#hulchul

The sexy mechanic..

Jai Angarchand x Reader

Warning: Sexually explicit content, smut, NSFW, one night stand (turns into more), banter, sarcasm, oral (fem! receiving), fingering, orgasm denial, edging (slightly), p in v, unprotected sex (DONT DO THIS), rough sex, riding, heavy makeout, spit kink, spit play.

Summery: Y/N's scooter breaks breaks down in the rain. She sees that that there is a mechanic shop nearly which was, to her luck, still open. She expects a quick fix of her vehicle.. not Jai Angarchand. Banter slowly turned into something... dangerous.

Thank you @rosesandpeoniesthings for the idea and this if for @cloudmast !! Love 💋

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Y/N sighed, the tiredness of the long day still on to her shoulders as she dragged her scooter toward the dimly lit garage. Rain had already started and she was soaked. The sign outside read "Chand Auto Works". To her luck it was still open.

Inside, a pair of legs stuck out from under an old Maruti. She cleared her throat. “Hello?”

“Garage band hai, kal aana,” a muffled, irritated voice said.

She frowned, she thought the man was working, but on looking closer, he was just there resting with his eyes closed. “Garage band hai ya malik band hai? Thoda farak hai dono mein.”

A deep sigh came from under the car. Jai Angarchand slid out from under the car, wiping his hands on an already dirty rag. When he looked up at her, his jaw went slack for half a second.

Fucking hell.

She was drenched, the black shirt she wore clinging to every curve of her body. The deep red pencil skirt hugged her hips and stopped mid-thigh, now riding up slightly from pushing the scooter. Her nipples were hard from the cold, straining against her shirt. Strands of wet hair stuck to her flushed cheeks and neck.

Jai stood up slowly, grease all over his forearms and that grey t-shirt he wore. His hair was messy, he had a light stubble, and those big, intense eyes made him look dreamy.

“Kya hua, madam? Rainy night stroll pe nikal padi thi kya?”

She crossed her arms, “Scooter kharab ho gaya. Theek kar do jaldi. Kal office hai, aur yeh barish mein main yahan nahi rukna chahti.”

Jai walked over to her scooter, turned the key, and the engine made a nasty grinding noise. “Engine kharab hai. Piston aur wiring dono mein gadbad lag rahi hai.”

“You know just by listening?” she asked, raising an eyebrow curiously.

He smirked, grabbing a wrench. “Machine bolti hai. Tumhe samajh nahi aayega.”

She scoffed, a chuckle escaping her. “Accha? Aur meri machine kya bol rahi hai abhi?”

Jai glanced back at her, eyes deliberately dropping to her soaked chest before meeting her gaze. “Bol rahi hai ki owner bahut ziddi hai. Aur thodi si… demanding bhi.”

“Asshole.." she muttered, but her lips twitched into a smile.

He laughed. “Tool do. Wrench.”

She looked at the scattered tools and pouted, confused. She handed him a screwdriver.

Jai took it, stared at it, then looked at her. “kya kaam karti ho?”

"Assistant hu, for xyz company." She said.

He scoffed, "ironic."

Her eyes narrowed at the taunt.

He got to work, sleeves rolled up, muscles flexing. Oil soon covered his hands and somehow got on his jawline. She found herself sitting next to him, watching him work. She saw the oil on his face and without thinking, she reached out and wiped the oil from his jaw with her thumb.

Their eyes locked.

“Thanks…” he said, voice huskier.

She nodded, unable to look away. God, his eyes are really.. something.

The rain outside picked up. Jai glanced toward the entrance, then back at her.

“Lagta hai tumhe mere saath hi raat guzarni padegi, madam. Bahar toh toofan hai.”

Her eyes narrowed at his suggestive words.

He realized it too and cleared his throat, but the smirk didn’t leave. “…aur tumhari scooter ko bhi. Yeh hi matlab tha mera. Gandi soch..”

She scoffed, cheeks flushing. “Achha? Main toh kuch bola bhi nahi.”

Jai leaned closer, pretending to reach for a tool, his arm brushing against her thigh. “Flash theek se pakdo.” he handed her a torchlight.

They then heard thunders, it was a thunderstorm.

He hummed, glancing outside. With a sigh, Jai stood up, wiping his greasy hands on his already ruined t-shirt, and walked over to pull the heavy garage shutter down with a loud clang.

Her eyes narrowed. “Kya hua?”

“Aise barish mein impossible hai tumhara ghar jaana,” he said. “Dekho, do-teen hafte ke liye dad ghar pe nahi hain. Toh tum… raat ko yahin raho. Main kuch nahi karunga. Promise.”

She crossed her arms, “I don’t trust you,” she smirked, tilting her head.

“Theek hai, jao barish mein,” he huffed, gesturing toward the closed shutter.

