Incest Maa bani Classmate

[Fing fing]

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

If she stick with Rahul then it will be normal mom son story with twist only.story will get diluted with no erotic feeling at all.

At age of 42, even if she is wife or mom,she get attracted to new blood line.she is moving into a territory of unknown and sense of insecurity of rahul is just unimaginable. Rahul is losing his mom to better male.....who is trying to mate with her.please add possessiveness of Abhay and how he win tripti by hook or crook.....

This is how alpha gene propagates.Alpha male like abhay is so possesive that he will implement his bloodline via tripti ( marriage).Think like that tripti is being seeded by new gene pool.Rahul is witnessing the rule of nature,even if tripti is his beloved mom but woman get attracted to alpha.

She loved rahul as son but deep in her mind,she want strong man like abhay to father and produce strong offspring.She love rahul and Sanjeev but she can't deny abhay to start her a new family either.New strong bloodline is trying to capture rahul's mom tripti.......rahul in jealousy but alpha wins.......   ....

[prash001]

Keep the story between mom and son romance only even when they go back home. No other so called alpha male in between them. Bf gf drama turn into real love. Do not like current track of abahay and Rahul the cuck and sharing mom with others

[Ankita b]

If she stick with Rahul then it will be normal mom son story with twist only.story will get diluted with no erotic feeling at all.

At age of 42, even if she is wife or mom,she get attracted to new blood line.she is moving into a territory of unknown and sense of insecurity of rahul is just unimaginable. Rahul is losing his mom to better male.....who is trying to mate with her.please add possessiveness of Abhay and how he win tripti by hook or crook.....

This is how alpha gene propagates.Alpha male like abhay is so possesive that he will implement his bloodline via tripti ( marriage).Think like that tripti is being seeded by new gene pool.Rahul is witnessing the rule of nature,even if tripti is his beloved mom but woman get attracted to alpha.

She loved rahul as son but deep in her mind,she want strong man like abhay to father and produce strong offspring.She love rahul and Sanjeev but she can't deny abhay to start her a new family either.New strong bloodline is trying to capture rahul's mom tripti.......rahul in jealousy but alpha wins.......   ....

aise  hee story should go.I agree she deserve better.update next part pls

[Godfaith]

Please make it a cuckold son story with abhay win tripti as his trophy only . Really good Cuckson story is really rare this day. And please No mom son marriage or sex,this forum have "ma beta ka shadi story " to solve this problem

[Erotica erotica]

Tripti



tripti with her new overprotective bull abhay and upcoming hubby



story is getting too hot#update next episode

[Deep seed]

Update?? Waiting for dhamaka update

[whocarez]

Yaar this is one of my favorite eroticas here right now!

[Joker44]

Next update will be on monday.

[Aman34]

Maa bete ko pati patni banao bhai

[Ankita b]

Please change the story category from incest to adultery otherwise same cheap mom son request will follow.Inspite of thousands of story of mom son available in this forum,they want same thing every time mindlessly.No mom son please,it will destroy this premium story entirely

[6sense]

From south india with love ,I would suggest for cuck part.South india likes the idea of self pain or cuck part more than ever he heeeee

[Fing fing]

Please change the story category from incest to adultery otherwise same cheap mom son request will follow.Inspite of thousands of story of mom son available in this forum,they want same thing every time mindlessly.No mom son please,it will destroy this premium story entirely

I definitely agree with you Ankita b. It will be thrill and suspense to watch 42years Tripti becoming gf and future wife of son's bully by hook or crook or forceful technique  of  bully Abhay. ( Ex- continuously hitting on tripti infront of son rahul,add humiliation,dark jokes , college fest,exam cheating,parent teacher meeting where Sanjeev comes with close family member etc... whoever is there they taunt tripti  .. . (Multiple  intense sex, breast milk....etc ...intense humiliation, pregnant..cy)

Even if she become gf by force or blackmail of bully,she is mom of Rahul. It will be more thrill watch Tripti sensing his son insecurity assures him that abhay will never come close or touch her ; she will remain is mother first and wife of sanjeev( father of rahul) but destiny write something else.....,...........( Best part of story neither tripti nor rahul could never reveal anyone that they are mom son in terms of relationship)

Possible this story is destined to  become a top notch cuckson adultery story as the theme is super unique . waiting for your Monday update

[prash001]

I definitely agree with you Ankita b. It will be thrill and suspense to watch 42years Tripti becoming gf and future wife of son's bully by hook or crook or forceful technique  of  bully Abhay. ( Ex- continuously hitting on tripti infront of son rahul,add humiliation,dark jokes , college fest,exam cheating,parent teacher meeting where Sanjeev comes with close family member etc... whoever is there they taunt tripti  .. . (Multiple  intense sex, breast milk....etc ...intense humiliation, pregnant..cy)

Even if she become gf by force or blackmail of bully,she is mom of Rahul. It will be more thrill watch Tripti sensing his son insecurity assures him that abhay will never come close or touch her ; she will remain is mother first and wife of sanjeev( father of rahul) but destiny write something else.....,...........( Best part of story neither tripti nor rahul could never reveal anyone that they are mom son in terms of relationship)

Possible this story is destined to  become a top notch cuckson adultery story as the theme is super unique . waiting for your Monday update

[exbiixossip2]

hi bro..
mast hai..
all updates..

next update with vikky and trupti hot to hot pics come fast i can not wait next update.

[Joker44]

Rahul ko wahi corridor ke andhere kone mein chhod kar Trupti tezi se Ladies Washroom ki taraf badh gayi. Uski high heels ki aawaaz uske gusse ki gawahi de rahi thi. Andar pahunchte hi usne darwaza band kiya aur seedha aaine (mirror) ke saamne khadi ho gayi.

Usne apna chehra dekha. Uske hoth abhi bhi suje hue lag rahe the—Rahul ke us jungli kiss ki wajah se. Usne paani ka chita maara aur towel se apne hothon ko zor se ragda, jaise wo apne bete ki thook aur us gande ehsaas ko mitana chahti ho.




Trupti ki saansein abhi bhi tez thin. Wo khud se hi baatein karne lagi.

Trupti: (Gusse mein badbadate hue) “Uski himmat kaise hui mujhse aise baat karne ki? Wo mujhe order de raha tha? Apni Maa ko order de raha tha?”
Use wo pal yaad aaya jab Rahul ne use zabardasti kiss kiya aur uska boob dabaya. Pehle use wo 'acting' lagta tha, par aaj use ehsaas hua ki Rahul ne hadd paar kar di hai.
Trupti: (Mann mein) “Maine shayad use kuch zyada hi chhoot de di. Maine socha tha ki ye 'Girlfriend' wala natak humein duniya ki nazron se bachayega, par ye toh mere bete ke dimaag par chadh gaya hai. Wo bhool gaya hai ki main uski Maa hoon. Wo mujhe kisi khilone ki tarah treat kar raha hai. Jab chahe kiss kar liya, jab chahe daba diya... Chee!”
Trupti ko apni galti ka ehsaas ho raha tha. Wo 'submission' (samarpan) jo usne dikhaya tha, usne Rahul ko Dominating bana diya tha. Use laga ki Rahul ab uski izzat nahi karta, balki use apni property samajhne laga hai.

