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

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CHAPTER 6


"Main, meri maa aur papa bazaar mein hain, jahan har taraf badtameez log bhare hue hain."





Woh muskuraayi, khul ke stretch karte hue. “Tum is breakfast ke liye excited ho, na? Theek hai, jaldi karte hain.”
Main unke kamre se baithak mein gaya, jahan Papa sofa pe so rahe the, unka haath chehre pe daala hua, dheeme se kharrate le rahe the. Woh yahan kyun? Mujhe laga woh raat bhar jaagte rahe, shayad Mummy se baat karte ya trip plan karte, aur unhe jagaye bina yahan so gaye. Sofa unka jaaygaaz tha jab unhe jaldi neend chahiye bina kisi ko disturb kiye.


Maine unke kandhe ko hilaya. “Papa, utho. Hume shopping jana hai.”
Woh aah bhare, aankhen ragadte hue. “Jai? Itni jaldi? Paanch minute aur sone do.”
“Koi chance nahi, Papa. Mummy taiyaar ho rahi hain. Chalo.”



Woh baithe, hanste hue. “Theek hai, bossy. Tumhari mummy kahan hai?”
“Taiyaar ho rahi hain. Chalo.”


Hum baithak mein jama hue, nikalne ko taiyaar. Mummy ne maroon dress badal li thi floral pattern wali, kapda lehrata lekin itna tight ke unke ghumav dikhte. Unke lambe baal khule the, chamakdar leheron mein peeth pe beh rahe, roshni pakadte hue jaise nadi.


Woh sexy lag rahi thi, dress kamar ko gale lagaati aur hips pe phailti, unki badi gaand hamesha ki tarah numaya, har kadam ke saath lehrati. Main gusse mein tha, unpe nahi—unke sundarta pe, khaas kar gaand pe, jo hamesha dikhayi deti, jahan bhi jaaye nazrein kheenchti.


Yeh unki galti nahi thi, lekin mujhe gussa aata—mard ghoorenge, dheeme baatein karenge, mere Papa ki biwi ke baare mein galat sochenge. Unki gaand ek ishaara thi, bold aur bhari, nazar andaaz karna namumkin, aur mujhe pata tha bazaar phir se ghoorne aur dheemi baaton ki ladai hogi.


“Theek hai,” Papa ne kaha, chaabi uthate hue. “Kahan shopping? Verma’s?”

Mummy ne sar hilaya, jhumke thik karte hue. “Haan, paas hai, aur achhe kapde hain. Jai, tumhe kurta chahiye. Kishore, nayi shirt.”
Maine aah bhari. “Jaldi kar sakte hain? Mujhe bazaar ki bheed se phir nahi deal karna.”



Papa hansa, mere kandhe pe thapad maara. “Jai, relax. Yeh achhe kaam ke liye hai. Tum Davendra ke saamne sharp lago.”
Mummy muskuraayi, baal bandhte hue. “Aur woh aam bhi lenge, Jai. Deal?”

“Theek hai,” maine dheeme se kaha, lekin andar se ghoorne ka dar tha.


Nikalte waqt, Mummy ruk gayi, haath darwaze pe. “Oh, ruko! Kuch bhool gayi.”
Papa ne aah bhari, lekin aankhen mazaak se chamki. “Prisha, chalo na. Tumne kuch nahi bhoola. Bas lipstick dobara check karna chahti ho, ya jhumke, na?”








Woh hansi, unka haath thapthapaya. “Chup, Kishore. Main jaldi.” Woh jhuki, Papa ke honton pe naram chuma diya, phir mere gaal pe. “Main abhi aati hoon, beta. Bina mere mat nikalna.”


Woh palti aur ghar mein wapas chali, maroon dress kadam ke saath lehrati, unki badi gaand saaf hilti, floral kapda uske ghumav se chipka, apna hi taal mein uchalti.


Har gaal alag hili, bhari aur gol, dress thoda stretch hui motion ko sambhalne ke liye, nazar ko chumbak ki tarah kheenchti. Yeh bold thi, atmvishwas bhari, unki sundarta ka natural hissa, lekin mera pet ghum gaya—jaanta tha har mard jo guzrega notice karega, jaise kal.


