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sukinapan · 1 year
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i finished my game! :) thought this moment would never come lol
please look forward to the zine~
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thakurjisworld · 11 months
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Maulana Ki Biwi Shiv Bhakt Se Chudi Part-3
Maulana ki Nakabshuda biwi ko apna gulam bana diya abhi age uske maulana pati ko jalil karke kaise chudai machai iski kahani hai.
Namaste dosto me app sab ka Shiv Bhakt AKSHAY THAKUR (THAKURJI) aap sabhi ne meri story ko dil kholke response diya hai uske liye shukriya. Land ki pyasi sabhi muslima jinone muje age ki kahani likhne ki request ki unke liye ye part leke aya hu. Abhi age.
Bhare hue badan ki malkin Muslima Heena apne Maulana pati ke bistar ke baju me nangi ho ke namaj padne lagi thi aur mere Hindu land ki dua mangne lagi. Abhi wo puri tarah se mere land ki gulam ban chuki thi. Me Hina ke jisam ke dil kholke maje le raha tha use mere kaam wali bana di thi jo adhi nangi ho ke sabhi kaam karti.
Maulana aur uski beti ghar se jate hi meri rakhel muslima Heena sexy netted lingerie pehen ke upar se burkha odh ke mere ghar ati. Wo burkha to darwaje pe hi nikala jata aur uske badan ko pehle acche se mere Hindu uncut land se pela jata, uske har ek ched me pani dala jata aur fir wo gharke kaam bhi karti thi me jo bhi kahu mana nahi karti thi. Ye hamar roj ka schedule tha. Wo roj nangi ho ke mere samne namaj padti aur me kabhi adhe namaj me uski chut pelta tha ya akhri sajde me uski garam aur tight chut ya gand marta. Kabhi kabhi jab maulana kaam se bahar jata to wo raat me bhi ane lagi aur bas chudne ke badle meri gulami karne ko raji hui.
Heena ab bohot khul chuki thi uska katve muslimo pe gussa badne laga tha. Wo kehti thi “sale katve khud to hamri chut tak shant nahi kar pate aur hame parde me rakh ke gharke baki katvo se chudwate hai fir bhi aag shant nahi kar pate jo tum Hindu ne ek baar me hi kar dala”. Wo mere kehne pe apne pati ke paise se sexy lingerie kharidti uske chutya pati ko lagta tha uske liye kharid rahi hai use kya pata apne Hindu ashik ke liye kharid rahi hai.
Me heena ke badan se har din khelta tha chodta tha aur baat nahi mani to pit bhi deta tha wo khushi se maar khati aur bolti aap ko pura hak hai is jisam pe. ek mehna humari chudai chalti rahi aur fir bhi wo utne hi chav se land chusti aur chudwati. Uski chut ekdum makhmali aur tight thi chodne me alag hi nasha chadta tha koi keh bhi nahi sakta wo 3 baccho ki maa hai.
Aise hi ek din namaj ke wakt me uske pati ke bistar pe nanga leta tha kyuki hamari chudai just hui thi aur Heena mere samne namaj padne lagi. Uske stano pe mera maal chamak raha tha aur me wo dekhne magan tha tabhi maulana room me dakhil hua. Wo ghar me kab aya hame pata hi nahi chala. Wo meri taraf muje marne dauda aur jor se chilla ke bola “Sale Kafir ye kya kar raha hai aur Heena begum sharam nahi ayi tuje is kafir ke smane …”
Me apne aap ko bachane ke liye uska hath pakda aur bistar patak ke chadar se uske hath band diye aur uske upar baith gaya taki wo hile nahi. Heena bhi meri madat karne lagi.
Maulana: Heena tu is kafir ka sath de rahi hai kuch sharam haya hai ya nahi ye kya chal raha hai sab. Gair mard ke samne
Heena: chup baitho app. Tum khud gair mard ke havale muje saup dete the tab kaha gayi thi mardangi aapki.
Maulana: wo gharke log the.
Heena: accha gharke log tumhari begum ko chod rahe the tab tum chup chupke dekhte ho wo sahi tha
Maulana:(puri tarah hilna band ho ke) tum janti thi.
Heena: ha mene dekha hai tumhe chupke dekhte hue…bohot shauk hai na apni biwi ko kisi aur se chudte hue dekhne ka aaj bhi dekhna
Maulana: Heena aisa mat karo … ye kafir hai isne kya bol ke fasaya hai tumhe
Heena ne use thappad mara
Heena: chup namard kahi ke ye asli mard hai ek baar inke chamdidar mardani land se chudke muje wo sukun mila jo tum teen katve nahi de sake.
Maulana: ye kya bol rahi ho Heena
Heena: sahi bol rahi hu…. Tum itne nakara ho ke muje apne chachu ke sath aur mamu ke ladke ke sath tak chudne pe majbur kiya… aur apni biwi ki chudai ke maje lete rahe itne saal….abhi me apne pasand ke land se chudugi is chamdidar Hindu mard se chudugi aur tum dekhna kaise ek asli mard chodta hai
Maulana: muje maaf kardo Heena begum par ye ikhlaqi galti mat karna…iss kafir se mat chudna
Heena: (haste hue) is Hindu mard se me pichle ek mahine se har din chud rahi hu… mera har ke ched inhone choda hai aur yaha tak har ek ched me firak bhi hue hai. Tumne to mere stan chate hai jinpe inka maal gira tha.