She couldn’t help it, she giggled, “Accha accha… thank you. Mujhe bahut thand lag rahi hai.”

Jai nodded, satisfied. “Iss scooter ko utna kuch nahi hua hai. Kal subah theek kar dunga. Andar aao.”

He led her through a side door into the attached house. The living space was cozy with warm lighting. He pointed at the old sofa. “Yahin ruko. Hilna mat.”

She stood there, dripping, as he disappeared into another room. He returned with a clean towel, tossing it to her. The warmth wrapped around her instantly. She closed her eyes for a moment, savoring it, rubbing the towel over her wet hair and arms.

When she opened her eyes again, Jai was standing there naked.

Okay, she was being dramatic.

He wasn’t fully naked, he was shirtless.

But the sight was still mesmerising. His lean, toned body was on full display. His shoulders were broad, arms defined from years of mechanical work, and a trail of dark hair running down his chest and torso, disappearing into the waistband of his pants. That happy trail looked far too inviting.

“…Tum nange kyun ho?” she asked, her best attempt at sarcasm.

He laughed, running a hand through his messy hair. “T-shirt ganda ho gaya tha, oil se. Comfort chahiye tha.”

She let her intrusive thoughts win and blurted out before she could stop herself, “Pant bhi toh gandi ho gayi hai…”

Jai’s jaw dropped, then he burst into genuine laughter. “Chi yaar, what’s wrong with you?”

She giggled, cheeks flushing but refusing to back down. “Tumne hi toh kapde utar diye! Main toh sirf observe kar rahi thi.”

He handed her a bottle of water, his gaze dropped shamelessly to her chest. Her nipples were still visibly hard against the damp fabric, the cold keeping them perked up. He didn’t even try to hide it.

“Perv,” she accused, taking the bottle but not moving away.

“I am,” he admitted without a bit of shame.

She stared at his lips, at the stubble on his sharp jaw. He stared right back, at her mouth, at the wet strands of hair clinging to her neck.

Eye contact is a dangerous thing, because one second ago, they were just standing there.

The next, they were on each other.

...

Jai’s hand cupped the back of her neck, pulling her in roughly as their mouths crashed together. She moaned into the kiss, fingers digging into his shoulders, nails lightly scratching.

Jai’s hand slid to the back of her head, threading through her damp hair as he pulled her in. He sucked on her bottom lip. His stubble scraped against her soft chin. Her soaked shirt pressed against his warm skin, the contrast making him shiver.

Her mind was a going nuts. This is crazy. Main jaanti bhi nahi hu isse. But god, he feels so good.

Jai’s thoughts were equally chaotic. He’d been fighting the attraction since the moment she’d walked in dripping wet, but now that he needed her. She’s so soft against him.

Their mouths parted slightly, and then their tongues met, slow at first then bolder.

He pulled her even closer, and the kiss turned exactly how she liked it, sloppy, wet, and filthy.

She deliberately her her tongue slide messily against his, pushing more saliva into his mouth. Spit coated their chins as she sucked on his tongue. Strings of saliva connected them every time they shifted angles. She deliberately made it messier, drooling a little more just because she loved the slick, dirty feeling of it.

They had been devouring each other for too long.

He was rock hard, his dick straining against his pants. She had been wet all along and the kissing intensified it.

Finally, Jai detached his mouth from hers. He kissed her cheek, then moved to her ear, nibbling at the lobe. Then he buried his face into her neck, breathingher in. He started sucking and kissing the soft skin there, leaving faint marks.

This feels far too intimate for a casual hook-up, she thought, a shiver running through her. It felt dangerously nice.

His hands moved to her shirt, fingers opening the buttons one by one. Finally. She slid her hands down his bare chest until she reached his bulge. She palmed him through his pants, feeling how hard he was, and started undoing his belt.

Jai groaned against her neck. Her shirt slipped off her shoulders, revealing her in a black bra that barely contained her breasts. His lips trailing down to kiss and lick at her cleavage, stubble scraping deliciously over the soft mounds. She managed to undo his belt completely and let it clatter to the floor.

Impatience won and Jai suddenly scooped her up. He carried her to the couch and sat her down on it, then hooked his fingers into the waistband of her drenched red pencil skirt. He peeled it down her legs.

She lay there in just her bra and panties, eyes half-lidded with lust. She lifted one foot and slowly rubbed it against the bulge in his boxers, feeling it twitch under her foot.

“Fuck…” Jai muttered, quickly shoving his pants down and kicking them away. He stood there in just his boxers, the thick imprint of his hard cock clearly visible. The sight made her pussy flood with arousal.

He dropped to his knees in front of the couch. His fingers hooked into the waistband of her panties. He looked up at her, silently asking.

She nodded, biting her lip.

