FanFaraktion: It's back, and how-pg81! - Page 55

Originally posted by: n091505

😆I know...SP beat us to it!!!😆Now the chamelis will have to do one better!!

RVD, FF 1, 2, 3 have resed this spot and should look to update tomorrow morning.
All 4 continue to giggle, laugh hysterically, fume or look confused.. samjhe ya samjheon?

Dear, guest Chikni! Thank you for HOWLARIOUS update, true to the essence of this FanFaraktion plus these updates are really getting better and better!
Much appreciated! .. LOTR reference FTW!

u rox frnd, TFS


*still laughing*

Originally posted by: tia.o

Arre yaar maang mat bharo. Kitni baar bharoge? Ab kuch aur bharo... Lagta hain ASR ko step by step instruction with pictures email kadeka padi...

Originally posted by: nonasi

LMFAO!!! Inspiration comes from the unlikeliest of places...Chote's towel fetish is getting more and more interesting with each update. 😆

And, now we've come full circle from a year ago, when Chote trapped Khushi in his room and she called his character dheela. Oh bitiya, if only you knew: the man gets off on towels, not pom pom clad, velvet-wearing women. You have your work cut out for ya! Dominatrix Khushi FTW! It's the only way anyone will ever see any action from Chote mian.

Awesome update, ji!

Originally posted by: aashi_82

khushi ko asr kay chotey bade ache lagte hain.

BAS.

joenet: tussi mahan ho. thx to your update on PG69 real life ASR (may or may not) have gotten laid

guest chameli bond n091505: great update..AND YOU IS LIARS. U IS VERY CREATIVES :)

Chapter 11/24/44/45: JUST DO IT!

Arnav and Khushi became brand Ambassadors for Nike.

It rubbed over her eyes in cinemascope, just the way her idol Salman Khan rubbed it between his legs' back and forth. Back and forth. The strokes were smooth, even, gentle. She liked it like that. Just so.

Ummm... her lips parted, moisture glistening on them, the pouty moue of her mouth shaping it just right. Ripe.

Oh. She smelled ripe.

Spray mist. Eau de Get Ccho-tay Up.

There. Perfect.

Her teeth gleamed; each Chiclet square polished to perfection. These ivories were ready to be tickled. Her tongue ran over them, the sssnake signal then hastily withdrawn.

The hue of sunset on her cheeks was the delicate shade of mauve that put maamiji's bright sarees to shame; her eyes rimmed the color of passion fruit in papaya nectar. Jaundice would be jealous.

Finally, Khushi picked up the towel, that lucky cotton that had close contact with an area she longed to make her own.

"Arnavji," her tone hesitant, her voice supplicant, Khushi looked up and caught Arnav admiring her pancake make-up.

"Did the cure work?"

"The...?" Arnav was at sea.

Actually he was lost in trying to find the real Khushi under the layers of stage make-up.

"The...the...lamp?"

"Lamp...hmmm...," Arnav was distracted.

Drat! The make-up applied with a trowel had distracted him from continuing on in his task, i.e. the Pursuit of HappYness, a.k.a. Khud-khushi.

Well, he was well past Part One anyway. Actually Parts Two, Three, and Four, as well. Come to think of it, he had already written 'Finito' on THAT book.

Oh, that wicked, wicked, towel...

But, wait.

Khushi.

Hmmm...

He pondered the mysteries of books. Of chapters. Of parts. One. Two. Three...look at how many lashes were loaded with mascara on Khushi's eyes. They were drooping. Like something else.

Oh. Yes.

Drooping. Droo... Doo... Dori?!

Khushi had turned her back and the dori ends mocked him. Right. Droopy. Er... Dori.

Droopy or Dori; which came first? The question confounded Arnav.

"Your dori, Khushi," he tried to say with authority. It came out with peculiarity.

"Gasp!" Khushi said, gaspingly.

