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

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CHAPTER 10

"Meri maa ke ajeeb pal mere papa ke boss ke saath."

Lekin main Mom pe bhi gussa tha, haan thoda chhota, tez, zyada confusing. Kyun usne paani dene ke baad bhi ek second ke liye bhi uske room mein rukna tha? Kyun usne uske jhukte hi thappad nahi maara?


Woh strong thi—end mein push kiya tha—lekin woh hesitation, woh moment jahan usne kiss hone diya, mujhe kha raha tha. Mujhe pata tha yeh uski galti nahi, sach mein nahi, lekin gussa phir bhi flicker kar raha tha.


Aur phir Dad the, hall ke end mein peacefully kharrate lete, oblivious. Main unpe furious tha jaanne na paane ke liye, kuch wrong sense na karne ke liye. Woh Davendra ko idolize karte the, “sir” kehte stars eyes mein, unke jokes pe hanste, har chhoti cheez ke liye thank karte.


Kaise itne blind ho sakte the? Kaise so sakte the jab unka boss unki wife ko 10 meter door grope kar raha tha? Yeh betrayal feel karta, bhale hi Dad ne kuch wrong nahi kiya. Main unhe hilana chahta tha, chillana, Tera hero creep hai!
Lekin nahi kar sakta. Unka dil tod bina nahi.


Aakhir mein main apne room wapas khinch gaya, door intended se zyada hard slam. Bed too big, too soft feel. Maine pillow punch kiya, toss, turn. Neend nahi aayi. 


Har baar eyes close, Davendra ke haath, Mom ki wide eyes, open door dikhta.
Mera mind what-ifs se spin: Agar main jaldi andar jaata? Agar woh nahi bhagti? Agar woh phir try kare? Resort, perfect beaches aur golden lights ke saath, ab trap feel karta. Main ise jala dena chahta tha.


Subah jaldi aa gayi. Balcony se sunlight pour, cheer se mock. Maine barely soya, eyes gritty, head throb. Nightmares fog jaise cling—Davendra ki voice head mein, low coaxing, Mom ka tremble “We shouldn’t.”


Main bed se utra, shorts aur T-shirt pehna, sitting room ki taraf shuffle, phone charger phir bhool. Sirf soch: Ghar jaana chahta hoon. Resort ne sab barbaad kar diya.


Private jet, dolphins, fancy dinners—ab sab poisoned. Har palm tree, har sparkling pool Davendra ke game ka part feel.
Sitting room mein Dad aur Davendra already up, coffee pe laugh.


Dad usual cheerful mood mein, hair shower se damp, bright blue polo. “Wahan mera ladka!” unhone call, mujhe wave. “Davendra abhi Goa mein monsoon outrun ki story bata rahe the—paddy field mein slip!”


Davendra chuckle, chair pe lean back, linen shirt aur khakis mein casual. “Mud knees tak, Kishore. Socha rice planting karunga zindagi bhar.”
Dad table slap, roar. “Jai, photo mein uska face dekhna chahiye—pure panic!”


Maine forced smile, jaw tight. “Morning Dad. Morning sir.” Sir shabd ash taste.
Main Davendra ka coffee uske lap pe dump karna chahta, chillana last night Mom ke saath kya kiya ya Dad ko bata dena. Lekin swallow kiya, nod jaise Dad baat karte rahe.


“Soya okay, beta?” Dad ne poocha, mujhe orange juice daalte. “Thoda tired lag raha.”
“Fine,” mutter, unke across baith. “Bas… long night.”


Davendra ki eyes mujhpe flick, second ke liye sharp, phir easy grin. “Big day ahead, Jai. Waterfall hike, phir jet-skiing. In?”
“Haan sure,” flat voice. Glass grip, knuckles white. Sochta normal act kar sakta last night ke baad?
Dad notice nahi, abhi chuckle.


“Yeh aadmi stories for days. Yaad hai ’98 dock strike, sir? Tumne workers ko—”
“Oh Kishore, mat shuru karo,” Davendra wave, lekin smile, praise love.


Maine pee ke liye excuse, unki laughter se break. Bathroom mein cold water face pe, reflection stare. Get it together. Bahar nikla, Mom kitchen mein fruit chop.

Woh dark blue blouse aur white saree mein, hair tied back, usual grace lekin slower, careful. Uski badi gaand sway mango reach karte, robe familiar roundness outline.






