Adultery Ammi aur uncle

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Main wahin chipka raha. Mera dimaag sunn tha, lekin jism mein ek alag hi aag lag chuki thi.


Jaise hi Ammi bahar nikli, main tezi se side mein pade ek purane almari ke peeche ho gaya. Andhera tha, isliye unka dhyaan meri taraf nahi gaya.


Ammi darwaaze ke bahar nikli aur ek pal ke liye wahin ruk gayin. Unhone apni saanson ko qaabu mein karne ke liye apne seene par haath rakha. Unka chehra abhi bhi tamatar ki tarah laal tha aur baal thode bikhre hue the. Unhone jaldi-jaldi apni ungliyon se baalon ko set kiya, apne dupatte ko theek se odha, aur chehre par wahi 'izzatdaar bahu' waali sanjeedgi wapas le aayi.


Lekin main dekh sakta tha... unki aankhon mein ek ajeeb si chamak thi.Woh tezi se corridor se nikal gayin.


Kuch seconds baad Vishal bhi bahar aaya. Woh bilkul be-fikra lag raha tha. Usne apne honthon par haath phera, apni collar theek ki aur ek shaitani muskurahat ke saath doosri taraf nikal gaya.


Jab mujhe yakeen ho gaya ki dono chale gaye hain, main uss store room ke andar gaya.Andar pair rakhte hi, mujhe wahi boo (smell) aayi.Dhool aur purani lakdi ki boo ke saath mili hui ek teekhi, nashiili mehak. Ammi ka Chanel perfume... Vishal ka mardana paseena... aur sex ki woh kacchi, gandi boo jo hawa mein tayr rahi thi.


Mera sarr ghoom gaya. Yeh kamra ab sirf ek store room nahi tha. Yeh gawah tha.Meri nazar zameen par padi.Wahaan, dhool bhare farsh par, woh wet tissue pada tha jo Ammi ne phenka tha.


Main neeche jhuka aur kaanpte haathon se use utha liya.Safed tissue par 'Muted Berry' lipstick ka gehra, laal nishaan tha. Lekin sirf lipstick nahi... uspar kuch aur bhi tha. Vishal aur Ammi ki mili juli laar (saliva).


Main uss tissue ko apni naak ke paas laya aur ek gehri saans li. Usmein Ammi ke honthon ki khushboo aur Vishal ki hawas, dono ki mehak thi.


Maine uss tissue ko mod kar apni jeb mein rakh liya. Yeh mere liye ek trophy thi.
Ab mujhe waqt barbaad nahi karna tha.
Main wapas Hall ki taraf bhaaga, lekin bheed mein ghusne se pehle maine apne aap ko normal kiya.


Jab main Mandap ke paas pahuncha, maine dekha ki Ammi wahaan Nani ke paas baithi theen. Woh bechaari si shakal bana kar apna sarr daba rahi theen.


Main thoda qareeb gaya taaki sun sakun.
"Ammi, mujhe chakkar aa rahe hain," Ammi ne Nani se kaha, unki awaaz mein dard ka naatak bilkul asli lag raha tha.


 "Yahaan dhol ki awaaz aur dhuyen se mera Migraine trigger ho raha hai. Sarr phata jaa raha hai."


Nani ne chinta se unke maathe par haath rakha. "Haaye…, tu thandi pad rahi hai Aisha. Ja, jaakar thodi der let ja."


"Ji, main wahi soch rahi thi," Ammi ne dheere se kaha. "Lekin mere room mein toh aurtein bhari padi hain. Wahaan shor hoga. Main soch rahi thi ki Guest Wing mein chali jaaun?  Wahaan shanti milegi."


Nani ne haan mein sarr hilaya. "Haan haan, wahaan chali ja. Main kisi ko bhejti hoon nimbu paani lekar."


"Nahi!" Ammi ne thoda jaldi mein kaha, phir sambhal gayin. "Matlab... main chahti hoon ki koi disturb na kare. Darwaaza band karke andhere mein letungi toh aaram milega. Main khud hi paani le lungi."


Nani maan gayin. "Theek hai, aaram kar. Rukhsati ke waqt bula lungi tujhe."


“Theek hai ,Ma..” Ammi ne uthte hue bheed mein khade Vishal ki taraf dekha. 


Unhone kuch nahi kaha, bas apni palkein jhuka kar halka sa ishara kiya.
Vishal ne door se hi, bina kisi ko dikhaye, apne phone par time check kiya aur halka sa muskura diya.


Plan shuru ho chuka tha.Mere paas ab zyada waqt nahi tha. Ammi abhi seedha Guest Wing nahi jayengi, woh pehle bathroom jayengi ya thoda ghoom kar jayengi taaki kisi ko shaq na ho.


Mere paas mushkil se 10 minute the.
Mujhe unse pehle Room Number 3 pahunchna tha. Aur sirf pahunchna nahi tha... mujhe wahaan chupne ki ek aisi jagah dhoondhni thi jahaan se main sab kuch dekh sakun, lekin pakda na jaaun.Agar main late hua, toh darwaza andar se lock ho jayega aur main bahar khada reh jaunga.


Main bheed ko cheerte hue, Haweli ke pichle raaste se, Guest Wing ki taraf bhaaga.Guest Wing bilkul sunsaan tha. Yahaan dhol ki awaaz dheemi thi. Corridor mein sannata tha.


Room Number 3 ka Darwaaza halka sa khula tha.Main andar ghusa. Kamra bada tha. Ek bada double bed beech mein tha. Parde (curtains) bhari aur mote the, jisse kamre mein semi-darkness (halka andhera) tha. AC ki thandi hawa chal rahi thi.


Maine charon taraf dekha. Chupne ki jagah kahan hai?Bathroom? Nahi, agar woh nahane gaye toh pakda jaunga.
Bed ke neeche? Risk hai. Agar gadda duba toh pata chal jayega.Almari (Wardrobe)? Maine wardrobe khola. Purane style ki lakdi ki almari thi. Ismein 'louvers' (jhilli) bane hue the, jisse andar se bahar dekhna aasaan tha, par bahar se andar dekhna mushkil.


Aur sabse badi baat yeh thi ki almari bed ke bilkul saamne thi. Perfect view.Maine almari ke andar se kuch purane kambal (blankets) side kiye taaki mujhe baithne ki jagah mil sake.

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Abhi main andar ghusne hi waala tha ki corridor mein 'takk-takk' ki awaaz aayi.High heels ki awaaz.


