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Adultery Meri Pakiza Ammijaan Ka Bhrashtikaran
Bahut khub,ekdum kamaal ka update.
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Behad hi mast update
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Fantastic and fabulous update
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Ekdum faadu,fataka aur dhamaka update
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Bahut badhiya update
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Chamatkar aur ekdum zabardast update.
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Bahut badhiya,bahut hi shandar aur ekdum zabardast update. Bahut achi writing.
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Ekdum chamatkar aur bahut bahut shandar update
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Excellent and absolutely enticing writing ✍️
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Bahut bahut shandar aur mazadar writing
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Bahut badhiya,bahut bahut mast,bahut hi shandar story hai yah
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Really extraordinary and interesting update
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Sab logon ka replies ke liye bahut bahut shukriya, agla update kal aa jayega, aur ye wala update bahut zyada hot hone wala hai.


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Chamatkar update
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Absolutely wonderful and stunning story with brilliant writing skills. Just awesome and amazing development. Eagerly waiting for the next update.
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(01-01-2026, 09:56 PM)Deepak_bull Wrote: Sab logon ka replies ke liye bahut bahut shukriya, agla update kal aa jayega, aur ye wala update bahut zyada hot hone wala hai.

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(01-01-2026, 09:56 PM)Deepak_bull Wrote: Sab logon ka replies ke liye bahut bahut shukriya, agla update kal aa jayega, aur ye wala update bahut zyada hot hone wala hai.

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CHAPTER 7

Kya meri paak aur wafadar mom Gajendra ke chhune
se affect ho gayi hai? Aur dadi Zainab aajkal itna ajeeb
kyun behave kar rahi hain?



Main shuru mein poore waqiye par Gajendra ke saath gussa nahi tha—kam se kam
 pehle to nahi. Jab main phoolon ke peeche chhupne ki jagah se chupke se nikal 
aaya, mera dimagh sab samajhne ki jaldi mein daud raha tha. 

Shayad woh bas 
mazaaq kar raha tha, maine khud se kaha, uske shabd be-tarteeb mazaaq ki
 koshish, woh tarika jo kuchh mard bina soche phenk dete hain. 

Lekin Ammi ne
 ise gambheerata se liya tha, unka chehra us halke tareeke se sakht ho gaya tha 
jo woh karti thi jab koi cheez andar se pareshan karti thi. 

Hamara deen ek shaadi-shuda aurat ko kisi dusre mard ke chhune ki ijaazat nahi 
deta—aise hi haath lagna ya nahi; yeh ek hadd thi jo hamari parvarish mein likhi hui 
thi, izzat aur pakeezgi ki lakeer jo cheezon ko saaf rakhti thi. 

Main thoda khud se
 hans bhi liya jab door jaate hue, socha ki unhone uske "galti se" haath chhune par 
zyada reaction diya hose theek karte waqt. "Chalo Ammi," maine socha baad mein
 unko kahunga, "Gajendra bas madad kar raha tha—shayad kuchh matlab nahi tha." 

Lekin phir bhi, mujhe uski niyat ka yaqeen nahi tha. Uske nazron ka tiktak rehna,
 shabdon mein chhupi tezi—ye mujhe khaane lagi, ek chuppi shak jo poori tarah mit 
nahi raha tha. 

Baqi dopahar aam zindagi ke dhundhle mein guzar gayi, jaise woh ajeeb mulaqaat 
bas ek guzarne waala baadal thi saaf din mein. Daadi Zainab aur Nana Qadir bazaar 
se thodi der baad laute, unke haathon mein sabziyon ke extra thailay, taazi ajwain, 
aur woh khaas mirchein jo Daadi apni recipes ke liye qasam kha kar leti thi. Woh ghar 
mein dhoom macha kar aaye, bazaar ki kahaniyan sunaate hue, ek purane dukandaar 
ke pehchaanne par hans rahe the jo Nana ko saalon pehle se jaanta tha. 

Ammi ne unka garam dil se istaqbaal kiya, bhale hi maine unki aankhon mein ek halka
 saaya dekha—shayad dopahar ki bechaini ka bacha hua—lekin unhone ise achhe se 
chhupa liya, dinner ki taiyaari mein lag gayi. 

Shaam dhalte hi ghar parivaar ki tasalli bakhsh aadaton se zinda ho utha. Sooraj neeche 
utra, khidkiyon se lambi parchaaiyan daal raha tha, aur hawa mein kitchen se aati hue 
masaledaar khushboo se bhar gayi. Ammi aur Daadi wahaan saath thi, khaane ki 
jaadugari ki jodi, unki awaazein kaatne, hilane aur chakhne ke saath mil kar goonj rahi thi. 