Ek split second socha mom—Kyun jaldi nahi bhagi? Kyun room mein ruki?—phir yaad aaya push, panicked sprint hall down.
Usne fight back kiya. Hum choose kiya. Chest thoda loose. Phir good feel, proud even.


Paas gaya, counter lean. “Morning Mom.”


Woh startled upar dekhi, phir smile—too quick, too bright. “Morning beta. Bhookh? Fruit salad bana rahi, stove pe paratha.”
“Sounds good,” light rakh. “Tum okay?”


Uski eyes flick away, mango focus. “Fine, bas… early. Coffee brew ho rahi agar chahiye.”


Uski badi gaand wahan thi stove turn karte, robe tight pull, full heavy curves show.
Kabhi drawer mein kuch pick karne thoda bend.










Maine fast away dekha, floor stare. Uski badi gaand nahi dekhna—not last night ke baad, not Davendra ke haath memory mein burned.


Wrong feel notice karna, jaise betray by glance. Decide: Eyes anywhere else. Usse aur staring nahi chahiye, not even me.
Mom apne mein nahi thi, hundred ways show. Smile eyes tak nahi, laugh forced Dad call se. Move jaise brace, shoulders tense, haath bangles fidget.


Usually hum cook karte, sweets tease, head mein song pe dance. Aaj quiet, mechanical. Fruit chop too focus, counter twice wipe already clean.


Eyes sitting room dart, phir away, Davendra voice track. Kyun pata—last night shaken. Scared try again, ya find out. Lekin nahi poocha.


Nahi sakta. Abhi nahi.
“Last night tea thanks,” banana grab haath busy.


Woh nod, mujhe na dekh. “Anytime beta. Sleep help?”
“Thoda,” lie. “Tum okay soyi?”


Knife pause.
“Oh jaante ho. Resort beds adjust. Forced chuckle, hollow.


Hug karna chahta, bataun dekha, proud run. Words stuck. Instead, “Breakfast help chahiye batao.”
“Sweet ho,” arm pat. “Baith. Main kar lungi.”


Baad mein dining table, Mom breakfast serve—fluffy parathas, fruit salad, scrambled eggs, masala chai pot.
Humare around move, plates refill, lekin eyes Davendra pe nahi. Dish pass, table, wall, anywhere. Tea daalte haath shake, spout wobble.


Dad oblivious, eggs pile. “Prisha, restaurant-level swear. Sir, uska aloo paratha try—mouth melt.”
Davendra smile, lean back. “Divine hoga Kishore. Prisha, spoil kar rahi.”


Mom mumble, “Just breakfast,” fast turn. Eye contact avoid.
Phir hua—Davendra ko tea daalte, pot zyada tip. Hot chai thighs pe splash, khakis soak. Woh yelp, jump. “Whoa—hot!”
Mom gasp, pot clatter drop. “Oh no! Sorry!” Napkin grab, frantic, thighs wipe, quick panicked strokes.


Tea seep, boxers outline. Penis shape clear—thick, long, cloth press. Mom eyes flick down wipe karte, freeze second, realize.
Face red flush.
Davendra stare notice, slow knowing smile, touch mein lean. “Careful Prisha. Tum bhi burn.”


Woh smile nahi. Lips thin, haath yank, napkin crumple. “I—I towel laati,” stammer, kitchen bolt.
Main Davendra pe livid. Smug smile, lean enjoy panic—table flip chahta. Play kar raha, last night taunt.


Dad clueless, chair wipe socha. “Prisha upholstery worry mat,” call, paratha munch. “Thodi chai hurt nahi!”
Maine sab notice—Mom frozen stare, retreat, Davendra grin. Towel leke wapas, word bina de, phir wipe nahi. Counter busy, back hume, shoulders rigid.


Din waterfall hike drag—stunning, barely dekha. Mind elsewhere, Davendra watch, Mom. Woh Dad close stick, jokes loud laugh, Davendra eyes avoid.


Us raat Davendra lavish seaside restaurant—open-air, fairy lights palms, live band soft jazz. Tables white linen, crystal glasses, grilled prawns, lobster thermidor, saffron rice platters.