Hum darwaze pe intezaar kiye, Papa dheeme hanste. “Tumhari mummy,” unhone kaha, sar hilate.
“Hamesha perfect banne ki fikar.”


Maine sar hilaya, zabardasti muskura ke, lekin dimag bazaar pe, ghoorne pe, aur Mr. Davendra ke saath aane wale din pe. Hamara parivaar is naye adventure ke liye taiyaar tha, lekin main dekhunga, hamesha Mummy ko duniya ki bhookhi nazron se bachayunga.


Hum Papa ke boss ke saath bade dinner ke liye kapde kharidne bazaar pahunche. Dhoop garam thi, sadak logon se bhari. Mummy aage chal rahi thi, unki maroon floral dress jism ko gale lagi hui.


Unke lambe baal peeth pe beh rahe the jaise siyah nadi. Unki badi gaand har kadam ke saath lehrati, dress uske aaspaas tight, usse bhara aur gol dikhati. Papa paas chal rahe the, shirts ke baare mein baat karte. Main peeche kareeb, bheed ko dekhta.







Main itna gusse mein tha. Har taraf mard Mummy ko ghoor rahe the. Unki nazrein unke ghumav pe, stan pe, gaand pe chipki. Ek fruit stall wala paan chabna band kar diya, muh khula. Doosra bike pe jhuka, dost se dheeme bola. Yeh mujhe gussa deta, seene mein aag jaisi.


Har nazar unpe galat lagi, jaise bina ijazat chhu rahe hon. Woh Papa ki biwi thi, meri mummy, unke liye aise dekhne ke liye nahi. Papa ko pata nahi tha. Woh sochte the mard andhe hain ya kuch. Woh muskura ke dukaanon ki taraf ishara karte, “Dekho, Prisha, woh kurtas ke liye achhi hai.” Woh kabhi nazrein notice nahi karte. Unke liye yeh normal chal thi.


Bazaar ki sadak khatam hui, aur paas mall ki sadak thi. Woh bhookhe mardon se bhari—khareeddaar, ghumakkad, deewar ke paas cigarette peete. Woh aankhon se khaane ko taiyaar dikhte. Maine unhe pehle hi dekha, bhediyon ki tarah intezaar karte.


“Mummy,” maine unka haath halke se kheenchte hue kaha. “Us taraf mat jao. Bahut bheed hai. Verma's ke liye doosri raah le lete hain.”
Woh palti, muskura ke. “Jai, kya? Yeh sabse chhoti raah hai. Chinta mat kar, beta.”


Papa ne suna aur sar hilaya. “Haan, Jai, mall street theek hai. Wahan bhi dukaanein hain. Behtar deal mil sakti hai.”


“Lekin Papa, yeh... ganda hai. Aur garam. Ise avoid karte hain,” maine kaha, sach chhupate hue. Sach yeh tha ke main nahi chahta tha ke mard meri mummy ko dekhein. Main nahi keh sakta tha, “Mard Mummy ki gaand ghoorenge.”


Mummy ne mere gaal pe thapthapaya. “Jai, chinta chhodo. Bas ek sadak hai. Hum saath hain. Kuch bura nahi hoga.”
Papa ne faisla kiya. “Chalo, wahan se guzarte hain. Jaldi ho jayega.”


Mujhe Papa pe thoda gussa aaya. Unhe pata nahi tha main unki biwi ko un mardon se bacha raha tha. Unhone unhe us bheed mein jaane diya, soch ke kuch nahi hai. Meri mutthi bandh gayi, lekin main peeche chala.


Hum mall street se guzre. Shor bhara tha—horn bajte, dukaandaar chillaate “Taaze shirts! Best daam!” Phone shops se music goonjta. Kapde har taraf latke, chamakdar rang hawa mein lehrate. Mard groups mein khade, cigarette peete, baatein karte.


Jab Mummy chali, woh aankh maare. Ek joota stall wala aankh maar ke bola, “Sundar memsaab, mere heels try karo!” Doosre watch shop wale ne chumma udaya. Auratein bhi hairaan, dheeme bolti, “Dekho uski dress. Kitni sundar!”