Ammi aa rahi theen. Itni jaldi?Meri saansein atak gayin. Maine fauran almari ke andar chalang lagayi aur darwaaza andar se bhida (close) liya.


Maine darwaaze ki jhirri (slats) se apni aankh laga di.Main almari ke andar apni dhadkanon ko control karne ki koshish kar raha tha aur aankhein phade dekh raha tha. Andar AC ki thandak thi, par mere maathe par paseena tha.


Kamre ka darwaaza khula aur Ammi andar aayin.Unhone darwaaza lock nahi kiya. Unhone bas use halke se bhida diya, jaise woh kisi ka intezaar kar rahi hon aur chahti hon ki wo bina khatkhataaye andar aa sake.


Andar aate hi unhone apna bhaari, gold-work waala clutch bed par laparwahi se phenk diya…Thap…..


Phir unhone apne gale se wo sunehra, bhari dupatta kheencha. Jaise hi wo kapda unke jism se hata, unka kasa hua badan aur khul kar saamne aa gaya. Unhone dupatte ko bhi bed par gira diya.


Unhone apna phone nikala, ungliyan tezi se screen par chalne lagi- koi message type kiya. Bhejte hi unke chehre par ek aisi naughty aur shaitani muskurahat aayi jo maine aaj tak unke chehre par nahi dekhi thi. Woh muskurahat ek maa ki nahi, ek premika ki thi. Fir unhone phone ko side table par rakh diya.


Ab wo bilkul azaad theen.Woh ahista se chalti hui mirror ke saamne aayi, jo theek meri almari ke samne tha. Unhone light on nahi ki, khidki se aati halki roshni unke jism ke curves ko highlight karne ke liye kaafi thi.


Unhone khud ko mirror mein dekha.
Unke baal ek tight, complex 'Juda' (bun) mein bandhe hue the. Lekin function ki bhaag-daud ki wajah se kuch lataein (strands) nikal kar unki gardan par gir rahi theen. Gardan bilkul nangi aur lambi lag rahi thi, aur wo bikhre hue baal us safed skin par kisi kaale saanp ki tarah lag rahe the.


Mera gala sookh gaya jab maine unhein side se dekha. Unhone 'deep golden' rang ki designer georgette ki kurti pehni thi, jo unke ghutnon tak jaa rahi thi. Lekin sabse khaas baat uski fitting thi.


Woh kurti unke bhare hue, gore 'boobs' par bilkul kas kar (tightly) chipki hui thi. Kurti ka kapda unke curves par itna tight tha ki lag raha tha abhi phat jayega. Unke heavy breasts ka poora shape saaf samajh aa raha tha.


Phir unhone mirror mein dekhte hue, apne dono haath apne seene ke neeche rakhe aur bade aaram se, bas ek second ke liye, apne bhare hue breasts ko apni hatheliyon se neeche se sahara diya (cupped them gently) aur halka sa upar uthaya -jaise wo andar apni bra ko adjust kar rahi hon taaki wo perfect jagah par aa jayein aur wo tight kurti mein aur bhi acche lagen.


Bas wo ek chota sa adjustment... jab unka wo bhara hua wazan unke haathon mein thoda sa hila aur phir wapas apni jagah par set ho gaya... usne mujhe hila kar rakh diya.


Mere dimaag ne kaam karna band kar diya tha. Yeh ek mamooli si harkat thi-har aurat apne kapde theek karti hai. Lekin apni Maa ko... Ammi ko... aise akele mein apne undergarments adjust karte hue dekhna, unhein apne hi jism ko aise pakadte hue dekhna... yeh mere liye kisi bhi nangi tasveer se zyada powerful tha.


Mujhe laga jaise maine koi bahut badi chori kar li hai, koi bahut bada gunaah dekh liya hai. Lekin main apni nazrein hata nahi paaya. Mera jism akad gaya tha, aur wo nazaara meri aankhon mein chap gaya.


Kurti ka gala kaafi deep tha, jisse unki cleavage ki gehri ghaati (valley) jhalak rahi thi. Wahaan wo bhaari, jadaau (gem-studded) necklace latak raha tha. Jab wo mirror ke kareeb jhukin, toh gravity ki wajah se unke breasts aur bhi heavy aur round lagne lage.


 Wo kurti ke gale ko thoda set kar rahi theen taaki unki cleavage aur prominent dikhe.


Fir Woh mirror ke saamne side-pose lekar khadi huin. Bhale hi kurti lambi thi aur kamar ki skin nahi dikh rahi thi, lekin wo kapda unki patli kamar aur bhaari hips par doosri skin ki tarah chipka hua tha.


Side se dekhne par, kurti ke neeche unke 'bums' ka shape ek perfect 'curve jaisa lag raha tha. Kurti ke side-slits se neeche ka 'Ivory' lehenga dikh raha tha. 


Woh tight kurti unke bhare hue pichwaade ko bohot khoobsurati se numaya (prominent) kar rahi thi. Woh khud mud-mud kar check kar rahi theen ki wo tight suit unke pichwaade par kaisa lag raha hai.


Unhone mirror mein jhuk kar apni lipstick check ki. Woh 'Muted Berry' shade unke gore chehre par keher dha raha tha. Unhone apni choti ungli (pinky finger) se lipstick ko halke se smudge kiya, apne hothon ko ragada, aur phir ek 'pout' banaya.


Woh khud ko nihaar rahi theen, jaise jaanti hon ki wo kitni 'maal' lag rahi hain. Unki body language mein ek aisi vanity (khud-pasandi) thi jo behad erotic thi. Woh taiyaar theen - Vishal se chudne ke liye..aur yeh khyal aate hi main pata nahi kyon ghamgeen ho gaya.
Tabhi darwaaze par halki si aahat hui.
Ammi fauran savdhaan ho gayin. Unhone mirror se hatkar darwaaze ki taraf dekha. Unki aankhon mein ek be-sabri  thi.