There was nothing else for it; it was get the slogan right or fuhgeddaboutit!

He reached out. Plucked.

Sucked. His thumb.

The tinsel and sequins and beads on her dori gave him a 'Khushi-cut'' not to be confused with a paper-cut.

"Oh, Arnavji!" Khushi was aghast.

Reached out. Jerked his thumb and put it in her mouth.

The suction took away a layer of skin off his thumb.

He gazed at Khushi with admiration. She was a gal filled with endowments.

Speaking of which... there was no more drooping.

"Khushi..."

Arnav's insistent voice penetrated her mind the way his thumb penetrated her mouth. Ummm...

Khushi looked up with dazed eyes. She was already half-way to fulfilling the NIKE contract.

"Yes, Arnavji?"

"May I...?"

"Oh, YES! I mean, yes, Arnavji." She tried for demure with big cow-eyes. She hoped fervently her hair had no lice.

"It pricks."

"Yes, it does, Arnavji."

"It stabs."

"Of course, Arnavji." Her voice rasped.

"It slides."

"Oh, yes, Arnavji." Breathing was choppy.

"It pokes."

"Oooh... Arnavji!" Her eyes glazed over.

"Take it off."

"YES! I... take it off?!" Hysteria edged her tone.

"Your earrings and bangles," Arnav said in his matter-of-fact tone. "And don't forget the douputta."

Disgruntled, but no more disheartened, Khushi did as he bade. At least they had progressed to this point. The NIKE sponsorship was a shoe-in!

"Khushi, do you know about droopys... I mean doris?" Arnav hastily corrected.

A line puckered her brow between her eyebrows. Arnav puckered his lips. He reminded her of his Daadi just then; like she had just sucked on a sour lemon.

Urrgh! Mental head slap.

"Doris?"

Where was he taking this? He had already grappled with the one on her back; and emerged not quite victorious but that was a matter for more practice. The Chumayli Oil from her luxuriant tresses must have dripped over the dori rendering it slippery.

"I see that you starch them,"Arnav suddenly barked. "Your doris."

"I...I... yes?"

"So sometimes they are stiff and sometimes they are droopy."

"Yes?"

Did he want his knickers starched, Khushi wondered.

"So you know that things can be stiff and things can be soft'er' droopy." Arnav cleared his throat.

This was important. He must not frighten her. She was a virgin. Unschooled.

Unknowledgeable.

Unaware.

Un... Under the bed?

"What are you doing, Khushi?" Arnav gazed incredulously as Khushi scrambled from under the bed and looked up at him, kneeling.

"One of the pom-poms from my dori rolled away. See?!" She held up her prize jubilantly.

He thought she had done that brilliantly. An up, close, and personal education was just the thing.

He reached for the zipper on his trousers.

Lowered them.

"Oh, Arnavji, you're a boxers guy! Not a briefs guy!" Khushi cooed.

Arnav was nonplussed. "Toumhay kyo(n) fuhruq pudta hai, Khushi?"

"Good sailors, Arnavji!" Khushi grinned saucily.

"You...?!" Arnav was shocked.

Nay, titillated.

No, shocked.

Titillated.

No, shocked.

Definitely shocked. Right?

Khushi reached out and slowly lowered the canary yellow boxers. Sadly, they made his skin look sallow. The bright blue and green canaries printed on them in glitter reflected on his Ccho-tay and made it appear frozen and gangrenous in turns.

"Eeewww... I mean, Oooh'" Khushi gulped, her hand wet.

What was this?!

Arnav had glimpsed the towel in Khushi's other hand.

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Khushi woke up in her bed.

There was a sticky towel in her hand.

What the...?!!

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Now all rise for the Chameli Anthem:

ASR Rox (the dori)

Sarun Paper (on which to write her wet dream... or was it?!)

ArShi Scissors (for stubborn doris down below)

Chamelis Cherries (we all popped)

Jayne

RES

res

NOOO!