Mom Dad arm-in-arm whole time, steps quick keep, shield jaise. Davendra behind lag, slow only Dad ke saath, never alone.
Davendra notice—eyes narrow Mom Dad story dock mishap laugh, ya dessert shoulder lean.


Pata tha plan kuch. Watch tarika, smile eyes tak nahi Dad praise. Patient, calculating, moment wait. Nahi hone dunga. Mom glue stick, nothing happen. Phir near nahi.


Mom dress pleased nahi. Full yellow saree, lekin traditional nahi—usual modest nahi. Blouse sleeveless, low-cut, tight, boobs spill, heavy round, har step jiggle.

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CHAPTER 10

"Davendra meri maa ko bathroom ke andar phansa deta hai."

Sari uski kamar par neeche latki hui thi thodi si kamar dikhati hui aur pallu ne uske seene ko mushkil se dhaka tha. Uski badi gaand jaise hamesha bahut badi dikhti thi silk har mod par chipka hua chalte hue zor se hilti hui. Yeh bahut zyada tha uske liye bahut bold. Mujhe pasand nahi tha un aankhon ko pasand nahi tha jo yeh khinchegi.
Hum villa ke bahar car ka intezar kar rahe the maine use ek taraf khincha. Mom woh sari... yeh thodi... zyada hai.
Usne tyrhi bhauhen banayi pallu theek karte hue. Kya matlab beta?
Yeh bas... neeche hai. Aur tight. Pata nahi lagta hai sab dekh rahe hain.
Uska chehra narm pada lekin usne saans bhari. Tere dad ne chuni thi. Keha ki main is fancy jagah par chamakun thoda dikhaun. Unhe pasand hai jab main sajti hun. Usne mera gaal chhua. Lekin agar tujhe pareshan karta hai to jaane se pehle badal lungi. Vada.
Nahi theek hai maine buk buk kiya use pareshan nahi karna chahta tha. Bas... savdhan rehna theek hai?
Usne sar hilaya aankhen shukrguzaar. Hamesha.
Restaurant mein raat garm thi samundar ki hawa grilled machhli aur jasmine ki khushbu la rahi thi. Hum khaye hasse lekin main Davendra ko baaz ki tarah dekhta raha.
Low-cut blouse ne uske boobs bhari dikhaye jaise bahar girne wale har kadam par naram hilte hue jab woh dad ki baanh se lipat kar chal rahi thi. Davendra kuch kadam peeche linen shirt ka collar khula haath jeb mein lekin uski aankhen bhagwan uski aankhen mom par bhookhi shikari chamak ke saath bandhi thi.
Woh uske curves par ghoomti rahi gaand par rukti phir seene par phir neeche jaise nazron se kha raha ho. Yeh chhupa nahi tha mere liye. Har pal jab main use dekhta gussa tez hota.
Is aadmi ne kal raat use kiss kiya pakda aur ab sabke saamne eye-fuck kar raha tha? Woh dad ka boss tha izzatdar hona chahiye tha lekin bhariya ki tarah ghoom raha tha. Meri twacha sikud gayi mutthi khujlane lagi. Main chillana chahta tha ruk meri mom ko aise mat dekho!
Kuch hissa mom ko blame karta tha yeh soch kar pet muthta tha. Woh sari tight neeche bold. Woh nazron ka magnet thi aur jaanti thi. Dad ne chuni thi haan lekin usne pehni thi boobs aise latkaye gaand aise hilayi.
Main Davendra ki aankhon ko control nahi kar sakta uske creep hone ko rok nahi sakta aur uska outfit laal jhanda hilane jaisa tha. Agar modest pehnti shayad woh peeche hat jata. Lekin phir yaad aaya kal raat usne use dhakka diya bhag kar surakshit aayi.
Woh yeh nahi maang rahi thi. Bas dad ko khush karne ki koshish. Phir bhi us par gussa baaki tha Davendra par gusse ke saath mil kar sar dard kar raha tha.
Ek waiter crisp white uniform mein guzra tall glasses ki tray le kar bright red berry juice se bhari mint leaves aur lemon slices se sajayi hui.
Drinks chandni mein chamke condensation sides par tapak raha tha. Woh hamare paas ruka muskurate hue. Complimentary berry coolers sir maam?
Mom ne dad ki baanh chhodi uske chudiyon ki jhankar ke saath ek ke liye haath badhaya. Oh yeh tazgi deta dikhta hai. Shukriya. Usne glass liya turant pi red liquid uske honthon par thoda daag laga.
Dad ne bhi ek liya muskurate hue. Perfect itni spicy khane ke baad. Cheers Prisha! Usne glass uske glass se takraya phir lamba ghunt liya. Jai tu chahega beta? Yeh meetha hai jaise tu lassi pasand karta hai.
