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Chapter-4
Dharavi Ki Galiyon Se Kamla Ke Ghar Tak​

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Rez apne aangan me lakde ke darwaje ke paas jaata he..... aur us darwaje ka purane jamane ke Janjir wale tale ko kholta hi he ki tabhi...uske kaan me
dharavi ke ek lote f.m radio ke loud speaker ki jor se siti bajti he......ye loud speaker dharavi ke bicho bich rakha hua tha...taaki har koi f.m ka maja utha sake....
“Pheeeeee-reeee
reeeereeeeeeeetttt...trrreeeeeeeetttttttttt!!!

rez apne kaan ko turant bandh kar leta he aur muskura ta he......"lo ho gai wasim bhai ki subah"

"RJ WASIM SHEKH"
" To kaise he mere Dharavi ke dosto?, sabko mera subah ka salam, namaskar, sat sri akaal, aur sabse pehle mere apno ko pyaar bhara adaab!
Main hoon aapka apna dil ka hero..RJ Wasim Shekh, aur yeh hai FM Dharavi 100.5 – Jitni apni gali, utna apna sur!"

yaha rez jaise hi apne chhote se makaan ka purana lakdi ka darwaza dhakel ke bahar nikla, Dharavi ki subah ki hamesha wali zindagi uske saamne khul gayi...uske ghar ke saamne bas diwal thi aur us diwal aur uske apne makan ke bich me ek patli si gali jo bohot lambi thi...rez apni maa ke... hothon ko chumne ki baat ab bhi man hi man yaad kar raha tha par uska dhyan firse wasim bhai ke f.m ne toda...rez us galiyon me chal ne laga piche piche use halki-halki wasim bhai ke fm ki aawaz aa rahi thi...

"R.j Wasim Sekh"
Aaj hai 14 August 2025, haan ji, Thursday ka yeh khubsurat din, jisme subah ki roshni Dharavi ki chhaton pe aise gir rahi hai jaise apne khwabon pe Allah ka noor.

Kal raat ki thandi hawa abhi bhi mausam me bani hui he..aur apne saath mohabbat ki khushboo bhi le ke chal rahi he,chai-wale chacha ki 'garam cutting' aapko bula rahi he…..jaiye jaiye dharavi ki subah aapko bula rahi he...

Yaha rez Patli-patli galiyon se guzar raha tha...dono taraf se chhote chote jhopde aur kacche makan......aur kapdon ke taar-par latke hue kapde......rez un taro ko upar kar ke uske niche se nikalte hue aage badh raha tha..rasto ke aas-pass nali ka pani beh raha tha, aur beech-beech me machhli bazaar ki teekhi smell....wahi r.j wasim ab bhi apne f.m me logon ki subah sawar raha tha...wahi rez apne dimag ko kharab kar raha tha ki wasim kya bakchodi kar raha...uski bato ka naa koi sir he naa pair...

"R.j Wasim Sekh"
Aur jaante ho… zindagi hume hamari chahe kitni bhi badi aur buri lage, par hum sab aakhir me ek hi baat chahte hain - bas apna din ko ordinary rakhna, par apni zindagi ko extraordinary banenana!
Isi baat pe… aaj ka din start karte hain ek aise gaane ke saath jo mere dil ke bahut kareeb hai, filmon ke deewano ke liye ek gift hai… Leo movie ka woh zabardast gaana – Ordinary Person!
To chhodo tension, lagao earphones ya phir bajne do gali ke speaker pe, kyunki aap sun rahe ho Wasim Shekh ka ‘Gana Khazana’… aur paish he aapke liye ye khubsurat gaana…"


"My life is in this town"
And I ain’t going down
You think that I am crazy
"But I don’t want the crown"


Yaha rez gali ka dahina mod leta he... aur gali ke ek kone me baithe buzurgo ka group dekhta he.... Ek chacha beedi pi rahe the, doosra purane transistor pe Marathi geet sun raha tha. Rez ne aage badhte hue bola, “Arre chacha, kaise ho?” ye kehte hue wo aage ki aur chalta rehta he....

