Kumar Apartment Season 2 Part 68 Beti Ki Masti Mein Papa Ki Fantasy
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Narrated by Swati
Hi, main Swati. Episode 43 mein aaplogo ne dekha ki kaise maine dubara apne papa ko lubhane ka khel shuru kardi. Maa se chup chup kar papa ke sath badmashiya karne mein mujhe kafi maza aa rahi thi.
Mujhe ye pata chal gaya ki mujhe shorts mein dekh mere papa ko halki uttejna hui thi. Ye baat mere mann mein ghull gayi hai. Ab main aur zyada aur har maoke par apne papa ke sath masti mazaak mein lagi hui thi.
Dopahar ke khane ke beech bhi kai baar meri nazar papa par thi. Par maa ke hone ke karan main koi badmashi bhari harkat nahi kar rahi thi. Khana khane ke baad main apne room ko chali gayi.
Kuch 20 minute baad jab main room se bahar nikli to dekhi ki maa kahi ja rahi thi. Papa living room mein baithe TV dekh rahe the.
Main maa ko poochi: Aap abhi kaha ja rahe ho?
Maa tana marti hui boli: Tumhare tarah nahi jo bas apne bistar par hi padi rahe. Main Mishra aunty ke yaha ja rahi hun, kaam hai.
Main bhi chidti hui boli: Agar main kahi jaun bahar to das sawaal to aap bhi karti ho aur pura pahad utha leti ho.
Maa chidti hui bina kuch bole ghar se nikal jaati hai. Tab main darwaza lock kar living mein baithe apne papa ko dekhi. Woh ab tak mujhe dekh rahe the. Lekin jaise hi main unhe dekhi to woh nazar wapas TV ke taraf le liye.
Main living ko apne papa ke paas gayi aur unke bagal main aith gayi. Papa kuch na bole aur TV par hi nazar lagaye rakhe. Tab main baat chedne ke liye poochi: Waise Amit bhaiya kidhar hai aaj?
Papa: Uska aaj bhi koi interview hai.
Main: Aaj? Kal to kuch nahi bataye woh.
Papa: Haan mujhe bhi aaj subah hi bataya.
Main papa ke baazu par kohni maar kar boli: To matlab main papa ke sath akeli hun ab.
Papa mujhe dekh apne gale se thuk nigal kar bole: Haan, to kya hua?
Woh mujhe dekh rahe the to maine aankh mardi aur boli: Jaise kal raat hum akele the.
Papa nazar wapas TV par lagakar bole: Mmm, to… to kya hua.
Main: Hmm… kuch nahi, bas bol rahi thi.
Papa koi jawaab nahi de rahe the. Mano unhe pata ho ki woh kuch bhi bole main kuch na kuch utpataang hi bolungi.
Main fir unke baanye baah se chipak kar baithi aur boli: Maa kab tak aayegi kuch bataya kya aapko?
Woh bole: Pata nahi bol rahi thi shaam 4 ya 4:30 tak aa jayegi.
Main ghadi ke taraf dekh boli: Hmmm… chalo achcha hai, mujhe mere papa ke sath thoda zyada time milega ab… woh bhi akele.
Papa halke se khaste hue bolte: Akele? Usme kya hai.
Ye kahkar woh mere hatho se apne bazu churaye. Fir mujhe apne seene se satakar pyar se bole: Tumhare liye to mera poora time hai beta.
Main tab sar upar kar bholi aankho ke sath boli: Sachchi?
Papa apne doosre hath se mere gaal ko sahlate hue bole: Haan sachchi.
Main: To na aaj se aap mere kamre mein aake so jao.
Papa achanak se bole: Woh… woh kyu?
Main: Apna poora time dene ke liye, maa ko akele rahne do apne kamre mein, hahaha.
Papa mere naak ko pakad bole: Hat pagali, aise thodi hota hai.
Main: Kyu, kyu nahi ho sakta?
Papa: Nahi nahi, nahi ho sakta.
Main: Kyu, aap hi to bole apka poora time hai mera hai to ab kyu muh pher rahe hai.
Papa: Hahaha, maine waise thodi kaha. Chalo ab TV dekho chup chap.
Papa baat palatna chahte the par main kaha manne wali thi. Main boli: Kyu aap mere sath rahoge to koi pahad toot padega kya?
