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Huma aur 5 rupe ki kurkure
Collage me Huma ka din kaafi thakavat bhara tha. Auto se utar kar woh ghar ke raaste chal rahi thi, tabhi uski nazar ek dukaan par padi. Pet me gurgurahat aur gale me sookha tha. "Ek chhota sa snack toh banta hai," usne socha.
Dukaan par jaake usne tez awaz me bola, “Bhaiya, ek kurkure aur ek fruti dena.”
Dukaandaar, jo akhbaar pad raha tha, usne aankh utha ke dekha aur smile karte hue bola, “Ji madam, abhi laya.”
Huma ne packet phada aur fruti ka straw ghusa kar gol gol ghoomte hue pina shuru kar diya. Snacks khatam karte hi, dukaandaar counter pe khada ho gaya.
“Madam, 15 rupaye,” usne demand kiya.
Huma casually boli, “Arrey, bhag thodi rahi hoon. Ruko zara.” Usne apna purse khola, aur tabhi uska chehra uttar gaya. Purse bilkul khali tha, ek rupaye ka sikka tak nahi.
“Bhaiya… wo…” Huma ki awaaz dheemi pad gayi. “Paise nahi hain abhi.”
Dukaandaar ki aankhein chamak uthi. “Madam, toh ab kya karein? Dukaan udhaar pe nahi chalti.”
Huma ruansi si dikhi, “Main kal de jaungi, promise.”
Dukaandaar ne thoda shaatir smile kiya, “Aap dukaan ke andar chalke baat karte hain.”
Huma kuch samajh nahi paayi, lekin majboor thi, toh andar chali gayi.
Andar ek chhoti si storage room thi, jahan cartons aur almirah the. Dukaandaar andar aate hi darwaza band kar ke bola, “Dekhiye madam, aap kaafi sundar hain. Paise ki tension mat lijiye, ek deal karte hain.”
Huma ne confuse ho kar poocha, “Kaisi deal?”
Dukaandaar ne dheere se uske paas aate hue kaha, “Aap ke liye sab free ho sakta hai, bas ek chhota sa ‘kaam’ karna hoga.”
Huma ka chehra laal ho gaya, “Bhaiya, aap kya keh rahe hain?”
Dukaandaar ne ek halki si hansi ke saath jawab diya, “Madam, samajhdar ke liye ishaara kaafi hai.”
Huma sharm aur shock ke maare chup thi. Lekin uske mann me ek thought aya: “Sirf 15 rupaye ke liye itni naatak-baazi?!” Majboor ho kar usne bola, “Theek hai, par jaldi khatam karna.”
Us harami dukaandar ne jaldi se Huma ke pyajami kholi, aur apne pant se lund nikal, wo apne hi dukaan se utha ke condom chadaya, aur aage badh Huma ki chut pe thuka, aur huma ki chikni chut ko niharate hue kaha, "Saali pehli dafa aisi chikni chut se pala pada hai", Huma thode gusse me aankh dikha ke kehti hai, "Jaldi karo sale, pura din nahi hai mere paas", Uspe dukaandaar apne hath pe thukata hai, aur hath aage badha Huma ki chut pe thuk lagate hue bolata hai, "Kar raha hun maharani, kaisi aurat hai shali tu, koi sharam laaj hai ki nahi", Ispe gusse hota hue Huma apna hath aage badha ek joddar thapaaas dukandar ko raseed deti hai, "Madarchod pehle tu mera fayada utha raha hai, upar se tere ko sharam haya chahiye", Ispe dukaandar ka lund akad gaya, aur wo Huma ka pair faila uske chut pe apna lund daal deta hai.
Dukaandarr Huma ko Kareeb 10 minute chodata hai aur phir Huma apni chut me phasi condom nikal phek aur apni pyajami upar kar muh chipa wahan se nikal jaati hai.
10 minute baad, Huma wapas dukaan se bahar nikli, thoda pareshan aur embarrassed thi. Ghar jaate waqt usne casually apne purse ke dusre chain ko khola, aur uski aankhein phat gayi. Wahan 500 ke ek nahi, do note pade the.
Huma ne apna matha thok liya, “Uff, meri kismat! 15 rupaye ke chakkar me kya kya jhelna pada.”
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Us shaam, Huma ghar aayi toh chehre pe ajeeb si tension thi. Farzana, jo uski best friend aur har baat ki mazak udati thi, wahi thi, us se milne aayi hui thi. Dono sofa par bethi chai pi rahi thi, jab Huma ne apni dukaan wali kahani sunaane ka faisla kiya.
Huma (sharmaate hue): "Farzana, sun... kuch batana hai."
Farzana ne apni chai ka cup side me rakha, "Haan, haan, bol na. Kis ke saath kya karke aayi hai is baar?"
Huma (thoda gusse me): "Kuch mat bol. Ekdum serious baat hai."
Farzana (hans kar): "Arrey, tujhe pata hai na, teri ‘serious baatein’ ka matlab hota hai chutiyapa. Chal ab bata."
Huma ne apna chehra haath se dhaka, "Dekh, sab galti se hua, okay? Main dukaan pe gayi thi bas kurkure aur fruti lene."
Farzana (shak bhari nazar se): "Aur wahan se kya, fruti ke saath dukaan waale ki lund bhi pack kara lai kya?"
Huma ne cheekh ke bola, "Farzana, chup kar! Main serious hoon!"
Farzana zor se hansne lagi, "Oh ho, ab serious ka matlab yeh hai ki tu wapas chud gai, hai na?"
Huma (defensive mode me): "Mere paas paise nahi the, okay? Main usse bol rahi thi ki baad me laake doongi, lekin wo..."
Farzana ne beech me kaata, "Haan, haan, wo bol raha hoga, ‘Abhi toh payment advance chahiye, madam.’ Aur tu toh jaise hamesha ready rehti hai. Matlab tujhe dekh ke banda bolega, ‘Aayiye, free ki suvidhaon ka labh uthaiye!’”
Huma ne sharmaate hue bola, "Kuch zyada mat bol, okay? Maine...Usne... condom use kiya tha!"
Farzana ke haath se chai girte girte bachi, "HA! Matlab tu kya karte rehti hai, shali? Arrey, Huma, tu toh pro hai ab. Kaun bolta hai nursing pad rahi hai? Tujhe toh ‘how to sleep for free snacks’ ka doctorate milna chahiye!"
Huma (gusse se): "Chup kar, Farzana! Main waise nahi hoon jaise tu soch rahi hai!"
Farzana (taana maarte hue): "Arrey, waise tu hai hi nahi. Tujhe toh wo bhi bolta hoga, ‘Madam, next time ek poore carton ke liye free ki deal chal rahi hai.’"
Huma ne pillow uthaya aur zor se Farzana ke muh pe maara. Farzana pillow hata ke zor zor se hansne lagi, "Yaar, ek din tera naam ‘kurkure wali chudai’ ke naam se viral hoga!"
Huma ne phir pillow maara aur cheekhi, "Bas kar, Farzana! Waise hi tension me hoon!"
Farzana (haanste hue): "Tension? Chal yeh bata, ghar aane ke baad purse check kiya tha? Ya phir andar 500 ka note wapas mil gaya?"
Huma ne apna chehra chhupa liya, "Tujhe kaise pata?"
Farzana literally floor pe latak ke hansne lagi, "Mujhe kya pata! Tu toh chutiya hai, mujhe pata tha tu pakka kuch ulta karegi!"
Huma (gusse aur sharam me): "Farzana, tu meri dost hai ya dushman?"
Farzana (hansi rokne ki koshish me): "Dost hoon, lekin yaar, tu itni cheap thrills ke liye jaati hai, toh mazaak kaise na karun? Chal, ek baat bata—wo dukaan waala at least cute tha kya?"
Huma ne phir se pillow uthaya, "Tujh se toh baat karna hi bekaar hai!"
Dono thodi der tak pillow fight karte rahe, lekin phir hasi control na kar paayi. Shaam hasi-mazaak aur Farzana ke constant taane maarne ke saath khatam hui, lekin Huma ne decide kiya ki agle din kisi dukaan pe bina paise check kiye kuch nahi kharidega.
Collage me Huma ka din kaafi thakavat bhara tha. Auto se utar kar woh ghar ke raaste chal rahi thi, tabhi uski nazar ek dukaan par padi. Pet me gurgurahat aur gale me sookha tha. "Ek chhota sa snack toh banta hai," usne socha.
Dukaan par jaake usne tez awaz me bola, “Bhaiya, ek kurkure aur ek fruti dena.”
Dukaandaar, jo akhbaar pad raha tha, usne aankh utha ke dekha aur smile karte hue bola, “Ji madam, abhi laya.”
Huma ne packet phada aur fruti ka straw ghusa kar gol gol ghoomte hue pina shuru kar diya. Snacks khatam karte hi, dukaandaar counter pe khada ho gaya.
“Madam, 15 rupaye,” usne demand kiya.
Huma casually boli, “Arrey, bhag thodi rahi hoon. Ruko zara.” Usne apna purse khola, aur tabhi uska chehra uttar gaya. Purse bilkul khali tha, ek rupaye ka sikka tak nahi.
“Bhaiya… wo…” Huma ki awaaz dheemi pad gayi. “Paise nahi hain abhi.”
Dukaandaar ki aankhein chamak uthi. “Madam, toh ab kya karein? Dukaan udhaar pe nahi chalti.”
Huma ruansi si dikhi, “Main kal de jaungi, promise.”
Dukaandaar ne thoda shaatir smile kiya, “Aap dukaan ke andar chalke baat karte hain.”
Huma kuch samajh nahi paayi, lekin majboor thi, toh andar chali gayi.
Andar ek chhoti si storage room thi, jahan cartons aur almirah the. Dukaandaar andar aate hi darwaza band kar ke bola, “Dekhiye madam, aap kaafi sundar hain. Paise ki tension mat lijiye, ek deal karte hain.”
Huma ne confuse ho kar poocha, “Kaisi deal?”
Dukaandaar ne dheere se uske paas aate hue kaha, “Aap ke liye sab free ho sakta hai, bas ek chhota sa ‘kaam’ karna hoga.”
Huma ka chehra laal ho gaya, “Bhaiya, aap kya keh rahe hain?”
Dukaandaar ne ek halki si hansi ke saath jawab diya, “Madam, samajhdar ke liye ishaara kaafi hai.”
Huma sharm aur shock ke maare chup thi. Lekin uske mann me ek thought aya: “Sirf 15 rupaye ke liye itni naatak-baazi?!” Majboor ho kar usne bola, “Theek hai, par jaldi khatam karna.”
Us harami dukaandar ne jaldi se Huma ke pyajami kholi, aur apne pant se lund nikal, wo apne hi dukaan se utha ke condom chadaya, aur aage badh Huma ki chut pe thuka, aur huma ki chikni chut ko niharate hue kaha, "Saali pehli dafa aisi chikni chut se pala pada hai", Huma thode gusse me aankh dikha ke kehti hai, "Jaldi karo sale, pura din nahi hai mere paas", Uspe dukaandaar apne hath pe thukata hai, aur hath aage badha Huma ki chut pe thuk lagate hue bolata hai, "Kar raha hun maharani, kaisi aurat hai shali tu, koi sharam laaj hai ki nahi", Ispe gusse hota hue Huma apna hath aage badha ek joddar thapaaas dukandar ko raseed deti hai, "Madarchod pehle tu mera fayada utha raha hai, upar se tere ko sharam haya chahiye", Ispe dukaandar ka lund akad gaya, aur wo Huma ka pair faila uske chut pe apna lund daal deta hai.
Dukaandarr Huma ko Kareeb 10 minute chodata hai aur phir Huma apni chut me phasi condom nikal phek aur apni pyajami upar kar muh chipa wahan se nikal jaati hai.
10 minute baad, Huma wapas dukaan se bahar nikli, thoda pareshan aur embarrassed thi. Ghar jaate waqt usne casually apne purse ke dusre chain ko khola, aur uski aankhein phat gayi. Wahan 500 ke ek nahi, do note pade the.
