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Hola dearies...
Hmmm..I'm back with my crazy thoughts ND weird imagination...😆
Expecting rotten eggs , tomatoes nd whatever...
Plz spare me..
*Beware of proposing this Dhaakad girl*
When ...MSM met AAP😆
Urff...Mehek Singh Mann met Abhay Ajay Parmar.
Suppose the cupid villain Ajay has a son named Abhay. He looks just like Ajay. And he is a student in bright university. From head to toe ditto same as his father. Some traits pass onto generations.😆. Now this young man has got only a single wish that is to marry the boxer girl Mehek Singh Mann. He is here with his grandmother Pammi for proposing our Dhaakad girl...
Abhay and Pammi are busy munching some snacks in the canteen awaiting Mehek. Pammi is in her 70s, still she craves for all those oily food. Abhay combs his hair umpteen times nd admires his reflection in the steel plates,nd self compliments.
Mehek enters the canteen fluttering like a kite and orders a bulk amount of snacks in a single breath.
Pammi is shocked to see Mehak. She pulls Abhay towards her nd mutters.
P: Oye hoye yeh toh Mehak Ki jaise dikhti hai. Tere baap se toh ho hi nahi paya. Par tu meri shaan hai beta. Tu pakka isi se shaadi karna. Varna iss baar bhi koi Shaurya uthaake le jayenge isey. (omg she is just like Mehek. See your Dad was useless. At least you must make me proud and marry her at any cost. Else this time too some Shaurya would come nd take her away)
The duo nears her displaying their whole set of 32.
Ab: H..H...H...Hello Mehek. Myself Abhay.Abhay Ajay parmar.
M: Meine tumhara naam toh nahi poocha na. Phir tu kyun bak raha hai bey(I didn't ask your name..then why are you blabbering?)😆
Ab: Woh Mein dosti ke liye haath badhaane aaya hoon (Am here to befriend you)
He says while forwarding his hand with his signature shameless shy smile.
M: Haath bad Gaya .toh use apne jeb Mein daal de (If your hands are long then put them in your pockets)😆
Ab: Ha..ha...ha...I really appreciate your sense of humour.Naughty girl.
Saying this he extends his palms to pat on her shoulders while Mehak scares him with a deathly glare.😆
Ab:Accha ..Accha..yeh sab chodo. Dekho mere saath koun aayi hai. Meri daadi. Woh bhi khaas tumse Milne.(ok fine...see who's here with me. My grandma.specially here to meet you).
M: Kyun Mein koi aathwa ajooba hoon?(Why?..am I some eighth wonder of the world?)😆
P: Hi..hi...ladki bahut mazedaar hai. (Girl is so funny). Myself Pammi parmar. Waise dikhti nahi hoon..par Mein iski daadi hoon. (I won't look like one..but am his grandmother). Logon ko yakeen nahi hota mera itna bada pota hai..(People won't believe that I'm that old to have a grandson of his age)
M: Manne toh aisa kuch nahi lagta. Balki iski pardaadi lagti ho. (I don't think so,.moreover you look like his great-grandmother)😆
Pammi huffs hearing her...Abhay signals her to initiate further conversation. Meanwhile Mehek gets busy munching her snacks. Pammi rolls her eyes seeing the table full of platters.
P: Mehek beta itna khaana khane se tumhara vazan badh jayega. Thoda kam khaaya karo na.(Mehek if you have this much of food you"ll gain some more weight..so better eat less)
M: Oye...daadi aunty. Khud gubbare Ki tarah phool gayi ho. Badi aayi manne sikhane wali. (You look like a completely blown balloon..and you are giving me lectures haan?)😆
Ab: Na.na.Mehek. Daadi was just joking.
Pehli wali toh 24 ghante rasoi Mein rahti thi. Aur yeh doosri ab 24 ghante restaurant Mein. (The first one used be 24 hrs in kitchen..now this girl will be 24 hrs in restaurant)...Pammi blabbers to herself.
