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Ladies Taylor Romance Stoery

Our name is Babban and we are the biggest priest of Ladies. We don't think that there will be anyone more convincing of ladies than us in the whole city of Yaad. Ay hi hi hi!!! The thing about ladies is unique. His every style is special. The almighty must have created them not in leisure, leaving their job, with complete leisure. Ay hi hi hi!!! We live in the city of beautiful ladies. In the city of remembrance. The colleges here… the offices here… the bus stops here… understand that there are factories of beauty.

See this, see that, see there, you have missed here. Beauty is beauty! The gaze did not move even a bit that it seemed like an idol of beauty, she stood up. Those long hair, like children laughing in the park, sliding on the slide! That boisterous gait as if an innocent squirrel is jumping on our palm! Ay hi hi hi!!! Ladies should stand in a line and be given the Bharat Ratna for how much mercy they showed on all of us by being ladies!

When ladies speak, it seems that bells are ringing on a distant mountain and when we gents speak, it seems as if we have entered inside the belfry. When the ladies walk it's like swans parading by a lake and when we gents walk it's like mules climbing a mountain to graze on grass. If there were no ladies then whom would we dream of? On what would you write songs? Whom do you tease while standing in the street

But one sad thing related to the ladies is that we ladies have not mowed the grass till date. From childhood till today, it never occurred to anyone to say that Babban, you are looking very good today. So we figured there's only one surefire way to be with the ladies is to be a daddy teller. So we went one step ahead of them and became Ladies Taylor.

There would be no bridegroom from the generation before us, who would not have mounted a mare wearing dad's stitched sherwani. But since childhood, we wanted to stitch the bride's clothes, not the groom's. It was our dream to be counted among the dearest of ladies. Ay hi hi hi!!! In some other way, then by becoming a ladies tailor! There is a very personal, close relationship between ladies and ladies tailors.

By the way, daddy wanted us to try a government job somewhere. But we finally convinced them. We said, “Daddy, who knows more than you that tailoring is the most rewarding job? We fulfill the wishes of the person who wants to look like. We wrap dreams in cotton and terrycott. In a way, we make the soul wear a beautiful garment.

Daddy agreed. I went out and we became close to more than half of the girls in Yaad city. In the beginning, I could not understand how to tolerate so much beauty. Ay hi hi hi!!! Thousands and thousands of times we fell in love at first sight. Dil hai, what to do? But Husn and I did not get along much.

In childhood, our hands often used to tremble while taking measurements. We used to mess up the measurements. Daddy used to be sick now, so we were running the shop as well. Achcha, it was not our mistake either because we used to handle a lot of work. But Husn could not handle.

One day in between morning and evening two incidents happened which were going to affect our life in a very serious way. Another tailor opened his shop early in the morning, next to the cycle stand in the front street. New Lucky Tailors on the lines of Lucky Tailors And in the evening a beautiful girl came into the shop and said, "Hey, are you the master tailor?" All of you are educated.

You must have heard the name of heart attack. It is a disease of older people. It happened to our uncle. But the heart attack we had at that time was bigger than all other heart attacks. There was a shock of beauty in my heart. Our mind went completely numb. The beauty is such that even the beauty is impressed, let us run away, apply a little make-up and think that we have faded in front of her, brother!

She said, “I have to get some clothes made but soon. Can you make it? If it were our way, we would have closed all the shops and just become their personal tailors. Get engaged in the service of the lady. We said, "Yes tell me."

The lady had come with great preparation. She had brought along a sample of what was to be made. Our measuring tape didn't get anywhere near them. She gave some clothes to the chest and then left. While leaving, got the name written in the receipt book – Shagufta. Ay hi hi hi!!! Was the name a little? Like a garland of pearls has been strung in a silken thread. We decided at that very moment that if there is any girl worthy of being Mrs. Babban in the entire city of Yaad, it is she.

Ay hi hi hi!!! We thought that we would put our whole art into making their clothes! But here the days were going bad. As we told that as soon as we came close to the ladies, we used to get nervous and used to get all the measurements wrong. For this reason many customers started coming with complaints. Many blouses were thrown on the counter. We were throwing our ancestral business down the drain.

Slowly the word started spreading that Lucky Tailors was about to close. Well, we were not aware of all this. We had fallen in love for the thousand and one times for the first time… with Shagufta ji. She used to come to the shop sometimes. And the rest of the time used to come in dreams.

Our condition was as if we were drunkards. In the love of Shagufta ji, you are lying on the side of the road. Or there may be a damchi who is lost in his own world intoxicated with smoke and the pickpocket is busy picking his pocket.

Suddenly, from being a sensible person, we had become a big bird lover type. On the other side, Lanka was about to burn and here we were going towards a ditch riding on the horse of our love…

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As the problem kept increasing, so did our love for Shagufta ji. It is true that right now our love was only a matter of days. We were leaving with our half-money, in an effort that he should also add his half-money and the expenses would be met. But it seemed that after falling in love for the thousand and one time first time, we were still the clumsiest of clumsies.

By the way, we had become like friends with Shagufta ji. We used to think that sometimes she used to come to meet us just on an excuse. After all, how many times can a stitch on someone's clothes come undone? And why only we have to take the opening of five hundred, brother? Means was something! No?