Huma ne apna matha thok liya, “Uff, meri kismat! 15 rupaye ke chakkar me kya kya jhelna pada.”
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Us shaam, Huma ghar aayi toh chehre pe ajeeb si tension thi. Farzana, jo uski best friend aur har baat ki mazak udati thi, wahi thi, us se milne aayi hui thi. Dono sofa par bethi chai pi rahi thi, jab Huma ne apni dukaan wali kahani sunaane ka faisla kiya.
Huma (sharmaate hue): "Farzana, sun... kuch batana hai."
Farzana ne apni chai ka cup side me rakha, "Haan, haan, bol na. Kis ke saath kya karke aayi hai is baar?"
Huma (thoda gusse me): "Kuch mat bol. Ekdum serious baat hai."
Farzana (hans kar): "Arrey, tujhe pata hai na, teri ‘serious baatein’ ka matlab hota hai chutiyapa. Chal ab bata."
Huma ne apna chehra haath se dhaka, "Dekh, sab galti se hua, okay? Main dukaan pe gayi thi bas kurkure aur fruti lene."
Farzana (shak bhari nazar se): "Aur wahan se kya, fruti ke saath dukaan waale ki lund bhi pack kara lai kya?"
Huma ne cheekh ke bola, "Farzana, chup kar! Main serious hoon!"
Farzana zor se hansne lagi, "Oh ho, ab serious ka matlab yeh hai ki tu wapas chud gai, hai na?"
Huma (defensive mode me): "Mere paas paise nahi the, okay? Main usse bol rahi thi ki baad me laake doongi, lekin wo..."
Farzana ne beech me kaata, "Haan, haan, wo bol raha hoga, ‘Abhi toh payment advance chahiye, madam.’ Aur tu toh jaise hamesha ready rehti hai. Matlab tujhe dekh ke banda bolega, ‘Aayiye, free ki suvidhaon ka labh uthaiye!’”
Huma ne sharmaate hue bola, "Kuch zyada mat bol, okay? Maine...Usne... condom use kiya tha!"
Farzana ke haath se chai girte girte bachi, "HA! Matlab tu kya karte rehti hai, shali? Arrey, Huma, tu toh pro hai ab. Kaun bolta hai nursing pad rahi hai? Tujhe toh ‘how to sleep for free snacks’ ka doctorate milna chahiye!"
Huma (gusse se): "Chup kar, Farzana! Main waise nahi hoon jaise tu soch rahi hai!"
Farzana (taana maarte hue): "Arrey, waise tu hai hi nahi. Tujhe toh wo bhi bolta hoga, ‘Madam, next time ek poore carton ke liye free ki deal chal rahi hai.’"
Huma ne pillow uthaya aur zor se Farzana ke muh pe maara. Farzana pillow hata ke zor zor se hansne lagi, "Yaar, ek din tera naam ‘kurkure wali chudai’ ke naam se viral hoga!"
Huma ne phir pillow maara aur cheekhi, "Bas kar, Farzana! Waise hi tension me hoon!"
Farzana (haanste hue): "Tension? Chal yeh bata, ghar aane ke baad purse check kiya tha? Ya phir andar 500 ka note wapas mil gaya?"
Huma ne apna chehra chhupa liya, "Tujhe kaise pata?"
Farzana literally floor pe latak ke hansne lagi, "Mujhe kya pata! Tu toh chutiya hai, mujhe pata tha tu pakka kuch ulta karegi!"
Huma (gusse aur sharam me): "Farzana, tu meri dost hai ya dushman?"
Farzana (hansi rokne ki koshish me): "Dost hoon, lekin yaar, tu itni cheap thrills ke liye jaati hai, toh mazaak kaise na karun? Chal, ek baat bata—wo dukaan waala at least cute tha kya?"
Huma ne phir se pillow uthaya, "Tujh se toh baat karna hi bekaar hai!"
Dono thodi der tak pillow fight karte rahe, lekin phir hasi control na kar paayi. Shaam hasi-mazaak aur Farzana ke constant taane maarne ke saath khatam hui, lekin Huma ne decide kiya ki agle din kisi dukaan pe bina paise check kiye kuch nahi kharidega.
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Madhu se badle ki kahani lagi...
Aise hi likhte raho
Huma ko.... Truck driver, autowala, tilakdhari gunde, shopkeeper, dhongi baba ye sab se bhi chudwao..
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Huma aur looser Kabaddi team
Huma ko last kuch dino se lagatar sardard aur cold ka samna karna pada tha. Ghar pe rehkar uska mood aur bekar ho gaya tha, lekin finally jab tabiyat thodi theek hui, toh woh ek hafte baad apne collage pohanchi.
Lekin jaise hi woh campus mein ghusi, usne dekha ki har taraf posters lage hue hain, stalls lage hain, aur log bade joosh ke sath idhar-udhar ghoom rahe hain. Huma ne apni ek dost, Farzana, ko pakad ke pucha, "Yeh sab kya ho raha hai? Aur mere bina kisne permission di itna mast event organize karne ki?"
Farzana (sarcastically): "Kyunki tujhe cold tha, toh poori duniya ruk jayegi kya? Sports meet chal raha hai, Miss 'Update Chhod Diya'!"
Huma (halki si irritation ke sath): "Accha, toh yeh sab khel-kood ke chakkar hai. Mujhe kya lena, chal stalls dekhte hain."
Fair Stalls Mein Bunking
Huma ne classes bunk karne ka faisla kiya, kyunki uska dimag abhi lectures bardasht karne ki halat mein nahi tha. Woh Farzana ke sath sports meet ke stalls explore karne lag gayi. Kahin pani puri competition chal raha tha, toh kahin arm wrestling. Ek jagah toh kisi ne 'kya aap khud se wafa karenge?' type ka joke bhi chipka diya tha.
"Ek hafte ke liye clg miss kya kiya, yahaan toh mela lag gaya!" Huma haskar boli.
Lekin tabhi, ek taraf se cheerleader dresses pehne ladkiyon ke group ki awaaz uske kaan tak pohanchi. Woh log apas mein baatein kar rahi thi, lekin unki awaz kaafi loud thi.
Cheerleader #1: "Tumne dekha hamari rival collage ki team ko? Ek toh match hamesha haarte hain, aur upar se unka attitude dekho!"
Cheerleader #2 (haskar): "Loser clg ke loser players. Unka captain bhi kitna funny lagta hai, jaise kisi ko khelna hi nahi aata."
Huma ka dimag garam ho gaya. Usne socha, "Loser clg? Seriously? Hamare baare mein aise bol rahi hain? Inko toh jawab dena padega!"
Farzana (observing Huma’s face): "Ab kya soch rahi hai? Kya yeh tujhe genuinely disturb kar raha hai ya bas bakheda khada karne ka mood hai?"
Huma (angrily): "Dono! Chal dekhte hain kya scene hai. Yeh ladkiyan zyada ud rahi hain. Ab kuch karna padega."
Aur yeh tha Huma ka pehla kadam, sports meet ke mahaan drama ki shuruaat ki taraf.
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Huma ne cheerleader ladkiyon ki baaton ko ignore karne ka socha. "Main kyun inka dimaag kharab karun? Mere paas aur bhi kaam hain," yeh sochke woh chali gayi apni clg ke kabaddi match dekhne. Lekin jaise hi usne hall ke andar pair rakha, wahan ka scene dekhkar uska mood aur bekar ho gaya.
Clg ki kabaddi team ka score tha 10, aur rival team ka 44. Huma apne aap se bol uthi, "Yeh log khel rahe hain ya doodh pila rahe hain?" Players ka toh bas wahi haal tha—koi mid-game stretch kar raha tha, koi coach ke sath gossip mein laga tha, aur captain toh opponent ko dekh kar hi sharma raha tha.
Huma (sarcastically): "Hopeless. Yeh toh waise hi haareenge. Mujhe kya lena-dena," aur woh canteen ki taraf chal padhi.
Canteen mein jaake Huma ne ek plate samosa aur chai order ki, aur apna mood sudharne ki koshish karne lagi. Lekin tabhi, uski nazar phir un cheerleaders par padi jo clg ke food court ke ek kone mein baithi thi.
Cheerleader #1: "Kya ajeeb clg hai yeh. Dressing sense dekho inka, jaise kisi shaadi ke baad bacha hua kapda use kar liya ho."
Cheerleader #2 (laugh kar): "Aur unki kabaddi team! Score dekha? Mujhe lagta hai yeh log practice karne ke bajay chai-sutta pe zyada time lagate hain."
Cheerleader #3: "Cheap clg ke cheap log. Bas humara time barbaad kar rahe hain."
Huma ki chai ka taste uski irritation ke karan kachra ho gaya. "Yeh toh zyada ho gaya," usne apne aap se kaha. Woh jaldi se samosa khatam karke seedhe kabaddi hall ki taraf chali gayi.
Huma ne jaise hi hall ke andar kadam rakha, usne dekha ki ab bhi wahi halat thi—players maidan par hawa mein thaaliyon ki tarah gir rahe the. Opponent team unka mazaak udate hue unka score aur badhate ja rahi thi.
Huma (ghusse se): "Arrey tum log khel rahe ho ya picnic mana rahe ho? Ek kaam karo, sabko chai samosa khilao, shayad kuch energy aa jaye!"
Captain Kamal (irritated): "Arrey, tum kyun chinta kar rahi ho? Hum practice kar rahe hain."
Huma (mocking tone mein): "Practice? Yeh practice hai? Mujhe lagta hai yeh toh bas ek warm-up hai tumhare future failures ka."
Ek player (sarcastically): "Tum toh bada taunt maar rahi ho. Aao zara tum khel lo."
Huma (halki hasi ke sath): "Main khelungi aur tumse better karungi. Lekin mujhe zarurat nahi hai. Tumhare bas mein toh ek hi kaam hai—loser banna."
Team ke sabhi players ab uske taunts se gusse mein aa gaye, aur Huma ke sath argue karne lage.
Captain Kamal: "Tumhe pata bhi hai kabaddi khelna kitna tough hai? Tumhare bas ki baat nahi hai."
Huma (coldly): "Mujhe kabaddi khelne ki zarurat nahi. Main bas yeh dekh rahi hoon ki tum sab apne naam ke sath 'loser' ka tag lekar chal rahe ho. Tumhara match dekhke toh mera bhi mood kharab ho gaya."
Huma unhe ek last taunt maar kar wahan se nikal gayi, lekin ab uska dimaag sports meet ki taraf serious hone laga tha. "Kuch toh karna padega. In logon ko sabak sikhana hoga," usne socha.
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Kabaddi hall ke corner me Huma aur team ke beech tikhhi behas chal rahi thi. Players, apne har match me pitne ke frustration ke saath, Huma ke taano ka jawab dene lage.
Player 1 (gusse se): "Arre madam, yahan na court dhang ka hai, na shoes, na proper coaching! Aur tu aake humein taane maar rahi hai?"
Player 2 (sarcastic tone me): "Haan, aur samne wali team dekh! Cheerleaders ke saath aaye hain. Wahan ke ladko ke liye motivation hai. Aur yahan hum log bas ghaas khaanewaale bakriyon ki tarah khelte hain."
Kamal, jo captain hone ke bawajood zyada bolta nahi tha, thoda sharmaate hue bola: "Bas motivation ki kami hai... warna khel to aata hai."
Huma ne aankhein ghuma ke unka excuse suna, phir ek kadak jawab diya:
Huma (irritated): "To tum log yeh keh rahe ho ki ek ladki aa ke cheer karegi, tabhi tum log match jeetoge? Wah, kya logic hai!"
Player 3 (thoda mazaak karte hue): "Haan, tum aa jao cheer karne! Dekhte hain kaise motivation milta hai."
Sare players hasne lage. Huma unki hasi se aur irritate ho gayi.
Huma (akhri baar taunt maarte hue): "Theek hai! Main cheer karoongi, aur tum log jeetna! Agar haar gaye to agli baar apne chhichhore excuses sunane mat aana."
