Incest Maa bani Classmate

[Joker44]

Tent ke andar ki madham roshni Trupti ke chehre par ek ajeeb si kashmakash dikha rahi thi. Rahul ne jab Trupti ko gadde par dhakela, toh Trupti ka shareer ek pal ke liye patthar jaisa sakht ho gaya. Uska dimaag baar-baar chilla raha tha ki ye uska beta hai, par uska jism is naye tajurbe ki garmi mein pighalne laga tha.
Rahul ne Trupti ke upar aate hue uske honthon par apne honth jad diye. Pehle toh Trupti ne apne honth sakhti se band kar liye, uski saansein atak gayi thin.
Rahul: (Kiss ke beech sargoshi karte hue) “Mummy... darr kaisa? Aapne hi toh kaha tha ki main aapke jism se khel sakta hoon. Ab peeche mat hato... warna bahar sabko shaq ho jayega.”
Rahul ki baaton ne Trupti ki himmat tod di. Usne dheere-dheere apne hont dheele chhod diye. Rahul ne mauka pate hi Trupti ke honthon ko smooch karna shuru kiya. Woh Trupti ke nichle hont ko apne munh mein lekar kisi raseele phal ki tarah choos raha tha. Trupti ne bhi darr aur sharam ke beech apni baahein Rahul ke gale mein daal di aur is kiss mein doobne lagi. Unke thook ke milne ki chap-chap aawaaz tent mein goonj rahi thi.
"Mmm... sss... aah..." Trupti ke munh se dabi hui siskaariyan nikalne lagin.
Rahul ne ab apne haath Trupti ke red gown ke zip par rakhe. Usne ek jhatke mein gown ki zip neeche gira di aur Trupti ke kandhon se gown sarka kar use poori tarah utaar diya. Ab Trupti sirf ek laal rang ki lace wali bra aur matching panty mein Rahul ke saamne khadi thi.
Rahul ek pal ke liye ruk gaya. Usne Trupti ko inch-dar-inch ghoorna shuru kiya. Trupti ka gora chikna badan us laal lingerie mein qayamat dha raha tha. Uske 38 inch ke boobs bra se bahar aane ko betaab the, aur uski patli kamar ke neeche uski bhari-bhari jaanghein lohe jaise lund ko dawat de rahi thin. Trupti sharam se dohari ho rahi thi, usne apne haathon se apne jism ko chhupane ki koshish ki.




Trupti: (Kapte hue) “Rahul... aise mat dekho... mujhe bohot sharam aa rahi hai... Sanjeev ke baad kisi ne mujhe aise...”
Rahul ko Trupti ki is halat par aur bhi zyada nasha aa raha tha. Woh dekh raha tha ki uski maa kaise ek jawaan ladki ki tarah uske samne machal rahi hai. Rahul ka haath Trupti ki bra ke hook tak gaya, par usne Trupti ki aankhon mein dekha. Wahan dard aur sharam ka samundar tha.
Rahul ne apne dimaag mein socha: 'Agar main abhi jabardasti karunga toh Trupti sirf majboori mein karegi. Mujhe ise poori tarah apna banana hai. Main chahta hoon ki ye khud apni pussy mere lund ke hawale kare. Jabardasti se toh main ise chodh dunga, par ye hamesha ke liye mujhse door ho jayegi. Mujhe ise pyaar aur hawas ke us mod par lana hai jahan ye khud sab kuch mita de.'
Rahul ne bra kholne ka khayal abhi taal diya. Usne Trupti ko upar-upar se hi tadpana shuru kiya. Usne apne dono haath Trupti ki bra ke upar rakhe aur uske boobs ko masalna shuru kiya. Trupti ke boobs itne naram aur mulayam the ki Rahul ki ungliyan unme dhasti ja rahi thin. Bra ke kapde ke upar se hi Rahul ne Trupti ke nipples ko apni ungliyon se dabaya. Woh nipples pehle se hi sakht ho chuke the.
“Aaaahhh... Rahul... isss... dhire... mmm...” Trupti ne apna sir peeche gadde par de mara.
Rahul ne ab apna munh Trupti ke gale par rakha. Woh wahan ki komal twacha ko chumne aur chaatne laga. Usne Trupti ke gaalon ko apne danton se halke se chabaya, phir uske kaan ke nichle hisse ko apne munh mein lekar choosne laga.
Rahul: “Mummy... aapka badan kitna meetha hai... aisa lagta hai saara ras aaj hi pee jaaoon.”
Trupti ab poori tarah madhosh ho chuki thi. Rahul ka haath ab uski bra ke kapde ke andar ghusa aur usne nange boobs ko mutthi mein bhar liya. Nange jism ki garmi jab Rahul ke haath se takrayi, toh Trupti ne ek zor ki siskaari bhari.
“Oooohhh... haaa... Rahul... beta... aahhh... bohot maza... sss... aur maslo... mmm... apne mummy ke boobs ko... ahhh...!”
Rahul ab Trupti ke nipples ko bra ke kapde ke upar se hi apne munh mein bhar kar choosne laga. Woh us sakht nipple ko apni zabaan se sehla raha tha aur kabhi-kabhi danton se halke se daba raha tha. Trupti ki kamar ab upar-neeche uchhal rahi thi, uska jism Rahul ke lund ki ragad mehsoos kar raha tha jo panty ke upar se uski gaand ki darar mein fansa hua tha.
“Is... sss... ummm... haaa... Rahul... tum pagal... kar rahe ho... ahhh...!”
Rahul Trupti ke dono boobs ko bari-bari masal raha tha aur unki shape ko mehsoos kar raha tha. Woh Trupti ke jism ki har aahat ko enjoy kar raha tha, ye jante hue ki agla kadam Trupti ko hamesha ke liye ek randi bana dega.



Tent ke andar ki garmi ab dushmani aur darr se nikal kar ek ajeeb se samjhote ki taraf badh rahi thi. Rahul ne Trupti ki aankhon mein dekha, jahan dard ke aansu abhi sookhe nahi the. Trupti ne jab dekha ki Rahul use ek mard ki tarah ghoor raha hai, toh usne thartharate hathon se ek faisla kiya.
Rahul: (Gehri aawaaz mein) “Mummy... kya aap apne haath se mere is tanav ko shant karogi? Kya aap BF-GF ki is acting ko anjaam tak pahunchaogi?”
Trupti ne dard bhari aankhon se Rahul ki taraf dekha aur dhime se 'haan' mein sar hila diya. Woh jaanti thi ki ye paap hai, par apne parivar aur sapno ki khatir usne ye zehar peene ka faisla kar liya tha.
Rahul ne Trupti ka udaas chehra dekha toh uske andar ka shaitaan thoda pighal gaya. Usne Trupti ko dard mein dekh kar ek shaatir muskaan di aur aage badh kar uske honthon par ek gehra, namm chumma diya. Usne Trupti ke nichle hont ko halke se apne danton se kata, jisse Trupti ke munh se ek dabi hui siskaari nikal gayi.
Rahul: (Pyaar se whisper karte hue) “Don't worry Mummy... mujhe pata hai tumhe ye sab pasand nahi aa raha. Main itna bhi gira hua nahi hoon ki apni hi pasandida aurat ko takleef doon. Main aisa kuch nahi karunga jisse tumhari rooh kaanp jaye.”
Trupti ne hairat se Rahul ko dekha. Rahul ne uske baalon ko sehlaate hue aage kaha.
Rahul: “Main sirf apne lund ko tumhari gaand ki darar se ragad kar cum kar lunga. Main do saal ke liye tumhara boyfriend hoon, aur main waada karta hoon ki tumhari marzi ke bina tumhe koi takleef nahi dunga. Tumhari pussy mehfooz rahegi.”
Yeh sunte hi Trupti ke seene se ek bohot bada bojh hat gaya. Uska dil halka ho gaya. Use laga ki uska beta abhi bhi wahi purana Rahul hai jo apni Maa ki izzat karta hai. Usne ek gehri saans li aur namm aankhon se kaha, “Thank you beta... thank you mujhe samajhne ke liye.”
Rahul: (Shaitani dimaag ladate hue) “Par Mummy... boyfriend hone ke naate kam se kam mujhe kiss karne aur tumhare ye raseele boobs dabane ka haq toh milega na? Itna toh main kar hi sakta hoon hamari acting ko asli dikhane ke liye.”
Trupti ne sharma kar apni nigahein jhuka lin. Usne socha ki agar itne se Rahul shant rehta hai aur pussy bach jati hai, toh ye sauda bura nahi hai. Usne dhime se 'haan' keh diya. Uske mann mein aaya, 'Mera beta... aakhirkar use apni Maa ki majboori samajh aa gayi. Shukriya Bhagwan!'
Rahul ne Trupti ko ishara kiya, aur Trupti ghutno aur haathon ke bal jhuk gayi. Rahul ne apne pant ki zip kholi aur apna 10-inch ka monster lund bahar nikala. Jaise hi usne apna nanga lund Trupti ki bhari hui gaand ke darar se sataya, Trupti ka poora badan thar-thara gaya.
Trupti ko apni gaand par ek mota, majboot aur lohe jaisa sakht lund mehsoos ho raha tha. Woh gown ke neeche sirf panty mein thi, aur uski gaand ka ubhaar Rahul ke lund ki garmi ko sokh raha tha. Trupti ne apni aankhein band kar lin aur sharam se laal hote hue kaha:
Trupti: “Beta... krlo... jo karna hai jaldi karo... bas pussy mat chuna.”
Rahul ne Trupti ki kamar ko dono haathon se kas ke pakda aur pehla zor daar stroke mara. Uska nanga lund Trupti ki gaand ki darar mein panty ke upar se phisalne laga. Trupti ki siskaariyan ab pure tent mein goonjne lagin.
“Aaaahhh... Rahul... sss... mmm... bohot mota hai... ahhh...!”
Rahul ne ab berahmi se back-strokes dena shuru kiya. Woh Trupti ki gaand ko kisi machine ki tarah thonk raha tha. Har stroke par Trupti ka jism aage-piche ho raha tha. Rahul ne apne haath aage badha kar Trupti ke nange boobs ko mutthiyon mein bhara aur unhe buri tarah masalne laga.
Tent ke bahar khade logon ko unki parchaaiyan dikh rahi thin—ek mard ek aurat ko ghodi bana kar uski gaand maar raha tha. Rahul ne Trupti ke kaan ke paas jhuk kar zor-zor se haanfna shuru kiya. Trupti bhi ab us ragad ka lutf lene lagi thi. Uska guilt ab hawas ki gehraiyon mein kahin kho gaya tha.




Tent ke andar sirf unki tez saanson aur jism ke takrane ki aawaaz goonj rahi thi. Rahul ne apna nanga lund Trupti ki gaand ki darar mein poori taqat se fasa diya tha. Woh koi piche hatne wala nahi tha. Usne Trupti ki kamar ko itni sakhti se jakad rakha tha ki Trupti ke naram badan par uski ungliyon ke nishaan chhap rahe the. Rahul apne lund ko Trupti ki gaand ki darar mein upar-neeche ragad raha tha, aur har stroke ke saath Trupti ka jism tharr-tharra uthta.
Trupti ne apni aankhein kas kar band kar rakhi thin. Shuruat mein jo darr aur ghin thi, woh ab dhime-dhime ek ajeeb se nashili jalan mein badal rahi thi. Use apne bete ke lund ki garmi aur sakhti apni gaand par mehsoos ho rahi thi, jo use ek ajeeb sa "Guilty Pleasure" de rahi thi. Woh janti thi ki ye galat hai, par Rahul ke jhatke itne zor-daar the ki uska poora wajood hil gaya tha.
Rahul ko Trupti ki bhari hui aur tight gaand ke beech apne lund ko ragadne mein jannat ka maza aa raha tha. Uska 10-inch ka monster ab apna sabra kho raha tha. Usne Trupti ke kulhon ko aur zor se daboch liya aur strokes ki raftaar tez kar di. Trupti ki siskaariyan ab siskiyon mein badal gayi thin.
“Aaaahhh... Rahul... sss... bas karo... mmm... aahhh...!”
Rahul ka shareer ab thar-tharane laga. Usne Trupti ko piche se poori taqat se dabocha aur apne lund ka saara garma-garam load ek jhatke mein nikaal diya. Uska gaadha aur safed virya (cum) pichkariyon ki tarah Trupti ki gaand ke upar aur uski darar mein har taraf fail gaya.
Trupti ko apni gaand par piche se ek ajeeb si geelapan aur chipchipahat mehsoos hui. Use ehsaas ho gaya ki Rahul ne apna kaam poora kar liya hai. Rahul wahi kuch der haanfte hue Trupti ki peeth par leta raha, uski garam saansein Trupti ki nangi peeth ko jala rahi thin.
Kuch der baad, Rahul bina kuch kahe utha, apne kapde darust kiye aur tent se bahar nikal gaya. Woh jaanta tha ki aaj usne Trupti ke jism par apna nishaan chhod diya hai. Bahar khade doston ko usne ek shaitani muskaan di, jaise woh unhe dikha raha ho ki usne "shikaar" kar liya hai.
Andar Trupti akeli reh gayi. Woh wahi ghodi bani hui halat mein kuch der padi rahi. Uske dil mein rona aa raha tha par aankhon mein aansu sookh chuke the. Usne halke se piche mud kar dekha—uski laal panty aur uski gori gaand Rahul ke safed ras se sani hui thi. Woh nishaan use uske gunah ki yaad dila raha tha.
Trupti ne kaampte hathon se ek kapda uthaya aur badi mushkil se apni gaand aur jaanghon ko saaf kiya. Usne har ek boond ko poncha, par woh chipchipahat uske zehen mein baith gayi thi. Usne dabe paaon apne bikhre hue kapde uthaye, apna red gown pehna aur khud ko samet liya. Aaj raat usne Sanjeev ko dhokha nahi diya tha, par usne ek bete ko mard banne ka rasta dikha diya tha... ek aisa rasta jo sirf tabahi ki taraf jata tha.



Rahul ke jaate hi Trupti jaise toot kar gadde par gir gayi. Uska badan abhi bhi thar-thara raha tha. Tent ki khamoshi mein use apni hi tez saansein saaf sunayi de rahi thin. Usne mehsoos kiya ki uski jaanghon aur gaand par abhi bhi wo chipchipahat baaki thi—uske bete ke jaur (cum) ka wo nishaan jo is baat ka saboot tha ki aaj ek maa aur bete ke beech ki maryada ki deewar thoda aur darak gayi hai.
Trupti ke dimaag mein ek ajeeb sa yuddh chal raha tha. Ek taraf wo gehra guilt aur sharam thi ki usne apne hi bete ko apne jism se khelne diya, lekin doosri taraf ek ajeeb si rahat (relief) bhi thi. Raahat is baat ki, ki Rahul ne apna waada nibhaya tha. Usne Trupti ko poori tarah nanga nahi kiya tha, aur sabse badi baat—uski chut (pussy) abhi bhi mehfooz thi. Rahul ne sirf uski gaand ki darar par ragad kar khud ko shant kar liya tha.
“Mera beta waqayi bada ho gaya hai,” Trupti ne andhere mein chhat ko ghurte hue socha. Uske dimaag mein Rahul ke wo aggressive strokes aur uska lohe jaisa sakht lund baar-baar yaad aa raha tha. Woh samajh gayi thi ki Rahul ab wo chhota bacha nahi raha, uske andar ek poora mard jaag chuka hai jo shikaar karna jaanta hai.
Lekin asli chinta ab shuru hui thi. Trupti ne socha, ‘Maine use kissing aur boobs dabane ki ijazat toh de di hai... par kya ye kaafi hoga? Aaj toh wo itne mein maan gaya, par kal agar uske andar ka ye mardana sher dobara jaga, toh kya wo ruk payega? Rahul ki hawas ek aisi aag hai jise maine hi hawa di hai.’
Ek pal ke liye uske mann mein aaya ki wo ye sab chhod-chaad kar ghar laut jaye. Sanjeev ke paas, apni purani duniya mein. Par phir use apna wo sapna yaad aaya—apni adhuri padhai poori karke ek pehchaan banane ka junoon. Usne itni mushkil se ye kadam uthaya tha, aur ab baat itni aage badh chuki thi ki peeche hatna namumkin tha. Poora college unhe lover samajhta tha, Abhay aur Vikki jaise gande ladkon se bachne ka yahi ek rasta tha.
Usne gehri saans li aur apne bikhre hue kapdon ko sambhala. Usne khud ko dilasa diya, ‘Theek hai... agar Rahul sirf itne par hi ruka rehta hai, sirf upar-upar se khel kar shant ho jata hai, toh shayad ye itni badi baat nahi hai. Aakhir hai toh mera hi beta... mere hi khoon ka hissa. Main ise dhire-dhire samjha lungi, iski hawas ko dhire-dhire sahi raaste par le aungi. Main ise bhatakne nahi dungi.’
Trupti ne kapde se khud ko saaf kiya aur wapas apna red gown pehen liya. Uski aankhon mein ab dard ke saath ek pakka iraada bhi tha. Use is "forbidden" raste par chalna hi tha, par apni sharton par. Woh nahi janti thi ki ek bhookhe sher ko khoon ka swaad lagne ke baad use kabu karna kitna mushkil hota hai, par abhi ke liye, usne apni mamta aur majboori ke beech ek naya samjhota kar liya tha.



Rahul tent se bahar nikla toh uske chehre par ek aisi vijeta wali muskan thi jo kisi bhi mard ka khoon khola dene ke liye kaafi thi. Usne apni jeans ki belt ko thoda darust kiya aur seedha us taraf badha jahan Abhay kisi ghayal sher ki tarah ek pathar par baitha pehredaari kar raha tha. Rahul ko pata tha ki Abhay ne andar ki wo siskaariyan aur jismon ke takrane ki aawazein suni hain, aur isi baat ka maza Rahul dugna karna chahta tha.
Rahul: (Haste hue) “Arre Abhay! Tu ab tak yahin pehredaari kar raha hai? Kya baat hai yaar, bada imandaar dost hai tu.”
Abhay ne sar utha kar Rahul ko dekha. Rahul ke bikhre hue baal aur uske chehre ki chamak saaf bayaan kar rahi thi ki andar kya maahaul tha. Abhay ke andar gusse ka ek jwalamukhi phatne ko taiyaar tha, par usne kisi tarah khud ko kaabu mein rakha. Uske liye Trupti sirf ek jism nahi, uska sacha pyar thi.
Abhay: (Thandi par kadwi aawaz mein) “Achhi baat hai... kam se kam tum dono toh is picnic ka poora anand le rahe ho.”
Rahul: (Usko aur chidate hue) “Anand? Bhai, tujhe kya bataun! Trupti waqayi ek kamaal ki aurat hai. Aaj toh main use dhang se chodh kar aaya hoon... uski gaand maarke itna sukoon mila ki kya bataun. Woh toh abhi andar gehri saans le rahi hai, hosh thikane aane mein waqt lagega.”
Abhay ka dil chhalni ho gaya. Use dard ho raha tha ye soch kar ki jiske samne woh nazrein uthane se darta tha, Rahul use ek 'item' ki tarah treat kar raha hai.
Abhay: (Rahul ki aankhon mein dekhte hue) “Toh kya irada hai? Itna sab karne ke baad... kya tum usse shadi karoge?”
Rahul ne ek zor ka thahaka lagaya, jaise Abhay ne duniya ka sabse bada mazaak kiya ho.
Rahul: “Shadi? Pagal hai kya! Shadi-wadi ke chakkar mein kaun padta hai yaar. Trupti toh bas maje lene ki cheez hai, shadi ki nahi. Jab tak ye raseela badan saath hai, tabiyat se nichodunga... phir dekha jayega.”
Abhay ki mutthiyan kas gayi. Uske liye ye bardasht se bahar tha ki jis aurat ko woh apni rani banana chahta tha, Rahul use sirf ek 'use and throw' khilauna samajh raha hai. Usne mann hi mann faisla kiya ki Trupti ko kisi bhi tarah Rahul ke is 'jaal' se nikalna hi padega. Par use apni galti ka bhi ehsaas hua—aaj jungle mein jo usne Trupti ke saath jabardasti ki thi, shayad us wajah se Trupti usse nafrat karne lagi hogi.
Abhay: “Tum uski kadar nahi karte, Rahul. Ek din pachtaoge.”
Abhay wahan se utha aur bina peeche mude andhere jungle ki taraf nikal gaya. Uska dil dard se bhara tha, par dimaag mein ek hi dhun thi: Trupti ko Rahul ki hawas se bachana aur use apna banana. Udhar Rahul muskura raha tha, use Abhay ko tadpane mein ek ajeeb hi maza aa raha tha. Woh nahi janta tha ki uska ye 'teasing' wala khel Abhay ko kisi bhi hadd tak le ja sakta hai.