He pulled them down and tossed them aside. Instinctively, she closed her legs, a flicker of nervousness hitting her. Jai wasn’t having any of it. He gripped her thighs firmly and spread them wide apart, pulling her closer to the edge of the couch and toward his mouth.

Then he went to town.

The first long, slow lick from her asshole all the way up to her clit made her eyes widen and a sharp gasp tear from her throat. “Ahh!” her asshole clenched at the foreign touch.

Jai groaned loudly against her. She was drenched and tasted intoxicating. He licked up her juices with broad strokes of his tongue. He sucked her clit, alternating between gentle suction and rapid flicks that made her hips jerk.

Every swipe of his warm and wet tongue pleasured her. He lightly scraped his teeth over her swollen clit, making her sob. He spat directly onto her hole before diving back in, making everything even sloppier. The sounds of him eating her out filled the room.

She was losing herself. He was too good at it. Her fingers curled into his hair, gripping hard as soft, breathless screams and moans spilled from her lips.

Jai shoved two thick fingers inside her without warning, curling them perfectly against that spot. Her back arched off the couch, a louder cry escaping her. He pumped them steadily while his tongue continued its assault on her clit.

He scissored his two fingers inside her, stretching her soaked pussy open to prepare her for what's about to happen. Her thighs began to tremble, her walls clenching around his fingers as she was about to cum.

Just as she was right on the edge, Jai pulled his mouth and fingers away completely.

She let out a loud, frustrated whine, “Kya kar rahe ho?”

He chuckled “Itna jaldi nahi.” Jai stood up and shoved his boxers down. His thick, girthy cock sprang free, heavy and veiny. He gave it two slow strokes. It looked almost intimidating.

“Dheere?” he asked, as he looked down at her.

"Nahi." She said quickly, eyes glued to his cock. He raised his eyebrows and smirked.

He reached behind her and unclasped her bra, and let it fall off. Her tits spilled out, full and soft, nipples hard. He leaned down and kissed her lips once, before lining up the fat head of his cock against her hole.

“Condom?” he asked, breathing heavily.

She stared at him for a long second, then huffed, “No need.” (DO NOT DO THIS OKAY I JUST LIKE WRITING KINKY SHIT)

A smirk spread across his face, satisfied.

He pushed in slowly. Her pussy took him in surprisingly smoothly, thanks to how he had eaten and stretched her out.

“Sab theek?” he asked, eyebrows furrowed, jaw tight from how insanely her pretty pussy was gripping him.

“Hm…” she answered, voice desperate. “Move… please.”

Jai hooked her legs over his shoulders, and started drilling into her. The first powerful thrust made her eyes widen, then roll back as she screamed in pure pleasure. His thick cock slammed directly into her G-spot with every stroke.

It felt like he was splitting her open in the best possible way. Every vein on his cock dragged against her sensitive walls. The wet slapping sounds of skin on skin filled the room as he fucked her hard. Her eyes closed and all she could think about what how big he felt.

Jai groaned loudly, the tight heat of her pussy driving him insane. “Mm.. fuck,” he growled.

Her moans were too loud. He clamped a hand over her mouth, muffling her cries while continuing to fuck her. The pleasure was almost too much for both of them. Barely three minutes in, they were already about to cum.

He suddenly pulled out completely.

She groaned in frustration, "Kya problem hai tumhara?!” she whined.

He chuckled breathlessly. “Itni jaldi nahi. Utho.”

She obeyed. Jai sat down on the couch and pulled her on top of him. She understood immediately. She sat on his lap and lined up his cock with her entrance and sank down onto him.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him, tongues sliding as she started bouncing on his dick. Their moans were swallowed by each other’s mouths. Jai grabbed her ass, squeezing the soft flesh hard, and began lifting her up and slamming her back down onto his cock.

This time she couldn’t hold back. Her pussy clenched around his cock as she came hard, soaking him with her cum. She screamed into his mouth, nails digging into his shoulders.

Jai quickly lifted her off, pulled out, and wrapped his hand around his cock. He jerked it twice and came with a groan, thick ropes of cum painting her stomach.

...

After a few minutes of heavy breathing, Jai’s hand lazily slid down her back and landed on her ass with a firm slap.

“Uth jao,” he said.

She groaned softly, burying her face deeper into his neck. Her body felt limp, thoroughly fucked and satisfied.

He huffed in amusement, then simply wrapped his arms around her and lifted her up with ease. He took her to the bathroom. He set her down gently on the toilet seat.

“Pee,” he instructed casually while turning on the tap and cleaning himself.

She looked at him, "with you here?"

He smirked, "Dekh toh liya sab.. dont be shy."

She blushed but did as told. When she finished, he pointed toward the shower. “Nahalo. Garam paani hai. Call me if you need anything.”

He stepped out finally giving her privacy, and went to his bedroom. He rummaged through a drawer and pulled on a pair of loose black shorts. Then he grabbed one of his oversized t-shirts, one that was super old and now probably too big for him also.

