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

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Us shaam, ghar mein excitement jaise beehive ki tarah buzz kar raha tha bade event se pehle. Main aur Mom taiyaar ho rahe the Dad ke boss, Mr. Davendra se milne ke bade trip ke liye. Mera right hand abhi bhi dard kar raha tha us idiot aadmi ko market mein punch karne se kuch ghante pehle.
Main super eager tha Davendra ko dekhne ke liye. Dad hamesha unke baare mein baat karte the jaise woh docks pe koi hero hon—tough lekin fair, woh aadmi jo cheezein karwata hai. Ab promotion ke saath, fancy dinner, aur private jet bhi, main wait nahi kar sakta tha iss boss se milne ka jisne humari zindagi itni badal di.
Mera mind questions se bhara tha: Woh dikhte kaise honge? Kya woh utne strong honge jitna unka voice sunai deta hai? Kya woh mera haath shake karenge jaise Dad kehte hain good workers ke saath?
Dad living room mein pacing kar rahe the, har kuch seconds mein watch check karte hue, unka naya blue shirt already neatly tucked pants mein. "Prisha! Jai! Come on, thoda jaldi karo! Flight humare bina nahi jaayega agar hum abhi nahi nikle. Davendra airport pe wait kar rahe hain, aur tum jaante ho yeh sab family ke liye kitna important hai!"
Mom ki voice bedroom se aayi, thodi muffled closed door se lekin usual cheer se bhari. "Kishore, ek second relax karo! Main bas do minute mein aa rahi hoon, promise! Mujhe apne gold bangles dhundne hain—woh saree ke saath perfectly match karte hain, aur main tere boss ke saamne incomplete nahi dikhna chahti!"
Dad ne dramatically eyes roll kiye, mujhe funny annoyed face banate hue, eyebrows high jaise bada secret batane wale hon. "Jai, yeh carefully suno. Women! Woh kehti hain ‘do minute,’ lekin hamesha twenty, thirty, kabhi kabhi ek ghanta bhi! Teri mom ek king ko bhi wait kara sakti hain."
Main zor se hans pada, ice pack almost drop karte hue, haath sudden movement se thoda sting kiya. "Haan Dad, tum bilkul right ho! Yaad hai last Diwali jab hum temple ke liye early jaane wale the? Mom ne kaha ‘do minute,’ aur hum first aarti aur half fireworks miss kar diye kyunki woh mirror ke saamne khadi thi do lipsticks ke beech decide karte hue—ek ‘too red’ thi aur doosri ‘not red enough’!"
Dad zor se chuckle kiye, head shake karte hue aur pretend hair pull out in frustration. "Exactly, beta! Aur mat shuru karo teri aunt ki wedding last year ke baare mein. Hum noon tak pahunchne wale the, lekin full ek ghanta late ho gaye kyunki Prisha ne apna dupatta teen baar change kiya."
Bedroom se Mom chillayi, "Maine har shabd sun liya, Kishore! Aur Jai, mere against Dad ke saath mat team up aise! Main almost ready hoon—bas yeh pallu right place pe pin karna hai taaki flight mein na slip ho. Tum chahte ho main tere boss ke liye good dikhoon, na? First impressions matter!"
Dad wide grin kiye, door ki taraf shout kiye taaki woh clearly sun le. "Prisha, even if tum ek bhi makeup na lagao aur aise hi bahar aa jao, tum abhi bhi whole wide world ki most beautiful woman ho!"
Mom warmly hans padi, sound light aur teasing, poora room happier feel karwa diya. "Oh, ab tum mujhe sweet-talk kar rahe ho, Kishore? Kuch charm dinner ke liye bacha lo! Lekin wait karo jab tak mujhe iss saree mein dekho—tum wait bhool jaoge aur mujhe time lene ke liye thank karoge!"
Main phir hans pada, unke tease karne ko love karte hue jaise old friends. "Mom, Dad bas jealous hain kyunki woh five minutes mein ready ho jaate hain, shirt daal lo aur har din same dikhte hain—chahe wedding ho ya market jaana!"
Dad pretend deeply hurt hue, chest clutch kiye jaise stab kiya gaya ho. "Ouch, Jai! Apne hi ghar mein apne bete se betrayal. Yeh cold hai. Fine, main yahan baithta hoon good husband ki tarah. Lekin seriously, Prisha, agar tere bangles ki wajah se hum private jet miss kar lein, Davendra mujhe wapas papers push karne pe demote kar denge all night!"