[Aman34]

Bete maa se shadi karwao bhai please request hai dusre admi se na chudawao

[Joker44]

Picnic ke teen dinon ka wo junooni safar ab khatam ho chuka tha. Jungle ki wo thandi raatein, tent ke andar ka wo gunaah, aur Rahul ke lund ki wo garam ragad... sab kuch Trupti ke zehen mein ek gehri yaadon ki tarah chhap gaya tha. Sab log wapas hostel laut aaye the aur aaj college ka pehla din tha.
Subah-subah Trupti apne aaine ke samne khadi taiyaar ho rahi thi. Aaj usne ek behad tight yellow dress pehni thi jo uske ghutno se kaafi upar khatam ho rahi thi. Woh dress uske jism par kisi doosri khaal ki tarah chipki hui thi, jismein uske 38 inch ke boobs aur uski bhari-bhari gaand qayamat dha rahe the. Usne halke se apne baalon ko khula chhoda aur honthon par wahi raseeli red lipstick lagayi.
Tabhi Kriti dabe paaon kamre mein aayi aur Trupti ka wo roop dekh kar wahi thithak gayi. Usne Trupti ko upar se neeche tak dekha aur uske munh se ek seeti nikal gayi.




 Kriti: “Yaar Trupti! Tu toh din-ba-din aur bhi zyada hot hoti ja rahi hai. Kya baat hai? Jungle ki hawa ne kuch zyada hi asar dikhaya hai kya?”
Trupti: (Sharmaate hue) “Dhatt... pagal! Kuch bhi bolti hai. Bas taiyaar ho rahi hoon college ke liye.”
Kriti: (Trupti ke paas aakar uske kulhon par thappad maarte hue) “Yaar, sach bol rahi hoon. Agar main tere jaisi hoti na, toh har roz ek naya ganna (lund) choosti aur uske ras ka swaad leti. Tere paas toh khazana hai aur tu hai ki sirf ek hi mard ke peeche padi hai.”
Trupti: (Shock hote hue) “Kriti! Tu pagal ho gayi hai kya? Kuch bhi bakti hai... main aisi ladki nahi hoon.”
Kriti: (Haste hue) “Arre yaar, college ke din hi toh hote hain maje karne ke liye. Poore college ke ladke tere peeche pagal hain, har koi tujhe apni baahon mein bharna chahta hai. Abhay ko dekh, Vikki ko dekh... sab tere liye tadap rahe hain. Aur tu hai ki sirf us Rahul se chud rahi hai. Mana uska ganna bada hai, par kabhi swaad badal kar bhi toh dekh!”
Trupti ka dil dhak-dhak karne laga. Use Kriti ki baaton mein ek ajeeb si shararat aur thoda sachayi mehsoos hui. Use yaad aaya ki kaise jungle mein Rahul ne use randi bola tha aur use woh sun kar bura nahi laga tha. Aaj Kriti ki baatein bhi use thoda-thoda utjit (excite) kar rahi thin.
Trupti: (Hasi mein udaate hue) “Tu waqayi pagal hai Kriti. Mujhe Rahul kaafi hai, aur wese bhi woh mera... mera boyfriend hai na. Doosron ke baare mein sochne ki zaroorat nahi hai.”
Kriti: “Tu bohot bholi hai. Ek mard se pet nahi bharta Trupti. Dekhna, ek din tu khud kahegi ki Kriti sahi keh rahi thi. Khair, chal ab... college ke liye der ho rahi hai. Aaj toh tere is yellow dress ko dekh kar kitne ladkon ke pant mein tent banne wale hain, uska hisaab main rakhungi!”
Trupti hansi, par andar hi andar woh soch rahi thi ki kya sach mein uske jism mein itni aag hai ki woh poore college ko jala sake. Usne apne gown ko thoda aur neeche kheencha aur Kriti ke saath hostel se bahar nikal gayi, bekhabar ki aaj parking mein Rahul aur uske dost uska kis tarah intezaar kar rahe hain.


College ki parking mein maahaul garam ho chuka tha. Trupti railing ko pakad kar khadi thi, uski peeth Rahul ki taraf thi. Woh apni doston se baatein kar rahi thi, par uska jism thoda tana hua tha. Rahul wahi kuch doori par khada ho kar Trupti ki gaand ko niharne laga. Yellow frock mein Trupti ke kulhe kisi chumbak ki tarah uski aankhon ko kheench rahe the.
Rahul ke dimaag mein hawas ka nasha chadh raha tha: Rahul: (Mann mein) “Oh God! Kya gaand hai saali ki! Dil toh karta hai abhi sabke saamne iska frock uthaoon aur iski chikni darar mein apna lund daal kar ise poore college ke saamne chodh doon. Kaash Mummy meri personal randi ban jaye, toh saari umar ise itni berahmi se chodunga ki ye 4-5 bache aur paida kar degi.”
Udhar Kriti ki nazar Rahul par padi aur usne Trupti ko kohni maari. Kriti: “Oye Trupti! Dekh tera aashiq tujh par line maar raha hai. Beta, aaj toh tu gayi!”
Trupti ne mud kar dekha toh saamne Rahul tha. Trupti ne use ek sexy smile di, par us smile ke peeche ek gehra dard chupa tha. Woh jaanti thi ki ye rasta galat hai, par ab wo is 'acting' ke daldal mein itni gehrai tak utar chuki thi ki peeche hatne ka har rasta band lag raha tha. Woh ek sexy pose mein khadi ho gayi, par andar hi andar khud ko kos rahi thi.
Rahul ne ishare se kaha— "Tum bohot hot lag rahi ho!" aur ek flying kiss de di. Trupti sharam se laal ho gayi. Phir Rahul ne ganda ishara kiya— "Mujhe apni godh mein baithao, mujhe tumhare ye bade-bade boobs choosne hain."
Trupti ne pehle ishare mein 'no' kaha, par Rahul 'please-please' karne laga. Trupti ka dil pighalne laga. Usne socha ki agar use doston ke saamne ye affair barkaraar rakhna hai, toh Rahul ko khush rakhna hi hoga. Usne ishara kiya— "Do minute ruko."





Trupti: “Yaar Kriti, main thoda bor ho rahi hoon. Library ja kar koi book padh leti hoon.” Kriti: (Haste hue) “Rehne de Trupti! Humein pata hai tu kahan ja rahi hai. Tera aashiq kab se tadap raha hai.” Trupti: (Jhoothi smile ke saath) “Nahi yaar, aisa kuch nahi hai.” Kriti: “Hum andhe nahi hain. Ja, Room No. 3 khali hai, wahan koi nahi aata. Maze kar!”
Trupti sharam se paani-paani ho gayi. Usne socha, 'Hey Bhagwan, log mere baare mein kya soch rahe hain. Main ek Maa hoon, par aaj ek randi ki tarah apne bete se milne kamre mein ja rahi hoon.' Uska mann udaas tha, par jism par hawas ka rang chadh chuka tha.
Trupti ne Rahul ko peeche aane ka ishara kiya aur apni gaand matkaate hue Room No. 3 ki taraf badh gayi. Rahul apni zabaan honthon par pherte hue, shikaari kutte ki tarah uske peeche chal pada. Trupti ko ab Rahul ke saath romance mein maza aane laga tha. Woh use apna beta kam aur apna mard zyada maanne lagi thi.
Trupti ki matakti hui gaand ko dekh kar Rahul ka lund pant ke andar lohe jaisa sakht ho gaya tha. Woh jaanta tha ki aaj is kamre mein Trupti ko ghodi banna hi padega. Trupti kamre ke darwaze par pahunch kar ek baar peeche mudi, uski aankhon mein darr aur chahat ka milan tha. Usne darwaza khola aur andar dakhil ho gayi, ye jante hue ki aaj uski mamta ki ek aur deewar tootne wali hai.


Rahul ne jaise hi Room No. 3 ka darwaza band kiya, andar ki khamoshi unki tez saanson se bhar gayi. Trupti wahan chair par ek behad kamuk (provocative) andaz mein baithi hui thi, uske chehre par ek aisi muskan thi jo mard ko pagal kar de.
Rahul ne jab Trupti ko is roop mein dekha, toh usne apne honth danton tale daba liye. Uska lund pant ke andar kisi lohe ki rod ki tarah phatne ko taiyaar tha. Woh wahi khada ho kar apne lund ko masalne laga. Uske dimaag mein sirf ek hi dhun thi: “Sali kya sexy maal hai, aaj toh iski gaand ki dhajjiyan uda dunga.”
Udhar Trupti, Rahul ke pant mein bane us vishal 'tent' ko dekh rahi thi. Uske mann mein ek bhayanak yuddh chal raha tha. Ek taraf uski mamta aur wo gehra guilt tha ki wo apne hi bete ke saath ye sab kar rahi hai, par doosri taraf uske jism ki bhookh thi jo Sanjeev ke saath kabhi poori nahi hui thi. Usne socha, ‘Kya mujhe ye sex enjoy karna chahiye? Rahul ka ye tagda, mota lund jab meri pussy mein jayega, toh shayad main wo sukh paa sakun jo aaj tak sirf sapno mein tha. Woh mujhe kisi kutiya ki tarah chodega... aur shayad mujhe wahi chahiye.’
Rahul ab aur intezaar nahi kar sakta tha. Woh Trupti ke paas gaya aur uski kamar mein haath daal kar use uthaya. Agle hi pal, usne Trupti ko apne khade lund par bitha diya.
"Is... ahhh..." Trupti ke munh se siskaari nikal gayi. Yellow frock ke patle kapde ke neeche se use Rahul ke lund ki sakhti apni gaand ki darar mein mehsoos ho rahi thi.
Rahul pagal ho chuka tha. Usne Trupti ke boobs ko mutthiyon mein bhara aur unhe berahmi se masalne laga. Woh Trupti ke nange kandhon aur gardan ko apni zabaan se chaatne laga, uska thook Trupti ki twacha ko bhigo raha tha.










Rahul: (Ghurrate hue) “I love you Trupti darling! Tere is badan ke liye main pagal ho gaya hoon... aaj tujhe nichod dunga.”
Trupti par bhi ab hawas ka bhoot sawar tha, par darr abhi baaki tha. Woh Rahul ki godh se uthi aur room ke beech mein ja kar ek aise sexy pose mein khadi hui ki uski gaand hawa mein lahra rahi thi. Uski kaatilana nazrein Rahul ko dawat de rahi thin—‘Aao aur mita do mujhe.’
Rahul ne lapak kar Trupti ko peeche se jakad liya. Usne apna lund dress ke upar se hi Trupti ki gaand ki darar mein set kiya aur back-strokes lagane laga aur rub krne laga. Trupti ki siskaariyan ab tez ho rahi thin.





Trupti: (Haanfte hue) “Rahul... tumhe waada yaad hai na? Main tumhe shant kar dungi... par jo bhi karna limit mein karna... pussy mat chuna... isss... aahhh!”
Rahul: “Trupti, tujhe toh main apne lund ki rani banaunga! Tujhe uchhal-uchhal ke chodunga!”
Rahul wahi ghutno ke bal baith gaya. Usne Trupti ka frock upar kiya. Usne Trupti ke nange, gore butts par haath phera aur unhe chumne-chaatne laga. Phir usne apna munh Trupti ki gaand ki darar mein ghusa diya aur panty ke upar se hi uski gaand ko 'khana' shuru kiya. Trupti ne madhoshi mein apni aankhein band kar lin, uska poora shareer current ki tarah kaamp raha tha.



Tabhi, bahar corridor mein kisi ke kadmon ki aahat hui. Dono ek jhatke mein alag ho gaye. Darwaza khula aur Shital andar aayi.

Shital: “Trupti! Kahan reh gayi? Chal, Deepak Sir humein lecture hall mein bula rahe hain.”
Trupti: (Apne bikhre baal sambhalte hue) “Ruk... aa rahi hoon.”
Trupti ne Rahul ki taraf ek 'naughty smile' phenki aur apni gaand matkaate hue Shital ke saath nikal gayi. Rahul wahan khada ka khada reh gaya. Use aisa laga jaise Shital ne uske khade lund par talwar chala di ho. Thodi der pehle jo maahaul bana tha, usse lag raha tha ki aaj Trupti pakka chud jayegi.
Trupti jab bahar ja rahi thi, uske mann mein udaasi bhi thi aur ek ajeeb sa sukoon bhi. Woh jaanti thi ki usne aaj phir paap ki dehleez chhuye bina hawas ka lutf uthaya hai. Rahul bhi gusse aur tanaav mein wahan se bahar nikal gaya, apne lund ko pant ke upar se masalte hue.

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Room No. 3 ke baahar ka sannata ab zehar ugalne wala tha. Shital aur Trupti wahan se nikal kar corridor mein aage badh chuki thin, jabki Rahul thodi der baad kamre se baahar nikla. Uske chehre par thodi der pehle ki madhoshi aur maujooda gusse ka mishran tha. Lekin use khabar nahi thi ki do jodi aankhein use aur Trupti ko ek saath us kamre se nikalte hue dekh chuki hain.
Vikki aur Abhay, jo pichle kuch der se parking ke paas hi ghoom rahe the, achanak ek-dusre ke saamne aa gaye the. Unhone dekha ki kaise Trupti apne kapde durust karte hue aur baal sambhalte hue nikli, aur uske peeche-peeche Rahul apna lund masalte hue baahar aaya.
Vikki: (Ek gandi hansi ke saath) “Saala! Dekh rahe ho Abhay? Rahul ke toh maze hi maze hain yaar. Roz is garma-garam maal ko kisi na kisi kamre mein le jaakar chodta rehta hai. Iski kismat toh dekho, aisi raseelee aurat iske lund par sawaar hai.”
Abhay ne jab Vikki ki baatein suni, toh uska khoon khaul utha. Abhay ke liye Trupti sirf ek jism nahi thi, uske liye woh uski sachaayi aur junoon thi. Use yeh bardasht nahi ho raha tha ki Rahul uski 'queen' ko ek randi ki tarah kamron mein istemaal kar raha hai.
Abhay: (Dante peeste hue) “Chup kar Vikki! Woh koi 'maal' nahi hai. Woh meri hai, aur Rahul jaisa ladka uske layak nahi hai.”
Vikki: (Chidate hue) “Arre waah! Aashiq-e-azam... toh phir kar na kuch! Kab tak door se dekh kar muth maarta rahega? Himmat hai toh chheen le use Rahul se.”
Abhay ne Vikki ki aankhon mein dekha. Jalan aur gusse ne uske dimaag ko sunn kar diya tha. Usne ek khaufnak faisla kiya.
Abhay: “Theek hai Vikki! Ek challenge lagate hain. Dekhte hain ki hum dono mein se kaun Trupti ka Rahul se breakup karwa ke use apni baahon mein lata hai. Jo bhi Trupti ko pehle patayega aur use apne bistar tak le jayega, woh jeetega.”
Vikki: (Shaitani chamak ke saath) “Aur harne wale ka kya hoga?”
Abhay: (Ek kadwi muskaan ke saath) “Jo haarega, woh poore college ke saamne 'nangi daud' (naked run) lagayega. Sabke saamne uski izzat mitti mein mil jayegi. Manzoor hai?”
Vikki: “Manzoor hai! Ab maza aayega. Trupti ki pussy ke liye itni badi qurbani toh banti hai.”
Dono ne ek-dusre se haath milaya, ek aisi shart par jo unmein se kisi ek ki zindagi tabah karne wali thi. Rahul is khatre se bilkul bekhabar tha. Woh samajh raha tha ki Trupti sirf uski hai, par use nahi pata tha ki ab do bhookhe bhediye uski 'Maa' ka shikaar karne ke liye kisi bhi hadd tak jaane ko taiyaar hain.
Udhar Trupti, jo Shital ke saath lecture hall ki taraf ja rahi thi, use achanak ek thandak si mehsoos hui. Use aisa laga jaise koi use bohot buri nazar se ghoor raha ho. Woh nahi jaanti thi ki uski ek 'naughty smile' ne uske liye kitni badi museebat khadi kar di hai.