Ek ne hansi ke saath jawab diya, “Abe Rez, tu to bada smart lag raha hai aaj… kahin line marne to nahi jaa raha?”
Rez ne aankh maar ke kaha, “Line to marunga lekin aapki beti ko dekh ke marunga chacha… abhi to kaam pe jaa raha hoon.” chacha ne dua dete hue kaha ja tujhe Allah salamat rakhe...rez ab bhi chale jaa raha tha...wahi wasim ka gana ab bhi baje jaa raha tha


"My life is in this town"
And I ain’t going down
You think that I am crazy
But I don’t want the crown


I’m just an ordinary person, yeah
I’m just a peace loving soul
I’m just an ordinary person, yeah
I’m just a peace loving soul
Peace loving soul


Agle mod par rez ko ek marathi aurat mil gayi, haath me sabzi ka thaila tha aur sabzi wale se sabzi kharid rahi thi...Rez ne Marathi me bola, “Kashi aahes, vahini?”

Vahini muskurayi,“Bara aahe…tu kuthe chaltoy re?”

Rez ne haste hue bola, “Kaam dhundhna… par agar tum shaadi ka offer de do to main turant kaam se pehle hi resign de dunga.”

Vahini bhi hans deti he, “Arre jaa re launda…"rez uske is jawab pe muskurate hue aage ki aur badhta rehta he...wahi apna rj ab bhi gane baja raha tha


My life is in this town
My life is in this town
And I ain’t going down
You think that I am crazy
But I don’t want the crown


Yaha rez thoda aage gaya to ek jawan randi gali ke kone me khadi thi, maang bhar ke khadi hui thi. honthon pe lipstick lagaye...,aankhon me kaajal lagaye... usne awaaz di, “Ae Rez… chal na me tere ko free me dungi...”

Rez ne bina rukke bola, “Shaadi kar le fir mujhse.”
Woh masti me boli, “bas tarikh bata de...me aa jayegi rishta leke..”
rez masti me fir bolta he "iske liye tere sharabi pati ko maarna hoga.."

aur rez hass kar aage ki aur chalne laga...


I’m just an ordinary person, yeah
I’m just a peace loving soul
I’m just an ordinary person, yeah
I’m just a peace loving soul
Peace loving soul

My life is in this town


Rez aage badhte hue jaa rha tha...ek budhiya apne jhopde ke bahar charpai pe baithi dhoop sek rahi thi. Rez ne masti me bola, “Kya re budhiya, ab tak tapki nahi?”

Budhiya ne jawab diya, “Apni beti ki shaadi tere se karwaye bina marne nahi wali.”

Rez ne haste hue bolta he“Isse pehle main tujhe maar dunga,” aur dono hans pade. Aur rez aage ki aur chalne laga....

Gali ke end par ek chai ki dukaan thi. Wahan uska dost Lala baithe-baithe chai pee raha tha. Rez ne seedha bola, “Oye, bike ki chaabi de zara.”

Lala ne pehle chabi rez ki aur uchali...Aur fir usne rez se puchha, “Kidar jaa raha hai bike leke?”

Rez ne majakiya andaz ke saath kaha, “Teri biwi ke paas… sale kal raat Shila ke paas tha na tu? Ruk batata hu use..?”

Lala ki chai gale me hi atak gayi, Aur Apne sir ko thap-thapane laga“Abe saale sach me mat jaana… maar degi wo mujhe!”

Rez ne tab tak bike start kar di thi, Lala chai ka glass ko table pe chhod ke uske piche bhaagta hua uska picha kar raha tha, “Bhai ruk!!!… Ae ruk!!! mazaak kar raha tha na?!” Rez bike pe door nikal jata he, Aur Lala beech gali me chilata.....Are saale wo maar degi mere ko!!!!