Trupti ne thande paani se chehra dhoya aur gehre saans li. Uske dimaag mein kal shaam ki Shital aur Kriti ki baatein goonjnev lagin.
“Rahul possessive hai aur immature hai... tujhe usse breakup kar lena chahiye.”
Trupti: (Aaine mein khud ko dekhte hue) “Shital sahi keh rahi thi. Ye rishta... ye natak... ab Toxic hota ja raha hai. Agar maine ise abhi nahi roka, toh Rahul poori tarah haath se nikal jayega. Aur main yahan apni college life jeene aayi hoon, kisi ke ishare par naachne nahi.”
Trupti ne apni Sleeveless Kurti ko thik kiya aur apni Bindi ko adjust kiya. Uski aankhon mein ek naya nischay (determination) tha.
Trupti: “Bas! Bohot ho gaya. Mujhe Rahul se Breakup kar lena chahiye. Aaj hi main ye natak khatam karungi. Main use bol dungi ki aaj se hum sirf Classmates hain public mein, aur Maa-Beta private mein. Koi GF-BF nahi.”
Usne socha ki agar wo Rahul se alag ho gayi (natak mein), toh wo election bhi aaram se lad payegi aur Abhay ke saath bhi comfortable hokar kaam kar payegi bina kisi rok-tok ke.
Trupti: “Sorry Rahul... par tune apni hadd paar kar di hai. Ab tujhe sabak sikhana zaroori hai.”
Trupti washroom se bahar nikli. Uske chalne mein ab gussa nahi, balki ek thos faisla tha. Wo seedha class ki taraf gayi, jahan Rahul, Vikki aur Abhay sab uska intezaar kar rahe the.

Do-teen din beet chuke the aur college ka maahaul ab kisi tyohar (festival) jaisa ho gaya tha. Padhai puri tarah thapp pad chuki thi aur har taraf sirf Election Campaigning ka shor tha. Deewaron par bade-bade posters, hawa mein udte pamhplets aur dhol-nagadon ki aawaaz ne college ko gher rakha tha.

Is chunavi maidan mein ab do bade panels aamne-saamne the.

1. Team Progress: Jiska chehra the Abhay Pratap Singh (Boys CR) aur Trupti Sharma (Girls CR). Inka agenda tha "Student Welfare aur Discipline".
   
2. Team Power: Jiske leader the Vikki (Boys CR) aur uske saath khadi thi Niti (Girls CR). Niti college ki ek ultra-modern, short skirt pehenne wali aur tez-tarraar ladki thi jo Vikki ki 'chamchi' maani jati thi. Vikki ne Rahul ke mana karne ke bawajood election mein hissa liya tha, sirf isliye taaki wo Abhay aur Trupti ko hara sake aur Trupti ko 'aukat' dikha sake.
   

College ke Activity Hall mein Abhay ki team zor-shor se kaam kar rahi thi. Zameen par bade-bade chart papers phailay hue the, paint ke dabbe khule the aur brushes chal rahe the.
Trupti aaj behad simple par attractive lag rahi thi. Usne ek Yellow Kurti pehni thi aur apne lambe baalon ko ek Messy Bun (juda) mein baandh rakha tha taaki kaam karte waqt baal beech mein na aayein. Uske chehre par halka pasina chamak raha tha jo uski mehnat aur lagan dikha raha tha.
Abhay Trupti ke bilkul paas baitha tha. Wo dono mil kar ek bada banner paint kar rahe the jisme likha tha: "Vote for Trupti".
Abhay: (Muskurate hue) “Trupti, tumhari handwriting kitni sundar hai yaar. Meri toh doctors wali hai, koi padh bhi na paye.”
Trupti: (Hanste hue) “Haan, kyunki main dil se kaam kar rahi hoon, aur tum sirf jeetne ke liye.”
Abhay ne Trupti ko gaur se dekha. Trupti haste waqt kitni masoom lag rahi thi. Abhay ne mazaak mein apna paint wala brush uthaya aur Trupti ki naak (nose) par laal rang ka ek tika laga diya.
Trupti: (Chaukte hue) “Oye! Ye kya kiya?”
Abhay: “Nazar utaar raha tha. Kahin meri hi nazar na lag jaye tumhe.”
Trupti ka dil zor se dhadka. Wo gussa hone ki bajaye sharma (blush) gayi. Usne bhi badle mein apni ungli paint mein duboyi aur Abhay ke gaal par laga di.
Trupti: (Masti mein) “Hisaab barabar! Ab hum dono 'Rangeen' lag rahe hain.”
Dono khilkhila kar hans pade. Unki hansi hall mein goonj rahi thi. Wahan maujood baaki students bhi unhe dekh kar smile kar rahe the. Sabko lag raha tha ki ye dono waqayi Best Couple hain. Trupti, jo pichle kuch dinon se Rahul ke dabav mein thi, aaj Abhay ke saath khul kar saans le rahi thi. Use Rahul ki yaad tak nahi aa rahi thi.




Hall ke darwaze par khade Rahul aur Vikki ye nazara dekh rahe the. Rahul ki mutthiyan bhichi hui thin. Uski Maa, jo uske liye 'maal' aur 'personal property' thi, aaj kisi aur mard ke saath rangon se khel rahi thi aur itni khush thi jitni wo Rahul ke saath kabhi nahi dikhi.

Vikki: (Daant peeste hue) “Dekh raha hai Rahul? Dekh kaise khilkhila rahi hai teri... I mean, teri bandi. Abhay ne toh poora kabza kar liya hai us par. Wo paint laga raha hai aur ye hans rahi hai. Agar main wahan hota toh paint ki jagah kuch aur laga deta.”
Rahul: (Jalan mein) “Chup kar Vikki! Mera dimaag pehle hi kharab hai.”
Udhar Niti, jo Vikki ke bagal mein khadi thi aur chewing gum chaba rahi thi, usne ek nasty comment kiya.
Niti: “Vikki baby, ye Trupti Aunty toh badi fast nikli. Pehle Rahul, ab Abhay. Lagta hai election jeetne ke liye ye kisi ke saath bhi so sakti hai.”
Rahul ne gusse se Niti ko ghura, par wo kuch bol nahi paya kyunki ye wahi image thi jo ab ban rahi thi. Trupti ki khushi Rahul ke liye zeher banti ja rahi thi.




Kaam khatam hone ke baad, Trupti apna bag utha kar bahar nikli. Abhay uske saath-saath chal raha tha. Rahul ne rasta rokne ki koshish ki.

