Kumar Apartment : Season 2 – Part 35 (Kavita Aunty Ke Sath Flirting Ka Maza)
aunty, gaand, lund

Narrated by Rahul Kavita aunty ke sath bathroom mein aaj sabse mast nahana hua. Par woh mere harkato ke karan poori geeli ho chuki thi. Maine to mann mein ye bhi soch liya ki unhe kapde badalte bhi dekhunga par aisa kuch nahi hua. Woh mujhe ulta room se bahar nikal kar door band kar di. Chalo koi baat nahi, samay to sirf 10:40 hi hue the. Kavita aunty ne bataya tha ki maa 1 baje tak hi ayegi aur uspar Bharti bhi nahi aane wali thi dopahar se pahle. To samay to tha hi mere paas par is khel ko aage kaise le jata? Kyu ki Bharti mere room ko lock karke gayi thi to mere paas pehanne ko koi kapde the nahi. To wapas wahi kal wale t-shirt aur short pehan liya aur jakar living room mein baith gaya. Kuch 5 minute baad aunty room se bahar aayi apni waise hi satin ki gown pehan kar. Par ye doosre rang ki thi aur sath hi iske side mein thoda ghutno ke upar tak kata hua tha. Jisse chalte waqt aunty ke ek pair ke ghutne tak ka hissa dikh raha tha. Main unhe living se dekh bola: Looking beautiful. Aunty kitchen ko jaati hui boli: Chal hat, khamakha kapde badalwa diye. Main: To kya hua, ye to pahle wale se bhi badiya hai. Main uth kar kitchen ko gaya to woh adhuri chhodi hui kaam ko wapas karne lagi. Mere liye breakfast banane ka kaam. Mujhe kitchen mein dekh woh boli: Ab yaha kyu aaye, jaao apna kaam karo. Main: Socha aapko akele bore lagega to aa gaya. Aunty: Meri badi chinta ho rahi hai aaj tumhe. Main: Bas aise hi. Aunty: Jao jakar padhayi karo kuch nahi karna to. Main: Mere kitaab mere room mein hai jo Bharti lock kar ke gayi hai. Aunty: Uff, us ladki ko lock karke jaane ki kya zarurat thi. Main: Are acha hua na, tabhi to aapko mujhe nahlane ka maoka mila. Aunty: Ohoho! Jaise ki main mari ja rahi thi tumhe nahlane ke liye. Agar woh lock na karke jati to mujhe itni musibat na uthani padti. Main: Are musibat kaisa? Aunty: Aur nahi to kya? Ab jab Sarika ayegi to woh bhi poochegi ki main kya din mein do baar kapde badalti hun karke. Main haste hue bola: Hahaha! Haan woh to hai. Waise agar woh poochi to kya bologi aap? Aunty roti banane ke belan ko mujhe dikhati hui boli: Main kuch aur bol doongi par tum sochna bhi mat ki ye jo hua sab tum apni mummy ko bataoge. Main: Nahi nahi, ye hamara secret rahega abse. Fir main khada Kavita aunty ko kabhi side se aur kabhi peeche se dekhta raha. Woh roti bel rahi thi aur aise mein unka badan uske hisab se hilta. Unke jhulte boobs unki gown mein dheere se aage peeche jhulti aur sath hi unki kamar bhi. Mann mein soch raha tha ki main Kavita aunty ko peeche se dheere se chodhunga to woh aisi hi hilegi. Fir woh ek roti ko tave pe rakh doosri belna shuru karti. Is beech jab woh roti ko palatne gayi to tave par unka hath laga aur haath jhatke se hati jisse takrakar ek chamach neeche giri. Woh use uthane ke liye jhuki aur wapas seedhi hui. To unke night gown ka kapda unki gand ki daraar mein ghus kar waisi hi rah gayi. Waah kya mast dikh rahi thi. mujhe unke mulayam gand ka poora akar firse dikh raha tha. Mann kar raha tha ki usi daraar mein abhi apna lund ghusa dun. Main apne khayalo mein dooba raha. Uska asar mere shorts mein hone laga. Mujhe pata bhi nahi chala ki mere shorts mein ubhaar banni shuru ho gayi thi. Aunty: Tum kitni roti khaoge? Woh poochi par main kaha sunne