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Ammi apne roz ke kapdon mein thi lekin kamar par apron bandhi hui, apni tez lachak se
 hil rahi thi, jabki Daadi ne baazoo chadhaaye hue thi aur dupatta saaf tuk kar rakha tha,
 gaon ka andaaz laati hui—haath se masale pees kar, thodi thodi cheez daalte hue, 
dhaiyon ki hikmat ke saath. 

Baithak mein hum teen—main, Nana Qadir, aur Abbu (jo apni dukaan se laute the jab 
masjid se azaan goonji)—sofe par aaram se baithe the, yun hi baatein kar rahe the. Abbu 
ne jootey utaar diye the, peeche tika kar thake lekin khush aah bhari, god mein ledger 
khula rakha tha din ke hisaab likhte hue. Nana saamne baithe the, tasbeeh haath mein, 
kabhi kabhi ungliyon se chalate hue, jabki main zameen par cushion par pada tha, aadha 
sun raha, aadha phone par scroll kar raha. 

"Lambi din thi dukaan par, Hussain?" Nana ne poocha, unka sur gehra aur mustaqil, aankhon
 mein nana wali utsaukta chamak rahi thi. 

Abbu ne sar hilaya, ledger ek pal ke liye band kar. 

"Busy, Abbu—Eid ke baad bhi bikri jaari thi. Log pariwar se milne ke liye cheezein le rahe 
the. Lekin achha—,.' deta hai." 

Nana muskuraye. "Imaandaar mehnat hamesha deti hai. Gaon mein hum faslein kapde ke 
badle haaftavaar bazaar mein badalte the. Koi ledger nahi, bas haath milaana." 

Maine beech mein bola. "Maths se aasaan lagta hai, Nana. Abbu hamesha numbers gin 
rahe hote hain." 

Abbu hanse. "Dimagh tez rakhta hai, beta. Ek din tum sambhaloge—abhi se seekh lo." 

Kitchen se hansi sunai di—Daadi ki zor daar qahqaha Ammi ke halke ke saath mil raha tha.
 Ek pal mein, jab maine mud kar dekha, Daadi Ammi ke peeche aayi khelte hue, unke haath
 badhe aur Ammi ki badi gaand ko pyar se halka sa dabaya, jaise daadiyan bina soche karti 
hain, sab mazaaq mein. 



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"Shahida, teri yeh gaand ab bhi utni hi mazboot hai jaise gaon mein murgiyon ke peeche 
daudti thi!" Daadi ne chheda, awaaz mein sharaarat bhari hui. 

Daadi: (achanak phir Ammi ki gaand pakad kar jab woh bartaan ke liye haath badhati hain,
 hanste hue) "Mmmh! Bilkul meri jaise! Mujhe pata tha tu yeh barkat mujhse lega. Dekh—
mazboot, bilkul apni ammi jaise!" 

Ammi: (hairaan, phir hanste hue) "Mama! Yeh kya kar rahi ho?!" (door hatne ki koshish, 
lekin aur zor se hans padti hain) 

Daadi: (pakde hue, sar hilate hue) "Nahi nahi, mujhe mehsoos karne de! Yeh quality hai—
purane dinon jaise. Sochti hai main un chhoti kursiyon mein fit hoti thi? Nahi! Hum jagah 
lete hain, izzat command karte hain! Yahi wajah hai ki tere Nana ne mujhse shaadi ki." 

Ammi: (chehra chhupa kar, sharminda lekin khush) "Mama, ruk jao! Koi andar aa gaya to?!" 

Daadi: (haath hila kar, ab bhi pakde hue) "Aane do! Dekhne do ki asli auratein aise hi banti 
hain. Tere abbujan ko meri pasand thi—" 

Ammi: (hanste hue, beech mein rok kar) "Theek hai theek hai, yeh nahi sunna!" 

Daadi: (muskurate hue, aakhir chhod kar) "Main serious hoon, meri beti. Yeh teri taqat hai. 
Kabhi kisi ko sharminda na hone dena iske liye. Is jism ki hifazat karna, samjhi? Yeh tera 
hai, sundar hai, aur hamara hai." 

Ammi: (muskurate hue, kamar par haath rakh kar) "Theek hai, Mama. Hifazat karungi." 

Daadi: (sar hila kar khush) "Achha. Ab chicken ke saath madad kar warna jal jayega." 

Ammi ne sar hilaya, ab bhi qahqaha karte hue. "Tum nahi sudhrogi. Lekin theek—namak do." 

Yeh baat hava ko halka kar gayi, un donon ke beech pyar bhare rishte ki yaad dilaati hui. 

Jaldi hi dinner taiyaar, table par garam garam dishes se saj gayi, poora ghar jannat ki 
khushboo se bhar gaya. Hum paanch— Ammi, Abbu, Nana Qadir, Daadi Zainab, aur main—
dining table par ikattha hue, kamre mein upar ki light se halki roshni, deewaron par garam 
parchaaiyan. 

