Adultery Meri Pakiza Ammijaan Ka Bhrashtikaran

[Sintia]

Dadi and Ammijan should have only one illicit and forbidden lover and it should be Gajendra. It will be extremely hot and erotic if there will be threesome sex encounter among Bahu-Sas-Gajendra or Maa-beti-Gajendra in future.

Lovely ideas

[Rahul007]

Excellent and perfect writing

[Slyboy]

Awesome update

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CHAPTER 8


Kya Gajendra meri mom ke peeche peeche har jagah ja raha hai,
woh chahta kya hai?





Daadi Zainab aur Nana Qadir ke post-Eid visit ko ab do hafte ho gaye the, aur ghar unki maujoodgi
 se ek aaraamdeh lehje mein bas gaya tha. 

Yeh chaudah din tyohaar ke halke silsile jaise lage—subah Nana ki gaon ki kahaniyan, dopahar Daadi
 ki kitchen mein madadgar haath, aur shaam parivaar table ke gird ikattha, hansi aur sada khaanon
 ke saath. 

Shuru ki josh ab aadati ban gayi thi, lekin chhoti chhoti cheezein badalne lagi thi jinhe main theek 
se pakad nahi pa raha tha. Daadi zyada energetic lag rahi thi, aksar "chhoti sair" ya kaam ke liye
 bahar nikalti, jabki Ammi apne roz ke kaamon mein lagi rahi, bhale hi maine unki aankhon mein 
kabhi kabhi chuppi soch dekhi. 

Padosi Gajendra us ajeeb baagh waqiye ke baad chup raha tha, uska balcony aksar khaali, jis se maine
 yaad ko peeche dhakel diya. Zindagi aage badhi, andaza aur aman se, ya aisa hi laga. 

Ek subah aayi, jab main pajame mein neeche utra, aankhon se neend malte hue, Ammi ko hamesha ki 
tarah kitchen mein paya, unka garam aur tarteeb waala ilaqa. 

Woh stove par parathe palat rahi thi, 
aasani se, dupatta kandhon par dheela pada, dheemi dhun gun guna rahi thi. Kamra aaraamdeh tha, 
kettle se bhaap uthti, counter par belan se aata chhida hua. 

Lekin aaj kuchh alag tha. Daadi Zainab uth chuki thi aur tayyar, roz ki nightdress mein sust subah nahi,
 balki saaf salwar kameez mein matching dupatte ke saath, baal peeche bandhe, din ke liye tayyar lag 
rahi thi. Woh Ammi ki sabzi kaatne mein madad kar rahi thi, harkatein tezi aur maqsad se, chehre par
 halki muskurahat. 

Maine socha kyun—Daadi aksar thodi der zyada soti thi, shehar ki susti enjoy karti thi bina subah ke 
kaamon ke, jabki Nana Qadir ab bhi unke kamre mein gehri neend mein the, unki kharraatein patli 
deewaron se goonj rahi thi door ki bijli jaise, masjid ki azaan jitni mustaqil. Woh hamesha zyada
 kharraate lete the, saalon ki gaon ki sakht mehnat ki aadat, lekin yeh tasalli bakhsh thi apni aadati 
mein. 

"Subah bakhair, beta," Ammi ne kaha, mujhe dekh kar garam muskurahat ke saath parathon ki plate 
meri taraf sarkaayi. "Neend achhi aayi?" 

"Haan, Ammi," maine jawaab diya, table par baith kar. "Daadi, aaj jaldi uth gayi. Sab theek?" 

Humne saath breakfast kiya—parathe dahi ke saath, taaza phal, aur aur chai—table par din ke baare 
mein aasaan baatein. Ammi ne apni roz ki Friday ki bazaar shopping ka zikr kiya hafte ki cheezon ke 
liye, jabki Daadi sar hilati rahi, aankhen kabhi khidki ki taraf jaise kuchh intezaar kar rahi ho. 

Breakfast ke baad, jab main plates saaf karne mein madad kar raha tha, Daadi ne Ammi ko kitchen 
mein alaahda kheench liya, awaaz dheemi lekin joshili. "Shahida, beta, main soch rahi thi—aaj phir 
butchery jaana chahti hoon. Kuchh taaza mutton le aaoon us khaas curry ke liye jo waada kiya tha. 
Tera beta mujhe le jaaye; usse raasta pata hai." 

Ammi (Shahida): (kaam rok kar upar dekh kar) "Butchery, Mama? Hafte ke liye gosht kafi hai. Kya
 zaroorat?" 