Me Heena ka ye roop dekh ke hairan tha uska bhara hua nanga badan ekdum kasa hua tha aur chehra gusse se laal hua tha. Ye dekh ke mera land fir uchalne laga. Mera land khada hua dekh ke Heena bohot khush hui aur ek hath mere land pe rakh ke sehlane lagi.
Me uske kattar maulana pati ke upar nanga baitha tha aur uski nangi bhare hue badan ki biwi mera land hila rahi thi. Iss najare se kiska land khada nahi hota.
Heena: dekho ye Hindu land ki takad muje aaj do baar chod chuka hai fir bhi kaise khada hai
Maulana: hat ja sale kafir aaj tum dono ki jaan le luga
Heena: inhe chair pe bandh do aaj ye apni biwi ko asli mard se chudte hue dekhege… jyada kuch bola to inhe talak de dugi inki badnami karugi aur fir tumhari rakhel banke rahugi
Fir mene use waise hi chadar ke sath chair pe bandh diya. Maulana ne kuch jyada virodh nahi kiya ye dekh ke me samaj gaya Maulana sala cuckold hai aur abhi me man marji uski biwi ko chod sakta hu.
Maulana ko bandh ke me Heena ke paas gaya aur uske stan pakad ke use chumne laga
Maulana: allah ke khatir ye band karo…Heena begum ye galat hai …allah ka khauf khao
Me: usse yaad aya tumhari namaj to adhuri reh gayi
Heena fir wapas ja ke namaj padne lagi aur me uske stan sehlata aur kabhi kabhi chut bhi. Heena ko iss sab ki adat thi aur muje pura sahayog kar rahi thi. Maulana rone laga tha aur gid gida raha tha par hum dono ne ek na suni.
Akhri dua ke wakt mene ja ke apna land uske hatho me rakha aur usne mera land do baar chata aur apne pati ke taraf mudke boli
Heena: dekh lo iss land ko aaj se yahi meri chut ka hakdar hai
Fir usne acche se chusa. Me maulana ki taraf dekh raha tha uska land salwar me khada ho raha tha. Uske cehre pe gussa aur tharak dono najar are the
Fir mene heena ko uthaya aur bistar pe le gaya. Me maulana ke bistar pe baith gaya aur heena ko apne upar khich liya. Wo samaj gayi kya karna hai
Heena: dekho aaj ek kafir land kaise tumhari biwi ki aag shant karta hai
Ye bol ke wo mera land apni saff chut pe set karke mere land pe uchalne lagi
Me: tere pati ka land tuje chudte hue dekh ke khada ho raha hai
Heena: dekho aur dekho apni biwi ko ek chamdidar Hindu land ki sawari karte hue
Fir wo jor jor se uchalne lagi. Me uske stan pakad ke chum raha tha chus raha tha aur kat bhi raha tha. Uski gand pe thappad mar raha tha.
Heena: aaahaaa chodo mere Hindu malik mere nakara pati ke samne chodo apni mulli randi ko….aaah dikha do is katve ko kaise choda jata hai aahaa
Me: le randi teri chut pati ke samne aur garam ho ke chud rahi hai…tu badi chuddakad randi nikli heena
Heena: ha mere Hindu malik me randi hu me apki randi hi apke maradni land ki randi hu … aur is nakara pati ne muje randi banaya hai
Heena jor jor se mere land pe uchal rahi thi…itna jor se to wo maal marke bhi nahi uchali kabhi. Aaj ye 40 saal ki bhare hue gore badan ki malkin apne maulana pati ke samne ek hindu land pe ek 18 saal ki jawan jaise uchal rahi thi.
Me uski chudai aur stan masalne me wyast tha. Tabhi usne dekha uske pati ke land ka pani nikal gya aur maaulana ki salwar gili ho gayi. Ye dekh ke wo ruk gayi.
Heena: sirf dekh ke hi niikal gya apka…aur ye dekho hindu land abhi bhi tumhari biwi ko chodne ko machal raha hai.
Fir mene use ghodi banaya aur uska muh uske pati ke taraf karke pichese usko chodne laga. Aur jor jor se uski chut me land pelne laga. Uski makhmali komal chut mere land ko jaise jakad rahi thi.
Heena: aah chodo mere hindu raja ….chodo apni is mulli randi ko uske pati ke samne …dikhao is katve ko kaise ek asli mard chodta hai…aaaha…ye nakara dekh ke hi firag hua hai ur tum abhi bhi chod rahe ho…iss sukun se in katvo ne muje dur rakha… aaj ise dekhne do asal chudai kise kehte hai.
Mene 10 min jorder jatke marne ke baad uske ander hi jhad gaya uski komal chut mera pani nichod kee nikal rahi thi. Maulana chair pe baith ke ro raha tha aur uski biwi uske bistar me mere se lipat k usko gali de rahi thi.
Kuchh der baad mene Maulana ko samjaya use bhi isme majja aya kyuki wo ek cuckold hai aur agar wo chahe to aur bhi maje le saka hai. Pehle to usne majhab aur baki ki bato se tala par fir wo maan gaya ke use apni biwi ko chudte hue dekhne me maja ata hai. Aur aaj usse sabse jyada maja aya jab usski biwi ne use jalil kiya. Tabhi Henna bahot khush hui aur uska sara gussa thanda hua.
