Adultery Meri Pakiza Ammijaan Ka Bhrashtikaran

[KingKong.]

What a lovely and lusty story it's! Just awesome and marvelous writing with super excellent gifs!

[Jerin Kabir]

Lajawab aur exciting update

[Ahura Mazda]

Ekdum kamaal ka update aur bahut bahut shandar writing skills.

[Ahura Mazda]

This episode is not so exciting and erotic as we had expected. We had hoped and expected to read the first sex encounter between Shahida and Gajendra in details but we are really disappointed as we couldn't watch the first sex encounter in details. Please flashback this episode of the first sex encounter between Shahida and Gajendra in details. Otherwise this story will lose its appeal to the readers.

Ekdum sahi bat

[Love Bite]

bahut badhiya,awesome aur lajawab update

[Veer]

Exciting and of course interesting writings! Hats off!

[Anju Ghosh]

Awesome update

[Alfamale]

Outstanding and high quality writing ✍️

[PakeezaAmmi]

This episode is not so exciting and erotic as we had expected. We had hoped and expected to read the first sex encounter between Shahida and Gajendra in details but we are really disappointed as we couldn't watch the first sex encounter in details. Please flashback this episode of the first sex encounter between Shahida and Gajendra in details. Otherwise this story will lose its appeal to the readers.

Yess, you are absolutely right.

[Sabse Bada Khiladi]

Awesome update. Amazing writing ✍️

[Savita Das]

Mast aur ekdum mazadar update

[Sushmita Sharma]

This episode is not so exciting and erotic as we had expected. We had hoped and expected to read the first sex encounter between Shahida and Gajendra in details but we are really disappointed as we couldn't watch the first sex encounter in details. Please flashback this episode of the first sex encounter between Shahida and Gajendra in details. Otherwise this story will lose its appeal to the readers.

Yes

[Tasnim Zara]

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Agree with you

[Deepak_bull]

CHAPTER 15



Gajendra meri mom ko randi banane ki training de raha hai, lekin
 main isse hone nahi doonga.





Main hallway ke andhere mein aur chhup nahi sakta tha; sab kuchh ka bojh mujhe peeche ke darwaze
 se bahar dhakel raha tha. Main chupke se yard se guzar kar gali mein nikal aaya. Mujhe pata tha 
Gajendra kahan rehta hai — mohalle ke shaant hisse mein uska bada bungalow, hamare ghar se zyada 
door nahi, saaf-suthra bagicha aur unchi deewarein jo uske dhandon se aayi daulat chillati thi. 


Kuchh keh raha tha ki woh wahi jayenge; maa ghar par nahi rukegi jab daadi-dada so rahe honge paas 
mein. Mujhe khud dekhna tha, yeh khaufnaak sapna sach hai ya nahi. 

Uske ghar ke paas chupke pahunchna apni hi zindagi mein chor banne jaisa lag raha tha. Main andhere 
mein chipka raha, sadak ke bijli ke khambe se door, jinke lambe tez ujaale sadak par mujhe ilzaam 
laga rahe the. 

Darwaza band tha, lekin side ka rasta ek chhoti deewar tak le gaya jise main chupke se paar kar sakta
 tha, dil kaan mein dhadak raha tha jaise dhol. Bagiche mein dheere se utra, phir living room ki khidki
 ki taraf badha. Parda thoda khula tha, andar ki garam roshni se ek chhota sa nazara mil raha tha. 

Jab maine jhaanka, saans ruk gayi. Wahan the: maa aur Gajendra, uske mahange chamde ke sofa set par
 baithe, woh aish-o-araam wala samaan jo abbu kabhi hamare chhote ghar ke liye khareed nahi sakte. 
Maa uske bagal mein chhoti aur kamzor lag rahi thi, abaya pehne hue lekin veil dheela, kaale baalon ki
 kuchh latain bahar nikal aayi thi. 

Gajendra, saaf shirt aur pant mein, paas jhuka hua, haath unke beech
 ke cushion par rakh kar, jaise yeh sab aam baat ho. 