Lecture hall mein maahaul bilkul shaant tha, par teen dimaagon mein tufaan utha hua tha. Pehli row mein Trupti apni saheli Kriti ke saath baithi thi. Yellow dress mein Trupti peeche se kisi apsara ki tarah lag rahi thi, uski nangi gori gardan aur bikhre baal peeche baithe ladkon ko pagal kar rahe the.
Rahul aur Vikki hamesha ki tarah sabse peeche wali bench par baithe the, jabki Abhay ek doosre kone mein baitha Trupti ko ek-takt ghoor raha tha. Rahul abhi bhi Room No. 3 ke adhure maze ke baare mein soch raha tha, tabhi Vikki uske kaan ke paas jhuka.
Vikki: (Dheere se) “Oye Rahul, sun... Maine aur Abhay ne ek shart lagayi hai. Challenge ye hai ki hum dono mein se jo Trupti ko pehle patayega aur tere saath uska breakup karwayega, woh jeetega. Aur haarne wala poore college mein nanga daudega.”
Rahul ka chehra gusse se tamtama utha. Usne Vikki ka collar pakadne ki koshish ki.
Rahul: “Saale! Teri himmat kaise hui? Woh meri bandi hai, koi khelne ki cheez nahi!”
Vikki ne thandi hansi haste hue Rahul ka haath jhatak diya. Uske chehre par woh purani dosti wala haq tha jo ab zeher ban chuka tha.
Vikki: “Arre gussa kyun hota hai? Tu bhool gaya college aur college ke shuruat mein humne kitni ladkiyon ko aapas mein share kiya hai? Kitni baar maine tere liye raasta saaf kiya aur tune mere liye? Aaj bada 'loyal' ban raha hai... kya is yellow maal mein koi khaas baat hai jo tu bhai ko bhool gaya?”
Rahul sunn ho gaya. Vikki sahi keh raha tha. Unki dosti aisi hi 'sharing' par tiki thi. Par Trupti... woh sirf ek ladki nahi thi. Woh uski Maa thi. Lekin yeh baat woh Vikki ko kabhi nahi bata sakta tha. Agar usne zyada virodh kiya, toh Vikki ko shaq ho jayega aur woh gehrai tak jayega.
Rahul: (Ghabrahat mein) “Par Vikki... woh doosron jaisi nahi hai. Woh mujhse bohot pyaar karti hai.”
Vikki: (Ek shaitani smile ke saath) “Wahi toh dekhna hai! Agar woh tere liye sach mein loyal hogi, toh mere paas nahi aayegi. Tu darr kyun raha hai? Lekin sun... tujhe meri madad karni padegi. Tujhe beech-beech mein raasta saaf karna hoga taaki main use corner kar sakun.”
Rahul ka dum ghut raha tha. Usne Trupti ko apni "personal randi" banane ka sapna dekha tha, par ab uske saamne ek khaufnak kuan tha aur peeche khaai.
Vikki: “Dekh Rahul, ya toh tu mera bhai ban kar meri madad kar, ya phir main samjhunga ki tu humse kuch chhupa raha hai. Aur tujhe pata hai, jab mujhe shaq hota hai toh main peecha nahi chhodta.”
Rahul ka shareer thanda pad gaya. Usne Trupti ki taraf dekha—woh kitni masoomiyat se Kriti se baatein kar rahi thi, bekhabar ki uske hi bete ne use bhediyon ke saamne phekne ka faisla kar liya hai.
Rahul: (Tooti hui aawaaz mein) “Theek hai... main tera saath dunga. Par dekh lena Vikki, woh tere haath nahi aayegi.”
Vikki: “Woh toh waqt batayega mere bhai! Aaj raat se hi khel shuru hoga.”
Rahul ka dil guilt aur darr se bhar gaya. Use bura lag raha tha ki woh apni Maa ko apne gande dost ke hawale karne ja raha hai, par 'asliyat' chhupane ki keemat itni badi hogi, usne kabhi nahi socha tha. Udhar Trupti ne mud kar Rahul ko dekha aur ek pyari si smile di, par Rahul ne apni nazrein jhuka lin. Usne aaj ek aisa sauda kiya tha jiska anjaam sirf tabahi tha.

Lecture khatam hote hi class mein shor mach gaya. Trupti ne apna bag uthaya aur Kriti ke saath baatein karti hui bahar nikalne lagi. Rahul wahi peeche baitha raha, uski nazrein apni Maa ki matakti hui gaand par thi, par uske dimaag mein Vikki ki di hui dhamki goonj rahi thi.
Abhay ne dekha ki ye sahi mauka hai. Jaise hi Trupti thoda aage nikal gayi, Abhay ne lapak kar Kriti ka rasta roka.
Abhay: (Dheemi aur minnat bhari aawaaz mein) “Kriti, ek minute... mujhe tumse bohot zaroori baat karni hai.”
Kriti ne hairani se Abhay ko dekha. Woh jaanti thi ki Abhay Trupti ke liye pagal hai, par use Abhay ka tareeka pasand nahi tha.
Kriti: (Tanaav mein) “Abhay, ab kya hai? Dekho, Trupti pehle hi bohot pareshan hai. Tumne pehle hi use bohot dukh pahunchaya hai.”
Abhay: “Kriti, please meri baat suno...”
Kriti: (Gusse mein) “Kya sunu? Trupti ne mujhe sab bataya hai. Picnic par tumne uske saath jabardasti ki, use corner karke kiss kiya... Woh tumse darr gayi hai Abhay. Ab uska tumhare paas aana ya tumhara use patana lagbhag namumkin hai.”
Abhay ka chehra utar gaya. Use apni galti ka ehsaas tha, par uski hawas aur junoon usse bade the. Woh Kriti ke saamne lagbhag gidgidane laga.
Abhay: “Kriti, main jaanta hoon maine galat kiya. Par main usse sacha pyaar karta hoon. Rahul use sirf istemaal kar raha hai, woh use woh izzat nahi dega jo main dunga. Please, meri madad karo. Bas ek mauka dilwa do ki main usse maafi maang saku aur apna dil bayaan kar saku.”
Kriti thodi der soch mein pad gayi. Woh jaanti thi ki Trupti ke dimaag mein Rahul ke liye 'lust' jaag chuka hai, par use ye bhi lagta tha ki Rahul ek 'bigda hua ladka' hai. Agar Abhay jaisa muscular aur powerful mard Trupti ko mil jaye, toh shayad woh zyada khush rahegi.
Kriti: (Gehri saans lete hue) “Theek hai Abhay... Main tumhari madad kar dungi. Par yaad rakhna, agar is baar tumne koi badtameezi ki, toh main khud tumhe college se nikalwa dungi.”
Abhay: (Khushi se) “Waada raha Kriti! Bas tum use aaj shaam ko hostel ke peeche wale garden mein le aana. Main wahan uska intezaar karunga.”
Kriti: “Theek hai... Main koshish karungi. Par ye bohot mushkil hone wala hai.”
Kriti wahan se nikal gayi, par uske dimaag mein ek khichdi pak rahi thi. Woh Trupti ki 'saheli' thi, par woh Trupti ki jism ki aag ko bhi jaanti thi. Usne socha, 'Agar Trupti aur Abhay mil gaye, toh maaza dugna ho jayega.'
Udhar, Abhay ne door se Rahul ko dekha aur ek shaitani muskaan di. Use nahi pata tha ki Vikki ne pehle hi Rahul ko apne saath mila liya hai. Ab Trupti ek aise bhawar mein phansne wali thi jahan ek taraf uska beta tha, doosri taraf uska deewana aashiq Abhay, aur teesri taraf hawas ka bhookha Vikki.



College ka lecture khatam hone ke baad, Rahul aur Vikki college ke garden ke sabse kone wali bench par baithe the. Vikki bade aaram se cigarette ke dhuein ke chhalle bana raha tha, jabki Rahul ke chehre par pasina tha aur paer lagatar hil raha tha. Vikki ne Abhay ke saath jo shart lagayi thi, usne Rahul ki raaton ki neend uda di thi.
Vikki: (Cigarette ka kash lete hue) “Kyun be Rahul? Tera chehra kyun utra hua hai? Aisa lag raha hai jaise teri kidney maang li ho maine.”
Rahul: (Chidchidate hue) “Mazaak mat kar Vikki. Tune Abhay se shart laga li hai Trupti ko patane ki. Tujhe pata hai na woh meri bandi hai? Tu kaise soch sakta hai ki main apni bandi... apni GF tujhe de dunga?”
Vikki ne cigarette zameen par phek kar use pair se masal diya aur Rahul ke kandhe par haath rakha. Uski pakad mein dosti kam aur dhamki zyada thi.
Vikki: “Sun mere bhai... Bandi hai, koi patthar ki lakeer nahi. Aur tujhe pata hai maine Shital ko set kar rakha hai? Woh meri 'khabri' ban chuki hai ab. Usne bataya hai ki aaj raat Kriti, Shital aur Trupti teeno ‘Pipes Pub’ mein party karne ja rahi hain.”
Rahul: “Toh? Usse kya hoga?”
Vikki: (Ek shaitani muskaan ke saath) “Plan simple hai meri jaan. Maine Shital ko bol diya hai. Woh mauka dekhte hi Trupti ki drink mein 'Blue Pill' (Viagra/Sex drug) mila degi. Ek baar woh goli andar gayi, toh Trupti sex ki aag mein jalne lagegi. Us waqt use bas ek cheez chahiye hogi—ek tagda lund.”
Rahul ka dil zor se dhadakne laga. Ek taraf use ye sun kar gussa aa raha tha ki uski Maa ko koi drug dene wala hai, par doosri taraf 'sex ki aag mein jalne wali Trupti' ka khayal use andar se utjit (aroused) bhi kar raha tha.
Rahul: “Toh main wahan hunga na... main sambhal lunga use.”
Vikki: (Zor se haste hue) “Abey ghunchu! Tu nahi... Main! Main use sambhalunga. Plan ye hai ki jab woh nashe mein dhut hogi, toh tu use lekar mere Farmhouse par aayega. Lekin wahan kamre mein tu nahi jayega... wahan main jaunga.”
Rahul apni jagah se khada ho gaya.
Rahul: “Kya? Pagal hai kya Vikki? Yeh nahi ho sakta! Woh meri hai... main kisi aur ko use chhoone nahi dunga.”
Vikki ka chehra sakht ho gaya. Woh bhi khada hua aur Rahul ki aankhon mein aankhein daal kar bola.
Vikki: “Awaaz neeche Rahul! Tu bhool raha hai ki hum kaun hain. Mere papa politician hain, aur tujhe pata hai agar main apni par aa gaya toh kya kar sakta hoon. Aur sabse badi baat... kya tu chahta hai ki main us Abhay ke saamne haar jaau? Kya tu chahta hai ki tera ye jigri yaar poore college ke saamne nanga daude? Meri izzat ka sawal hai be!”
Rahul: (Dheere padte hue) “Par Vikki... yaar woh mujhse pyaar karti hai. Yeh dhokha hoga.”
Vikki: “Pyaar-vyaar sab bakwaas hai. Sun, mera plan perfect hai. Main use farmhouse pe le jaake todunga. Us haalat mein jab main uski photos aur videos banaunga, toh woh darr jayegi. Fir main use blackmail karke bolunga ki Rahul se breakup karle aur meri GF ban ja. Isse main shart jeet jaunga.”
Rahul ka dimaag sunn ho gaya tha. Uski Maa ka sauda uska dost kar raha tha, aur wo majboor tha.
Rahul: “Aur uske baad? Jab shart jeet jayega tu?”
Vikki ne wapas Rahul ke kandhe par haath rakha aur ek gandi hansi hasi.
Vikki: “Arre mere bhai, tension kyun leta hai? Ek baar shart jeet gaya, fir main kahan use shaadi karke ghar le ja raha hoon? Woh rahegi toh hamare group mein hi na.”
Vikki ne Rahul ke kaan ke paas munh le ja kar wo baat kahi jisne Rahul ki rahi-sahi himmat bhi tod di.
Vikki: “Dekh Rahul... Trupti ko main girlfriend banaunga duniya ko dikhane ke liye. Par asliyat mein... GF kiski bhi ho, kya farak padega? Randi toh dono ki rahegi na... Dono bhai mil-baant ke mithai khayenge. Tu bhi chodna, main bhi chodunga. Sharing is caring, yaad hai na?”
Rahul ke andar guilt ka tufan tha. Woh apni Maa ko bhediyon ke aage phek raha tha. Par Vikki ki dosti, uske baap ka political power, aur Abhay se haarne ka darr... sabne milkar Rahul ko kayar bana diya tha. Aur kahin na kahin, uske andar chupa wo 'tharki beta' bhi dekhna chahta tha ki jab uski Maa nashe mein hogi aur koi aur mard use chodega, toh wo nazara kaisa hoga.
Rahul: (Nigahein jhuka kar) “Theek hai Vikki... Par dhyan rakhna, use zyada chot nahi lagni chahiye.”
Vikki: “Tu bas use Farmhouse le aana... baaki aage ki 'sewa' main karunga.”
Rahul wahan se nikal gaya, ek bhaari mann aur gande khayalon ke saath. Aaj raat Trupti ke liye qayamat ki raat hone wali thi, aur uska apna beta hi use us qayamat tak le jane wala tha.



Hostel ke kamre mein aaj ek alag hi raunak thi. Vikki aur Rahul ke beech hui saude-baazi se bekhabar, Trupti aur Kriti 'Pipes Pub' jaane ke liye taiyaar ho rahi thin. Kriti pehle hi ready ho chuki thi, lekin jab Trupti bathroom se bahar nikli, toh kamre ka tapman achanak badh gaya.
Trupti ne aaj ek behad bold aur sexy Black Shoulder-less Gown pehna hua tha. Woh gown uske jism par kisi doosri khaal ki tarah chipka hua tha, jisme uske 38-28-38 ka figure saaf ubhar kar aa raha tha. Gown ki lambai sirf uske ghutno tak thi, jiske neeche uske nange, gore aur chikne pair (legs) kisi sangmarmar ki murti ki tarah chamak rahe the. Usne apne pairon mein kaale rang ki pencil heels pehni thi, jo uski height aur uski chaal mein ek alag hi lachak la rahi thin.
Uske gore chehre par halka makeup tha, par aankhon mein gehra kajal aur hotho par glossy pink lipstick kisi ko bhi ghayal karne ke liye kaafi thi. Kaanon mein lambe jhumke latak rahe the jo uski nangi gardan ko chhu rahe the. Khule baal uske nange kandhon par bikhar kar uski khubsurati mein char chand laga rahe the. Ungliyon mein lagi red nail polish uske gore haathon par khoon ki tarah laal chamak rahi thi.
Kriti: (Aankhein phade dekhte hue) “Wow Trupti! Tu aaj sach mein bijli girane wali hai. Tu jo bhi pehan le, lajawab lagti hai. Tabhi toh college ke ladke kya, professors bhi tere deewane hain. Aaj toh Pub mein aag lag jayegi!”
Trupti sharam se muskura di, par andar hi andar use apne is roop par naaz bhi tha.
Trupti: “Tu bhi na Kriti... bas kar ab, zyada mat chadha.”
Kriti: “Ruk, ek pic toh banti hai. Is look ko capture nahi kiya toh paap lagega.”
Trupti Kriti ke kehne par deewar ke paas gayi. Usne ek pair ko thoda aage kiya jisse uska gown thoda upar uth gaya aur uski nangi jaangh (thigh) ki jhalak dikhne lagi. Usne gardan ko thoda tircha kiya aur ek behad sexy pose diya.
Kriti ne fatafat apne mobile mein Trupti ki tasveerein kheench lin.
Trupti: “Ab chalein? Der ho rahi hai.”
Kriti: “Haan chalo, aaj toh raat rangeen hone wali hai.”
Dono hostel se niche utri aur parking ki taraf badhin. Trupti jab apni high heels par chal rahi thi, toh uski gaand gown ke andar mast thirak rahi thi. Har kadam par uske nitamb (butts) upar-neeche ho rahe the, jise dekh kar wahan khada watchman bhi apna danda pakad kar reh gaya.
Trupti ne car nikali aur driving seat par baith gayi. Kriti uske bagal mein baithi. Raat ke 9 baj rahe the, sadak par sannata aur thandak thi, par car ke andar Trupti ki perfume ki khushbu mahak rahi thi.
Naka Bandi Aur Hawas Bhari Nazrein



Shehar ke bahar jaane wale raste par security officer ki naka-bandi chal rahi thi. Wahan Inspector Vijay (umra karib 28 saal, fit aur handsome par aankhon mein shaitani) aur Constable Ravi Bosle (umra 50-55 saal, pet nikla hua aur tharki budha) duty par the. Wo aati-jaati gaadiyon ko rok kar checking kar rahe the.
Trupti ki car jaise hi nake ke paas aayi, Constable Bosle ne haath dikha kar car rokne ka ishara kiya. Trupti ne car side mein lagayi aur shisha niche kiya.
Ravi Bosle car ke paas aaya aur jhuk kar andar dekha. Jaise hi uski nazar driving seat par baithi Trupti par padi, uski aankhein fati ki fati reh gayi. Trupti ke shoulder-less gown ki wajah se uske nange kandhe aur boobs ki ghati (cleavage) saaf dikh rahi thi.
Bosle: (Lallar tapkate hue) “Kahan ja rahi ho madam itni raat ko?”
Trupti: (Confident aawaz mein) “Hum Pub ja rahe hain, friends ki party hai.”
Bosle ki nazrein Trupti ke chehre se hat kar seedha uske boobs par atak gayi thin. Woh besharmi se unhe ghoor raha tha, aur Trupti ko yeh mehsoos ho raha tha.
Bosle: “Madam, license dikhao.”
Trupti ne apne bag se license nikala aur Bosle ke haath mein diya. Bosle ne license dekha, par uska dhyan license par kam aur Trupti ke nange, gore haathon par zyada tha.
Bosle: “Ruko... main Sahab ko dikha ke aata hoon.”
Bosle license lekar Inspector Vijay ke paas gaya jo jeep ke paas khada cigarette pee raha tha.
Bosle: (Dheere se) “Sahab... car mein jo maal hai wo kaafi dhasu hai. Ekdum kadak item hai, aaj tak aisi aurat nahi dekhi is road pe.”
Vijay: (Cigarette phekte hue) “Kya bol raha hai Bosle? Aisa kya dekh liya tune? Ruk, mujhe bhi ek nazar marne de.”
Vijay apni uniform theek karte hue car ki taraf badha. Jaise hi wo khidki ke paas aaya, Trupti ne upar dekha. Vijay ki nazar Trupti ke raseele hotho, bhare hue boobs aur nange pairo par padi toh wo bhi dang reh gaya. Usne mann mein socha, 'Yaar, ye toh koi heroine lagti hai.'
Vijay: (Thoda sakht banne ka natak karte hue) “Madam, aapne drink kar rakhi hai kya? Gaadi chala rahi hain, checking karni padegi.”
Trupti: “Ji nahi Inspector sahab, main drink nahi karti. Hum bas ja hi rahe hain.”
Vijay: (Nazrein Trupti ke cleavage par gadate hue) “Aise kaise maan lein? Machine toh kharab hai... aapko fuk (blow) maarni padegi, mujhe smell check karni hai.”
Trupti samajh gayi ki ye Inspector sirf bahana bana raha hai taaki wo uske kareeb aa sake. Par wo security officer se panga nahi lena chahti thi.
Trupti: “Theek hai.”
Vijay khidki ke aur kareeb aaya aur apna chehra Trupti ke chehre ke paas le gaya. Trupti ne halke se apne raseele honthon ko gol kiya aur Vijay ke chehre par fuk maari. Trupti ki saanson ki garam aur meethi khushbu Vijay ke chehre se takrayi toh uska nasha aur badh gaya. Wo kuch second tak Trupti ki aankhon aur honthon ko dekhta raha.



Trupti: “Ho gaya na check? Ab hum ja sakte hain?”
Vijay: (Hosh mein aate hue) “Haan... haan... smell toh nahi hai. Ja sakti hain aap. Par dhyan rakhna, raat ka waqt hai aur rasta sunsaan hai.”
Trupti ne turant shisha upar kiya, car start ki aur tezi se wahan se nikal gayi.
Vijay aur Bosle wahi khade us car ki red tail-lights ko dekhte rahe.
Vijay: “Bosle ji... kasam se, kya kadak maal tha! Iske honth dekh kar toh mera imaan dol gaya.”
Bosle: “Haan sahab, mast maal tha. Aisi aurat ke saath ek raat mil jaye toh aadmi swarg pahunch jaye.”
Vijay: (Ek shaitani muskaan ke saath) “Bosle ji, aaj shift khatam hone ke baad bhi ghar nahi jayenge. Aaj saari raat yahi duty karenge.”
Bosle: “Kyun sahab?”
Vijay: “Kyunki wo Pub gayi hai... wapas toh yahi se lautegi na? Aur jab wapas aayegi, toh pakka drink karke aayegi. Tab hum ise 'Drunk and Drive' mein pakdenge... aur fir is maal ke saath 'fine' ki jagah kuch aur vasool karenge.”
Bosle: (Khush hote hue) “Bilkul sahab! Aaj puri raat duty karenge aur is haseen chidiya ke wapas lautne ka intezaar karenge.”
Vijay aur Bosle ne ek doosre ko dekha aur hasne lage, phir baki gaadiyon ko check karne mein lag gaye. Trupti ko khabar bhi nahi thi ki aage Rahul aur Vikki ka jaal hai, aur peeche security officer ki ye gandi saazish uska intezaar kar rahi hai.