Kamal (thoda nervously): "Tum... seriously cheerleader banogi?"
Huma: "Haan! Aur agar tum log haar gaye to tumhare captain ke kaan kheench ke khud ground se bahar le jaungi!"
Team ek pal ke liye shock me thi, phir ek doosre ko dekh ke hasne lagi. Lekin unke chehre pe ek ajeeb si seriousness bhi thi—shayad pehli baar kisi ne unse kuch expect kiya tha.
Huma wahan se nikalte hue unhe ek kadak warning de gayi:
Huma: "Mujhe mazaak mat samajhna. Agli baar practice match me dekhungi tumhare chehre pe pasina ya nahi!"
Cheerleader ka idea unke liye ek shock tha, lekin ab Huma ne apna ek mission bana liya tha—iss loser team ko kuch banake dikhana.
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Huma ne apni do best friends, Farzana aur Neha, ko ek din canteen me bulaya aur unke saamne apne cheerleading ka idea rakha.
Farzana (shock me): "Tu serious hai? Main cheerleader banungi? Mujhse to school me PT tak nahi hota tha."
Neha (sarcastic): "Aur meri toh cheerleader dress pehne ki ummeed bhi mat rakh. Main nahi nach rahi kisi ke liye!"
Huma (dono ko samjhate hue): "Arrey yaar, cheerleader ka matlab sirf pom-pom leke nachna nahi hota! Sirf halla karna hai, energy deni hai team ko. Dekho, wo har match haar rahe hain. Thoda motivation de dete hain, kya pata kuch ho jaye."
Dono ne ek doosre ko dekha, phir ek long sigh ke saath maan gaye.
Teenon cheerleader ka drama karte hue practice match me pohonche. Pom-poms ke saath woh side me khade hokar "Come on, team! You can do it!" aur "Fight! Fight! Fight!" jaise slogans chillane lage.
Farzana (pom-pom hilate hue): "Mujhe lag raha hai maine apni izzat ghar pe chhod di hai."
Neha (sarcastic): "Kuch farq nahi pad raha. Inki halat toh wahi hai jo pehle thi—behaal!"
Aur unka andaza sahi tha. Team practice match me sirf 5 points bana paayi, jabki samnewali team ne 50 tak ka score kar liya tha.
Ek hafte ke andar andar sports meet khatam ho gaya, aur Huma ki college team ne kisi bhi game me ek bhi match nahi jeeta. Kabaddi team toh last place pe thi. Canteen aur corridors me sab unka mazaak uda rahe the.
Ek din Kamal aur team ko sports notice board ke saamne khada dekh ke Huma wahan pahunchi. Wahan ek announcement lagi thi—agli mahine unka rival college ke saath ek special kabaddi match schedule kiya gaya tha.
Huma (maska lagate hue): "Woh wahi rival college hai jinki cheerleaders mujhe loser bula rahi thi. Yaad hai, Kamal? Tumhe toh us din sunaayi diya hoga, ya bas harne ka practice kar rahe the?"
Kamal ne aankhein ghuma ke kaha, "Haan yaad hai, lekin kya farq padta hai? Hum log phir haarenge."
Huma ne gusse se uske kareeb ja ke bola, "Phir kyun khel rahe ho? Chhod do match! Haan, jao aur officially loser ban jao."
Kamal ne irritate hoke bola, "Tu kyun itna tension le rahi hai? Team ke pass facilities nahi hain, aur koi humse umeed bhi nahi rakhta!"
Huma ne ek plan socha aur ek teasing smile ke saath boli, "Theek hai, agar tum jeete to main... ek date pe chalungi tumhare saath."
Kamal ka face suddenly serious ho gaya, "Sahi bol rahi hai?"
Huma (taunt maarte hue): "Haan, lekin pehle jeet ke dikhao. Tumhe lagta hai tum kar sakte ho?"
Kamal ke andar ek nayi energy aa gayi thi. Ab usne Huma ke challenge ko personal le liya tha.
Huma ke promise ke bawajood, team practice matches me phir se haar rahi thi. Huma ko samajh aa gaya ki sirf ek date ka promise Kamal ke liye kaafi hai, lekin baaki players ke liye motivation ki zarurat hai.
Agli din Huma ne ek ek player ko alag le jaake, quietly unse bola, "Agar tum log match jeet gaye, to tumhare saath bhi ek special date pe chalungi."
Players ke chehre pe suddenly ek ajeeb si smile thi. Ab team ke har player ke paas ek alag hi reason tha jeetne ka. Huma ko lag raha tha ki shayad usne kuch zyada hi promise kar diya, lekin ab piche hatne ka option nahi tha.
Rival college ke saath match ka din kareeb aa raha tha, aur Huma ka kabaddi mission ek naye level pe pahunch gaya tha.
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Game day aakhir aa gaya tha. Huma ke college ki kabaddi team, jo pichle ek saal se loser tag ke saath jee rahi thi, aaj rival college ke hostile campus me match khelne pohonchi. Campus me rival team ke supporters ka pressure aur unka mazaak udaane wala attitude dekh kar Huma ke team ka confidence hilta dikh raha tha.
Huma, jo sidelines pe baithi thi, apne typical dramatic style me bola, "Agar aaj haar gaye, to samajh lo tum sab mere liye zinda nahi ho!"
Rival team ke cheerleaders apne pompoms hilate hue slogans chillane lage:
"Losers! Losers! Try harder, losers!"
Huma ka gussa aur badh gaya. "Kamal, agar aaj jeet nahi paaye, to main tera naam badal ke 'Kam-less' rakh dungi!"
Match shuru hota hai, aur pehle 5 minutes me hi Kamal ki team unexpectedly acha perform karne lagti hai. Ek ke baad ek raid me unka scorer points lekar wapas aa raha tha. Rival team jo apne ghar me hamesha dominating thi, ab defensive mode me aa gayi thi.
Huma apni team ki performance dekh kar khud bhi shocked thi. Usne Neha aur Farzana ko kaha, "Dekha? Maine kaha tha na, motivation dena zaroori hai. Kamal aur uski team ko abhi bas ek push chahiye tha—aur woh main hoon!"
Farzana (sarcastic): "Haan, aur unka push tumhari fake date ka promise hai."
Huma ne aankhein ghoomate hue kaha, "Promise fake nahi hai, lekin ab toh mujhe lag raha hai yeh jeet sakte hain!"
Match ke middle me, jab Huma ki team ek lead le chuki thi, rival college ka ek player intentionally Kamal ko trip kar deta hai. Kamal ne retaliate karne ke liye usse dhakka diya, aur ek second me dono teams ke beech fight shuru ho gayi.
Rival college ke supporters bhi involve hone lage. Crowd ke andar se kuch students ne Huma ki team ke players pe bottles aur trash fenkna shuru kar diya.
Huma (sidelines pe chillate hue): "Arrey, maaro nahi, khelo! Yeh wrestling ka match nahi hai!"
Officials ne dekha ki fight control se bahar ja rahi hai, isliye match ko beech me hi cancel kar diya. Rival crowd cheer kar rahi thi, jabki Huma ki team disappointed aur injured players ke saath wapas apne college laut rahi thi.
Huma ke team ke players se raha nahi gaya. Kamal bola, "Yeh cheating thi! Huma, humein ek aur chance chahiye."
Huma ne socha aur bola, "Theek hai. Ek aur match hoga, lekin is baar hum apne college ke ground pe khelenge. Dekhte hain kaun jeetta hai!"
Huma ke revenge ka plan ab ek naye level pe tha. "Ab tum log tension mat lo. Next match jeetne ke liye meri ek special strategy hai," usne confident hote hue kaha. Players samajh nahi paaye ki woh serious thi ya sarcastic, lekin ab woh match ke liye aur bhi determined ho chuke the.
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Match cancel hone ke baad rival team ke gusse aur hostility ka asar sirf field tak nahi tha. Kamal ki team ke zyada tar players injured ho gaye the—koi sprained ankle, toh koi muscle strain ke saath reh raha tha. Agla match, jo sirf 2 din baad unke home turf pe hona tha, unke liye ek impossible mission lag raha tha.
Huma ne jab injured players ko dekha, toh woh gusse se paagal ho gayi. "Tum log khelne ke layak nahi ho, lekin itni aasani se main woh rival college ke losers ko jeetne nahi doongi," usne apne trademark dramatic tone me kaha.
Do din baad, rival college ki kabaddi team aur cheerleaders Huma ke college ke ground pe pohonch gaye. Ground ke atmosphere me tension tha, lekin rival team ka confidence unke chehre pe dikh raha tha. Unka ek player arrogant hote hue bola, "Tumhare team me toh khelne wala koi bacha hi nahi. Trophy toh hamari hi hai!"
Huma unhe ghurti hui boli, "Trophy ke sapne dekhte raho. Reality check tumhe bahut jald milega!"
Huma ne apni team ko ek taraf bulaya aur bola, "Ab main apni ek secret strategy use karne wali hoon. Tum log sirf time pass karo aur chill maaro. Jeet toh pakki hai." Kamal ne curious hoke puchha, "Kya strategy hai?"
Huma ne ek shaitani muskaan ke saath kaha, "Jo main kar rahi hoon, woh tumhare samajh ke bahar hai. Bas dekhte jao."
Huma ne apne college ke canteen wale uncle ke saath milke ek dhamakedar plan banaya. Rival team aur cheerleaders ke liye special snacks aur drinks arrange kiye gaye, jo unka swagat karne ke liye the. Lekin usme ek twist tha—Huma ne drinks aur snacks me "joolaj ki goli" mix kar di thi.
Jab rival team aur cheerleaders ne woh snacks aur drinks consume kiye, toh unhe laga ki yeh ek friendly gesture hai. Ek player bola, "Wah, yeh toh unexpected tha. Lagta hai tumhara college sportsmanship ko seriously leta hai."
Huma apne doston ke saath ek kone me khadi thi aur bola, "Haan, sportsmanship toh hamari bloodstream me hai, bas tumhari bloodstream me ab kuch aur hone wala hai."
Match shuru hone se sirf 20 minute pehle, rival team ke players aur cheerleaders ek ek karke bathroom ke taraf bhagne lage. Pehle ek player, phir dusra, aur phir cheerleaders bhi. Bathroom ke andar aur bahar kaafi chaos tha. Ek cheerleader chillayi, "Mujhe lagta hai maine kuch galat kha liya!"
Ground pe sirf Huma aur uski injured team thi. Rival team ka ek player bathroom ka chakkar lagane me busy the.
Officials ne declare kiya ki Huma ke college ki team ko default victory milti hai, kyunki rival team khelne ke condition me nahi thi. Trophy Huma ke college ko mili, aur Kamal ne sarcastic tone me bola, "Wah, Huma. Tumhare 'strategy' ne toh kamaal kar diya!"
Huma apne trophy ke saath khush thi, lekin Farzana ne hasi rokne ki koshish karte hue kaha, "Trophy toh mil gayi, lekin yeh toh bata, tu ne kya kiya?"
Huma (innocently): "Kuch nahi, bas unhe ek 'healthy' welcome diya."
Farzana sarcastically boli, "Haan, bilkul healthy. Mujhe lagta hai ab tumhe 'Sports Meet Villain' ka award bhi milna chahiye."
Dono hasi me phoot padi, jabki bathroom ke taraf se abhi bhi chaos ka awaaz aa raha tha.
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Agle din, Huma apne din ki shuruaat ek relaxed mode me kar rahi thi. Usse lag raha tha ki trophy jeetne ke baad sab kuch normal ho jayega. Lekin Kamal aur kabaddi ke players ne uska plan bigaad diya.
Huma ko laga tha ki uska date ka waada ek temporary fix hai, jo baad me khud hi bhool jayenge. Lekin uska plan bura tarah fail ho gaya, kyunki team ke players ek ek karke usse apna promise yaad dilane lage.
Sabse pehle Kamal, jo captain tha, Huma ko canteen me mila. Trophy apne haath me lete hue usne dramatic style me bola, "Huma, tumne mujhse promise kiya tha ki agar hum jeet gaye, to tum mere saath date pe chalogi."
