinka. (am cursing the useless owner of this good for nothing hotel. He keeps the lift closed like a cupboard)
S: khabardar tune mere against Kuch aur boli toh (Don’t you dare to accuse me further).
M: Accha Bacchu..tabi toh mein sochun yeh lift bhi Jaise niche jane ke wakt Apne akad dikha rahi hai....bilkul Apne akdu Malik ki Tarah. (That’s the reason why the lift is stuck, showing attitude just like its arrogant boss).
S: Hey you..there is no need of your lecture ok. Bloody hell!
M: nark..nark...chilla chillake...har jagah ko narak bana diya hai iss gadhe ke (this idiot has converted this place to hell...by uttering the same umpteen times). Pata Nahi Ghar pe biwi kaise sehte honge (Don’t know how his wife tolerates him?).
S: What the hell!...kaun biwi...kiske biwi...tumhe dikhayi nahi deta ki mein bachelor hoon.. Delhi’s most eligible bachelor. (whose wife...huh.... can’t you see am a bachelor?)
M: Nahi dikta...Kahan Tere kuware hone ki stamp lagi hai (show me the stamp that indicates you are a bachelor). Aur mein BHI kaise budhu hoon....iski nark vani sunke ladki toh moo dikhayi mein hi behosh hogi.. Shaadi toh door ki baath hai ( what a fool am I, marriage is nowhere in vicinity as the girl would fall unconscious hearing his ‘hell’ chants, even in the first meeting).
S: Hey you bloody middle class, moti bhains kahinki..(you fat buffalo). Bohot der se warn Kar Raha hoon mein. (Have been warning you several times). .
By saying this he gets up while giving her a deathly glare. She gulps saliva for a moment, but simultaneously laughs watching him sniffing his oil smeared blazer..
He immediately throws a glance at her while she stealthily escapes from his gaze.
He nears her and questions her gritting his teeth. Pissed off with his closeness she stamps hard on his ever shining black shoes. Uttering his trademark dialogue, he grabs her wrist. In return she punches hard on his stomach. He unties her pony and pulls her hair. In return she pulls out his hair and twists his ears. She picks up her bag and throws all those stuffs onto him...from her comb to the sachet of chutney. While he equals the score by throwing his blazer and tie. .
Little they knew in the meantime the lift started working and reached its destination. Where all the employees of Shaurya Khanna stood there shivering to hear their boss's infamous lecture. But to their utter surprise they found a 6 feet tall man and chubby girl in her twenties fighting like street dogs..
There stood Mr Shaurya Khanna in his messy hair and stained outfit , embarrassingly greeting his staff and Ms Mehek singh Mann, victoriously blowing her hair..
That's the end..to many more new beginnings...😎😃
Res
Unres...
Thank you so much for this mind blowing update...
Too good shinu🤣.... bakri jaise daadi... jhumka😆
I am laughing like mad.... then mandir daud...gussedar chirayya😆.. where do you get this funny idea...
Full on entertaining 👍
Keep them coming...
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Unres😊
Thanks for the much needed update Shinu🤗🤗. It was like water in the draught... We badly need updates n u updated this one.... This is simply superb update.... Loved their dialogues ....so apt with the characters...bubbly chubby n innocent yet dhakad Mehek with arrogant yet sweet Shaurya khanna🙃😉. I loved it completely n enjoyed reading it. Please do keep this laughter dose coming ...much needed in the hectic days😊😇.please do keep writing😍😘
P.S I hope u r feeling good now.... didnt ask it in morning thread... 😎
Simply Amazing one shine.🤗Tum bahut amazing and supremely talented ho....you know!❤️
waise yeh mandir daud or gussedar chirraya jaisi games ka naam kahan se aaya tumhare iss khurafati dimaag mein😆 but jo bhi hai bahut amazing tha.👏
thank you for keeping the positivity with such super posts.
love and hugs to the sweetest writer❤️
😂🤣😆🤣
Mandir daud aur gussedar chidayya 🤣
Bakri jaisi dadhi aur jhumka😆
Jute ka shingar uski shadi 🤣
mu band rakhne k liye 2 plate samose aur das golgappe 🤣
Nark vani aur nark m chachi🤣
Its HILARIOUS yaar👏u r awesome 👍🏼
Thanks for this laughter dose🤗
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