Papa TV ka remote lekar khud ko wyast dikhate hue bole: Offo, koi pahad nahi tootega.
Main: Haan to kya problem hai?
Papa: Kuch nahi, koi problem nahi hai. Tum ab badi ladki ho bachchi nahi ho.
Main: Haan to badi hun to kya main kya apne kamre mein nangi rahti hun jo aap nahi rah sakte?
Mere is achanak se bole baat par woh hadbadate hue bole: Are, pagali… maine waisa kab kaha.
Main: To? To kyu nahi rah sakte?
Papa: Uff tumhe samjhana mushkil hai.
Main: Samjhaiyena, tabhi to samjhungi.
Papa: Nahi, nahi samjhogi, tumhara badmashi wali dimaag nahi samjhegi, chalo hato.
Aisa kahte hue papa mere kandhe se apna hath hatakar mujhe alag karne lage. Par main bhi ziddi bankar unke seene se apna hath lipat kar chipak kar baith gayi aur boli: Waise bhi papa, aap mere papa hona.
Papa bole: Hahaha, ab kya tumhe us baat par bhi shak hai?
Main: Nahi, agar aap bolo ki main meri maa ki beti nahi hun to manungi par papa to aap hi ho mere.
Papa: Hahaha, kuch bhi. Tumhari maa hi tumhari maa hai aur main hi tumhara papa. Pagal ladki.
Main: To agar aap mere papa ho to…
Main maasoom aankhe banakar boli: To agar main apke samne nangi rahu to bhi kya problem hai waise?
Papa itne hakbaka gaye ke unke hath se unki remote gir padi. Woh hadbadate hue bole: Pro… problem hai, bohut problem hai. Chup raho ab.
Main: Kyu, kya problem hai, aap mere papa hona, aapne koansa mujhe dekha nahi bina kapdo ke?
Papa: Main? Main… maine kab dekha?
Main: Hahaha, jaise ki main to kapde pehanke payda hui thi.
Papa meri baat par hass pade aur bole: Hahaha, pagal, tab tum nanhi si chotu sa baby thi. Ab nahi.
Main jhoot moot ka udaasi shakal banati hui boli: Kyu, main ab aapki nanhi pari nahi hun?
Papa: Are beta, ab tum badi ho gayi ho. Maana main tumhara papa hi hun par jo bhi ho tum ab waise nahi ho.
Main apne hath unke seene se is beech unke kamar ke paas le gayi aur boli: Kyu kyu! Aapko mujhe bina kapdo ke dekh kuch kuch hota hai kya? Hahaha!
Papa: Are baba, tum na ekdam badmash ho gayi ho aur sath hi thodi besharam bhi.
Papa ke muh se mere liye besharam shabd sunn mere andar ek halki si masti phoot gayi.
Main: Main kaise besharam, bataiye to zara?
Papa: Aur nahi to kya? Aise sab baate kar rahi ho.
Main: Waise mere se zyada besharam to aap ho.
Papa neeche mere taraf dekh bole: Kyu? Main kaise?
Main upar unhe dekh apne honto ko dabakar pahle muskurayi aur fir boli: Bataun?
Papa ke mann mein sandeh tha ki main kya bolungi. Par fir bhi unhone poocha: Mmm… haan batao?
Maine apna hath unke god mein lund se thoda upar rakh boli: Aap apne payjame ke andar under wear nahi pehante ho, aur mujhe besharam kahte ho, hahaha!
Meri harkat aur baat par woh ghabrakar uth seedhe peet baithe. mere hath par halke se maar bole: Hat pagal, kuch bhi. Aise nahi karte.
Main: Kyu sach nahi hai kya? Aapne kaha pehna hai?
Woh mere hath ko hatate hue bole: Kuch bhi bolti rahti ho chalo hato.
Woh mujhe mere hath se pakad khud se alag kar diye aur apni janghe satakar baith gaye.
Main unhe chidati hui boli: Huh, khud to besharam bane ghumte hai aur mujhe kahte hai.
Papa: Maine payjama to pehna haina.
Main apni choti dress ke nichle hisse ko pakad besharmi ke sath uthake unhe meri choot se chipki kali panty dikhati hui boli: Dekhiye maine to andar bhi pehni hai aur aap ho yaha jo besharam ho.
Woh seedhe meri choot ke taraf meri panty ko dekhe. Fir aankh meench kar apne hath apne aankho par rakh bole: Uff beta, aise sab nahi karte.