Ab: Woh Mehak. Daadi yahan tumse kuch baat karne keliye aayi hai..(My grandma is here to have a talk with you)
M: Aur ab itni der se wohi kar rahe hai na. Mere khane Ki class lene chal padi teacherni. (well I can see that she came all the way here to give me lectures on my diet)😆
Ab: No..no Mehak it's not like that.
P: Yes. Yes . Woh toh Mein yahan apne pote ka rishta leke aayi hoon. (Am here for my grandson's proposal)
M: Accha. Koun hai woh bewakoof ladki Jo iss se shaadi karne keliye raazi hai (who's that foolish girl willing to marry him?)😆
Mehak blurts controlling her laughter.
P: Eh ladki kya kami hai mere Abu Mein, bilkul mere Aju Ki tarah. (My Abu is perfect, just like my Aju)
M: Yeh kaju koun hai? Aapke langur ka naam hai? Yeh toh ditto langur Ki tarah dikhta hai ( who's this kaju(cashew)..is it your langur name, actually this fellow looks like one)😆
P: Kaju nahi Aju. Ajay naam hai uska. Aur voh koi langur nahi hai.(not kaju..his name is Aju , Ajay.nd he's not a langur)
P: Mere pote ke peeche ladkiyon Ki itni badi line hoti hai (girls are dying to marry my Grandson)
M: Saare andhe honge (All those girls may be blind). Mujhe toh iske shakal dekhke hi pata laga Ki yeh ek number ka ullu hai. (I can read from his face he is such a fool)😆
P: Isske jaisa sundar aur susheel ladka tumhe kahin aur nahi milega.( you won't find guy who's as handsome and disciplined like Abhay)
M: Haan so toh hai. Iski shakal toh Kisi aur insaan se nahi mil sakti. Chewing gum Ki tarah isee chabaake thookne ka Mann kar raha hai.(yep exactly..his face won't resemble that of a human being. I feel like chewing him like a bubble gum nd spit it)
Ab: Dadi...mujhe rona aa raha hai...(dadi I feel like crying)
P: Na na beta rona nahi.
M: Beta tu ja. Apni dadi ke ghodi Mein baithkar doodh peele ( hey you go nd cuddle onto your dadi's lap nd have your milk)😆
P: Arey oh ladki. Bahut der se tum mere pote Ki beizzati kar rahe ho.( hey girl..you have been insulting my grandson like anything)
M: Shaant ho jaao tummy dadi, warna aapki bp badjayegi aur aapke iss gubbare jaise shareer ka na vispotan ho jayega.( relax tummy daadi. Else your bp will rise nd your balloon like body would explode soon)😆
P: Tammi nahi Pammi. Pammi is my name
M: Par manne toh sirf tummy nazar aa rahi hai. ( but I can only see your protruding big tummy)😆
P: Eh ladki bahut ho Gaya haan. Moti kahinki samosa bhandaar. (this is enough haan. You fatso ..storage of samosas)
M: Agar ek aur shabd bolii na... Mein aapke iss golmatol gubbare ko na apna punching bag banaaongi. ( if you continue your blabbers..then I'd convert your round tummy into my punching bag)😆
Pammi steps back out of fear caressing her tummy.
P: Accha toh ham chalte hain...😆
Ab: Par daadi. Mein Mehek se pyar Karta hoon..( but I love her)
M: Eh Bandar. Phataphat nikal ja. Bada aaya shadi karne wala. Mere jale hue samose bhi tumse sundar dikhta hai.( oh monkey face. Leave fast. You want to marry me?..even my burned samosas look better than you)😆
P: Chal Abu. Ham chalte. Warna yeh bhukkad ladki hamein bhi khaajeygi ( lets go son. Else we may turn out to be this girl's food)
M: Bye bye. Tummy daadi. Jab iss langur Ki shadi hogi na.toh manne bhi bulaava Dena.(when this langur gets married plz invite me too).😆
Hmmm..I'm back with my crazy thoughts ND weird imagination...😆
Expecting rotten eggs , tomatoes nd whatever...