Daadi: (sar ka dupatta theek karte hue, sur halka lekin zid se) "Ah, lekin pata nahi kab extra 
chahiye ho jaaye. Tere chacha aa sakte hain, ya tere abbujan ko apna pasand tukda chahiye. Taiyaar
 rehna hamesha achha." 

Zaid: (magazine band kar, utsauk) "Daadi, mujhe kyun aana? Bas bata do kya laana hai." 

Daadi: (dheere hanste hue, sar hilate) "Nahi nahi. Mujhe tujhe chahiye wahaan. Teri achhi aankh
 hai, aur woh kasai Suraj teri izzat karta hai. Kuchh khaas maangna ho to sunega." 





Ammi: (apni ammi ko ghour se dekh kar, sur mein thodi sharaarat) "Khaas? Mama, aisa laga rahi ho
 jaise badi baat ho. Bas gosht hai." 

Daadi: (haath hila kar, darwaze ki taraf badhte hue) "Is ghar ko khilaane mein har cheez badi baat
 hai. Ab Zaid, sandals pehen. Zyada der nahi lagegi." 

Zaid: (khada hokar, ammi ko muskurate hue) "Fikr mat karo, Ammi. Main Daadi ko gum nahi hone 
doonga." 

Ammi: (ruk kar, Daadi ki shakal par nazar daal kar) "Mama… tumne makeup lagaya hai." 

Daadi: (gaal par dheere chhoo kar, bekhudi dikhaate) "Makeup? Yeh? Bas thoda powder, Shahida. Aaj 
dhoop tez hai." 

Zaid: (muskurate hue, uth kar) "Daadi, butchery jaate waqt lipstick nahi lagati. Kya baat hai?" 

Daadi: (hanste hue, haath hila kar) "Tum bachche zyada notice karte ho! Kuchh nahi. Bas presentable 
dekhna chahti thi. Sadak par pata nahi kis se mil jaaye." 

Ammi: (bhaun utha kar, honthon par smirk) "Presentable? Mama, gosht khareedne ja rahi ho, shaadi 
mein nahi." 

Daadi: (dupatta theek kar, nazrein bacha kar) "Shahida, har cheez par sawaal kyun? Zaid, chalo. Achhe
 tukde khatam hone se pehle jaana hai." 

Ammi: (muskurate hue, sar hilate hue hume jaate dekh) "Pakka karna ki aadhi dukaan na laaye!" 

Daadi: (hanste hue, Zaid ka baazu dheere kheench kar) "Shahida, hamesha mazaaq! Jaldi waapas aa 
jaayenge." 

Hum taazi subah mein bahar nikle, sadkein roz ki hala chal se bhari hui, lekin aaj Daadi tezi se chal 
rahi thi, kadam teekhe aur zid se, lagbhag jaldi mein, jo unki roz ki sust raftaar se alag tha. Woh apna 
chhota purse mazbooti se pakde thi, dupatta peeche udta hua. 

"Daadi, thoda dheere," maine kaha, halki daud se paas aate hue. "Itni tezi kyun? Butchery kahin nahi 
ja rahi." 

Unhone tezi se muskurate hue mujhe dekha, raftaar nahi ghati. "Oh, beta, bas crowd se pehle 
pahunchne ki jaldi. Bazaar jaante ho—achhe tukde pehle jaate hain. Aur taazi hawa achhi lag rahi; 
gaon ke raaston ki yaad dilaati." 





"Sahi," maine jawaab diya, unki raftaar milate hue. "Lekin aisa lag raha jaise late ho rahi ho. Sab theek? 
Tum... joshili lag rahi ho." 

Daadi dheere hanse, haath hila kar. "Cooking ke liye excited, bas. Tere Nana ko meri mutton curry 
pasand; hafte se nahi banayi. Chalo, paas raho—budhiya jaise main tumse aage nahi nikal jaani 
chahiye!" 

Main hans diya, baat taal di. "Theek, race karte hain." 

Suraj: [humare paas aate dekh kar, zor se muskurata hai] Arre, dekho kaun aaya phir! Mubarak ho, 
dost—tum is sundar aurat ko itni jaldi phir mere stall par laaye. Bazaar roshan ho gaya! 

Main: Sach mein, Daadi ne hi kaha aaj aana hai. 

Daadi: [khelte hue mera baazu thapthapaati] Chup kar! Raaz mat bata. 

Suraj: [zor se hansta] Haha, fark nahi padta kisne faisla kiya—mujhe khushi hai tujhe dekh kar, Zainab.
 Kal ki mulaqaat bahut chhoti thi. Aao, aaj ke sabse achhe tukde dikhaata hoon. 