Main ek hath se apni dress rakhi aur fir dusre se unke hath ko pakad unke ankho se hatakar boli: Aap to aise kar rahe hai jaise maine panty bhi nahi pehni ho.
Papa TV ke taraf dekhne lage aur bole: Tum na pagal ho, badi ho gayi par bilkul nadaan ho.
Par main to nadaani ka dhong kar rahi thi. Aur meri nadaani ka natak unke andar sahi asar kar raha tha. Unki dabi jangho ke beech, unke payjame par ek halka ubhaar uthne laga tha. Aur mujhe pata tha ki inhe aur kaise uksana hai.
Main: Waise papa…
Papa achanak se bole: Kuch papa wapa nahi chup chaap baitho ab.
Woh jhut mooth ka gussa dikha rahe the apne awaaz mein.
Main: Offo sunona papa, please.
Papa: Hmm… ab kya hai? Bolo?
Main apni ungli kaatti hui muskurati hui boli: Kal aapne meri panty ko kaha chupaye rakha sara time?
Papa: Chupaye… mujhe to yaad bhi nahi tha. Maine pocket mein rakh li thi fir bhool gaya, baad mein tumhare kamre mein aaya to yaad aaya to tumhe diya wapas.
Main: Achcha… agar maa dekhleti aaj apke payjame mein kisi ladki ki panty to apki halat kharab ho jati hahaha.
Papa: Hahaha, nahi nahi, aisa kuch nahi hota.
Main: Kaise. sochiye agar aapke office jane ke baad apke payjame ko maa dhone lejati to?
Papa: Woh main apne office baag mein rakh le gaya tha. Mujhe bhi darr tha usi baat ka aur tum utthi nahi thi us waqt wapas dene ke liye.
Main unki baat sun hass padi aur fir boli: To matlab aap meri panty ke sath pura waqt sath rahe.
Papa: Kya karu majboori thi.
Main chidaati hui boli: Majboori ya… pasand aa gayi meri panty, hahaha.
Papa muskurate hue bole: Hat, kuch bhi. Mujhe kyu pasand aayega?
Main bhawro ko uthakar boli: Kya pata, mmmm… shayad woh meri pehni hui panty thi to… usi liye shayad…
Papa ke muh mein kuch bolne ko tha hi nahi. Woh meri baat ko nazar andaaz karne ki koshish mein bole: Aisa kuch nahi hai. Tum ab kuch bhi mat bolo.
Papa uthne lage sofe se to main unke seene ko pakad dabakar wapas baithakar boli: Kaha chale?
Papa: Bas apne room ja raha tha.
Main: Kyu?
Papa: Tum bohut pareshaan kar rahi ho hahaha, usi liye.
Main: No, main nahi jane doongi.
Mujhe pata tha ki papa mujhse peecha chura ke bhaagne ke firaak mein hai.
Papa: Are jane dona mujhe, chalo choro.
Main: No, yahi baithiye.
Papa tab bhi zor lagakar uthne lage, aur waise bhi papa ke barabar to meri takat bhi nahi ki unhe pakad ke roku.
Woh uthte hue bole: Tum yahi raho, main jakar aata hoona, chodo.
Par mujhe pata tha ki unhe kaise wapas baithana hai. Main pahle unke kamar ko pakadi aur fir jaan boochkar hath seedhe unke payjam ke samne unke lund par dabochi.
Unka lund payjame ke andar tann chuka tha. Shayad meri baato ka asar tha. Main unke lund ko kapde ke upar se pakad dabati hui unhe wapas sofe par kheech boli: Baithiye yaha, nahi jaane dungi.
Papa kuch bol hi nahi paaye. Us ek pal mein maano unki duniya palat gayi thi. Woh chup chap waise hi aadha khade rahe aur fir turant wapas baith gaye. Shayad unhone socha ki main hath hatalungi. Par main nikli badmaash.
Waise hi payjame ke sath unke tane akaar ko apni naazuk hatho mein pakad unhe dekh boli: Hmmm aise hi baithe rahiye, nahi chorne wali ab main.
Papa: Chalo ab choro baith gaya na wapas.
Main: Nahi, kahi aap bhaag gaye to. Main pakdi rahungi aapko… aise hi.
Papa: Offo, choro beta.