wala tha. Main to kuch aur hi duniya mein tha, unki gand ki darar mein chipki unki gown mein mera sara dhyaan tha. Jispar woh palat kar mere taraf dekhi. Fir apni gown ko theek kar boli: Tu… Tum… Tum kitni roti khaoge? Ye kah kar woh mere neeche dekhi aur fir mere shakal ko. Unki nazar ke hisaab se main apne neeche dekha to samjha woh kyu achanak se haklaayi. Tab jakar mujhe mere shorts mein ubhara tent dikha aur apna hath uspar rakh bola: 3 ya 4… 4 kafi hai. Woh mujhe aise hath rakh dekh muskuraayi aur palat kar wapas roti banane la. Thodi der baad boli: Tum kya hamesha aise hi rahte ho? Main: Woh to pata nahi? Aunty: Kya pata nahi? Main: Woh ab samne aise nazare ho to aadmi kya karega? Aunty: Kya matlab. Main poochi tum kya hamesha t-shirt aur short hi pehante ho ghar pe? Main: Oh achaa. Haan yahi pehanta hun aksar. Aunty: Bohut alag alag sochne lag gaye ho. Mujhe pata tha woh aise kyu boli. Tab dekha to woh 4 roti ke baad paanchvi belne lagi to main bola: Are aunty ho gaya na 4. “Aisa thodi na hai ki sirf tumhe hi hamesha bhook rahti hai har cheez ki. Mujhe bhi hai.” Main: Matlab? Aunty: Are, bhook matlab nahi jante kya? Main boli kya sirf tumhe bhook lagi hai. Main nahi khaungi kya? Main: Oh! Aap khaye nahi! Aunty: Isi liye boli, aajkal tum kuch aur hi soch mein pade ho har baat pe. Nahi khayi ab tak. Sochi tumhare sath khaungi warna tumhe akele khana hoga. Pata nahi har baar aunty aise kyu kar rahi thi. Woh sabit kya karna chahti thi. Ek taraf kuch bolkar mujhe waisa sochne par majboor karegi aur fir meri soch ko galat bolegi. Par haan mere andar isbar unke liye pyaar bhi umad pada ki bechari mere liye abhi tak khud nahi khaayi thi. Main unke paas gaya aur unke hath se belan kheechne laga aur bola: Laiye main banata hun. Aunty: Tumhe aati hai roti belna? Main: Aur nahi to kya? Woh belan chhodi aur fir main roti belna laga. Ghanta aata tha mujhe roti banana. Ant mein meri roti Africa ka map ban gayi jispar woh mere hath par cheeti kaat boli: Itne bade ho gaye par ek roti belna nahi aata, chalo hato. Main: Nahi nahi main karta hun na. Aunty mere hath se belan chheenti hui boli: Hato, bas khade khade peeche se dekhna aata hai na, woh hi karo. Woh fir wapas roti khud se belne lagi. Kuch der baad main theek unke peeche jakar unke kandhe se neeche unki roti ko belte dekhne laga to woh boli: Are are! Kya kar rahe ho? Mere shorts mein tana hua lund unki gand par dab gayi aur main bola: Apne hi to kaha na ki peeche se dekhu. Woh hass padi aur boli: Hahaha! Kitne badmaash ho tum. Ek bhi maoka mat chhodo. Mujhe pareshaan karne ki. Woh fir roti belne lagi aur main waise hi unse chipka raha. Aur jaise jaise woh roti belti waise waise unki gand mere lund ko dabati. Ye to unko bhi mehsoos ho hi rahi thi tabhi to woh boli ek bhi maoka mat chhodo. Zahir tha ki unka maoke se matlab kya tha. Shayad unhe bhi mere lund ka unke gand par ragadne se maza aa rahi thi. Fir shayad stove ki garmi ya kuch aur unko garmi lagne lagi. Woh apne samne gown ke gale ko thoda kholkar phook marti hui hawa di.Isse mujhe neeche unke mast cleavage ka nazara ho gaya. Tab main bola: Waise ek baat bolu aunty. Aunty: Haan bolo. Main: Aap jo bhi kaam karo, kaam karti hui kafi khoobsurat lagti ho. Aunty: Hahaha! Achchaaa! Kyu? Main: Pata nahi, par lagti ho, shayad tabhi to aap paseene hoge aur apki gown usse geeli. Hahaha! Kavita