Hamare _ tahzeeb mein yeh aam nahi — yeh sab kuchh ka gehra dhoka tha jo hum paak samajhte
 the. Ek shaadi-shuda aurat jaise maa ko kisi doosre mard ke ghar mein akeli nahi hona chahiye, woh bhi 
itni raat ko. Aisi tanhaai shaitan ko dawat deti hai, aur ghar ki izzat ko khatre mein daalti hai. 

Maa ne hamesha mujhe yeh sikhaya tha — izzat, hadd-bandiyan, deen ki hifazat. Phir bhi yahan woh sab
 tod rahi thi, uske ghar mein maujoodgi hamare imaan ke khilaf ek chuppi cheekh thi. 

Sirf kaam ki baat nahi thi; yeh chhupana tha, shaadi ke halal daayre se bahar nikalna, woh bhi jab abbu 
hospital mein bimari se lad rahe the, unki zindagi mahange ilaaj ke taaron par latki hui thi jisme 
Gajendra ne kuchh madad ki thi. Kaise kar sakti thi woh? Yeh munafiqat mere seene mein jal rahi thi, 
gusse aur dukh ka mila-jula dard. 

Khidki ke paas se unki awaazein halki sunai de rahi thi, glass ke paar se, thodi dhundhli lekin samajh aati
 hui. Gajendra apni woh naram, qail karne wali awaaz mein baat kar raha tha, jo woh dhandon mein
 istemal karta tha. 

“Shahida, meri baat suno,” usne dheere se kaha, haath uske haath ki taraf badhta hua. “Tum kuchh galat
 nahi kar rahi. Jo humare beech hai… yeh dhoka nahi. Tumhara shauhar bimari mein hai, aur tum itne
 din akeli bojh utha rahi ho. Maine bill, dukaan ki madad ki — kyunki mujhe tumhari fikar hai, majboori
 se nahi. Yeh rishta… yeh fitri hai. Do log mushkil duniya mein sukoon dhoondh rahe hain.” 

Maa sofa par bechain hui, nazrein neeche, abaya ke kinare se khelti hui. “Gajendra, main aaj raat tumhe 
yeh khatam karne aayi hoon,” usne iqraar kiya, awaaz mazboot lekin kaamp rahi. “Main yeh jaari nahi
 rakh sakti. Yeh haram hai — har tarah se galat. 

Mera khandan, mera deen… main yeh chehre se chehre
 milakar kehne aayi hoon ki yeh khatam. Ab koi mulaqat nahi, koi… kuchh bhi nahi.” 






Gajendra: (darwaza khol kar uske kamre mein le jaata hua, uski kamar par haath rakh kar) Andar aao 
Shahida. Darwaze par khadi mat raho jaise darti hui billi. Humein kal raat ki baat karni hai. 

Maa: (andar dheere se kadam rakhte hue, abaya sar-sarati hui, idhar-udhar dekhti hui) Gajendra, tum 
mujhe yahan kyon laaye? Yeh tumhara ghar hai… yeh theek nahi. Agar koi dekh lega? Mujhe tumse baat bhi
 nahi karni chahiye kal ke baad… jo hua uske baad. 

Gajendra: (darwaza band kar ke, muskurate hue us par tik kar) Theek? Yeh baat tumse sunna ajib hai. Main
 tumhe isliye laaya kyunki tumne subah message kiya tha, sab kuchh saaf karne ki baat kar rahi thi. 
Baitho, araam se. Ya darti ho ki phir se mujh par toot padogi? 

Maa: (sofa ke kinaare par baithti hui, haath god mein jakad kar, awaaz mazboot lekin kaamp rahi) Nahi, 
meri baat suno. Kal raat… tumhare saath woh jismani rishta meri zindagi ki sabse badi galti thi. Main
 kamzor thi, mera shauhar hospital mein hai, aur maine shaitan ko jeetne diya. Yeh kabhi dobara nahi ho 
sakta. 