Huma, jo apna pasta enjoy kar rahi thi, ek second ke liye shock ho gayi. "Oh... woh promise? Kamal, tumne seriously le liya?"
Kamal ne trophy ko aur upar uthate hue bola, "Main to har baat seriously leta hoon, aur waise bhi, tumhare bina yeh jeet possible nahi thi. Toh ab tumhe apna promise nibhana hoga."
Huma ne apna samosa side rakha aur socha, “Yeh sirf ek banda hai. Manage ho jayega.” Usne reluctantly bola, "Theek hai, Kamal. Main tumhare saath date pe chalungi."
Agli subah, ek aur team member, Rajan, jo fitness freak tha, library me Huma ke paas aaya. Trophy ka photo apne phone pe dikhate hue usne bola, "Huma, tumhe pata hai, tumhare motivation ke bina hum kabhi nahi jeet pate. Toh ab tumhare saath ek gym date banta hai, right?"
Huma ka dimaag ghoom gaya. "Wait... tumhe kaise pata?"
Rajan ne proud smile ke saath bola, "Kamal ne bataya ki tumne usse date ka promise kiya hai. Aur mujhe yaad hai tumne mujhe bhi wahi promise kiya tha."
Huma apne notebook ko close karte hue sochi, “Yeh sab to ek dusre se baat kar rahe hain! Ab kya karoon?” Lekin usne forced smile ke saath bola, "Theek hai, Rajan. Gym date pe chalenge."
Phir team ka introvert player, Mohit, apne headphones hata ke Huma ke paas aaya. Library ke ek kone me baith ke usne halki si sharmate hue bola, "Huma, mujhe tumhe kuch yaad dilana hai."
Huma ne thodi irritated tone me bola, "Mujhe pata hai, Mohit. Tumhe bhi date chahiye, right?"
Mohit ne surprise ho ke bola, "Tumhe kaise pata?!"
Huma ne apne sar pe haath maarte hue bola, "Kyuki tum log ek ke baad ek aa rahe ho, jaise koi queue bani ho!"
Mohit ne awkwardly bola, "Toh... movie date chalega?"
Huma ne sarcastic tone me bola, "Haan, popcorn bhi mai le aungi."
Jaise jaise din beete, team ke baaki members bhi Huma ke paas individually aane lage, apne apne alag plans ke saath. Ek banda ne bowling date ka idea diya, to kisi aur ne long drive ka. Sabse shocking idea to ek ne diya: "Kabaddi practice date."
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Huma ne finally apne best friend Farzana ko bataya. "Farzana, maine team ke har ek member ko alag alag date ka promise kar diya tha. Mujhe laga tha yeh bas ek joke hai, lekin ab sab seriously le rahe hain!"
Farzana hasne lagi, "Aur tujhe laga tha ki yeh log bhaag jayenge? Ab tujhe unke saath jaana hi padega."
Huma ne zameen pe let ke pillow uthaya aur bola, "Mujhe kya karna chahiye? Main to phas gayi!"
Farzana ne ek mischievous smile ke saath bola, "Waise, tujhe condoms ka stock rakhna chahiye. Just in case."
Huma ne irritated tone me bola, "Farzana! Date ka matlab sex nahi hota!"
Farzana ne aankh maarte hue bola, "Main toh bas planning ki baat kar rahi thi. Waise bhi, tujhe kab se ye sab seriously lene ki aadat pad gayi?"
Dono phir se hasi me lut pat ho gayi, jabki Huma secretly soch rahi thi ki kaise wo ek ek karke in sab dates ko handle karegi.
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Huma ko samajh nahi aa raha tha ki apne promise ka kya kare, toh wo seedha Farzana ke ghar pahunch gayi. Farzana apne bed pe baithi Netflix dekh rahi thi, jab Huma darwaza todhne wali urgency ke saath andar aayi.
"Farzana, badi musibat ho gayi hai!" Huma ne drama shuru kar diya.
Farzana ne remote side me rakha aur bola, "Ab kya kiya? Kisi aur se chud ke aa rahi hai? Ya phir iss baar koi phir se tumhara rishta leke aa gaye?"
Huma gusse se chilayi, "Shut up, kuttiya! Maine kabaddi team ke har player ko alag alag date ka promise kar diya tha, aur ab wo sab seriously le rahe hain!, Maine to sirf motivation dene ke liye kaha tha!!! Yaar Farzana"
Farzana ka laughter itna zor se phata ki wo apne pillow me mooh daba ke hansne lagi. "Matlab tu ne har ek ko date ka jhaansa diya, aur ab wo sab tere pe line maar rahe hain? Tujhse badi gadhi maine aaj tak nahi dekhi!"
Huma ne zameen pe pillow phek diya aur bola, "Mujhe seriously help chahiye, aur tu mazaak uda rahi hai?"
Farzana hasna band nahi kar rahi thi. Phir usne apne drawer khola aur ek 20-pack ka bada condom box nikala, jisme se kuch condoms use kiye gaye the. Usne wo box Huma ki taraf uchhal diya. "Le, kaam aayenge."
Huma ne woh box uthaya aur gusse se bola, "Farzana! Date ka matlab sex nahi hota!"
Farzana ne aankh maarte hue bola, "Haan, haan, acche se pata hai mujhe tere baare me saali!!! Rakh ye condoms aur instemaal karna, i-pills health ke liye acchi nahi hoti hai!!!"
Huma gusse se bola, "Mujhe zarurat nahi iski, Main unhe date pe le jaungi, bas! Baaki kuch nahi!"
Farzana ne mischievous smile ke saath bola, "Haan, aur main aaj se mahatma Gandhi ban gayi."
Phir usne ek pillow uthake Huma ke upar maar diya, "Aur sun, agar kabhi kam pad jayein, toh mujhe call kar lena. Mere dukaan me hamesha stock rehte hain!!!"
Huma ne pillow waapas maarte hue bola, "Tujhe main date pe bhejti hoon, dekhte hain tujhe kaun line deta hai!"
Dono ka pillow fight chalu ho gaya, lekin andar hi andar Huma ab bhi soch rahi thi ki kaise wo in 7 "dates" ko handle karegi. Wo aage badh condom ka dibba utha ke apne bag me daal let hai.
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Ek hafte tak Huma aur Farzana ke beech koi baat nahi hui thi. Farzana ko pata tha ki Huma apni “saath din saath date” wali stupidity mein fully doobi hui hai.
Ek hafte ke silence ke baad, Farzana ko khabar milti hai ki Huma ki tabiyat kharab ho gayi hai. Ye sunte hi wo seedha Huma ke ghar pahunch gayi, expecting drama, aur thoda sa gossip.
Farzana jaise hi Huma ke room mein ghusi, toh andhera aur silence dekh ke bola, “Abey Huma! Zinda hai ya tujhe kabaddi waalon ne maar ke baha diya? Bol na, kutti!”
Huma comforter ke neeche leti thi, uska bas ek haath bahar tha. Thaki hui awaaz mein boli, “Farzana, ja yahan se. Mujhse baat mat kar. Main mar rahi hoon.”
Farzana ne comforter uthane ki koshish ki. “Oye drama queen, dikha toh sahi, kya halat hai teri!” Huma ne comforter ko aur zor se kheecha. “Chhod, Farzana. Mujhe shanti chahiye.”
Farzana ne ek hi jhatke mein comforter kheench diya, aur jo scene usne dekha, usse wo literally peeche hat gayi. Huma ke chut par ek bada sa ice pack rakha tha.
“Abbe teri maa ka! Tere chut pe ice pack kyu hai? Kya kiya tune?!” Farzana chillayi, aankhein badi karte hue.
Huma ne embarrassment ke saath muh ghumaya. “Bas na, zyada mat puch. Zyada ho gaya.”
Farzana ne ek second ke liye apna shock process kiya, phir Huma ke bag ki taraf dekha, jo bed ke paas pada tha. “Main toh ab check karungi. Tere secrets ab yahan chhup nahi sakte!”
Bag kholte hi Farzana ka muh aur zyada khul gaya. “Huma! 17 condoms the na? Toh ye bas ek kaise bacha?!”
Huma ne apna face ice pack ke piche chhupa liya. “Main sab explain kar sakti hoon!”
Farzana ne chillate hue kaha, “Explanation meri gaand! Tu toh literal sex Olympics khel ke aayi hai! Saat bande? Che din? Saali, tu insaan hai ya factory?”
Huma ne ab full defensive mode me kaha, “Dekho, sab meri galti nahi thi! Maine sirf unhe motivate karne ke liye dates ka promise kiya tha, par sab ne seriously le liya.”
Farzana ne apna pet pakad ke hansna shuru kar diya. “Haan, aur phir tu ne decide kiya ki motivation ki height dikhani padegi? Ek bande ke saath nahi, saat bande ke saath chhakka maar diya?”
Huma ne irritate hote hue bola, “Bas kar na, Farzana! Mujhe bura lag raha hai already.”
Farzana ne dramatic tareeke se taali bajai. “Bura? Tujhe bura lag raha hai? Kutti, tujhe gold medal milna chahiye! Tera chut abhi ice pack leke bacha hai, aur tu justify kar rahi hai ki ‘mera intention accha tha.’ Saali intentions ko condoms me lapet ke fek de!”
Huma sharmate hue boli, “At least maine condoms use kiye na!!!”
Farzana ne sarcastic tone mein bola, “Haan, mujhe toh ab tere upar garv ho raha hai. Saali pehle toh bina kisi protection ke chud jaati thi. Ab condoms leke chali gayi, toh tujhe congratulations milne chahiye?”
Huma ne thoda relief lete hue bola, “Dekha, maine improvement kiya hai.”
Farzana ne hasna band nahi kiya. “Haan, improvement? Matlab, pehle tu careless randi thi, ab responsible randi ban gayi hai? Progress kaise ho raha hai, mujhe bata!”
Huma ne chhup hone ke liye apne muh pe pillow rakha, par Farzana rukne wali nahi thi. “Aur sun, ice pack kahan tak kaam karega? Main koi malham bhijwati hun abbu ki dukaan se!!!”
Huma apna muh comforter me chipa li aur ice pack ko side mein rakhte hue boli, “Thank U!! Farzu”
Huma ko last kuch dino se lagatar sardard aur cold ka samna karna pada tha. Ghar pe rehkar uska mood aur bekar ho gaya tha, lekin finally jab tabiyat thodi theek hui, toh woh ek hafte baad apne collage pohanchi.
Lekin jaise hi woh campus mein ghusi, usne dekha ki har taraf posters lage hue hain, stalls lage hain, aur log bade joosh ke sath idhar-udhar ghoom rahe hain. Huma ne apni ek dost, Farzana, ko pakad ke pucha, "Yeh sab kya ho raha hai? Aur mere bina kisne permission di itna mast event organize karne ki?"
Farzana (sarcastically): "Kyunki tujhe cold tha, toh poori duniya ruk jayegi kya? Sports meet chal raha hai, Miss 'Update Chhod Diya'!"
Huma (halki si irritation ke sath): "Accha, toh yeh sab khel-kood ke chakkar hai. Mujhe kya lena, chal stalls dekhte hain."
Fair Stalls Mein Bunking
Huma ne classes bunk karne ka faisla kiya, kyunki uska dimag abhi lectures bardasht karne ki halat mein nahi tha. Woh Farzana ke sath sports meet ke stalls explore karne lag gayi. Kahin pani puri competition chal raha tha, toh kahin arm wrestling. Ek jagah toh kisi ne 'kya aap khud se wafa karenge?' type ka joke bhi chipka diya tha.
"Ek hafte ke liye clg miss kya kiya, yahaan toh mela lag gaya!" Huma haskar boli.
Lekin tabhi, ek taraf se cheerleader dresses pehne ladkiyon ke group ki awaaz uske kaan tak pohanchi. Woh log apas mein baatein kar rahi thi, lekin unki awaz kaafi loud thi.