Main kafi dheere se kapde ke beech unke lund ko upar neeche dheere dheere sahlakar boli: Kyu, main nahi chorne wali ab.
Papa to maano honto ko dabakar baith gaye mano unke paas kahne ko kuch mill hi na raha ho ya fir… ya fir unhe maza aa raha tha. Woh wapas TV ke taraf dekh rahe the aur main wapas unke seene par sar rakh baith gayi. Par apni hath unke lund ke upar se nahi chori.
Dheere dheere main apne hatho ko hilati hui kabhi unke lund ko upar aur fir wapas neeche ko sahlati hui unhe aur zyada uttejit karne lagi. Seene par rakhi mere sar par saaf ehsaas ho rahi thi ki kaise unka dill ab tezi se dhadak raha tha.
Sath hi kabhi kabhi unka tana hua sakt lund paijame ke andar se hi meri hatheli par jhatka mar jata. Kuch der baad main bhi samajh gayi ki papa ab mujhe shayad mana nahi karenge.
To maine apni hath thodi si unke lund ko upar neeche sahlane to kabhi dabane lagi. Waise sach kahu to papa ke lund ka akaar mujhe bhi uttejit kar rahi thi. Ek taraf se ye sochna ki kabhi isi lund ne mujhe banaya tha. Woh baat mere andar alag si masti bikher rahi thi.
Unke lund ko sahlate hue ye soch rahi thi ki isi lund ne kabhi meri maa ko chodh kar mujhe banaya tha. Ye soch mere rag rag mein ichcha bada rahi thi. Woh ichcha ki ek baar ise apni aankho se dekh paaun, ek ichcha ki ise apne muh mein le saku.
Papa to maano pathar ban gaye the. To sochi ki ab main hi kuch bolu. Main upar unko dekh poochi: Papa?
Woh tab mujhe neeche dekh bole: Mmmm
Bas ek “mmmm”, mann hi mann mein has padi ki bechare papa ke paas kahne ko sachme shabd nahi the.
Main halki muskaan ke sath boli: Ye aapka ye…. itna bada kyu hai?
Papa aankhe phaad mujhe dekhne lage ki maano maine koi bawandar hi pooch liya ho.
Papa: Ka… kya? Kya bada?
Tab maine neeche ko dekh unke lund ko payjame ke sath pakad kheech boli: Ye papa, apka ye itna bada kyu ho gaya.
Unhone turant mere hath ko pakad usse hata liya aur bole: Offo, tum na kuch zyada hi pooch rahi ho. Hatao hath.
Main: Kal raat bhi woh aise hi bann gaya tha, bataiyena kyu.
Papa: Kal raat, kal kab?
Main: Offo papa… jaise ki apko pata nahi, bhole mat baniye.
Papa: Bholi to tum ban rahi ho. Kuch bhi pooch leti ho.
Tab main papa ke taraf mud kar baith gayi aur boli: Dekhiye mujhe pata hai. Kal raat bhi mujhe pata chal raha tha ki kaise apka woh bada ho gaya mere pakadne se, ab aap chupao mat.
Papa bas mujhe ek baar dekhe aur wapas TV dekhne lage ya fir dekhne ka natak karne lage.
Main: Aap kyu itna sharma rahe hai. Koi to hai nahi aur, to batane mein kya ja raha hai. Waise bhi mere papa se hi to pooch rahi hun, kaonsa kisi aur ladke se pooch rahi hun.
Papa: Tumna bohut zyada pagal ho gayi ho. Mujhe nahi batana ye sab.
Main muh phulati hui boli: Ok mat bataiye, main Amit bhaiya se pooch lungi.
Papa ghabrate hue bole: Nahi nahi, pagal usse mat poochna ye sab.
Main: Kyu main to poochungi, aapko to batana nahi haina, main unhi se poochungi.
Mujhe pata tha ki papa se ye baat hazam to door aisa kuch hone ke bare mein socha bhi nahi jayega. Ki main is bare mein Amit bhaiya se poochu. Aisa to koi bhi papa apni beti ke liye nahi sochega aur yahi hua.
Papa: Dant padegi ab tumhe, kisi aur se ye sab nahi poochna.
Main: To bataiye, aap bataiye warna main Amit bhaiya se hi poochungi.
Papa mathe par sar rakh bole: Offo, ok bataunga par ye galat hai.