Plates par dher lagi hui: 

Daadi ki teekhi karahi chicken, nam aur unke raaz waale masala se bhari; Ammi ka fluffy 
chawal pulao kishmish aur nuts se saja; garam roti tawa se utri hui; thandi hone ke liye dahi
 raita; aur nimbu aur chaat masala waala sada kheere tamatar ka salad. 

Yeh ek dawat thi,
 sadi lekin dher saari, woh jis se din ki pareshaniyan bhool jaati hain. 

Hum lage haath, shuru mein chamchon ki khanak aur khush numein se khamoshi bhari. 
Phir Abbu ne pehla niwala kha kar khush aah bhari. 

"Shahida, Ammi ji—ye kamaal hai. Karahi... bilkul gaon jaise." 

Daadi Zainab chamki, unko aur roti deti hui. "Saara credit teri biwi ko, Hussain—usne aanch 
bilkul theek rakhi. Lekin mera masala madad kiya, hai na?" 

Ammi sharma kar muskurayi, Nana ko paros kar. "Nahi, Ammi—tumhare haathon ne jaadu 
kiya. Main bas tumhari pairvi ki." 

Nana Qadir ne sar hilaya, roti ka tukda phaad kar gravy mein duboya. "Dono—ustad. Yeh 
chicken nam, lazzatdaar... ghar ke tyohaar yaad dilaati hai. Tumhare haathon ko dua." 


Maine niwala nigla, muskurate hue. "Sabse behtar dinner. Daadi, woh masala—teekha lekin
 hadd mein. Aur Ammi ke chawal perfect, badalon jaise halke." 

Abbu hanse. "Sunte ho expert ki. Lekin sach, khawateenon, tumne hadd kar di. Hum mard
 khushnaseeb hain." 

Daadi Ammi ko aankh maari. "Suna, Shahida? Hamare mard qadr karte hain. Qadir, kya 
kehte ho—mere ghar ke khaane se behtar?" 

Nana ne sochne ka naatak kiya, phir mazaaq kiya, "Achha, ghar mein Shahida ki madad nahi
 thi. Yeh do guna behtar—gaon ki auraton ko mat batana." 

Ammi ne khelte hue haath se maara. "Abbu! Jhagda mat shuru karo. Lekin shukriya—sabko.
 Khaao; aur hai." 

Hum aise hi jaari rahe, taarifein aage peeche, table garmahat aur hansi se zinda, din ka pehla 
ajeebpan parivaar ki tasalli mein dhundhla gaya. 

Raat mein, jab ghar shaant hua, hum sab sone chale gaye. Ammi aur Abbu apne kamre mein, 
darwaza dheere band. Abbu sidha bathroom mein nahane, paani ki awaaz roz ki shaam ki 
aadat. 

Ammi apni makeup table par baithi, chhoti aaine mein thaki lekin soch mein doobi shakal 
dikhai de rahi thi halki lamp ki roshni mein. Woh gehri soch mein lagti thi, ungliyan cream ke 
jar ke kinaare par chal rahi thi, chehra door jaise koi pareshan karne waali baat dohra rahi ho. 

Unhe din ka woh pareshan karne waala Gajendra yaad aa gaya—achanak darwaze par 
khatkhatahat, baagh mein "madadgar" ghusbaith. Yaad taaza thi: uske chhupaye taarif, nazron
 ka tikna, aur khaas kar hose bandhte waqt haath chhuna. 


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Uske rough ungliyan unki par lagna, madad ke bahane ek second zyada tikna. Ab unki rooh 
kaanp uthi. Kaise usne himmat ki? Ek ajnabi, niyat mein bold, unki muqaddas haddon ko 
cross karte hue. 

Abbu nahaa kar nikle, towel gardan par, unki haalat dekh kar. "Shahida? Kahin kho gayi ho. 
Sab theek?" 

Ammi palak jhapkai, zabardasti muskurayi. "Oh, kuchh nahi, jaan. Bas din se thak gayi—
 Ammi ke saath khaana banaana, aana jaana." 



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"Haan, sach," unhone zid ki, khadi hokar bistar ki chadar theek karne. "Jaao, hisaab poora 
kar lo. Main theek hoon." 

Abbu ne chehra dekha lekin sar hilaya. "Theek hai—agar tum kehti ho. Zaroorat pade to
 bulaana." Unki tasalli se khush, woh baithak mein chale gaye din ke hisaab ke liye, ledger 
haath mein. 

Akele, Ammi ne khud se kaha ki unhe Gajendra ke chhune ke liye rab se madad chahiye—
woh na-pasand chhuan jaise daagh laga hua. Woh kamre ke kone mein jaa-,,., par 
gayi, dheere se bichha kar, qibla rukh. Ghutne tek kar, dua shuru ki, pehle dheemi awaaz, 
phir mazboot. 