Daadi: [garam muskurahat] Kal jo gosht liya tha woh kamaal tha, Suraj. Itna taaza—ghar sabne pasand 
kiya. 

Suraj: [aankhen chamak uthi] Yeh sun kar dil khush ho gaya. Aaj kya dil kar raha? Bakre ki pasliyan 
shayad? Abhi perfect hain... ya meri khaas moti sausages try karogi? Lamba, rasbhara, aur jab aurat
 achhe se maange to hamesha tayyar. 

Daadi: [halki muskurahat, thodi nazar hata kar] Bakre ki pasliyan abhi achhi lag rahi. Dikhao kya hai. 

Suraj: [paas aata hai, dheere unka haath pakad kar stall ke andar le jaata] Idhar—andar thandi hai. 
Tumhare deen ki zyadatar auratein dusre mardon ka haath bhi nahi pakadti, lekin tum... alag ho. 
Tumhe khushamadeed karna khaas lagta hai. Aur jaante ho, jo cheez pehle haraam lagti hai woh sahi 
chhuan se bilkul halaal ban jaati hai. 





Daadi: [aur muskurate hue, sur halka rakhte, haath nahi chhudati] Zindagi chhoti hai har chhote 
niyam ke liye, Suraj. Thodi garmahat ne kisi ko nuksaan nahi pahunchaya. 

Suraj: [andar le jaata, ab bhi haath dheere pakde] Sahi kaha. Yahan baitho is stool par—mere 
pasandida graahakon ke liye sabse achhi seat. [aaraam se baithne mein madad] Aaraam karo jab main 
sabse achhe tukde laata hoon. Kal tumhara sundar gosht dheele shawl ke neeche chhupa tha, lekin aaj
... oh, sab kuchh saaf, poora dikhai de raha. Asli quality ki qadr karna aasaan ho gaya. 

Daadi: [dheere qahqaha, dupatta theek karte hue jaan kar muskurahat] Phir taarif? Tum bahut meetha
 ho. Kal ki chhoti baat cheet ne socha se zyada maza diya. 

Suraj: [tukde taiyaar karte hue thoda jhuk kar] Yahan bhi. Tum mein itni lachak hai—nadar. Aur woh 
number yaad hai jo diya tha? Kabhi call karna... gosht ke liye, ya bas baat ke liye. Khaas kar agar woh 
sausages ke baare mein utsauk ho—to hamesha taaza aur taskeen bakhsh. Zainab, tum meri sausages 
taste kar sakti ho [aankh maarta hai] Jaanta hoon woh haraam hain. 

Daadi: [muskurate hue, aankhen thodi chamak] Suraj, tum jaante ho hamara deen pork ke sausages 
"khaane" ki ijaazat nahi deta. 

Suraj: [khelte hue muskurata] Fikr mat karo, har haraam cheez paak nahi ban sakti. 

Daadi: [muskurate hue, aankhen chamak] Dekha jayega. 

Main: Daadi, bakre ki pasliyan le rahe hain ya chicken? Chicken jaldi ban jaati. 

Daadi: [shaant mud kar] Pehle dekhte hain Suraj kya suggest karta hai, pyare. 

Suraj: [mujhe dekhta, phir Daadi ko muskurate hue] Teri daadi quality jaanti hai. Yeh pasliyan
 dekho—nam aur perfect. Lekin agar kuchh bold chahiye to meri sausages be-misaal. Jo bhi 
pasand ho waise hi kaat doon. 

Maine unhe baat karne chhod diya, peeche hat kar muskurate hue. Daadi ko dost milna achha lag 
raha tha, bhale Suraj alag deen ka ho—*****, naam se lagta tha. Hamare mukhtalif mohalle mein
 yeh aam tha, aur mujhe unke liye khushi hui. 

Unhe aisi company milni chahiye jo unhe aise muskuraaye, khaas kar gaon se door. "Daadi, Suraj—
main Jabir se milne ja raha hoon. Bas lane ke neeche. Jaldi waapas aata hoon." 

Main Jabir ke ghar chala gaya, chhoti sair ne sochne ka waqt diya. Wahaan pahuncha to woh kamre 
mein tha, controller haath mein. "Yaar, aakhir kar! GTA ke liye tayyar?" 

"Thodi der mein," maine kaha, baith kar. "Pehle batata hoon us padosi Gajendra ke saath kya hua." 

Jabir: Theek... 