(Lala rez ka bachpan ka dost tha...lala humesha rez ko apne chote bhai ki tarah maanta tha....rez uske har acche aur kale kaam ki khabar rakhta tha....taaki use chidha sake par kabhi kabhi wo shaitani kar bhi deta tha.....jaise ki lalla ki biwi ko uski purani mehbooba ke bare me batana...)​

Rez dharavi ki tang galiyon me dhire dhire bike chala raha tha...kucch hi der me.... Rez Kamla ke ghar ke saamne bike rokta hai. Bike stand pe lagata hai aur, neeche utarta hai, par chhabi nikalna bhool jata hai. Do kadam chalta hai, phir yaad aata hai, “Arre saala…” Wo Mud ke jaata hai, Aur lock lagata hai, chhabi nikalta hai...

Darwaze pe ek purana zanjir wala lock latak raha tha. Rez ne haath se khad-khadaaya. Andar se kamla ki aawaz aati he “Kon aahe?”

Rez ne bhi jawab diya, “Mausi, mi rez aahe.”

Darwaza khula, Kamla ke chehre pe ek pe ek khubsurat muskaan thi, “Aav re bada, aav… pani piyega?”

Rez ne haste hue bola, “Naa mausi, mala ghai aahe.”

Kamla ne haath se ishaara kiya, “Chal re, andar aa."kamla rez ka haath pakar use apne room ke andar le aai aur bistar par bitha diya aur uske liye paani ke matke se ek glaas paani lati he

Andar ka kamra Rez ke ghar se bilkul ulta tha-naya rang, saaf-suthra palang, proper almari, corner me rakha steel ka paani ka matka. Rez ne paani ka glass liya, ek sip lete hue kamre ko dhyaan se dekh raha tha. Mausi ke ghar ka setup to mast hai…ye soch raha tha....​

Kamla khud bhi ekdum ban-thank ke thi- acchi saree, halka make-up, face pe glow, figure perfect — na jyada moti, na jyada patli,Chuche vishal aur ubhari hui moti gaand...aur uske chehre ki ronak...Rez ke dimaag me ek pal ko ajeeb sa thought aaya, lekin turant use dimag se hata diya, kaam ki talash ke liye aaya hoon, wahi karunga. Rez apne man me kehta he ....

Kamla uske paas palang pe baith gayi, sir pe haath ferte hue boli, “Bada, tu kaam dhund raha tha na?”
Rez ne haan me sir hilaaya, “Haan mausi.”

Kamla: “Kaam to hai bada, lekin basti ke upar Dharavi ke bahar ka hai… karega?”

Rez ko apni paristhiti ka andaza tha isliye usne turant kaha....

Rez: “Kyu nahi mausi, agar paise acche milenge to kyu nahi?”

Kamla: “Main ek bade sahab ke yahan kaam karti hoon… pehle wo bidesh me rehte the, ab Mumbai me rehne ko aagaye he Bahot si company hai unki… wo… kya bolte… k.y.c.?”

Rez hans ke bolta he, “Mausi, wo K.Y.C. nahi hota… L.I.C. hota… life insurance company hogi.”

Kamla ne uske kandhe pe halki chapet maari, “Haan wahi… sab ek hi to hai.”
Rez: “Par mausi mere paas degree nahi hai aur mene to school bhi complete nahi kiya… kaise milegi wahan naukri?”

Kamla: “Meri baat poori hone to de… unke bahot se hotel hai, aur… wo adde hai sharab ke…”

Rez ne muskurate hue bola, “Mausi, bar honge?”

Kamla: “Tu Gapt Bas… meri baat poori sun… maalkin se maine teri darkhwast lagayi thi, unhone sahab se baat ki, sahab ne haan keh di. Tere liye bar ka kaam hai… unki badi beti chalati hai, Monica madam naam hai unka. Aaj shaam 4 baje milne jaana unse...”