Cheerleader #1: "Tumne dekha hamari rival collage ki team ko? Ek toh match hamesha haarte hain, aur upar se unka attitude dekho!"
Cheerleader #2 (haskar): "Loser clg ke loser players. Unka captain bhi kitna funny lagta hai, jaise kisi ko khelna hi nahi aata."
Huma ka dimag garam ho gaya. Usne socha, "Loser clg? Seriously? Hamare baare mein aise bol rahi hain? Inko toh jawab dena padega!"
Farzana (observing Huma’s face): "Ab kya soch rahi hai? Kya yeh tujhe genuinely disturb kar raha hai ya bas bakheda khada karne ka mood hai?"
Huma (angrily): "Dono! Chal dekhte hain kya scene hai. Yeh ladkiyan zyada ud rahi hain. Ab kuch karna padega."
Aur yeh tha Huma ka pehla kadam, sports meet ke mahaan drama ki shuruaat ki taraf.
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Huma ne cheerleader ladkiyon ki baaton ko ignore karne ka socha. "Main kyun inka dimaag kharab karun? Mere paas aur bhi kaam hain," yeh sochke woh chali gayi apni clg ke kabaddi match dekhne. Lekin jaise hi usne hall ke andar pair rakha, wahan ka scene dekhkar uska mood aur bekar ho gaya.
Clg ki kabaddi team ka score tha 10, aur rival team ka 44. Huma apne aap se bol uthi, "Yeh log khel rahe hain ya doodh pila rahe hain?" Players ka toh bas wahi haal tha—koi mid-game stretch kar raha tha, koi coach ke sath gossip mein laga tha, aur captain toh opponent ko dekh kar hi sharma raha tha.
Huma (sarcastically): "Hopeless. Yeh toh waise hi haareenge. Mujhe kya lena-dena," aur woh canteen ki taraf chal padhi.
Canteen mein jaake Huma ne ek plate samosa aur chai order ki, aur apna mood sudharne ki koshish karne lagi. Lekin tabhi, uski nazar phir un cheerleaders par padi jo clg ke food court ke ek kone mein baithi thi.
Cheerleader #1: "Kya ajeeb clg hai yeh. Dressing sense dekho inka, jaise kisi shaadi ke baad bacha hua kapda use kar liya ho."
Cheerleader #2 (laugh kar): "Aur unki kabaddi team! Score dekha? Mujhe lagta hai yeh log practice karne ke bajay chai-sutta pe zyada time lagate hain."
Cheerleader #3: "Cheap clg ke cheap log. Bas humara time barbaad kar rahe hain."
Huma ki chai ka taste uski irritation ke karan kachra ho gaya. "Yeh toh zyada ho gaya," usne apne aap se kaha. Woh jaldi se samosa khatam karke seedhe kabaddi hall ki taraf chali gayi.
Huma ne jaise hi hall ke andar kadam rakha, usne dekha ki ab bhi wahi halat thi—players maidan par hawa mein thaaliyon ki tarah gir rahe the. Opponent team unka mazaak udate hue unka score aur badhate ja rahi thi.
Huma (ghusse se): "Arrey tum log khel rahe ho ya picnic mana rahe ho? Ek kaam karo, sabko chai samosa khilao, shayad kuch energy aa jaye!"
Captain Kamal (irritated): "Arrey, tum kyun chinta kar rahi ho? Hum practice kar rahe hain."
Huma (mocking tone mein): "Practice? Yeh practice hai? Mujhe lagta hai yeh toh bas ek warm-up hai tumhare future failures ka."
Ek player (sarcastically): "Tum toh bada taunt maar rahi ho. Aao zara tum khel lo."
Huma (halki hasi ke sath): "Main khelungi aur tumse better karungi. Lekin mujhe zarurat nahi hai. Tumhare bas mein toh ek hi kaam hai—loser banna."
Team ke sabhi players ab uske taunts se gusse mein aa gaye, aur Huma ke sath argue karne lage.
Captain Kamal: "Tumhe pata bhi hai kabaddi khelna kitna tough hai? Tumhare bas ki baat nahi hai."
Huma (coldly): "Mujhe kabaddi khelne ki zarurat nahi. Main bas yeh dekh rahi hoon ki tum sab apne naam ke sath 'loser' ka tag lekar chal rahe ho. Tumhara match dekhke toh mera bhi mood kharab ho gaya."
Huma unhe ek last taunt maar kar wahan se nikal gayi, lekin ab uska dimaag sports meet ki taraf serious hone laga tha. "Kuch toh karna padega. In logon ko sabak sikhana hoga," usne socha.
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Kabaddi hall ke corner me Huma aur team ke beech tikhhi behas chal rahi thi. Players, apne har match me pitne ke frustration ke saath, Huma ke taano ka jawab dene lage.
Player 1 (gusse se): "Arre madam, yahan na court dhang ka hai, na shoes, na proper coaching! Aur tu aake humein taane maar rahi hai?"
Player 2 (sarcastic tone me): "Haan, aur samne wali team dekh! Cheerleaders ke saath aaye hain. Wahan ke ladko ke liye motivation hai. Aur yahan hum log bas ghaas khaanewaale bakriyon ki tarah khelte hain."
Kamal, jo captain hone ke bawajood zyada bolta nahi tha, thoda sharmaate hue bola: "Bas motivation ki kami hai... warna khel to aata hai."
Huma ne aankhein ghuma ke unka excuse suna, phir ek kadak jawab diya:
Huma (irritated): "To tum log yeh keh rahe ho ki ek ladki aa ke cheer karegi, tabhi tum log match jeetoge? Wah, kya logic hai!"
Player 3 (thoda mazaak karte hue): "Haan, tum aa jao cheer karne! Dekhte hain kaise motivation milta hai."
Sare players hasne lage. Huma unki hasi se aur irritate ho gayi.
Huma (akhri baar taunt maarte hue): "Theek hai! Main cheer karoongi, aur tum log jeetna! Agar haar gaye to agli baar apne chhichhore excuses sunane mat aana."
Kamal (thoda nervously): "Tum... seriously cheerleader banogi?"
Huma: "Haan! Aur agar tum log haar gaye to tumhare captain ke kaan kheench ke khud ground se bahar le jaungi!"
Team ek pal ke liye shock me thi, phir ek doosre ko dekh ke hasne lagi. Lekin unke chehre pe ek ajeeb si seriousness bhi thi—shayad pehli baar kisi ne unse kuch expect kiya tha.
Huma wahan se nikalte hue unhe ek kadak warning de gayi:
Huma: "Mujhe mazaak mat samajhna. Agli baar practice match me dekhungi tumhare chehre pe pasina ya nahi!"
Cheerleader ka idea unke liye ek shock tha, lekin ab Huma ne apna ek mission bana liya tha—iss loser team ko kuch banake dikhana.
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Huma ne apni do best friends, Farzana aur Neha, ko ek din canteen me bulaya aur unke saamne apne cheerleading ka idea rakha.
Farzana (shock me): "Tu serious hai? Main cheerleader banungi? Mujhse to school me PT tak nahi hota tha."
Neha (sarcastic): "Aur meri toh cheerleader dress pehne ki ummeed bhi mat rakh. Main nahi nach rahi kisi ke liye!"
Huma (dono ko samjhate hue): "Arrey yaar, cheerleader ka matlab sirf pom-pom leke nachna nahi hota! Sirf halla karna hai, energy deni hai team ko. Dekho, wo har match haar rahe hain. Thoda motivation de dete hain, kya pata kuch ho jaye."
Dono ne ek doosre ko dekha, phir ek long sigh ke saath maan gaye.
Teenon cheerleader ka drama karte hue practice match me pohonche. Pom-poms ke saath woh side me khade hokar "Come on, team! You can do it!" aur "Fight! Fight! Fight!" jaise slogans chillane lage.
Farzana (pom-pom hilate hue): "Mujhe lag raha hai maine apni izzat ghar pe chhod di hai."
Neha (sarcastic): "Kuch farq nahi pad raha. Inki halat toh wahi hai jo pehle thi—behaal!"
Aur unka andaza sahi tha. Team practice match me sirf 5 points bana paayi, jabki samnewali team ne 50 tak ka score kar liya tha.
Ek hafte ke andar andar sports meet khatam ho gaya, aur Huma ki college team ne kisi bhi game me ek bhi match nahi jeeta. Kabaddi team toh last place pe thi. Canteen aur corridors me sab unka mazaak uda rahe the.
Ek din Kamal aur team ko sports notice board ke saamne khada dekh ke Huma wahan pahunchi. Wahan ek announcement lagi thi—agli mahine unka rival college ke saath ek special kabaddi match schedule kiya gaya tha.
Huma (maska lagate hue): "Woh wahi rival college hai jinki cheerleaders mujhe loser bula rahi thi. Yaad hai, Kamal? Tumhe toh us din sunaayi diya hoga, ya bas harne ka practice kar rahe the?"
Kamal ne aankhein ghuma ke kaha, "Haan yaad hai, lekin kya farq padta hai? Hum log phir haarenge."
Huma ne gusse se uske kareeb ja ke bola, "Phir kyun khel rahe ho? Chhod do match! Haan, jao aur officially loser ban jao."
Kamal ne irritate hoke bola, "Tu kyun itna tension le rahi hai? Team ke pass facilities nahi hain, aur koi humse umeed bhi nahi rakhta!"
Huma ne ek plan socha aur ek teasing smile ke saath boli, "Theek hai, agar tum jeete to main... ek date pe chalungi tumhare saath."
Kamal ka face suddenly serious ho gaya, "Sahi bol rahi hai?"
Huma (taunt maarte hue): "Haan, lekin pehle jeet ke dikhao. Tumhe lagta hai tum kar sakte ho?"
Kamal ke andar ek nayi energy aa gayi thi. Ab usne Huma ke challenge ko personal le liya tha.
Huma ke promise ke bawajood, team practice matches me phir se haar rahi thi. Huma ko samajh aa gaya ki sirf ek date ka promise Kamal ke liye kaafi hai, lekin baaki players ke liye motivation ki zarurat hai.
Agli din Huma ne ek ek player ko alag le jaake, quietly unse bola, "Agar tum log match jeet gaye, to tumhare saath bhi ek special date pe chalungi."
Players ke chehre pe suddenly ek ajeeb si smile thi. Ab team ke har player ke paas ek alag hi reason tha jeetne ka. Huma ko lag raha tha ki shayad usne kuch zyada hi promise kar diya, lekin ab piche hatne ka option nahi tha.
Rival college ke saath match ka din kareeb aa raha tha, aur Huma ka kabaddi mission ek naye level pe pahunch gaya tha.
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Game day aakhir aa gaya tha. Huma ke college ki kabaddi team, jo pichle ek saal se loser tag ke saath jee rahi thi, aaj rival college ke hostile campus me match khelne pohonchi. Campus me rival team ke supporters ka pressure aur unka mazaak udaane wala attitude dekh kar Huma ke team ka confidence hilta dikh raha tha.
Huma, jo sidelines pe baithi thi, apne typical dramatic style me bola, "Agar aaj haar gaye, to samajh lo tum sab mere liye zinda nahi ho!"
Rival team ke cheerleaders apne pompoms hilate hue slogans chillane lage:
"Losers! Losers! Try harder, losers!"
Huma ka gussa aur badh gaya. "Kamal, agar aaj jeet nahi paaye, to main tera naam badal ke 'Kam-less' rakh dungi!"
Match shuru hota hai, aur pehle 5 minutes me hi Kamal ki team unexpectedly acha perform karne lagti hai. Ek ke baad ek raid me unka scorer points lekar wapas aa raha tha. Rival team jo apne ghar me hamesha dominating thi, ab defensive mode me aa gayi thi.
Huma apni team ki performance dekh kar khud bhi shocked thi. Usne Neha aur Farzana ko kaha, "Dekha? Maine kaha tha na, motivation dena zaroori hai. Kamal aur uski team ko abhi bas ek push chahiye tha—aur woh main hoon!"
Farzana (sarcastic): "Haan, aur unka push tumhari fake date ka promise hai."