Heena ne fir Maulana ko raji kiya hamara rishta kayam rakhne ko uske badle me wo kisi ko kuch nahi bolegi aur usko bhi dekhne ka mauka degi.
Maulana ne jyada soche bagair ha kardi aur fir mene uske hath khol diye. Wo waise hi chair pe baitha raha. Mene kapde pehne aur ghar chala gaya.
Sham ko Heena ne muje khane pe bulaya. Abhi me uske ghar gaya to sab kuch badla badla najar aarha tha. Heena ekdum khulke bartav kar rahi thi jabki maulana chup chap baitha tha. Unki beti ko bhi ye dekh ke ajib laga. Fir khana hone ke baad unki beti apne kamre me chali gayi. Aur fir maulana bhi apne kamre me chala gaya. Mene ja ke Heena ko kitchen me pakad liya to wo boli.
Heena: yaha nahi maulana ji ja ke chair me baithe hoge hamara intajar kar rahe hai aaj raat aap yahi soyege mere malik mere pati ke bistar me …mere sath
Uss raat Heena ne maulana ko jalil karke apne kamre me jo chudai machayi hai wo kabhi maulana bhi nahi bhul sakta.
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rorapostsbl · 2 years
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pyaar karte the saajna. -karman-
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i am absolutely, a-b-s-o-l-u-t-e-l-y gone for kartik & as a ritual, we fanfic writers make our beloved folks suffer :)
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kartik had known, from the very start, aman wasn't the one to flaunt their relationship all-around.
considering the situation, and the homophobia that was very prevalent in the country— he always nudged aman to let lose, to let go, and somewhere, deep down, muffled and repressed was the ever-present need of kartik.
the hope that one day, aman will proudly hold his hand. that one day, his aman will stand up for them, stand up for their love.
despite it all, kartik understood— all of aman's hesitations, his cover-ups, his refusal. it was alright, because the moment they'd enter their home, aman would shed all his paranoia and be himself.
the night where kartik first got to know how shameless the shorter man could really be, ended with him being spooned from behind, limbs aching and lovebites littered all over his body, lips swollen and red.
his heart had thumped loudly that night, next to aman's light snores, when even in sleep, aman tightened his grip around kartik, almost as if scared, that he'd disappear.
the small hope bloomed again, the stupid wish of being able to flaunt his lovebites— to scream at the world, he was aman's, and aman was his.
looking back now, kartik's heart clenches painfully, a sob bubbling up his throat as he wishes to repeatedly smack himself — the tears fall as if does so, repeating to himself, angrily,
"gadha hai tu, gadha. kyu vishwas kiya uspe? kyu umeed ki, ki ek dinn voh teri side lega, sabke samne. kyu?"
that's how he falls asleep that night, muffled sobs by his crumpled up pride flag— kartik's heart aches as he remembers aman hanging them up all around their home during pride month.
he curses himself again, for being so stupid, holding the pride flag tighter under the unrelenting cold and the dim moonlight, limbs hurting to move. tears fall down, as he wishes he'd just forget.
forget aman, his love, his devotion, his affection, his everything — how aman made kartik feel seen, understood and loved.
forget all those nights they spent together in their bedroom beneath the twinkling fairy lights — "accha lagega yaar aman! dekh na, kitna romantic lagta hai!" kartik had said, in hopes of pursuing aman to let him decorate the bedroom — he wanted to forget all of it.
every night, morning, spent under the covers, aman's hand in his, aman's lips pressed sweetly against his, as a 'good morning'
despite all his failed attempts, kartik still hoped, that in the middle of this cursed night, aman would show up — would silence all his worries and his pain — every clack against the metal doors, every hallucination of a footstep, every crackle in the night, he hoped— and for the first time, aman didn't show up.
kartik fell asleep, exhausted, tear stains on his cheeks, angry curses at himself in his mind, and his heart? it longed for aman to come and hold him tight.
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aman, who had locked himself in his bedroom, refused to listen, to come out at the request of his mom.
he didn't care, he couldn't care — all he wanted was to go to kartik, say sorry for how miserably he'd failed them, their love, and beg for forgiveness.
aman waited impatiently, feet tapping continuously against the floors as he paced around. his mind was flooded with kartik — his jaan — being beaten up ruthlessly by his father.
aman scoffed at his thought. father? which parent would beat their kid's innocent lover? no matter how baffling it was — how could he even think of that?
aman deflated as he thought of what he'd said, in a flurry of emotions, "ab hilna mat yaha se." maybe kartik would have made a run, like aman so desperately wanted him to, at the time, but he, himself was angry at kartik — but more so at everything that had transpired.
his family would never change, he knew. that's why he denied to ever let kartik come near them, his paranoia came out to be true.
when it finally hit 4am in the morning, aman slowly opened the lock to his door, cautiously stepping out incase chacha or his parents had been waiting outside all night, knowing he'd come out — for kartik.
he was met with silence, a lightening up sky. aman wrapped his arms around himself at the cold air that greeted him, washing away all the tiredness he held. there was still a lingering worry, where was kartik?
