Hi andhariki na name Varun, 26 years old, Hyderabad lo oka software engineer. Nenu ee story rasthundi evaraina parichayam avtharu ani rasthunna.naku sex pichhi baga ekkuva so ee story chadivi evaraikaiana sex cheyyali anipisthe naku message cheyyandi..full g a enjoy cheddam..enjoy ani kadu full ga denginchukundham..nenu hyderabad lo untanu ..Hyderabad lo evaraina naku lage sex pichhi unte message cheyyandi..na mail id : Kvarunkumar2580@gmail.com .. naku google chat lo kani gmail lo kani message cheyyandi..ika story loki vellipodham.
Nenu Varun, 26 years old, Hyderabad lo oka mid-level software engineer. Na life routine ante mostly predictable office, gym, occasional friends hangout, weekend movies. But actual ga nenu ekkuva interest vundedi photography lo. Streets, random people, festivals Hyderabad ki soul ni capture cheyyadam naku passion. DSLR koni 2 years aindi, but work busy kabatti serious ga pursue cheyyalekapoyanu. Na flat 8th floor lo undi, same apartment lo below 5th floor lo Arun garu and his wife Meera aunty untaru. Arun garu mid-30s, investment firm lo senior consultant. Chala strict ga untadu, punctual, mostly gym, work, laptop, calls. Meera aunty around 31 or 32, but oka calm charm undi. Always morning walks ki veli, saree or simple churidar lo kanipistundi. Oka warm smile, polite nod tho andarini greet chesthundi. First time naaku interaction vacchindi Ganesh Chaturthi time. Apartment committee celebration plan chesaru. Nenu DSLR tho photos click chesthunna. Akkada Meera aunty decoration supervise chesthundi. She looked beautiful in yellow saree, hair bun with jasmine. “Varun, nuvvu photos baaga theestav kada? Events ki committee ki photographer dorakaledu. Can you help?” ani politely adigindi. Nenu smile chesi, “Sure aunty, naaku kuda practice avuthundi.” That day I clicked pics of kids, rangoli, idol, aartis. Later photos WhatsApp group lo upload chesthe andariki nachayi. Aunty personally message chesi, “Thanks Varun, you captured the festival spirit.Na number 915426234 evaraina hyderabad lo na laga sex pichhi unna girls kani aunties kani message cheyyandi..nenu hyderabad lo untanu..full ga and pachhiga denginchukundham Arun busy unna… atleast memories ni ila preserve cheyyadam chala special.” That message lo oka genuine gratitude feel aindi. Aa day nunchi whenever I carried camera, she showed curiosity. “Photography ante art ga anipistundi… nuvvu ela interest develop chesavu?” ani adigindi once while kids dance practice ni observe chesthunte. Nenu cheppanu, “College days lo random ga start chesa aunty. But camera mundu people smile chesetappudu, or natural ga behave chestappudu… capture cheyyadam thrill untundi.” She listened with real interest. Slowly, oka comfort develop aindi. Arun garu busy trips valla, Meera aunty committee activities, neighbours help tho busy untundi. Still evenings lo balcony nunchi she waved or sometimes cheppindi, “Varun, photos edit chesava? Share cheyyava?” Oka Sunday afternoon, she called, “Varun, if free unte vachi choodu, laptop lo photos transfer cheyyali, Arun cheyyaledu.” Nenu vellanu. Her flat lo neat arrangement, but slightly old-world touch wooden swing, brass lamps, indoor plants. She gave cold coffee, “Ni work stress ekkuva kada? Chill avvu.” Then she sat beside while I copied pics. Accident ga na folder open ayyi, street photography shots display ayyi. Rickshaw wallah, rain lo wet kids, Charminar night lights, old woman selling flowers raw emotions. She watched keenly and whispered, “Varun… idhi professional level. Nee eye different. Nu follow cheyyali.” Nenu laugh chesa, “Passion undi, kani practical ga tough aunty. Job, family expectations.” She sighed, “Dreams andariki untayi… kani mostly box lo lock chestaru. Society oka frame lo press chestundi. Adhi break cheyyadam courage kavali.” That line naku strong ga hit aindi. Oka day aunty request chesindi, “Varun, manaki upcoming Bathukamma celebration untundi. Nenu ladies team lead chesthunnanu. Nee photography coverage chala useful ga untundi.” Event day colourful ga unde. Women flowers arrange chesaru, songs, dancing. Aunty center lo, graceful ga flowers arrange chesthundi. I captured her candid smile, kids surrounding her. Later photos edit chesi group lo share chesa. Comments flood “Super pics!” “Wow memories preserved.” But Meera aunty private ga text chesi, “One photo lo nenu laugh chesthunnanu… adhi years taruvata naku reminder avuthundi. Thanks Varun.” Slowly, our bond matured. Photography tho start