Mom ki voice phir aayi, ab closer, jaise door pe. "Aaj koi demotion nahi, promise! Bas ek minute aur—saree properly pin kar rahi hoon taaki poore trip perfect rahe!"
Dad sighed lekin couch pe mere bagal mein baith gaye, abhi bhi wide smile karte hue.
"Dekha kya matlab hai, Jai? Yeh hi marriage hai. Tum wait karo, love karo, thoda complain karo, lekin end mein tum uske baare mein ek cheez bhi change nahi karna chahte. Teri mom har extra second, har late minute ke worth hai."
Main nod kiya, big grin karte hue. "Haan, woh really hai, Dad."
Main simple clothes pehna—clean white kurta blue embroidery collar aur sleeves pe, paired dark blue jeans se jo Mom ne fresh iron kiye the.
Dad sharp dikhe light blue shirt mein, sleeves rolled up strong forearms dikhane ke liye docks ke saalon work se, aur dark trousers jo just right fit the.
Phir, bedroom door slowly khula, aur Mom bahar nikli. Woh room ko light up kar di jaise Diwali night pe hazar diyas, sab kuch brighter aur special feel karwa diya.
Woh sleeveless rose-pink silk kurti pehni golden embroidery ke saath, matching leggings aur golden high heels ke saath. Uska look gold jewelry se complete tha, including earrings, bangles, aur delicate necklace, graceful aur festive appearance dete hue.
Uske long hair loose bun mein tied the, soft strands face ko gently frame karte hue, gold earrings dangling aur har turn pe light catch karte. Uske bangles softly jingle karte jaise music, aur woh jasmine perfume ki smell se bhari thi, sweet aur fresh, air mein fill karte hue.
Dad ka muh wide khula, eyes frozen uspe jaise pehli baar dekh rahe hon. Main bhi—main stare kiya, astonished, heart skip a beat at how perfect woh dikhi. Woh jaise goddess thi humare simple living room mein walk karte hue, ise palace bana diya.
"Mom... wow," main whisper kiya, ice pack table pe completely bhool gaya.
Dad slowly khade hue, jaise dream mein, uski taraf walk karte hue stars eyes mein. "Prisha... tum... breathtaking ho. Matlab, tum yeh kaise karti ho? Har baar, tum last time se zyada beautiful dikhti ho. Main zinda mein luckiest aadmi hoon."
Mom shyly smile ki, thoda twirl kiya taaki saree water ki tarah flow kare. "Toh, main kaisi lag rahi hoon, tum dono? Mr. Davendra ke fancy dinner aur private jet ke liye good enough? Ya main wapas jaake kuch aur change kar loon?"
Main fast head shake kiya, abhi bhi staring. "No way, Mom! Tum perfect ho. Jaise real movie star red carpet pe big award show mein walk kar rahi ho!"
Dad uske paas gaye, dono haath gently apne mein lete hue, voice soft aur love se bhari. "Jai bilkul right hai. Tum poora show steal kar logi, Prisha. Lekin honestly, tum har baar room mein aise enter karti ho toh mera heart stop ho jaata hai."
Mom deep red blush ki, free haath se playfully uska arm swat kiya. "Oh, ruk jao, dono! Mujhe dance karne do, kaisi lag rahi hoon?" Mom dance karne lagi. Apni hips Dad ke liye swing karte hue.





Woh kitchen ki taraf gayi, saree softly swish karte hue har step pe, heels floor pe click karte gentle rhythm ki tarah. Dad ka phone suddenly ring hua, pocket mein loud buzz jaise alarm.
Unhone hurry mein nikaala, aur chhota suitcase jo doosre haath mein tha slip ho gaya, floor pe big thud se gir gaya.
"Sir, hello! Haan, hum almost ready hain ghar se nikalne ko!"
Davendra ka deep, coarse voice speaker se boom hua, rough jaise gravel heavy boots ke neeche, strong enough poora room fill karne ko. "Kishore, tum on the way ho abhi tak? Jet fully fueled hai aur tarmac pe wait kar raha hai. Pilot ready hai jab tum ho."
"Haan sir! Hum last cheezein pack kar rahe hain abhi. Hum jaldi pahunch jaayenge, promise!"
Mom usi moment kitchen se wapas aayi, glass of water haath mein, slow aur graceful walk karte hue, jaane bina Dad Davendra se phone pe the. Woh mujhe smile ki, glass utha sip lene ko, bangles jingle karte.
Davendra continue kiya, voice calm aur commanding. "No need to rush, mere dost. Time lo aur comfortable aa jao. Mere paas private jet hai—woh humare liye wait karta hai, hum uske liye nahi. Family ko relaxed aur happy laao."
Jaise hi Mom ne woh voice suni—deep, powerful, jaise door se thunder slowly roll kar raha ho—woh hard shake hui. Poora body shiver kiya, shoulders tremble jaise sudden cold wind warm room mein blow hui ho.
Uske eyes wide surprise mein, lips slightly parted, cheeks soft pink flush. Glass fingers se slip ho gaya, floor pe loud sharp crash se shatter ho gaya. Water everywhere splash, glass pieces tiny stars ki tarah tiles pe scatter.
Silence room mein fill ho gaya, thick aur heavy, jaise sab breathing stop kar chuke hon.