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Darwaaza dheere se khula aur Vishal andar aaya.Usne andar aate hi sabse pehle darwaaze ko lock kiya. ‘Khataak.’ Woh awaaz mere kaanon mein kisi goli ki tarah lagi. Ab koi andar nahi aa sakta tha, aur main… main ab poori tarah se qaid tha.
"Bada waqt laga diya aane mein?" Ammi ne halke gusse ka naatak karte hue kaha, par unke honthon par ek sharmili muskurahat khel rahi thi. "Main kab se yahaan akele bore ho rahi thi."
Vishal dheere-dheere chalta hua unke paas aaya, uski nazrein Ammi ke tight kurti mein qaid jism par chipki hui theen.
"Intezaar ka phal meetha hota hai, jaan," usne ek husky awaaz mein kaha aur Ammi ke bilkul qareeb aakar ruk gaya. "Aur aaj toh phal kuch zyada hi raseela lag raha hai."
Ammi ne halke se uske seene par dhakka diya, "Hato… baatein mat banao."
Lekin Vishal ne unka haath pakad liya aur jhatke se unhein apni taraf kheencha. Ammi seedha aakar uske seene se takrayin.
"Baatein nahi..." Vishal ne jhuk kar unke kaan mein phusphusaya, "aaj toh bas kaam hoga."
Aur isse pehle ki Ammi kuch keh paati, Vishal ne unke chehre ko apne dono haathon mein jakad liya aur unke honthon par toot pada.
Woh koi mamooli kiss nahi tha. Woh ek hamla tha.
Maine almari ki jhirri se dekha ki kaise Vishal ne Ammi ke naram, gulaabi honthon ko apne munh mein bhar liya. Woh unhein choos raha tha, kaat raha tha. Ammi ne pehle thoda virodh kiya, par agle hi pal unhone apni baahein Vishal ki gardan mein daal di aur apne panjon se uske baalon ko nochna shuru kar diya.
Main saaf dekh sakta tha ki unke munh khule hue the, unki zabaanein (tongues) ek doosre se lad rahi theen. 'Chup-chup' ki geeli awaazein almari ke andar tak aa rahi theen. Ammi ki 'Muted Berry' lipstick phail kar Vishal ke honthon par lag gayi thi. Unka dimaag sunn ho chuka tha, woh poori tarah se us kiss mein kho gayi theen.
Vishal ke haath ruk nahi rahe the. Kiss karte hue uske bade haath Ammi ki peeth (back) par rengne lage. Kurti ka gala peeche se band tha, lekin kapda unke jism par doosri khaal (skin) ki tarah chipka hua tha.
Usne kurti ke upar se hi unki kamar aur peeth ko tatola. Uski ungliyan peeth ke beechon-beech lagi lambi ‘zipper’ par ruk gayin. Usne uss zipper ki line par upar se neeche tak apni hatheli ragadi, jaise wo taale ko kholne se pehle uske saath khel raha ho.
Bhale hi beech mein kapda tha, par Ammi ke jism ki garmi us designer kurti ko cheerte hue Vishal ki hatheliyon tak pahunch rahi thi. Kapde ke upar se hone waale uss sparsh ne bhi Ammi ko pagal kar diya. Unki ridh ki haddi (spine) mein ek current sa daud gaya.Unhone 'Hmmm' karke uske munh mein hi ek madhosh siski bhari, aur apni peeth ko kamaan ki tarah modte hue (arching) khud ko peeche dhakela, taaki wo Vishal ke haath ki uss sakht pakad ko aur zyada mehsoos kar sakein.
Vishal ke haath unki naazuk kamar ki dhalan (slope) se phisalte hue neeche utre aur seedha Ammi ki ubhari hui gaand par aa thahre.
Shuru mein usne koi zor nahi lagaya. Usne bas apni garam hatheliyan unke bhaari pichwaade par halke se tika di, unki garmi ko soaakhne ke liye. Phir, usne apni hatheliyon ko unke naram kulhon (cheeks) par chote-chote gol daayron mein (little circles) ghumana shuru kiya.
Jaise-jaise Vishal ke haath unki golayi par gol-gol ghoom rahe the, kurti ka georgette ka kapda bhi Ammi ke bums par uske sath movement kar raha tha. Jab Vishal ki hatheli circular motion mein ghoomti, toh kapde mein halki silwatein (ripples) padti aur phir wo wapas skin par tan (stretch) jaata. 
Aur phir, uss gehraai aur narmi ne use pagal kar diya. Usne circles banana band kiya aur achanak apne panje kase. Usne unke dono naram, bhare hue kulhon ko apni mutthiyon mein bhara aur poori taqat se unhein masal diya (squeezed hard), unki narmi ko apni ungliyon ke beech buri tarah dabte hue.
“Ummmm!" Ammi ki siski nikal gayi aur Vishal ke munh mein kahin kho gayi.
Achanak Vishal ne kiss toda aur Ammi ko kandhon se pakad kar ghooma diya.
Ab Ammi ki peeth Vishal ki taraf thi aur wo wapas mirror ke saamne theen. Main almari se unka chehra mirror mein dekh sakta tha-woh laal tha, aankhein nashiili ho chuki theen aur honth sooje hue lag rahe the.
Vishal ne unhein peeche se hug kar liya aur apne donon haath Ammi ke sapaat pet (stomach) par bandh liye. Usne apna chehra unke kaan ke paas laya aur mirror mein unki aankhon mein jhankte hue bhari awaaz mein kaha, "Tumhe andaaza bhi hai tum aaj kitni sexy lag rahi ho, Aisha? Kasam se, tumhe mirror mein dekh kar hi mera dimaag kharaab ho raha hai."
Maine dekha ki Vishal ne apna pelvis (lower body) Ammi ke pichwaade par 'press' kiya. Ammi ko fauran mehsoos hua ki Vishal kitna hard hai aur wo unke pichwaade mein chubh raha hai. Unhone ek gehri saans li, apni aankhein band kar li aur apna sarr peeche Vishal ke kandhe par gira diya.
"Ufff... Vishal..." Ammi ne masti bhare andaaz mein, aankhein band karke kaha. "Zabaan se toh badi meethi baatein kar rahe ho... par tumhare neeche yeh jo sakhti chubh rahi hai, wo toh kuch aur hi khatarnaak iraade bata rahi hai."
Vishal ne halke se has kar unki gardan par kiss kiya aur whisper kiya, "Khatra toh hai, jaan... par tum darr toh nahi rahi?"
Ammi ne ek katilana muskurahat ke saath apni hips ko peeche ki taraf dhakela, uss ubhaar ko ragadte hue, aur dheere se boli, "Darr nahi lag raha... bas soch rahi hoon ki kya tumhara yeh 'gussa' aaj meri bardasht ke bahar toh nahi ho jayega?"
Vishal ne Ammi ke uss shararati jawab par bas ek gehri, sexy muskurahat di.