When he turned around, she was standing there in the doorway, completely naked. Water trailing down her curves, over her breasts, and down her tummy. Behind her, there was a trail of water from the bathroom all the way to his bedroom.

Jai stared at the mess for a second before looking back at her.

“Tumne towel nahi diya… meri kya galti,” she said with a mischievous smile.

He tried to keep a straight face but failed. Cute. He thought.

He grabbed a clean towel from the cupboard and gave it to her. He started drying her off, first her hair, then her shoulders, her back, and down her arms. He took his time on her breasts, thumbs brushing over her nipples teasingly, which she slapped away. Once she was dry, she slipped into his t-shirt.

They moved to his bed. She immediately turned toward him, pulling him close. He wrapped one arm around her shoulders, the other resting on her hip under the t-shirt.

For a while, neither spoke.

“Kal office hai na?” he murmured quietly

“chup,” she replied sleepily, pressing closer.

He chuckled softly. “sorry, madam.”

Soon, both of them drifted off to sleep.

...

Next morning.

Jai was crouched beside her scooter in the garage.

She stood a few feet away. She was sipping the hot chai he had made for her earlier in the same tshirt of his. Her office clothes were still lying in a damp, crumpled pile on his bedroom floor. There was no way she was going to the office today.

Jai gave the scooter one final check, wiped his hands on a rag.

“Ho gaya,” he announced.

She smiled, lowering the cup from her lips. “Kitna hua?”

He hummed, pretending to think, running a hand through his messy hair. “Puncture ka hua…”

She frowned instantly, tilting her head. “Puncture toh tha hi nahi?”

Jai’s lips curved into a slow, mischievous grin. He grabbed a screwdriver and gave the rear tire a sharp jab. The tire began to deflate.

She stared in pure disbelief, mouth falling open.

“Ab ho gaya,” he said smugly, turning back to her with a wink. “Kal phir aana.”

For a second, there was complete silence.

Then she exploded with a laugh.

“YOU ASSHOLE!”

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Writing smut during ovulating is my favorite thing ever. So here is yall's goon material. @rosesandpeoniesthings ne yeh idea mujhe diya, aur @cloudmast ne mujhe bole yeh likhne so here you go! I love you my girlies and i hope this satisfies some of that thirst you have bottled up 💋.

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Chapter 5

Masterlist

Enjoy, my shonas <3

May 12th

Hi Rimi, can we talk?? Please, I am sorry Why won't you at least respond??  I really am sorry 

May 14th 

Look, I have this visceral urge to talk to you  it's almost a reflex  Can we be friends? Please?  I really want to talk to you, Rimi I am sorry 

May 17th: Dariba Kalan 

The fan spins fast above her head, her eyes tracking the movement for a while before she turns to her side and curls into herself on the bed, silently crying. Her family had come back from Kolkata almost a week ago, and they did not know she had brought Jai home, an empirical sort of trust in her. And why would they not have it? She has never given them reason to doubt.

Her phone lights up with texts as it does every day. Jai messages her every day, and she ignores him every day, refuses to talk to the man who humiliated her to such an extent, pointing a finger at her character had been the last straw for her. In fact, she has begun to realise the whole affair had been one long and drawn-out experience of humiliation and insults, hiding her as if she were someone to be ashamed of from people who do not even know the half of what he thinks or feels. 

I find you everywhere: "The past beats inside me like a second heart"  It's from John Banville's The Sea But Rimi, I don't want us to be in the past I want you in my present Will you ever find it in your heart to forgive me? 

She reads them from the notifications before sliding them out of sight. She misses him, of course, she misses him. However, what is left of her dignity keeps her from reaching out because she feels a deep sense of shame when she thinks about how she had let him treat her, let him walk all over her as if she were some tattered doormat. The question of whether he truly loves her or not plagues her because she has yet to grapple with the fact that people often hurt the people they love in unimaginable ways, in ways they could never imagine hurting anyone else. 

May 19th: Delhi University

"Hi, Tanuja, studying hard?" Maya asks as she passes by them in the corridor. Jai's head whips to look at her, his heart beating fast as he does. 

"Yeah, why?" she asks dryly. 

"Just asking so we know what the curve is like." Everyone laughs except for Jai, who looks as awkward as ever. 

"Have you considered studying?" Tanuja smiles, saccharine sweet. 

"Are you implying we don't study? Tum apne aap ko samajhti kya ho?" Priya asks, amused. What exactly do you think of yourself? 

"Aapne aapke baare mein main itna sochti kaha hoon," she shrugs. I don't think about myself that much. "And yes, I am implying that you have rocks for brains." 