Main: Gajendra darwaze par khatkhataata hai, Ammi ko kehta hai hose chalu hai aur paani barbaad 
ho raha. Ammi bahar ja kar theek karti hai, lekin pipe phat jaati hai ya kuchh—paani un par uchhal 
jaata hai. Kapde poori tarah bhig jaate hain. 

Jabir: [bhaun utha kar] Ruk, sun. Aur woh wahaan dekh raha tha sab? 

Main: Haan, hose theek karne mein madad ki. Lekin yaar, Ammi jhuk kar band kar rahi thi, unhe uski
 nazrein mehsoos hui... samajh, figure par, gaand par, seene par. Chhupa bhi nahi raha tha. 

Jabir: [dheere dhuya chhodte hue] Yaar, mujhe pata tha woh aadmi shady hai. Yeh non-'. padosi 
kabhi hadd nahi samajhte. 

Main: Chill kar, yaar. Lagta hai bas... dekh raha tha. Mard dekhte hain. Kuchh itna bura nahi kiya. 

Jabir: [sar hilate] Bas dekhna? Kahani aage bata. 

Main: To Ammi ke kapde bhige, thandi paani se thodi tharthara rahi thi. Gajendra achanak haath 
badhaata hai aur baazu chhuta hai, kehta hai, “Aunty, thand lag rahi, madad karoon.” 

Jabir: [aankhen badi] Usne chhua?! Shahida Aunty ko? Shaadi-shuda aurat ko? 

Main: Haan... Ammi turant peeche hati. Shist lekin mazboot kaha, “Mujhe chhuna mat, hamara deen
 ajnabi mardon ke chhune ki ijaazat nahi deta.” 

Jabir: [hairaan] Dekha? Maine kaha tha woh achha nahi. Hadd testa hai. Pehle ghoorna, phir chhuna? 
Agli baar aur bura hoga. 

Main: Nahi yaar, relax. Lagta nahi usne bura irada kiya. Shayad mazaaq, apne tarike se dostana. 

Jabir: [gambheer dekh kar] Mazaaq? Shaadi-shuda '. aurat ke jism ke saath? Pakka theek padh 
raha hai, bro? 

Main: Pakka. Usne pakda nahi ya kuchh. Bas baazu par halka chhuan. Shayad hamare niyam theek se 
nahi jaanta. 

Jabir: [nakaara] Nahi jaanta? Sab jaante hain. Hadd se bahut aage gaya. Seena aur kamar ghoorne ke 
baad chhuna? Yeh masoom nahi. 

Main: Theek, maan liya—chhune mein zyada aage gaya. Woh galat tha. 

Jabir: Zyada? Bahut zyada. Nazar rakho us par. Aur Aunty ko batao uske aas paas savdhaan rahein.
 Aise aadmi ek chhuan par nahi rukte. 

Main: Haan... Ammi se baat karunga. Lekin abhi bada issue mat banao. 

Jabir: [aur dhuya lete hue] Behtar safe rehna, bro. Mujh par bharosa kar. Ab khelte hain. 

Ghar waapas jaate hue, aadati raaste par, maine Ammi ko aage chalte dekha, bheed mein unki shakal 
lachakti hui. Woh Friday ko shopping karti thi, laal dress pehni thi jo takhnon tak beh rahi thi. 

Saath mein creamy scarf sar aur kandhon par, sundar lag rahi thi—posture seedhi, laal kapda roshni 
pakadta, chal confident lekin pardah waali, raah chalton ki nazrein kheenchti. Creamy scarf chehre ko
 narmi se frame kar rahi thi, roz ki sair mein elegance daal rahi. 





Woh bazaar ke paas ek chhote restaurant mein ghusi—chai aur snacks ke liye mashhoor jagah. Main unke 
peeche jaana chahta tha, shayad salaam ya bags uthane mein madad, lekin kuchh rok gaya. 

Ek kaali car unke peeche aayi, dheere chalte hue paas park. Lag raha tha stalk kar rahi thi—unke saath
 raftaar milate hue rukna, tinted shishe driver chhupaaye. Kaise pata? Car corner par lati thi jab woh 
mudi, tezi tab badhaayi jab unhone, chhup kar follow jaise. 

Hairaan hokar, main ek thele ke peeche chhup gaya jab darwaza khula, aur Gajendra nikla, neeli shirt
 black trouser mein, sharp lekin casual. Mujhe nahi pata tha uski car—compound mein kabhi nahi dekhi; 
woh aksar paidal ya rickshaw. Usne shirt theek ki aur restaurant mein maqsad se andar gaya. 