Gajendra: (hans kar, uske bahut paas baith kar, taang uski taang ko chhooti hui) Sabse badi galti? Arre bas
 karo Shahida. Tum toh bhootni ki tarah karah rahi thi, aur zyada maang rahi thi. ‘Zor se, Gajendra, mujhe
 bhar do’ — yaad hai? Tumne har pal maza liya, tum dindaron wali munafiq. 

Maa: (chup ho gayi, zameen ko ghoorti hui, gaal sharam se laal, yaadein laut aayi) 

Gajendra: (aage badhte hue, mazak udata hua) Dekha? Zubaan kat gayi? Ya sach chubh raha hai? Tumne kal
 raat teen baar maza liya! Aur saath mein kehti rahi ki yeh galat hai. Yeh galti nahi; yeh tumhara iqraar 
hai ki veil ke neeche tum kitni chhinal ho. 

Maa: (lambi khamoshi ke baad, sir utha kar, awaaz kaamp rahi) Lekin… mera mazhab, Gajendra. ., safaai,
 haya sikhata hai. Jo humne kiya woh haram hai — zina, badkaari. Ya ,.', maine apne imaan ko dhoka diya,
 apne khandan ko. Ab main masjid mein kaise muh dikhaungi? 

Gajendra: (aankhein ghoomate hue, haath hawa mein hilate hue) Mazhab? Mujhe chhod do. Tum pehli
 _ aurat nahi jo ek mature ***** mard ke liye taangein failati hai. Yeh sirf jismani baat hai, 
Shahida. Tumhara Khuda ne kal raat tumhe saza nahi di, na? Shayad woh dekh kar soch raha ho, ‘Aakhir 
yeh thodi zindagi jee rahi hai.’ 

Maa: (saansein tez, zor-zor se haanfne lagi, seena abaya ke andar upar-neeche ho raha, gussa aur na-chahi 
hui chahat ka milaap) 

Gajendra: (uski haanf dekh kar, aur paas jhuk kar, gardan par saans daalte hue) Dekho tumhe, phir se garam
 ho rahi ho. Haaf rahi ho jaise garam kutiya. Kehti ho galti thi, lekin jism sach bol raha hai. Chaho to sabit
 kar doon? 

Maa: (use thoda peeche dhakel kar, aankhein gusse se chamakti hui) Bas karo! Paas mat aao. Main aisi 
aurat nahi, Gajendra. Mujhe chhuna ya chumban nahi karne dogi. Main yahan tauba karne aayi hoon, kehne 
aayi hoon ki hum ab nahi mil sakte. Yeh abhi khatam! 






Gajendra: (ruk kar, phir naram awaaz mein ilzaam lagate hue, chehra gambhir) Tauba? Theek hai, kar lo. Lekin 
socho, tumhara shauhar hospital mein akela pada hai. Aaj usse kaun milne gaya? Main — subah phal dekar aaya 
tha. Aur tum? Itne saalon mein pehli baar zinda mehsoos karne wali cheez par afsos kar rahi ho. Agar mujhe 
chhod dogi, to bill kaun bharega, kaam kaun karega? Sirf mujhe nahi, tum apna sahara chhod rahi ho. 

Maa: (phir chup, uske shabdon ka bojh mehsoos karte hue, jaanti thi ki woh sahi keh raha hai madad ke baare 
mein, haanfna dheema hua lekin irada toot raha tha) 

Gajendra: (uski khamoshi ka faida utha kar, dheere se uska thodi chin pakad kar chehra upar kiya, pehle 
dheeme se honth rakhe, phir zor se, doosra haath kamar par) 

Maa: (chumban mein dheemi karah ke saath, jism jawab de raha tha jabki woh virodh karti rahi) Mmm…
 nahi Gajendra… ruk jao… ahh… yeh galat hai… please… 

Gajendra: (chumban gehra karte hue, jeebh honthon par, saanson ke beech fisfisate hue) Shh, bas mehsoos 
karo. Tum jaanti ho tumhe yeh chahiye. Kal raat galti nahi thi — yeh shuruaat thi. Tumhara mazhab intezaar
 kar sakta hai; yeh nahi. 