Main: Papa, aapke saath mujhe kuch galat nahi lagega aap batao. Saari duniya mein main aapko sabse kareeb maanti hun, aap batao ab.
Papa kuch second chup rahe mano woh bolna to chahte hai par bol nahi rahe.
Main wapas unke kareeb hokar baithi aur seedhe apna baaya hath unke payjame par rakhne gayi. To woh mere hath ko pakad bole: Are… hath hatao.
Main: Aap bata nahi rahe to sochi main zara hath lagake dekhu.
Papa lambi saans chorte hue bole: Huffff… par ye baat kabhi koi aur na jane… samjhe.
Main: Hmmm ok papa, promise.
Papa: Woh usko hath lagane se woh bada hota hai thora.
Main: Thora? Ye thora hai?
Papa: Are matlab, dekho jawab pe sawal mat karo, warna nahi bataunga.
Main: Ok ok, nahi poochungi. Aap batao.
Papa: Woh… use koi hath lagaye na to woh kuch hota hai aur woh thora bada ho jata hai.
Main mann hi mann hass rahi thi ki papa kitne ghabra rahe the aur kya ulta seedha jawaab de rahe the. Woh idhar udhar dekh bolne ko jawaab dhoond rahe the. Jab main hath badayi aur seedhe unke payjame par unke tane ubhaar ko pakadti hui unke lund ko apne hath mein le li.
Woh achanak se uchal pade aur bole: Offo… pakdo mat choro.
Par is baar woh apne hath se mere hath ko nahi pakde. Shayad unke mann mein tha ki main pakdi hi rahoon aur choru nahi. Main use pakad dheere se uske akaar ko apne hath main naapti hui boli: Agar ye thora bada hua hai to kya normaly aapka isse bass kam bada hota hai?
Papa: Huffff! Ab kya batun tumhe. Use choro bhi.
Main unke lund ko chori aur apni janghe thodi si phailaayi. Fir apni baanyi hath se apni dress ke nichle hisse ko upar utha kar rakhi. Fir dusre hath se unke hateli ko pakar apni panty ke upar apni choot par rakh boli: Aap bhi choo kar dekho.
Papa turant apana hath kheech liye. Par main choori nahi aur unki hath pakad kheech unki ungliyo ko panty ke upar se ragadti hui boli: Aap to bachcho jaise sharma rahe hai papa. Main aapki chuyi na… to aap bhi chuo meri.
Papa ab bhi hath wapas kheech rahe the to main boli: I promise papa, main kisi ko nahi bataungi.
Tab shayad unhe thodi rahat mili aur woh apna hath kheechna band kar diye. Main unke hath ko apni choot par rakh chor di. Woh apni ungli wahi rakhe rahe par bilkul na hilaye. Ye ek pal hum dono ki zindgi badalne wali thi, mere hath mein unka lund tha aur unki ungliya meri choot par.
Lekin dono hi kapdo ke upar se.
Main: Papa… ek cheez maangu aapse?
Papa: Ab kya?
Main honto ko kaat boli: Mujhe dekhna hai.
Woh aankhe phaad mujhe dekhne lage aur bole: Nahi nahi, bilkul nahi.
Mujhe pata tha ki unhe kaise manana hai. Main sofe se neeche utari aur fir unhe peet dikhakar khadi ho gayi, sar ghumakar unhe dekhi to woh pooche: Ab kya karne ja rahi ho?
Main unhe waise hi palat kar dekhti hui apni choti dress ko pakad upar uthaayi. Fir apni panty ko utaarti hui jhuk kar unhe apni nangi gand ka nazara deti hui panty nikal daali.
Papa mujhe dekh bole: Tum… tum kar kya rahi ho?
Main panty ko wahi floor par chor wapas baith boli: Ab aap sharmana band karo aur dikhao mujhe.
Ye kahti hui main apni jangh ko khol apni dress upar ki. Aur unhe apni nangi halki balo wali choot dikhati hui boli: Aap meri dekho aur mujhe apna dikhao.
Papa: Par… par Swati ye galat hai.
Ab tak woh mujhe beta bula rahe the. Ab unke muh se Swati shabd se zahir tha ki unke mann mein kuch badlaao aa raha tha. Main unke hath ko pakad wapas usi tarah unki ungliya meri choot ki halki nami wali honto se lagakar boli: Aap choo kar bhi dekhlo.