Maine socha shayad salaam karna chahta—ittifaq, unhe dekh kar padosi pana. Lekin shak aa gaya; timing 
perfect thi. Shakki hokar, chupke follow kiya, restaurant mein ghus kar partition ke peeche jagah li 
dekhne ke liye. 

Ammi corner table par baithi thi, biryani order kar, Nafisa se phone par baat jaari—roz ki break mein—
dheere hans rahi thi. 

Gajendra paas gaya, saamne ki chair bina ijazat kheench kar baith gaya. "Join kar sakta hoon?" 
muskurate
 hue. 






Ammi upar dekhi, hairaan—aankhen badi, phone dheere neeche. Umeed nahi thi, posture sakht. 
"Gajendra?
 Yahan kya kar rahe ho?" 

Gajendra: [chair kheench kar bina intezaar baith jaata, cocky muskurahat] Assalamu alaikum, Shahida ji.
 Greeting theek kahi? Jagah bhari hai. Khushqismati—sabse achhi seat mili, bilkul saamne. 

Ammi: [ek pal upar dekh, phir plate par] Main achhi hoon, akeli kha rahi hoon. 

Gajendra: Zyada der nahi. Pehle, maafi us din ki. Baazu chhuna… galat tha. Lekin yaar, bhigi hui, tharthara
—mard ka react karna mushkil. 





Ammi: [dheere] Maafi qubool. Bas hadd yaad rakho. 

Gajendra: Hadd note ki. Phir bhi, bhige kapdon ke neeche woh curves? Jurm. Aaj poori dhaki ho, lekin mard
 soch sakta hai neeche kya hai. 

Ammi: Gajendra ji… please. 

Gajendra: Relax, sundar. Bas haqeeqat. Yeh biryani achhi lag rahi. Dheere kha rahi ho? 

Ammi: Haan. 

Gajendra: Smart. Main bhi hamesha waqt leta hoon. Bade niwale, gosht muh mein rehne do, ras behne do. 
Jitna mota tukda, utna lambi der muh mein. 

Ammi: [chhota rukna] Bas khaana hai. 

Gajendra: Haan. Lekin kuchh cheezon ko achhe muh ki zaroorat hoti sahi sambhalne ko. Dheemi zabaan ka 
kaam sab... lazzatdaar bana deta. 

Ammi: [seat par hilti] Hmm. 

Gajendra: Wow, matlab tumhara muh achha hai. Yeh chicken ke ilawa dusra “gosht” bhi fit kar sakta, samajh
 rahi ho? [smirk] Bade tukde, mote—lagta hai tum achhe se sambhal logi. 

Ammi: [thodi bhaun, samajh nahi] Dusra gosht? Jaise mutton ya bakra? Main chicken hi leti hoon. 

Gajendra: [dheemi hansi] Haan… kuchh aisa. Woh jo garam, mazboot, dheere chusne se poora lazza nikal aaye. 

Ammi: [ab bhi matlab nahi pakad] Chusna? Main to normal chabati hoon. 

Gajendra: [aage jhuk kar, table par haath badha kar plate ke paas unke haath par ungliyan dheere fereta] 
Aasaan, Shahida ji. Haath tense lag raha. Bas dekh raha aaj garam ho ki nahi. 

Ammi: [haath tezi se peeche] Mujhe chhuna mat. 

Gajendra: [qahqaha, be-parwaah] Rok nahi sakta. Teri jaisi skin chhune ko kehti hai. 

Ammi: Maine kaha tha—hamara deen yeh ijaazat nahi deta. 

Gajendra: Yaad hai. Lekin niyam kabhi lachak jaate hain. Baat teri deen ki... suna hai Musslim padosi 
ke huqooq mein bade hain. Hamesha bulana, chai, khaana, mehmaan nawaazi. 

Ammi: [savdhaani se] Haan… padosiyon se achhe taaluqaat ki taleem hai. 

Gajendra: Bilkul. To batao—mujhe ghar mein ab tak kyun nahi bulaya? Hafte se pados mein hoon. 
Tumhara mazhab padosi ko pasand karta hai, hai na? 

Ammi: [ruk kar, hairaan, soch kar] Mehmaan nawaazi zaroori... lekin hadd hoti hai. Khaas kar auraton 
ke liye jab mard ghair mahram. 

Gajendra: Hadd? Chalo, Shahida ji. Padosiyon mein chai? Kuchh galat nahi. 