Maa: (phir karah kar, haath kamzor se uske seene par dhakel rahi lekin rok nahi pa rahi, gunah aur chahat
 ke beech phansi) Ohhh… main nahi kar sakti… ya Rabb maaf karna… aur nahi… 

Gajendra: (thoda peeche hata kar aankhon mein dekh kar, muskurate hue) Dekha? Tum pehle se geeli ho
 na? Iqraar karo Shahida — tum waisi hi aurat ho. Ab chalo, sofa par ek aur ‘galti’ kar lete hain. 






Main yeh sab dekh kar gusse se aag baboola ho raha tha — kaise woh abbu ka dhoka de sakti thi? Lekin 
phir ek ajeeb samajh ubhari: yeh maa nahi thi. Yeh woh aurat nahi jo main jaanta tha, woh deendar
 maa jo kabhi ,,., nahi chhodti. Shayad woh jinn-zada ho gayi ho, koi andheri taqat ne us par 
qabza kar liya ho. 

Mujhe Kunal yaad aaya, woh ajeeb budha jo apne ghar ke paas rehta tha, jo roohon aur laanaton ki 
baatein karta tha jab maine usse khandan ki pareshani batayi thi. Main ne phone nikala, jhadiyon 
ke peeche aur neeche jhuk kar, jaldi se uska number lagaya. 

“Kunal chacha? Main hoon,” maine fisfisate hue kaha jab usne jawab diya, uski awaaz umar se bhari hui.
 “Ah, chhota. Der raat ka phone — zaroor mushkil hai. Ab kya saaya saath hai?” 

Maine khidki ki taraf dekha, woh abhi bhi ek doosre mein lipthe hue. “Maa… woh us mard Gajendra ke
 saath hai. Chumban kar rahi hai, aur shayad aur bhi hoga. Woh khatam karne aayi thi, lekin ab haar 
rahi hai. Jaise woh khud nahi hai.” 

Usne gehri saans li, jaise yeh umeed thi. “Jinn-zada hai beta. Chhinal rooh ka — lust ka jinn, jo kamzor
 roohon par chadhta hai. Pehli ghalat harkat mein ghus gaya hoga, shayad pehli blowjob ya koi ghaleez 
kaam mein. Ab woh haram cheezon ki bhookh badhata hai, irade ko kamzor karta hai. Purani kahaniyon 
mein dekha hai; yeh gunah aur chahat par palta hai.” 

Meri aankhein phail gayi. “Jinn-zada? Isliye… woh lad rahi hai lekin asal mein nahi. Main kya karoon?” 
“Kuchh mat karo,” usne sakhti se kaha. “Dakhal mat do. Rooh takraav se mazboot hoti hai — tum par
 bhi chadh sakti hai ya aur bura kar sakti hai. Hone do; sirf woh khud sachchi tauba se ya kisi amal 
se nikaal sakti hai. Abhi roko to yeh aur gehra ho jayega.” “Kyon? Main kaise sirf dekhta rahun!” 

“Kyunki beta, jinn-zada aasaan nahi. Yeh uske jazbaat se juda hai — abbu ki bimari se tanhaai, us mard 
ka ehsaan. Zabardasti rokoge to kuchh nahi rukega; andar se ladna padega. Khud ko bacha ke rakho, 
uske liye dua karo.” 

Gusse mein bhi uski baat sahi lagi, maine shukriya kaha aur phone band kar diya. Khidki par wapas 
dekha to manzar badal chuka tha. Maa sofa se khadi hui thi, thoda chal rahi thi, peeth uski taraf. 

“Gajendra, main yeh aur nahi kar sakti,” uski awaaz toot rahi thi. “Har baar haarne par gunah mujhe 
kha jata hai. Main biwi hoon, maa hoon — apne khandan ko kaise muh dikhaungi? Yeh rishta mujhe 
tukde-tukde kar raha hai. Main khatam karne aayi thi, jaari nahi rakhne.” 