Main aur Dad Mom ko shocked gaze kiye, muh wide open. Dad abhi bhi phone pakde frozen.
Davendra ne noise clearly sun liya. "Kishore? Woh kya sound tha? Sab okay hai wahan? Jaise kuch bada toota ho."
Dad thoda stammer kiya, bend down spilled suitcase items pick karne ko. "Uh, sir, haan, sab fine! Bas ek glass meri wife ne mistake se drop kar diya. Kuch serious nahi. Hum abhi clean kar rahe hain aur ek minute mein door se bahar."
"Alright, glass shards se careful raho. Fun start hone se pehle kisi ko hurt nahi chahiye. Airport pe milte hain—private gate east side pe. Safe travels, aur family ko bolo main un se milne excited hoon."
"Thank you itna, sir. Hum bilkul late nahi honge." Dad ne thoda aur small talk add kiya nice weather for flying ke baare mein aur jet mein shayad great snacks honge, phir call hang kiya.
Dad right away Mom ke paas rushed, worried, gentle arm shoulders pe daalte hue. "Prisha, tum okay ho? Abhi kya hua? Haath slip ho gaya ya kuch?"
Woh bend down glass pieces carefully pick karne lagi, voice thodi shaky lekin normal sound karne ki hard try. "Kuch worry mat karo, Kishore. Main perfectly fine hoon. Glass tap se wet tha, aur slip ho gaya. Main okay hoon, really."
"Tum sure? Tum suddenly thodi pale lag rahi ho. Ek second baitho, main clean kar leta hoon."
"No, no, main good hoon, promise. Bas trip ke liye excited aur thodi clumsy aaj." Woh weakly smile ki, lekin haath abhi bhi slightly tremble kar rahe the bigger pieces pick karte hue.
Main phir wonder kiya—Mom Davendra ki voice sunte hi kyun hamesha shiver karti thi? Pehle home pe speaker call mein, ab yeh, glass drop aur shaken look. Uski voice strong thi, haan, deep aur rough jaise ship horn fog cut kar raha ho, lekin uska reaction itna bada har baar.
Kya woh daraati thi usse? Nervous banati thi kisi reason se? Ya kuch aur, jaise unexpected spark jo control nahi kar paati? Mujhe exactly nahi pata. Lekin mujhe zyada bother nahi kiya. Woh abhi bhi Mom thi, Dad ke liye completely loyal, family adventure ke liye excited.
Shayad bas powerful commanding voice ka surprise catch off guard kar deta tha jab expect nahi karti. Main thought drop kar diya aur clean mein help kiya.
Humne mess quick clean kiya, glass carefully dustpan mein sweep kiya aur water cloth se wipe kiya. Mom mess dry hote hi phir trip ke liye excited ho gayi, happily chat karte hue last packing touches finish karte.
"Jai, imagine kar—private jet! Hum clouds mein kings aur queens ki tarah fly karenge! Fancy place pe dinner kaisa hoga socho? Kya caviar ya champagne hoga, ya kuch special dishes jo humne kabhi try nahi kiye?"
Main grin kiya, sore haath ice se better feel kar raha. "Shayad, Mom! Jab tak good biryani ya at least butter chicken ho, main happy rahunga."
Dad hans diye, final suitcase zip shut karte hue. "Private jet pe biryani nahi, beta, lekin sure kuch close hoga sabko smile karwane ko. Chalo jaao before kuch aur toote!"
Humne taxi airport ke liye call kiya. Jo cab aayi woh yellow aur thodi old thi, side pe scratches aur inside torn seat covers. Dad pehle driver ke paas gaye, thin aadmi thick mustache wala, faded shirt pehne, aur ride ke baare mein baat ki.






"Bhaiya, airport please—private gate east side pe. Teen logon ke liye kitna hoga?"
Driver chin scratch kiya, suitcases dekh kar. "Ek person ke liye usually 600 rupees iss time traffic mein."
Dad thoda head shake kiya, smile lekin firm. "Arre, yeh too high hai. Hum teen hain—main, meri wife, aur mera beta. Total 400 rupees bolo."
Driver window se thoda lean out kiya, house door mein peek karte hue jahan Mom purse le rahi thi. "Teen log? Luggage ke saath? Hmm, rush hour price—kam se kam 550 rupees."
Dad easy nahi maane. "550 abhi bhi steep hai. 450 kaise? Hum good customers hain, cash right away dete hain."
Driver ne Mom ko fully spot kiya jab woh bahar nikli, golden saree shining, aur uske eyes wide hue. "Okay, okay, 500 rupees. Lekin lady aur sab... luggage ke saath, heavy hai. Big load, jaante ho—back mein extra space chahiye."
Usne Mom ki badi gaand ka matlab tha, sexual way mein hint karte hue ki uske curves zyada room lenge, lekin sneaky without word. Dad ko hint bilkul nahi samjha, sirf bags ke baare mein socha.
Dad frown kiya, confused. "Luggage? Humare paas bas do suitcases aur ek small bag hai. Yeh heavy nahi. 450 final?"
Driver smile karta raha, eyes Mom pe. "Batao kya—480 rupees. Deal? Main bags load karne mein bhi help kar dunga."
Dad ek second socha. "470?"
Driver thoda hans pada. "Tum hard bargain karte ho! Fine, 475. Andar aao, ab chalte hain."
Dad nod kiya, happy. "Done. Thanks, bhaiya."

Mujhe dirty hint right away pata tha. Mom ko bhi samajh aaya—uske cheeks thode red hue, lekin usne aadmi ko completely ignore kiya, window se bahar dekh kar aur saree pallu adjust karte hue jaise kuch hua hi na ho. Driver poori ride rearview mirror mein Mom ko glance karta raha, eyes sneaky, har kuch minutes mein uski figure up down jaate hue.

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CHAPTER 8

"Meri maa aakhirkaar mere papa ke boss, Mr. Davendra se milti hai."