[Joker44]

I would recommend to create a twist on story. Every story in every forum ends up in mom-son sex with no reason.Make story complex,dark,cuckson, humiliation,losing close family member to some bully is super erotic.....


Add cuck twist like inspite of rahul(son) have control over tripti(mom),muscular bully  abhay and vikki to have intense fight for her.Abhay is so strong that rahul(son) fear to confront him. Winner abhay by hook or crook make tripti to be his girlfriend while viki make temporary gf with kriti or shital. Rahul with much difficulty gets a new gf later on but she is not so sexy as tripti.


Make abhay and tripti elected as fresher no 1 of college and make them CR(class monitor) of the section A along with rahul(son) in same section.Rahul feels jealous about her mom tripti because abhay as a cr never miss any opportunity to hit his mom. Initially at first rahul(son) and tripti(mom) sits together but abhay bullied rahul and played trick to sit with tripti.

Add a fight scene between rahul and abhay when rahul(son) wanted to take back his mom from strong abhay but failed.Instead tripti saved rahul(son) from abhay wrath by assuring abhay that she is her girlfriend only.Even teacher in college think abhay is potential mate for tripti(mom).

Abhay is so possesive about his mom( tripti) that he fight with any potential mate to eradicate risk of losing her.For tripti it become very difficult to meet with rahul(son), but in her mind she started to like abhay as macho man.

Add Forcing tripti to sit with him(abhay)in class ,calling her for group study along with rahul,tution,suddenly taking tripti(mom) on college gent toilet, .......add cuckson, intense fucking, betrayal,abhay drinking tripti milk, later on add a marriage between tripti and bully abhay................


SUCH A SUPER HOT AND NICE STORY,ADD TWIST RATHER THAN NORMAL MOM -SON STORY.(ONE THING ADD TRIPTI WITH ABHAY ONLY).I HAVE GIVEN MY SUGGGESTION,NOW IT'S UPTO WRITER TO CONSIDER.ANYWAY ...YOU WRITING SKILL IS VERY GOOD

Haan, concept sahi hai. Normal mom-son story boring ho jaati hai, aur Rahul main lead hai toh cuck wala scene bhi nahi chahiye. Isko full interesting banayenge twists ke saath, aur end tak suspense rakhenge ki Tripti finally kisko milti hai.

Thank you all for the suggesion please enjoy the story and do comments about it to muze pata lgta rahe ki story kesi chl rhi hae..

[Fing fing]

Haan, concept sahi hai. Normal mom-son story boring ho jaati hai, aur Rahul main lead hai toh cuck wala scene bhi nahi chahiye. Isko full interesting banayenge twists ke saath, aur end tak suspense rakhenge ki Tripti finally kisko milti hai.

Thank you all for the suggesion please enjoy the story and do comments about it to muze pata lgta rahe ki story kesi chl rhi hae..

Actually as rahul is the main lead, jealousy or cuck or losing his beloved mom to only one lucky competitor with twist will take your story to next level.I mean no story will be comparable anymore.Story will be a master standard.

I am actually your fan of writing skill and the concept is also new.Truely one of the best writer on xossipy.Eagerly waiting for your update....

# update next part fast as the story is a bomb my dear......

[Joker44]

Actually as rahul is the main lead, jealousy or cuck or losing his beloved mom to only one lucky competitor with twist will take your story to next level.I mean no story will be comparable anymore.Story will be a master standard.

I am actually your fan of writing skill and the concept is also new.Truely one of the best writer on xossipy.Eagerly waiting for your update....

# update next part fast as the story is a bomb my dear......

Thank you for all the support, happy to have reader like you.

I alredy wrote next chapter will be posting that tommorow.

[Joker44]

 ‘Pipes Pub’ ke parking lot mein andhera aur neon lights ka mila-jula saaya tha. Trupti ne apni car ek corner mein park ki. Engine band hote hi, usne ek gehri saans li aur mirror mein apna chehra dekha. Uska kajal, uski lipstick aur uske khule baal—sab kuch perfect tha. Aaj woh ek Maa nahi, balki college ki sabse hot ladki ban kar aayi thi.
Jaise hi Trupti car se bahar nikli, uske Black Shoulder-less Gown ne uske dudhiya safed jism ko highlight kar diya. Thandi hawa ne jab uske nange kandhon aur nange pairon ko chhua, toh Trupti ke jism mein ek siharan daud gayi. Kriti bhi dusri taraf se nikli.
Wahin parking ke andhere kone mein do awara ladke, Ravi aur Sachin, cigarette pee rahe the. Unki niyat pehle se hi kharab thi, aur jab unki nazar Trupti par padi, toh unke munh se cigarette girne ko ho gayi.
Ravi: (Aankhein faad kar) “Oye Sachin! Bhai, dekh toh sahi kya cheez utri hai car se! Kasam se, aaj tak is pub mein aisa maal nahi dekha.”
Sachin: (Hotho par jeebh pherte hue) “Haaye main mar jaavan! Bhai, iske boobs dekh! Aisa lag raha hai gown faad kar bahar aa jayenge. Dil kar raha hai abhi bhaag kar jaun aur unhe dono haathon se masal-masal kar sara ras nichod loon.”
Ravi: (Trupti ke piche ghumte hue) “Abe boobs chhod, uski gaand dekh! Kya mast golai hai yaar. Ye gown toh bas naam ka hai, iski gaand ki har movement saaf dikh rahi hai. Dil kar raha hai saali ko yahi bonnet par jhuka kar, kapde ke upar se hi lund pel doon.”
Sachin: “Aur iske gulabi honth! Bhai, agar ye ek baar kiss kar le na, toh banda wahin dher ho jaye. Chal, aaj kismat azmate hain. Inke saath koi mard nahi hai.”
Trupti aur Kriti bekhabar hokar pub ke entrance ki taraf badhne lagin. Trupti ki high heels ki 'tak-tak' aawaz sannate mein goonj rahi thi, aur uski gaand har kadam par left-right matak rahi thi. Ravi aur Sachin se raha nahi gaya, woh lapak kar unke raaste mein aa gaye.
Ravi: (Rasta rokte hue) “Excuse me, Madam!”
Trupti aur Kriti achanak ruk gayin. Trupti ne Ravi ko upar se neeche tak dekha, uski aankhon mein tharkipan saaf dikh raha tha.
Trupti: (Sakhti se) “Ji boliye? Aap mujhse baat kar rahe hain?”
Sachin: (Trupti ke cleavage ko ghurte hue) “Haan Madam, aap hi se bol rahe hain. Waise aap akele kahan ja rahi hain? Itna bhari badan lekar akele chalna theek nahi hai.”
Trupti: “Hum Pub ja rahe hain. Aur humein kisi ki company ki zaroorat nahi hai. Side hato.”
Ravi aur Sachin ne Trupti ke pooray sharir ko scan kiya—uske nange pairon se lekar uske ubhare hue seene tak. Trupti ko unki nazrein apne jism par rengti hui mehsoos ho rahi thin.
Ravi: (Besharmi se) “Arre gussa kyun hoti ho jaaneman? Kya aap dono hamari partners banna chahogi? Andar couple entry free hai, aur hum tumhe bohot khush rakhenge.”
Trupti: “No thanks! Hum akele hi kaafi hain.”
Sachin: (Thoda aage badhte hue) “Arre ban jao na Madam! Aapko toh bohot maze karayenge hum. Suna hai mature maal mein garmi zyada hoti hai.”
Ravi: “Haan yaar, man bhi jao. Kyun nakhre kar rahi ho? Teri ye gaand aur boobs bohot masalenge hum, tujhe bhi maza aayega aur humein bhi. Aur haan... raat bhar khub chodenge bhi tumhe. Subah tak chalne layak nahi chodenge.”
Ye gandi baatein sun kar Trupti ka chehra gusse se laal ho gaya. Use yakeen nahi ho raha tha ki log use sadak par khade hokar 'chodne' ki baat kar rahe hain.
Trupti: (Chillate hue) “Idiots! Rascals! Himmat kaise hui tumhari? Hato yahan se!”
Kriti: (Trupti ka haath pakad kar) “Chal Trupti, in kutto ke munh mat lag. Ye sadak chaap hain.”
Trupti aur Kriti tezi se wahan se nikli aur pub ke gate ki taraf badhin. Unki chaal mein gussa tha, jis wajah se Trupti ki gaand aur bhi zyada zor se matak rahi thi. Ravi aur Sachin unke peeche-peeche chal pade, unki bhookh ab aur badh gayi thi.
Ravi: (Peeche se aawaz lagate hue) “Arre Madam! Ban jao na humari kutiya! Ek baar mauka toh do... humare lund shant kar do, tumhe wo maza denge jo tumhare pati ne bhi nahi diya hoga!”
Trupti ne unki baaton ko ansuna kiya aur Bouncers ke paas se hoti hui Pub ke andar dakhil ho gayi. Jaise hi wo andar gayi, tez music aur dhuein ka gubar uske chehre se takraya.
Lekin kahani yahan khatam nahi hui thi. Pub ke andar ke andhere kone mein, Vikki aur Rahul pehle se baithe the. Vikki ki nazar seedha Trupti par padi jo us black gown mein qayamat lag rahi thi.
Vikki: (Rahul ko kohni maarte hue) “Dekh Rahul... aa gayi teri item. Bhai sahab! Kya lag rahi hai aaj ye! Aaj toh iski cheekhein sunne ka alag hi maza aayega.”
Rahul ne dekha ki Trupti ke peeche wo do sadak-chaap ladke (Ravi aur Sachin) bhi andar ghus rahe hain aur Trupti ko ghoor rahe hain. Rahul ki mutthiyan bhich gayin. Uski Maa ko koi aur ghoore, ye use bardasht nahi tha—bhale hi wo khud use Vikki ke hawale karne aaya ho.
Rahul: (Daant peeste hue) “Wo do kutte kaun hain jo uske peeche aa rahe hain?”
Vikki: “Chhod na, koi honge tharki. Tu bas plan par focus kar. Shital ko ishara kar diya hai maine. Bas kuch hi der mein Trupti ki drink mein 'jaadu' milne wala hai. Phir ye Ravi aur Sachin kya... Trupti khud tere aur mere lund par nachegi.”


‘Pipes Pub’ ke andar ka maahaul kisi ubalte hue jwalamukhi jaisa tha. Tez music dilon ki dhadkano ko badha raha tha aur disco lights ke beech jismon ki garmi hawa mein ghuli hui thi. Abhay, Shital aur unka group pehle se hi wahan maujood tha. Abhay ki nazrein darwaze par gadi hui thin, jaise koi shikaari apne shikaar ka intezaar kar raha ho.

Jaise hi Trupti aur Kriti ne andar kadam rakha, Abhay ke haath mein pakda drink ka glass hil gaya. Usne Trupti ko us Black Shoulder-less Gown mein dekha toh uski saansein atak gayin. Trupti ke gore nange kandhe aur us gown mein qaid uske bhare hue boobs disco lights mein kisi heere ki tarah chamak rahe the.
Abhay: (Mann mein) “Wow yaar! Trupti ki khubsurati toh din-ba-din nikharti ja rahi hai. Kya lag rahi hai aaj ye! Bas jaldi se jaldi ye meri baahon mein ho, aur main is gown ko faad kar is nangi devi ko apne lund par sawar kar sakun.”
Trupti aur Kriti apne doosre friends se milne lagin. Udhar bar counter par khade Ravi aur Sachin abhi bhi besharmi se Trupti ke cleavage aur gaand ko ghoor rahe the. Abhay se raha nahi gaya, woh seedha Trupti ke paas pahuncha.
Abhay: (Ek magnetic smile ke saath) “Hi Trupti!”
Trupti: (Thoda hichkichate hue) “Hi Abhay.”
Abhay: “Aaj tum bohot khubsurat lag rahi ho. Itni ki poore pub ki roshni feeki pad gayi hai tumhare aage.”
Trupti ke gaalo par surkhi aa gayi, par wo Abhay se zyada baat karke Rahul ko naraz nahi karna chahti thi.
Trupti: “Thank you Abhay. Chal Kriti, dance karte hain.”
Trupti ne Abhay ko wahi chhod diya aur Kriti ka haath pakad kar dance floor ki taraf bhaag gayi. Abhay wahi khada muskurata raha, use pata tha ki shikaar jaal mein aayega, bas sabra ki zaroorat hai.

Dance floor par Trupti ne aag laga di thi. Tez beats par jab woh apni kamar matka rahi thi, toh uska gown uske curves par phisal raha tha. Uski chhati (boobs) har jump ke saath uchhal rahi thi, jise dekh kar wahan maujood har mard ka gala sookh raha tha.
Kriti: (Naachte hue Trupti ke kaan mein) “Tu Abhay ko itna neglect kyun karti hai yaar? Banda tere liye pagal hai.”
Trupti: (Zor se) “Kyunki main usse pyaar nahi karti! Tu bas dance kar.”
Kriti thoda side ho gayi aur kisi aur ladke ke saath dance karne lagi. Trupti akeli mast hokar naach rahi thi, apni aankhein band karke music ko feel kar rahi thi. Tabhi, peeche se Ravi ne mauka dekha.
Ravi ne achanak Trupti ko peeche se kamar se pakad liya aur apne lund ko Trupti ki gaand se sata diya. Trupti hadbada gayi. Ravi: “Kya naachti ho baby...”
Isse pehle ki Trupti kuch samajh paati, Ravi ne uske nange kandhe par kiss kar diya. Trupti ghabra kar palti, toh saamne Sachin aa gaya. Sachin ne Trupti ko saamne se gher liya aur uske kareeb aate hue bola— “Ek kiss toh banti hai rani!”
Trupti darr gayi. Woh chhutne ki koshish kar rahi thi, par charo taraf bheed thi aur music itna tez tha ki uski aawaz dab rahi thi. Sachin zabardasti apna munh Trupti ke honthon ki taraf badha raha tha.

Tabhi ek toofan aaya. Abhay, jo baaz ki nazar rakhe hue tha, bheed ko cheerte hue wahan pahuncha. Usne aate hi Ravi ko collar se pakda aur ek jhatke mein door phenk diya.
Abhay: (Dahaadte hue) “Tum logon ki himmat kaise hui ise chhune ki?”
Ravi girte-padte utha, nashe mein dhut tha. Ravi: “Teri kya behen lagti hai be jo tu itna bhadak raha hai? Hum toh bas maze le rahe the.”
Ye sunte hi Abhay ka gussa satvein aasmaan par pahunch gaya. Usne Ravi ke chehre par ek zor ka mukka mara.
Abhay: (Gusse mein) “Behen hogi teri saale! Meri Girlfriend hai woh! Agar kisi ne dubara iski taraf aankh utha kar bhi dekha, toh aankhein nikaal lunga.”
‘Meri Girlfriend hai’—ye shabd Trupti ke kaanon mein gunj gaye. Usne hairani se Abhay ko dekha. Rahul kahin nahi tha, par Abhay uske liye lad raha tha.
Bouncers turant aa gaye aur Ravi-Sachin ko ghaseet kar pub se bahar phenk diya. Maahaul shant hua. Abhay ki saansein tez thin. Usne Trupti ki taraf dekha, uski aankhon mein junoon tha. Usne Trupti ki kamar ko haath se pakda aur use apne seene se sata liya.
Abhay: (Gehri aawaz mein) “Trupti... tum mere pyaar ko kabhi samajh nahi paogi. Main tumhe kisi ko chhune nahi dunga.”
Abhay ne Trupti ko wahi chhoda aur bina koi jawab maange, dukhi hero ki tarah Bar Counter ki taraf chala gaya. Trupti wahi khadi reh gayi, uska dil zor se dhadak raha tha. Usne pehli baar Abhay ke andar wo Protective Mard dekha jo use Rahul mein kabhi nahi dikha. Uske dil ke kisi kone mein Abhay ke liye jagah banne lagi thi.



Kuch der baad, Trupti khud chalkar Bar Counter par gayi jahan Abhay akela baitha drink pee raha tha. Trupti ne uske bagal wali chair khinchi aur baith gayi.
Trupti: (Naram aawaz mein) “Thank you, Abhay. Aaj tum nahi hote toh...”
Abhay: (Muskurate hue) “Dosti mein no sorry, no thank you. Main hamesha tumhare liye khada rahunga, chahe tum mujhe apna maano ya na maano.”
Trupti muskura di. Dono ke beech baatein shuru ho gayin. Abhay use hansa raha tha, uski tareef kar raha tha. Trupti bhi khul kar hans rahi thi, uske haath Abhay ke haathon se takra rahe the. Woh flirt kar rahi thi, anjaane mein hi sahi.
Pub ke andhere kone mein, Rahul aur Vikki ye sab dekh rahe the.
Rahul: (Daant peeste hue) “Dekh raha hai Vikki? Saala Abhay apni chaal chal raha hai. Kaise chipak ke baitha hai meri Maa se! Aur woh bhi dekho... kaise hans-hans ke baat kar rahi hai, jaise main toh hoon hi nahi.”
Vikki: (Jalti hui aag mein ghee dalte hue) “Maine kaha tha na Rahul? Abhay bohot tez hai. Woh 'Emotional Card' khel gaya. Abhi woh hero bana hai, thodi der mein woh Trupti ko bistar par le jayega. Agar humne abhi apna plan execute nahi kiya, toh aaj raat Trupti Abhay ki keep ban jayegi, aur tu dekhta reh jayega.”
Rahul: “Nahi! Aisa nahi hone dunga main.”
Vikki: “Toh phir Shital ko signal de raha hoon. Abhi Trupti masti mein hai, yahi mauka hai Blue Pill dene ka. Agle 15 minute mein Trupti ki ye hansi sex ki tadap mein badal jayegi. Phir dekhna, kaise woh khud aayegi humare paas.”
Rahul ne majboori mein haan kar di, par uski nazrein Trupti aur Abhay par hi tiki thin, jahan uska 'Macho Rival' uski 'Maa' ko dheere-dheere jeet raha tha.


Pub ke andhere kone mein baithe Vikki ne apni jeb se mobile nikala aur table ke neeche se Shital ko message kiya: "NOW."