Rahul: (Rukhaapan dikhate hue) “Trupti... suno. Mujhe baat karni hai.”
Trupti ne Rahul ko dekha. Uski aankhon mein ab wo purana darr nahi tha. Usne Rahul ko aise dekha jaise wo koi mamooli classmate ho.
Trupti: (Thande swar mein) “Abhi nahi Rahul. Main Abhay ke saath campaign strategy discuss karne ja rahi hoon. Baad mein milte hain.”
Trupti ne bina Rahul ke jawab ka intezaar kiye, Abhay ke saath aage badh gayi. Abhay ne Rahul ko ek vijayi muskaan (winning smile) di aur Trupti ke kandhe par halka haath rakha.
Rahul wahi corridor mein khada reh gaya. Uski Maa ne pehli baar use ignore kiya tha, wo bhi us ladke ke liye jise Rahul sabse zyada nafrat karta tha. Trupti ki 'GF acting' khatam hone ki kagar par thi, aur 'Real Romance' Abhay ke saath shuru hota dikh raha tha.


Doapher ka waqt tha, college canteen mein shor-sharaba tha. Rahul ek table par akela baitha tha, uska chehra utra hua tha. Uske haath mein mobile tha aur wo baar-baar Trupti ke 'Last Seen' aur 'Blue Ticks' check kar raha tha. Usne subah se 10 calls aur 20 messages kiye the—"Mummy please baat karo", "Sorry baby", "Ek baar milo"—lekin Trupti ne na call uthaya aur na hi reply kiya. Wo poori tarah se use ghost kar rahi thi.

Tabhi Rahul ke kuch doston ka group wahan aaya aur hansi-thitholi shuru ho gayi.
Dost 1: (Rahul ki peeth thaptapate hue) “Kyun bhai Rahul? Aajkal Bhabhi ji dikh nahi rahin tere saath? Suna hai Abhay bhai ke saath kuch zyada hi busy hain election campaign mein.”
Dost 2: (Haste hue) “Arre tujhe nahi pata? Abhay aur Trupti naye 'Power Couple' hain. Rahul ka toh kat gaya bhai! Abhay ne bhari mehfil se chidiya uda li.”
Dost 3: “Sahi mein yaar, kal maine dekha garden mein dono kaise hansi-mazaak kar rahe the. Paint-vaint laga rahe the ek dusre ko. Rahul bhai, tu toh side character ban gaya apni hi Love Story mein.”
Rahul ka khoon khual raha tha, par wo kuch bol nahi paya. Uski aankhein sharam aur gusse se jhuk gayin. Use mehsus ho raha tha ki kaise uska control uski Maa par se phisalta ja raha hai.

Tabhi wahan Vikki aaya. Uska chehra tanaav mein tha. Wo Abhay ke saath lagayi hui shart (Naked Run) ki wajah se pareshan tha. Agar wo haara, toh poore college ke saamne nanga daudna padega, aur ye baat use khaaye ja rahi thi.
Vikki: (Chair khinch kar baithte hue) “Rahul! Tu yahan baitha hai aur wahan Abhay votes bator raha hai. Teri bandi uske gun-gaan ga rahi hai. Agar main haara na, toh tujhe bhi nahi chhodunga.”
Isse pehle ki Rahul kuch bolta, wahan Niti ki entry hui. Niti college ke Trustee ki beti thi, behad ameer aur ghamandi. Usne ek short skirt aur crop top pehna tha, aur haath mein mehnga iPhone tha. Niti ko college mein apni manmani karne ki aadat thi, par jab se Trupti aayi thi, Niti ki popularity kam ho gayi thi. Ladke ab Niti ko chhod kar Trupti ko taadte the, jisse Niti Trupti se Jalan (Jealousy) rakhti thi.
Niti: (Chewing gum chabaate hue) “Oh God Vikki! Tum log abhi tak us 'Aunty' ke baare mein baat kar rahe ho? Mujhe samajh nahi aata ladkon ko usme dikhta kya hai. Budhi ho gayi hai, phir bhi college mein jawani dikhati phirti hai.”
Vikki: “Niti, wo strong opponent hai. Abhay ke saath milkar wo humein hara sakti hai. Humein kuch karna padega.”

Niti ne ek chair li aur bade style se apne pair table par rakh diye. Uski aankhon mein ek shaitani chamak thi.
Niti: “Dekho Vikki, election imandari se nahi, Power aur Politics se jeeta jata hai. Main Trustee ki beti hoon, mujhe pata hai kaise kisi ko girana hai.”
Rahul: (Dheere se) “Kya karogi tum?”
Niti: (Rahul ko ghurte hue) “Tumhari us 'Girlfriend' ka Character dhila kar denge. Kal Open Debate hai auditorium mein. Saare students aur teachers honge. Wahan hum Trupti se aise sawal puchwayenge ki wo sharam se paani-paani ho jaye.”
Vikki: (Dilchaspi lete hue) “Matlab?”
Niti: “Matlab ye ki hum ye afwah (rumor) faila denge ki Trupti ke Deepak Sir (Professor) ke saath chakkar chal rahe hain. Aur kal debate mein main usse puchungi ki wo marks ke liye kaun-kaun se teachers ko khush karti hai. Jab bhari sabha mein uski izzat uchlegi, toh wo ro degi. Uska confidence toot jayega aur wo election se bhaag jayegi.”
Rahul ye sunkar chaunka. Uski Maa ki izzat uchalne ki baat ho rahi thi. Par Vikki ne Rahul ke ghutne par haath rakha.
Vikki: “Sahi plan hai Niti! Rahul, tu emotional mat ho. Soch, jab Trupti wahan sabke saamne zaleel hogi aur royegi, tab Tu entry marna. Tu wahan jakar use sahara dena, uske aansu pochna. Jab duniya uspar thukegi, tab tu uska hero ban jana. Isse wo wapas tere paas aa jayegi aur Abhay ka saath chhod degi.”
Rahul ke dimaag mein ye baat ghar kar gayi. Use laga ki yahi ek tareeka hai Trupti ko wapas pane ka aur Abhay se door karne ka. Uski Maa ki badnaami hogi, par badle mein wo Rahul ke control mein wapas aa jayegi.
Rahul: (Man markar) “Theek hai... par use zyada dukh nahi hona chahiye.”
Niti: (Haste hue) “Oh please Rahul! Jung aur ishq mein sab jayaz hai. Kal dekhna, tumhari Trupti Aunty ka asli chehra kaise utarta hai.”
Teeno ne milkar ye ganda plan banaya. Ek taraf Abhay Trupti ko jeetane ki taiyari kar raha tha, aur doosri taraf Trupti ka apna beta aur uske dushman use bhari mehfil mein nanga (metaphorically) karne ki saazish rach rahe the.


Agla din College Auditorium students se khacha-khach bhara hua tha. Stage par bright spotlights jali hui thin, aur hawa mein tanaav (tension) saaf mehsoos ho raha tha. Aaj Open Debate tha—jahan candidates ko students ke sawalon ka jawab dena tha aur apne opponents se bahas karni thi.