Huma ne aankhein ghoomate hue kaha, "Promise fake nahi hai, lekin ab toh mujhe lag raha hai yeh jeet sakte hain!"
Match ke middle me, jab Huma ki team ek lead le chuki thi, rival college ka ek player intentionally Kamal ko trip kar deta hai. Kamal ne retaliate karne ke liye usse dhakka diya, aur ek second me dono teams ke beech fight shuru ho gayi.
Rival college ke supporters bhi involve hone lage. Crowd ke andar se kuch students ne Huma ki team ke players pe bottles aur trash fenkna shuru kar diya.
Huma (sidelines pe chillate hue): "Arrey, maaro nahi, khelo! Yeh wrestling ka match nahi hai!"
Officials ne dekha ki fight control se bahar ja rahi hai, isliye match ko beech me hi cancel kar diya. Rival crowd cheer kar rahi thi, jabki Huma ki team disappointed aur injured players ke saath wapas apne college laut rahi thi.
Huma ke team ke players se raha nahi gaya. Kamal bola, "Yeh cheating thi! Huma, humein ek aur chance chahiye."
Huma ne socha aur bola, "Theek hai. Ek aur match hoga, lekin is baar hum apne college ke ground pe khelenge. Dekhte hain kaun jeetta hai!"
Huma ke revenge ka plan ab ek naye level pe tha. "Ab tum log tension mat lo. Next match jeetne ke liye meri ek special strategy hai," usne confident hote hue kaha. Players samajh nahi paaye ki woh serious thi ya sarcastic, lekin ab woh match ke liye aur bhi determined ho chuke the.
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Match cancel hone ke baad rival team ke gusse aur hostility ka asar sirf field tak nahi tha. Kamal ki team ke zyada tar players injured ho gaye the—koi sprained ankle, toh koi muscle strain ke saath reh raha tha. Agla match, jo sirf 2 din baad unke home turf pe hona tha, unke liye ek impossible mission lag raha tha.
Huma ne jab injured players ko dekha, toh woh gusse se paagal ho gayi. "Tum log khelne ke layak nahi ho, lekin itni aasani se main woh rival college ke losers ko jeetne nahi doongi," usne apne trademark dramatic tone me kaha.
Do din baad, rival college ki kabaddi team aur cheerleaders Huma ke college ke ground pe pohonch gaye. Ground ke atmosphere me tension tha, lekin rival team ka confidence unke chehre pe dikh raha tha. Unka ek player arrogant hote hue bola, "Tumhare team me toh khelne wala koi bacha hi nahi. Trophy toh hamari hi hai!"
Huma unhe ghurti hui boli, "Trophy ke sapne dekhte raho. Reality check tumhe bahut jald milega!"
Huma ne apni team ko ek taraf bulaya aur bola, "Ab main apni ek secret strategy use karne wali hoon. Tum log sirf time pass karo aur chill maaro. Jeet toh pakki hai." Kamal ne curious hoke puchha, "Kya strategy hai?"
Huma ne ek shaitani muskaan ke saath kaha, "Jo main kar rahi hoon, woh tumhare samajh ke bahar hai. Bas dekhte jao."
Huma ne apne college ke canteen wale uncle ke saath milke ek dhamakedar plan banaya. Rival team aur cheerleaders ke liye special snacks aur drinks arrange kiye gaye, jo unka swagat karne ke liye the. Lekin usme ek twist tha—Huma ne drinks aur snacks me "joolaj ki goli" mix kar di thi.
Jab rival team aur cheerleaders ne woh snacks aur drinks consume kiye, toh unhe laga ki yeh ek friendly gesture hai. Ek player bola, "Wah, yeh toh unexpected tha. Lagta hai tumhara college sportsmanship ko seriously leta hai."
Huma apne doston ke saath ek kone me khadi thi aur bola, "Haan, sportsmanship toh hamari bloodstream me hai, bas tumhari bloodstream me ab kuch aur hone wala hai."
Match shuru hone se sirf 20 minute pehle, rival team ke players aur cheerleaders ek ek karke bathroom ke taraf bhagne lage. Pehle ek player, phir dusra, aur phir cheerleaders bhi. Bathroom ke andar aur bahar kaafi chaos tha. Ek cheerleader chillayi, "Mujhe lagta hai maine kuch galat kha liya!"
Ground pe sirf Huma aur uski injured team thi. Rival team ka ek player bathroom ka chakkar lagane me busy the.
Officials ne declare kiya ki Huma ke college ki team ko default victory milti hai, kyunki rival team khelne ke condition me nahi thi. Trophy Huma ke college ko mili, aur Kamal ne sarcastic tone me bola, "Wah, Huma. Tumhare 'strategy' ne toh kamaal kar diya!"
Huma apne trophy ke saath khush thi, lekin Farzana ne hasi rokne ki koshish karte hue kaha, "Trophy toh mil gayi, lekin yeh toh bata, tu ne kya kiya?"
Huma (innocently): "Kuch nahi, bas unhe ek 'healthy' welcome diya."
Farzana sarcastically boli, "Haan, bilkul healthy. Mujhe lagta hai ab tumhe 'Sports Meet Villain' ka award bhi milna chahiye."
Dono hasi me phoot padi, jabki bathroom ke taraf se abhi bhi chaos ka awaaz aa raha tha.
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Agle din, Huma apne din ki shuruaat ek relaxed mode me kar rahi thi. Usse lag raha tha ki trophy jeetne ke baad sab kuch normal ho jayega. Lekin Kamal aur kabaddi ke players ne uska plan bigaad diya.
Huma ko laga tha ki uska date ka waada ek temporary fix hai, jo baad me khud hi bhool jayenge. Lekin uska plan bura tarah fail ho gaya, kyunki team ke players ek ek karke usse apna promise yaad dilane lage.
Sabse pehle Kamal, jo captain tha, Huma ko canteen me mila. Trophy apne haath me lete hue usne dramatic style me bola, "Huma, tumne mujhse promise kiya tha ki agar hum jeet gaye, to tum mere saath date pe chalogi."
Huma, jo apna pasta enjoy kar rahi thi, ek second ke liye shock ho gayi. "Oh... woh promise? Kamal, tumne seriously le liya?"
Kamal ne trophy ko aur upar uthate hue bola, "Main to har baat seriously leta hoon, aur waise bhi, tumhare bina yeh jeet possible nahi thi. Toh ab tumhe apna promise nibhana hoga."
Huma ne apna samosa side rakha aur socha, “Yeh sirf ek banda hai. Manage ho jayega.” Usne reluctantly bola, "Theek hai, Kamal. Main tumhare saath date pe chalungi."
Agli subah, ek aur team member, Rajan, jo fitness freak tha, library me Huma ke paas aaya. Trophy ka photo apne phone pe dikhate hue usne bola, "Huma, tumhe pata hai, tumhare motivation ke bina hum kabhi nahi jeet pate. Toh ab tumhare saath ek gym date banta hai, right?"
Huma ka dimaag ghoom gaya. "Wait... tumhe kaise pata?"
Rajan ne proud smile ke saath bola, "Kamal ne bataya ki tumne usse date ka promise kiya hai. Aur mujhe yaad hai tumne mujhe bhi wahi promise kiya tha."
Huma apne notebook ko close karte hue sochi, “Yeh sab to ek dusre se baat kar rahe hain! Ab kya karoon?” Lekin usne forced smile ke saath bola, "Theek hai, Rajan. Gym date pe chalenge."
Phir team ka introvert player, Mohit, apne headphones hata ke Huma ke paas aaya. Library ke ek kone me baith ke usne halki si sharmate hue bola, "Huma, mujhe tumhe kuch yaad dilana hai."
Huma ne thodi irritated tone me bola, "Mujhe pata hai, Mohit. Tumhe bhi date chahiye, right?"
Mohit ne surprise ho ke bola, "Tumhe kaise pata?!"
Huma ne apne sar pe haath maarte hue bola, "Kyuki tum log ek ke baad ek aa rahe ho, jaise koi queue bani ho!"
Mohit ne awkwardly bola, "Toh... movie date chalega?"
Huma ne sarcastic tone me bola, "Haan, popcorn bhi mai le aungi."
Jaise jaise din beete, team ke baaki members bhi Huma ke paas individually aane lage, apne apne alag plans ke saath. Ek banda ne bowling date ka idea diya, to kisi aur ne long drive ka. Sabse shocking idea to ek ne diya: "Kabaddi practice date."
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Huma ne finally apne best friend Farzana ko bataya. "Farzana, maine team ke har ek member ko alag alag date ka promise kar diya tha. Mujhe laga tha yeh bas ek joke hai, lekin ab sab seriously le rahe hain!"
Farzana hasne lagi, "Aur tujhe laga tha ki yeh log bhaag jayenge? Ab tujhe unke saath jaana hi padega."
Huma ne zameen pe let ke pillow uthaya aur bola, "Mujhe kya karna chahiye? Main to phas gayi!"
Farzana ne ek mischievous smile ke saath bola, "Waise, tujhe condoms ka stock rakhna chahiye. Just in case."
Huma ne irritated tone me bola, "Farzana! Date ka matlab sex nahi hota!"
Farzana ne aankh maarte hue bola, "Main toh bas planning ki baat kar rahi thi. Waise bhi, tujhe kab se ye sab seriously lene ki aadat pad gayi?"
Dono phir se hasi me lut pat ho gayi, jabki Huma secretly soch rahi thi ki kaise wo ek ek karke in sab dates ko handle karegi.
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Huma ko samajh nahi aa raha tha ki apne promise ka kya kare, toh wo seedha Farzana ke ghar pahunch gayi. Farzana apne bed pe baithi Netflix dekh rahi thi, jab Huma darwaza todhne wali urgency ke saath andar aayi.
"Farzana, badi musibat ho gayi hai!" Huma ne drama shuru kar diya.
Farzana ne remote side me rakha aur bola, "Ab kya kiya? Kisi aur se chud ke aa rahi hai? Ya phir iss baar koi phir se tumhara rishta leke aa gaye?"
Huma gusse se chilayi, "Shut up, kuttiya! Maine kabaddi team ke har player ko alag alag date ka promise kar diya tha, aur ab wo sab seriously le rahe hain!, Maine to sirf motivation dene ke liye kaha tha!!! Yaar Farzana"
Farzana ka laughter itna zor se phata ki wo apne pillow me mooh daba ke hansne lagi. "Matlab tu ne har ek ko date ka jhaansa diya, aur ab wo sab tere pe line maar rahe hain? Tujhse badi gadhi maine aaj tak nahi dekhi!"
Huma ne zameen pe pillow phek diya aur bola, "Mujhe seriously help chahiye, aur tu mazaak uda rahi hai?"
Farzana hasna band nahi kar rahi thi. Phir usne apne drawer khola aur ek 20-pack ka bada condom box nikala, jisme se kuch condoms use kiye gaye the. Usne wo box Huma ki taraf uchhal diya. "Le, kaam aayenge."
Huma ne woh box uthaya aur gusse se bola, "Farzana! Date ka matlab sex nahi hota!"
Farzana ne aankh maarte hue bola, "Haan, haan, acche se pata hai mujhe tere baare me saali!!! Rakh ye condoms aur instemaal karna, i-pills health ke liye acchi nahi hoti hai!!!"
Huma gusse se bola, "Mujhe zarurat nahi iski, Main unhe date pe le jaungi, bas! Baaki kuch nahi!"
Farzana ne mischievous smile ke saath bola, "Haan, aur main aaj se mahatma Gandhi ban gayi."
Phir usne ek pillow uthake Huma ke upar maar diya, "Aur sun, agar kabhi kam pad jayein, toh mujhe call kar lena. Mere dukaan me hamesha stock rehte hain!!!"
Huma ne pillow waapas maarte hue bola, "Tujhe main date pe bhejti hoon, dekhte hain tujhe kaun line deta hai!"
Dono ka pillow fight chalu ho gaya, lekin andar hi andar Huma ab bhi soch rahi thi ki kaise wo in 7 "dates" ko handle karegi. Wo aage badh condom ka dibba utha ke apne bag me daal let hai.
