Imli Bhabhi

You're the one Ive been waiting for.

Ms. Imli. - Mr. Dhakya.

- Your message has come. - Wow. Give it to me.

Ill give it to you.

Imli. Imli.

Yes, Imli. This one.

- Here you go. - Okay.

My dear Imli.

Im sure that you and Amma will be very happy.

And you'll be healthy too.

I thought of sending you another message if you didn't reply.

Im writing an important message.

I know that a woman needs physical pleasure from her husband.

Ive heard and seen that when a husband goes out to earn

a lot of women do wrong things for physical pleasure.

But I hope that you're not like that.

Gorgi!

I told you, you wouldn't be able to stay away...

from my weapon.

Come on, play the music.

Ah, ah, fresh, fresh.

Ah, ah, fresh, fresh.

Today, I'll make you fresh.

Sister-in-law.

Gurki, Why are you panting like that?

Because now wedding is broken.

How long should I cry?

Dont worry.

You'll find a better boy than him.

Sister-in-law, I want to ask you something.

- Tell me the truth. - Yes, ask.

- That night... - yes.

Hey Imli ji!

Do you have a message to send?

I haven't written yet.

- I'll give it to you when I write it. - Okay.

Sister-in-law, Did you give that message I gave you?

Oh yes, I'll give it tomorrow.

Okay.

Come on.

Come with me.

That day, I started looking at all the letters one by one.

There was one thing common in the letters.

"Whenever you feel like it, just hold the pillow in your lap and sleep."

Sexual pleasure was now...

entering my life.

With the postman, and that night...

Hey, who's there?

Why are you watching like a thief?

If you have courage, come here. Come out!

Oh! Tarzan chacha, you?!

Oh Imli! You turned out to be very sharp.

Hey, if you want to give it to me, why would I refuse?

But you'll have to help me aim the cannonball (laughs).

Understand? Yeah.

I'll put it down.

Yes, one minute.

Hey! She's going...

Pajama.

Tarzan chacha was busy extracting the juice from my cave.

I forgot everything.

I forgot that I was someone's wife.

Because I hadn't received sexual pleasure in years.

And even if I did, it was from an old lion.

Chacha made a good effort,

but I just woke up.

I need someone to extract juice from my cave every day.

The cannon had rusted.

The shot was delayed.

Hey postman, what are you doing? Someone will see.

Hey listen, I need to talk to you about something important.

That tree behind, I'll wait for you under it.

Okay, I'm going.

I'm not coming.

I'll wait for you. Okay, come.

Hey daughter-in-law, come here.

Yes, tell me, mother in-law.

That postman comes every day.

You don't read any message from my Pankaj Babu.

Read me a little.

What does my baby write for me?

Arre Amma, what will you do hearing the old message?

When a new one comes, I'll read it to you.

You do one thing, Imariya. Read the old message to me.

Arre Amma, what will you do hearing it?

I want to hear the old one only. Go get it.

Okay Amma, I'm bringing it, I'll read it to you.

Sit and read it.

I'm reading, Amma.

Arre, read it quickly.

So Pankaj says, "My dear Amma,

I hope you are doing very well.

I miss you all day.

Once my work gets settled here, I will take both you and Imli with me."

Oh my goodness! My son writes such sweet things for me.

Yes Amma, he has also written that...

he will buy a new saree for you, and bring sweets too. Yes.

Oh God, keep my son safe and sound.

Hey listen, I need to talk to you about something important.

That tree behind, right? I'll wait for you under it.

- Aunty. - Yes.

I have to go post a letter, so I'm going, okay?

Go, daughter-in-law, but come back home soon.

- Yes. - Okay

It's been so long. She hasn't come yet.

I knew you would definitely come. Come, sit.

Why did you call me to such a secluded place?

The thing is, Imli ji,

I love you very much.

I am so beautiful that anyone would fall in love with my juicy body.

- Arre, no, no. - Ha?

I don't love your body,

I love you.

Wh-what are you saying, Postman ji?

You know I'm married, right?

I am married.

Imli ji, I want to marry you.

Postman ji.

I already show you heaven every week.

Then why do you want to marry me?

The reason is, Imli ji,