Stage ke Right side par 'Team Progress' khadi thi—Abhay ek sharp Black Shirt aur Grey trousers mein kisi Corporate CEO jaisa lag raha tha. Uske bagal mein khadi thi Trupti, jisne aaj western kapde chhod kar ek Peach colour ki Saree pehni thi. Saree ka pallu elegantly pin kiya hua tha, par uska blouse Sleeveless aur Deep Back wala tha, jo uski 'Sanskari' image mein bhi 'Sex Appeal' ka tadka laga raha tha. Uski kamar ka ek chhota sa hissa saree ke dbang se jhank raha tha.
Left side par 'Team Power' thi—Vikki, jo gusse mein lag raha tha, aur Niti, jo aaj poori tayari ke saath aayi thi Trupti ko zaleel karne ke liye. Rahul audience ki pehli row mein baitha tha, dil thaam kar us pal ka intezaar kar raha tha jab Trupti royegi aur wo stage par jakar use sambhalega.




Debate shuru hui. Shuruat mein normal sawal-jawab huye—canteen ka khana, library ki timings, sports budget. Abhay aur Trupti ne bade suljhe hue jawab diye, jisse audience kaafi impress thi. Vikki ke jawab aggressive the aur Niti bas aankhein ghumati rahi.

Tabhi Anchor ne kaha: “Ab Opponents ek-dusre se sawal puch sakte hain.”
Niti ne turant mic cheen liya. Uski aankhon mein wo shaitani chamak thi jo Rahul aur Vikki ne plan ki thi. Usne Trupti ko upar se neeche tak gandi nazar se dekha.
Niti: (Mic par, sarcastic tone mein) “Mera sawal Miss Trupti se hai. Trupti ji, aap college mein nayi hain, par badi jaldi famous ho gayi hain. Suna hai ki aapke marks assignments submit karne se pehle hi achhe aa jate hain?”
Audience mein Sannata cha gaya. Trupti hairan thi.
Niti: (Aage bolte hue) “Log kehte hain ki Deepak Sir (Professor) aap par kuch zyada hi meherbaan hain. Kya ye sach hai ki aap unke cabin mein 'Extra Classes' ke liye rukti hain? Ya fir aap apne looks aur dressing sense ka fayda utha kar marks bator rahi hain? Kyunki hum jaise students toh padhai karte hain, par aap shayad kuch aur hi...”
Poore hall mein "Oooooo..." aur phus-phusahat shuru ho gayi. Ladke ek-dusre ko dekh kar hansne lage. Vikki smug face banakar khada tha. Rahul apni seat par aage jhuka, soch raha tha ki bas ab Trupti royegi.
Trupti ka chehra sharam se laal ho gaya. Ek Maa hone ke naate, bhari mehfil mein 'Characterless' aur 'Teacher ke saath sone wali' ladki kehlaana uske liye kisi thappad se kam nahi tha. Uski aankhon mein paani aa gaya. Usne socha, 'Ye ladki kitni ghatiya hai.'

Rahul uthne hi wala tha ki Trupti ko sahara de, par tabhi Trupti ne gehra saans liya. Usne apne 40 saal ke jeevan ka anubhav aur Maa wali garima ko ikhatta kiya. Wo royi nahi.
Trupti ne mic uthaya aur Niti ki aankhon mein aankhein daal kar boli.
Trupti: (Shaant aur damdaar aawaz mein) “Niti, mujhe afsos hai ki ek ladki hokar tum doosri ladki ki mehnat aur kabliyat ko uske kapdon aur character se jod rahi ho. Mere marks public hain, aur mere assignments bhi. Agar tumhe lagta hai ki main 'Extra Classes' leti hoon, toh tum kal mere marksheet aur attendance record check kar sakti ho.”
Hall mein sannata tha. Trupti ki aawaz mein kampan nahi, confidence tha.
Trupti: “Rahi baat Deepak Sir ki, toh wo mere pita ki umra ke hain. Aisi ghatiya baatein karke tum meri nahi, balki apni soch ki gandagi dikha rahi ho. Election muddon (issues) par lada jata hai, kichad uchal kar nahi.”
Audience mein se kuch ladkiyon ne taaliyan bajayi. Niti ka daanv ulta pad raha tha, par wo baaz nahi aayi.
Niti: (Chidh kar) “Oh please! Ye emotional drama mat karo. Sabko dikhta hai tum kaise ladkon aur teachers ko apni taraf kheenchti ho. Abhay ko bhi toh tumne apne jaal mein...”

Isse pehle ki Niti Abhay aur Trupti ke rishte par aur kichad uchalti, Abhay ne Niti ke haath se mic lagbhag cheen liya. Abhay ka chehra gusse se tamtama raha tha. Wo Trupti ke aage aa kar khada ho gaya, bilkul ek Dhaal (Shield) ki tarah.
Abhay: (Gusse mein chillate hue) “Bas Niti! Ek shabd aur nahi. Sharam aani chahiye tumhe. Haar ke darr se tum itna neeche gir jaogi, maine socha nahi tha.”
Abhay ne Trupti ke kandhe par haath rakha aur poori audience ko address kiya.
Abhay: “Main Trupti ko pichle kuch mahino se jaanta hoon. Wo is college ki sabse Mehanti aur Decent ladki hai. Agar wo teachers ki respect karti hai ya sabse ache se baat karti hai, toh iska matlab ye nahi ki tum uske character par ungli uthao.”
Abhay ne Vikki ki taraf ungli dikhayi. Abhay: “Aur sun lo Vikki aur Niti... Agar kisi ne bhi Trupti ke baare mein ek bhi ghalat shabd bola, toh mujhse bura koi nahi hoga. Election bhaad mein jaye, main apni Partner ki Izzat par aanch nahi aane dunga. She is pure gold, and you guys are just dust.”
Poore auditorium mein taaliyon ki gadgadahat goonj uthi. "Abhay! Abhay! Abhay!" ke naare lagne lage. Students ko Abhay ka ye protective roop behad pasand aaya.

Trupti hairani se Abhay ko dekh rahi thi. Wo ladka, jise wo kuch din pehle tak sirf ek 'Aashiq' samajhti thi, aaj sabke saamne uski izzat ke liye lad raha tha. Abhay ka chauda seena aur wo gussail chehra Trupti ko behad attractive laga.

Jab shor thoda kam hua, Abhay ne Trupti ki taraf dekha aur dheere se pucha: Abhay: (Bina mic ke) “Tum theek ho na?”
Trupti ki aankhon mein aansu the, par dukh ke nahi, khushi ke. Usne sabke saamne, bina kisi darr ke, Abhay ka haath pakad liya.
Trupti: (Dheere se) “Thank you Abhay. Aaj tumne wo kiya jo... jo koi aur nahi kar paya.”
Ye bolte waqt Trupti ki nazar audience mein baithe Rahul par gayi. Rahul wahi jam gaya tha. Uska plan buri tarah fail ho chuka tha. Wo 'Hero' banne wala tha, par Abhay asli Hero ban gaya tha. Trupti ki aankhon mein Rahul ke liye nirasha thi aur Abhay ke liye bepanah izzat aur attraction.
Rahul ne dekha ki kaise Trupti Abhay ke kareeb khadi ho gayi, uska haath abhi bhi Abhay ke haath mein tha. Uski Maa, jo kal tak uske control mein thi, aaj kisi aur mard ke protection mein mehfooz mehsoos kar rahi thi.