Plz spare me..
*Beware of proposing this Dhaakad girl*
When ...MSM met AAP😆
Urff...Mehek Singh Mann met Abhay Ajay Parmar.
Suppose the cupid villain Ajay has a son named Abhay. He looks just like Ajay. And he is a student in bright university. From head to toe ditto same as his father. Some traits pass onto generations.😆. Now this young man has got only a single wish that is to marry the boxer girl Mehek Singh Mann. He is here with his grandmother Pammi for proposing our Dhaakad girl...
Abhay and Pammi are busy munching some snacks in the canteen awaiting Mehek. Pammi is in her 70s, still she craves for all those oily food. Abhay combs his hair umpteen times nd admires his reflection in the steel plates,nd self compliments.
Mehek enters the canteen fluttering like a kite and orders a bulk amount of snacks in a single breath.
Pammi is shocked to see Mehak. She pulls Abhay towards her nd mutters.
P: Oye hoye yeh toh Mehak Ki jaise dikhti hai. Tere baap se toh ho hi nahi paya. Par tu meri shaan hai beta. Tu pakka isi se shaadi karna. Varna iss baar bhi koi Shaurya uthaake le jayenge isey. (omg she is just like Mehek. See your Dad was useless. At least you must make me proud and marry her at any cost. Else this time too some Shaurya would come nd take her away)
The duo nears her displaying their whole set of 32.
Ab: H..H...H...Hello Mehek. Myself Abhay.Abhay Ajay parmar.
M: Meine tumhara naam toh nahi poocha na. Phir tu kyun bak raha hai bey(I didn't ask your name..then why are you blabbering?)😆
Ab: Woh Mein dosti ke liye haath badhaane aaya hoon (Am here to befriend you)
He says while forwarding his hand with his signature shameless shy smile.
M: Haath bad Gaya .toh use apne jeb Mein daal de (If your hands are long then put them in your pockets)😆
Ab: Ha..ha...ha...I really appreciate your sense of humour.Naughty girl.
Saying this he extends his palms to pat on her shoulders while Mehak scares him with a deathly glare.😆
Ab:Accha ..Accha..yeh sab chodo. Dekho mere saath koun aayi hai. Meri daadi. Woh bhi khaas tumse Milne.(ok fine...see who's here with me. My grandma.specially here to meet you).
M: Kyun Mein koi aathwa ajooba hoon?(Why?..am I some eighth wonder of the world?)😆
P: Hi..hi...ladki bahut mazedaar hai. (Girl is so funny). Myself Pammi parmar. Waise dikhti nahi hoon..par Mein iski daadi hoon. (I won't look like one..but am his grandmother). Logon ko yakeen nahi hota mera itna bada pota hai..(People won't believe that I'm that old to have a grandson of his age)
M: Manne toh aisa kuch nahi lagta. Balki iski pardaadi lagti ho. (I don't think so,.moreover you look like his great-grandmother)😆
Pammi huffs hearing her...Abhay signals her to initiate further conversation. Meanwhile Mehek gets busy munching her snacks. Pammi rolls her eyes seeing the table full of platters.
P: Mehek beta itna khaana khane se tumhara vazan badh jayega. Thoda kam khaaya karo na.(Mehek if you have this much of food you"ll gain some more weight..so better eat less)
M: Oye...daadi aunty. Khud gubbare Ki tarah phool gayi ho. Badi aayi manne sikhane wali. (You look like a completely blown balloon..and you are giving me lectures haan?)😆
Ab: Na.na.Mehek. Daadi was just joking.
Pehli wali toh 24 ghante rasoi Mein rahti thi. Aur yeh doosri ab 24 ghante restaurant Mein. (The first one used be 24 hrs in kitchen..now this girl will be 24 hrs in restaurant)...Pammi blabbers to herself.
