She was the universal bhabhi in our colony

When I shifted to that locality

I kept a low profile

Besides I rarely had time

Balancing work and preparing for UPSC

I used to keep away from the trivias of life

It was a national holiday

So I was stuck in my room

Sorting out the mess I used to live in

A gentle tap on the door

I opened to find bhabhi standing with a coy smile

May I come in, she asked huskily

Baffled, I merely nodded

With one sweeping view

She framed the picture of my life

My power fuse conked off, she said

My room is plunged in darkness

With no guys around, I need your help

Of course Bhabhi, I managed to say

Damn, I cursed myself why did I address her bhabhi

We went to her room

Using the ladder

I checked the meter

She was standing beside me

Half of bottomless cleavage was visible

Thoroughly diverted somehow

I managed to revive the power

Thanking me profusely

She invited me to have tea

Inspite of my repeated refusals

She literally dragged me inside

Sitting by the chula

She started weaving her pitiful story

But my eyes

Were glued to her ample derriere

And the yawning cleavage

Which was tormenting me every passing minute

I finished my tea

As I started leaving

She came very close

Her sweaty fragrance was overwhelming

If you need any help

I'm always around, she smiled

Without saying a word, I left

Shutting myself in my room

I fantasized her

And released

Ever since whenever we crossed paths

She winked invitingly

Later, I found many willing scapegoats

Addressing her issues

No wonder she was the bhabhi of the locality.

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