Hum airport pahunche lagbhag 45 minutes ke baad. Yeh huge aur super busy tha, jaise andar ek chhota city. Hazaaron log travel kar rahe the—badi families crying babies aur bags ke piles ke saath. 


Bade announcements har kuch minutes mein overhead boom kar rahe the: "Delhi jaane wali flight ab gate 12 pe boarding... Mumbai jaane walon ke liye last call..."


Dad ne door point kiya, crowded hall ke across. "Wahan dekho! Dekho us aadmi ko black suit mein? Woh private gate ke paas khada hai, bilkul un bade glass doors ke paas east side pe, main crowd se door."


Ek tall aadmi akela khada tha, suit sharp aur dark, haath peeche, sunglasses on even andar, important aur calm dikhta.
Main: "Wow, woh Davendra hai? Woh really tall aur serious lagta hai!"


Dad: "Haan beta, woh hi hai pakka. Chalo, uski taraf jaate hain before woh soche hum lost ho gaye."
Mom carefully dekhi, crowd ke through thoda squint karte hue. "Kishore, tum absolutely sure ho yeh Mr. Davendra hi hain? Sunglasses aur black tie wala?"


Dad: "Haan Prisha, hundred percent. Maine unhe office mein kaafi baar dekha hai. Lekin tum aise kyun pooch rahi ho? Kuch wrong hai kya?"


Mom: "Oh, bilkul nahi. Bas double-check kar rahi hoon taaki hum wrong person ke paas na chale jaayein. Aur batao, kya woh hamesha andar sunglasses pehnte hain? Kya woh person mein bahut strict hain? Unhe kis tarah ka khana pasand hai?"


Dad ne uski taraf dekha, wonder karte hue. "Prisha, questions slow karo! Haan, woh sunglasses zyadatar pehnte hain—kehte hain lights unki eyes bother karti hain. Woh work mein strict hain lekin fair, aur simple khana pasand, spicy ho toh behtar. Yeh sudden curiosity kyun?"


Mom quick smile ki. "Koi reason nahi, Kishore. Bas prepared rehna chahti hoon. Worry mat karo."
Dad: "Alright, agar tum kehti ho. Chalo un se milte hain."


Main: "Kya unhe hum pasand aayenge, Dad? Agar main kuch dumb bol doon toh?"
Dad: "Woh tumhe love karenge, Jai. Bas apne aap raho."


Hum uski taraf move karne lage, suitcases peeche roll karte hue, hearts fast beat karte thrill se jo aage aane wala tha.
Dad lead kiya, big smile karte hue jaise hum approach kiye. Unhone haath badhaya aur Mr. Davendra ki back lightly pat kiya, jaise old friends. "Sir! Hum pahunch gaye, bilkul time pe!"


Mr. Davendra turn kiya jaise hi unhone call finish kiya, phone pocket mein smooth motion se daalte hue. Unki eyes Dad ko dekh kar light up hui, aur woh warm grin mein break hue, straight white teeth dikhate. 


"Kishore! Finally, mera aadmi. Main sochne laga tha tum jet ko saari raat wait karwa doge." Woh hans diye, deep rumble jo open space mein thoda echo hua.


Dad chuckle kiye, firmly haath shake karte. "No way, sir. Hum yeh world ke liye miss nahi karte. Aur dekho, yeh family hai—mera beta Jai, aur meri beautiful wife Prisha."


Main aage badha, nerves aur awe ka mix feel karte. Mr. Davendra ka presence commanding tha, jaise woh poora airport own karte hon. Unhone apna bada haath pehle mujhe extend kiya.


"Jai, right? Tera dad tere baare mein hamesha baat karta hai. Milkar achha laga, young man." Unka grip strong tha lekin crush nahi karne wala, aur eyes mere pe lock, important feel karwaya.


"Nice to meet you too, sir," main bola, apne sore haath se best shake karte. "Thanks for all this—promotion, trip. Yeh amazing hai."
Woh nod kiya, abhi bhi smile karte. 


"Tere dad ne earn kiya hai. Hard worker woh. Ab chalo, tum sab ko board karwate hain before dark ho jaaye."


Phir Dad turn kiye Mom ko properly introduce karne. Woh thodi peeche khadi thi, golden jewelry lights catch kar rahi, stunning lekin thodi quiet. "Aur sir, yeh Prisha hai, mera better half. Woh hi ghar mein sab run karti hai."


Mom aage badhi, lekin main notice kiya woh unke face directly dekhne mein struggle kar rahi thi. Uski eyes ground pe dart, phir chest pe, gaze avoid karte. Mujhe hit hua—woh us aadmi ke bilkul bagal mein khadi thi jiski voice ne usse pehle tremble karwaya tha, ab do baar.


Woh deep powerful voice jo thunder ki tarah boom karti. Shayad person mein overwhelming thi, usse small ya nervous feel karwa rahi. Mujhe yaad aaya kaise usne ghar pe glass drop kiya, body shake sirf phone pe sun kar.


Ab face to face, shayad aur zyada strong.
Mr. Davendra uski taraf turn kiye, expression thoda soft. "Prisha, pleasure hai. Kishore ne tumhare baare mein bahut bataya hai." Unhone haath shake ke liye extend kiya.