Maine sar hilaya aankhen Davendra par. Woh kuch kadam aage thoda unche platform par path ke stairs ke paas ruk gaya mom ko upar se saaf dekhta hua. Uski nazar us par jam gayi bina palke jhapke jab woh pi rahi thi. Nahi main theek hun maine kaha awaaz tight.
Mom ne mujhe dekha tyrhi bhau. Jai chalo yeh bas berry juice hai. Tu berries pasand karta hai. Kyun nahi?
Main pyasa nahi hun jhooth bola wazan badalte hue. Dinner mein zyada paani pi liya.
Dad ne hans kar muh ponchha. Kab se tu meetha thukrata hai? Isme woh tang hai jo tujhe pasand try mera ek sip. Usne glass aage kiya.
Sach mein dad main theek hun maine kaha tez se. Bas... mood nahi.
Mom ne sar tilta chintit. Tu theek hai beta? Puri raat chup raha.
Main theek hun dohraya jabardasti muskurahat. Asal mein Davendra ke mom ko upar se dekhne se comfortable nahi tha.
Woh uncha platform perfect angle deta tha uske cleavage ko dekhne blouse ke against boobs dabne hips ka curve. Woh nahi jaanti thi woh dekh raha hai uski aankhen usme ghus rahi jab woh dad ke saath has rahi thi. Woh bekhabar thi drink pi pallu theek kar. Mujhe beemar kar raha tha.
Har pal main neeche se Davendra ko dekhta woh ab bhi dekh raha tha. Uski aankhen uske jaise har inch yaad kar rahi boobs kamar woh gaand. Casual nahi obsessive honth thode khule halki smirk.
Mera khoon khaul gaya. Himmat kaise? Kal raat ke baad? Isne mujhe action lene par majboor kiya. Use aur paas se dekhna tha jaanne ki kya plan kar raha hai bina jaane ki main us par hun. Main jaanta tha us kiss ke baad uske haathon mom par main use mom ke saath aage nahi jaane dunga. Kabhi nahi.
Maine mom dad ki taraf mud kar awaaz casual rakhi. Hey main path ke bahar thodi der ja raha hun. Thodi hawa chahiye. Tum log aage jao.
Mom ne tyrhi bhau glass honthon ke beech mein. Bahar? Jai andhera hai. Kya hua?
Kuch nahi shrug kiya. Bas ek minute akela. Hawa achhi hai. Main pakad lunga.
Dad ne haath hila kar colleague se distract. Zyada door mat ja beta. Hum villa ja rahe hain jaldi.
Theek hai nahi jaunga vada kiya zyada poochne se pehle nikal gaya.
Maine path ke paas palm trees ke cluster ke peeche chhup gaya neeche baith kar chhaya mein. Sandy zameen ghutnon ke neeche thandi fronds ne mujhe perfect chhupaya. Yahan se Davendra platform par saaf dikhta mom ko dad ke saath chalte dekh raha.
Uski aankhen uske boobs par jam gayi har kadam par hilte yellow sari unki poornata chhupane mein kuch nahi kar rahi. Woh palke nahi jhapka hila nahi bas baaz ki tarah dekhta. Mera pet muthta. Tera game kya hai haramzade maine khud se poochha.
Phir dekha Davendra ne jeb mein haath dala chhota pen aur fold kiya kagaz nikala. Railing par tika jaldi likhne laga aankhen har kuch seconds mein mom par.
Woh likhte hue use dekhta intense nazar possessive jaise soch page par daal raha mom ko imagine karte hue. Mom ki aankhen ek baar usse mili chhoti der ke liye juice pite hue upar dekha. Usne use dekhte dekha tez mud gayi jaw tight lekin ignore karti rahi dad ke baat mein.
Davendra ne likhna khatam kiya note neatly fold kiya crowd scan kiya. Ek waiter ko dekha berry drinks ki tray le kar guests ke beech se guzarta. Haath uthaya bulaya. Psst idhar woh dheere bola.
Waiter tez stairs chadha tray balance. Davendra ne note uske haath mein dala phir neeche mom ki taraf ishara jo dad aur uske doston ke paas edge par ja rahi thi. Yeh yellow sari wali lady ko do dheere lekin saaf bola. Pakka pahuncha dena. Lagta hai aisa hi bola.
Waiter ne sar hilaya note jeb mein Davendra ne tip dabaya. Mujhe nahi pata kya ho raha kyun note? Kya likh sakta jo zor se nahi keh sakta? Dil tez dhada waiter ko stairs utarte tray steady mom ki taraf jaate dekh.
Woh beech kadam mein dad ke kuch kehne par has rahi glass aadha khali. Dad dock friends ke saath gehri baat mein purani kahani par haath hila raha. Jaise woh table par kuch rakhne ja rahi thi.
Waiter smoothly paas aaya muskurate. Maam complimentary refill? Tray aage.
Mom ne sar hilaya ab bhi muskurate. Oh nahi shukriya. Main theek hun.
Waiter thoda jhuka awaaz shisht. Asal mein maam yeh aapke liye. Fold note diya ungliyan tez.
Mom ne liya confused bhauhen sikud kar ulta kiya. Mere liye? Pakka?