Bar counter par khadi Shital ne message padha aur turant harkat mein aa gayi. Jab Trupti aur Abhay baton mein mashgool the, Shital ne mauka dekha aur chupke se Trupti ke glass mein woh ‘Blue Pill’ (Viagra powder) mila di. Powder drink mein ghulte hi gaayab ho gaya. Shital ne ek pyari si muskan ke saath glass uthaya aur Trupti ki taraf badhi.
Shital: “Guys! Itna serious discussion kyun? Chalo, cheers karte hain aaj ki raat ke naam!”
Trupti ne bina kisi shaq ke glass uthaya. Abhay ki aankhon mein dekhte hue usne woh zehreela jaam apne raseele honthon se lagaya aur ek hi saans mein aadha glass khaali kar diya. Vikki aur Rahul door se yeh sab dekh rahe the.
Rahul apni seat se uthne hi wala tha ki Trupti ko le aaye, par Vikki ne uska haath pakad kar use wapas seat par bitha diya.
Vikki: (Dheere se) “Pagal hai kya? Abhi ruk ja. Woh dawai koi mamooli nahi hai. Kam se kam 15-20 minute lagenge nasha chadne mein. Jab uske andar ki aag bhadkegi, tab tu entry marna. Abhi tamasha dekh.”






Drink khatam hote hi Abhay ne apna haath aage badhaya. Abhay: “Trupti... kya ek dance ka mauka milega? Sirf ek dost ke naate?”

Trupti ne inkaar nahi kiya. Usne muskurate hue apna naram haath Abhay ke mazboot haath mein de diya. Dono dance floor par gaye. Kismat se DJ ne fast music band karke ek Romantic Bollywood Track chala diya.

Abhay ne Trupti ki patli kamar par apna haath rakha aur use dheere se apni taraf kheencha. Trupti ka Black Shoulder-less Gown Abhay ke kapdon se ragad khane laga. Shuruat mein Trupti ne thoda gap banaye rakha, par woh dawai ab apna asar dikhana shuru kar rahi thi.

Trupti ko achanak apne pet ke nichle hisse mein ek ajeeb si garmi mehsoos hui. Aisa laga jaise uske khoon ki raftaar tez ho gayi ho. Uski nangi peeth par Abhay ki ungliyon ka sparsh use kisi current ki tarah lag raha tha. Use ek lusty feeling aane lagi, jisme wo khud ko rok nahi pa rahi thi.

Trupti: (Abhay ki aankhon mein dekhte hue) “Abhay... thank you. Sach mein, agar aaj tum nahi hote toh wo ladke pata nahi kya kar dete. Tumne mujhe bacha liya.”

Abhay: (Trupti ko aur kareeb late hue) “Maine kaha tha na Trupti, main tumhare liye kisi se bhi lad sakta hoon. Tumhari izzat meri izzat hai.”

Trupti ka dil pighalne laga. Us dawai ke nashe ne uske dimaag ke 'Guilt' wale hisse ko sunn kar diya tha. Woh sochne lagi, ‘Kitna caring aur pyara ladka hai ye. Kitna protective hai. Agar main shadi-shuda na hoti, aur agar Rahul beech mein na hota... toh shayad main iske pyar mein gir jati.’

Trupti ki aankhein ab nashiili ho chuki thin. Woh halka sa ladkhadayi, aur Abhay ne use sambhalne ke liye apni dono baahein uske gird kass lin. Ab unke beech hawa guzarne ki bhi jagah nahi thi. Trupti ke ubhare hue boobs Abhay ke seene se dab gaye.

Trupti: (Flirt karte hue, hanste hue) “Abhay... tum bhool rahe ho main Rahul ki Girlfriend hoon. Aise chipakna allowed nahi hai.”

Abhay: (Muskurate hue, uski aankhon mein jhankte hue) “Jaanta hoon... par abhi ke liye tum sirf meri ho. Is pal mein koi Rahul nahi hai, sirf tum aur main.”
Dono hans pade. Trupti ki hansi mein ek khanak thi jo dawai ki wajah se aur bhi seductive lag rahi thi. Woh nashe mein Abhay ke kandhe par apna sar rakhne lagi.


Music aur bhi slow aur intense ho gaya. Abhay ne Trupti ka chehra apne haathon mein liya. Trupti ki saansein garam thin, jo Abhay ke chehre par pad rahi thin.
Abhay: (Whisper karte hue) “Trupti... tumhe wo din yaad hai? Theater wala? Jab maine tumhe kiss kiya tha?”
Trupti ka jism kanp utha. Us dawai ne us yaad ko ek erotic memory bana diya tha.
Abhay: “Sach batana... kya tumhe wo bura laga tha? Kya tumhe mujhse ghin aayi thi?”
Trupti ne apni nashiili aankhein utha kar Abhay ko dekha. Us waqt use sirf Abhay ke honth dikh rahe the.
Trupti: (Na mein sar hilaate hue) “Nahi Abhay... aisa nahi tha. Mujhe bura nahi laga tha. Bas... bas thoda guilt tha. Par us kiss mein... us kiss mein sachayi thi.”
Yeh sunte hi Abhay ki aankhon mein ek umeed ki kiran jag uthi. Usne dekha ki Trupti ab virodh nahi kar rahi. Viagra ki heat ab Trupti ke poore badan mein fail chuki thi. Uski jaanghein (thighs) aapas mein ragad kha rahi thin, aur use sakht zaroorat thi ki koi use kaske daboch le.
Abhay ka chehra Trupti ke chehre ke paas aane laga. Trupti ne apni aankhein band nahi kin, woh bas Abhay ki aankhon mein wo bepanah pyar dekh rahi thi jo Rahul ki aankhon mein kabhi nahi dikha. Abhay ki nazrein Trupti ke gulabi aur raseele honthon par atki thin.
Dono ke honth ek-dusre se bas ek inch ki doori par the. Saansein ek-dusre mein ghul rahi thin. Trupti ka munh halka sa khul gaya, jaise woh khud Abhay ko invite kar rahi ho.
Door baithe Rahul ka dil muh ko aa gaya. Usne socha, ‘Agar aaj Abhay ne ise kiss kar liya, toh ye meri nahi rahegi.’ Lekin Vikki ne use pakad rakha tha.
Abhay ne Trupti ki kamar ko itni zor se masla ki Trupti ke munh se ek halki “Ahhh...” nikal gayi, aur ye siskaari seedha Abhay ke honthon mein samaane wali thi...




Abhay aur Trupti ke honth ek-dusre se bas kuch millimeter ki doori par the. Trupti ki saansein Abhay ke honthon se takra rahi thin, aur Viagra ki garmi use majboor kar rahi thi ki woh Abhay ko kiss kar le. Par theek usi pal, ek zor ki aawaaz ne us madhoshi ko tod diya.
Rahul: (Gusse aur haq se chillate hue) “Trupti!”
Trupti hadbada kar piche hat gayi. Usne apni dhundhli aankhon se dekha, saamne Rahul khada tha, uska chehra gusse se laal tha. Abhay ki mutthiyan bhich gayin, uska bana-banaya khel bigad gaya tha.
Abhay: (Trupti ka haath pakadte hue) “Trupti... mat jao. Yeh tumhe wo khushi nahi de sakta jo main de sakta hoon.”
Trupti ka dimaag chakara raha tha, par drug ke asar aur 'Girlfriend' wale role ne use Rahul ki taraf kheencha.
Trupti: (Ladkhadate hue) “Chhodo mujhe Abhay... Woh... Woh mera Boyfriend hai.”
Trupti ne Abhay ka haath jhatak diya aur ladkhadate kadmon se Rahul ke paas chali gayi. Abhay wahin khada reh gaya, zillat aur gusse ki aag mein jalta hua. Usne ek aakhri baar Trupti ko dekha aur pair patakte hue dance floor se bahar nikal gaya. Usne soch liya tha ki iska badla wo jald lega.

Rahul ne Trupti ki kamar mein haath daala aur use bheed se door ek andhere kone (corner) mein le gaya. Disco lights ki chamak aur loud music ke shor mein wo duniya se kat gaye the.
Rahul ne Trupti ko diwar se sataya. Trupti ki aankhein nashiili ho chuki thin, uska chehra tamtama raha tha. Rahul ne uske kaan ke paas jhuk kar kaha:
Rahul: (Husky voice mein) “You look really hot today baby... Aaj toh tumne mujhe pagal kar diya hai.”
Trupti sharma kar muskurayi, par ye sharam ab hawas mein badal chuki thi. “Rahul...” usne bas itna hi kaha tha ki Rahul ne tut kar uske honthon par humla kar diya.
Rahul ne Trupti ke honthon ko apne munh mein bhar liya aur wild tarike se kiss karne laga. Is baar Trupti ne koi virodh nahi kiya. Shital ki milayi hui ‘Blue Pill’ ab apna poora asar dikha rahi thi. Trupti ko apne jism mein ek aisi aag mehsoos ho rahi thi jo sirf ragad aur chhuwan se shant ho sakti thi. Woh apna hosh kho rahi thi.
Rahul Trupti ke nichle honth ko bite (kaat) raha tha aur Trupti jawab mein apni zabaan Rahul ke munh mein daal kar use choos rahi thi. Rahul ke haath Trupti ke Black Gown ke upar se uski bhari hui gaand ko daboch rahe the. Woh uske soft buttocks ko buri tarah masal raha tha.
Trupti: (Kiss todte hue, haanfte hue) “Ahhh... Rahul... mujhe kuch ho raha hai... bohot garmi lag rahi hai... mmm...”
Rahul ne Trupti ki nangi gardan (neck) par apna munh rakha aur wahan Love bite dene laga. Trupti ne masti mein apna sar piche diwar par tika diya. Uski aankhein band thin aur munh se siskaariyan nikal rahi thin.
Trupti: “Sss... Rahul... kaato mat... ahhh... wahan... haan wahan... mmm...”
Disco lights ki flashing mein kisi ko dikh nahi raha tha ki Rahul ka ek haath Trupti ki gaand ko masal raha hai aur doosra haath uske nange kandhon ko sehla raha hai. Trupti poori tarah dizzy aur horny ho chuki thi.



Rahul Trupti ki gardan chooste hue madhosh ho raha tha, tabhi uski nazar saamne wale kone par padi. Wahan Vikki khada tha.
Vikki ne Rahul ki aankhon mein dekha aur apni gardan ghuma kar ishara kiya— “Le aa ise, ab waqt ho gaya hai.”
Rahul ka dil ek pal ke liye baith gaya. Woh nahi chahta tha ki jis Trupti ko wo abhi itne passion se kiss kar raha hai, use wo Vikki ke hawale kare. Par phir uske dimaag mein Vikki ki dhamki aur Abhay se haarne ka darr aa gaya. Aur sabse badi baat, uska khud ka tharkipan jaag utha.
Rahul ne socha: ‘Koi baat nahi... Aaj raat Vikki ke saath enjoy kar lene deta hoon. Waise bhi ye Vikki ki Girlfriend banegi toh sirf college tak hi na? Kuch saalon ki baat hai. College khatam hone ke baad toh Trupti hamesha ke liye meri hogi. Main ise full-time rakhunga. Aaj raat sharing mein hi maza lete hain.’
Rahul ne apne mann ko mana liya. Usne Trupti ko kiss karna band kiya aur uske kaan mein bola.
Rahul: “Baby... yahan bohot shor hai. Chalo kahin shant jagah chalte hain... Long drive pe.”
Trupti: (Nashe mein, aankhein kholne ki koshish karte hue) “Haan... le chalo Rahul... jahan tum bolo... bas ye garmi mita do...”
Rahul ne Trupti ko sahara diya aur use lekar Pub ke bahar nikal gaya, jahan Vikki ki Black SUV aur uske farmhouse ka 'dark room' unka intezaar kar raha tha.

Rahul ne ladkhadati hui Trupti ko sahara dekar Vikki ki Black SUV tak pahunchaya. Trupti ki haalat ab bohot kharab thi. Blue Pill ka nasha aur alcohol ka mixture uske dimaag ko sunn kar chuka tha. Uski aankhon ke saamne sab kuch dhundhla (blurry) tha, bas jism mein ek aisi aag lagi thi jo use kisi mard ke touch ke liye tadpa rahi thi.

Rahul ne piche ka darwaza khola aur Trupti ko back seat par dhakel diya. Woh khud bhi uske bagal mein baith gaya. Aage driver ne gaadi start ki aur SUV tezi se shehar ke bahar Farmhouse wale sunsaan raste par daudne lagi.
Andhere aur AC ki thandak mein Trupti ne રાહુલ ko tatola. Rahul ne mauka paate hi Trupti ke honthon ko choosna shuru kar diya. Trupti poore passion se respond kar rahi thi, uski jeebh Rahul ke muh mein ghoom rahi thi.




Gaadi abhi full speed mein chal hi rahi thi ki aage wali passenger seat se Vikki ne apni seat reclining ki aur piche ki taraf kood kar aa gaya. SUV ke piche ab teen log the—beech mein Trupti, ek taraf Rahul aur doosri taraf Vikki.
Trupti ko jab ehsaas hua ki koi aur bhi unke saath aa gaya hai, toh usne apni dhundhli aankhon se Vikki ko dekha. Nashe mein uska dimaag kaam nahi kar raha tha, aur zubaan fisal gayi.
Trupti: (Bhari hui aawaz mein) “Rahul... Beta... ye... ye kaun hai?”
‘Beta’ shabd sunte hi Rahul ka kaleja muh ko aa gaya. Woh darr gaya ki kahin Trupti ka raaz khul na jaye. Lekin Vikki, jo khud hawas aur sharab ke nashe mein tha, usne is baat ko pakad liya aur zor se hansa.
Vikki: (Rahul ko aankh maarte hue) “Sun raha hai Rahul? Nashe mein tujhe 'Beta' bula rahi hai teri bandi. Lagta hai roleplay ka mood hai.”
Phir Vikki Trupti ke kaan ke paas jhuka aur ek gandi, shaitani aawaz mein bola: Vikki: “Koi baat nahi darling... Agar tu ise Beta bula rahi hai, toh aaj hum tujhe Maa samajh ke hi chod denge.”
Rahul ye sunkar nervous hua ki kahin Vikki ko sach na pata chal jaye, lekin Vikki ki baat sunkar uske andar ka tharkipan bhi jaag utha. Apni Maa ko 'Maa' samajh kar chudte hue dekhne ka khayal use garam kar gaya.


Vikki ne bina waqt ganwaye Trupti ko apni taraf kheencha. Trupti ne pehle thoda virodh kiya. Trupti: (Kamzor aawaz mein) “Rahul... ye kya... hatto...”

Lekin Vikki ne Trupti ki gardan pakdi aur apna munh seedha Trupti ke munh par de maara. Trupti nashe mein itni choor thi ki jaise hi Vikki ke honth usse lage, uska jism pighal gaya.
Vikki ne zabardasti apni jeebh (tongue) Trupti ke munh mein thoos di. Trupti, jo garmi se pagal ho rahi thi, usne virodh karne ki bajaye Vikki ki jeebh ko choosna shuru kar diya. Woh Vikki ki jeebh ko waise hi suck kar rahi thi jaise kuch der pehle Rahul ki kar rahi thi.
Rahul bagal mein baitha ye nazara dekh raha tha. Uski Maa, jo uski GF bani hui thi, ab uske dost ke saath French Kiss kar rahi thi. Vikki ka thook Trupti ke munh mein ja raha tha aur Trupti bade maze se use pee rahi thi. Ye dekh kar Rahul ka lund paint mein blast hone ko taiyaar ho gaya.
Rahul se ab raha nahi gaya. Usne Trupti ko doosri taraf se pakda. Trupti ka chehra Vikki ki taraf tha, toh Rahul ne Trupti ke Black Gown ko kandhe se thoda neeche kheench diya aur uski nangi gardan (neck) par toot pada.
Trupti: (Vikki ke munh mein ghuti hui aawaz mein) “Mmm... hmmm... sss...”
Ek taraf Vikki Trupti ke honth aur jeebh chaba raha tha, aur doosri taraf Rahul apni Maa ki gardan aur kaan ke neeche wale hisse ko chat aur kaat raha tha. Trupti dono mardo ke beech sandwich ban gayi thi. Uski siskaariyan Vikki ke munh mein dab rahi thin, par uska jism bata raha tha ki wo is double attack se kitni garam ho rahi hai.
SUV ki speed badhti ja rahi thi, aur uske andar Trupti ki izzat ki dhajjiyan udne ki shuruaat ho chuki thi. Farmhouse aane mein ab bas kuch hi der baaki thi.




SUV tez raftaar se Farmhouse ki taraf bhaag rahi thi, lekin gaadi ke andar jo raftar thi, wo hawas ki thi. Trupti poori tarah nashe aur Viagra ki garmi mein doobi hui thi. Use bas ehsaas ho raha tha ki do mard use dono taraf se nichod rahe hain.
Vikki ne Trupti ke chehre se apna munh hataya aur apni nazrein Trupti ke cleavage par gadayi. Usne dhire se Trupti ke Shoulder-less Black Gown ko pakda aur use neeche ki taraf kheench diya. Gown sarak kar Trupti ke pet tak aa gaya, aur uski Black Lace Bra mein qaid bhare-bhare gore boobs Vikki ki aankhon ke saamne aa gaye. Bra itni tight thi ki Trupti ka aadha seena bahar ubhar kar ‘hello’ bol raha tha.
Vikki ne masti bhari nazron se unhe dekha aur bina der kiye apna sar Trupti ke dono boobs ke beech mein ghusa diya. Usne "Huba-Huba" karte hue apna chehra Trupti ke naram stanon (boobs) ke beech zor-zor se ragadna shuru kar diya. Woh apne munh se 'Brrrr' ki aawaaz nikal kar Trupti ke boobs ko hila raha tha.
Trupti: (Sar piche phenk kar) “Aaaahhh... sss... kya kar rahe ho... mmm...”
Vikki masti mein boobs daba raha tha aur Trupti lagatar moan kar rahi thi. Doosri taraf, Rahul bhi shant nahi tha. Usne Trupti ke dono haath pakad kar zabardasti piche ki taraf mod diye. Is wajah se Trupti ka seena aur bahar aa gaya aur uski bagalein (armpits) poori tarah khul gayin.


 





Rahul ki nazar Trupti ki clean-shaved, gori aur paseene se chamakti hui armpits par padi. Us nasheeli khushbu ne Rahul ko pagal bana diya. Usne socha: ‘Yaar, Maa aaj bhi kya hot lagti hai! Kitni sexy armpits hain saali ki... mann kar raha hai aaj yahi chat kar pyaas bujha loon.’
Rahul ne bina sharam ke apna munh Trupti ki bagal (armpit) mein ghusa diya aur wahan jama namkeen aur garam paseene ko chatna shuru kar diya. Woh apni jeebh se Trupti ki bagal ko kisi ice-cream ki tarah chat raha tha.
Vikki ne jab Rahul ko aise karte dekha toh wo zor se hansa. Vikki: “Saale! Bandi ko kutte jaisa chat raha hai be tu? Bada pyasa lag raha hai!”
Lekin Rahul ruka nahi, wo bas apni Maa ki mehak mein khoya hua tha. Vikki ne bhi apna khel aage badhaya. Usne apna ek haath Trupti ki tight bra ke cup ke andar daal diya. Uski ungliyan Trupti ke naram maans ko tatolte hue seedha nipple tak pahunchi.
Vikki ne Trupti ke khade hue nipple ko apni ungliyon mein pakda aur zor se daba (pinch) diya. Dard aur mazzay ki ek lehar Trupti ke jism mein daud gayi.
Trupti: (Sisakte hue) “Is... ahhh... dukh raha hai... par... mat ruko... mmm...”
Trupti ke bade soft boobs Vikki ke haath mein the aur wo nipple se khel raha tha. Trupti apni hi dhun mein mazzay le rahi thi. Tabhi Vikki ne Trupti ka ek haath (jo abhi tak Rahul ne pakad rakha tha) wahan se kheench liya aur use apne pant ke ubhaar (crotch) par rakh diya.
Trupti ne nashe mein mehsoos kiya ki uske haath ke neeche kuch sakht aur garam hai. Usne anjaane mein hi sahi, Vikki ke lund ko pant ke upar se hi mutthi mein pakad liya aur zor se daba diya.
Vikki: (Aankhein band karke) “Ohhh fuck... haan baby... daba ise... tera naya khilona yahi hai!”
Rahul bagal chat raha tha, Vikki nipple masal raha tha, aur Trupti Vikki ka lund daba rahi thi. Farmhouse aane se pehle hi gaadi ke andar pap ka ghada bhar chuka tha.





