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It looks stylish, hot and sexy just like me.
I go to Rocky gym regularly since the last 7 yrs, which is in the lane of Dholeram ke Samose, close to Kandoi Halwai and in the same building as Jassi de parathe My silky, long, black hair is my USP. But the best part about me is my humour. I am a social person, I have always been mobbed by friends mostly boys. I love them too. They always invite me to their birthdays, parties, marriages and even Baby showers.
Kagathara family warmly invites you to the marriage of their son. Rocking you bet…! And soon my life is also going to rock as the Rocking Ruchi rocks! She was wearing pink choli, pink and white sandals, a big gold kada in her right hand and diamond necklace. Her silky black hair were open and flying in the fan air. She came to the living room and slowly sat in front of me, with some 12 odd people all around us.
Jatin mama, Jankhna mami, Mehul bhai, bhabhi, Mummy, Pappa and others I went to see a bride for myself but these people seemed more excited about it. I was looking at her cheeks that were blushing and were of the same shade as mine were at that time. God bless Jatin mama for that and may his share market business goes up like Rocket!
I was sitting with the most beautiful girl I have ever met. I was simply looking at her actually staring when suddenly she broke the ice WTF, what kind of question was that? I mean you look gorgeous. And imitating a trained husband I gave her the perfect answer. She smiled yes. I was like aghast…burning with rage inside.
I wanted to kill all those Halwais, those Pizaa Parlour staff and specially the instructor of Rocky Gym who used to con me telling me that he wants to have a physique like me. Anyways after that we talked on almost about everything from friends to family, from school to college, from Television to movies, until my nephew Bako came in the room and announced times-up in the manner of KBC. Samay Samapti Ki Goshana! It has been four months since that mesmerizing meeting and tomorrow is the D day, 14th February, my wedding day.
The door bell rang, it was my gang Raju, Anil, Jitu and my besty Sunilthrowing a bachelor party to honour the end of my virginity. Infact, I had thrown a bachelor party, in my room. He was the first person in our group who got married, and hence most experienced. He Hot wedding night stories the richest person in our group and Pakka Marvadi true blue business minded. And then he locked the door. Their eyes scanned the whole room, which was freshly Hot wedding night stories and decorated with new furniture Yes bed was also new with Kourlon mattress!
Yes, they are my friends and I know I can ask them anything.
But before I say anything, a Johnny walker walked out from Jitu's jacket, though I have paid for it, he just brought it. I told you he is pakka Marvadi.
His tongue was losing his command but he was speaking, and I was listening. You just go in the room confidently and just do it. He was right, we chatted almost every night since we got engaged, only boys knows boys behavior. I was in an awkward situation.
I mean, why do we always need books in all exams of life.? Then we finished our last round of drinks and soon they departed slurring and singing. I put that Kamasutra in a cabinet tucked beneath my clothes and went to sleep, though I did go through some s before that.
Next day I wore fancy aqua color Shervani which had golden flowers printed on it, with a royal turban over my head and Rajasthani mojri covering my feet. We reached Baroda at 9 am, I was treated like a king on that day, no one was allowing me to pick even a glass of water. People were dancing, eating and enjoying I was waiting for night. Finally at The Pujari was performing the puja and rituals, and believe me he took hours and I was counting every minute, staring at him. After 3 hours, hundreds of shlokas and seven rounds around fire, we were declared married to each other.
Just when we were about to leave the marriage hall, on cue, Ruchi started crying, then her mom, her dad, her friends, her cousins, her neighbors so much so that even I felt like crying! Finally we settled in the Maruti Esteem.
When we started our journey back to Ahmedabad, I wanted to take her hand in my hand, I tried but she was not comfortable, so I left it. But then she Hot wedding night stories my hand in her I wanted to hug her then, but I saw the driver was looking at us through the rear view mirror. With some light talk we finished the journey back home, uneventfully.
We reached late evening. It was 8 PM. After a hectic day and the wait of 25 years, 25 yrs and last 4 months to be precise, my day had come, well actually night. After some quick chat with my friends, I started my walk to my room, I would have ran, If I could. I was excited; I could feel my blood flowing in my viens. On way I met one of my aunts. She saw me Hot wedding night stories faster than normal and started giggling.
I was red with embarrasment. For me it was like some UPSC exam. In another five steps I was about to reach my room. So I closed my eyes and controlled all my emotions Inner and outer and suddenly my mind tried to recollect all the gyan my friends gave me yesterday, actually the Kamasutra, which I read entirely, before I buried it again in the cabinet. I knocked the door and entered the room. She was sitting on the bed, covered with petals, just like a leading lady of a bollywood movie. I closed the door, just like a hero from a bollywood movie.
I stepped forward slowly and sat next to her, exactly as Anil had told me, and I was about to go for next step, but I smelled her fragrance and I forgot all the suggestions, the steps and the gyan. When she looked into my eyes I was speechless.
I was clean bowled, I was feeling so ashamed, I could not look in to her eyes and before I could say anything lights were off. My son is getting married and I am arranging things for him. I still have that gift from my friends. Our business has grown well and now we have our khaman franchisee across Gujarat.
We still serve the best Khaman in the world and we still use ground nut oil. Mintu, Chiko, Bako…. And Entire Kagathara family. And imitating a trained husband I gave her the perfect answer She smiled yes.
Did she laugh on my answer or on my physique? Then Raju came forward to me, he put his hand on my shoulder and said. After 20 years. Jay Ambe. About Author. Kunal Shah Member Since: 12 Mar, View Profile. Average user rating 4. Total Vote s 5. Total Re Recent Publication.
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