"Oh fuck off, you ugly frigid bitch," Rahul scoffs. Everyone else is shocked by it, but no one comes forward to correct him as Tanuja walks away, with nothing on her face to suggest that the comment affected her in any way. However, Jai feels an unfamiliar sort of rage building up in himself.

"Itni ghamandi kyu hai?" Priya shrugs, and that seems to be Jai's last straw. Why is she so conceited? 

"Would you both ever fuck off?" he says abruptly, frustrated. 

"Tujhe kya hogaya?" Rahul asks, bewildered. What is wrong with you? 

"Tujhe kya hogaya hai, saale? Koi ladki se aise baatein karta hai? Ghar mein kya khak seekh ke aya hai?" he asks with a frown. What is wrong with you, you idiot? Why would you talk to a girl like that? Did they not teach you manners at home? 

"Jai tumhara problem kya hai?" Maya inquires, just as surprised as everyone. What is your problem, Jai? 

"Tum logo ka problem kya hai? Bechari ne aisa kya kiya that you have to berate her publicly like a pack of vultures?" he asks, frowning. What is your problem? What did she do that was so nasty...

"Woh kya teri girlfriend hai kya?" Rahul asks, irritated. Is she your girlfriend or something?

"Ey chup kar kaamine," Kabir interjects. Oh, shut up, you fool. "You shouldn't have spoken to her like that." 

Jai looks incredibly offended and angry as he gets up and starts to walk away, unable to place where the confidence came from to finally put his friends in their places. He hates that he had to, hates the fact that he tolerated their nonsense despite not agreeing with any of it. His fear of being alone had led him down a path of being entirely placid and unable to voice his thoughts or opinions in front of them for fear of abandonment. The anthropological deep-seated need to find a herd has perfectly destroyed his ability to form a real connection, he realises as he walks down the path towards the campus lake. And had destroyed a real connection he had formed. 

He sits on the bench until everyone has left, has been staring at the still water for two hours now, no minute disturbance of a leaf falling or an insect moving has escaped his gaze. He takes his phone out once everyone has left, dialling Tanuja's number and letting it ring before he reaches her voicemail. 

"Can't answer right now, leave a message or a text," her voice plays out, entirely void of any emotion. 

"Rimi, listen, main kisi aur se baatein nahi kar sakta kyunki woh tum nahi ho," he starts. ...I cannot talk to anyone else because they are not you. "Tumhara bina mann lagta hi nahi, I don't know what else I am supposed to say except that I am sorry." I cannot focus on anything without you... His voice cracks. "I am really sorry, Rimi. And I miss you a lot." Fully crying now, wiping his tears with one hand. "I really miss you. Maine tumhare saath jo kiya woh bilkul sahi nahi tha, I know that. Par phir bhi maafi maang raha hoon besharam ki tarhah. Pyar karta hoon tumse, Rimi, please, I really love you, and I am so sorry. Just call me, meet me, anything." ...what I did to you was never right...even then, I am asking for your forgiveness. I love you...

June 12th: Delhi University

Jai stands in front of the Faculty of Law building alongside all his batchmates. The recipient of the scholarship will be revealed today, exams for which were held two weeks ago. He remembers the exact dress Tanuja had worn on the day of the exam, a sleeveless light pink kurta and white slacks, hair up in a bun, dark circles under her eyes. He knows she looked tired because she had probably been up studying just as he had the previous night, but some childish part of him wants to believe she had been up thinking about him. 

"Once every few years, we have more than one student deserving of our merit scholarship, and this year is one of them," the dean of the faculty says. "I am filled with pride to announce that this year, we have two recipients of the scholarship, and they are," he pauses. "Jai Angarchand and Tanuja Mitra." The sound of applause erupts from the crowd. 

Kabir, who had been standing next to him, pulls him into a tight hug, rubbing his back. "Pata tha tujhe milega, mere bhai," he says, his voice filled with pride. I knew you'd get it, my brother. 

"Thanks," Jai smiles, hugging him back. Fatefully, his eye catches Tanuja, standing alone as people begin to walk away. 

"Rimi!" he calls out as she walks away from the library. Thankfully, she stops and turns. 

"Did you get my voicemail?" he asks, closing the distance between them, standing right in front of her. 

"What voicemail?" she asks, confused. 

"It doesn't matter," he says, adrenaline rushing through his body as he kneels in front of her, on his knees, looking up at her. "I really love you, Rimi, I genuinely don't care what anyone has to say about it at all, tell anyone you'd like. In fact, if you'd like, I will shout it from the rooftops that I love you. It doesn't matter if you love me back or not, if you forgive me or not, my love for you is not dependent on anything; these are my feelings, I am just telling you." 

She looks distraught, entirely caught off guard that he would actually do this in front of everyone, in front of his friends who are looking at him as if he has committed some horrible crime, but a sort of sick amusement is also present in their eyes. 