Ab: Woh Mehak. Daadi yahan tumse kuch baat karne keliye aayi hai..(My grandma is here to have a talk with you)
M: Aur ab itni der se wohi kar rahe hai na. Mere khane Ki class lene chal padi teacherni. (well I can see that she came all the way here to give me lectures on my diet)😆
Ab: No..no Mehak it's not like that.
P: Yes. Yes . Woh toh Mein yahan apne pote ka rishta leke aayi hoon. (Am here for my grandson's proposal)
M: Accha. Koun hai woh bewakoof ladki Jo iss se shaadi karne keliye raazi hai (who's that foolish girl willing to marry him?)😆
Mehak blurts controlling her laughter.
P: Eh ladki kya kami hai mere Abu Mein, bilkul mere Aju Ki tarah. (My Abu is perfect, just like my Aju)
M: Yeh kaju koun hai? Aapke langur ka naam hai? Yeh toh ditto langur Ki tarah dikhta hai ( who's this kaju(cashew)..is it your langur name, actually this fellow looks like one)😆
P: Kaju nahi Aju. Ajay naam hai uska. Aur voh koi langur nahi hai.(not kaju..his name is Aju , Ajay.nd he's not a langur)
P: Mere pote ke peeche ladkiyon Ki itni badi line hoti hai (girls are dying to marry my Grandson)
M: Saare andhe honge (All those girls may be blind). Mujhe toh iske shakal dekhke hi pata laga Ki yeh ek number ka ullu hai. (I can read from his face he is such a fool)😆
P: Isske jaisa sundar aur susheel ladka tumhe kahin aur nahi milega.( you won't find guy who's as handsome and disciplined like Abhay)
M: Haan so toh hai. Iski shakal toh Kisi aur insaan se nahi mil sakti. Chewing gum Ki tarah isee chabaake thookne ka Mann kar raha hai.(yep exactly..his face won't resemble that of a human being. I feel like chewing him like a bubble gum nd spit it)
Ab: Dadi...mujhe rona aa raha hai...(dadi I feel like crying)
P: Na na beta rona nahi.
M: Beta tu ja. Apni dadi ke ghodi Mein baithkar doodh peele ( hey you go nd cuddle onto your dadi's lap nd have your milk)😆
P: Arey oh ladki. Bahut der se tum mere pote Ki beizzati kar rahe ho.( hey girl..you have been insulting my grandson like anything)
M: Shaant ho jaao tummy dadi, warna aapki bp badjayegi aur aapke iss gubbare jaise shareer ka na vispotan ho jayega.( relax tummy daadi. Else your bp will rise nd your balloon like body would explode soon)😆
P: Tammi nahi Pammi. Pammi is my name
M: Par manne toh sirf tummy nazar aa rahi hai. ( but I can only see your protruding big tummy)😆
P: Eh ladki bahut ho Gaya haan. Moti kahinki samosa bhandaar. (this is enough haan. You fatso ..storage of samosas)
M: Agar ek aur shabd bolii na... Mein aapke iss golmatol gubbare ko na apna punching bag banaaongi. ( if you continue your blabbers..then I'd convert your round tummy into my punching bag)😆
Pammi steps back out of fear caressing her tummy.
P: Accha toh ham chalte hain...😆
Ab: Par daadi. Mein Mehek se pyar Karta hoon..( but I love her)
M: Eh Bandar. Phataphat nikal ja. Bada aaya shadi karne wala. Mere jale hue samose bhi tumse sundar dikhta hai.( oh monkey face. Leave fast. You want to marry me?..even my burned samosas look better than you)😆
P: Chal Abu. Ham chalte. Warna yeh bhukkad ladki hamein bhi khaajeygi ( lets go son. Else we may turn out to be this girl's food)
M: Bye bye. Tummy daadi. Jab iss langur Ki shadi hogi na.toh manne bhi bulaava Dena.(when this langur gets married plz invite me too).😆
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