"Ya ,.', aaj ki koi kami maaf karna. Ajnabiyon ki nazron aur chhuan se hifazat karna. 
Woh aadmi—niyat saaf nahi thi; mehsoos kiya. Uske chhuan se paak kar do, Ya Rabb. 
Mujhe apni pardah mein aur mazboot banao, aise maqaamaat se door rakho. 






"Meri family ko barkat do, fitne se bachaao. Ameen." 

Maine hallway se chupke dekha jab apne kamre ja raha tha—unki shakal sajde mein, 
haath uthaaye dua mein. Jab khatam ki, Abbu laute, unko ab bhi jaa-,,., par paya. 

Abbu: (dheere, kamre mein aate hue aur Ammi ko dua mein dekha, awaaz mein jazbaat) 
"Habibti… der ho gayi. Bistar par aao. Aaj itni gehri dua kyun?" 

Ammi: (dheere, ab bhi jhuki, haath jode) "Abhi nahi, mere pyare. Mera dil… bhari hai. 
Ise paak karna hai." 

Abbu: (paas baith kar, fikr se) "Paak karna? Kis cheez se? Aaj kuchh hua? Bata sakti ho." 

Ammi: (sar hilate, aankhen band) "Kuchh aisa nahi jo tum theek kar sako. Bas… duniya 
itni na-paak hai. Kabhi chhoti si cheez bhi daagh jaise lagti hai." 

Abbu: (dheere kandhe par haath rakh kar) "Daagh? Habibti, tum sabse paak rooh ho jo 
jaanta hoon. Jo bhi hai, tumhari galti nahi." 

Ammi: (awaaz thodi tooti) "Pata hai, lekin… bas Rab se mangna hai hifazat. Mujhe 
mazboot rakhe. Kabhi aisa… ganda mehsoos na karna pade." 

Abbu: (hairaan, gale laga kar) "Ganda? Matlab?" 

Ammi: (jaldi, rok kar) "Nahi nahi, woh nahi jo soch rahe ho. Bas… paaki kitni naazuk hai 
iski yaad. Behtar hona hai, Uske aur qareeb rehna." 

Ab main apne bedroom mein, ghar andhera aur shaant, maine dusre kamre mein mud kar 
dekha jahaan Nana Qadir aur Daadi Zainab so rahe the. Kuchh galat laga—darwaza thoda 
khula, andar se halki roshni. 

Chupke dekha: Nana bistar par kharraate le rahe the, blanket mein lipte soye hue. 

Lekin Daadi, peeli sleeveless nightdress mein, headboard se tika baithi thi, phone pakde, 
ungliyan type kar rahi thi, chehre par halki muskurahat. 

Maine socha shayad doston ko message—din bhar dekha tha phone nikaal kar type karte 
hue woh focused andaaz. Lekin muskurahat alag thi—raaz bhari, jaise khushi se, aam 
baaton wali nahi. 

Unhone Nana ko dekha, pakka kiya ki so rahe hain, phir dheere uthi, shawl odhi, aur bahar 
nikli, aankhen screen par, type karte hue muskurati hui. 



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Mujhe hairaani—ab is waqt kahaan? Chalte hue phone par chipki, screen ki roshni chehre 
par, woh muskurahat jaari, garam aur dilchasp. 

Mujhe Daadi ki zindagi ka zyada pata nahi—kya yeh raat ki aadat thi—lekin mere liye naya 
tha. Shayad purane doston se baat, gaon ki gossip. Lekin dost ab so rahe honge; der ho 
gayi thi. Kuchh khaane laga. 

Woh bahar veranda ki taraf gayi, deewar se tika, ab bhi type, jawaabon par muskurahat 
badhi. Phir phone baja—dheemi vibration raat ki khamoshi mein—jis se baat kar rahi thi
 usi ka. Hairaan hokar idhar udhar dekha, phir uthaya, kaan par lagaya. 

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Baat shuru ki, awaaz dheemi, kabhi halki hansi nikalti. Baad mein haath muh par rakh kar
 hairaani ya khushi se, jaise kuchh mazedaar ya shock waala bola, lekin muskurati rahi, 
chehra screen se roshan. 

Maine socha shayad doston se gossip, raat ki gaon ki kahaniyan. Lekin ek cheez hairaan 
ki—woh ghar ke veranda ke bahar washroom ki taraf gayi, call par, muskurate hue baat 
karte. 

Andar gayi, darwaza dheere band kiya click ke saath. 

Main pareshan—kya itna zaroori? Privacy kyun? Raat ki hawa bhari lagi, sawaal dimagh 
mein ghumte hue jab main bistar ki taraf gaya, din ke waqiyaat aur yeh naya raaz bechain
 kar rahe the. 



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Awesome update
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Really mind blowing update. Sensual and well planned writing styles.
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