Waiter ne platform upar ishara. Upar wale gentleman se.
Mom ki aankhen ungli ke peeche Davendra par. Chehra turant sakht gussa aankhon mein chamka honth patli line mein.
Davendra ne casually haath hila smug smirk wapas note kholne ka ishara kiya padhne ko. Mom ki mutthi kagaz par sakht knuckles white jaise kuchalna chahti.
Davendra ne sar hilaya haath utha kar roka muh se Don’t.
Woh kholne hi wali thi ungliyan gusse se kaanpti jab dad mud kar muskuraya. Prisha idhar aa! Rajesh aur uski biwi Meena se mil. Mumbai office se.
Mom jam gayi phir second mein control. Note sari ke kamarband mein daala folds ke neeche chhupaya muskurahat chipka li.
Oh mil kar khushi hui dono se awaaz steady haath milaya. Aankhen ek baar Davendra par phir gussa achhe se chhupaya Meena ke sari par tareef par hasi.
Socha kyun mom itni gussa nahi bas uncomfortable balki furious. Note mein kya socha? Confession? Aur advance? Maafi?
Chahta tha wahan chadh kar Davendra ke muh par mukka marun jaanun kya likha. Lekin nahi jaanta bina proof ladai shuru karna dad ko hi nuksaan. Chhupa raha dekhta raha.
Mom dad ke doston se baat karti rahi muskurahat tight haath chhupaye note ko chhuti rahi. Kuch minutes baad dad ke paas jhuki awaaz dheemi. Kishore ladies room jaana hai. Zyada berry juice.
Dad ne distract sar hilaya. Haan haan. Yahan intezar karte hain.
Mom ne maafi maangi crowd se guzarte resort ke restroom area beach path ke paas.




Jaise bin ke paas se guzri note nikala platform upar pure zeher se dekha sharp wrist flick se phenk diya. Kagaz kachre mein gayab woh chalti rahi heels stone path par tik tik.
Dekha woh bathroom ja rahi hai samajh aata berry juice glass glass pi rahi thi.
Lekin phir dekha Davendra hil raha tha.
Platform se neeche utra casual lekin maqsad se aankhen mom ke yellow sari par jaise crowd mein gayab hoti. Woh uska peecha kar raha guests ke beech se distance rakhte hue nazar nahi khoti.
Dil ruk gaya. Womens restroom ki taraf ja raha. Kaise andar jayega? Public area haan lekin mens toilet paas kyun peecha? Phir corner karne ka plan? Kal raat ke baad risk nahi.




Main palm trees ki chhaya mein aur gehra gaya neeche baith kar dikhai na padun. Ret ne kadam dabaye andheri fronds ne poora chhupaya.
Davendra meters ke andar se guzra cologne tez hawa mein stride confident. Meri taraf nahi dekha focus restroom entrance par jahan mom gayi.

Saans rok kar har muscle tight sprint ke liye taiyar agar kuch kare. Tu uske paas phir nahi aayega maine khud se kasam khayi. Aaj raat nahi. Kabhi nahi

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