the man looked around, cautious of not alerting anyone — as he climbed down the stairs, footsteps light — he felt like a outsider in his own home.
he wasn't sure if it was home anymore — aman sighed. then, he saw kartik — laying dead asleep in the charpai that had been around before he had even been born into the household.
a snippet of life came back to him — his father cradling his head in his arms, as they both lay together under the stars, in the summer that made it impossible to sleep inside the rooms, which would grow unbearably hot.
aman would cry because he couldn't sleep — and then shankar tripathi would take him out to the angaan, point to all the stars and lull him to sleep.
now, years after, he sees the love of his life lay there, tears stained in his cheeks, curled in, nothing but a pride flag covering him in a meek offer to protect him from the harsh cold all night long.
aman feels his heart break, and the urge to run away washes over him, again. just as it had did all his life — the urge to run, to cower, to buy some more time because he'd never been brave enough, never been strong enough.
he fights it this time, each step he takes towards kartik, and not away from him — just as he had done not even a day ago. he should've been there, if nothing, atleast been there and gotten beaten with kartik instead of leaving him alone.
kneeling down, once he is close enough, he sits there — lost on what to do. is he even worth touching the man anymore? would kartik like it, for his coward of a boyfriend to return after everything has been done?
his mind screams at him to not to, but aman does it anyway, helpless infront of the face which had been there, holding his hand and providing him strength every step on the way, whenever his legs wobbled.
raising a slightly trembling hand, aman brushes away the stray locks which had been ruffled — no longer gelled upwards. his hand cups the latter's face, heart in his throat as he grows anxious, fingers tapping against the limp cheeks, which once would've been smiling even in their sleep.
"kartik?" aman calls out, hushed and urgent, as he shakes him more violently. his heart thuds in his chest as he feels himself go numb, urgency washing away his rationality as he grabs just where kartik had been bruised—
resulting in kartik yelping awake, a frown taking over as he pushes away the hand who'd pressured the dark red wound— in the shape of a lathi.
aman deflates, whispering a "sorry" as he waits for kartik to regain his consciousness and understand it's him.
he sees the exact moment kartik looks up, from where he'd been consolingly rubbing his wound to calm the pain down — into his eyes. aman's heart cracks abit more as he sees kartik avert eye contact, the eyes which once wouldn't leave his, now refusing to meet his.
gathering courage, and abit of the lost strictness, he says, "chal uth. mere room chal, waha pe so." and gets up, hands rubbing themselves nervously on his pants.
"nahi jana mujhe. mein ja rha hu delhi, tu apne kusum ke saath karlio happy ending." kartik sounds defeated, disappointed and most scariest of all — void of the fighting spirit he always had. even when aman chided him for his childish ways.
aman begins to feel frustrated tears well up, he says, begs — "nahi karni shaadi. tu chal, tu kahi nhi ja rha."
kartik still hasn't looked at him, he notes with a crushed spirit. he wants to reach out, so badly, grab kartik and shove in the fact that without kartik, aman would be nothing but a lifeless soul.
"kartik," aman pleads, desperation wearing him out as he grabs the taller's face, forcing him to look into aman's eyes. his beard pricks his palms, a rush of nostalgia leave aman breathless.
how many times have they done this?
he lets out a choked out sound when he sees kartik on the verge of tears— they fall down as he closes his eyes, unwilling to make eyecontact still.
"kartik yaar," aman pleads again, more desperate, "mat kar esa mere saath. terko pata hai na—" he's cut off by the other. kartik speaks, his voice a gruff rumble, parched because he hasn't spoken since hours more than usual.
its frustrated, tired and so unlike kartik's usual cheery voice, his blinding smile that would make aman fall in love all over again.
"nhi kar sakta mein yeh sab, aman." he says, defeat evident in his voice as his hands place themselves over aman's, squeezing it tightly. aman's heart soars at the small touch.
"tu hai mera baby strongest. mein nhi ban sakta strong — mein nhi dekh sakta terko uss kiran ke saath—"
"kusum hai uska naam, kartik"
he lets out a groan in protest— "nhi farak padta mujhe kya hai uska naam. mein ja rha hu delhi, happy married life." he says resolutely, hands pulling away from where they were interwined with aman's.
"bolne dega mujhe ki bas khudki bolke bhagna hai?"
kartik stills, eyeing him suspiciously before he sighs, rolling his eyes. "bol. aur agar tune wapas shaadi ki bakwas ki toh mein ja rha, wapas mudd ke dekhunga tak nhi."
he knew that was a lie, aman knew it was a lie. aman pretended as if though it wasn't — and continued, hands snaking around kartik's neck.
the shorter pulls him close— foreheads touching. for a moment, kartik wishes to resist — wishes that he had the strength to walk away and not listen to what the other had to say.
he never had the strength, not today, not yesterday, never.
so he listens, forehead against aman's and feels a weight lift off his shoulders. aman is gentle with his hands, running them down his back, as he impossibly steps in closer, until he's stopped by the charpai and kartik is doused in aman's scent.