Woh bhi khada hua, peeche aaya, haath uske kandhon par dheere se rakhe. “Shahida meri jaan, main 
tumhara dukh samajhta hoon. Lekin socho — tumhari nek-dili ab bhi chamak rahi hai. 

Tum yahan ho 
kyunki tumhara ek hissa, woh mazboot aur reham-dil aurat jo main jaanta hoon, jaanti hai ki yeh bura 
nahi. Yeh insaani hai. Tumne sab kuchh Hussein ke liye qurbaan kiya. Lekin tumhari khidmat kaun karta
 hai? Mujhe ijazat do.” 

Woh thoda peeche us par jhuk gayi, irada kamzor hota hua. 

“Lekin yeh galat hai… haram. Mujhe lagta hai main do log hoon — ek achhi, ek… gumraah.” “Yeh ladai 
hai, lekin tumhari achhai khatam nahi hui; woh thak gayi hai. Mujhe usse zinda karne do,” usne fisfisaya,
 haath uski baahon par neeche masaj karte hue. Dheere se haath seene par gaye, abaya ke upar se uske
 seene ko pakadte hue. Maa ne saans roki. “Gajendra, ruk jao… humein nahi karna chahiye.” 

“Kyon rukna jo tum chahti ho, Shahida? Tumhara jism sach bol raha hai — dekho kaise jawab de raha 
hai. Tumhe yeh sukoon chahiye, yeh tawajjoh. Inkaar karne se dard aur badhega.” 

Woh phir virodh karti rahi, “Please, nahi… mere deen ko socho, mere imaan ko, mere khandan ko” lekin
 awaaz dheemi thi, jism thoda uske haathon mein jhuk raha tha. Woh masaj jaari rakhe, dheere lekin 
zid ke saath, dilasa dete hue. “Tumhe yeh chahiye kyunki tum maza haqdaar ho, sirf farz nahi. Ek baar 
chhod do.” 

Hunar se usne uski neeli resham ki abaya utari — kandhon se phisalkar zameen par giri, neeche sada 
lekin shaandaar libaas dikha. Main hairan tha ki woh zyada virodh kyon nahi kar rahi; woh khadi rahi,
 ijazat deti hui, aankhein aadhi band, andar ka sangharsh saaf. 

Jab abaya neeche giri, main chaunk gaya — peeli panty aur bra mein, chamkeela rang jo uski haya ke 
khilaf tha. Yeh gharelu andaruni kapde the, jo woh kabhi khule mein nahi pehenti — kya usne yeh uske
 liye chuna tha? 

“Sundar ho, Shahida,” usne peeche hata kar dekha. “Dekha? Yeh tum ho — woh zinda aurat jo chhupi
 thi.” Woh neeche haath se chhupane lagi. “Gajendra, yeh paagalpan hai. Wapas pehna do… main khud
 ko samajh nahi pa rahi. Ek pal bhaagna chahti hoon, doosre mein… ruk jaati hoon. Main aisi kyon hoon?
 Gunah, chahat — sab uljha raha hai.” 

Woh use phir kheench kar paas laaya. “Kyunki tumne apni zarooraton ko bahut der dabaya hai. Main 
zabardasti nahi kar raha; tum khud chun rahi ho. Yaad karo maine tumhare khandan ki kitni madad 
ki? Kya main tumhare bharose ke qaabil nahi? Humara inkaar na-shukri hogi, na?” 

Maa aur shikayat karti rahi, awaaz toot rahi. “Main shikayat isliye karti hoon kyunki main jaanti hoon 
yeh gunah hai. Main samajh nahi pa rahi ki main chali kyon nahi jaati. Dimag cheekh raha hai ruk jao,
 lekin jism… dhoka de raha hai. Main kaisi maa hoon jo shauhar zindagi lad raha hai aur main chupke
 se yahan?” 