Usne apne haath unke pet se hata kar upar unki chhati ki taraf badhaye aur unke breasts ko choote hue, uski ungliyan unke gale mein pade uss bhaari-bharkam 'Kundan' necklace par ruk gayin.
"Gussa toh baad mein dikhaunga," Vishal ne dheere se kaha, "Pehle un cheezon ko hata doon jo mere aur tumhare jism ke beech aa rahi hain."
Ammi ne mirror mein dekhte hue apni gardan thodi jhuka di, jaise wo ijazat de rahi hon. Vishal ne bade aaram se uss necklace ka hook peeche se khola. Ek halki si 'click' hui, aur wo laakhon ka haar Ammi ke gale se utar gaya. Vishal ne use bina dekhe side mein dressing table par phenk diya.
Ab Ammi ki lambi, gori gardan aur unka deep cleavage bilkul nanga aur azaad tha.
Vishal ne dobara unhein peeche se jakada. Is baar usne apne honth seedha unki nangi gardan aur shoulder-bone ke beech rakhe. Usne wahaan ki naram skin ko pehle apni naak se soongha, aur phir ek lamba, geela kiss kiya.
"Aahhh..." Ammi ke munh se ek madhosh siski nikal gayi.
Lekin is baar Vishal ke haath rukne waale nahi the. Uski hatheliyan Ammi ke kandhon se phisalti hui aage aayin aur seedha unke bhare hue, kase hue breasts par aa gayin.
Main almari se saaf dekh sakta tha-Vishal ke bade-bade panjon ne Ammi ke dono breasts ko kurti ke upar se hi poori tarah 'cup' kar liya tha. Usne pehle unke wazan ko halke se tola, apne haathon mein unki bhaari golai ko mehsoos kiya.
"Uff... Aisha..." Vishal ne mirror mein unke seene ko ghoorte hue kaha. "Lagta hai yeh andar ghutan mehsoos kar rahe hain... aaj kuch zyada hi bade aur kase hue lag rahe hain."
Ammi ne sharam aur mazey se apni aankhein band kar li.
Aur tabhi, Vishal ne apni ungliyan kasi aur unke naram, bhare hue breasts ko be-rehmi se dabana shuru kar diya. Woh unhein aate ke gole ki tarah masal raha tha. Kurti ka kapda unke nipples par khinch raha tha, aur Ammi ki saansein tez ho gayi theen. Woh har dabav ke saath apni peeth peeche Vishal ke seene par ragad rahi theen.
"Vishal... ahhh... dheere..." Ammi haanpti hui boli, par unhone apne haath Vishal ke haathon ke upar rakh diye, jaise wo chahti hon ki wo aur zor se dabaye.
Kuch der tak unke mammon ke saath khelne ke baad, Vishal ne aakhirkar apne haath wahaan se hataye aur unki peeth par le gaya. Uski ungliyan ab uss 'zipper' ke hook par thi jo peeth ke beechon-beech tha.
"Taiyaar ho?" Vishal ne mirror mein Ammi ki aankhon mein dekhte hue poocha, jabki Ammi abhi bhi uss breast-massage ke nashiile asar mein thi. "Main iss wrapper ko kholne ja raha hoon."
Ammi ne sharam aur excitement mein apne honth kaat liye aur dheere se sarr hilaya.
Zzzzziiippp…
Woh awaaz sannate mein kisi cheekh ki tarah gunji.
Vishal ne dheere-dheere zip ko neeche kheenchna shuru kiya. Jaise-jaise zip neeche ja rahi thi, kurti ka tight gala dheela padta gaya.
Mere saamne, almari ki jhirri se, Ammi ki l peeth (back) inch-dar-inch nangi hone lagi aur unki gori skin expose hone lagi.
Jab zip poori neeche tak khul gayi, toh Vishal ne apne dono haath Ammi ke kandhon par rakhe aur kurti ko halke se dhakka diya.
Vishal ke dhakka dete hi, wo bhaari designer kurti unke smooth kandhon se sarakti hui neeche phisal gayi. Woh zameen par nahi giri, balki unki kohniyon (elbows) par aakar atak gayi. Ammi ne saamne se kurti ko apne seene se chipka rakha tha, lekin peeche se unki poori peeth aur kandhe ab bilkul nange ho gaye the.
Main almari ke andar se unki smooth, doodh jaisi safed peeth dekh sakta tha. Unhone ek Deep Maroon rang ki satin bra pehni thi, jiska strap unki peeth par alag hi chamak raha tha.
Mera dimaag bhanna gaya. Bachpan se lekar aaj tak, maine Ammi ko hamesha 'izzatdaar' kapdon mein,  poori tarah dhaka hua dekha tha. Unki peeth, unki kamar... yeh sab mere liye 'forbidden' ilaqe the.
Lekin aaj... aaj wo saara parda hat gaya tha.
Unki gori skin par wo gehra laal (maroon) strap kisi khatre ki ghanti ki tarah lag raha tha. Mere andar ek ajeeb si jung shuru ho gayi thi. Ek taraf beta hone ka naata tha jo cheekh-cheekh kar keh raha tha ki 'Aankhein band kar le, yeh paap hai!'... lekin doosri taraf ek ajeeb si hawas thi jo us nazaare ko peene ke liye tadap rahi thi.
Mujhe yakeen nahi ho raha tha ki yeh wahi pakiza Ammi hain. Yeh aurat... yeh 'Aisha'... jisne andar itne sexy, satin ke undergarments pehan rakhe the... yeh sirf aur sirf Vishal ke liye taiyaar hokar aayi thi. Yeh khayaal mujhe andar se jala raha tha-gusse se bhi, aur jalan (jealousy) se bhi.
Mera gala sookh kar kaanta ho gaya tha. Main chahta tha ki main wahaan se bhaag jaaun, par min woh bhi kar nahi sakta tha. Mujhe ghinn aani chahiye thi, par sach toh yeh tha ki... main fascinate ho raha tha. Main apni hi maa ko ek 'aurat' ki nazar se dekh raha tha, aur wo nazaara behad haseen aur ganda tha.
Vishal ne jhuk kar unki nangi peeth par, theek bra ke hook ke upar, ek kiss kiya aur phir apni garam hatheli unki nangi skin par pherte hue bola:
"Waah... kya skin hai Aisha... makhan bhi sharma jaye."
Vishal ki hatheliyon ki garmi aur uski saanson ki bhaap Ammi ki nangi peeth par ek nasha ban kar chha rahi thi. Ammi ne apni aankhein band kar li theen aur halke se apna sarr peeche ki taraf jhuka diya, taaki wo Vishal ke kandhe par tik sakein.
"Ise poora utaar do," Vishal ne hukm diya, par uski awaaz mein sakhti nahi, ek gehra nivedan tha.
Ammi ne dheere se apni baahein neeche ki taraf seedhi ki. Jo kurti unki kohniyon (elbows) par atki hui thi, wo phisal kar zameen par gir gayi.
Sirrppp... kapde ke girne ki awaaz sannate mein gunji.

