Adultery Mere papa ke boss ko meri mummy ki badi gaand pasand hai.

[Deepak_bull]

CHAPTER 1

Mera naam hai Jai, aur main ek garma-garam, dhoop se bhara ghar mein rehta hoon, jo ek shanti bhari mohalle mein bassa hai, jahan subah chidiyon ki chahchahat aur zindagi ke dheeme se jagne ki awaaz se swagat hota hai. Mere maa-baap, Prisha aur Kishore, hamare ghar ke rooh hain, har ek apna alag pyaar aur takat humari rozmarra ki zindagi mein jodta hai.

Meri Papa

Mere papa, Kishore, ek chup-chaap irade wale aadmi hain, unki maujoodgi utni hi sthir hai jitni samundar ki lehre, jo unhone apne kaam se Coastal Horizon Logistics mein achhi tarah jani hain, ek chahalpahal bhari shipping company. Mere papa cargo transport ke logistics sambhalte hain, yeh dekhte hue ke har crate ka hisaab ho, har schedule poora ho. Unka office ek chhota sa, bheed-bhara space hai jo docks ke upar hai, jahan deewaron pe naksha laga hai, desk kagazon ke neeche dabi hai, aur khuli khidki se samundar ki namkeen khushboo aati hai.

Unke saathi unki nishpakshata aur samudri logistics ke gehre gyaan ke liye unka sammaan karte hain. Woh dockworkers ki pareshaniyon ko sunte hain, jab kaam karna ho toh apni shirt ke baahen chadha lete hain, aur zimmedari ka bojh aasani se uthate hain. Unke kathor haathon mein ek samarpan ki kahani hai—na sirf apne kaam ke liye, balki humare, unke parivaar ke liye bhi. Lambi ghanton ke bawajood, Papa ek parivaar wale aadmi hain dil se. Har shaam jab woh darwaze se andar aate hain, unka chehra chamak uthta hai, din ki thakan meri aur Mummy ke dekhne se pighal jati hai.

Meri Mummy

Mummy, Prisha, hamare ghar ki rooh hain, ek aisi aurat jiski imaandari har shabd mein chamakti hai. Unki satyanishtha narmi bhari lekin adamya hai—chahe woh bazaar mein mool-bhaav kar rahi hon ya padosi ko salah de rahi hon, log unpe bharosa karte hain kyunki woh sach ko pyaar se lapet kar bolti hain. Unka charitra unki sundarta se milta hai, ek chamak jo andar se niklti hai. Unke lambe baal unka taaj hain, ek jhilmil siyah nadi ki tarah lehrate hain jo dhoop ko pakad leti hai, har baal apni ek zindagi ke saath chamakta hai. Unki aankhen gehri bhoori hain, garma-garam aur bhaavuk, ek chhupi hui buddhi ke saath jo aapko sach mein dekha hua mehsoos karati hai. Unke hont naram aur natural gulabi hain, ek muskurahat ke saath jo kisi bhi kamre ko roshan kar sakti hai. Unke stan bhare hue hain, jab main chhota tha tab doodh se bhare the, ek sakshi unke samarpit maa ke roop ka. Unki kamar patli hai, unke jism ke naram ghumav ko aur numayan karti hai, jo mere papa ke mazakiya taur par unki sabse dilkash cheez kehte hain—unki badi gaand.

Meri mummy ki gaand ek adbhut cheez hai, ek aisa namoona jo apni bold, ghumavdar shakal se dhyaan kheenchta hai. Yeh poori aur gol hai, jaise ek perfect chand ka tukda, har kadam ke saath ek taal mein naachti hui. Iska aakar takat aur narmi ka ek sundar mel hai, ek ghumav jo kisi kalakaar ke haath se bana lagta hai, bold phir bhi shalint.
Yeh sirf iska aakar nahi, balki iski maujoodgi hai—atmvishwas bhari, ek natural shaan jo jahan bhi woh jati hain, mardon ke sar ghoomati hai. Papa aksar mazak karte hain ke unki gaand, woh dilkash lehrahat, pehli baar bazaar mein unki nazar mein aayi thi jahan unhone mulakat ki thi. Woh kehte hain ke yeh pehli nazar ka pyaar tha, lekin unki badi gaand ne deal pakki ki, ek mazakiya chingaari unke prem kahani mein jo ek gehre pyaar se bhari shadi tak le gayi. Unki gaand ek cheez se zyada hai; yeh unki sundarta ka prateek hai, unka atmvishwas, jis tarah woh apne aap ko shaan se uthati hain.

Yeh parivaar ke halke-phulke kisson ka vishay hai, jaise jab Papa mazak karte hain ke unhe shadi karni padi taaki woh unke kadam ke saath chal sakein, ya kaise woh hamesha ek kadam peeche rehte hain, bas unki taarif karne ke liye. Unki gaand ek jaadu hai jo unki prem kahani mein buna hua hai, ek mazakiya sur jo unke rishte ko zinda aur chamkila rakhta hai

[Asli lund]

Mummy ki thuaki mast karwanq

[Praveen84]

Good start.... continue