SUV ki raftar tez thi, par uske andar waqt jaise thamm gaya tha. Andhere mein sirf dashboard ki light aur Vikki ke mobile ki screen chamak rahi thi. Trupti poori tarah Vikki aur Rahul ke beech phans chuki thi. Uska dimaag sunn tha, par uska jism kisi jwalamukhi ki tarah dhadhak raha tha.
Vikki ne Trupti ke chehre se apna munh hataya aur ek shaitani muskaan ke saath apne pant ki zip par haath rakha. ‘Zzzzip...’ ki ek halki aawaaz aayi aur Vikki ne apna pant khol diya. Andar se uska sakht lund phan uthaye bahar aane ko betaab tha.
Vikki ne zabardasti Trupti ka naram haath pakda aur use seedha apne nange lund par rakh diya. Trupti ne jaise hi us garam aur sakht maans ko chhua, uski ungliyan apne aap us par kas gayin.
Vikki: (Kaan mein fusfusate hue) “Meri randi... chal shuru ho ja. Isse masal... ise pyaar kar. Aaj ye tera naya khilona hai.”
Trupti nashe mein thi, use samajh nahi aa raha tha ki ye kiska lund hai, bas use wo garmi acchi lag rahi thi. Woh Vikki ke lund ko dheere-dheere apni mutthi mein lekar upar-neeche masalne (stroke) lagi. Vikki ne gardan piche phenk di aur maze se aankhein band kar lin.

Vikki ne ek haath se Trupti ko sambhala aur doosre haath se apna mobile nikal kar Video Recording on kar di. Flash light ki jagah usne 'Night Mode' on kiya taaki sab saaf dikhe par zyada chamak na ho.
Mobile ki screen par wo nazara record ho raha tha jo Trupti ki zindagi barbad karne ke liye kaafi tha— Ek Maa apne bete ke dost ka lund masal rahi thi, aur uska apna beta (Rahul) uski gardan aur gaalon ko chum raha tha. Vikki ne camera ko adjust kiya taaki Trupti ka chehra aur uska lund ek frame mein aa sake.
Vikki: (Video banate hue, Rahul ko order dete hue) “Oye Rahul... bohot chat liya tune. Ab maal ko kholne ka waqt aa gaya hai. Iska bra aur blouse khol. Mujhe iske khazane dekhne hain.”
Rahul ek pal ke liye thithaka. Usne socha, ‘Yaar, ye toh meri Maa hai... Vikki ke saamne isse nanga karna...’ Par Vikki ki aankhon mein dhamki aur camera ki recording dekh kar wo majboor ho gaya. Aur sach kahun toh, Rahul khud bhi un chhupe hue pahadon ko dekhne ke liye tadap raha tha.
Rahul ne kaampte hathon se Trupti ke Black Gown ki zip piche se neeche ki aur andar pehni hui Black Bra ke hook par ungliyan rakhi. Trupti nashe mein jhool rahi thi.
‘Khatt...’ ki ek aawaaz aayi aur bra ka hook khul gaya.
Rahul ne dheere se Trupti ke gown aur bra ko samne se neeche khiska diya. Jaise hi kapda hata, Trupti ke dudhiya safed (milky white) boobs azad ho gaye. Wo rubber ki ball ki tarah uchhal kar bahar aa gaye.


Nazara dekh kar Rahul aur Vikki, dono ki saansein atak gayin. Trupti ke boobs kisi bhi angle se 45 saal ki aurat ke nahi lag rahe the. Wo ekdum tight, gol aur bhare hue the. Unmein budhape ka koi nishaan nahi tha, wo gurutvakarshan (gravity) ko maat de rahe the.
Unke upar lage Pink Nipples thand aur excitement ki wajah se akad kar khade ho gaye the. Aisa lag raha tha jaise do raseele anar (pomegranates) khane ke liye taiyaar hon.
Rahul ke lund ne toh ye nazara dekh kar paint mein hi paani chhod diya (pre-cum). Wo bas ghurta reh gaya.
Vikki: (Lallar tapkate hue) “Saale kamine Rahul! Isiliye tu ise mere saath share nahi karna chahta tha? Kya kadak maal hai yaar ye! Iske boobs toh kisi 20 saal ki virgin ladki se bhi zyada tight hain.”
Vikki ne mobile side mein rakha aur apna munh seedha Trupti ke Right Boob par de maara. Usne Trupti ka pink nipple apne munh mein bhara aur use zor se choosna shuru kar diya.
Trupti: (Zor se) “Aaaahhhh... sss... haan... aur zor se... mmm...”
Vikki kisi bhookhe janwar ki tarah nipple ko chaba raha tha. Trupti ko itna maza aa raha tha ki usne apne dono haath Vikki ke sir par rakh diye aur use apne boob par daba diya, jaise wo chahti ho ki Vikki uske andar ghus jaye.
Nashe aur mazzay ke beech Trupti ki zubaan fisal gayi. Usne apne pati ka naam pukaara: Trupti: “Ahhh... Sanjeev... sss... Sanjeev... chusooo... ahhh...!”
Vikki nipple chhod kar zor se hansa. Vikki: (Hanste hue) “Sun raha hai Rahul? Lagta hai tere se pehle bhi iska koi 'Sanjeev' bana hua hai jiska naam ye le rahi hai. Tera baap yaad aa gaya ise!”
Rahul ko ye sun kar apne baap (Sanjeev) par gussa aaya aur jalan bhi hui. Par us jalan ne uski hawas ko aur bhadka diya. Usne socha, ‘Aaj main dikhata hoon ki Sanjeev se behtar main choos sakta hoon.’
Rahul ne aage badh kar Trupti ke Left Boob par hamla bol diya. Usne poora boob apne haath mein bhara aur nipple ko zabaan se chatne aur choosne laga.



Ab gaadi ki pichli seat par ek ajeeb sa nazara tha. Trupti beech mein thi, uska sar piche seat par tika hua tha, aankhein band thin aur munh khula hua tha jisse lagatar “Ahhh... Ohhh... Umm...” ki aawaazein aa rahi thin.
Uske Right Boob ko Vikki choos raha tha aur Left Boob ko uska apna beta Rahul. Dono kisi doodh-pite bache ki tarah, par hawas ke saath, uski chhati ko nichod rahe the. Trupti ka daya haath (right hand) abhi bhi Vikki ke pant mein tha aur wo uske khade lund ko zor-zor se hila rahi thi.

SUV abhi Farmhouse se sirf 2 km door thi. Andar ka maahaul poori tarah garam tha, Vikki apne climax par tha aur Trupti ki chikhon ka maza le raha tha. Tabhi achanak Driver ne break lagaya aur ghabraate hue bola:
Driver: “Vikki Babu... sambhaliye! Aage security officer ka check naka hai. Badi checking chal rahi hai.”
Vikki, jo bas apna cum Trupti ke chehre par nikaalne hi wala tha, yeh sunkar aag-babula ho gaya. Vikki: (Gusse mein) “Hatt saala! In thullo ko bhi abhi marna tha? Mood ki maa-behen kar di!”
Vikki ne jhallaate hue apna lund Trupti ke haath se kheencha. Woh gusse mein phufkar raha tha. Usne jaldi se apni zip lagayi aur piche ki seat se uth kar aage passenger seat par ja baitha.
Rahul ki bhi halat kharab ho gayi. Usne jaldi se Trupti ko sambhala. Trupti nashe mein poori tarah ludhak gayi thi aur Rahul ki godh mein sar rakh kar leti hui thi. Rahul ne ghabrahat mein Trupti ka Black Gown upar kheench kar uske boobs dhake aur dress thik ki, haalaanki Trupti ke baal bikhre hue the aur lipstick phaili hui thi.

Gaadi check post par ruki. Kismat dekho, yeh wahi check naka tha jahan kuch der pehle Inspector Vijay aur Hawaldar Bosle ne Trupti ko roka tha. Vijay ne SUV ko pehchan liya.
Vijay dande se sheeshe par khat-khataya. Driver ne sheesha neeche kiya. Vijay: (Sakht aawaz mein) “Kya chal raha hai andar? Itni raat ko kahan bhaage ja rahe ho? Light jalao!”
Vikki ne mann hi mann gaali di par light jala di. Vijay ne apni torch (flashlight) seedha piche ki seat par maari. Roshni seedha Rahul aur uski godh mein padi Trupti par giri. Trupti behosh si halat mein thi, uska chehra laal tha aur kapde thode ast-vyast.
Vijay: (Shakk karte hue) “Ye ladki kaun hai? Aur is halat mein kya kar rahi hai? Tum log iske saath kuch galat karne ki soch rahe the kya?”
Rahul darr gaya, usne jaldi se jawab diya. Rahul: “Nahi Sir! Aisa kuch nahi hai. Ye... Ye meri Girlfriend hai. Hum bas party se aa rahe hain, thodi zyada pee li hai isne. Hum wapas hostel ja rahe hain.”
Vijay: (Ghurte hue) “Hostel ja rahe ho ya kahin aur? Shakal se toh tum log sharif nahi lagte. Bahar niklo sab! License aur Registration nikalo. Abhi tumhare ghar phone karta hoon, dekhte hain maa-baap kya kehte hain.”
‘Ghar pe phone’ ka naam sunte hi Rahul ki phat gayi. Agar Sanjeev (Trupti ke pati/Rahul ke papa) ko pata chala toh sab khatam. Lekin Vikki gusse mein tha.

Vikki gusse mein car se neeche utra. Usne socha ki ye mamla power se hi suljhega. Vikki: (Akad kar) “Oye Inspector! Awaaz neeche. Jaante nahi ho kisse baat kar rahe ho? Mere papa MLA [Politician ka naam] hain. Agar maine abhi ek call ghuma diya na, toh wardi utarte der nahi lagegi. Chupchap jaane de.”
Politician ka naam sunte hi Vijay thoda thithaka. Woh samajh gaya ki ye bade baap ki bigdi aulaad hai. Seedha panga lena mehenga pad sakta hai. Lekin Vijay bhi khiladi tha, usne Trupti ko pehchan liya tha aur wo itni aasani se 'maal' ko jaane nahi dena chahta tha.
Vijay: (Thoda naram padte hue, par shatir dimaag se) “Achha... MLA sahab ke bete ho? Pehle batana chahiye tha na. Dekho beta, main rok nahi raha hoon. Par masla ye hai ki tumhare saath ladki hai, aur wo bhi nashe mein dhut hai.”
Vijay ne upar lage CCTV camera ki taraf ishara kiya. Vijay: “Woh dekho, upar camera laga hai. Control room mein sab dikh raha hai ki ladki kis halat mein hai. Agar maine tumhe aise hi jaane diya aur aage kuch ho gaya, toh meri naukri jayegi aur tumhare papa ki badnaami hogi.”
Vikki chid gaya. Vikki: “Toh kya chahte ho?”
Vijay: (Muskurate hue) “Safety zaroori hai. Main tumhe akele nahi jaane de sakta. Meri Patrolling Van tumhare peeche-peeche aayegi. Woh tumhe seedha College Hostel tak drop karegi taaki ladki safe pahunch jaye. Raste mein kahin aur (Farmhouse) rukne ka koi scene nahi hoga.”
Vikki ka dimaag kharab ho gaya. Vijay ne badi safayi se uska Farmhouse plan chaupat kar diya tha. Agar security officer van peeche hogi, toh wo Trupti ko Farmhouse nahi le ja sakta. Use majbooran Hostel hi jana padega.
Rahul: (Dheere se Vikki se) “Yaar Vikki... maan ja. Agar isne ghar phone kar diya toh lode lag jayenge. Farmhouse kabhi aur chal lenge.”
Vikki ne gusse mein pair patka. Vikki: “Theek hai! Bhejo apni van. Par jaldi karo.”
Vikki wapas car mein baitha. Driver ne gaadi start ki. Piche Trupti abhi bhi Rahul ki godh mein padi thi, bekhabar ki uski izzat aaj security officer ki wajah se Vikki se toh bach gayi, par Vijay ki nazron mein chad gayi hai.
SUV aage badhi aur uske theek peeche security officer ki jeep lag gayi. Vikki steering wheel par mukka maar raha tha kyunki uske haath aaya 'shikaar' aaj raat ke liye chhut gaya tha.




Jaise hi Vikki ki kaali SUV security officer van ki nigrani mein aage badhi, check post par khade Hawaldar Bosle ne dande ko zameen par patka aur nirasha se bola.
Bosle: “Arre yaar Sahab! Aaj toh kismat hi kharab thi. Wo ladki poori dhut thi, agar wo bade baap ki aulad saath na hoti, toh aaj humare maze hi maze the. Us gori chamdi ko masalne ka maza hi kuch aur hota.”
Inspector Vijay ne apni cigarette jalayi aur SUV ki laal battiyon ko door jate hue dekha. Uske chehre par ek shaitani sukoon tha.
Vijay: (Dhuan udate hue) “Dheeraj rakho Bosle ji. Aisi apsara ke liye thoda intezaar toh banta hai. Koi nahi, saath mein gaadi bheji hai na? Ab humein pata chal jayega ki wo kaunse college aur hostel mein rehti hai. Aaj nahi toh kal, shikaar toh humara hi hoga. Baad mein jayenge na college mein 'investigation' ke bahane... tab koi baap ka beta beech mein nahi aayega.”
Dono security officer wale zor se hanse, unki hansi mein Trupti ke liye ek naya jaal buna ja raha tha.

security officer van ki nigrani mein Vikki ko majbooran gaadi seedha hostel ke gate par rokni padi. Rahul ne piche ka darwaza khola aur nashe mein jhoolti hui Trupti ko bahar nikala. Trupti ke pair zameen par tik nahi rahe the, wo poori tarah Rahul ke sahare thi.
Rahul use kisi tarah ghaseet-te hue uske room tak le gaya. Andar pahunch kar usne Trupti ko bed par patak diya. Trupti ka Black Gown upar chadh gaya tha, uski nangi jaanghein aur bikhre hue baal use kisi ujdi hui rani ki tarah dikha rahe the.
Rahul wahi khada hokar apni bebas Maa ko dekhne laga. Uska lund abhi bhi paint mein tana hua tha, dard kar raha tha. Usne socha:
“Shit yaar! Kash wo Inspector na hota toh aaj Farmhouse par Trupti ki cheekhein goonj rahi hoti. Maine socha tha aaj iski chut ko kutton ki tarah chodunga, Vikki ke saath milkar iska har chhed bhar dunga. Sali Maa bhi aisi mili hai jo dikhne mein kisi Top Pornstar se kam nahi hai. Iski ye halat dekh kar toh aur bhi mann kar raha hai ki yahi chodh doon.”
Lekin corridor mein Warden ki aawaz sunkar Rahul darr gaya. Usne Trupti ko wahi choda, light band ki aur darwaza bahar se band karke nikal gaya. Trupti apne kamre mein akeli, nashe aur adhuri hawas ke saath bed par padi reh gayi.

Rahul jab wapas parking mein aaya, toh security officer van wahan se ja chuki thi. Vikki gusse mein gaadi ke tyre par laat maar raha tha.
Vikki: (Gali dete hue) “Madarch**d! Saala poora mood kharab kar diya us thulle ne. Itna mast maal haath mein tha, poora garam karke chhodna pada.”
Vikki ke andar ki aag abhi shant nahi hui thi. Trupti ko na chod pane ka gussa aur lund ki garmi use pagal kar rahi thi. Usne turant apna phone nikala aur Shital ko call lagaya.
Vikki: (Phone par) “Kahan hai tu? Jaldi mere room pe aa, ya main pick karne aaun? ... Haan, bas abhi mood kharab hai, tu aaja, garmi nikalni hai.”
Phone kaatne ke baad Vikki ne Rahul ki taraf dekha. Vikki: “Sun Rahul, main ja raha hoon Shital ko uthane. Mera lund phat raha hai, aaj Trupti ki saari kasar Shital par nikalunga. Tujhe aana hai toh bol? Tu bhi maar lena ek-do shot.”
Rahul ka mood abhi kharab tha. Wo apni Maa ko us halat mein dekh kar aaya tha aur Farmhouse wala plan fail hone se wo chidchida ho gaya tha.
Rahul: “Nahi yaar... mera mood nahi hai abhi. Tu hi ja.”
Vikki: “Theek hai, teri marzi. Par yaad rakhna, Trupti bach nahi payegi. Aaj nahi toh kal, wo mere neeche hogi.”
Vikki gusse mein gaadi mein baitha aur tezi se nikal gaya—Shital ki taraf, taaki Trupti ki pyaas wo Shital ke jism se bujha sake. Rahul wahi andhere mein khada reh gaya, ek ajeeb si uljhan aur hawas ke beech phansa hua.

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Subah ki pehli kiran jab hostel ke kamre mein aayi, toh Trupti ki aankhein bohari bhari huyi khulin. Uska sir kisi bhari patthar ki tarah dard kar raha tha. Kal raat ka nasha aur woh ‘Blue Pill’ ka asar abhi bhi uske jism ko tode hue tha. Trupti ne badi mushkil se khud ko bistar se uthaya aur saamne lage aaine (mirror) mein khud ko dekha.
Uska haal dekh kar wo khud dang reh gayi. Uske baal jungliyon ki tarah bikhre hue the. Kal raat ki wo glossy pink lipstick ab uske honthon ke kinaron par buri tarah phail chuki thi, jaise kisi ne uske honthon ko berahmi se chusa ho. Kajal beh kar gaalon tak aa gaya tha.
Jab Trupti chalne ke liye khadi hui, toh use apni jaanghon (thighs) ke beech ek ajeeb sa geelapan mehsoos hua. Usne check kiya toh paya ki uski panty poori tarah chipchipi ho gayi thi. Uske dimaag mein sawal utha— ‘Kya hua tha kal raat? Kya main itni garam ho gayi thi ki meri heat (fluids) ne poori panty gili kar di?’ Lekin use yaad nahi aa raha tha ki ye heat kis wajah se nikli thi. Use Vikki ka lund pakadna, Rahul ka bagal chatna, ya wo SUV wala scene... kuch bhi yaad nahi tha.
Usne table se pani ki bottle uthayi aur ek hi saans mein poori bottle khaali kar di. Thanda pani gale se niche utara toh dimaag ka kohra thoda saaf hua. Usne jaldi se shower liya, gungune pani ne uske thake hue jism ko thoda aaram diya.