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Ammi ab lehenga aur bra pahne huse mirror ke saamne khadi theen. Neeche unka wo bhaari, gheredaar 'Ivory Lehenga' unki kamar par kasa hua tha, jo unke hips ke shape ko perfect dikha raha tha. Aur upar... upar unke gore jism par sirf wo 'Maroon Satin Bra' thi.
Ammi ne apna lehenga apni kamar par kaafi neeche (low-waist) baandha hua tha, bilkul unke hips ki haddi (bone) par. Is wajah se unka lamba, gora midriff (pet ka hissa) poori tarah se expose ho raha tha.
Main almari ki jhirri se mirror mein saaf dekh sakta tha-unka pet bilkul sapaat (flat) aur naram tha. Aur us sapaat pet ke beechon-beech... unki wo gehri, gol nabhi (navel) saaf chamak rahi thi.
Wo nabhi kisi chhote se kuyen (well) ki tarah gehri lag rahi thi. Aas-paas ki skin makhan ki tarah chikni thi. Jab wo tez saansein le rahi theen, toh unka pet andar-bahar ho raha tha, aur wo nabhi bhi uske saath halke se hil rahi thi—kabhi sikudti, kabhi phailti.
Vishal, jo unke peeche khada tha, uski nazar bhi seedha mirror mein unki nabhi par gayi.
"Tumhari yeh navel.." Vishal ne peeche se jhuk kar, apna ek haath unke pet par rakha. Uski ungli seedha unki gehri nabhi ke andar chali gayi. "Ismein toh jaan basti hai meri."
Ammi ne mirror mein dekhte hue ek madhosh siski li, "Ahhh..." jab Vishal ne apni ungli unki nabhi ke andar ghumayi.
Yeh dekh kar mera gala sookh gaya. Meri maa ki nabhi... jise aaj tak maine kabhi dhang se dekha bhi nahi tha... aaj wo mere saamne mirror mein itni clear thi, aur ek gair mard uske saath khel raha tha.
Safed lehenge aur us gehri laal bra ka contrast unke doodh jaise rang par kisi aag ki tarah lag raha tha. Vishal ne mirror mein us nazaare ko dekha aur halke se apni jeebh apne honthon par pheri. "Kya combination hai Aisha..." usne Ammi ke peeche khade hokar, unke nange pet (stomach) par haath pherte hue kaha. "Neeche se dulhan... aur upar se raand."
Ammi ne sharam aur mazey se apni aankhein band kar li. "Vishal... please... " unhone fusfusaya.
Main almari ki jhirri se aankhein phade dekh raha tha. Mirror mein jo nazaara tha, usne meri saansein rok di theen.
Woh bra unke gore jism par behad uttejak (provocative) lag rahi thi. Cups thode chote lag rahe the, kyunki unke bhaari breasts ka aadha hissa upar se ubal raha tha. Unki cleavage ki gehri ghaati mein paseene ki halki chamak thi. Unka pet (stomach) bilkul sapaat tha, aur lehenge ka naada unki nabhi (navel) ke theek neeche bandha hua tha, jo unki kamar ke curves ko aur ubhaar raha tha.
Vishal ne apne ek haath se Ammi ki thodi (chin) ko pakda aur unka chehra dherre se side mein moda, taaki wo unhein kiss kar sake. Ammi ne apni gardan tedhi ki aur peeche mud kar apne honth Vishal ke honthon par rakh diye.
 Vishal unke peeche khada hokar unhein wild tareeke se kiss kar raha tha, unki zabaanein (tongues) ek doosre se ulajh rahi theen.
"Ummm..." Ammi ke munh se kiss ke beech mein hi ek dabi hui siski nikli. Nabhi mein wo chhed-chaad unhein pagal kar rahi thi. Unka pet andar ki taraf sikud gaya (contracted), jisse unki nabhi aur gehri ho gayi aur Vishal ki ungli aur andar tak dhans gayi.
Kiss karte hue aur nabhi se khelte hue, Vishal ka doosra haath dheere se upar sarka... seedha unki peeth par bandhe Maroon Bra ke hooks ki taraf.
Usne kiss toda nahi, bas Ammi ke honthon ko chooste hue hi, usne peeche se bra ke hooks ke saath khelna shuru kiya. Usne pehle hook ko pakda aur halke se kheencha.
Tick. Pehla hook khul gaya.
Bra ka strap thoda dheela hua. Ammi ki saansein tez ho gayin, unka seena tezi se upar-neeche hone laga.
Phir Vishal ne doosre hook par ungli rakhi. Ek shaitani muskurahat uske chehre par thi (jo mirror mein dikh rahi thi) jab usne Ammi ki aankhon mein dekhte hue... Tick. Doosra hook bhi khol diya.
Jaise hi hook khula, bra ka tanaav (tension) khatam ho gaya. Vishal ne kiss tod diya aur dheere se Ammi ke kaan mein fusfusaya, "Girne do ise."
Usne apne haath unke kandhon par rakhe aur bra ke straps ko neeche dhakela. Ammi ne koi virodh nahi kiya. Unhone apne haath neeche gira liye.