Ammi: [chaturai se] Padosi achhe, lekin nazar neeche aur pardah—dono usi mazhab ka hissa. 

Gajendra: [muskurata, mutaassir] Smart jawaab. Lekin phir bhi… jab tumhara shauhar nahi hota tab 
kyun nahi bula sakti? Kisi ko pata bhi nahi chalega. Bas chhoti si mulaqaat. 

Ammi: [aankhen tez, shak badhta] Khusoosan jab shauhar nahi hota tab kyun? 

Gajendra: [kandhe uchaal kar, cocky] Bas aasaan, hai na? Woh dukaan par busy rehta hai. Tum akeli.
 Theek se baat kar sakte hain. 

Ammi: [sur mazboot] Aur shauhar bina theek se baat karne ki kya zaroorat? Asli wajah kya hai yeh poochhne ki? 

Gajendra: [dheemi hansi] Sharp ho. Pakde gaye soch mein. 

Ammi: Mujhe yeh pasand nahi aa raha. 

Gajendra: Waise—main dono khaanon ka bill pehle hi de diya. Mera treat. Kuchh dena nahi... abhi. 

Ammi: Bina poochhe phir bill diya? 

Gajendra: Cocky aadat. To, tumhara shauhar—din bhar kya karta hai? 

Ammi: Kapdon ki dukaan hai bazaar mein. 

Gajendra: Busy aadmi. Subah jaldi jaata, der se lautta? 

Ammi: [aankhen sanki] Uske baare mein itna kyun poochh rahe? 

Gajendra: Utsauk. Teri jaisi sundar biwi din bhar akeli… kisi ko dekhna padta hai bore na ho. 

Ammi: Main bore nahi. Aur mera peecha band karo. Maine dekha sadak paar se ghoor rahe the. 

Gajendra: [aur muskurata] Qusoorvaar. Rok nahi saka. Taqdeer baar baar raaste mein laati hai. 

Ammi: Taqdeer nahi. Peecha band karo. 

Gajendra: Vaada nahi kar sakta. Aisi aurat ko ignore karna mushkil jo kurta aise bharti hai. 

Ammi: [chamcha mazbooti se rakhte] Main shaadi-shuda hoon. '. hoon. Yeh dhyaan nahi chahiye. 

Gajendra: Jaanta hoon. Isi se maza zyada. Number de do. Agar ghar mein mazboot haath chahiye jab
 shauhar shirt bech raha ho. 

Ammi: Nahi. 

Gajendra: Hard to get khel rahi. Chase pasand hai. 

Phir Ammi bahar nikli, Gajendra paas paas peeche. Woh khafa lag rahi thi, kadam tezi se, yeh zid wala
 dhyaan pasand nahi. Gajendra follow jaari, raftaar milaate. 

Gajendra: [paas aate hue, bagal mein chalte] Shahida ji, ruk jao! Ghar chhod doon. Meri car corner
 par hai. 

Ammi: [raftaar ghataaye bina, mud kar nahi] Nahi, shukriya. Paidal jaungi. 

Gajendra: Chalo, garmi hai. Shopping ki, bags uthaaye—thakne ki zaroorat nahi. 

Ammi: Theek hoon. Paidal pasand hai. 

Gajendra: [aasani se raftaar milaate] Pakka? Hamare lane tak door hai. Aur saamne peeche itna... 
bojh uthaaye, door chalna thaka dega. 

Ammi: [chalti rahi, sur sada] Roz sambhal leti hoon. 

Gajendra: Bas keh raha—teri woh bhari cheezein, saamne aur peeche, chalna mein mehnat lagti hogi.
 Zyada thak jaogi. Bike par aasaan hoga. 

Ammi: [thodi dheemi, matlab samajh kar gaal laal gusse se] Kya kaha tumne? 

Gajendra: [muskurata, be-parwaah] Relax, sundar. Bas fikr. Bada seena, poori kamar—sundar, lekin 
garmi mein bhari bojh. Door mat thako khud ko. 

Ammi: [chalna rok kar, mud kar] Gajendra ji, bas karo. Phir mere jism ki baat. Yeh be-izzati hai. 

Gajendra: [haath upar, bekhudi] Be-izzati nahi. Sirf fikr. Teri jaise bani aurat—curves itne— aaram
 chahiye. Chhoti si sachai par hungama mat karo. 

Ammi: Hungama isliye ki har hadd cross kar rahe ho. Andar kaha tha—shaadi-shuda, deen maanti,
 tumse kuchh nahi chahiye. 