Mummy ko gussa aaya. Gaal gulabi. Unhone ignore kiya, seedha dekhte hue, Papa ka haath zor se pakda. Lekin nazrein nahi ruki.
Maine mardon ki gandi baatein suni. Woh sochte the koi nahi sun raha, lekin maine suni.


Person 1, patla t-shirt wala: “Yaar, dekho woh gaand. Itni badi aur juicy.”

Person 2, uska mota dost: “Bhai, abhi pakad loon. Bas haathon mein mehsoos karna hai us gaand ko.”

Person 3, daadi wala dukaandaar: “Uski boobs aise uchal rahi hain. Perfect.”

Person 4, bike wala jawaan: “Shaayad yeh meri girlfriend se behtar ride karti. Main girlfriend se dhokha doonga is badi gaand wali aurat se sone ke liye.”

Person 5, mooch wala budha: “Woh dress kuch chhupati nahi. Panties? Ha! Usne panties nahi pehni, mujhe pata chal gaya.”

Person 6, sunglasses wala: “Pati lucky hai. Ya unlucky?”

Person 7, peti uthane wala mazdoor: “Main uski tits us gali mein dabaoonga.”

Phir, ek ne Papa ko bura bola. “Dekho uska pati. Patla dock worker. Woh uske layak nahi. Us jism ki barbaadi.”


Papa aur Mummy ko nahi suna. Sadak zyada shor wali—horn, chillahat, music. Woh shirt ke rangon ki baat kar rahe the.
Lekin maine ek mard ko Mummy ke baare mein sexual baat karte suna. Woh do doston ke saath, deewar pe jhuka. “Main usse jhuka doonga, dress upar karoonga, aur uski brown dress neeli ho jaye tab tak chodunga.”


Mera khoon khaul gaya. Kadam kadam plan banaya. Pehle, chalna dheema kiya. Mummy Papa 10 kadam aage. Main jaldi peeche palta, do logon ko dhakka deke pahuncha uske paas, collar pakda. “Woh jo bola, repeat karo. Meri mummy ke baare mein.”


Woh muskuraaya, dar nahi. Lamba, mazboot, paseene ki boo. “Kya? Ke main teri mummy ko itna zor se aur kaccha chodunga? Use aur maangne pe majboor kar doonga?”


Bas ho gaya. Maine zor se muh mein mukka maara.
Meri mutthi uski naak pe crack ke saath lagi. Woh peeche gira, doston se takraaya, petiyon ka dher gir gaya. Hungama mach gaya. Log chillaaye, “Ladai! Ladai!” Uske dost chillaye, “Harami!” Ek ne mukka maara, lekin main bacha. Woh utha, chillata, wild mukke maarta.


Maine phir mukka maara, is baar pet pe. Woh jhuk gaya. Bheed jama—20 log ghere mein, phone nikaal ke shoot karte. Dukaandaar chillaye, “Ruko! security officer aa rahi!”


Mummy ko shor suna. Woh daud ke aayi, bheed cheerte. “Jai! Ruko!” Unhone peeche se meri baahen pakdi, zor se. Unka naram jism mujhse laga, awaaz kaanpti. “Beta, kya kar rahe ho?”


Papa daud ke aaye, mazboot baahen mujhe lapeti. “Jai, bas! Chalo! Yeh kya ho raha hai?”

Woh zameen pe pada, naak se khoon, lekin mujhe upar se muskura raha. Buri muskurahat, daant laal. “Teri mummy iske layak hai, bacche.”
Mera gussa jwala. Main laat maarna chahta tha. Kaise muskura raha hai? Uske baare mein aisa bolne ke baad?


Mummy ne daanta, aankhen badi. Unhone mujhe kabhi ladte nahi dekha. “Jai! Tum ladai kaise? Tum kabhi aisa nahi karte! Tumhe kya ho gaya?”
“Mummy, usne... gandi baatein boli,” maine dheeme kaha.


“Gandi baatein? Kis baare mein? Jai, batao!”
“Nahi bata sakta. Bas... chhodo.”


