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Kahani shuru hoti he clg se……. Aaj clg ka pehla din tha..isliye clg me kai naye chehre dikh rahe the sath hi sath purane student bhi the … Purane yani senior students ke kai group clg campus me najar aa raha the … Un sab naye chehre me ek naya aur khubsurat chehra tha neha ka ….gora rang …sunehara roop …ubhari hui chati .. aur pefect kamar …agar ekbar use koi dekhe to bas dekhte hi rahe .. neha abhi 19 ki thi lekin uski javani kisi 24 ki ladki se kam nahi thi …clg campus me har koi usko baar bar dekh raha tha …. Vaise neha ko iski aadat thi lekin ye clg neha ke liye naya tha ….isliye confused lag rahi.. shayad kisiko dhundh rahi thi …itne me uska phone baja …vishakha di ka phone usne man me hi kaha aur uthaya Neha- haa didi bolo Vishakha- pahuch gayi clg Neha- ha didi .. lekin yaha bahot confusion he ..bahot se students he yaha …aur class section ka notice board bhi abhi laga nhi he .. Vishakha- oh .. are to shivam ko call kyu nahi kiya.
Neha- kiya tha didi … Lekin bhayya phone kab uthate he? Sach me bahot pareshani hui he ..
Vishkha- tu ruk me karti hu usko call .. Phone cut ho jaata he … Neha jaise hi phone pers me rakhne jaati he koi uska phone uske haat se khich leta he …vo dekhti he koi ladki uska phone leke haste beshrmo ki tarah hasti he..
Neha- hey ye kya pagalpan he …. Phone do mera.
Ladki- phone chahiye??
Neha – haa de mhjhe.
Ladki – phond chahiye to ek kam karna hoga.
Neha- kaisa kam ? Kon ho tum? Mera phone he vo .. me koi kam nhi karnewali.. de de mera phone.
Ladki- achha agar kam nahi karegi to phone bhi nahi milega …
Neha- dekh teri complaint karungi me jakar … Itne me kahi se aavaj aati he
“” Aeee new admission.. idhar aa” Neha dekhti he vaha pe kuch ladkiya baithi hui he aur usme se ek ladki usko bula rahi thi … Neha ke samne jo ladki thi vo bhi ustaraf chali jaati he aur phir neha bhi …
Ladki- to tu nayi he? Aur hamari complaint karegi?
Neha- aapne mera mobile kyu liya .
Ladki- de denge yaar lekin tabtak thoda fun to ho jaye.
Neha- matlab.
Ladki- tuze ek chotasa kaam karnaa he ..vo vaha ek boys ka group dikh raha he .. vaha jake vo nile shirt vaale ladke ko prapose karna he.
Neha- what? Nahi .. me ye nhi karungi.. aap mera phone de do bas .. nahi to me complaint kar dungi aapki.
Ladki- koi nahi sunta complaint vamplaint …hahaha .. ja jake trail dekh le..koi kuch nhi bolta junior… Tuze phone chahiye to vaisa kar jaisa maine bola ne aur agar nahi karana to thik he teri marji …agar tuze phone nahi chahiye to mat kar prapose … Vaise ye mobile bechke 5000 to aa skte he ..ek choti party kar skte he girls kya bolti ho… Group ki sabhi ladkiya hasne lagti he… Neha samjh nahi pa rahi thi ki kya kare…uske chehre pe gussa aur halki pareshani dikh rahi thi ..
Ladki- kya soch rahi he janeman? Karegi? Neha- thik he .. lekin me apna muh dhakkar jaungi
Ladki – thik he jaa … Neha ne ab dupptese apna muh band leti he aur vo us ladko ke group ki aur jane lagti he….Ab vo us nile shirt vale ladke ki taraf aati he jo ki uske apposite muh karke khada he …
Neha – xcuse me mister i love you … Neha ki aavaj se vo chauk gaya aur usne piche mudkar dekha to us ladke ki shakl dekhkar neha bhi chauk gayi kyuki vo koi aur nahi usika bhai shivam tha .. neha aur shivam ekdusre ko chaunk kar dekh rahe the ..vo to nehane dupatte se muh bandh liya tha isliye shivam ko vo kon he iska pata nhi chla lekin neha ne to shivam ko dekh liya tha ab apni pehchan bhi to kaise bataye ye soch me vo pd gayi aur akhir me usne chup rehana hi thik samjha…shivam aage kuch kehne hi vala tha ki neha vaha se mud gayi..
“Oh…oo miss apna number to deti jaao” shivam piche se bola neha ne ekbar gusse se mudkar dekha bhi aur vo chali gayi …. Yaha sab ladke hasne lage aur vaha ladkiya bhi …