Rez ka chehra thoda serious ho gaya, bar ka naam sunte hi uske baap ki yaad aa gayi. Kamla ne uske gaal pe haath fer ke poochha, “Ae bada, mala maite tu kya soch raha?”

Rez chup raha.

Kamla: “Jis sharab ne tera ghar barbaad kiya ab wahi sharab tera ghar bana bhi sakta hai… teri maa ab thak chuki hogi. Uske liye ye kaam mat mana karna... Soch…teri maa-baheno ko to is jagah se bhi bahar nikal sakta he agar kucch saal tune kucch paise bacha liye to tu hamesha ke liye mumbai se kahi dur sukoon wali jagah reh sakta he tu....maan ja na bada...

Rez ne bas haan me sir hilaaya, “Shukriya mausi… sochunga is bare me"

rez bistar se khada hota he tabhi kamla uski kalai pakad ke use rokti he aur kehti he...

Kamla: “Sochne ka time nahi hai re bada… paise acche milenge teri maa-baheno ki zindagi sudhregi. Ganga ki shadi bhi karani he tujhe..kaise sanbhalega ye sab akele? Abhi 10 baje hai, 4 bajne me der nahi hogi....unka kya he unko teri jagah koi aur mil jayega kaam karne ke liye....isi liye keh rahi Kar le.”..

Thik he mausi pehle me Aarif chacha ki salah lunga....Ab me jata hu mausi....
Kamla ne uski kalai ko chora aur uske balo ko aise sahi kar rahi thi jaise rez usi ka beta ho...

Kamla ne muskura ke bola, “Jata hoon mat bol… bol lot ke aata hoon.”

Rez muskura kar bolta he "thik he mausi lot ke aata hu"...

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Awesome update bro

 

[parkas]

Chapter-4
Dharavi Ki Galiyon Se Kamla Ke Ghar Tak​

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Rez apne aangan me lakde ke darwaje ke paas jaata he..... aur us darwaje ka purane jamane ke Janjir wale tale ko kholta hi he ki tabhi...uske kaan me
dharavi ke ek lote f.m radio ke loud speaker ki jor se siti bajti he......ye loud speaker dharavi ke bicho bich rakha hua tha...taaki har koi f.m ka maja utha sake....
“Pheeeeee-reeee
reeeereeeeeeeetttt...trrreeeeeeeetttttttttt!!!

rez apne kaan ko turant bandh kar leta he aur muskura ta he......"lo ho gai wasim bhai ki subah"

"RJ WASIM SHEKH"
" To kaise he mere Dharavi ke dosto?, sabko mera subah ka salam, namaskar, sat sri akaal, aur sabse pehle mere apno ko pyaar bhara adaab!
Main hoon aapka apna dil ka hero..RJ Wasim Shekh, aur yeh hai FM Dharavi 100.5 – Jitni apni gali, utna apna sur!"

yaha rez jaise hi apne chhote se makaan ka purana lakdi ka darwaza dhakel ke bahar nikla, Dharavi ki subah ki hamesha wali zindagi uske saamne khul gayi...uske ghar ke saamne bas diwal thi aur us diwal aur uske apne makan ke bich me ek patli si gali jo bohot lambi thi...rez apni maa ke... hothon ko chumne ki baat ab bhi man hi man yaad kar raha tha par uska dhyan firse wasim bhai ke f.m ne toda...rez us galiyon me chal ne laga piche piche use halki-halki wasim bhai ke fm ki aawaz aa rahi thi...

"R.j Wasim Sekh"
Aaj hai 14 August 2025, haan ji, Thursday ka yeh khubsurat din, jisme subah ki roshni Dharavi ki chhaton pe aise gir rahi hai jaise apne khwabon pe Allah ka noor.

Kal raat ki thandi hawa abhi bhi mausam me bani hui he..aur apne saath mohabbat ki khushboo bhi le ke chal rahi he,chai-wale chacha ki 'garam cutting' aapko bula rahi he…..jaiye jaiye dharavi ki subah aapko bula rahi he...