Wo chamakti hui Maroon Satin Bra unke smooth kandhon se phisli... unke bhare hue breasts se alag hui... aur zameen par gir gayi.
Aur ab... Mirror mein, Vishal ke theek saamne, Ammi poori tarah se topless khadi theen.
Unke gore, bhare hue breasts azaad hokar halke se hile. Dark brown nipples thandak aur excitement se akad kar sakht ho gaye the. Vishal unke peeche khada tha, aur mirror mein wo unke nange jism ko bhookhi nazron se dekh raha tha.
Us pal... waqt jaise tham gaya. Mere dimaag ke saare fuse ud gaye the.
Bachpan se lekar aaj tak, maine unhein hamesha dupatte mein, hi**b mein, poori tarah dhaka hua dekha tha. Woh meri 'Ammi' theen- pakiza, sakht, aur maryada waali. Mere liye unka jism dekhna toh door, uske baare mein sochna bhi gunaah tha.
Lekin us aaine mein jo main dekh raha tha... wo nazaara mere dimaag par kisi hathode ki tarah laga. Wo tasveer hamesha ke liye mere zehan mein chap gayi.
Ek ajeeb sa current mere poore jism mein daud gaya-adhe darr ka, aadhe excitement ka. Yeh wo cheez thi jo mere liye 'haraam' thi, jo 'forbidden' thi. Par us 'mana' kiye gaye nazaare ko dekhne ki jo dark fascination thi, usne mujhe jakad liya tha.
Mujhe khud par ghinn aa rahi thi, darr lag raha tha, par main apni nazrein hata nahi paaya. Main statue bana baitha raha, saans roke hue. Us pal main bhool gaya ki wo meri maa hain... mujhe bas ek khoobsurat, nangi aurat dikh rahi thi jo apni hawas mein kisi aur ke liye taiyaar khadi thi. Aur yeh sachai mujhe andar se tode ja rahi thi.
Vishal ne fauran apne haath aage badhaye aur peeche se hi unke dono nange breasts ko apni hatheliyon mein bhar liya (cupped them). "Uff... Aisha..." usne unke nipples ko apne angoothon se masalte hue kaha. "Kitne round aur soft hai tere mammey….Inhein dekh kar toh main mar hi jaunga."
Ammi ne apni gardan peeche Vishal ke kandhe par gira di aur ek madhosh siski li-"Aaaahhh..."
Vishal ke haath rukne ka naam nahi le rahe the. Woh Ammi ke bhare hue breasts ko aate (dough) ki tarah masal raha tha. Kabhi wo unhein neeche se support deta, toh kabhi apni hatheliyon se unhein poora cover karke zor se daba deta (squeezed hard).
"Ssshh... aahhh... Vishal..." Ammi ki aankhein band theen aur wo nasha unke poore chehre par dikh raha tha. Unhone apne dono haath peeche le jaakar Vishal ke baalon mein phansa liye aur uska sarr apni gardan par dabaya.
Vishal ne mirror mein dekhte hue ek shaitani muskurahat ke saath kaha, "Sach mein Aisha... inhein toh chupa kar rakhna gunaah hai. Dekho kaise akad gaye hain tumhare nipples... mere liye?"
Usne apni ungliyon ki pakad thodi dheeli ki aur sirf apne angoothon (thumbs) se unke dark brown, tanaav-bhare nipples ko ragadna shuru kiya. Wo unhein circle mein rub kar raha tha, aur kabhi-kabhi halka sa pinch (nochna) kar raha tha.
Ammi ke jism mein current sa daud gaya. Unki nangi chhati (chest) tezi se upar-neeche ho rahi thi.
"Mmmm... haan... wahaan... zor se..." Ammi ne be-sharam hokar whisper kiya. "Boht sensitive ho gaye hain aaj..."
Yeh sunkar Vishal aur bhi wild ho gaya. Usne Ammi ko kamar se pakad kar aur zor se apne groin (crotch) par chipkaya.
"Sensitive hain? Ruko abhi batata hoon..."
Usne ek haath se Ammi ke dono breasts ko beech mein kheencha (pushed them together) taaki unki cleavage aur gehri ho jaye, aur phir jhuk kar unki nangi gardan aur kandhe ke beech ki jagah par zor se kaat liya (bit hard).
"Aiiiii...!" Ammi tadap uthin, par unhone hatne ki bajaye apni peeth ko modkar (arched her back) apne nange boobs ko aur upar utha diya, seedha Vishal ke haathon mein.
Main almari ke andar se yeh sab dekh raha tha, aur meri haalat kharaab thi. Meri maa, jo hamesha sharam-o-haya ki moorat banti theen, abhi ek janwar ki tarah apni hawas poori karwa rahi theen. Unke gore boobs par Vishal ki ungliyon ke laal nishaan padne lage the. Wo nazaara behad ganda tha, par utna hi hypnotic bhi.
Vishal ki aankhon mein ab wo deewanapan aa chuka tha jise rokna namumkin tha.
"Ab bas..." Vishal gurraya. "Ab aur intezaar nahi hota."