Mom ek second hesitate ki, haath thoda tremble karte hue reach out. Unki fingers touch hui, aur maine dekha uske cheeks pink flush. Usne lightly grip kiya, lekin voice steady aayi.



"Nice to meet you, Mr. Davendra. Kishore hamesha batate hain aap team pe kitne tough hain."








Woh phir hans diye, uska haath usual se zyada der pakde before chhodne. "Mujhe Davendra bolo, please. Aur tough? Sirf jab zaroorat ho. Tera husband yahan best mein se ek hai—promotion deserve karta hai."


Mom weakly smile ki, haath wapas kheench kar jaise cold ho rub kiya.
Even Davendra impressed lag rahe the, eyes twinkle karte usse dekhte.


Usi time, Dad ka face change hua—unhone pockets frantically pat kiye. "Oh no! Lagta hai maine apna phone security checkpoint pe bhool aaya main terminal ke andar. Counter pe IDs check karte time chhod aaya hoga."


Davendra wave off kiya. "No problem. Jai, kyun na tu apne dad ke saath jaake le aaye? Prisha rush se thodi tired lag rahi—main usse apni car tak walk karwa dunga wahan. Hum tum dono ka wait kar lenge boarding se pehle."


Main nod kiya, quick confirm. "Okay sir. Hum fast honge."
Dad agree kiya. "Haan, zyada time nahi lagega. Thanks sir."


Sab move karne se pehle, Mom bend over hui high heels ke laces tie karne. Ek loose ho gaya tha walk se. Mujhe uska high heels pehnna zyada pasand nahi—woh uske usual style ke liye too modern lagte, jaise impress karne ki koshish.


Lekin woh insist ki outfit match karte. Usne thoda side turn kiya, waist se bend karke fix karne. Jaise hi kiya, uska rose-pink kurti thoda upar chadha, aur leggings ka silk material tight cling.


Saree-style dbang jo uspe tha uski gaand ke cheeks ke beech slip ho gaya, uski badi soft gaand clearly outline karte. Yeh round aur full thi, movements se thoda jiggle, golden embroidery light catch karte.


Davendra ki eyes uspe lock ho gayi, face shock dikhate—jaise believe nahi kar pa rahe kitni soft aur curvy lag rahi. Unka muh thoda khula, eyebrows raised.






Phir unhone throat clear kiya aur bola, "Woh heels tumpe great lag rahe hain, Prisha. Lekin aise bend karte careful—fun start se pehle ankle twist nahi karna chahte."


Mom quick straight hui, face uneasy, jaise uske saath akela rehna nahi chahti. Usne outfit smooth kiya, gaze phir avoid. "Thanks. Yeh new hain. Thode tricky."


Jaise hi woh uski black luxury car ki taraf walk karne lage, Davendra politely gesture kiya. "Tum pehle, Prisha."


Woh nod ki aur aage chali, heels click karte. Main wonder kiya kyun unhone aage walk karne bola—shayad gentleman? Lekin jaise Dad aur main terminal wapas jaane lage, maine shoulder pe glance kiya.


Davendra Mom ki badi gaand check out kar rahe the jaise woh chal rahi thi. Woh har step pe sway kar rahi thi, full aur round, silk material har curve hug karte. Uski gaand ke cheeks rhythmically move, left phir right, outline soft lekin firm years ke home workouts se ya jo bhi woh karti thi.


Pink saree tight stretch, sides pe dimples dikhate, aur bounce ka tarika notice karna hard nahi tha. Jaise do perfect globes, stares invite, bina uske meaning ke. Davendra ki eyes glued, Mom ki badi gaand ke shape trace karte, head thoda tilt jaise art appreciate kar rahe.








Humne Dad ka phone quick liya—woh wahi tha jahan chhoda—aur wapas rush kiye. 


Tab tak, Mom aur Davendra car ke paas the, lightly weather ke baare mein chat. Hum sab jaldi private jet board kiye. Andar luxurious—soft leather seats, mini bar, even TV. Flight smooth thi, aur hum us raat sea side fancy resort pe land kiye.


Resort beautiful tha, movie jaisa. Palm trees breeze mein sway, white sandy beaches stars ke neeche stretch, main building glass aur wood ka, soft golden lights se lit.


Private villas pools ke saath, spa, gourmet food serve karne wale restaurants. Davendra clearly rich—docks company mein shares, plus other businesses, no expense spared.


Hamara villa ocean views wala, king-sized beds, fresh flowers everywhere. Luxury scream kar raha tha.
8 pm pe, main apne room mein tha, unpack karte aur bed pe chill. Villa mein teen bedrooms, toh mera apna space. 



Maine phone nikaala aur ghar wali girl ko text kiya jise pasand karta tha—uska naam Riya. Hum weeks se chat kar rahe the, excited tha. "Hey, ab fancy resort pe. Wish tu yahan hoti," maine likha.


Usne fast reply: "Amazing lagta hai! Wapas aake sab batao. Aur woh kiss jo baat ki thi? Main in hoon jab tu ghar aaye. ?"
Mera heart skip—usne kiss agree kiya! Main grin kiya, flirty stuff text back, apne business mein.


Lekin phir, window se glance kiya aur dekha sirf Mom aur Davendra main lounge area ke wooden balcony pe khade. Yeh beach overlook karta, background mein waves softly crash.