Yaha rez Patli-patli galiyon se guzar raha tha...dono taraf se chhote chote jhopde aur kacche makan......aur kapdon ke taar-par latke hue kapde......rez un taro ko upar kar ke uske niche se nikalte hue aage badh raha tha..rasto ke aas-pass nali ka pani beh raha tha, aur beech-beech me machhli bazaar ki teekhi smell....wahi r.j wasim ab bhi apne f.m me logon ki subah sawar raha tha...wahi rez apne dimag ko kharab kar raha tha ki wasim kya bakchodi kar raha...uski bato ka naa koi sir he naa pair...

"R.j Wasim Sekh"
Aur jaante ho… zindagi hume hamari chahe kitni bhi badi aur buri lage, par hum sab aakhir me ek hi baat chahte hain - bas apna din ko ordinary rakhna, par apni zindagi ko extraordinary banenana!
Isi baat pe… aaj ka din start karte hain ek aise gaane ke saath jo mere dil ke bahut kareeb hai, filmon ke deewano ke liye ek gift hai… Leo movie ka woh zabardast gaana – Ordinary Person!
To chhodo tension, lagao earphones ya phir bajne do gali ke speaker pe, kyunki aap sun rahe ho Wasim Shekh ka ‘Gana Khazana’… aur paish he aapke liye ye khubsurat gaana…"


"My life is in this town"
And I ain’t going down
You think that I am crazy
"But I don’t want the crown"


Yaha rez gali ka dahina mod leta he... aur gali ke ek kone me baithe buzurgo ka group dekhta he.... Ek chacha beedi pi rahe the, doosra purane transistor pe Marathi geet sun raha tha. Rez ne aage badhte hue bola, “Arre chacha, kaise ho?” ye kehte hue wo aage ki aur chalta rehta he....

Ek ne hansi ke saath jawab diya, “Abe Rez, tu to bada smart lag raha hai aaj… kahin line marne to nahi jaa raha?”
Rez ne aankh maar ke kaha, “Line to marunga lekin aapki beti ko dekh ke marunga chacha… abhi to kaam pe jaa raha hoon.” chacha ne dua dete hue kaha ja tujhe Allah salamat rakhe...rez ab bhi chale jaa raha tha...wahi wasim ka gana ab bhi baje jaa raha tha


"My life is in this town"
And I ain’t going down
You think that I am crazy
But I don’t want the crown


I’m just an ordinary person, yeah
I’m just a peace loving soul
I’m just an ordinary person, yeah
I’m just a peace loving soul
Peace loving soul


Agle mod par rez ko ek marathi aurat mil gayi, haath me sabzi ka thaila tha aur sabzi wale se sabzi kharid rahi thi...Rez ne Marathi me bola, “Kashi aahes, vahini?”

Vahini muskurayi,“Bara aahe…tu kuthe chaltoy re?”

Rez ne haste hue bola, “Kaam dhundhna… par agar tum shaadi ka offer de do to main turant kaam se pehle hi resign de dunga.”

Vahini bhi hans deti he, “Arre jaa re launda…"rez uske is jawab pe muskurate hue aage ki aur badhta rehta he...wahi apna rj ab bhi gane baja raha tha


My life is in this town
My life is in this town
And I ain’t going down
You think that I am crazy
But I don’t want the crown


Yaha rez thoda aage gaya to ek jawan randi gali ke kone me khadi thi, maang bhar ke khadi hui thi. honthon pe lipstick lagaye...,aankhon me kaajal lagaye... usne awaaz di, “Ae Rez… chal na me tere ko free me dungi...”

Rez ne bina rukke bola, “Shaadi kar le fir mujhse.”
Woh masti me boli, “bas tarikh bata de...me aa jayegi rishta leke..”
rez masti me fir bolta he "iske liye tere sharabi pati ko maarna hoga.."

aur rez hass kar aage ki aur chalne laga...