aunty halke se apni kamar peeche kar mere lund apne gand se aur thoda dabati hui boli: Haan ab tumhe jawaab dene ki kya zarurat sab to samne hi hai. Main: Kya matlab, boliye? Aunty: Ab tum bade ho gaye ho Rahul, bache nahi rahe, sab samajhti hun main. Unki is baat ne mere lund par ek halki chot de maari jiska jhatka unhe saaf pata chala. Woh achanak se ghumti hui mujhe dekh khadi ho gayi aur fir neeche dekhi aur fir mujhe aur boli: Tum kya hamesha aise hi rahte ho? Is baar firse wahi sawal to maine jawaab diya: Haan bola to main hamesha t-shirt aur short mein hi rahta hun ghar par. Tab woh hath mein pakdi belan se mere shorts mein tane lund ko dabati hui boli: Tumhari nahi iski baat kar rahi hun ab. Isbaar unke aise karne aur kahne se mere andar aag daud gayi aur main bola: Woh… woh to… Tab aunty wapas palat kar roti belne lagi aur boli: Issi liye boli, ab tum bade ho chuke ho. Main kuch nahi dekhne gaya. Unke peeche se unhe gale lagate hue apne hath unke paet se lapeta aur peeche se apna lund aur thoda zor se unki gand par dabaya. Bola: Par aap to meri wahi aunty hona jise main bachpan se janta hun. Waisi hi khoobsurat aaj bhi. Aunty ne mujhe hataya nahi aur boli: Pahle to kabhi tumne aisa nahi kaha mujhse. Main: Pahle kabhi aisa maoka nahi mila na. Aunty: Kaisa maoka? Main: Aisa, ki bas aap aur hum ho, warna sab mera mazaak udate na. Aunty mere is baat se sahmat thi kyu ki bachpan se aaj tak hum dono sachme kabhi bhi akele nahi hue. Hamesha Bharti ya Teena didi ya fir koi bade sath hote the. Woh boli: Haan haan woh to theek hai par akelepan ka kuch aur irada mat banana. Main: Agar banaya to? Aunty kuch na boli bas chup chap roti belne lagi to main firse poocha: Bolona aunty, agar banaya to? Aunty: Kya irada banaoge? Main: Aapke khoobsurati ki tareef karne ki, achche tareeke se. Aunty: Itni khoobsurat lagti hun kya tumhe main? Main: Haan, bohut. Aunty ko saaf mehsoos ho rahi thi ki unki baato ka mere lund par kya asar ho raha hai. Woh boli: to kaise karoge meri khoobsurati ki tareef, batao. Main: Waise hi jaise film ka hero apni heroin ka karta hai. Aunty: Hahaha! Pagal. Woh mujhe apne se hatayi aur boli: Chalo ban gayi roti, ab woh karte hai jo tumhare uncle karte hai mere sath. Main ye sun khushi ke mare saatve aasmaan mein pahunch gaya. Dekha woh 2 plate mein subah banayi curry nikalne lagi aur boli: Tumhare uncle bhi subah breakfast karte hai, mere khane ki tareef karte hai aur fir apne kaam ko nikalte hai. Chalo tum bhi wahi karo. Unhone mere hath mein meri plate pakdayi aur boli: Lo jakar khana khao aur apna kaam karo, bhago! Yaar ye kya tha, mere khade lund pe danda ho gaya. Main plate liye wahi unhe dekh apne toote armano ke sath khada raha. Woh peeche mood kar mujhe dekh boli: Hahaha! Jao khana khao pahle. Idiot bache. Main lamba saans liya aur fir dining room ko jakar baith gaya. Thodi der baad aunty bhi apna plate lekar mere sath aakar baith khane lagi. Tab maine baat chedi: Kya sachme uncle yahi karte hai? Tab aunti khana khati hui boli: Tumhare uncle mujhse 7 saal bade hai. Abhi woh 50 ke hai. Humari shadi ke kai saal baad Bharti hui thi. Tumhare aane se ek sal pahle. Kafi complication tha, hum dono mein. Waise tumse ye sab nahi kahni chahiye. Main: Complication kisme tha, mere hisaab se to uncle mein hi hoga. Aunty: Woh kyu? Main: Aur nahi to kya woh hi budhe