Dad wahan nahi the; pata nahi Dad kahan the lekin resort pe nahi, iss time maine Mom aur Davendra ko baat karte dekha.
Main ek minute dekhta raha, curious. 


Davendra Mom mein interest dikhate, lean in karte speak. "Toh Prisha, Kishore kehta hai tumhe gardening love hai. Favorite flower kaunsa?"



Mom cool play ki, politely smile lekin distance keep. "Jasmine, actually. Yeh home ki yaad dilata hai. Tumhara kya, Davendra? Itne travel ke saath, hobbies ke liye time bhi milta hai?"


Woh chuckle kiye. "Touché. Mostly work, lekin good book by the sea enjoy karta hoon. Jaise yeh view—peaceful, hai na?"


Mujhe pata tha woh Mom ko outright seduce nahi kar rahe, lekin sure nahi. Unki eyes kabhi kabhi uspe zyada der linger. Phir Mom forest side ki taraf back turn ki, uski back mere taraf, elbow wooden balcony railing pe rest. 


Woh ocean face kar rahi, posture relaxed lekin elegant.
Uss position mein, uski badi gaand display pe thi, railing ke against thoda push out.





Rose-pink silk uske curves hug, full cheeks round aur prominent, jaise do soft pillows fabric ke neeche. Side se, natural sway dekh sakte, leggings perfectly fill, gentle crease jahan cheeks meet.


Dad ke boss intently uski badi gaand gaze kiye, eyes top se bottom shape trace.

Woh stare jaise har detail memorize, soft jiggle jaise weight shift, material flesh pe slightly dimple, roundness jo silhouette itni feminine banati. Unka gaze hungry, lips thoda parted, jaise plump aur inviting dekh kar look away nahi kar pa rahe lights ke neeche.



Mujhe andar anger bubble up hua—kaise dare kar rahe mere Mom ki badi gaand aise dekhne? Woh married thi, Dad ke liye loyal. Window se jahan khada tha, main even uski panty line faintly silk ke through dekh sakta tha, thin outline curve trace, sab real banate

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CHAPTER 9

"Meri maa aur Davendra ka pehla ghatna."

Us raat 10 pm pe, villa quiet bubble ki tarah feel kar raha tha warm ocean air mein float karte hue. Mere patio ke sliding doors wide open the, gentle breeze andar aa rahi thi faint salt aur jasmine ki scent leke resort gardens se.


Main bed pe stretched tha, pillows se propped up, phone screen room mein only light. Riya ne just voice note bheja—uski sleepy laugh, kehti hui, “Main imagine kar rahi hoon tujhe us fancy jet pe, little umbrellas wale juice sip karte.”


Main grin kiya aur record back, “No umbrellas, lekin clouds cotton candy jaise lag rahe the. Miss you.” Hum aise hi back forth karte rahe, little jokes aur plans trade karte ghar wapas aane ke liye. Har phone buzz se mera chest light feel karta.


Dad ridiculously early bed pe chale gaye the.
Yacht tour aur big seafood dinner ke baad, unhone sitting room mein sandals kick off kiye, couch pe stretched “just five minutes” ke liye, aur never move kiye.
9:15 tak woh apne bedroom mein the, old cotton pajamas mein change, snoring itni loudly ki wall ke through sunai de rahi thi distant motorboat ki tarah.


“All that sun ne mujhe wipe out kar diya,” unhone mumble kiya pillow mein face-plant se pehle. Mom ne unke forehead kiss kiya aur whisper, “Sleep tight, hero.”
Davendra abhi bhi sitting room mein awake the.


Unhone daytime shirt plain white vest se swap kiya jo unke thick chest pe cling tha aur collar pe dark hair curling dikhata.
Koi old action movie play ho rahi—explosions, screeching tires, hero one-liners shout kar raha. Davendra ki eyes screen pe kabhi kabhi flick, lekin mostly ahead stare, relaxed, jaise lion shade mein dozing.


Mom ne shower liya aur silver satin night-dress mein change kiya jo body pe poured jaise lag rahi thi. Straps thread jaise thin, neckline dip just enough soft curve dikhane breasts ke beech.


Fabric cool aur slippery thi, waist pe cling, phir wide hips pe flare before mid-thigh pe stop. Jab woh chalti, shimmer karti moonlight on water ki tarah, har inch hug karte.
Satin uski badi round gaand ke cleft mein deep press, cheeks ko aur fuller softer banate, jaise do plush cushions silk mein wrapped. Har step material shift aur glide karwata, sides pe dimples outline, gentle bounce jab weight shift.


Main patio pe tha, barefoot warm tiles pe, legs second chair pe stretched, breeze aur endless stars enjoy karte. Resort lights door twinkle jaise fallen constellations.
Mom doorway mein appear hui, small wooden tray pakde do steaming cups ke saath. Uske bangles soft chime diye.


“Good tea mere night-owl ke liye,” woh boli, voice low aur warm. Woh paas aayi aur tray little table pe set ki humare beech. “Careful, garam hai.”
Main baith gaya, haath cup ke around wrap. “Thanks Mom. Tumhe zaroorat nahi thi.”