"If I can say anything," Kabir says, catching up to them. "Jai saach mein tumse pyaar karta hai, he has been distant from everyone and everything these past few weeks. I knew he had been meeting someone very important to him last month, but I didn't know it was you. I don't know what happened between you two, but I know he adores you." Jai actually loves you...

"Utho," she breathes out, looking at him as he obeys. Get up. "Are you stupid?" 

"Yes," he laughs nervously. 

"Good, that means I'll be the top scorer in our batch," she laughs, and he laughs too, shaking his head. 

"You're smarter than me," he smiles, taking her hand in his. 

"I know," she laughs, not serious at all. 

"I love you, Rimi," he says softly. 

"I love you too, Jai," she breathes out, feeling so incredibly exposed to him and everyone else who have decided subscription services do not serve up the same entertainment which can be extracted from watching the incredibly dramatic scene unfolding in front of their eyes. 

"I am sorry," he says softly, kissing her forehead. "I am really sorry." 

"You should be," she sighs, and he nods, pressing his forehead to hers, his hand pressing hers on top of his heart. 

"Tell me what he did later, and I'll beat him up for it," Kabir offers, and all three of them laugh. Much better to be around people who laugh with him, Jai thinks, aeons better actually than being around people who struggle to differentiate between cruelty and humour. 

I finished this story in record time, the driving force being my shonapakhi readers I love y'all so much. Also Dev Verma. Also our Raja Sahab hehehehe. Stay tuned! <333

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pairing : jai angarchand (hulchul) x oc a/n : no idea how long this is gonna be. atp im on autopilot.

PAST- ANGARCHAND VILLAGE - 12:37 PM "NAINA! BHES KI BACCHI! MERE BHAIYA KI DHOTI WAAPAS KAR! YAAR WOH ABHI DHUL KAR AAYI HAI!" Jai Angarchand, 10 years old, screaming at the girl running few feet ahead, laughing like there's no tomorrow.

"NAHI KARUNGI! MEIN ISSE JHOOLA BANAUNGI AUR LATKUNGI!" Naina, 9 years old, howled, running with the dhoti fluttering with the wind like she was some defiant militant on her way to start a revolution.

"PAGAL LADKI! UNKI IZZAT KE ALAAWA KUCH NAHI LATAK RAHA YAHAN PAR!" Jai sped up his pace, closing the gap between the two. He extended his hand to catch the fluttering cloth. He yanked it backwards, causing Naina to miss her footing and sending them both tumbling and getting catch up in the dhoti.

...

"...apne maa baapo ki aakhri galtiyo, kitne baar bola hai kapdo ke saath nahi khel the!" Kishan Angarchand (Paresh Rawal) caught up to the two ruffians who were wresting to get out the white dhoti. Kishan yanked the dhoti, sending the two spinning into the flowers.

"Tum dono ki matargashti ho jaye toh waapas aajana. Tum dono ki matayein tumhare liye Gaajar ka halwa bana rahi hai," He huffed and walked off, tossing his dhoti over his shoulder.

Naina and Jai popped their heads out of the sunflowers like two whack-a-moles, took one look at eachother and then laughed.

"Jai! Tumhare bhaiya toh aag baboola ho rahe the!"

"Nahate hue aadmi ke kapde lekar bhagogi toh yahi hoga na!" He grinned, placing his hands on his waist.

"Lekin gaajar ka halwa toh mera ho kar hi rahega!" She shoved him back into the dirt and sprinted towards the house, blowing a raspberry in his direction, "Jo akhir mein pohucha woh sada hua anda!"

"AAAARGH RUKO! NAINA! JANAM SE BHOOKI! MEIN SADA HUA ANDA NAHI HU!" Jai recovered from the disastrous and traitorous push and ran after her..again.

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The Angarchands and the Tiwaris were two peas in a pod. One was the power, other was the influence. They had built good relations over the course of time with their forefathers first engaging in trade as a customary to becoming inseparable. If either of the two was facing troubles, the other would step up no matter what.

"Dekho dono aagaye" Angarchand (Amish Puri) laughed, watching Jai and Naina run inside like tiny bawandars yelling "Mein khaungi!" "Nahi- tu pichli baar bhi sabh kha gayi thi!"

"Dono ke saath kitni raunak chhayi rehti hai," Tiwari laughed heartily, staring at the pair. "Aap toh chup hi rahiye, aapne Naina ko bigard rakha hai," Mrs Tiwari playfully nudged her husband. "Dekho toh bichare Jai ko kaisa Dara Dhamka kar rakha hai."

"Tum apni beti ke aalwa sabko bachati raho," Tiwari chortled. "Arrey bhaisahab. Jai bhi kuch kam nahi. Naina ki jaan kha rakhi hai usne." Mrs Angarchand supported his stance to which her husband merely huffed in amusement.