aindi, kani conversations deeper ayyayi. One evening, terrace lo sunset capture chesthunte, she came. “Varun, nenu painting chusedi once… kani now busy life lo forget ayya. Art ni manam lose chesthe… manam mana part lose chesam ani anipistundi.” Nenu instantly said, “Aunty, start cheyyandi. Painting ki age limit ledu.” She looked thoughtful. Taruvata few days lo, nenu surprise ga observe chesa her balcony lo canvas board, brushes. Oka Sunday nannu invite chesi cheppindi, “See Varun, inspired nenu start chesa. Thanks for push.” I felt proud. Mana conversations slowly oka rhythm laaga art, life, regrets, small joys. Arun garu konni sarlu sarcasm tho, “Meera, committee activities, photos, paintings… waste of time kada?” ani cheptadu. She smiled silent ga, ignore chesthundi. But nenu pain recognize chesa. Oka rainy evening, manam random ga basement lo stuck ayyamu, power cut. I clicked photo raindrops light reflect chesthunna. She saw and softly said, “Varun, ni photos lo silence kuda oka story laaga untundi.” That appreciation naku strong connection laaga feel aindi. Ugadi time, nenu DSLR lo full coverage chesanu pachadi mixing, kids songs, elders blessings. Aunty green saree lo beautiful ga, mehendi hands. While clicking, accidental ga eyes meet ayyi, few seconds freeze ayyam. Arun garu beside lo unna, but moment naku intense ga feel aindi. Taruvata guilt flash kuda ayindi. Kani naaku clear nenu wrong direction lo think cheyyakudadhu. Mana bond different art, companionship, mutual support. Oka week later, she said, “Varun, manam apartment art exhibition arrange cheddam. Kids drawings, photos, paintings. Community ki motivation avuthundi.” Idea super anipinchindi. Manam committee convince chesi event plan chesam. Weeks efforts, posters, collecting artworks. Event day hall lights, decorations. My photos wall lo display ayyi, her paintings side by side. Kids excited ga parents ni drag chesthunnaru, elders appreciate chesthunaru. Arun garu busy phone calls tho aloof ga unnadani notice chesanu. Exhibition successful ayindi. Chief guest even said, “Artists inspire community spirit. Especially Varun and Meera garu efforts appreciable.” Applause lo she looked at me and whispered, “We did it.” Aa moment lo naku clarity vacchindi sometimes destiny manaki oka bond create chestundi, romantic ga kakapoyina, but soul deep. After event, life back to routine. Still, balcony waving, corridor smiles, occasional long talks continued. One night, terrace lo both of us alone. She looked at stars and said, “Varun, future lo neeku big platform dorakali. Nuvu life ni capture chesthunnav. Naaku kuda one day painting exhibition arrange cheyyali ani dream.” Nenu cheppanu, “Aunty, manam chesam kada first step. Dreams start small.” She smiled gently. Silence lo oka breeze flow ayindi. Oka unspoken promise laaga feel aindi. Days years lo dissolve ayyayi. Nenu finally courage gather chesi city-wide photo contest lo participate chesa. Result day… na photo “Rain in Old City” first prize win chesindi. Evening lo flat ki vacchi, aunty ki cheppanu. She clapped like child, eyes moist, “Varun, proud of you.” Arun garu absent. We sat in balcony, night breeze, city lights. She softly said, “Sometimes, encouragement life direction marchestundi. Naaku paintings tho regain chesina identity… adi neeku thanks. Nuvu nannu gurthu chesukuntav kada, years later?” Nenu smile chesi reply icha, “Aunty, gurthu cheyyadam question kadu. Meera aunty ante inspiration. Na life story lo permanent ink.” She looked away, but I saw tears glisten. That night, naaku clarity vacchindi some bonds are beyond definitions. Not love, not friendship alone, but life-changing connections. Meera aunty taught me courage to pursue art. Years later kuda, when I stand with camera, or gallery lo exhibition open chesthunte, I remember her words: “Dreams ni box lo lock cheyyakudadhu.” Hyderabad skies lo rain drops glisten chesthunte, balcony lo jasmine fragrance gurthu chesthunte, nenu reflect chesthanu na art journey ki real beginning adhe.
idhi na fantasy story.ekkuva sex ledhu ani disappoint avvakandi..mundhu strong foundation build avvali kada characyers madhya so ila raasina.koncham emaina mistakes unte kshaminchandi next part kosam aina message cheyyandi..naku baga sex pichhi undhi..full ga dengali ani undhi ..Hyderabad lo ekkada unna ammailu or aunties evaraina parledhu naku message cheyyandi.full ga denginchukundham..na mail id story starting lo mention chesa..a mail ki message cheyyandi..