Fresh hone ke baad, Trupti ka hangover thoda kam hua, par curiosity badh gayi. Usne towel lapeta aur turant Kriti ko call lagaya taaki kal raat ka sach jaan sake.
Trupti: (Phone par) “Hello Kriti... yaar mera sir phat raha hai. Mujhe kuch theek se yaad nahi aa raha. Kal raat Pub mein kya hua tha?”
Kriti: (Excitement mein) “Arre Trupti! Tujhe yaad nahi? Kal toh full drama hua tha. Wo do sadak-chaap ladke tujhe pareshan kar rahe the, tab Abhay ne entry maari thi! Usne unhe peeta aur Bouncers se bahar phikwa diya. Phir tum dono ne dance kiya... uff! Kya romantic lag rahe the tum dono.”
Trupti ke chehre par ek halki muskaan aa gayi. Trupti: “Achha? Aur uske baad?”
Kriti: “Uske baad tum kaafi high ho gayi thi. Phir Rahul aaya aur tumhe wahan se lekar chala gaya. Usne kaha ki wo tumhe long drive par le ja raha hai ya seedha hostel chhod dega. Bas uske baad hum bhi nikal gaye.”
Trupti ne socha— ‘Rahul lekar gaya tha...’ Lekin uske baad ka safar ek ‘Black Hole’ ki tarah tha. Use bas itna yaad tha ki wo Rahul ke saath thi, par uske jism par ye nishaan aur ye thakan kuch aur hi ishara kar rahe the. Usne socha, ‘Shayad Rahul ne mujhe sambhala hoga... main baad mein usse pooch lungi.’



Call katne ke baad, Trupti dressing table ke saamne baith gayi aur ready hone lagi. Par uska dimaag ab Rahul par nahi, balki Abhay par atak gaya tha.
Use wo pal yaad aane lage jab Abhay ne use un gundo se bachaya tha. Wo protective nature, wo gussa jo usne Trupti ki izzat ke liye dikhaya tha. Phir wo dance... jab Abhay ne use apni baahon mein jakda tha. Trupti ko yaad aaya ki kaise Abhay ki aankhon mein sirf aur sirf pyaar tha, hawas nahi.
Trupti ne apne seene par haath rakha. Use apne pet mein gudgudi mehsoos ho rahi thi—wahi Butterflies jo ek teenage ladki ko apne pehle crush ke liye feel hoti hain. Trupti aaine mein dekh kar blush (sharma) karne lagi. Uski aankhein chamak uthin.
“Wo kitna caring hai... kitna handsome hai. Jab usne mujhe pakda tha, toh main kitna safe feel kar rahi thi. Us intense moment mein, jab hum kiss karne wale the...”
Achanak Trupti ka haath ruk gaya. Ek jhatke mein Guilt wapas aa gaya. Usne apni maang (hairline) dekhi jahan sindoor hona chahiye tha, par ab wo ek college student ban kar reh rahi thi.
“Main ye kya soch rahi hoon? Main Sanjeev ki biwi hoon... Rahul ki Maa hoon! Mera beta aur pati isi college mein hain, aur main kisi paraye ladke ke baare mein aise romantic khayal bun rahi hoon? Ye galat hai Trupti... ye bohot galat hai.”
Lekin dil aur dimaag ki ladayi mein, dil aksar jeet jata hai. Guilt ke bawajood, Abhay ka wo ‘Macho Avatar’ Trupti ke zehen se nikal nahi raha tha. Usne ek gehri saans li, khud ko taiyaar kiya, aur college jane ke liye room se nikli—ye faisla karke ki wo Rahul se kal raat ka sach poochegi, par mann hi mann Abhay se milne ki ek chupi hui chahat lekar.

College ka maahaul subah-subah kaafi vibrant tha. Trupti jab corridor mein dakhil hui, toh sabki nazrein us par jam gayin. Aaj usne ek Tight Sleeveless Kurti pehni thi. Rang behad sober tha—halka neela aur safed—jo dekhne mein toh ‘sanskari’ lag raha tha, par uski fitting itni tight thi ki Trupti ka 38 inch ka seena kurti ke kapde ko cheer kar bahar aane ko betaab lag raha tha. Uski sudol baahein (arms) nangi thin aur gori chamdi chamak rahi thi.

Samne hi Rahul aur Vikki khade the. Trupti ne Rahul ko dekha toh uske chehre par ek pyari si muskaan aa gayi. Lekin jaise hi uski nazar Vikki par padi, uske maathe par shikan aa gayi.
Trupti ko wo Bus wala incident yaad aa gaya jab picnic jate waqt Vikki ne bheed ka fayda utha kar apna lund uski gaand par ragda tha. Trupti ko Vikki se sakht nafrat thi. Usne Vikki ko gusse se ghura aur muh pher liya, jaise wo wahan maujood hi na ho.







Rahul ne Trupti ko aata dekh aage badha aur bina kisi darr ke sabke saamne Trupti ko Hug kar liya. Trupti bhi uski baahon mein sama gayi. Rahul ne mauka dekh kar Trupti ke hothon par ek soft kiss kiya.


Trupti: (Dheere se, Rahul ke kaan mein) “Rahul... beta, kal raat aakhir hua kya tha? Mera sir abhi bhi bhari hai aur mujhe kuch theek se yaad nahi aa raha. Hum wahan se kaise nikle?”
Rahul ke dil ki dhadkan tez ho gayi, par usne chehre par masoomiyat laate hue jhooth bol diya.
Rahul: “Kuch nahi Maa... wo Abhay ki niyat mujhe theek nahi lag rahi thi. Wo aapke bohot kareeb aa raha tha, toh mujhe gussa aa gaya. Main aapko wahan se lekar nikal gaya. Raste mein aap thoda emotional ho gayi thin, humne gaadi mein thoda... romance kiya... bas wahi natak, aur phir maine aapko hostel chhod diya.”
Trupti ne chain ki saans li. Use laga ki uska beta use protect kar raha tha. Abhay ke liye jo attraction subah mehsoos hua tha, wo Rahul ki is baat se thoda kamzor pad gaya.
Trupti: (Rahul ke dono gaal pyaar se khinchte hue) “Mera pyara beta! Tu kitna khayal rakhta hai apni Maa ka. I love you.”
Phir Trupti ko yaad aaya ki wo college mein hain aur log unhe Couple samajhte hain. Usne apni ‘Girlfriend’ wali acting jari rakhi aur Rahul ke hothon par ek aur chhota sa Kiss diya.
Trupti: (Tez aawaz mein) “Bye Baby! Class ke baad milte hain.”
Trupti apni kurti ko adjust karte hue, matakti hui chaal ke saath wahan se nikal gayi. Rahul use jaate hue dekhta raha, khush tha ki uska raaz (Vikki aur security officer wala) filhal dafan hai.



Trupti ke jaane ke baad Vikki, jo ab tak chupchap khada tha, Rahul ke paas aaya.
Vikki: (Ghurte hue) “Kya boli teri maal? Kuch yaad hai use kal raat ka? Ya security officer wale ka?”
Rahul: (Muskurate hue) “Nahi bhai, bach gaye. Use kuch yaad nahi. Maine bol diya ki humne bas romance kiya tha. Wo maan gayi.”
Vikki ne Trupti ki jaati hui figure ko dekha. Tight kurti mein Trupti ki hilthi hui gaand use pagal kar rahi thi.
Vikki: (Hotho par jeebh pherte hue) “Saali... kismat achhi hai iski. Kal raat bach gayi, warna aaj chalne layak nahi rehti. Par dekh na Rahul... aaj bhi kya patakha lag rahi hai. Ye sanskari kapdon mein toh aur bhi randi lagti hai.”
Rahul ko bura laga par wo chup raha.
Vikki: “Koi baat nahi... Bakre ki maa kab tak khair manayegi. Iski toh main leke rahunga. Tu bas dekhta ja, agla plan fail nahi hoga.”
Vikki ki aankhon mein abhi bhi wahi bhookh thi, aur Rahul jaanta tha ki ye khel abhi khatam nahi hua hai.


College ke lectures khatam ho chuke the. Shaam ka waqt tha aur suraj dhalne ko tha. Campus ke garden mein thandi hawa chal rahi thi. Trupti, Kriti, Shital aur do aur ladkiyan ek gol ghere mein ghaas par baithi thin. Trupti aaj us Sleeveless Kurti mein qayamat lag rahi thi, aur uske chehre par subah wala hangover ab ek haseen glow mein badal chuka tha.

Baaton ka silsila shuru hua aur ghum-fir kar topic wahi aa gaya— Kal Raat ka Hungama aur Abhay. Kriti, jo Abhay ki madad karne ka waada kar chuki thi, usne baat shuru ki.
Kriti: (Trupti ko kohni maarte hue) “Oye Heroine! Sach bata, kal raat kaisa laga jab Abhay ne filmi hero ki tarah entry maari? Kasam se, jab usne us ladke ko mukka mara na, toh poora pub dekhta reh gaya tha.”
Trupti sharma gayi aur apni kurti ke kinare se khelne lagi. Trupti: “Dhatt... Kriti, tu bhi na! Bas usne madad ki, aur kuch nahi.”
Shital: (Masti mein) “Sirf madad? Arre Trupti, hum andhe nahi hain. Maine dekha tha kaise wo tujhe apni baahon mein lekar dance kar raha tha. Uff... tum dono ki chemistry! Aisa lag raha tha jaise koi Made for Each Other couple dance kar raha ho.”
Ek aur ladki boli: “Haan yaar! Sach kahun Trupti? Bura mat manna, par tu aur Abhay ekdam Perfect Couple lagte ho. Height, personality, looks... sab match karta hai. Wo tujhe kaise protect kar raha tha, jaise tu uski duniya ho.”
Trupti ka chehra sharam se tamatar jaisa laal ho gaya. Usne apne dono haathon se apna chehra dhak liya aur hans padi. Use bilkul waisa hi mehsoos ho raha tha jaise 16 saal ki umra mein hota hai jab saheliyan kisi ladke ke naam se chedti hain.

Kriti ne loha garam dekh kar hathoda maara. Wo chahti thi ki Trupti ke dimaag mein Abhay ke liye soft corner ban jaye.
Kriti: “Yaar Trupti, main tera bhala chahti hoon isliye bol rahi hoon. Rahul theek hai, pyara hai... par wo bacha hai yaar. Wo tujhe wo security nahi de sakta jo Abhay de sakta hai. Abhay ek MARD hai. Dekha nahi kaise usne stand liya tere liye?”
Trupti: (Dheere se, muskurate hue) “Par Rahul mera Boyfriend hai na... main use dhokha kaise de sakti hoon?”
Shital: (Beech mein bolte hue) “Arre dhokha kaisa? Breakup kar le na! Waise bhi college life hai, yahan partners badalte rehte hain. Aur waise bhi, Rahul thoda possessive aur immature lagta hai. Abhay ko dekh... Classy, Rich, Muscular aur tere liye Pagal! Agar main teri jagah hoti na, toh Rahul ko tata-bye-bye bolti aur Abhay ki godh mein ja baithti.”
Sab ladkiyan zor se hans padin. Trupti bhi apni hansi nahi rok payi. Uske dil mein Gudgudi (Butterflies) ho rahi thi. Ek taraf uska beta Rahul tha jo use chup-chap chodta tha, aur doosri taraf Abhay tha jo duniya ke saamne use apna banane ka dam rakhta tha.
Trupti: (Blush karte hue) “Tum log pagal ho gayi ho! Aisa kuch nahi hone wala. Abhay sirf... sirf dost hai.”
Kriti: (Chedte hue) “Haan haan... 'Sirf Dost'. Jiske saath dance karte waqt tu pighal rahi thi. Dekh lena Trupti, ek din tu khud jakar Abhay ko 'Haan' bolegi. Bechara kab se tere peeche laga hai, ek chance toh de de use!”
Trupti ne nazrein jhuka lin, par uske hothon par ek soft smile thi. Wo mana kar rahi thi, par andar hi andar use ye attention, ye comparison, aur Abhay ka wo Macho Image bohot pasand aa raha tha. Wo khud ko ek Teenager Girl samajh rahi thi jiske peeche college ke sabse handsome ladke pade hain.
Door khade hokar Rahul ye sab dekh raha tha. Use sunayi toh nahi de raha tha, par Trupti ka sharmaana aur ladkiyon ka hansna use bata raha tha ki uski Maa ke dimaag mein Abhay ka zeher ghola ja raha hai.


Shaam ki sunehri dhoop ab dheere-dheere dhal rahi thi. Garden mein ladkiyon ki hansi-mazak chal hi rahi thi ki tabhi wahan Abhay apne doston ke group (boys gang) ke saath aa pahuncha. Uske chalne ka andaaz kisi raja jaisa tha, par jaise hi uski nazar Trupti par padi, uske kadam wahi jam gaye.

Aaj Trupti ek alag hi roop mein thi. Usne ek Sleeveless Punjabi Suit (Kurti aur Patiala Salwar) pehna tha. Halka gulabi rang uski gori chamdi par khil raha tha. Gale mein ek patla sa dupatta tha jo hawa mein udd raha tha, aur maathe par ek chhoti si bindi lagi thi.

Abhay ne Trupti ko aksar modern aur hot kapdon mein dekha tha, par aaj ye desi avatar dekh kar uska dil pighal gaya. Vikki aur Rahul usme sirf 'maal' dekhte the, par Abhay ko aaj usme ek ‘Wife Material’ dikha. Use laga jaise ye woh aurat hai jo subah chai ka cup lekar uske bistar par aayegi, jo uska ghar sambhalegi. Uski sadgi mein ek aisi kashish thi jo kisi bhi nangi aurat se zyada powerful thi.

Abhay: (Mann mein) “Yaar... agar ye meri biwi ban jaye, toh zindagi kitni khubsurat ho jayegi. Ye sirf bistar garam karne ke liye nahi, dil mein basane ke liye bani hai.”


Abhay Trupti ke paas aaya. Uski aankhon mein wo waalat (intensity) thi jisne Trupti ko andar tak hila diya.

Abhay: (Naram aawaz mein) “Hi Trupti.”

Trupti: (Palke jhukaate hue) “H..Hi Abhay.”

Trupti ne jab Abhay ki taraf dekha, toh use apne pet mein wahi Butterflies (Titliyan) udti mehsoos huin. Wo ek 40 saal ki aurat aur ek jawan ladke ki Maa thi, par is waqt wo kisi 16 saal ki college girl ki tarah feel kar rahi thi jo apne crush ko dekh kar sharma rahi ho. Uski saansein atak rahi thin.

Sab log wahin ghaas par baith gaye. Baaton ka topic badal kar aane wale College Elections par aa gaya.

Ek Dost: “Bhai log, agle hafte 2nd Year ke liye Class Representative (CR) ke elections hain. Is baar Boys ki taraf se kaun khada hoga?”

Abhay: (Confident hokar) “Boys ki taraf se main khada ho raha hoon. Poori tayari hai. Koi mere saamne tikne wala nahi hai.”

Sabne taaliyan bajayi. Phir Kriti ne shaitani smile ke saath Trupti ki taraf dekha.

Kriti: “Boys ka toh fix ho gaya. Toh Girls ki taraf se Trupti khadi hogi! Kyun girls?”

Baaki ladkiyon ne haan mein haan milayi. “Haan Trupti! Tu best hai, tujhe hi khada hona chahiye.”

Trupti ghabra gayi. Wo yahan padhne aur Rahul par nazar rakhne aayi thi, netagiri karne nahi.

Trupti: (Mana karte hue) “Nahi nahi yaar... main nahi. Mujhe padhai karni hai, assignments poore karne hain. In sab jhamelon mein mujhe koi interest nahi hai.”


Abhay Trupti ke bagal mein hi baitha tha. Usne thoda jhuk kar, taaki sirf Trupti sun sake, ek behad romantic line maari.

Abhay: (Whisper karte hue) “Padhai toh hoti rahegi Trupti... par kya sirf padhai mein hi interest hai? Mujhme bhi interest nahi hai?”

Trupti ka chehra sharam se laal (flustered) ho gaya. Usne hairani aur sharam se Abhay ko dekha. Abhay ki aankhon mein masti aur challenge dono tha. Trupti ki dhadkan tez ho gayi.

Abhay: (Sabke saamne bolte hue) “Arre Trupti, tum tension kyun leti ho? Main hoon na. Tum bas form bharo. Jeetane ki zimmedari meri, aur CR banne ke baad saara kaam bhi main sambhal lunga. Tumhe bas mere saath rehna hoga.”

Abhay ki baat mein ek double meaning tha—‘Saath rehna’. Trupti uske confidence se haar gayi. Use laga ki agar Abhay saath hai toh sab aasaan hoga.

Trupti: (Muskurate hue) “Theek hai... agar tum saara kaam sambhaloge, toh main khadi ho jati hoon. Par jeetne ke baad main sirf naam ki CR rahungi, mehnat tumhe karni padegi.”

“Wohoooo!” Sabne zor se cheer kiya. “Trupti Bhabhi Zindabad!” (kisi ne dheere se kaha par shor mein dab gaya).



Shor-sharabe aur hansi-mazak ke beech, neeche zameen par ek alag hi khel shuru ho gaya tha. Trupti ne apna haath ghaas par rakha hua tha. Abhay ne mauka dekha aur apna haath dheere se khiska kar Trupti ke haath ke paas le aaya.

Pehle uski chhoti ungli (pinky finger) ne Trupti ki ungli ko chhua. Trupti ke shareer mein current daud gaya, par usne haath hataya nahi. Use wo sparsh achha lag raha tha. Dheere-dheere Abhay ne apni ungliyan Trupti ki ungliyon mein phansa di.

Bahar sab log election ki planning kar rahe the, Kriti hans rahi thi, aur yahan Abhay aur Trupti ki ungliyan aapas mein khel rahi thin (playing with fingers). Abhay ka angutha Trupti ki hatheli ko sehla raha tha. Trupti ne darrte hue idhar-udhar dekha, par koi unhe nahi dekh raha tha.
Trupti ne bhi himmat karke apni ungli se Abhay ki ungli ko halka sa dabaya. Ye uski taraf se ‘Haan’ ka ek chupa hua ishara tha. Shaam ki wo thandi hawa, wo election ka shor, aur un dono ke beech ka wo chupa hua sparsh—Trupti ko ehsaas ho gaya tha ki wo ab Rahul ki ‘Maa’ ke role se phisal kar Abhay ki ‘Girlfriend’ banne ki raah par chal padi hai.




College mein maahaul badal chuka tha. Padhai-likhai piche chhut gayi thi aur charo taraf sirf Elections ka shor tha. Deewaron par posters chipkaye ja rahe the, nare lag rahe the, aur groups mein meeting ho rahi thin. Har taraf bas yahi charcha thi ki is baar college ka 'Power Couple' kaun banega.
Rahul aur Vikki, jo apne group ke saath canteen ki taraf ja rahe the, achanak Notice Board ke paas bheed dekh kar ruk gaye. Aaj final Nomination List lagne wali thi.
Vikki: (Cigarette ka dhuan udate hue) “Chal Rahul, dekh lete hain ki kis-kis chutiye ne form bhara hai. Boys side se toh main kisi chamche ko khada kar dunga, par Girls side se apni koi setting honi chahiye taaki attendance ka issue na ho.”
Rahul aur Vikki bheed ko dhakka dete hue aage badhe. Notice Board par 'Section A - Class Representative Candidates' ki list chipki hui thi.
Jaise hi Rahul ki nazar list par padi, uske pairon tale zameen khisak gayi. Uski aankhein fati ki fati reh gayin.