Auditorium mein taaliyon ki goonj abhi bhi hawa mein thirak rahi thi. "Team Progress" ke naare lag rahe the. Trupti stage par khadi thi, uska seena garv aur ek anokhi rahat se phool raha tha. Usne ek nazar niche audience mein baithe Rahul aur Vikki par dali—unke chehre utre hue the, jaise unki saari makkari unhi par bhari pad gayi ho.

Trupti ne palat kar Abhay ko dekha. Abhay abhi bhi gusse mein tha, uski mutthiyan bhichi hui thin, jaise wo abhi bhi Trupti ki dhaal bana ho. Trupti ke dimaag mein purani yaadein bijli ki tarah koundi—kaise college aane ke baad Rahul ne use 'acting' ke naam par har jagah dabaya, kaise Vikki ne bus mein uske saath gandi harkat ki aur security officer wale ke saamne use nanga hone par majboor kiya. Un logo ne use sirf ek 'jism' samjha tha.
Lekin Abhay... sirf Abhay hi tha jisne uski izzat ke liye poore college se panga le liya. Trupti ko mehsoos hua ki uske dil ke kisi kone mein Abhay ke liye dabe paanv pyaar dastak de raha hai. Jab bhi Abhay use dekhta, Trupti ka dil zor se dhadakta, uske pet mein titliyan udne lagti (fluttering), aur wo kisi teenager ki tarah blush karne lagti.
Trupti: (Mann mein) “Kash... kash main shadi-shuda na hoti. Kash meri umra itni zyada na hoti. Agar main sach mein ek jawan ladki hoti, toh shayad main Abhay se be-intehaan pyaar kar baithti. Kitna khush-kismat hogi wo ladki jo iski biwi banegi.”

Dheere-dheere bheed kam hone lagi. Students auditorium se bahar nikal gaye. Rahul bhi gusse mein pair patakta hua bahar chala gaya. Stage par ab sirf Abhay aur Trupti bache the. Spotlight ki halki roshni un dono par pad rahi thi.
Trupti dheere se Abhay ke paas aayi. Uske Peach saree ka pallu hawa mein halka sa lehraya.
Trupti: (Dheemi aur naram aawaz mein) “Thank you Abhay... sach mein. Aaj tumne jo kiya, wo mere liye kisi sapne se kam nahi tha. Maine kabhi nahi socha tha ki koi mere liye aise khada hoga.”
Abhay ki gussail aankhein ab naram pad gayi thin. Usne Trupti ki taraf ek kadam badhaya, unke beech ka fasla ab khatam ho chuka tha.
Abhay: (Ek gehri aur sexy muskaan ke saath) “Trupti... jab duniya tumhari taraf kanch ke tukde phenk rahi ho, toh mera farz banta hai ki main tumhare aage ek deewar ban kar khada ho jaun. Tumhe rone ke liye nahi, hansi bikherne ke liye banaya gaya hai.”
Trupti: (Hans kar, aankhon mein chamak ke saath) “Oh God Abhay! Tum kitne Corny ho. Ye filmi dialogues kahan se seekhte ho? 'Duniya kanch phenk rahi hai'... sach mein?”
Abhay ne Trupti ki aankhon mein dekha, uski nazar Trupti ke hothon par thahri.
Abhay: “Main corny nahi hoon Trupti, main bas ek Aashiq hoon jo apni manzil ke liye kisi se bhi lad sakta hai. Tumhe shayad mazaak lage, par mere liye tumse badhkar kuch nahi hai.”




Trupti ka dil itni zor se dhadak raha tha ki use laga Abhay ko sunayi de raha hoga. Abhay ki baaton ne uske andar ki 'Aurat' ko jagrit kar diya tha. Use laga ki sirf 'Thank you' bolna kafi nahi hai.
Trupti ne himmat jutaayi. Wo thoda aur kareeb aayi, uske jism ki mehak Abhay ke hosh uda rahi thi. Usne apne haath Abhay ke kandhon par rakhe aur halka sa uchak kar apne gulaabi hoth Abhay ke gaal par tika diye.
Wo ek soft aur lamba kiss tha. Trupti ne mehsoos kiya ki Abhay ka gaal thoda garam tha. Abhay ne hairani mein apni aankhein band kar lin. Us ek pal mein Trupti ne apni saari feelings, apna shukriya aur apni dabi hui chahat us kiss mein piro di thi.
Trupti: (Alag hote hue, sharam se laal hokar) “Ye us 'corny' dialogue ke liye tha. Bye Abhay!”
Trupti palti aur apni saree sambhalti hui tezi se stage se niche utar gayi. Wo bhag rahi thi, kyunki use darr tha ki agar wo ek pal aur ruki, toh shayad wo Abhay ke gale lag jati aur sab sach ugal deti.
Abhay wahi khada reh gaya, apne gaal par haath rakhe jahan Trupti ne kiss kiya tha. Uske hothon par ek vijayi aur sachi muskaan thi.
Abhay: (Dheere se) “Ab toh tum meri ho kar rahogi, Trupti Sharma.”
Door parde ke piche se Rahul ne ye sab dekh liya tha. Uske chehre par ab dard nahi, balki ek shaitani junoon tha. Use samajh aa gaya tha ki uski 'Maa' ab uske haath se nikal kar Abhay ki 'Mehbooba' ban chuki hai.

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Election mein ab sirf 15 din bache the, par college ka maahaul poori tarah badal chuka tha. Debate ke baad Abhay aur Trupti ki popularity aasmaan chhu rahi thi. Har taraf "Team Progress" ke charche the. Vikki apne room mein band hokar deewaron par mukke maar raha tha. Use apni haar saaf dikh rahi thi, aur usse bhi zyada darr use us shart se lag raha tha jisme use nanga daudna tha.
Vikki: (Gusse mein phufkarte hue) “Madarch**d! Ye Rahul toh kisi kaam ka nahi nikla. Apni bandi ko sambhal nahi paya, ulta wo saali Abhay ki godh mein baith gayi hai. Ab agar mujhe jeetna hai, toh mujhe hi is khel ko ganda karna padega.”
Vikki ne apna ek secret drawer khola aur wahan se ek puraana phone nikala. Usne phone on kiya aur gallery mein gaya. Wahan ek video file thi jiska thumbnail dekhte hi uski aankhon mein shaitani chamak aa gayi. Ye wahi MMS tha jo usne us raat SUV mein banaya tha, jab Trupti nashe mein dhut thi aur Rahul uske boobs choos raha tha aur Vikki apna lund uske haath mein diye baitha tha.
Vikki ne ek naya Unregistered SIM Card phone mein dala. Usne video ka ek 10-second ka chota sa clip edit kiya—is clip mein saaf dikh raha tha ki Trupti ka blouse khula hua hai, uske gore boobs bahar hain, aur wo nasheeli aankhon se Vikki ki taraf dekh kar muskura rahi hai.
Vikki: “Ab dekh Trupti Aunty... tera ye sanskari chola kaise utarta hoon.”
‘Click...’ Video Trupti ke number par send ho gaya.

