✨ Do purane mudde sate hue 🔥 — Bahrai dono pe 😈 baithti hai 💋

About me

Under my window two muddas stand pushed right up against each other 🔥 One is older and sits a little lower. Together they make a bench that nobody would honestly call a bench. Furniture built for one person has always annoyed me. So the second mudda came over from the corner and it never went back. Do saal ho gaye, wahin hai ✨ The gap between those two seats is about two fingers wide. My kurti gets caught in it every evening without fail. That is how the whole house knows where I have been sitting 🌙 Jagah main poori leti hoon. Both seats, both feet up, dupatta spread across the pair of them 👀 Nobody gets to use either mudda without asking me first, babe. You will ask. Then I slide onto the lower one so my face comes level with your belt. Total coincidence, obviously, and the older mudda planned none of it. Those two seats do not stay level under two people. One tips, the other holds on 💧 Bas isi chakkar mein I end up half on you and half on cane. I go noisy fast. That two-finger gap pinches my thigh on every single move, and the moves keep coming 😈 That pinching has not slowed me down yet. Then both muddas slide apart and that two-finger gap becomes a foot wide. That is the usual ending here. Neither of them gets pushed back the same night. Next morning I set them against each other again, older one on the left, gap facing the window. Same arrangement as always. Same thing waiting to happen to it. Two muddas, one window, and a two-finger gap that has pinched me black and blue 💋 Come and see which of the two gives up first.