“Bilakul — ek maa jo insaan hai, Shahida. Koi kaamil nahi. Mujhe dikhaane do ki yeh theek hai.” Uske
 ilzaam kaam kar gaye; woh chup ho gayi, virodh nahi kiya jab usne gardan par chumban kiya. 

Kunal ki baat ab bilkul sahi lag rahi thi — woh chhinal rooh uski kamzoriyon ko badha rahi thi, achhai 
ko chahat ki lehron ke saamne kamzor kar rahi thi. 

Gajendra ne dheeme se kaha, “Chalo, mujhe bhi utaaro — dikhao ki tum yeh chahti ho.” Maa, jaise
 behoshi mein, uski pant ki taraf haath badhaya, dheere se kholne lagi. Woh khud nahi thi; harkatein
 yantrik lekin utsaahi, aankhon mein woh jinn-zada pan saaf. 

Yeh dekh kar, sharam se, mera jism bhi react kar raha tha — mera lund sakht ho raha tha gusse ke 
bawajood. Main bura beta tha, apni maa ke girne par uttejit, yeh haram chahat mere andhere jazbaat
 ko kheench rahi thi. Pant ke andar dhadak raha tha, khauf aur na-chahi hui chahat ka milaap mujhe
 bechain kar raha tha. 

Woh phir chumban karne laga, gehra, honth uske honthon par daawa karte hue. Maa ne mana nahi 
kiya; jawab diya, haath uske chehre par. Woh sirf safed andaruni kapde aur shirt mein tha, ubhaar
 saaf. Uske haath uski badi gaand par gaye, mazboot gaal masalte hue, apna haq jatate hue. 






Us waqt maa sabse buri aurat aur maa thi — hospital mein abbu bimari se lad rahe the, tube aur 
machine unhe zinda rakhe hue, aur woh doosre mard ke saath josh se chumban kar rahi thi. 
Uska dhoka gehra tha, apne waade chhod kar is josh ke liye, hum sab ko andhere mein chhod kar. 

Achanak woh peeche hati. “Ruko Gajendra… mujhe apne ghar walon ko message karna hai. 
Unhe kehna hai ki main aaj raat ghar nahi aaungi — hospital mein rehungi abbu ke saath.” 

Usne sar hila diya, maze lete hue. “Kar lo.” 

Maa ne kabhi aisa jhooth nahi bola tha; woh hamare ghar ki sachchai ki buniyaad thi, hamesha
 saaf, mujhe sach sikhati thi. Lekin jinn ne usko badal diya, jhooth ko aasaan bana diya, yeh is 
baat ka nishaan tha ki woh kitna gir chuki thi. Usne phone uthaya, jaldi se likha: “Abbu ke saath 
hospital mein reh rahi hoon. Fikar mat karna. Pyar, Maa.” 

Mera phone jeb mein baja — message mila, main hairan dekh raha tha. Ek khula jhooth, thanda 
aur saaf. Gajendra hans pada. 

“Dekha? Tum bhi zaroorat padne par sach mod sakti ho. Tum kisi se kam nahi.” 

Maa chup rahi, phone jeb mein daal diya bina jawab diye. Kyon shikayat nahi ki? Rooh ne uski 
shikayaton ko chup kar diya, uski tasleem par pal rahi thi. 

Baad mein manzar aur tez ho gaya. Maa uske saamne sofa par ghutnon ke bal baithi, haath se 
uski andaruni pant neeche ki. Woh uske lund ko muh mein lene lagi, pehle dheere se honth charon 
taraf lapet kar, phir tez raftaar se. 

Woh dheere choosti rahi, jeebh sir par ghuma rahi, har baar aur gehra le leti. Gaal andar dhans 
rahe the jab woh choos rahi thi, aankhein band, dhyaan se, thook uski lambai par chamak rahi. 