BOYS REPRESENTATIVE: Abhay Pratap Singh GIRLS REPRESENTATIVE: Trupti Sharma
Rahul ka dimaag sunn ho gaya. “Maa? Election mein? Aur mujhe bataya tak nahi?”

Vikki ne bhi wo naam padha aur uska chehra gusse se laal ho gaya. Usne Rahul ka collar pakad kar use bheed se thoda side mein kheencha.
Vikki: (Dahadte hue) “Abey! Ye kya bakchodi hai Rahul? Teri bandi election mein khadi hai, wo bhi Abhay ke panel se? Aur tujhe pata tak nahi?”
Rahul haklate hue bola. Rahul: “Yaar Vikki... sach mein mujhe nahi pata tha. Maa ne... I mean Trupti ne mujhe bataya hi nahi ki wo form bhar rahi hai.”
Vikki ne apna sar peeta. Vikki: “Tu chutiya hai kya be? Tujhe dikh nahi raha ye Abhay ki chaal hai? Wo saala Trupti ko CR (Class Representative) banvana chahta hai taaki wo dono Official Couple ban jayein.”
Rahul: “Isse kya farak padega?”
Vikki: (Rahul ke kandhe par ungli maar kar samjhate hue) “Bohot farak padega! Agar wo dono jeet gaye, toh saal bhar har meeting mein, har event mein, har project mein wo dono saath rahenge. Teachers unhe ek unit ki tarah treat karenge. ‘CR Meetings’ ke naam par wo Trupti ko library aur staff room mein ghanton bitha ke rakhega.”
Vikki ki aawaz mein ab darr aur jalan saaf dikh rahi thi. Vikki: “Aur tujhe pata hai Abhay kaisa hai. Wo Trupti ko emotional baaton mein phansa lega. Agar wo dono CR ban gaye, toh samjh le Trupti tere haath se gayi. Wo use pata lega, aur hum dekhte reh jayenge.”

Rahul ko Vikki ki baat mein sachayi dikh rahi thi. Use wo pal yaad aane lage jab Trupti ne kaha tha ki Abhay ne use bachaya, ya kaise wo Abhay ke saath comfortable hoti ja rahi hai. Aaj bina bataye election mein khada hona is baat ka saboot tha ki Trupti ab Rahul se baatein chupane lagi hai.
Lekin Vikki ke saamne wo kamzor nahi dikhna chahta tha.
Rahul: (Fake attitude dikhate hue) “Tu tension mat le Vikki. Trupti meri hai. Wo kuch bhi kare, control mera hi hai us par. Main abhi jaata hoon aur usse baat karta hoon.”
Vikki: (Sakhti se) “Sirf baat nahi karni hai Rahul. Use bol ki wo Election se apna naam wapas le. Ya fir hamare panel se khadi ho. Par Abhay ke saath bilkul nahi. Agar Trupti ne naam wapas nahi liya, toh main samjhunga ki tu apni bandi ko sambhal nahi sakta.”
Rahul: “Haan haan... main dekh lunga. Wo meri baat nahi talegi.”
Rahul wahan se nikal toh gaya, par uske andar Anxiety (Ghabrahat) ka toofan utha hua tha. Uska confidence hil chuka tha.
‘Mummy ne mujhe kyun nahi bataya? Kya wo Abhay ke itna kareeb aa gayi hain ki ab bete se zyada us par bharosa karne lagi hain? Agar wo CR ban gayi, toh Abhay ke saath roz waqt bitayegi... aur main bas dekhta reh jaunga.’
Rahul ne corridor mein dekha—door Trupti khadi thi. Wo Abhay aur uske doston ke beech mein thi, hans rahi thi, aur Abhay bade haq se uske kandhe par haath rakh kar kuch samjha raha tha. Ye nazara dekh kar Rahul ka khoon khual utha.


Rahul corridor ke ek kone mein deewar se tek lagaye khada tha. Uski nazrein lagatar us mod par tikee thin jahan se Trupti aane wali thi. Abhay ke saath election mein khade hone ki khabar ne Rahul ke andar insecurity aur gusse ki aag bhadka di thi, lekin usne tay kiya tha ki wo Trupti par gussa nikaalne ki bajaye us par apna haq jatayega.
Kuch hi der mein Trupti wahan aayi. Wo tezi se class ki taraf badh rahi thi, haath mein books thi aur chehre par wo naya confidence tha jo Abhay ke saath rehne se aaya tha. Rahul ne aage badh kar achanak Trupti ka haath pakad liya.
Trupti: (Chaukte hue) “Arre! Rahul?”
Rahul ne bina kuch bole use kheencha aur corridor ke andhere kone (corner) mein, seedhiyon (stairs) ke neeche le gaya jahan koi aasani se unhe dekh nahi sakta tha.
Trupti: (Ghabra kar) “Kya hua Beta? Aise kyu kheench rahe ho? Koi dekh lega.”
Rahul ne Trupti ko deewar se sata diya. Uski aankhon mein ek ajeeb si bhookh thi.
Rahul: (Dheemi par gambhir aawaz mein) “Mummy... humne bohot dinon se acting nahi ki hai. Logon ko doubt hone laga hai. Vikki keh raha tha ki aajkal hum couple kam aur maa-beta zyada lagte hain. Agar kisi ko shaq ho gaya toh sab gadbad ho jayegi.”
Trupti ne Rahul ko dekha. Use thoda ajeeb laga kyunki abhi subah hi toh usne Rahul ko kiss kiya tha.
Trupti: “Par Rahul... abhi main late ho rahi hoon class ke liye. Lecture shuru hone wala hai. Ye acting hum baad mein kar lenge na?”
Rahul: (Zidd karte hue) “Nahi! Abhi zaroori hai. Bas 5 minute de do. Please, mana mat karna.”
Trupti apne bete ki zidd ke aage jhuk gayi. Trupti: “Theek hai... jaldi karo jo karna hai.”

Rahul ne Trupti ke shareer ko upar se neeche tak nihara. Aaj uski Sleeveless Kurti kuch zyada hi tight thi. Kurti ka gala (neck) deep tha, jiske wajah se Trupti ke gore-gore boobs ki gehri ghati (cleavage) saaf dikh rahi thi. Pasine ki halki boondein us darar mein chamak rahi thin.
Rahul thoda aur kareeb aaya aur Trupti ki gardan ke paas naak le jakar gehri saans li. Trupti ke jism se aane wali mehengi perfume aur uski apni aurat wali mehak (natural scent) ne Rahul ke dimaag ko sunn kar diya. Wo khushbu seedha Rahul ke lund par asar kar gayi.
Rahul: (Mann mein) “Uff... kya khushbu hai Maa ke jism ki. Aur ye cleavage... mann kar raha hai abhi isme muh daal doon.”
Rahul ka lund paint mein lohe ki rod ban chuka tha. Wo horny ho gaya tha aur ab acting nahi, balki asliyat mein apni Maa ko feel karna chahta tha.





Rahul ne Trupti ki kamar pakdi aur use apne lund se chipka liya. Trupti ki aankhein badi ho gayin. Isse pehle ki wo kuch bolti, Rahul ne apna chehra aage badhaya aur Trupti ke hothon ko apne muh mein bhar liya.
Ye koi soft kiss nahi tha. Rahul ne agle hi pal apni jubaan (tongue) Trupti ke muh ke andar daal di. Trupti thodi jhhijhak (flustered) gayi, usne pehle apne hoth band karne chahe, par Rahul ka josh dekh kar wo pighal gayi.
Dhire-dheere Trupti ne bhi apni aankhein band kar lin aur apne bete ki jubaan ko apni jubaan se takrane diya. Dono ke beech saliva (thook) exchange hone laga. Trupti ke muh se “Mmm...” ki aawaazein aane lagi.
Kiss karte hue Rahul ka ek haath Trupti ki peeth par tha, aur doosra haath ghum kar aage aaya. Rahul ne Trupti ke Left Boob ko kurti ke upar se hi apne panje mein bhar liya.
Usne apni ungliyon ko gadate hue us naram maans ko zor se press (daba) kiya. Trupti ki saansein atak gayin.
Trupti: (Muh ke andar hi) “Mmmphhh... ummm...”
Rahul ne anguthe se nipple wali jagah ko ragda. Trupti ke pairon mein kamzori aane lagi. Wo bhool gayi ki ye acting hai ya sach, wo bas us masculine touch ka maza lene lagi. Uska haath Rahul ke baalon mein chala gaya aur wo use aur zor se apni taraf kheenchi.
College ke kone mein, ek Maa apne hi bete ke saath lip-lock karke khadi thi, aur uska beta uske stanon ko masal kar apni insecurity mita raha tha.


Andhere kone mein wo kiss aur bhi gehra aur wild hota ja raha tha. Rahul ki zabaan Trupti ke munh ki gehraiyon ko naap rahi thi, aur Trupti nasheeli madhoshi mein apne bete ke baalon ko mutthi mein bhiche huye thi. Dono ki saansein tez thi aur dil dhol ki tarah baj rahe the.
Achanak Rahul peeche hata. Dono haamp (gasping) rahe the, unki thook ki ek barik dhaar abhi bhi hothon se judi thi. Trupti ka chehra tamtama raha tha aur uski sleeveless kurti Rahul ki ragad se thodi upar chadh gayi thi.
Rahul: (Aankhon mein gussa late hue) “Mummy... maine notice board dekha. Aap election mein khadi ho rahi hain? Wo bhi us Abhay ke saath?”
Trupti: (Apne baal sambhalte hue) “Haan Rahul... wo doston ne thoda force kiya aur Abhay ne kaha ki wo sab sambhal lega, toh maine haan kar di. Isme bura kya hai?”
Rahul: (Dahaadte hue) “Bura ye hai ki aap abhi ke abhi apna naam Back-off (wapas) lengi! Aapko nahi pata, par Vikki aur mere liye ye bada issue banta ja raha hai. Abhay hamara dushman hai, aur aap uske kandhe se kandha mila kar khadi hongi? Ye nahi chalega!”
Trupti ne hairani se apne bete ko dekha. Use laga tha Rahul khush hoga, par yahan toh wo use order de raha tha. Trupti ne use samjhane ki koshish ki.
Trupti: “Beta, samjho... ye sirf ek college election hai. Isse hamare rishte ya tumhari dosti par kya asar padega? Main bas thoda involve hona chahti hoon...”
Rahul: (Beech mein tokte hue) “Maine keh diya na! Issue create ho raha hai. Vikki mujhse sawal puch raha hai. Aapko election se hatna hi hoga, bas!”
Trupti ki aankhon mein ab gusse ki chamak aa gayi. Ab tak wo Rahul ki har baat maanti aayi thi—chahe wo role-play ho ya jism ki bhookh—par aaj use mehsoos hua ki uska beta uski 'pehchan' hi mita raha hai.



Trupti: (Sakhti se) “Bas Rahul! Bahut ho gaya. Tum bhool rahe ho ki tum mujhse baat kar rahe ho. Tumhare Papa ne mujhe yahan sirf tumhari nigraani ke liye nahi, balki apni adhuri College Life ko dobara jeene ke liye bheja hai.”
Rahul: “Par Mummy...”
Trupti: (Ungli dikhate hue) “Mummy-vummy chhodo! Tum mere behalf par faisle nahi le sakte. Main badi hoon, aur main jaanti hoon mujhe kya karna hai. Agar tum aur tumhara wo ganda dost Vikki mere career ya elections ke beech aaye, toh mujhse bura koi nahi hoga. Main election ladungi, aur Abhay ke saath hi ladungi!”
Rahul sunn reh gaya. Usne pehli baar apni Maa ke chehre par wo 'Alpha Woman' wala rob dekha tha. Trupti ne apna bag uthaya, apni kurti ko ek jhatke se thik kiya aur Rahul ko wahi zaleel halat mein chhod kar gusse mein class ki taraf nikal gayi.
Rahul wahan khada kaanp raha tha. Use darr tha ki agar Trupti nahi maani, toh Vikki use college mein nanga kar dega, aur doosri taraf Abhay uski Maa ko poori tarah apna bana lega.

[Erotica erotica]

super hot update.Hats off,dilemma of rahul and abhay gaining ground is super sexy.

[Kuchnahi24]

Zhsjdhdjdhdhdhdhhd

[Cutesweety]

Most favourite story. Bohot exciting feel ho raha hai. Wait nehi ho raha hai next part k liye....

[Fing fing]

Really Who enjoy humiliation yaar… Rahul should feel realise true love and win tripti against all odds else there is only sadness in the story…  tripti has a life after this collage also.. how can she leave her husband and son and humiliate them. anyways thats my POV

Baki jocker bhai to majhe hue writer hai bus update bade der se dete hai..

pleasure or pain....well both side is true.

Losing a forbidden fruit to competitor is really erotic especially  life giver mom trupti  . Life never goes in planned way. Tell me scenario where exact planned work..............It is the nature of universe to remain unpredictable or random or by chance. Female nature is even more unpredictable. 

Even in ancient mythology brihaspati's wife Tara who is in motherly relation with chandra falls in love with him and jointly have a son budha. Chandra was actually very young man ........The truth is motherly tara initially never wanted to return from chandra , she was deeply fell in love again .For her, it's a new start and she never hesitated to bear child of chandra...........................universe is complex

Tripti at age 42,mom of rahul wanted a fresh start by starting college at this age; this showed that she is ambitious  about starting both fresh career and life. In college, she is  wife of sanjeev or mom of rahul( will remain secret  from other student) ; however in college she is just a voluptuous girl with many  strong potential suitors who wanted to mate and marry her for lifetime. In  animal kingdom especially if lion king gets defeated, enemy mate with defeated lion king's companion and own her for lifetime. In most cases.... defeated lion king companion fall in love with enemy and start their new bloodline.This shows change is the law of the universe and nothing in the material world is permanent .

Sanjeev her husband is busy in life; rahul son of tripti is grown up with no requirement of tripti's care anymore. on her son rahul will have new gf and family. By destiny at age of 42,tripti become college student along with her son rahul. 

By law of nature ;why will strong competitor like abhay leave beautiful woman like tripti in hand of rahul or sanjeev instead abhay will try to gain her forever and who gurantees little by little  tripti will not fall in love with her new  macho man,who is very possesive and controlling  about her???.........................

TRIPTI WANTED A FRESH START AGAIN.There is absolute no reason tripti will deny a  fresh start of her life, marry again with superior partner and later on starting a new bloodline again.she is ready for her new identity ...( It doesn't mean she will completely forget rahul or sanjeev)

Imagine at this age,she will  have  intense sex with extremely possesive bf abhay in college secretly (rahul can hear her noise but could'nt verify her. )and later on she will marry him.............she is ready....
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she is someone wife or someone's mom; she is now a student ready to start ....
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[Cutesweety]

[Cutesweety]

[mahesharpita1987]

pleasure or pain....well both side is true.

Losing a forbidden fruit to competitor is really erotic especially  life giver mom trupti  . Life never goes in planned way. Tell me scenario where exact planned work..............It is the nature of universe to remain unpredictable or random or by chance. Female nature is even more unpredictable. 

Even in ancient mythology brihaspati's wife Tara who is in motherly relation with chandra falls in love with him and jointly have a son budha. Chandra was actually very young man ........The truth is motherly tara initially never wanted to return from chandra , she was deeply fell in love again .For her, it's a new start and she never hesitated to bear child of chandra...........................universe is complex

Tripti at age 42,mom of rahul wanted a fresh start by starting college at this age; this showed that she is ambitious  about starting both fresh career and life. In college, she is  wife of sanjeev or mom of rahul( will remain secret  from other student) ; however in college she is just a voluptuous girl with many  strong potential suitors who wanted to mate and marry her for lifetime. In  animal kingdom especially if lion king gets defeated, enemy mate with defeated lion king's companion and own her for lifetime. In most cases.... defeated lion king companion fall in love with enemy and start their new bloodline.This shows change is the law of the universe and nothing in the material world is permanent .

Sanjeev her husband is busy in life; rahul son of tripti is grown up with no requirement of tripti's care anymore. on her son rahul will have new gf and family. By destiny at age of 42,tripti become college student along with her son rahul. 

By law of nature ;why will strong competitor like abhay leave beautiful woman like tripti in hand of rahul or sanjeev instead abhay will try to gain her forever and who gurantees little by little  tripti will not fall in love with her new  macho man,who is very possesive and controlling  about her???.........................

TRIPTI WANTED A FRESH START AGAIN.There is absolute no reason tripti will deny a  fresh start of her life, marry again with superior partner and later on starting a new bloodline again.she is ready for her new identity ...( It doesn't mean she will completely forget rahul or sanjeev)

Imagine at this age,she will  have  intense sex with extremely possesive bf abhay in college secretly (rahul can hear her noise but could'nt verify her. )and later on she will marry him.............she is ready....
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she is someone wife or someone's mom; she is now a student ready to start ....
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Absolutely true. Every individual has the right to their own choices. In nature, even the jungle offers no shelter to weakness—the weakest are often the first to fall. While humans tend to feel sympathy for the weak, history shows that it is always the strongest and most adaptable who prevail.

[Cutesweety]

[Joker44]

Absolutely true. Every individual has the right to their own choices. In nature, even the jungle offers no shelter to weakness—the weakest are often the first to fall. While humans tend to feel sympathy for the weak, history shows that it is always the strongest and most adaptable who prevail.

I’ve written some interesting chapters so far, and as the story moves forward, you’ll see the weak getting overtaken by the powerful—with a fun twist. Things are only going to get more exciting, with plenty of twists, turns, and new characters joining in along the way.

Really happy to see you guys enjoying the story—do drop your comments, they motivate me a lot and push me to write more.

[mahesharpita1987]

I’ve written some interesting chapters so far, and as the story moves forward, you’ll see the weak getting overtaken by the powerful—with a fun twist. Things are only going to get more exciting, with plenty of twists, turns, and new characters joining in along the way.

Really happy to see you guys enjoying the story—do drop your comments, they motivate me a lot and push me to write more.

Eagerly waiting to read your new chapter and your adaptation. As per my previous comments, my only intention was for Trupti to come as a student, not as a mother who is constantly protecting her son. At the same time, she has never experienced college life before. Often, teenage girls make wrong decisions while choosing a partner—we all know that intimacy alone is not enough.
If a story like this has depth and logic, then it becomes something bigger and more meaningful. One more thing—why do people care so much about Rahul and Vikky? What if Trupti sticks with Rahul? He can enjoy his fun with Sheetal and others. But the “sanskari” Trupti is expected to remain loyal only to Rahul.
Now she is a college-going girl trapped in a 42-year-old woman’s body. Please allow her to experience both good and bad, to explore life in her second innings. Some people never get such a chance—she did. Let her have that exposure