"sun ab, meri baat," aman demands, voice soft as he stares into the depths of kartik's soul. kartik hides them away, again, afraid he'd let out the pain he acted obvious to.
aman, staring into the closed eyes of his lover, begins— knowing kartik is listening.
he knows he's risking so much, doing this out in the tripathi angaan, where any moment someone might wake up, or worse, set out searching for him.
but as aman takes in kartik's form, hands settled on his bare back, where lathi marks are still visible — he desperately wishes he could erase them all and mark kartik with his love instead.
wishes. that's all he's done, wished for this, wished for that, wished for a happy ending with kartik. he realises this now— in the most unconventional way possible, you have to act in order to fulfill your wishes.
"pyaar karta hu tujhse mein. pagal sa ho jata hu jab tujhse baat nhi hoti, ya jhagda lag jata hai—"
"toh fir aaya kyu nhi, mujhe tere baap ke lathi se bachane?" kartik quips up, eyes opening and instantly locking with aman's intense ones. he loses his breath seeing aman upclose after so long, eyes immediately falling shut.
"darr gaya tha mein. samaj nhi aaya kya karta — ek taraf mera sperm donor," aman pauses, fighting the urge to kiss the shy smile that takes over kartik's face as he speaks, "aur ek taraf tu, meri jaan."
another sigh.
"nhi kar rha kusum se shaadi. ha, hai galti meri, par kya karta yaar kartik. jo teri safety ke liye sahi laga, voh kiya meine." he prays kartik understands— hears and sees the genuineness in his being.
"humesha se bhaagte hi aaya hu, kabhi himat nhi mili ye sab karne ki. par aaj samaj aaya, mere baap ki maar toh choti kimat hai tere pyaar ke liye."
aman barely speaks over a whisper, words he'd wished to keep inside spilling away in the face of the vulnerability kartik shows as he listens to aman.
"kaha jayega mujhe leke?"
aman grins, eyes crinkling up as he plants a kiss on the latter's lips— for the first time, uncaring of who sees.
he feels as if he can breathe properly again. kartik gave him a chance at redemption. he's not going to miss any of it.
"chal mere saath, mere room mein. baki jo karna hai mein karunga."
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a/n: my usual tags won't be here cuz it's not a rrr fic. worry not people, still as obsessed with rambheem.
but, karman deserve love as well 💓✋🥺 will be posted in my ao3 account soon.
lmk if u wanna be tagged in my karman fics.
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seasoflife · 2 years
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Hilna af Klint
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reikisthan · 1 year
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4 April Thoda Aaram or Fir Action Start, Base Change, Jar Hilna ya Jar se nikalna kafi kuch hai aaj
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pct-zindabad · 1 year
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“Zyada hilna nahin hai meine.” —Shahid Afridi
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sadumbpotato · 1 year
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generational wealth hoti tu maine bed se hilna bhi nahi tha
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erlingshaalands · 2 months
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seeing cronald lose does make me happy
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klimt-s · 6 years
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Hilma af Klint
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artofrhues · 3 years
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Hilna the Ranger - Part of a series of drawings for my friend and waifu @doctorbethanysartblog of characters from her D&D group :D This character belongs to her.
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screamingchipmunk · 2 years
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I finally finished vol 9!!!!!! YAY
I literally loved this volume so much, prolly one of my favs actually.
Anyway back to the point,
WARNING I CANT KEEP MY FUCKING MOUTH SHUT SO THERE WILL BE A LOT OF SPOILERS HERE LMAO ⚠️
Back to the point,
-THEO THEO THEO. Back after vol 8, I genuinely thought he was gonna get a prosthetic or smth to let him continue to fight but I had no idea he was switching to a different regiment?!? Or maybe not even fighting in the war at all?!? I had to put the book down when we saw him for the first time in the book, tho Theo and his “uncles” relationship is so nice I’m glad he finally found someone other than the squad that he considers family.
-Kurena my beloved!!! The book was 90% about Kurena so I got to see her a lot. Which I thought would annoy me, but I enjoyed it a lot. It was nice to see her finally move on from her strange attachment to Shin, and I finally got to look in her head a little about her opinions about the war. Also, so many ppl confessed to her?! LMAO. She definitely girlbossed her way through this volume.
-The theocracy, as I already mentioned I thought was a Theo cult for a bit. Was rly interesting. Though I didn’t like Hilna for quite awhile, when Kurena compared herself to her I was like ohhhhhhhh. By the end of the volume, I was kinda worried for how things would turn out for her cause the theocracy is batshit crazy, but I think she’ll be fine….? Honestly the federacy should do more about the use of VERY small children to fight, not just focusing on the republic. Hilna in general was a very fleshes out character and she reacted how a very stressed child would in any situation lmao. Though her trying to take the 86 down with her a trashing on Lena pissed me off, she’s still in the 11-13 and that could’ve been any of the 86 in her place actions wise.
-Shin’s whole god of death thing was so funny to me and I don’t know why 💀 Fr Shin’s getting so many titles like unbroken blade, reaper, Lena’s boyfriend and now GOD OF DEATH. Still waiting for more of Lena’s rep to grow tho, so they can be The Bloody Queen and her reaper or smth #couplegoals
-SPEAKING OF COUPLE GOALS, SHINLENA IN ALL THE SCENESSSSSSS. Lena finally fucking confessed to Shin, and it was beautiful *wipes away tear* Both Shin and Lena are so dramatic in their confessions and I love that for them. +Shin crying around Lena?!?! He hasn’t cried since volume one and it just so precious that he trusts her that much to cry around her. ++They’ve started to teases each other, and surprisingly Lena can hold her own which I find rly funny 😂
-The nobles in the federacy have to much to unpack tbh. Svenja was a little…prideful but yknow she has a reason for that so I’ll give it a pass ig. So proud of Frederica though, she didn’t hesitate to yell at anyone in the vol like the Queen she is ( in the figurative and literal sense ) Older nobles tho, hate them. They control the publicity and seem to have a rly large influence that just makes me worry for Shin if the war ends that he’ll have to deal with that crap.