I’m just an ordinary person, yeah
I’m just a peace loving soul
I’m just an ordinary person, yeah
I’m just a peace loving soul
Peace loving soul

My life is in this town


Rez aage badhte hue jaa rha tha...ek budhiya apne jhopde ke bahar charpai pe baithi dhoop sek rahi thi. Rez ne masti me bola, “Kya re budhiya, ab tak tapki nahi?”

Budhiya ne jawab diya, “Apni beti ki shaadi tere se karwaye bina marne nahi wali.”

Rez ne haste hue bolta he“Isse pehle main tujhe maar dunga,” aur dono hans pade. Aur rez aage ki aur chalne laga....

Gali ke end par ek chai ki dukaan thi. Wahan uska dost Lala baithe-baithe chai pee raha tha. Rez ne seedha bola, “Oye, bike ki chaabi de zara.”

Lala ne pehle chabi rez ki aur uchali...Aur fir usne rez se puchha, “Kidar jaa raha hai bike leke?”

Rez ne majakiya andaz ke saath kaha, “Teri biwi ke paas… sale kal raat Shila ke paas tha na tu? Ruk batata hu use..?”

Lala ki chai gale me hi atak gayi, Aur Apne sir ko thap-thapane laga“Abe saale sach me mat jaana… maar degi wo mujhe!”

Rez ne tab tak bike start kar di thi, Lala chai ka glass ko table pe chhod ke uske piche bhaagta hua uska picha kar raha tha, “Bhai ruk!!!… Ae ruk!!! mazaak kar raha tha na?!” Rez bike pe door nikal jata he, Aur Lala beech gali me chilata.....Are saale wo maar degi mere ko!!!!

(Lala rez ka bachpan ka dost tha...lala humesha rez ko apne chote bhai ki tarah maanta tha....rez uske har acche aur kale kaam ki khabar rakhta tha....taaki use chidha sake par kabhi kabhi wo shaitani kar bhi deta tha.....jaise ki lalla ki biwi ko uski purani mehbooba ke bare me batana...)​

Rez dharavi ki tang galiyon me dhire dhire bike chala raha tha...kucch hi der me.... Rez Kamla ke ghar ke saamne bike rokta hai. Bike stand pe lagata hai aur, neeche utarta hai, par chhabi nikalna bhool jata hai. Do kadam chalta hai, phir yaad aata hai, “Arre saala…” Wo Mud ke jaata hai, Aur lock lagata hai, chhabi nikalta hai...

Darwaze pe ek purana zanjir wala lock latak raha tha. Rez ne haath se khad-khadaaya. Andar se kamla ki aawaz aati he “Kon aahe?”

Rez ne bhi jawab diya, “Mausi, mi rez aahe.”

Darwaza khula, Kamla ke chehre pe ek pe ek khubsurat muskaan thi, “Aav re bada, aav… pani piyega?”

Rez ne haste hue bola, “Naa mausi, mala ghai aahe.”

Kamla ne haath se ishaara kiya, “Chal re, andar aa."kamla rez ka haath pakar use apne room ke andar le aai aur bistar par bitha diya aur uske liye paani ke matke se ek glaas paani lati he

Andar ka kamra Rez ke ghar se bilkul ulta tha-naya rang, saaf-suthra palang, proper almari, corner me rakha steel ka paani ka matka. Rez ne paani ka glass liya, ek sip lete hue kamre ko dhyaan se dekh raha tha. Mausi ke ghar ka setup to mast hai…ye soch raha tha....​

Kamla khud bhi ekdum ban-thank ke thi- acchi saree, halka make-up, face pe glow, figure perfect — na jyada moti, na jyada patli,Chuche vishal aur ubhari hui moti gaand...aur uske chehre ki ronak...Rez ke dimaag me ek pal ko ajeeb sa thought aaya, lekin turant use dimag se hata diya, kaam ki talash ke liye aaya hoon, wahi karunga. Rez apne man me kehta he ....