"MUMMY!!!!" Two yells erupted from the kitchen.

"Jai aakhri bite kha gaya!"

"Jhooti! Meine tumhare saath share karne ki koshish kari!" Jai pointed at her with a "what the heck man?" face

"Haan lekin uss bite mein kishmis thi na- mujhe kishmis nahi pasand!" Naina retorted, flailing her hands stubbornly.

"Toh usme mein kya karun! Mein tumhara naukar thodi hu! Abh tumhare liye kishmis nikalta phirunga?!" He crossed his arms and stuck his tongue out indignantly.

"HAAN!"

"Arrey, Nainu, beta, aise thodi kartein hai. Tum dono puri kadhai kha gaye..pet nahi bhara?" Tiwari tried to diffuse the situation.

"Nahi papa!"

Her father sighed before tricking his daughter, "Accha Agar mein phir dinner laga dun..?"

"..." Naina looked at her stomach. No way she was getting any more food in there.."Nahi pet bhar gaya papa"

Everyone in the room laughed.

...

"Chalo bhaisahab, agle hafte milte hai," Tiwari shook hands with Angarchand.

"Agle hafte kyu? Kal hi milte hai. Balram (Jackie Shroff) ke liye ladki dhundh li hai!" Angarchand laughed, patting the man on the shoulder.

"Ji zazur! Chalo beta Jai ko bye bolo"

"JAI!" Naina tackled him into a hug, her tiny arms wrapping tightly around her shoulders. Jai stiffened, turning pink. This girl was ruining his image! He was a big boy now!

"Hug mat karo mujhe- mujhe hugs nahi pasand! Woh rondu ladko ke liye hoti hai" he tried to push her away but she had clung onto him like a leech. He eventually gave up and wrapped his arms around her shoulders.

"Bye Jai!"

"Bye sar dard"

"MUMMY!!!"

...

"Jai jaldi jaldi!' Naina basically pulled him up into the little tree space her dad had built for them.

"Aa raha hun! Mera haat toh mat nikalo" Jai climbed up with food he had snuck from the almaari and sat on the small wooden platform in the cubby of leaves.

"Abh hum ek dum secret mein hai! Hume idhar koi nahi dhundega!" Naina pumped her fist in the air.

"Tum subah se bhaag bhaag kar khushi se sabko bata kuchi ho. Secret kaisa hua?"

"Accha lekin dushmano ko toh nahi pata!"

"Baat bhi sahi hai.." Jai looked up to see the vast expanse of branches, each interlocked with one another to create a lush web. "Pitaji kehte hai ki aksar humare dhushman dosto se zyaada kareeb hote hai" He reached out to boop her on the nose.

"...tum mujhe nausikhiya kyu samajhte ho!" Naina huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. "Kyuki tum harkatein hi aisi karti ho," Jai smiled. "Dekhlena, mein badi hojaungi na, toh phir tumse zyaada samajhdaar ban jaungi!" "Tum badi bhi hogi?" "JAI!" She started to whack him furiously. He could only lift his hands in defense, "Accha accha! Sorry! Hogi badi tum!" he joined his hands, laughing at her unbridled anger. ... Naina opened the bag of goods, "Tum ek hi khaata meetha kyu laaye? Mein doh laane ko bola tha!" Jai huffed "Size tumhara muskil se 30 kilo hoga, chali ho 1 kilo ka packet khaane. Pet phat jayega!" "Pet nahi phat ta!" Naina argued back. "Phat ta hai! Kishan Bhaiya ne ek baar phoda tha!" "EW!" She swatted him away. ... "Jai, hum dost hai na?" "Nahi," "Kabhi toh serious hojao," "...haan hain toh?" "..toh phir tum humesha mere dost rahoge na?" "Pagal ho gayi ho kya? humesha thodi sabh kuch waise ka waisa rehta hai? Pitaji aur mummy ka on and off chalta rehta hai, woh kabhi ek dusre pe gussa kartein hai, toh phir waapas chipakne lagte hai," Jai shuddered as if his seeing his parents hugging it out was some weird thing he did not want to witness. "Hum bhi aise hi karenge! Gussa karenge phir gale mil jaenge!" Naina clung onto his side with him trying to push her away. "ARREY TUM MUJHSE KYO CHIPAK RAHI HO! LADKO KO JHAPPI NAHI CHAHIYE HOTI!! HUME MARD BANNA HOTA HAI!" Jai tried to assert dominance but was failing horribly. "MERE SAATH MARD MAT BANO! BAS JAI BANO! THODE SE GHOCHU AUR THODE SE SHARARTI! ANGARCHAND UNCLE KI TARAH DARAWNE NAHI! " Naina had her grip on him like a damn vice. He stopped trying to shove her off, "...sacchi?" He had been trying so hard to be more like his brothers. Confident, scary, good at fighting and all that. He just..always felt like he wasn't as good as them. The fear of not being upto the mark or worse - failing his father, was not something he could bear. "haan! tumare alaawa mera hai hi kon? Jab dekho, mein tumhare ghar par zyaada rehti hun. Papa vyaapar ke kaam se bahar gaye hote hai, aur ammi auraton ke saath khi-khi-khi-khi karti rehti hai. Isiliye tumhara dimag khaane aajati hu!" Jai sighed loudly, as if the decision was taxing to make, when it was not, "tum itni bhi pakau nahi ho..." Naina looked pleased "arrey wah-" Jai waved his hand dismissively, "but phir mein tumse zyaada pakau se mila nahi hu abhi tak" "DOOB MARO!"