-Also most of the 86 moved on from depression! Yay! Shin may have started the whole I don’t wanna be left behind thing, and it sent a domino affect with the rest of them cause Shin is great like that ( cept Raiden maybe but that’s a death flag I don’t wanna look at ) Seeing them finally want the war to end is great, but with the counteroffensive starting next vol, I’m worried a lot of them will die like raiden and I’m already emotionally damaged from Shana’s death and Shidennnnnn😭. Overall the 86 have all become normal with the exception of their borderline stalkery involvement in every one of ShinLena’s interactions. Which either says that they have nothing better to do, or are ignoring how desperately single they are ( looking at u Anju )+ everyone hates Dustin now and idk why lmao
It was overall a super amazing volume! And I’m not sure I’m ready for the possible depression that will come with volume 10, but I have the anime to keep me alive, so crossing my fingers!
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I went to a ff14 wedding on tuseday, whose wedding? My own! For reasons I went as cat hilna but id like to image normal hilna has her flower basket
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malik32 · 3 years
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AK OR SUBHA
aj eid ka dusra din bht acha tariqa k sath soo  k utha lakin phir b neend bht arhi thi q k eid k pahla din jis tarha muja be-skooni ho rahi thi bahir nikl k. Phir b utha game khali laptop use kia phir kuch ghr a kam karna wala tha wo khtam kia. 12 baja muja btaya gia k gandum(wheat grains) ana wali ha is lia bahir na jaon lakin 2 baja tak koi asa scene nae tha. 2 baja tang a kar juma ki tayari ki or papa ko sath  kar juma  ada kar ae to papa na btaya ka jis na gandum la k ani ha wo late ha is lia apna ak dost k ghr ka rukh kia q k eid to lag nahi rahi thi.Ab 4 baj chuka tha, jab us k pas gia to wo b tab busy tha mahman ae hua tha to jald hi wahan sa rukhsat li. Us ka sath plan bnaya tha k hum rat ko kahin niklan ga. Phir papa na b call kar di k jaldi ghr a jao. Dobara ghar k kam shuru ho gae q k gandum aa chuki thi. Bhae ko sath lia or jald hi hum free ho gae. bhae k sath bahir nikla to andhi a gae lakin hum na aga jana ki hi rah li lakin jis kam sa nikla tha wo andhi ki waja sa nae kia gia. bhae k kahna par ghr jana laga to zala bari (hailstrom) na an dabocha lakin ruka nae ahista ahista chalta raha phir ghr sa calls ani shuru ho gae jahan ho wahi park kar lo or wait karo lakin mn or ruk jaon mumkin e nahi. Tufan ruka to bhae bahir nikal gae or qreeb 8:30 bja czn ki call ae or ak naya tofan tot para sab par k hamara sab sa bara phupha g (uncle) ki death ho gae ha. Foran sab ko inform kia or bhae ko ghr bulaya ta k jald hi sab rawana ho jaen. tadfeen ka saman lana tha or us waqt hilna b mushkil ho raha tha, ak lafaz b bola nae tha ja raha or tab yaqeen ho gia k eid thi hi nae. Papa, chachu or kuch family members ghr sa nikl gae mna jana to lakin wahan par mujh sa koi b face nae tha kia jana, wesa b gathering allow nae lahore mn. isixisis
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seasoflife · 3 years
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Hilna af Klint
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ashleeelsoul · 4 years
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Kehte h log
aasan nhi h jatana
kehte h log
aasan nhi h chupana!
Jab na h
chupana aasan Na jataana aasan
Krey kya ye btana bhi.....
kya bolne jaisa asaan !
Aagey badhgye to ,
peeche mat dekhna
Peeche reh gye to ,
aagey ki zrur sochna
Lekin Aagey aur peechey to......
shayd physics ke tod h
Par
Badhne na badhne me duniya ka alag hi dimagi jod h!
Jab kehna ho to man me na dabana
Par bolne se pehle ek baar beta jrur khyal dena
Chadar ke bahar pair na jane chahiye
Lekin , chadar choti par jaye
To kya pairkaat dene chahiye.
Akela chana bhaad nhi fod sakta
Akela teacher pcm nhi padha sakta
Par hum bachcho ka kya kehna
Chahe Physics ka inclined plane
Ya fir Chemistry ki mystery
O Maths ke jod ghatav
wohi apne integration differentiation
(Laughs)
Sab pe apna jadu h
Shayad isliye hi hamaara favorite character bhi JADOO h
Krey kya thori confusion h (sirf thori)
Pablo neruda ki tarah i want no trucks
Kehna bhi ek level ka perplexion h
Astonishment ki had tod di (silence)
Jab bande ne introspection krne ki ichcha mazboot krdi
Apne topic se hilna to gunah hogya
Par mohabbat me bhatakna
To premleela ka ek paath hogya.