Gajendra: [thoda paas] Ek chhoti ride ghar. Padosi madad. Kisi ko pata nahi chalega. 

Ammi: Bike par baithi to sabko pata chal jaayega. Poochhna band karo. 

Gajendra: Zid. Pasand aayi. Lekin sach, woh kamar aise hilti hui ghar tak… zyada pasina aayega. 

Ammi: [awaaz thodi upar] Meri kamar ki baat band karo! Dekhna band, comment band, peecha
 band! 

Gajendra: [dheemi qahqaha] Shaant ho jao, Shahida ji. Log dekh rahe. Scene mat banao. Ride 
qubool kar lo. Taaqat bachaao. 

Ammi: Sirf taaqat tumse door hone mein laga rahi. Mujhe akela chhod do. 

Gajendra: Aakhri offer. Bike aaraamdeh. Sab kuchh ke liye kafi jagah. 

Ammi: [tez mud kar tezi se chal di] Bas ho gaya. Ab peecha mat karna. 





Unhone saaf inkaar kiya, usse wahaan kaali car ke paas khada chhod diya, chehra mayoosi aur kuchh
 andhera. Ammi door jaati hui, laal dress zid bhare kadmon se hilti, woh ruk kar dekhta raha, nazrein
 unki badi gaand par, dhyan se dekh ta hua jab tak bheed mein gayab nahi hui. 

Mujhe is aadmi par gehra shak hone laga—kyun Ammi ki gaand aise dekh raha tha? Pasand nahi aaya, 
uski nazar unhe object bana rahi thi, sadi chal ko ghuspaithiya. Predatory lag raha tha, baagh waqiye
 se pattern. Uska khel kya tha? 

Us shaam, sooraj doobte hue ghar dinner ki khushboo se bhar gaya, main Suraj ki butchery chala gaya. 

Daadi ne kaha tha shayad aur cheezein chahiye, lekin pahuncha to dukaan jaldi band—shutter neeche,
 andar roshni nahi. Fikr hui Daadi kahaan hogi; unhe ilaqa zyada nahi pata, aur butchery mein pehle ki
 ajeeb harkat, khaane lagi. Akeli gayi? Gum ho gayi? 

Phone baja—Daadi ka. "Beta, fikr mat—Suraj mujhe bazaar mein chhoti sair par le gaya. Maine teri 
Ammi aur Nana ko bata diya. Jaldi ghar aa jaayenge." 

"Theek, Daadi," maine kaha, rahat lekin pareshan. "Ghar par milte hain." 

Ajeeb laga—hamara deen aise maamlaat mein sensitive, shaadi-shuda aurat akeli ghair mahram mard 
ke saath nahi chalti, khaas kar alag deen ke. Lekin socha shayad dostana, masoom—recipes ya gaon ki 
baatein. Suraj achha lagta tha. 

Us raat baad mein, ghar waapas ek chhote kaam se, ittifaq se Daadi aur Suraj ko bazaar ke paas side 
lane mein saath chalte dekha. 

Bagal bagal, dheere hanste, aur phir—hairat—Suraj Daadi ka haath pakde tha, ungliyan ek dusre mein 
guthi hui, aasani se chalte hue. Main tezi se parked rickshaw ke peeche chhup gaya, dil doob gaya. 





Hairaan, dekhta raha guzarne tak—Daadi ka chehra aisi muskurahat se roshan jo pehle nahi dekhi.
 Hamare '. deen mein shaadi-shuda aurat jaise Daadi aisa nahi karti; pardah aur wafadaari ki hadd. 
Yeh theek nahi laga—masoom sair ya nahi, taleemaat ki muqaddas haddon ko cross kar raha tha. Kyun
 karti woh? 


Us raat, sab ne khaana khaaya—Daadi ki curry phir se lazzatdaar aur Ammi ke taaza salads—phir parivaar 
bikhar gaya. Nana ko bilkul pata nahi chala ki Daadi ne poora din kya kiya tha; woh apni sairon se thake
 hue the, dinner ke dauraan gaon ki khabron par yun hi baatein kar rahe the.



Us raat khaane ke waqt table par ronak thi lekin chhoti—khaane ki taarifein, halke mazaaq. Sab jaldi apne
 apne bedroom mein chale gaye, ghar raat ke chadar mein shaant ho gaya.


Maine Daadi aur Nana ke bedroom mein jhaanka, darwaza thoda khula tha. Phir Daadi ki harkat ne mera 
dhyaan kheench liya—woh bistar par thi, takiye se tika hui, phone par baat kar rahi thi usi raaz bhari 
muskurahat ke saath. 