ho rahe hai. Aapko dekhne se to aisa lagta hai jaise ki aap ab bhi ek aur shadi kar sakti ho. Aunty has padi aur boli: Hahaha! Pagal ho tum, mujhe khush karne ke liye kuch bhi bol dete ho. Main: Lo sach ki to koi keemat hi nahi rahi ab. Aunty: Zyada mat bolo. Pata nahi kya kya chal raha hai tumhare mann mein, kahi tumhe koi paise ki to zarurat nahi jo tum mujhe itna makhan laga rahe ho? Main: Kya aunty, aap mujhe aisa samajhti ho kya? Paise chahiye hote to main seedhe maang leta aapse. Aunty: Oho! Main kya Reserved bank dikhti hun tumhe? Main: Hahaha! Bas bato bato mein bola, waise na hi mujhe aapse paise chahiye aur na kuch bas jo sach tha bol diya. Aunty: Kya? Kya sach hai? Aunty firse poochi to main samajh gaya ki aunty ko apni tareef dubara sunne ki chahat hai, to maine kaha: Yahi ki aap kafi khoobsurat ho aur ab bhi jawaan dikhti ho. Aunty: Kuch bhi, hmmm. Kuch bhi. Main: Are nahi aunty sachchi, aap to meri mom se bhi jawaan lagti ho. Aunty: Hahaha! Woh to sabse bada jhoot hai, Sarika kafi achchi dikhti hai, main to uske samne kuch bhi nahi. Main: Are aapko sach batata hun, meri maa bas chamak dhamak hai. Cosmetics aur modern dress, bas wahi hai. Uske alawa natural kuch bhi nahi. Par aapko dekho. Meri baato ka asar aunty par pad rahi thi. Unke gaal sharm se gulabi ho rahi thi aur honto par dabi muskaan bhi le rahi thi. Aunty: Mujhme kya natural hai, aunty lagti hun. Aur waise bhi mujhe utna zyada modern kapde aur cosmetic ki aadat nahi. Mere hisse ka bhi bharti khud kar leti hai. Main: Haan wahi to, Bharti aur mom to bas banawati chamak hai. Par aap natural lagti ho bina kisi makeup ke. Aunty: Hahaha! Ab bas bhi karo, mujhe Sarika ke sath mat tolo tum. Mujhe pata hai ki woh kafi khoobsurat hai aur main nahi, chahe tum jitna bhi banakar bol lo. Main: Ab main aapko kaise bataun. Waise jao aajse main apko aunty nahi kahunga. Main: To? To kya bologe? Main: Naam se bulaunga. Aunty: Maar padegi tumhe. Main tumse kafi badi hun Rahul. Main chidta hua bola: Khaak badi ho. Aapko ek salah dun. Kuch saal baad jab Bharti ko ladke dekhne aayenge to aap thoda kam sajiyega. Aunty muskurati hu boli: Kyu? Main: Kahi dekhne aaye ladke ko Bharti ki maa na pasand aa jaye. Aunty meri baat sun has padi aur boli: Tum na kuch bhi bol dete ho. Main: Sachi, aap kabhi kuch modern pehanke dekhna fir dekho, duniya palat doge aap. Meri baat sun aunty kuch sochne lagi aur fir unke shakal pe muskaan aa gayi. Main: Kya hua, aisa kya soche aap jo chor jaise muskura rahe ho? Aunty: Hahaha! Kuch nahi, mujhe modern nahi banna, tum ab bas karo aur apna khana khao. Main: Aap baat mat badlo, apko maan na hi padega ki aap apni umar se kafi kam lagti ho. Pata nahi aunty ko patane ke liye main kya kya kahaniya jhaad raha tha. Meri baat par woh boli: Achcha maanli, ab bas karo aur khao chup chaap. Main: Iska matlab aap maanti ho bas zahir nahi karna chahti. Aunty: Aisa kuch nahi hai, tum phaltu ki baate kiye ja rahe ho usi liye boli. Main: Kya kare, kya kalyug hai, sach bolo to logo ko phaltu baat lagti hai. Aunty: Offo! Ab bass bhi karona. Aunty ne bas karo bolto di par unke chehre par sharmo bhari muskaan bhi thi. Main: Achcha chalo, jao aap na ek number ki buddhi ho. Aunty hasti hui boli: Hahaha! Ok. Main: 80 saal ki buddhi bhi aapse zyada jawaan khayalaat rakhti hai, aur ek aap bekaarrrrr. Maine bekaar thoda kheech kar bola. Chahta tha ki unhe meri baat thodi chubhe aur aisa hi hua. Kyu ki ab unke chehre ki muskaan dhundli padne lag gayi thi. Aunty: Achcha baba ok ok, main buddhi. 