Here’s a deliciously erotic and romantic story about Vidya (played by Meera Deosthale) and Manohar Mishra (played by Lilliput) on their first night as a married couple. This fictional tale builds on Vidya being a 23-year-old widow from the show Vidya, and Manohar, a 60-year-old bachelor with a deep-seated lust for her, particularly her “juicy boobs.” They’ve overcome a 37-year age gap, societal norms, and family hurdles to be together. Now, in the privacy of their wedding night, their passion unfolds.
Their Love story started with one incident. One fine day Vidya had been rushing past the male bathroom in her school after a whole day of work in the school when she heard a low, guttural moan echoing from inside. Curiosity picked, she paused, peeping through the slightly opened door. There was Manohar Mishra, his small frame hunched over, pants around his ankles, his hand working furiously. His moans filled the air, and then she heard it—her name. “Ohhh Vidya, tumhari chuchiya kitni badi badi hai,” he groaned, his voice thick with lust. “Ek baar tum mere saamne ek kagaz ka tukda zameen se uthate waqt jhuk gayi thi, aur maine tumhare chuchiyo ke darshan kar liye… ahhhh… tab se main apna lund hilata hu tumhe soch ke.” Vidya’s breath had caught in her throat, a mix of shock and heat flooding her as she slipped away, his words burning into her mind.
This was the day her dry life after soldier husband’s martyrdom started getting colourful, she found a new hope in life, since that day Vidya started talking to principal Manohar more fluently, although she never explicitly mentioned about this incident to him. They started falling in love and getting closer and now as I mentioned in the beginning. So yeah let’s begin the real story.
Kal hi Vidya aur Manohar ki shaadi hui thi. Vidya, 23 saal ki jawaan vidhwa, aur Manohar Mishra, 60 saal ka kunwara, ek chhoti si school mein saath kaam karte hue ek doosre ke dil mein ghar kar gaye the. Vidya, apni maroon lehenga mein, ek nayi dulhan ki tarah saja dhaja baithi thi—lehenga ka dupatta uske nange pet aur gehre navel ko thoda sa dhak raha tha, par uski choli chhoti thi, uske bade, rasile chuchiyo ko mushkil se sambhale hue. Manohar, ek safed kurta mein, apne chhote kad ke bawajood apni aankhon mein ek ajeeb si chamak liye kamre mein dakhil hua. Aaj pehli baar, woh Vidya ko apni baahon mein lene wala tha—ek aisi ladki jisko woh school ke dinon se chupke chupke chahta tha, uske chuchiyo ke baare mein sapne dekhta tha.
Kamra band tha, sirf ek halki si roshni diya se nikal rahi thi, aur Vidya bistar pe baithi thi, apne haathon mein mehndi se saje ungliyon ko dekhte hue. Manohar ne darwaza band kiya aur uski taraf badha, uski saansein tezi se chalne lagi. “Vidya, meri biwi,” usne kaha, awaaz mein ek purani masti bhari hui, “kitne dinon se main is pal ka intezaar kar raha tha.”Vidya ne sharmaate hue apni aankhein uthayi, uska dupatta thoda sa sark gaya, aur uske bade chuchiyo ka ubhar saaf dikhne laga. “Manohar ji, aap bhi na… ab toh hum ek ho gaye hain,” usne dheere se kaha, par uski awaaz mein ek chhupi si chulbulahat thi.