Is baar cheezein normal nahi lag rahi thi kyunki woh aane ke baad har raat yeh kar 
rahi thi, chupke se nikal jaati ya der tak jaagti screen ki roshni mein. Itni mustaqil kyun? Kya cheez unka 
dhyaan kheench rahi thi?


Lekin us raat mujhe kuchh bahut hairat angez dikha—unki anguthiyan screen par tezi se ud rahi thi, chehra 
thoda laal pad gaya jab message padha, khushi se honth kaat te hue. Phir unhone Nana ki taraf dekha, jo 
amaana se kharraate le rahe the, aur bistar se dheere utri, kandhon par shawl lapet kar hallway mein 
dheere kadam rakha, phone ab bhi haath mein


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[Ishita]

Bahut badhiya ek ashadaran update. Bahut khub

[Slyboy]

Excellent update. Great going.

[Rahul007]

Lovely and superb update! Awesome and amazing writing! Just and fabulous narrations! There is no doubt that you are a genius and brilliant writer. I have a request to you, the butcher Suraj character is not exciting and interesting. If dadi has illicit secret affairs with that butcher then this story will not be exciting and erotic. We want the same villain to seduce and fuck all pakeeza female members of this conservative family. If you involve multiple male characters to seduce and have illicit and forbidden affairs with the female members of this family then it will not be exciting and erotic.

[Rana007]

Just superb,awesome and absolutely fantastic update.

[Rana007]

Lovely and superb update! Awesome and amazing writing! Just and fabulous narrations! There is no doubt that you are a genius and brilliant writer. I have a request to you, the butcher Suraj character is not exciting and interesting. If dadi has illicit secret affairs with that butcher then this story will not be exciting and erotic. We want the same villain to seduce and fuck all pakeeza female members of this conservative family. If you involve multiple male characters to seduce and have illicit and forbidden affairs with the female members of this family then it will not be exciting and erotic.

You are absolutely right.

[hotboy007]

Excellent,exciting, amazing and beautiful update ❤️

[hotboy007]

Lovely and superb update! Awesome and amazing writing! Just and fabulous narrations! There is no doubt that you are a genius and brilliant writer. I have a request to you, the butcher Suraj character is not exciting and interesting. If dadi has illicit secret affairs with that butcher then this story will not be exciting and erotic. We want the same villain to seduce and fuck all pakeeza female members of this conservative family. If you involve multiple male characters to seduce and have illicit and forbidden affairs with the female members of this family then it will not be exciting and erotic.

Agree with you.

[Chudanbaz]

Bahut hi mast aur behad hi shandar kahaani hain yah! Bahut bahut achi writing.

[Chudanbaz]

Lovely and superb update! Awesome and amazing writing! Just and fabulous narrations! There is no doubt that you are a genius and brilliant writer. I have a request to you, the butcher Suraj character is not exciting and interesting. If dadi has illicit secret affairs with that butcher then this story will not be exciting and erotic. We want the same villain to seduce and fuck all pakeeza female members of this conservative family. If you involve multiple male characters to seduce and have illicit and forbidden affairs with the female members of this family then it will not be exciting and erotic.

Yess, you are right

[KGB]

Wonderful and beautiful update ❤️. Just superb writings. Hats off to you buddy. Please keep writing like this way.

[KGB]

Lovely and superb update! Awesome and amazing writing! Just and fabulous narrations! There is no doubt that you are a genius and brilliant writer. I have a request to you, the butcher Suraj character is not exciting and interesting. If dadi has illicit secret affairs with that butcher then this story will not be exciting and erotic. We want the same villain to seduce and fuck all pakeeza female members of this conservative family. If you involve multiple male characters to seduce and have illicit and forbidden affairs with the female members of this family then it will not be exciting and erotic.

Totally agree with you

[Kartik69]

Outclass and superb update

[Terminator]

Awesome and terrific update

[Smalldick]

Lovely update. Awesome and exciting writing performance. Hats off.

[Smalldick]

Lovely and superb update! Awesome and amazing writing! Just and fabulous narrations! There is no doubt that you are a genius and brilliant writer. I have a request to you, the butcher Suraj character is not exciting and interesting. If dadi has illicit secret affairs with that butcher then this story will not be exciting and erotic. We want the same villain to seduce and fuck all pakeeza female members of this conservative family. If you involve multiple male characters to seduce and have illicit and forbidden affairs with the female members of this family then it will not be exciting and erotic.

Right

[Konika.]

ashadaran update