... PRESENT - LAW SCHOOL, 10:52 AM "JAI!!!!!!!" Lucky (Arshad Warsi) dodged past the crowds, bumping hear and there into people. He skipped up the stairs of the boys hostel, and skidded into their room, only to find his roommate lacking a pair of pants and trying to find something. Jai stood up straight, looking disheveled from the dust he had dug up in his search for his diary,"Kya hua Lucky? Dikh nahi raha mein kuch dhoond raha hun?" "Abbey woh chudail-" "Kaun chudail?" "ABBEY WOH NAINA!" "haan?" He lifted his head up from the mess in his room. "Uske haat mein teri woh- woh diary hai!" "KYA?!??" "HAAN WOH RED WAALI- LEATHER BOUND WAALI- TERE BAAP SE PURANI WAALE-" "KYA BAAT KAR RAHA HAI-" "HAAN WOH AUR WOH NEECHE MESS MEIN SABKE SAAMNE USSE PADH RAHI HAI!" "...ABHI DIKHATA HU SAALI KO" Jai clenched his fists and charged out of the room.

"..." "JAI!" Lucky yelled from behind. "KYA KAMINE!??!" "ABEY NEECHE DEKH" "KYA NEECHE DEKHU??!?" "ABEY- PAJAMA!" Jai looked down, and then into the hallway of other boys staring at him standing outside of room in boxers- "AHHHHHHHHHH" He tried to scramble into his room but rammed himself into the wall. He winced before running into his room and shutting the door. Lucky watched him scramble to wear his pants, "yaar tum angarchando ka trademark hai kya? Bina pant ke kacche mein dharam yudh karne nikal jaate ho?" "Chup kar," Jai grumbled under his breath and slipping his sandals on. "Chal." ... As they walked into the cafeteria, there was a roar of laughter from the table up ahead. There sat Naina Tiwari, on the table, holding a leather bound diary in her hand like a trophy, flipping through the pages. "7th September, 2:07 am, Dear Diary, Aaj meine bistar geela kar diya" Naina read before laughing as the crowd followed, "With love, Jai!" "Oho~ 11 saal ka hokar bistar gila karta tha?" People doubled over laughing. "Bhai ye toh galat kar rahi hai," Lucky whispered to this friend, who looked like he was simmering with rage. Jai was about to step forward but was stopped by a group of guys. Naina spared him one glance before flipping the page and pausing.

"Aage padh Naina!" one of the boys cheered her on but Naina didn't seem to budge. "Padh na Nainu," one of the girls coaxed. "...9th September..4:00 am...Dear diary.." Naina slowly spoke. A chill went down his spine. She was not going to was she? Surely things hadn't soured between them to this degree— "Pitaji ne bola ki Tiwari saanp hai aur woh unhe door bhej rahe hai. Par mein humare secret jagah par ek aur ghanta chupa rahunga... I hope woh mujhe dhund le. Mujhse chipkna band nahi kar sakti woh...hehe..." His writing seemed shaky, as if he wasn't sure of himself, "Mujhe pharak nahi padhta ki humare pariwaar jhagadh rahe hai, mein bas chahta hu ki woh aaye aur mujhe bole ki mein uska best friend hun. Mujhe bas ussey kehna hai ki mein uske liye rukunga." Naina just stared at the page while everyone else laughed at the rather sappy piece of text. He had waited. At there spot in the tree. In the rain for hours...while her father dragged her away saying that he had abandoned her, spitting on their name. "Aur kuch hai Naina? Kya apni mummy ke liye koi dukhi se poetry likhi hai?" few people high fived eachother.

Dooriyan

Veer (Hulchul 2004) x fem! Angar Chand's daughter! Reader

Umm so guys i have been working on this since december 2025. I wasn't even planning on posting this but yeah. Here we are. :)

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“Pitaji main nikal rahi hoon,” Dr. (Y/N) A. Chand got out the main door, her bag and stethoscope by her side. Her father, Angar Chand, was sitting on an armchair in the verandah, reading the daily news. She bent down as usual, touching his feet.