Unhone sar hilaya. “Nahi, beta. Yeh tum nahi ho.”
Mummy uske paas gayi, jhuk gayi. “Sir, bahut sorry. Mera beta... jawaan hai.” Jab woh jhuki, unki badi gaand bahar nikli.





Dress tight ho gayi, har ghumav dikhaya. Bheed mein mard zor se ghoore—muh khule, aankhen bhookhi. Ek ne dheeme bola, “Dekho ab woh gaand. Jhuk rahi hai bina jaane ke uski gaand hume kaisa mehsoos kara rahi.”


Woh gira hua aadmi fayda uthaya. Usne Mummy ke naram haath ko pakda jab woh uthane mein madad kar rahi thi, ungliyan zyada der dabayi, zarurat se zyada kareeb kheencha. “Koi problem nahi, aunty. Tera ladka garam khoon wala hai. Lekin tum meethi ho.”


Mummy ko mehsoos hua. Unhone jaldi haath chhuda liya, seedhi khadi hui. “Please, sir. Phir sorry.”
Papa ne bhi baat ki. “Mera beta ka iraada nahi tha. Hum chalte hain.”


Woh khoon pochha, abhi muskuraata. “Apni biwi ko batao uski chal pe dhyaan de.”
Papa ne bhaun sikudi lekin mujhe kheencha.


Hum chalte rahe. Mummy ne mera haath zor se pakda. “Jai, hamesha achhe raho. Ladai kyun ki? Batao.”
Main almost bolne wala tha, “Usne teri gaand ke baare mein gandi baat ki.” Lekin ruka. “Kuch nahi, Mummy. Sorry.”
Papa ne kandha dabaya. “Jai, ladai kyun? Mujhse bolo.”


Maine jawab nahi diya. Bas neeche dekha, andar gusse mein.
Mummy bar-bar boli, “Achhe raho, beta. Hum achha parivaar hain.” Phir poocha, “Sach mein, kyun? Us aadmi ne hume nuksaan nahi pahunchaya.”
“Pata hai. Bhool jao.”


Ek ghante baad, main aur Mummy Verma’s ke paas cafe mein gaye. Andar thanda, pankhe ghumte, coffee aur samosa ki boo. Mujhe araam mehsoos hua, ladai bhool gayi. Papa trip ke liye kitaabein kharidne gaye—plane pe padhne ke liye novels.


Jab Mummy cafe mein aayi, sab mard ek saath palte. Jaise mehsoos kar liya ho. Das aadmi—akhabar padhte, chai peete—ghoorne lage. Aankhen badi, chamach ruk gaye. Ek ne chamach gira di. Mujhe shock. Jaise jaanwar gosht ki boo sunte. Unki dress, chal, gaand—nazar nahi hati.











Mummy baith gayi, ignore karti. “Jai, chai?”

Maine sar hilaya, dil bhari.
Humne order diya. Papa kitaabon ke saath wapas, muskuraate. “Le aaya! Shopping ke liye taiyaar?”
Mummy hansi. “Haan, Kishore. Jai, ladai bhool jao. Maze karo.”


Lekin main mardon ko dekhta raha. Hamesha bachata.
Cafe dheeme shor se bhara. Mummy chai peeti, dinner ki baat karti. “Agar Mr. Davendra ko teekha pasand aaye? Pooch loongi.”
Papa ne sar hilaya. “Achha idea.”


Main muskuraaya, lekin nazrein ghoorne pe. Unki sundarta chumbak thi. Mard ab dheeme bol rahe, “Phir woh gaand.”
Maine table ke neeche mutthi bandh li. Unhe jeetne nahi doonga.


Shopping ka time aaya. Verma’s chamakta, racks bhare. Papa ne shirts try kiye. Mummy madad ki, dress lehrati. “Yeh neela, Kishore. Tumhari aankhon se match karega.”


Maine kurta chuna, darwaza dekhta. Aaj aur ladai nahi.
Papa ne paise diye, khush. “Perfect. Ab ghar, kal ke liye aaram.”


Bahar nikalte, Mummy ne baahen jodi. “Shandaar din, parivaar.”
Maine sar hilaya. Lekin andar, aur taiyaar.

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