Kamla uske paas palang pe baith gayi, sir pe haath ferte hue boli, “Bada, tu kaam dhund raha tha na?”
Rez ne haan me sir hilaaya, “Haan mausi.”

Kamla: “Kaam to hai bada, lekin basti ke upar Dharavi ke bahar ka hai… karega?”

Rez ko apni paristhiti ka andaza tha isliye usne turant kaha....

Rez: “Kyu nahi mausi, agar paise acche milenge to kyu nahi?”

Kamla: “Main ek bade sahab ke yahan kaam karti hoon… pehle wo bidesh me rehte the, ab Mumbai me rehne ko aagaye he Bahot si company hai unki… wo… kya bolte… k.y.c.?”

Rez hans ke bolta he, “Mausi, wo K.Y.C. nahi hota… L.I.C. hota… life insurance company hogi.”

Kamla ne uske kandhe pe halki chapet maari, “Haan wahi… sab ek hi to hai.”
Rez: “Par mausi mere paas degree nahi hai aur mene to school bhi complete nahi kiya… kaise milegi wahan naukri?”

Kamla: “Meri baat poori hone to de… unke bahot se hotel hai, aur… wo adde hai sharab ke…”

Rez ne muskurate hue bola, “Mausi, bar honge?”

Kamla: “Tu Gapt Bas… meri baat poori sun… maalkin se maine teri darkhwast lagayi thi, unhone sahab se baat ki, sahab ne haan keh di. Tere liye bar ka kaam hai… unki badi beti chalati hai, Monica madam naam hai unka. Aaj shaam 4 baje milne jaana unse...”

Rez ka chehra thoda serious ho gaya, bar ka naam sunte hi uske baap ki yaad aa gayi. Kamla ne uske gaal pe haath fer ke poochha, “Ae bada, mala maite tu kya soch raha?”

Rez chup raha.

Kamla: “Jis sharab ne tera ghar barbaad kiya ab wahi sharab tera ghar bana bhi sakta hai… teri maa ab thak chuki hogi. Uske liye ye kaam mat mana karna... Soch…teri maa-baheno ko to is jagah se bhi bahar nikal sakta he agar kucch saal tune kucch paise bacha liye to tu hamesha ke liye mumbai se kahi dur sukoon wali jagah reh sakta he tu....maan ja na bada...

Rez ne bas haan me sir hilaaya, “Shukriya mausi… sochunga is bare me"

rez bistar se khada hota he tabhi kamla uski kalai pakad ke use rokti he aur kehti he...

Kamla: “Sochne ka time nahi hai re bada… paise acche milenge teri maa-baheno ki zindagi sudhregi. Ganga ki shadi bhi karani he tujhe..kaise sanbhalega ye sab akele? Abhi 10 baje hai, 4 bajne me der nahi hogi....unka kya he unko teri jagah koi aur mil jayega kaam karne ke liye....isi liye keh rahi Kar le.”..

Thik he mausi pehle me Aarif chacha ki salah lunga....Ab me jata hu mausi....
Kamla ne uski kalai ko chora aur uske balo ko aise sahi kar rahi thi jaise rez usi ka beta ho...

Kamla ne muskura ke bola, “Jata hoon mat bol… bol lot ke aata hoon.”

Rez muskura kar bolta he "thik he mausi lot ke aata hu"...

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To be Contained.....
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Bahut hi shaandar update diya hai REZ STUDIO bhai....
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Nice story bhai. Nehi Bhai short mat karo

 

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Awesome story

 

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Bahut hi shaandar update diya hai REZ STUDIO bhai....
Nice and lovely update....

Thanks bhai Stay Healthy Stay Safe

 

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MAST

Thanks you buddy

 

[REZ STUDIO]

Awesome story

Thanks mere Bhai