Trupti us waqt hostel ke apne room mein baithi thi. Wo bohot khush thi. Wo Abhay ke us 'Heroic' bachav aur stage par diye gaye us kiss ke baare mein soch kar muskura rahi thi. Wo aaine mein dekh kar apni nayi zindagi ke sapne bun rahi thi.
‘Ting...’ WhatsApp par ek message aaya.
Trupti ne halke-fulke mood mein phone uthaya. Screen par ek anjaan number se video file thi. Usne socha shayad koi election ka promotion hoga. Usne video play kiya... aur agle hi pal uske haath se phone chhoot kar bed par gir gaya.
Trupti ka chehra safed pad gaya, jaise uske jism ka saara khoon nichod liya gaya ho. Uski saansein atak gayin. Usne kaanpte hathon se phone wapas uthaya aur dubara video dekha. Uski aankhein fati ki fati reh gayin.



Video dekhte hi Trupti ke dimaag mein us raat ki dhundhli yaadein bijli ki tarah koundne lagin. Use yaad aaya ki Club ke baad wo Rahul ke saath gaadi mein baithi thi... use yaad aaya ki use bohot zyada garmi lag rahi thi (Viagra ka asar)... use yaad aaya ki koi doosra mard bhi wahan tha...
Trupti: (Rote hue, thartharati aawaz mein) “Nahi... ye nahi ho sakta. Ye kab hua? Main... main us haalat mein...?”
Use ab dhire-dhire yaad aa raha tha ki us raat sirf Rahul nahi tha. Wo dusra haath... wo dandi... wo Vikki tha! Trupti ko mehsoos hua ki uske pairo tale zameen khisak gayi hai. Wo jis izzat ke dam par Abhay ke saath CR banne ke sapne dekh rahi thi, wo izzat ab kisi ke phone mein qaid thi.
Uski aankhon ke saamne apna parivaar, Sanjeev aur poora college ghoom gaya. Agar ye video leak ho gaya, toh wo kahin muh dikhane layak nahi rahegi. Use samajh aa gaya ki ye kaam Vikki ka hai, kyunki Rahul use kabhi aise blackmail nahi karta.
Trupti: (Mann mein) “Mera beta... Rahul... wo bhi us gaadi mein tha? Usne mujhe roka kyun nahi? Usne mujhe is haalat mein dekhne diya? Kya wo bhi isme shamil tha?”
Trupti apne room mein akeli tadapne lagi. Wo darr se tharthara rahi thi. Uska confidence, uski khushi, sab mitti mein mil chuka tha. Tabhi phone par ek aur message aaya:
“Kya hua Madam? CR banna hai ya poore college ki Randi? Kal subah 9 baje canteen ke piche milo... warna ye video poore college ke group mein hoga.”

Trupti ke kamre mein sannata khaufnaak tha, par uske dimaag mein ek toofan utha hua tha. Wo ghabrayi hui thi, par usse kahin zyada wo gusse mein thi. Usne apna dupatta sambhala aur kisi zakhmi sherni ki tarah hostel se nikal kar seedha Rahul ke PG (Paying Guest) room ki taraf bhaagi. Raste bhar uski aankhon se aansu behte rahe, par un aansuon mein ab jalan thi.

Rahul apne room mein bed par leta hua tha, shayad Trupti aur Abhay ke us stage wale kiss ke baare mein soch kar sulag raha tha. Tabhi darwaza kisi ne zor se dhakka dekar khola. Saamne Trupti khadi thi—baal bikhre hue, aankhein surkh laal aur haath mein thartharata hua mobile.

Rahul: (Hadbada kar uthte hue) “Mummy? Aap? Is waqt yahan... kya hua?”

Trupti ne koi jawab nahi diya. Wo tezi se aage badhi aur bina kuch soche-samajhe poori taqat se Rahul ke gaal par ek zor-daar thappad (Slap) raseed kar diya.

‘CHAAATAAAAKKKK!’
Sannate mein thappad ki goonj Rahul ke kaano ko sunn kar gayi. Rahul apne gaal par haath rakhe hairani se apni Maa ko dekhne laga.



Trupti: (Chillaate hue, rote hue) “Ye kya hai Rahul? Ye kya hai??”
Usne phone ki screen Rahul ke muh ke saamne kar di. Video clip chal rahi thi. Rahul ka chehra safed pad gaya. Uske hosh ud gaye ki ye video Vikki ne Trupti ko bhej diya hai.
Trupti: “Tumne mere saath jo kiya... acting ke naam par, GF-BF ke naam par... maine sab saha. Maine socha mera beta hai, shayad bhatak gaya hai. Par apne gande dost ke saamne mujhe nanga kar diya? Chiiiii Rahul! Thoo hai tumhari aisi mardangi par!”
Rahul: “Mummy... meri baat suniye... wo...”
Trupti: (Uski baat kaat-te hue) “Kya sunun? Ki mera beta hi meri izzat ka sauda kar raha tha? Tumhe sharam nahi aayi Vikki ko wo sab karne dene mein? Kya lagta hai tumhe? Agar ye video tumhare Papa (Sanjeev) ke paas pahunch gaya, toh kya hoga? Unki izzat, meri izzat, sab mitti mein mil jayegi. Hum kahin muh dikhane layak nahi rahenge!”
Trupti zameen par baith gayi aur foot-foot kar rone lagi. Uska garv, uska naya mila hua confidence, sab uske bete ki hawas ne kuchal diya tha.
Trupti: “Tune sirf apne maze ke liye apni Maa ko ek Randi bana diya Rahul... tune mujhe kahin ka nahi chhoda.”

Trupti ko aise zameen par tut-te hue dekh kar Rahul ke andar ka beta achanak jaag utha. Use pehli baar ehsaas hua ki usne hawas ke chakkar mein kya anarth kar diya hai. Vikki par uska bharosa toot chuka tha. Wo bhag kar Trupti ke paas gaya aur uske ghutno par gir gaya.
Rahul: (Rote hue) “Mummy... please roiye mat. Mujhse bohot badi galti ho gayi. Main pagal ho gaya tha. Maine socha tha ki Vikki bhai hai mera, wo video delete kar dega... mujhe nahi pata tha wo itna gira hua niklega.”
Rahul ne Trupti ke haath pakadne ki koshish ki, par Trupti ne piche hat kar use nafrat se dekha.
Rahul: “Main sab theek kar dunga Maa! Main abhi Vikki se baat karta hoon. Wo video main delete karwa kar hi dam lunga. Wo mujhe blackmail nahi kar sakta. Aap himmat mat haariye... please.”
Trupti sirf sisakti rahi. Use samajh aa gaya tha ki jis bete ke liye wo is college mein aayi thi, wahi uski zindagi ka sabse bada dushman ban gaya hai. Use ab na Rahul par bharosa tha, na Vikki par. Use sirf ek hi chehra yaad aa raha tha jo use is dal-dal se nikaal sakta tha—Abhay.
Lekar Trupti darr rahi thi... agar Abhay ko ye sach pata chala, toh kya wo use ab bhi waisi hi izzat dega?