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Usne Ammi ko mirror ke saamne se hataya aur ek jhatke mein unhein apni baahon mein utha liya. Ammi ke munh se ek halki si, khushi bhari cheekh nikli-"Ahhh! Vishal!" Unhone girne ke darr se fauran apni dono nangi baahein Vishal ke gale mein daal di aur usse chipak gayin.
Unka nanga, gora seena (chest) Vishal ke coat ke rough kapde se ragad khaya. Unke bhaari breasts Vishal ke seene par dab gaye, aur unke 'Ivory' lehenge ka ghera hawa mein lehra gaya.
Main almari ki jhirri se dekh raha tha kaise wo unhein lekar bed ki taraf badha, lekin mahaul mein ab sirf hawas nahi, ek ajeeb si shararat bhi thi.
"Oof!" Vishal ne chalte hue mazaak mein bhaari saans li. "Yaar…Badi bhaari ho tum toh, Aisha... lagta hai sasuraal ka khaana-peena kuch zyada hi lag raha hai jism ko."
Ammi ne sharam aur hansi ke maare apna maatha Vishal ke kandhe par maar diya. Unhone halke se uske seene par mukka maara.
"Chup karo badmaash!" Ammi ne nakhre se kaha, unki aankhein masti mein naach rahi theen. "Main moti nahi hoon... Tum itne strong ho fir bhi uthaya nahi jaata?"
Vishal ruka nahi, wo unhein lekar chalta raha aur shaitani muskurahat ke saath bola, "Kitna strong hu... yeh toh abhi do minute mein bed par pata chal jayega jaaneman. Waise maine 'moti' kab kaha? Maine toh kaha 'bhari' hui ho..."
Usne unhein thoda sa hawa mein uchhaal kar wapas pakda (adjusted her grip), jisse Ammi ke nange breasts hile aur unke munh se 'Haaye!' nikal gaya.
"...aur wo bhi bilkul sahi jaghon se bhari hui ho," Vishal ne unke seene ki taraf dekhte hue aankh maari.
Ammi khilkhila kar hans padi. Wo hansi ek bharpoor aurat ki thi. Unhone apni naak Vishal ki naak se ragad di.
"Bade besharam ho gaye ho..."
"Tumhara asar toh hoga hi," Vishal ne jawab diya.
Vishal bed ke paas pahuncha aur usne bade hi wild tareeke se Ammi ko naram gadde par patak diya.
Ammi bed par girin, aur unka bhaari lehenga unke charon taraf kisi safed baadalon ki tarah phail gaya. Unke baal, jo juda mein the, ab thode khul gaye aur takiye par bikhar gaye.
Aur wo nazaara... wo mere dimaag ki nasse phadne ke liye kaafi tha. Ammi wahaan leti hui theen-kamar se neeche dulhan ki tarah saji hui, lekin kamar se upar bilkul Nangi.
Letne ki wajah se unke gore, bhare hue breasts thode side mein dhalak gaye the (sloped sideways), par unka size aur shape abhi bhi utna hi perfect aur tempting lag raha tha. Unka sapaat pet aur wo gehri nabhi (navel) ceiling ki taraf point kar rahi thi. Wo bed par leti hui kisi greek devi ki murti lag rahi theen, jo sirf bhog ke liye bani ho.
Vishal ne Ammi ko letane ke baad ek pal bhi barbaad nahi kiya. Uski aankhon mein hawas ki aag dhadak rahi thi.
Usne foran apne kurte ka daaman pakda aur ek jhatke mein use sarr se upar kheencha……. Phirrppp…… Kurta hawa mein lehrata hua zameen par ja gira. Uske neeche usne ek safed banyan (vest) pehni thi, par uska sabr ab khatam ho chuka tha. Usne use bhi gale se pakad kar phaadne waale andaaz mein utaara aur phenk diya.
Ab Vishal kamar se upar bilkul nanga mere saamne khada tha.
Main almari ki jhirri se dekh kar dang reh gaya. Uska jism... wo kisi aam aadmi jaisa nahi tha.
Uska seena (chest) chouda aur patthar jaisa sakht tha, jis par kaale, ghane baal (hair) the jo ek pattern mein neeche uski navel tak ja rahe the. Paseene mein bheega hua uska seena chamak raha tha. Jab usne apne haath hilaye, toh uske biceps kisi football ki tarah akad kar ubhar aaye. Uski veins (nassein) uske muscular haathon par saaf dikh rahi theen.
Woh mere Papa se kahin zyada taqatwar, tagda aur mardana lag raha tha. Ek asli 'Alpha Male' jo kisi ko bhi daba sakta tha.
Ammi neeche leti hui upar dekh rahi theen. Unki nashiili aankhein Vishal ke us bhaari-bharkam, hairy chest par fisal rahi theen. 
"Uff..." Ammi ne madhosh hokar kaha, unki awaaz mein ek admiration thi. "Yeh body... yeh muscles... Vishal, tum toh kisi jungli saand (bull) ki tarah lag rahe ho. Itne sakht kaise ho?"
Vishal ne garv se apna seena phulaya aur apne biceps par haath phera, apni taqat ka numaiysh karte hue.
"Tujhe achha laga nai?" usne shaitani hansi ke saath kaha. " Gym Trainer rah chuka hun main jaanu."
Ammi ne halke se honth kaate, wo uski mardangi dekh kar pighal rahi theen.
Vishal ab rukne waala nahi tha. Wo bed ke kinare khada hua, Ammi ke pairon ke paas.Usne apne salwar ka naada (drawstring) pakda.Ek jhatka... aur naada khul gaya.
Uski aankhon mein ek challenge tha. Bina koi sharam kiye, usne salwar aur uske andar pehna hua underwear... dono ko ek saath pakda.
Ammi ki saansein atak gayin, unki aankhein neeche uske haathon par fixed theen.
Vishal ne ek hi movement mein…..Shuuuppp…..dono kapdon ko neeche kheench diya.
Salwar aur underwear uske pairon mein gir gaye.
Aur wahaan... bed ke kinare... meri maa ke saamne... Vishal poori tarah se Nanga khada tha.
Uss pal kamre ki hawa mein sirf hawas aur darr ki mili-juli mehak thi.
Ammi, jo bed par leti hui theen, unki nazrein Vishal ke lund par atak gayin jo ab unke saamne poori shaan se tana hua th.Unki aankhein, jo pehle nashiili theen, ab hairat se phail gayi theen.
Uska lund kisi sadharan insaan ka nahi lag raha tha. Wo behad mota aur lamba tha, poori taqat se 90-degree par tana hua. Uspar ubhari hui moti, neeli nassein (veins) saaf chamak rahi theen, jaise wo gusse mein phatne waala ho.
Lekin jis cheez ne mujhe sabse zyada chaunka diya, wo uska 'Top' tha.
Mujhe, aur jitne bhi mardon ko main jaanta tha (mere Papa samet), hum sabka 'khatna' (circumcision) ho chuka tha. Humara 'supada' (glans) hamesha khula aur exposed rehta tha.
Par Vishal ka alag tha.
Uske auzaar ke aage skin ki ek extra layer thi-ek 'Foreskin'-jisne uske 'head' ko poori tarah dhak rakha tha, jaise koi hood ho. Wo skin tanaav ki wajah se bilkul tight thi, lekin wo wahaan thi.
Tabhi mere dimaag mein light jali-Vishal 'Uncut' tha.