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Ek hafte tak Huma aur Farzana ke beech koi baat nahi hui thi. Farzana ko pata tha ki Huma apni “saath din saath date” wali stupidity mein fully doobi hui hai.
Ek hafte ke silence ke baad, Farzana ko khabar milti hai ki Huma ki tabiyat kharab ho gayi hai. Ye sunte hi wo seedha Huma ke ghar pahunch gayi, expecting drama, aur thoda sa gossip.
Farzana jaise hi Huma ke room mein ghusi, toh andhera aur silence dekh ke bola, “Abey Huma! Zinda hai ya tujhe kabaddi waalon ne maar ke baha diya? Bol na, kutti!”
Huma comforter ke neeche leti thi, uska bas ek haath bahar tha. Thaki hui awaaz mein boli, “Farzana, ja yahan se. Mujhse baat mat kar. Main mar rahi hoon.”
Farzana ne comforter uthane ki koshish ki. “Oye drama queen, dikha toh sahi, kya halat hai teri!” Huma ne comforter ko aur zor se kheecha. “Chhod, Farzana. Mujhe shanti chahiye.”
Farzana ne ek hi jhatke mein comforter kheench diya, aur jo scene usne dekha, usse wo literally peeche hat gayi. Huma ke chut par ek bada sa ice pack rakha tha.
“Abbe teri maa ka! Tere chut pe ice pack kyu hai? Kya kiya tune?!” Farzana chillayi, aankhein badi karte hue.
Huma ne embarrassment ke saath muh ghumaya. “Bas na, zyada mat puch. Zyada ho gaya.”
Farzana ne ek second ke liye apna shock process kiya, phir Huma ke bag ki taraf dekha, jo bed ke paas pada tha. “Main toh ab check karungi. Tere secrets ab yahan chhup nahi sakte!”
Bag kholte hi Farzana ka muh aur zyada khul gaya. “Huma! 17 condoms the na? Toh ye bas ek kaise bacha?!”
Huma ne apna face ice pack ke piche chhupa liya. “Main sab explain kar sakti hoon!”
Farzana ne chillate hue kaha, “Explanation meri gaand! Tu toh literal sex Olympics khel ke aayi hai! Saat bande? Che din? Saali, tu insaan hai ya factory?”
Huma ne ab full defensive mode me kaha, “Dekho, sab meri galti nahi thi! Maine sirf unhe motivate karne ke liye dates ka promise kiya tha, par sab ne seriously le liya.”
Farzana ne apna pet pakad ke hansna shuru kar diya. “Haan, aur phir tu ne decide kiya ki motivation ki height dikhani padegi? Ek bande ke saath nahi, saat bande ke saath chhakka maar diya?”
Huma ne irritate hote hue bola, “Bas kar na, Farzana! Mujhe bura lag raha hai already.”
Farzana ne dramatic tareeke se taali bajai. “Bura? Tujhe bura lag raha hai? Kutti, tujhe gold medal milna chahiye! Tera chut abhi ice pack leke bacha hai, aur tu justify kar rahi hai ki ‘mera intention accha tha.’ Saali intentions ko condoms me lapet ke fek de!”
Huma sharmate hue boli, “At least maine condoms use kiye na!!!”
Farzana ne sarcastic tone mein bola, “Haan, mujhe toh ab tere upar garv ho raha hai. Saali pehle toh bina kisi protection ke chud jaati thi. Ab condoms leke chali gayi, toh tujhe congratulations milne chahiye?”
Huma ne thoda relief lete hue bola, “Dekha, maine improvement kiya hai.”
Farzana ne hasna band nahi kiya. “Haan, improvement? Matlab, pehle tu careless randi thi, ab responsible randi ban gayi hai? Progress kaise ho raha hai, mujhe bata!”
Huma ne chhup hone ke liye apne muh pe pillow rakha, par Farzana rukne wali nahi thi. “Aur sun, ice pack kahan tak kaam karega? Main koi malham bhijwati hun abbu ki dukaan se!!!”
Huma apna muh comforter me chipa li aur ice pack ko side mein rakhte hue boli, “Thank U!! Farzu”
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HUMA ALAM UPDATE
Huma's body count has become 30 in a matter of 2 months and body is the proof of her
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Huma ke body count ka number ab 30 tak pahunch gaya tha, sirf 2 mahine ke andar, aur uski body iss kahani ka proof thi. Pichle mahine tak uska body count 21 par tha, lekin ab uski personality aur unmatched charm ka jaadu logon par aur bhi zyada chadh gaya tha. Huma ek aisi ladki thi jo apni pehli nazar me hi logon ka dil jeet leti thi, chahe woh uska confident walk ho ya uska ek chhota sa muskaan.
Huma ki body ek classic hourglass shape ka adbhut example thi, jisme perfect curves uski zindadili aur energy ka asar dikhate the. Uski kamar itni patli thi ki jaise kisi kalakaar ne ek tasveer me carefully sketch ki ho, aur uske hips itne gracefully rounded ki lagta tha woh kisi runway model ke dream proportions ho. Jab woh chalti thi, to aisa lagta tha jaise hawa bhi uske saath sur mein chal rahi ho—ek subtle sway jo kisi bhi dekhne wale ko hypnotize kar deta tha.
Uska confident walk ek alag hi kahani kehlata tha. Uske heels ki tapping ka har ek note ek symphony ki tarah lagta tha. Woh apne raaste me jo bhi insaan milta, uska dhyan apne aap attract kar leti thi. Roadside chaiwala se lekar branded stores ke owners tak, har koi ek pal ke liye rukh kar uski taraf dekhta tha, jaise woh ek chalti phirti cocaine ho—ek addictive presence jo ek bar dekho to bas dekhte hi reh jao.
Lekin jitni khoobsurat aur sexy uski body thi, utni hi sonay jaisi uski personality thi. Log uski kindness aur sweetness ka galat fayda uthane ki koshish karte, lekin woh apni sweetness aur bhalayi ko kabhi nahi chhodti thi. Woh aisi ladki thi jo har waqt dusron ki help karne ke liye taiyaar hoti thi, chahe woh usse kitne hi galat intentions ke saath kyun na aaye ho.
Huma ke saath log kabhi uski khubsoorti ka, toh kabhi uski soft-hearted nature ka advantage lene ki koshish karte. Usne kaafi baar realize kiya tha ki log uski kindness ko uski weakness samajhte hain, lekin iske bawjood usne kabhi apna dil chhota nahi kiya. Woh abhi bhi wohi Huma thi jo dusron ke liye masti aur mazaak karti thi, har kisi ke dukh-sukh me shamil hoti thi, aur apni duniya me khushi ka ek bright spot banaye rakhti thi.
Huma sirf ek sexy body ka naam nahi thi; woh ek "nice girl" thi jisme ek gold personality thi. Woh duniya ki harsh reality ko jaanti thi, lekin usne kabhi apni niceness aur zindadili ka daaman nahi chhoda. Chahe kitni hi dikkat aaye, chahe kitne hi log uska fayda uthaye, Huma ki smile kabhi feeki nahi padti thi. Uska existence ek balance tha—ek taraf woh ek walking dream thi, aur doosri taraf woh ek genuine, kind-hearted insaan thi jo zindagi ko apne unique andaaz me jeeti thi.
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Huma aur Farzana Ki Baatein
Huma aur Farzana ek cozy café ke corner table par baithe the, jahan ek waiter unke liye creamy pasta serve kar chuka tha. Huma apni kabaddi-date marathon ke baad visibly tired thi, lekin Farzana ke face pe ek mischievous smile thi—woh toh bas mauka dhoond rahi thi Huma ko chhedne ka.
Farzana (mocking smile ke saath): "Toh madam, kaise lag rahe hain tumhare kabaddi ke champions? Ek hafta mein sabka dil jit ke aayi ho, hai na? Chut thandi pad gayi!?"
Huma (irritated): "Bas kar Farzana! Dates the, shaadi nahi. Aur waise bhi, sab thode na itne lucky hote hain ki main unki life mein hoon."
Farzana (laughing): "Lucky? Arey tu toh khud ek walking sports trophy ban gayi hai! Waise ab tak kitne ho gaye? 100 cross kiya ya abhi 50 pe atki hai?"
Huma (eyes rolling, sternly): "Tere imagination ko break lagana padega. 100 kya, bas 30 hain."
Farzana (overacting shock mein): "30? Bas? Yeh toh tu 30 ke 'lightweight' wali category mein aa gayi. National level toh door ki baat hai!"
Huma (angrily): "Tujhe lagta hai main koi list maintain kar rahi hoon? Woh sab bas mazaak tha!"
Farzana (sarcastic tone): "Mazaak? Aur dates? Waise tera mazaak badi efficiently chalta hai, madam. Lagta hai tu in 30 logon ke sapno ki dream girl hai—aur apne future sharif pati ke sapne bhi."
Huma (dreamily): "Haan! Mera husband sharif hoga, koi past nahi hoga uska. Pure hoga, sirf mera."
Farzana (laughing uncontrollably): "Pure? Arey tujhe toh ek dhobi lena chahiye, jo tere past aur tumhare kabaddi wale 'adventures' ko ek saath dhoke saaf kare!"
Huma (fork ghoomate hue): "Main bas apne life ke liye clear hoon, samjhi? Mera pati loyal, romantic, aur seedha-saadha hoga. Kisi ladki ke saath uska koi connection nahi hoga."
Farzana (sarcastically): "Haan, aur woh itna sharif hoga ki usne pehle chut bhi nahi dekhi hogi."
Huma (laughing awkwardly): "Bas kar Farzana, tu toh baat ko unnecessarily stretch kar rahi hai."
Farzana (laughing harder): "Unnecessarily? Arey tu toh 'stretch' karne mein expert hai! Kabaddi ka mat ho ya dates ka bed, dono pe performance top-notch!"
Huma (throwing a napkin at her): "Abe chupp! Agar yehi baatein karegi toh dosti cancel."
Farzana (fake serious): "Dosti cancel? Arre tu toh tabhi cancel ho gayi thi jab 30 ka score le ke aayi thi! Waise, ab tak kisi ek date pe bhi yeh bola hai ki 'it’s not you, it’s me'?"
Huma (eating pasta, ignoring her): "Kuch nahi bola. Woh sab toh bas mujhe dekhte hi khush ho jaate hain."
Farzana (teasing tone): "Haan, kyunki unhe pata hai ki tu 'keeper' hai. Waise, apne 30 ke baad bhi husband ke liye purity test pass karegi, ya ek excuse ready hai?"
Huma (smiling sarcastically): "Excuse toh tab ready hoga jab jarurat padegi. Tu saali kaun dudh ki dhuli hai, tu toh apni loose condoms ka box leke baithi hai, aur mujhe lectures de rahi hai!"
Farzana (grinning): "Arre, mere box se tujhe madad mili thi ya nahi? Waise ab toh tu hi declare kar ki kaunsa pasta zyada spicy hai—café ka ya tera life ka?"
Dono ek dusre pe napkins aur sarcastic comments uchhalte rahe, aur hasne ki awaaz se café ka atmosphere light aur funny ho gaya.
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Café ka bill settle karne ke baad dono apne bags uthakar slow walk karte hue ghar ki taraf nikal padti hain. Shaam ka mausam halka thanda tha, aur galiyon ke streetlights unki har baat ko ek dramatic touch de rahe the. Huma ke haath mein ek cold coffee ka bacha-kucha cup tha, aur Farzana apne bag ke zip ke saath khel rahi thi, jaise kuch soch rahi ho.
Huma (casually): "Sun na, ghar pe kal ek rista lekar aaye the. Pura uncle-type. Mujhe dekhte hi hasi aayi!"
Farzana (laughing): "Uncle-type? Matlab moochh aur potbelly combo pack?"
Huma (rolling her eyes): "Haan, aur shirt ka ek button khula hua tha! Matlab confidence dekho. Amma toh aise proud lag rahi thi jaise unhone mujhe IPL ki trophy jitwa di ho."