Kamre mein chhai khamoshi Trupti ki siskiyon se bhari thi. Rahul apne gaal par haath rakhe zameen par baitha tha, wahi thappad ki jalan ab uske dil tak pahunch rahi thi. Trupti ne apne aansu ponche aur ek gehri saans li. Use pata tha ki rone se izzat wapas nahi aayegi. Usne dekha ki Rahul poori tarah toot chuka hai aur pachtave mein jal raha hai, par ab us par bharosa karna maut ko dawat dene jaisa tha.
Trupti: (Bhari par thos aawaz mein) “Thappad toh maine maar diya Rahul... par isse wo video mitti mein nahi milega. Tumne aur tumhare us kamine dost ne milkar meri zindagi ka sauda kiya hai.”
Rahul: (Rote hue) “Mummy, main Vikki ke paas jaunga... main uska gala daba dunga par video le lunga.”
Trupti: (Nafrat se) “Tum kuch nahi karoge! Tumhari wajah se hi main aaj yahan hoon. Tum jaoge toh wo tumhe aur dabayega. Ab is gandi keechad se main khud nikalungi.”

Trupti ne kaampte hathon se apna phone uthaya aur Abhay ka number dial kiya. Rahul hairani se apni Maa ko dekh raha tha. Uske liye ye sabse bada jhatka tha ki uski Maa ab uske dushman se madad maang rahi hai.
Abhay: (Phone uthate hi, fikar se) “Hello Trupti? Itni raat ko? Sab theek toh hai na? Tumhari aawaz aisi kyun lag rahi hai?”
Trupti: (Apne jazbaaton ko kaabu mein rakhte hue) “Abhay... mujhe tumhari zaroorat hai. Vikki... usne kuch gandi harkat ki hai. Kya tum abhi mujhse mil sakte ho? Hostel ke piche wale garden mein?”
Abhay: (Gusse aur junoon mein) “Uski itni himmat? Tum bas 5 minute ruko Trupti, main wahan pahunch raha hoon. Woh kutta agar tumhare aas-paas bhi dikha toh main use zinda nahi chhodunga. Don't worry, main hoon na.”
Trupti ne call kaat diya. Abhay ki aawaz mein jo bharosa tha, usne Trupti ko wo himmat di jo Rahul kabhi nahi de paya.

Trupti khadi hui aur apna dupatta sahi kiya. Usne Rahul ki taraf dekha, par uski aankhon mein wo Maa wala pyaar nahi, balki ek anjaan ladke ke liye nafrat thi.
Trupti: (Cold tone mein) “Sun lo Rahul... aaj se aur abhi se ye GF-BF wala ganda natak band. Aaj ke baad college mein tum sirf mere ek Classmate ho, usse zyada kuch nahi. Agar tumne mujhse baat karne ki koshish ki, ya mujh par haq jataya, toh main poore college ko bata dungi ki tumne apni Maa ke saath kya kiya hai.”
Rahul: (Gid-gidate hue) “Mummy please... aisa mat kijiye. Main sudhar jaunga...”
Trupti: “Apni hadd mein rehna seekho. Aaj tumne apne baap ki izzat aur apni Maa ka bharosa, dono kho diya hai. Ab main ja rahi hoon, aur tum mere piche nahi aaoge. Is gandi saazish ko main aur Abhay dekh lenge.”

Trupti muddi aur bina piche dekhe kamre se nikal gayi. Rahul bed par dher ho gaya. Usne mehsoos kiya ki uske haath se saari taqat nikal gayi hai. Wo 'Control' jo wo apni Maa par chala raha tha, wo hawas jo wo acting ke naam par poori kar raha sab khatam ho chuka tha. Wo apni hi Maa ki nazron mein ek ganda mard ban kar reh gaya tha.
Udhar Trupti hostel ke piche wale sunsaan garden ki taraf tez kadmon se badh rahi thi. Use darr tha, sharam thi, par usse bhi zyada ek umeed thi. Use pata tha ki Abhay uske character par sawal nahi uthayega, balki uski dhaal banega.
Door se use Abhay ki bike ki headlight chamakti dikhi. Trupti ki dhadkan tez ho gayi. Aaj wo ek Maa ban kar nahi, balki ek bebas aurat ban kar Abhay ki baahon mein panah lene ja rahi thi, jahan Vikki ka wo kaala sach hamesha ke liye dafan hone wala tha.

Hostel ke piche wala garden sannaate mein dooba tha, sirf jhinguron ki aawaaz us khamoshi ko cheer rahi thi. Trupti ek purane ped ke neeche khadi tharthara rahi thi, tabhi Abhay ki bike ka engine band hua. Wo tezi se Trupti ki taraf badha, uske chehre par fikar aur gusse ka ek ajeeb mishran tha.

Trupti ko dekhte hi Abhay ne uske kaampte hue haathon ko thaam liya. Trupti ne himmat jutaayi aur use sab bataya—lekin bohot sambhal kar. Usne Rahul ke saath apne rishte ka sach (Maa-Beta) chupa liya. Usne bas itna kaha ki us raat party ke baad wo Rahul ke saath thi, aur Vikki ne dhoke se wo video bana liya. Usne ye bhi jhooth bola ki Rahul ko bhi nahi pata ki ye sab kab aur kaise hua, taaki Rahul ki izzat bachi rahe.

Jab Abhay ne suna ki Vikki ne Trupti ko wo clip bhej kar blackmail kiya hai, toh uski aankhon mein khoon utar aaya. Usne ek zor ka mukka paas lage ped par mara.
Abhay: (Daant peeste hue) “Us kutte ki itni himmat? Wo samajhta kya hai khud ko? Ek ladki ki izzat ka sauda karega wo? Trupti, tum bas naam lo, abhi jaakar uska sar faad deta hoon aur uska phone wahi tod dunga!”
Trupti: (Ghabra kar uske haath pakadte hue) “Nahi Abhay! Aisa mat karna. Agar tumne uspar hamla kiya, toh wo gusse mein video viral kar dega. Poore college mein meri thoo-thoo ho jayegi. Humein dimaag se kaam lena hoga.”
Abhay thoda shant hua. Use samajh aa gaya ki Trupti sahi keh rahi hai. Ye sirf gusse ka nahi, balki Trupti ki aabru ka sawal tha. Agar Vikki nanga hone ki shart se darr raha tha, toh wo Trupti ko barbad karne ke liye kisi bhi hadd tak ja sakta tha.



Abhay ne Trupti ko apne aur kareeb kheencha, uska ek haath Trupti ki kamar par tha aur doosra uske sar par. Usne Trupti ki aankhon mein dekha, jahan darr aur umeed dono thin.
Abhay: (Gehri aur vishwas-bhari aawaz mein) “Theek hai... agar wo ganda khelna chahta hai, toh niyam (rules) ab main taye karunga. Trupti, tum bilkul mat darna. Wo video kabhi bahar nahi aayega, ye mera waada hai tumse.”
Donon ke beech kaafi der tak dhimi aawaz mein baatein hoti rahin. Abhay ne Trupti ko ek poora plan samjhaya. Usne bataya ki kaise Vikki ko usi ke jaal mein phansana hai. Usne Trupti ko kuch instructions diye—kise milna hai, kya bolna hai, aur kab tak shant rehna hai.
Abhay: “Jaisa maine kaha hai, bas waisa hi karna. Kal subah jab tum canteen ke piche usse milogi, toh tum akeli nahi hogi. Meri nazrein tum par hongi.”
Trupti ne bas haan mein sar hila diya. Use Abhay ki baaton mein ek aisi shakti mehsoos hui jo use Rahul ke saath kabhi nahi mili thi. Abhay use sirf protect nahi kar raha tha, balki use ladne ke liye taiyaar kar raha tha.