Uska wo 'band' aur 'dhaka hua' auzaar dekh kar mujhe ek ajeeb sa jhatka laga. Wo mere waale se bilkul alag, aur kahin zyada jungli (wild) aur natural lag raha tha. Uski banawat mein ek aisa kacchapan tha jo mujhe bohot ajeeb aur intimidating laga.
Unhone ek lambi, sisakti hui saans li aur be-khayali mein apni zabaan se apne sookhte hue honthon ko geela kiya. Unke chehre par ek aisi bhookh thi jaise wo sadiyon se pyaasi hon.
"Ohhhh god..." Ammi ke munh se dabi hui awaaz nikli. Unki nazar uske tanaav-bhare, mote laude par thi jo gusse mein laal lag raha tha aur jiski nassein (veins) saaf ubhari hui theen.
"Vishal..." Ammi ne kaanpti awaaz mein kaha, unki nazrein abhi bhi wahin chipki theen. "Tum... tum insaan ho ya janwar? Ise dekho toh... yeh toh kisi lohe ki rod ki tarah akad gaya hai. Ise kaise bardasht karungi main? Yeh toh meri jaan nikaal dega aaj."
Unki awaaz mein darr kam aur ek gandi si excitement zyada thi. Woh challenge kar rahi theen, par saath hi us taqat ke aage samarpan (surrender) karne ke liye bechain theen.
Vishal ne apne daayein haath (right hand) se apne uss mote, tanaav-bhare lund ko pakad liya. 
Usne dheere-dheere apna haath upar-neeche (stroke) karna shuru kiya. Uski 'foreskin' uske 'head' ke upar glide kar rahi thi-kabhi use dhakti, kabhi expose karti. Yeh movement dekhna mere liye behad ajeeb aur hypnotizing tha.
Vishal ne Ammi ki aankhon mein dekhte hue, ek mocking (mazaak udane waali) smile ke saath poocha, "Sach batao Aisha... kya tumhare shauhar ke paas aisa kuch hai? Ya wo bechara abhi bhi un purane, thande auzaaron se kaam chala raha hai?"
Ammi ne bed par lete-lete ek ghrina (disgust) bhari hansi hasi. Unki aankhein Vishal ke haath ki movement par tiki hui theen.
"Wo?" Ammi ne nakli taras khate hue kaha. "Arre uske paas toh jo hai, wo aadha waqt sota rehta hai. Aur jab jagta bhi hai... toh tumhare is 'janwar' ke saamne toh wo bas ek bachkana khilona (toy) lagta hai. Usmein na toh dum hai, na hi ye... garmi."
Yeh sunkar mujhe laga kisi ne mere dil par khanjar chala diya ho. Meri Ammi mere Papa ki mardangi ka mazaak uda rahi theen, wo bhi apne lover ke saamne.
Lekin agla jhatka isse bhi bada tha.
Vishal ne apne stroke ki speed thodi badhayi. Uski foreskin uske 'head' ke upar tezi se glide kar rahi thi. Usne ek shaitani muskurahat ke saath Ammi ki aankhon mein dekha aur achanak poocha:
"Aur wo tumhara 'honhaar' beta? Wo toh dikhne mein shareef lagta hai. Kya usmein koi aag hai? Ya wo bhi apne baap ki tarah bas ek thanda putla hai?"
Mera saans atak gaya. Main almari ke andhere mein, apni maa ke jawab ka intezaar karne laga. Mujhe laga shayad wo kaheingi ki main acha hoon, ya shareef hoon.
Lekin Ammi ne bed par lete-lete ek zor ki, mazaak udaane waali hansi hasi. Unki nazrein Vishal ke hilte hue auzaar par hi chipki theen, jaise unhein duniya ki kisi aur cheez ki parwah hi na ho.
"Sahil?" Ammi ne ek ghrina (disgust) bhare tone mein kaha. "Arre woh? woh bilkul 'bhola' aur 'masoom' hai... Aur thoda sa Bevaqoof bhi "
Yeh sunkar mujhe laga kisi ne mere gaal par thappad maar diya ho.
Ammi ne baat jaari rakhi, unki awaaz mein mere liye koi izzat nahi thi.
"Wo toh ek number ka 'Buddhu' hai. Use duniyadaari ki koi samajh nahi hai. Abhi bhi apni khayali duniya mein rehta hai. Use toh ladkiyon se baat karne mein bhi paseene chhoot te hain. Mujhe nahi lagta use 'Passion' ya 'Sex' ke bare mein pata bhi ho?"
Unhone Vishal ko ek nashiili, seductive look diya aur kaha, " Sach bataun to uski bachkani harkaton se main thodi pareshan bhi hun… Mujhe toh kabhi-kabhi shaq hota hai ki wo kabhi kisi aurat ko khush kar bhi payega ya nahi."
Yeh sunte hi mera dimaag sunn pad gaya.
Meri Ammi...... wo mujhe 'Stupid' aur 'Namard' maan rahi theen?
Unhone mere character, meri samajh, aur meri mardaangi... sabka mazaak uda diya tha, wo bhi us nange aadmi ke saamne jiske saath wo sone ja rahi theen.
Yeh sunte hi mere andar kuch toot gaya.
Gussa... ek tez, jala dene waala gussa mere seene mein ubalne laga. Yeh wo gussa nahi tha jo kisi galati par aata hai, yeh wo gussa tha jo Zillat se paida hota hai.
Main almari ke andhere mein kaanpne laga-darr se nahi, balki krodh se. Meri mutthiyan itni zor se band ho gayin ki mere nakhun meri hatheli ki khaal mein gad gaye, par mujhe dard mehsoos nahi hua.
Meri maa…… wo ek nange, hawas ke maare aadmi ke saamne meri mardaangi ka mazaak uda rahi thi? Sirf isliye taaki wo uss aadmi ki ego ko massage kar sake? Sirf isliye taaki wo usse aur zor se chud sake?
"Main 'Bevaqoof' hoon?" maine mann hi mann cheekh kar kaha. "Main 'Masoom' hoon? Ammi, agar main masoom hota toh aaj yahaan almari mein chup kar tumhari yeh ghinouni kartoot nahi dekh raha hota!"
Mujhe unpar itni zor se ghin aayi ki main bata nahi sakta. Unhone meri izzat, meri shakhsiyat ko us Vishal ke pairon mein kuchal diya tha. Unhone mujhe 'Namard' karaar de diya tha taaki wo Vishal ke 'lund' ki taareef kar sakein.
Mera khoon khaul raha tha. Mera mann kiya ki main Vishal ke uss khade lund ko tod doon aur Ammi ke chehre par thook doon.
Lekin main bebas tha. Main wahaan ek chuhe ki tarah chupa hua tha, aur yahi baat mere gusse ko aur badha rahi thi. Unki kahi hui har baat sach sabit ho rahi thi-main wakaayi kuch nahi kar pa raha tha.
Meri aankhein gusse se laal ho gayin. Aansu aa rahe the, par dukh ke nahi, nafrat ke.
Aaj pehli baar... mujhe apni maa se Nafrat mehsoos hui. Ek aisi nafrat jo mere dil mein hamesha ke liye baithne waali thi.
Vishal ne Ammi ki baat sunkar ek vijayi (victorious) hansi hasi. Use maza aa raha tha.
Usne apne stroke ko aur tez kar diya aur Ammi ki taraf badha...
Vishal ne ek laparwah andaaz mein haath jhatka, jaise usne mere aur Papa ke wajood ko makkhi ki tarah uda diya ho.
"Chhodo un logon ko..." Vishal ne gurrate hue kaha. "Unki baat karke mood kharaab nahi karte. Abhi yahaan sirf main hoon... aur tum ho."