Woh bagal ki chair mein settle hui, ek leg khud ke neeche tuck.
Satin uski thigh pe higher slide, moonlight catch. “Main waise bhi bana rahi thi. Sleep nahi aa rahi—waves secrets whisper kar rahe hain.” Woh smile ki, tea pe gently blow. “Besides, main tujhe check karna chahti thi. Abhi bhi Riya ko text?”


Mujhe cheeks heat feel hui. “Haan. Woh seashell chahti hai. Kehti hai ‘perfectly spiral’ hona chahiye.”
Mom quietly hans padi. “Us ladki ke standards hain. Mujhe pasand hai.” Woh sip ki, eyes dark ocean pe. “Yeh jagah… postcard come to life jaise.
Yaad hai aaj dolphins? Ek ne mujhe direct dekha—jaise jaanta tha main selfie le rahi hoon.”


Main chuckle kiya. “Dad soaked ho gaye jab woh jump kiya. Woh itna hard hans diye maine socha boat se gir jaayenge.”


“ Tere father ko iski zaroorat thi,” woh softly boli. “Woh too hard kaam karte hain. Unhe phir se kid jaise smile karte dekh… packing stress ke har minute worth.”
Hum comfortable silence mein thodi der baithe, sirf breeze aur distant surf. Cups se steam curl. Woh paas aayi aur mere hair ruffle kiye. “Zyada late mat rehna, okay? Kal waterfall hike hai. Energy chahiye.”


“Nahi rahunga,” maine promise kiya. “Night, Mom.”
Woh mere forehead kiss ki—uske lips tea se cool—aur andar glide back, satin skin ke against whisper.
Maine tea finish kiya, chamomile apna kaam kar rahi. Eyelids heavy feel.


Main andar shuffle kiya, yawn karte, bathroom ki taraf. Sitting room pass karte, glimpse mila: Mom low coffee table pe bend thi, fresh cup tea aur small plate biscuits Davendra ke liye set karte.







Silver dress back mein upar chadhi thi, aur uski badi gaand thrust out jaise offering—do perfect heavy globes satin strain karte.
Fabric itni tight stretch thi painted on jaise, cheeks ke beech deep dip, har soft curve outline. Jab woh saucer adjust ki, flesh gently jiggle, satin oil jaise slide.
Lamp peeche warm glow cast, material gleam banate aur shadows dramatic swell accentuate narrow waist se wide plush roundness tak.



Mere gut mein weird hot feeling twist—protective, uneasy, almost angry. Lekin maine push down kiya. Woh sirf polite hai. Late hai. Nothing more. Main chalta raha, bathroom use, haath dhoye, shake off.


Wapas aate, hunger hit. Kitchen mein cookies the—chocolate chip, abhi soft. Maine do grab kiye aur counter pe lean, munch.
Open archway se sitting room phir dekh sakta. Ab Mom Davendra ke saamne khadi thi, TV bagal mein tall potted fern adjust. Woh waist se slightly bend, ek haath pot steady, doosra fronds smooth.







Davendra glance kiya, voice relaxed. “Prisha, thoda left nudge kar sakti ho? Yeh subtitle kha raha hai.”
Woh pot inch shift ki. “Better?”
Unhone head tilt, eyes linger. “Thoda aur… haan, perfect. Tumhe iske liye eye hai.”



Woh straight hui, dress hips pe down smooth. “Bas nahi chahti thi tum big explosion scene miss karo.”
Mujhe nahi pata woh purpose se maanga—just bend dekhne ke liye phir.



Satin phir tight pull, uski gaand round aur full, cheeks slightly spread jaise lean. Fabric har contour hug, crease deep aur inviting. Koi aadmi ignore nahi kar sakta; impossible.
Isliye main parties pe uske paas hover karta, lingering uncles ko dirty looks deta. Mom never notice, lekin main karta.


Mujhe uski discomfort sense—shoulders thodi stiff, smile polite lekin quick. Woh nikalna chahti thi.
Davendra ne cushion pat kiya bagal mein. “Aao, ek minute baitho. Hero building se jump karne wala—classic. Five minutes, tops.”
Mom head shake ki, step back. “Main really nahi. Kishore jaag sakta hai aur wonder kahan hoon. Aur main beat hoon—aaj sun strong thi.”


Woh forward lean, elbows knees pe, voice low coaxing. “Bas ek scene. Tum din bhar run around—thoda relax. Main pause bhi kar dunga.”
Woh tightly smile ki. “Tempting, lekin no. Goodnight, Davendra. Movie enjoy karo.” Woh turn aur out walk—quick, graceful, satin har step swish. Mujhe pride surge feel hua.
Yeh meri mom. Usne clean shut down kiya.


Maine cookies finish, shirt se crumbs brush, aur Mom kitchen doorway mein appear, khud ke liye water pour.
“Pakda tujhe,” woh tease ki, eyes twinkle. “Midnight snack bandit.”
“Bas do,” main bola, muh bhara. “Resist nahi kar saka.”


Woh softly hans padi. “Achhe hain, na? Resort baker real vanilla use karta hoga.” Woh counter pe lean, glass haath mein. “Riya tujhe up rakhe hue?”
“Sort of. Woh spiral seashell chahti. Kehti anything else ‘basic’ hai.”