Aagey kuch khu
to mehenga par jaana h
Par na kehkr Rhyming scheme ko
to atleast barbaad nhi krvaana h
Hypocrites ho gye h hum
Aakhir hypocrisy ka hi zamana h
Daurte daurte aagey khi
Apne aap ko ... gum nhi kr jaana h!
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viralvideofunda · 5 years
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Update No.5
Mera lund mein jaise jaise khala ki phudi ko chodney ki rawani ati gai, meri chudai ki speed barhti gai.
Khala jamila jo kuch dair pheley beghair awaz paida kiye mujh par baith kar mere lund ko ragar rahi thi mere tezz jhatkoon ne siskariyaan se kamra ghoonjney laga. Mere dono hath khala ki gand ko pakar kar theak usi tarah jaise chacha ansar apney lund par dabatey thy, usi tarah khala ki chut apney lund par dabaney lage…
Mujhy aesa laga jaise mein 1 fucking machine hoon jo musalsaal 1 hi position mein agey pechey ho kar khala jamila ki khudaai (chudai) kar raha hoon.
Daikhtey hi daikhty mere lund par khala ki phudi ka phir se pani rasney laga tha.
Mere tezz dakhoon ki waja se mere jisam mein khoon (blood) ki gardish tezz hone lagi. Mein ne apna chehra utha kar khala k jisam par doraney laga. Khala k barrey barrey boobs musalsaal hiley ja rahey thy. Aur khala k muuh se musalsaal siskariyaan nikel rahi thi. 
Khala ki siskariyoon se kamre ka mahool garam se garam tar hota ja raha tha…
Mere jisam mein khoon ki gardish mazeed tezz hoti chali gai, yahan tak k mere sare jisam ka khoon aesa lagney laga k lund mein jama ho raha hai. Khala jamila aik martaba phir se aaahien bhartey howey merey lund par faragh honey lagien theak usi waqat mere muuh se b ajeeb – o – ghareeb awazien niklney lagien aur mein khala jamila ko musalsal chodtey howey khala jamila ki garam garam phudi k andar hi faragh honey laga.
Mein us waqat tak hilta raha jab tak mere lund mein akhiri qatra pani ka na reh gya…
Jaise hi mera hilna band howa mein dharam k sath khala jamila k nangey jisam par gir gya aur tezz tezz saans laity howe khud ko sambhalney laga.
Khala ne apni tangoon ki banai kainchi se azaad kiya aur mere chehrey ko pakar kar mere hontoon ko chomney lagien.
Mera lund abhi tak khala jamila ki phudi k andar majood tha…  khala mujhy relax karne ki apni taraf se koshish kar rahi thien aur mein un k tareeqey k mutabiq relax b ho raha tha.
Thorri der baad main Khala Jamila k upar se jaisey hi utha, khala jamila k muuh se 1 martaba phir siskari sun’ne ko mili aur mein un k barabar mein let gaya. 
Khala Jamila abhi b waisi hi laity chaht ko daikhey ja rahi thien aur mein un k chehrey ki taraf… Khala Jamila ko mein hasil kar k mein khud ko kisi b tarah guilty mehsoos nahi kar raha tha. Jaisa k sex se pheley mein different sochoon mein gum tha aab waisa nahi tha
Bal k mein aab kafi khush tha k mein ne b dosroon ki tarah kisi auraat ki chudai kar li hai. Har koi bolta tha k us ne falan dhood wali maasi ko choda, us ne falan ki beatti ko mehndi ki raat thanda kiya.
Mein un sab ko khud se kam-tar samjh raha tha us ki yeh waja thi k khala ka khubsorat jisam. 40 saal ki 1 garam auraat jis k pas b ho gi, wo bohat khush naseeb ho ga. 
Khala jamila 40 saal ki ho chuki thi lekin kisi jawan larki se kam nahi thi, jis andaaz se wo chudwa rahi thi us andaaz se umar se uski BV tanzila ne nahi chudwaya ho ga aesey khiyaalat atey hi mera lund phir se jagney laga.
Mein khala jamila k 42 size k boobs ko musalsaal daikhey ja raha tha( size usi waqat pata chal gya tha jab khala mujhy apni dosri bra dikha rahi thi k aese kholna hai)
Khala hoon ya koi b larki, khud ko kisi ajnabi ko apni taraf daikhna, mehsoos kar laity hain…
Khala ne meri taraf daikha to muskraney lagien. 
Khala: aesey kiyoon daikh rahey ho usman? Kiya abhi G nahi bhara???
Mein ne NA mein sir hilaya to khala muskratey howey bolien: aaj k liye itna kaafi hai… aab khana kha laity hain…
Mein ne koi jawab na diya to khala jamila uth kar baith gaien. Aur mere lund ki taraf daikhney lagien. Khala jamila ne agey barh kar mere lund ko apney muuh mein bharh liya jis par mujhy bohat bura sa mehsoos howa q k khala jamila mere lund par lagi CUM aur apni phudi se niklney waley paani ko chat rahien thi.