80 nahi 100 saal ki. Main: Haan, tabhi to uncle aapme koi interest nahi lete ab aur khamakha uncle ki umar 50 bol rahi hai. Aap hi buddhi ho unke samne. Aunty ko is baar meri baat thodi chubh hi gayi aur boli: Hello, utni bhi budhi nahi hun. Main: Achcha! Aap hi to boli abhi ki aap 80 nahi 100 ki ho. To matlab uncle to jawaan hi hue apke samne to shayad usi liye woh aap par kuch dhyan nahi dete ab. Aunty: Bas bas! Bohut hua. Main unse to jawaan hi hun. Woh hi budde hai. Main: Naah main nahi manta, aap mein ab woh baat rahi nahi, aap to 100 saal ki buddhi hona. Aunty: Konsi baat? Aur 100 saal aise hi boli, gussa mat dilao ab mujhe. Aunty ab sangharsh kar rahi thi apni pehchaan ke liye ki unme jawaani ab bhi hai aur yahi main chahta tha. Main: Huh, achcha to bataiye ki uncle ne aapko akhiri baar kab kiss kiya tha. Aunty apne plate mein padi ek muttor ke dane ko mujh par phek boli: Are are, ye sab tum nahi pooch sakte. Main muh khol kar unke pheke muttor ko pakad liya aur bola: Offo aunty, ab main bachcha nahi jo ek kiss par baat kar nahi sakta. Batao kab kiya. Aunty: Par main to tumhari aunty hun na. Maine tab sahi maoka dekh bola: Wahi to aunty ho usi liye KISS ki baat kar raha hun warna ab tak apko 100 kisses de chuka hota. Aunty ko ispar gussa na aaya aur woh hass padi. Main samajh gaya ki aunty aur meri baat bann sakti hai agar aage sahi pasa pheka to. Aunty: Kiss… Mujhe? Tum na pagal hogaye ho, kal raat sofe pe sokar tumhara dimaag kharab ho gaya hai, hahaha! Main: Sofe pe sone se nahi aapko dekh ke pagal ho gaya hun. Aunty: Tum mere sath flirt kar rahe ho kya? Main: Kyu, nahi kar sakta kya? Aunty: Ab tum pitne walo ho, main tumhari aunty hun Rahul, tumhari bua. Tumhari school friend nahi. Main: Hahaha! To matlab aap manti ho ki agar aap meri aunty na hoti to main apse flirt kar sakta hun. Aunty: Are, maine kab aisa kaha. Main: Abhi to boli, main aisa nahi kah sakta, aap meri aunty ho bla bla bla. Kitpit-kitpit. Aunty firse hassi aur boli: Sarika ko aane do batati hun main ki Rahul ko college nahi shadi karwa de karke. Main: Are ek kiss ki baat aur flirt karne ki itni badi saza? Aunty apna plate uthayi aur khadi hoti hui boli: Tumse mujhe behas nahi karna. Main chali. Aunty plate uthakar seedhe kitchen ko chali gayi. Mere plate mein meri aadhi roti bachi hui thi. Jise ek hi niwale mein muh mein thusa aur plate lekar main bhi kitchen ko chala gaya. Kitchen mein aunty apni plate dho rahi thi. Main unke peeche gaya aur unke peeche satte hue plate de kar bola: Ye lo, meri plate. Woh dubara ghabra gayi aur boli: Tum hamesha aise hi karoge kya, aise daraya mat karo. Mera seena unke peet se aur mere short mein daba lund unki gand se sat rahi thi. Ye baat hum dono jante the lekin woh is bar aisa kuch nahi boli ki main hatu. Main waise hi chipka hua bola: Khud to dialogue marti ho ki aap bohut badi ho aur bacho ke tarah darne ka naatak karti ho. Aunty mere hath se plate li aur use dhoti hui boli: Haan tum to abhi bhi bachche hona, khud ki plate bhi nahi dho sakte. Unse is tarah chipke rahne aur sath hi unke ispar kuch na karne ke karan mere lund ne apni neeyat dikhani shuru kar di. Aur dheere dheere apne akar mein aane laga. Main