Mom grin ki. “Demanding. Approve.” Woh haath peeche yawn. “Okay beta, kab so raha? Eleven se zyada ho gaya.”
“Soon,” promise. “Ek aur text, phir bed.”


Woh phir mere hair ruffle. “Good. Sweet dreams.” Woh apne room ki taraf pad off, satin hallway light last time catch.
Jaise main apne bedroom ki taraf ja raha, cookie sugar veins mein buzz, maine notice Davendra sitting room mein. Unhone TV mute kiya aur hallway down stare, head tilt jaise listen.


Jab main pass, unhone shift, throat clear.
“Jai,” unhone quietly call. “Bed ja raha?”


“Haan sir.”
Unhone jaw scratch. “Favor kar sakta? Teri mom ko bolo main ek glass water chahta hoon—mere bedroom tak. Gale mein thirsty feel ho raha, aur main turn in karne wala hoon.”
Maine harmless socha. “Sure.”


Maine Mom ke door pe tap kiya. Woh dresser pe thi, long hair brush out, abhi silver dress mein.
“Davendra water chahte hain,” main bola. “Unke room tak. Kehte thirsty feel kar rahe.”


Mom mid-stroke pause, brush hover. Mirror mein reflection uneasy—brows drawn, lips thin press. “Unke bedroom tak? Iss time?”
Main shrug. “Woh abhi ja rahe wonge, socha.”


Woh brush soft clack se down set. “Yeh… odd hai. Lekin okay. Main le jaungi.” Voice steady, lekin maine dekha fingers glass pe tighten kitchen mein fill karte. Usne quick smile di—brave lekin forced—aur hall down walk.


Maine do baar nahi socha. Resort paradise—Dad happily snoring, ocean bahar sing, Riya texts wait. Main room mein slip, door close, bed pe flop.
Lekin phir—shoot. Mera phone charger. Abhi sitting-room wall mein plugged. Maine mutter, “Mom? Tu ne mera charger kahin dekha?” Soch kar woh wapas aayi hogi, main quietly hall down pad.


Sitting room empty, TV off, lights dim. Davendra ka bedroom door ajar, warm light wedge tiles pe spill. Main closer creep—aur freeze.
Mom andar thi, bed foot ke paas, glass de rahi. Unhone slowly liya, nightstand pe set bina piye, aur khade hue. Too close. Vest chest pe stretch jaise forward step.
Woh abhi kyun yahan?


Kya unhone stay maanga?
Door accident se open—ya purpose?
Agar Dad jaage aur dhundne aaye?
Kya water excuse tha?


Davendra ki voice low, almost murmur.
“Thank you, Prisha. Tumhe itna andar aana nahi tha.”
“Main bas—” Woh vaguely door gesture.


Woh smile, eyes soft. “Kishore ke saath twenty years, huh? Stories hongi. Kya tum ghar pe yeh silver dress pehnti ho? Yeh… stunning hai.”
Mom arms hug. “No. Sirf trips ke liye. Mujhe jaana chahiye.”


Woh nahi hile. “Ek minute. Batao—tum jaise woman ko itne saalon baad glowing kaise rakhta? Secret skincare? Magic?”
Woh tight laugh di. “Good sleep aur good food. Really, Davendra, late ho gaya.”


Woh closer step, voice drop. “Kya tum bored ho jaati ho? Same kitchen, same routine, docks se late aane ka wait?”
Uski chin lift. “Mujhe apni life love hai. Family. Please—”


Unhone reach, fingers elbow brush. “Bas curious. Tumhare jaise… fire wali woman. Adventures deserve karti ho.”
“We shouldn’t,” woh whisper, back step calves bed hit tak.


Woh slowly deliberately lean, eyes lock. “Ek kiss,” murmur. “Kisi ko nahi pata.”
“We shouldn’t,” repeat, voice tremble.
Phir—unhone kiss kiya.


Unka muh gently pehle cover, phir deeper, ek haath small back pe slide. Doosra lower drop, satin ke through badi gaand cup. Hard squeeze, fingers soft abundant flesh mein sink.







Fabric grip ke neeche bunch jaise knead—left cheek, right cheek, thumbs crease mein press, lift aur spread. Uski gaand har squeeze se jiggle, satin liquid jaise plush curves pe slide.


Woh kiss mein groan, hips ko apne against pull, palms warmth se bhare.
Main hallway shadows mein khada, heart hammer, rage boil. Confusion. Fury. Betrayal. Perfect trip—private jet, dolphins, starlit dinners—ek heartbeat mein shatter.










Davendra, aadmi jise Dad idolize karte, Mom ko grope kar raha Dad ke sleep karte 10 meter door. Aur Mom—kyun nahi chillayi? Kyun itna door jaane diya?
Lekin phir—SMACK—usne hard chest push. “NO!” Word whip jaise crack. Woh stumble back, eyes panic wide, aur bolt—bare feet tiles slap, silver dress ghost jaise flutter.
Woh andhere mein mere paas se fly, mujhe na dekh, safety room mein disappear. Door soft click se shut.


Davendra wahan khada, hard breathe, haath abhi shape mein jaise pakde hue. Water glass nightstand pe untouched.







Main room wapas slip, pulse race, charger bhool. Raat ruin. Magic gone. Lekin Mom—usne fight kiya. Run kiya.