Farzana (laughing hard): "Aur tu kya boli? Tujhe to aise hi pasand hain na!? Ha ha ha"
Huma (mocking): "Hatt saali, Main kya bolti? Maine chai serve ki aur andar jaake apne pillow ko maara. Ab main kisi uncle ke saath shaadi karungi? Matlab please!"
Farzana: "Tu uske sath chudai kar sakti hai par shadi nahi, Oh Haan, tujhe toh tere 'sharif aur pure' wale sapno ka prince chahiye, na?"
Huma (laughing): "Haan, lekin woh kab milega pata nahi. Abhi toh uncle aur weirdos ki line lagi hai. Waise tera boyfriend? Usi se nikah karegi kya?"
Farzana (shrugging): "Us se? Nahin re. Mummy-Papa kaise maanege? Woh toh abhi se bol rahe hain ki koi 'respected family' ka ho."
Huma (sarcastically): "Respected family? Matlab jo log Farzana ki condom drawer ka size na dekhein?"
Farzana (laughing): "Shut up! Mera drawer chhodo, tu apne 30 wale score ke baare mein soch. Waise tu toh kabaddi wale team captain ko bhi consider kar le, shaadi ke liye. Dekhne mein bura nahi hai."
Huma (pretending to think): "Haan, aur pehle night ko woh mujhe tackle karega aur bolega, 'Pata chal gaya kabaddi captain se shaadi karne ka result!' No thanks!"
Dono rukh jaake ek lamp post ke neeche zameen pe baith gayi, hass-hass ke unki halat kharab ho gayi thi.
Farzana (giggling): "Dekha? Hum dono same hain. Family expectations alag, humare apne sapne alag. Bas farq itna hai ki tu zyada randi hai."
Huma (laughing, fake offended): "Randi meri jooti! Main bas life enjoy kar rahi hoon."
Farzana (smirking): "Haan, aur woh bhi ek 'date' at a time."
Huma ne apna cold coffee ka cup Farzana ki taraf uchhala, lekin dono phir se haste haste zameen pe baith gaye.
Huma's body count has become 30 in a matter of 2 months and body is the proof of her
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Huma ke body count ka number ab 30 tak pahunch gaya tha, sirf 2 mahine ke andar, aur uski body iss kahani ka proof thi. Pichle mahine tak uska body count 21 par tha, lekin ab uski personality aur unmatched charm ka jaadu logon par aur bhi zyada chadh gaya tha. Huma ek aisi ladki thi jo apni pehli nazar me hi logon ka dil jeet leti thi, chahe woh uska confident walk ho ya uska ek chhota sa muskaan.
Huma ki body ek classic hourglass shape ka adbhut example thi, jisme perfect curves uski zindadili aur energy ka asar dikhate the. Uski kamar itni patli thi ki jaise kisi kalakaar ne ek tasveer me carefully sketch ki ho, aur uske hips itne gracefully rounded ki lagta tha woh kisi runway model ke dream proportions ho. Jab woh chalti thi, to aisa lagta tha jaise hawa bhi uske saath sur mein chal rahi ho—ek subtle sway jo kisi bhi dekhne wale ko hypnotize kar deta tha.
Uska confident walk ek alag hi kahani kehlata tha. Uske heels ki tapping ka har ek note ek symphony ki tarah lagta tha. Woh apne raaste me jo bhi insaan milta, uska dhyan apne aap attract kar leti thi. Roadside chaiwala se lekar branded stores ke owners tak, har koi ek pal ke liye rukh kar uski taraf dekhta tha, jaise woh ek chalti phirti cocaine ho—ek addictive presence jo ek bar dekho to bas dekhte hi reh jao.
Lekin jitni khoobsurat aur sexy uski body thi, utni hi sonay jaisi uski personality thi. Log uski kindness aur sweetness ka galat fayda uthane ki koshish karte, lekin woh apni sweetness aur bhalayi ko kabhi nahi chhodti thi. Woh aisi ladki thi jo har waqt dusron ki help karne ke liye taiyaar hoti thi, chahe woh usse kitne hi galat intentions ke saath kyun na aaye ho.
Huma ke saath log kabhi uski khubsoorti ka, toh kabhi uski soft-hearted nature ka advantage lene ki koshish karte. Usne kaafi baar realize kiya tha ki log uski kindness ko uski weakness samajhte hain, lekin iske bawjood usne kabhi apna dil chhota nahi kiya. Woh abhi bhi wohi Huma thi jo dusron ke liye masti aur mazaak karti thi, har kisi ke dukh-sukh me shamil hoti thi, aur apni duniya me khushi ka ek bright spot banaye rakhti thi.
Huma sirf ek sexy body ka naam nahi thi; woh ek "nice girl" thi jisme ek gold personality thi. Woh duniya ki harsh reality ko jaanti thi, lekin usne kabhi apni niceness aur zindadili ka daaman nahi chhoda. Chahe kitni hi dikkat aaye, chahe kitne hi log uska fayda uthaye, Huma ki smile kabhi feeki nahi padti thi. Uska existence ek balance tha—ek taraf woh ek walking dream thi, aur doosri taraf woh ek genuine, kind-hearted insaan thi jo zindagi ko apne unique andaaz me jeeti thi.
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Huma aur Farzana Ki Baatein
Huma aur Farzana ek cozy café ke corner table par baithe the, jahan ek waiter unke liye creamy pasta serve kar chuka tha. Huma apni kabaddi-date marathon ke baad visibly tired thi, lekin Farzana ke face pe ek mischievous smile thi—woh toh bas mauka dhoond rahi thi Huma ko chhedne ka.
Farzana (mocking smile ke saath): "Toh madam, kaise lag rahe hain tumhare kabaddi ke champions? Ek hafta mein sabka dil jit ke aayi ho, hai na? Chut thandi pad gayi!?"
Huma (irritated): "Bas kar Farzana! Dates the, shaadi nahi. Aur waise bhi, sab thode na itne lucky hote hain ki main unki life mein hoon."
Farzana (laughing): "Lucky? Arey tu toh khud ek walking sports trophy ban gayi hai! Waise ab tak kitne ho gaye? 100 cross kiya ya abhi 50 pe atki hai?"
Huma (eyes rolling, sternly): "Tere imagination ko break lagana padega. 100 kya, bas 30 hain."
Farzana (overacting shock mein): "30? Bas? Yeh toh tu 30 ke 'lightweight' wali category mein aa gayi. National level toh door ki baat hai!"
Huma (angrily): "Tujhe lagta hai main koi list maintain kar rahi hoon? Woh sab bas mazaak tha!"
Farzana (sarcastic tone): "Mazaak? Aur dates? Waise tera mazaak badi efficiently chalta hai, madam. Lagta hai tu in 30 logon ke sapno ki dream girl hai—aur apne future sharif pati ke sapne bhi."
Huma (dreamily): "Haan! Mera husband sharif hoga, koi past nahi hoga uska. Pure hoga, sirf mera."
Farzana (laughing uncontrollably): "Pure? Arey tujhe toh ek dhobi lena chahiye, jo tere past aur tumhare kabaddi wale 'adventures' ko ek saath dhoke saaf kare!"
Huma (fork ghoomate hue): "Main bas apne life ke liye clear hoon, samjhi? Mera pati loyal, romantic, aur seedha-saadha hoga. Kisi ladki ke saath uska koi connection nahi hoga."
Farzana (sarcastically): "Haan, aur woh itna sharif hoga ki usne pehle chut bhi nahi dekhi hogi."
Huma (laughing awkwardly): "Bas kar Farzana, tu toh baat ko unnecessarily stretch kar rahi hai."
Farzana (laughing harder): "Unnecessarily? Arey tu toh 'stretch' karne mein expert hai! Kabaddi ka mat ho ya dates ka bed, dono pe performance top-notch!"
Huma (throwing a napkin at her): "Abe chupp! Agar yehi baatein karegi toh dosti cancel."
Farzana (fake serious): "Dosti cancel? Arre tu toh tabhi cancel ho gayi thi jab 30 ka score le ke aayi thi! Waise, ab tak kisi ek date pe bhi yeh bola hai ki 'it’s not you, it’s me'?"
Huma (eating pasta, ignoring her): "Kuch nahi bola. Woh sab toh bas mujhe dekhte hi khush ho jaate hain."
Farzana (teasing tone): "Haan, kyunki unhe pata hai ki tu 'keeper' hai. Waise, apne 30 ke baad bhi husband ke liye purity test pass karegi, ya ek excuse ready hai?"
Huma (smiling sarcastically): "Excuse toh tab ready hoga jab jarurat padegi. Tu saali kaun dudh ki dhuli hai, tu toh apni loose condoms ka box leke baithi hai, aur mujhe lectures de rahi hai!"
Farzana (grinning): "Arre, mere box se tujhe madad mili thi ya nahi? Waise ab toh tu hi declare kar ki kaunsa pasta zyada spicy hai—café ka ya tera life ka?"
Dono ek dusre pe napkins aur sarcastic comments uchhalte rahe, aur hasne ki awaaz se café ka atmosphere light aur funny ho gaya.
x-x-x-x
Café ka bill settle karne ke baad dono apne bags uthakar slow walk karte hue ghar ki taraf nikal padti hain. Shaam ka mausam halka thanda tha, aur galiyon ke streetlights unki har baat ko ek dramatic touch de rahe the. Huma ke haath mein ek cold coffee ka bacha-kucha cup tha, aur Farzana apne bag ke zip ke saath khel rahi thi, jaise kuch soch rahi ho.
Huma (casually): "Sun na, ghar pe kal ek rista lekar aaye the. Pura uncle-type. Mujhe dekhte hi hasi aayi!"
Farzana (laughing): "Uncle-type? Matlab moochh aur potbelly combo pack?"
Huma (rolling her eyes): "Haan, aur shirt ka ek button khula hua tha! Matlab confidence dekho. Amma toh aise proud lag rahi thi jaise unhone mujhe IPL ki trophy jitwa di ho."
Farzana (laughing hard): "Aur tu kya boli? Tujhe to aise hi pasand hain na!? Ha ha ha"
Huma (mocking): "Hatt saali, Main kya bolti? Maine chai serve ki aur andar jaake apne pillow ko maara. Ab main kisi uncle ke saath shaadi karungi? Matlab please!"
Farzana: "Tu uske sath chudai kar sakti hai par shadi nahi, Oh Haan, tujhe toh tere 'sharif aur pure' wale sapno ka prince chahiye, na?"
Huma (laughing): "Haan, lekin woh kab milega pata nahi. Abhi toh uncle aur weirdos ki line lagi hai. Waise tera boyfriend? Usi se nikah karegi kya?"
Farzana (shrugging): "Us se? Nahin re. Mummy-Papa kaise maanege? Woh toh abhi se bol rahe hain ki koi 'respected family' ka ho."
Huma (sarcastically): "Respected family? Matlab jo log Farzana ki condom drawer ka size na dekhein?"
Farzana (laughing): "Shut up! Mera drawer chhodo, tu apne 30 wale score ke baare mein soch. Waise tu toh kabaddi wale team captain ko bhi consider kar le, shaadi ke liye. Dekhne mein bura nahi hai."
Huma (pretending to think): "Haan, aur pehle night ko woh mujhe tackle karega aur bolega, 'Pata chal gaya kabaddi captain se shaadi karne ka result!' No thanks!"
Dono rukh jaake ek lamp post ke neeche zameen pe baith gayi, hass-hass ke unki halat kharab ho gayi thi.
Farzana (giggling): "Dekha? Hum dono same hain. Family expectations alag, humare apne sapne alag. Bas farq itna hai ki tu zyada randi hai."
Huma (laughing, fake offended): "Randi meri jooti! Main bas life enjoy kar rahi hoon."
Farzana (smirking): "Haan, aur woh bhi ek 'date' at a time."
Huma ne apna cold coffee ka cup Farzana ki taraf uchhala, lekin dono phir se haste haste zameen pe baith gaye.
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