Woh shyad ab uttejit ho gaye the. Kyu ki is baar woh apna hath nahi hataye. Aur meri choot ki honto par apni ungliyo se dheere dheere kafi dheere choo kar sahlane lage. Aise ki mano koi bachcha dar darr kar kisi cheez ko choo raha ho.
Main: Chaliye ab mujhe dikhao aap.
Main uth kar apne ghutno par sofe par khadi hui aur apni choot par unki ungliyo ko lagakar boli: Aap meri choo kar dekhiye main aapki.
Nadaan banne ke iss khel ka maza hi kuch aur thi. Bechare papa ki to halat kharab ho rahi thi. Aur ab woh kisi bhi cheez par na nahi kah rahe the. Main waise hi ghutno par rahkar thodi jhuki. Aur neeche hath le jakar unke paijame ke naade ko khol dheela ki aur fir kheech kar neeche ki.
Kisi tanne dande ke tarah unka lund bahar mere taraf uchal pada. Isse dekh main itni romanchit ho uthi ki meri jangho ne unki hath ko meri choot par halke se daba di. Main unke lund ko dekh aise muh banayi mano main kisi lund ko pahli baar dekh rahi hun, main boli: Itna bada!
Papa kuch na bole main unke lund ko apne hath mein leli. Aur alag alag dishao mein ghumati hui use har tarf se dekhne lagi.
Main unke taraf sar ghumakar boli: Papa… apka to bohut bada hai.
Meri is baat par papa ke chehre par ek sharm bhari muskaan aa gayi. Aur woh dheere se bole: Ho gaya na, dekh lina, ab band kare.
Main upni hath apne dress ke andar le gayi. Unka hath jo meri choot par bina hile chipki hui thi use pakad aage peeche hilati hui apni choot par ragti hui boli: Aap bhi achche se choo kar dekhona.
Maine apna hath hatali. Par is baar papa apni ungliyo ko hilate hue meri choot ki honto ka anumaan lagane lage. Main us masti mein unke lund ke chamde ko pakad upar neeche hilane lagi.
Woh bhi dheere dheere apni ungli ki zor badate gaye aur mujhe maza aane lagi. Woh meri shakal ko dekh jaan gaye aur bole: Pata hai Swati, ye galat hai… hame nahi karna chahiye ye.
Main: Shhh… aap mere papa hai, mujhe galat nahi lag raha.
Papa: Haan, tumhara papa hun beta, usi liye ye galat hai. Hame ye bilkul bhi nahi karni chahiye.
Main unke lund ko chor kar seedhi uth khadi hui aur fir ghumti hui boli: Aap bas chup raho… ek aur cheez dikhati hun aapko.
Itna kah kar main unhe ab peet dikhakar ghutno par sofe par thi. Mere paaw unki god mein lund ke paas. Main seedhe aage ko jhuki. Unke taraf apni gand dikhati hui ghutno par kutiya bani aur fir boli: Meri dress uthao.
Woh bina kuch bole mere dress ke nichle hisse ko pakad meri gand se utha kar meri kamar par rakh diye. Main apni ek hath peeche le gayi aur apni gand ko pakad phaila kar apni pyari si choti si gand ki ched dikhakar boli: Ye dekhiye.
Papa meri gand ki ched par dekhte rahe mano kho gaye ho aur tab main boli: Haat lagaiyena.
Papa: Nahi, nahi waha sab nahi.
Main: Please papa, main boli na kisi ko nahi bolungi.
Papa kampte hato ko meri gand ke peeche le gaye. Fir ehsaas hua ki kaise unki sakt ungliya meri mulayam gand ki muh par chhune lagi. Sach kahu to ye maza is duniya mein koi aur nahi de sakta. Bas ye sochne mein hi ki mere apne papa meri gand ko choo rahe the, ye baat mujhe ek alag hi maza de rahi thi. kuch alag hi hota hai.
Kuch second baad main palat kar unhe dekhti hui boli: Ek aur cheez bataun papa apko? Kisi ko aap bhi mat baiyega.
Papa: Kya?
Waise to mere papa the woh aur mujhse zyada jante hi the. Par main unke samne ye nadaan aur masumiyat ka dhong kar kafi kuch pana chahti thi.
Main boli: Mujhe na ek cheez aur pata hai jo aapko bilkul nahi pata.
Papa: Kya?
To be continued.
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