Kuch dair khala jamila k choosney k baad khala ne mere lund ko chor diya. Hum donon ne kaprey pehan liye. Khala mere liye aur khud k liye khana ley aai, hum ne khana khaya, khana khane k baad khala ne mujhy garam dhood diya peeney k liye,
Mein khala k ghar se niklne se pheley kal phir aney ka wada kar k apney ghar k liye para. Mein aaj bohat khush tha, jab mein ghar pohancha to Chachi Nazia jhuk kar humare ghar ki sifai kar rahi thi. Un ki motti c gand door se daikh kar mera lund kharra hone laga tha lekin dil mein ajeeb sa khiyaal aya
Itni pak saaf auraat ko agar mein hath daloon ga to ye lazmi shor karey aur meri izzat b kharab hog i aur gaon waloon ka b humare khilaaf baatien karne ka moaqa miley ga.
Is liye mein bs door kharra un ki motti c gand ko daikhney laga phir kuch dair baad ehsaas honey par mein ghar k andar dakhil ho gaya.
Chachi nazia ko hum sab piyar se nazi ya chachi nazi keh kar mukhatib kiya kartey thy. Mein ne ghar mein dakhil ho kar chachi nazia ko *** kiya aur Sonia k pas ja baitha. Sonia abhi tak so rahi thi. 
Mein ne apna hath Sonia k mathy par rakh kar Sonia k mathey ka temperature check kiya. Abhi b halka halka matha garam tha.
Chachi nazia: mein ne duai dey di thi subha, din ko chawal ki khichrri bana kar di aur us ki baad b duai dey di hai. Abhi soi hai kuch dair baad jagney k baad pata chal jaye ga k Sonia ki tabiyaat kuch behtar hoi hai ya nahi…
Mein chachi ki saari baat ghoor se suni, jab chachi kuch dair k liye ruki to chachi jhuk kar dobara safai karte howey bolien: mere khiyaal mein Sonia dimaghi aur jismani tor par kamzoor ho gai hai. Agar tumhien aitraaz na ho to isey kuch din mere ghar baijh do 
Ta’k mein is ka achey se dehan rakh sakoon… agar dil maney to khud b aa jaya karna raat ko
Mujhy apni behan Sonia se haad se ziyada piyar tha is liye chachi se Sonia ki tabiyaat ki kharabi ki waja sun kar mein foran maan gya aur chachi phir se apney kam mein lag gain.
Mein chori chori kuch dair baad chachi k jhukney par un k qameez k galey k andar jhakney ki koshish karta isi tarah jab wo safai kartey howey ghoom jati aur un ki gand ka nazara meri ankhoon k samney ata to mera dil halak mein atak jata…
Mein naha dho kar apney kam mein lag gya thehley k liye mazeed saman tyar kar Omair k ghar peghaim bajhwa diya k wo subh jatey howe mera saman b laita jayee ga.
Raat ko Sonia ko hosh aya to chachi ne khana khilaya aur temperature check  karney k baad Sonia aur mujhy apney ghar chalney ko bolney lagien lekin Sonia k musalsaal inkar ki waja se mein ne chachi k ghar janey se inkar kar diya.
Chachi Sonia k samney thak har kar apney ghar chali gain tab mein utha aur Sonia k barabar laet gya humare ghar mein 2 kamre thy, 1 kamra jis mein baba rehtey thy usi kamrey ko aab hum ne store room bana diya tha q k wahan bar bar jane se baba ki yaad ati thi.
Dosra kamra, kamra nahi tha bs haal hi tha, jahan hum andaar ki taraf sotey thy aur agley hise mein hum khana banatey thy bahir ki taraf toilet tha jise hum dono behan bahi toilet, washroom, bathroom k tor par istemal kartey thy. 
Hall k center mein, hum matkey, aur dosra saman rakha kartey thy.
Sonia bister par baithi apney baba k kamrey ki taraaf daikh rahi thi aur mein bs seedha laita apney khiyaaloon mein khoya howa tha. Inhi khiyaaloon mein khoye howe mein so gya. Agley din omair k sath mein apna samaan ley kar gaoon ki market chala gya. 
Dukandari k baad mein ne apni bail garri ko omair k hawaley kar diya q k omair aur meri deal hoi thi k jab jab usey meri bail gaarri ki zaroorat para karey gi mujhy bail garri dena ho gi Badley mein, mein apna sara saman (jo bachney k baad b bach jata tha) usey omair, aur umar ki dukan k andar rakh kar gaon wapis ja sakta tha. Isi tarah jab wo wapis gaoon atey to mein apna sara saman jo sham ko tayar kar leta tha usey usi bail gaari par laad (load) kar gaoon ki market ley jaya karoon ga.
Umar aur omair ka kam hum sab se acha tha isi waja se wo rozana gaoon se shehar jatey thy aur apni dukan k liye saman latey thy. Wapsi par dair ho janey par bail garri par hi omair aur umar gaon atey thy.
Mein aaj phir se waqat se pheley gaon k liye nikel aya tha q k mera lund mujhy bar bar tang kar raha tha aur mein khud b naye kam ko ley kar bohat excited ho raha tha.
Jaise jaise omair ka ghar qareeb ata jar aha tha mere dil mein laadoo phot rahey thy aur lund maharaj ka bas nahi chal raha tha k wo abhi se bahir nikal kar rastey mein aney wali larki, auraat ko chod dale…
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