inki gand par dabaaw dene laga taaki unhe bhi pata chale ki neeche kuch chubh raha hai unhe. Main: Bachcha nahi ab main. main bada hun aap hi bachchi jaise darte ho aur buddhi jaisi baate karte ho. Mujhe saaf mere short ke andar mere lund par unki gand ka dabaaw mehsoos ho raha tha. To yakeenan unhe bhi pata to chal hi raha hoga. Par unhone uspar koi jhijhak na dikhayi aur boli: Haan woh to hai, ki tum ab kafi bade ho gaye ho. pata to chal hi rahi hai mujhe. Main samajh gaya unke baat ka kya matlab tha. To apne kamar ko aage badakar unki gand par lund achche se dabate hue bola: Kya, kya pata chal raha hai, boliye? Aunty: Yahi ki tum bade ho gaye ho, aur kya? Maine apna kamar dheere se peeche liya. Fir dubara dheere se apna lund chubaate bola: Aap seedhe seedhe kyu nahi bolte kuch. To ispar aunty sar mudakar mujhe dekh boli: Jaise ki tum to bade seedhe ho jisse seedhi baat karni hogi. Main: Haan kyu? Main seedha nahi hun to kya teda hun? Aunti wapas plate dhoti hui boli: Tumhara to pata nahi par. Seedha to ho hi raha hai kuch. Main mann hi mann khush hone laga ki shayad aunty jald hi line par aa jayegi. Ab woh dohre matlab se mere seedhe hote lund ke bare mein bol rahi thi. Main bhi maoka gawana nahi chahta tha aur bola: Aap hi ke karan to main itna seedha ban raha hun. Warna to jalebi ke jaise teda hun. Aunty hasti hui apni kamar peeche dabayi aur mere lund ko dabati hui boli: Sab pata hai mujhe. Tum kitne seedhe ho aur kitne tede. Main bhi aage ki or apni kamar dabate hue apna lund unki gand par achche se daba dala is baar. Aur bola: Mujhe bhi pata hai ki aapko bhi sab pata chal hi rha hai. Aunty: Kya matlab? Main: Yahi ki main kitna seedha hun. Aunty bartan dho ke wapas rakhi. Mere lund ko apni gaand se ragadti hui dabakar mujhe thoda peeche hatakar boli: Chalo chalo ab hato, ho gaya mera kaam. Woh jaise hi palti to unki nazar seedhe mere short par gayi. Jaati bhi kaise nahi, mujhe bhi nahi pata tha ki mera lund itna zyada tann chuka tha ki short mein tent banye samne ko khada tha. Woh neeche dekh mujhe wapas aur boli: Chalo jao apna kaam karo ab. Sara seedhapan bahar aa raha hai tumhara. Main muskurata hua bola: Aapki konsi chupi hui hai? Woh mere baat par seedhe apne seene par dekhi aur apne nighti par nazar dali. Unki nipple nokili hokar kapde par kante ki tarah ubhari hui thi. Woh jhat se apna hath seene par rakh boli: Pagal, mujhe aise mat dekh, idiot. Jao ab yaha se. Main koi jaldbaazi nahi karna chahta tha. Isi liye apne short ke pocket mein hath dala aur andar se apne tane lund ko pakad dabate hue gana gate hue kitchen se jane laga: Jo haal dil ka, idhar ho raha hai, woh haal dil ka, udhar ho raha hai. Mere peeche peeche aunty hasne lagi aur boli: Hahaha! Bhago jaldi, jao jake padhayi karo warna sara gana nikal dungi tumhara. Main ispar kitchen se nikalte hue gaya: A B C D padli bohut, achchi baate karli bohut, thandi aahe bharli bohut, ab karunga tere sath… Gandi baat, gandi gandi gandi gandi gandi baat. Mere nautanki pe aunty kitchen mein zor zor se hasne lagi. Main wapas living mein aa kar baith gaya. Ek baat to main janta tha ki aurat ko kabhi bhi dabaaw nahi deni chahiye. Thoda time lagakar araam se patana chahiye aur ab aunty ke sath yaha tak to pahunch hi gaya tha main. Bas ab aage sahi khel khelna tha aur aunty khood mere liye taiyaar ho jaayegi. To be continued.