Abhay ne Trupti ka chehra apne haathon mein liya aur uske maathe par ek chhota sa, pakeeza kiss kiya. Ye kiss hawas wala nahi, balki ek 'Promise' tha.
Abhay: “Ab jao, aur sukoon se so jao. Kal ka suraj Vikki ke liye andhera lekar aayega.”
Abhay apni bike par baitha aur tezi se nikal gaya. Trupti wahi khadi rahi, use door jaati hui bike ki tail-light ko dekhti rahi. Uski aankhon mein jo thodi der pehle aansu the, ab wahan ek Aatm-vishwas (Confidence) ki chamak thi. Use pata tha ki Abhay ke hote hue koi uska baal bhi banka nahi kar sakta.
Wo hostel ki taraf palat gayi. Usne thaan liya tha ki ab wo shikar nahi banegi, balki Abhay ki dhaal ke piche se Vikki ka khatma karegi.

Agli subah suraj nikalne ke saath hi Trupti ki aankhein khul gayin. Raat bhar use neend nahi aayi thi, darr aur ghabrahat thi, par Abhay ke waade ne use ek ajeeb si taqat di thi. Aaj use 'Shikaar' nahi, balki 'Chara (Bait)' banna tha.
Abhay ke plan ke mutabiq, Trupti ko aaj kuch aisa pehenna tha jise dekh kar Vikki ka dimaag aur bhi kharab ho jaye, taaki wo josh mein hosh kho baithe.

Trupti ne wardrobe khola aur ek White Bodycon One-Piece Dress nikali. Ye dress usne college aane se pehle kharidi thi par kabhi pehne ki himmat nahi ki thi, kyunki ye hadd se zyada bold thi.
Jab Trupti ne wo dress pehni, toh aaine mein apna aks dekh kar wo khud sharma gayi. Wo dress uske jism par kisi doosri chamdi ki tarah chipak gayi thi. Uski fitting itni tight thi ki Trupti ke 38-inch ke bhare hue boobs ka shape saaf ubhar kar aa raha tha. Dress ki lambai uske ghutno se kaafi upar thi, jisse uski chikni, dudhiya safed aur gudaaz jaanghein (milky white fleshy thighs) poori tarah expose ho rahi thin.
Gale ka cut deep tha, jisme se uski cleavage ki ghati saaf jhank rahi thi. Trupti ne apne baalon ko khula rakha jo uske nange kandhon par gir rahe the. Pairon mein usne High Heels pehni, jisse uski pindliyan (calves) aur bhi sexy lagne lagin aur uski chaal mein ek jaanlewa lachak aa gayi. Hothon par Dark Red Lipstick lagakar usne apne look ko complete kiya.
Aaj wo ek 40 saal ki Maa ya 21 saal ki student nahi, balki ek chalti-phirti Sex Bomb lag rahi thi.
Trupti: (Aaine mein khud ko dekh kar, gehri saans lete hue) “Ye sab Abhay ke liye... aur meri izzat ke liye. Himmat rakh Trupti, aaj Vikki ka khel khatam hoga.”



Trupti hostel se nikli aur college campus mein dakhil hui. Subah ka waqt tha, students groups mein khade the. Jaise hi Trupti corridor se guzri, ladkon ki gardanein ghum gayin. Har koi muh khol kar us Safed Pari ko ghoorne laga. Rahul ne bhi door se apni Maa ko is avataar mein dekha aur uska muh khula ka khula reh gaya, par Trupti ne kisi ki taraf nahi dekha.
‘Ting...’
Phone par Vikki ka message aaya:
"Wow baby! Aaj toh white dress mein qayamat lag rahi ho. Mujhse sabr nahi ho raha. Jaldi Canteen ke piche aa jao, wahan koi nahi hai."
Trupti ne message padha aur uske chehre par ghrina (disgust) aa gayi. Usne chhota sa reply kiya: "Ok."
Wo canteen ki taraf badhi. Canteen ke saamne bheed thi, shor-sharaba tha. Par canteen ke piche ka hissa bilkul alag tha—wahan ghane Neem aur Ashok ke ped the, jhariyan thin aur aksar couples wahan chupe rehte the. Subah ke waqt wahan sunsaan tha.

Trupti ne canteen ki building ko cross kiya aur piche wale kachche raaste par aayi. Uski heels ki ‘Tik-Tak... Tik-Tak’ aawaaz sannate mein goonj rahi thi. Hawa mein pedon ki sarsarahat thi.
Wo thoda andar gayi, par koi dikha nahi. Use darr lagne laga. Kya Vikki koi nayi chaal chal raha hai?
‘Ting...’ Ek aur message:
"Daro mat raani... thoda aur aage aao. Ghane pedon ke beech."
Trupti ne apni dress ko neeche kheenchne ki koshish ki, jo chalne ki wajah se thodi upar chadh gayi thi. Wo darrte hue aage badhi.
Tabhi, do bade pedon ke beech, ek chhaya (shadow) hilte hue dikhi. Trupti ruki.


Samne wale ped se tek lagaye Vikki khada tha. Usne jeans aur black T-shirt pehni thi. Wo bade aaram se wahan khada tha, haath mein phone tha aur chehre par ek gandi, jeetne wali muskaan thi.
Vikki ki nazrein Trupti ke chehre par nahi, balki uski nangi taango (legs) aur ubhre hue seene par atki thin. Wo kisi bhookhe bhediye ki tarah Trupti ko taad raha tha.
Vikki: (Hotho par jeebh pherte hue) “Haaye... Sahi mein Trupti, maan gaye teri jawani ko. Photo mein toh tu hot lag hi rahi thi, par aaj asliyat mein toh tu barood lag rahi hai. Aaja, mere paas aaja.”
Trupti wahi jam gayi. Vikki ka wo look dekh kar use ulti aane lagi, par use yaad tha ki Abhay aas-paas hi hai. Usne ek gehri saans li aur Vikki ki aankhon mein dekha.

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Badhiya. Is trupti ki javani ki pyas bhuzao he ki aise hi khelte raho ge uske sath?? Kutha to adult masala dalo yar

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suberb!!! you are really pro in writing, I am just your fan.Your idea of adding mms is just mind blowing and unique ,i like it.  One thing please update next part fast as it is really painfull to wait. I keep coming everyday on xossipy to check any update in this story. waiting for more...
 
Tripti need a strong bull like abhay( bf later spouse)   . waiting to watch jealousy and insecurity of rahul.