One day we thought to give a hint. She came We ordered special tea from Dhannu Chaiwala at Nukkad. You people know that in small towns the meaning of special tea is that if you look at it, pour some milk. Tea came. Shagufta ji p. She said, "Have you ordered special tea for me?" Seeing the opportunity, we attacked.

Yes you are special. What to do?" Signaling them, she pushed an athanni on the counter towards them. We said, “If you give your Athanni, then one rupee will be enough.”

He put his hand in his bag and took out a penny. Means said I love you. “Probably not! Ok ok take it Athanni. Will you give change of 100 now? When the note was given, the finger touched it.

Ay hi hi hi!!! We were not able to absorb this zenith properly that the almighty sent another huge zenith on top of it towards us. Daddy called. Lying on the bed, he said, “Babban, the damage is increasing. All our customers have started going to the new Lucky Tailors opposite. All the accumulated capital has been destroyed. The shop might have to be closed son. What daddy said while lying on the bed. Our parrots were blown away by that. He was lying on the bed and we quickly got up from the bed.

We took a rickshaw and reached the old city. Knocked on an old wooden door in an alley. This was the house of father's old friend Ahmad Chacha. Another famous retired tailor of Yaad city. Sat with him for two hours. The room was filled with talk. Sitting there, I made a big decision. After two days the sign board of Lucky Tailors was removed and then climbing the ladder of courage, holding the hammer of hope, we slowly put up the new gleaming board of Lucky Designers.

The sixty years old shop was going to be closed because of our antics, our inefficiency. We had to do anything to stop it. We are scared to watch ghost movies at night, but are brave enough anyway. If anyone's kite gets stuck on a pole in the locality, first of all people start looking at us that Babban Bhai, you can do something. We came back to the shop and looked at him with great affection. This is where we came with nosebleeds to ask daddy for a rupee for toffee It was here that I fell in love with a customer for the first time. It was here that I learned to use scissors for the first time from my father. Arey, this shop was our everything! It had to be saved at all costs.

Shagufta ji came again the next day. Had to open five hundred. We were somewhat confused. He asked. Couldn't stay with us. Told everything Said, “You bring some new exciting idea so that this new lucky tailors look boring and old.” I said, "Will you go somewhere with me?" She smiled, said, “Okay. There is only so much I can do for you. We left It was felt as if husband and wife were going together to deal with the family's problem.In front, the owner of New Lucky Tailors, the thief who stole our name, stood laughing like a fox.

We took a rickshaw and reached the old city. Knocked on an old wooden door in an alley. This was the house of father's old friend Ahmad Chacha. Another famous retired tailor of Yaad city. Sat with him for two hours. The room was filled with talk. Sitting there, I made a big decision. After two days the sign board of Lucky Tailors was removed and then climbing the ladder of courage, holding the hammer of hope, we slowly put up the new gleaming board of Lucky Designers.

We waged a war against New Lucky Tailors. We had decided to open the next front in Mohabbat ki jung too – to express our love to Shagufta ji. The iron of love was hot. The time had come. Just as a shrew cannot become a rat by shortening its beak, just as a Pomeranian bulldog cannot be made by expanding its chest, in the same way, just changing the board could not make Lucky Tailors, Lucky Designers.Such was the situation in the sinking business that even if the name of the shop was named Lucky Sona Free Distribution Center, no one would have been able to save it.

But you know that we are clever thieves. We were born when a hundred geniuses had died. We had a plan. Just like Anil Kapoor had found a secret formula for his disappearance in the Mr. India picture, similarly we had found a secret formula when we went to Ahmed Chacha's house that night. Ahmed uncle used to make a very beautiful Ahmed cut in ladies' dresses in his time. He made it and gave it to us and our future wife Shagufta ji.

Are you? By what right are we saying 'wife to be'? Why is it your future wife? See, don't inquire too much from us. For the last several days, we were continuously getting such hints that our Athanni was going to be converted into rupees. Shagufta ji didn't say anything anyway, and how can she say, shyness is the jewel of ladies, you know it! But the antennae of our hearts were constantly receiving signals that Miss Shagufta was intent on becoming Mrs. Babban.

Since we are clever thieves, Ahmed Chacha's design was quickly renamed as Babban Cut. As word spread, girls hungry for the new design were drawn to the lucky designer like cockroaches.

Ay hi hi hi!!! Good days are back. We had taken all of their sizes but had not yet put scissors to anyone's measurements because we wanted to make the new killer design that we had stolen from Ahmed Chacha's place the hottest fashion trend in the city. First of all, we should use that designed dress in a dress for our future wife Shagufta ji.

We said, “Shagufta, should we talk about marriage?” Shagufta said shyly, “Yes, I also wanted to talk to you. Must be a little early." I said, “Hey, we are in a hurry than you. We want you to wear the wedding dress in Babban cut. Shagufta said, “Yes, we also want the same. Our wedding is in twelve days and our future husband has specifically said that we should make our wedding dress from here. The clothes of his last three generations have been stitched by Lucky Tailors, that's why!” This story was just like that...

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