Ek haath se neeche se sehla rahi thi, thoda mud kar, doosra haath uske ande ko pyaar se pakde
 hue. Yeh sab tafseel se, gharelu — beech beech mein neeche se chaat kar phir pura andar leti,
 halka gag karti lekin rukti nahi. 

Shayad iska matlab tha ki chhinal rooh dobara us par qabza mazboot kar rahi thi, jaise Kunal ne
 kaha tha pehli blowjob mein ghus gaya tha. Ab dohra kar uska qabza aur mazboot ho raha tha,
 use aur beqabu bana raha tha. 

Maa: (sirf peeli bra aur panty mein Gajendra ke saamne ghutnon ke bal baithi, haath jaanghon
 par kaamp rahe, nazrein sharam se neeche) Gajendra, please… main yeh phir nahi kar sakti. Yeh
 itna gunah hai. Mera shauhar hospital mein zindagi lad raha hai… main uska kaise dhoka de 
sakti hoon? 

Gajendra: (uske upar khada, pant ki zip kholte hue aur apna sakht hota lund bahar nikaalte hue, 
uske parde wale chehre ki taraf muskurate hue) Arre aao na Shahida, tum pious chhoti randi.
 Pichhli baar hospital ke store room mein tumne ek shikayat bhi nahi ki — ghutno par baith gayi
 jaise achhi chhinal aur mujhe poora choos liya. Ab kholo apna yeh musslim muh aur pooja karo is
 ***** lund ki. Yeh hi to tum chahti ho, hai na? 

Maa: (sir hilaate hue, awaaz kaamp rahi) Nahi, nahi… pichhli baar galti thi, ek pal ki kamzori.
 Turant pachhtaayi thi. Please mujhe mat karwao… yeh mere har imaan ke khilaaf hai. Main maa
 hoon, biwi hoon… ae ,.' mujhe maaf kar… 

Gajendra: (uske veil ko dheere lekin mazbooti se pakadte hue, uska chehra apne dhadakte lund 
ke kareeb laate hue) Pachhtaava? Bakwaas. Tumne har boond nigal li thi jaise gandi cum peene wali 
veili kutiya. Kisi ko bewakoof nahi bana rahi, Shahida. Ab achhi ladki bano aur choosna shuru karo,
 ya main hospital mein tere bimaar shohar ko bata doon ki uski wafadar biwi "visit" ke waqt asal
 mein kya karti hai? 

Maa: (halke se hont kholte hue, sirf agla hissa muh mein lete hue, halke se choosti hui bina gehra 
liye, gaal sharam se laal) Mmm… mujhe yeh buri baatein mat kaho… yeh bahut apmaanjanak hai…
 ahh… please Gajendra, thoda izzat karo… 

Gajendra: (buri tarah hanste hue, thoda dhakka dekar muh mein aur andar dhakel te hue) Ek 
dhokebaaz chhinal ke liye? Tum ghutno par baithi ho sirf andar ke kapdon mein, Shahida, padosi ka
 lund choos rahi ho jab tera shohar machine se juda hai. Kaisi pious musslim karti hai yeh? Choosti 
raho, tum bekaar randi — zubaan zyada use karo, sir ke charon taraf ghumao jaise tum yeh bebas 
kutiya ho. 

Maa: (thoda aur choosti hui, haath anichha se uthakar lund ki jad ragadti hui, lekin poora nahi leti,
 muh mein bolti hui) Mmmph… aur buri baatein mat karo… yeh pehle se hi bahut sharminda kar 
raha hai… mere parivaar ka socho… ohh… 

Gajendra: (dheeme se karahate hue, use ghin se dekhte hue) Sharminda? Achha hai, yahi maqsad hai. 
Zyada zor se ragdo Shahida — lund ko ragdo jab choos rahi ho. Socho tumhare bacche apni mummy 
ko aise dekh lein — peeli bra mein latakte chooche, panty apne hi ras se bheegi hui. Aur tumhara 
bechara shohar? Woh mar jayega yeh jaan kar ki uski imaan waali biwi asal mein lund ki bhookhi
 nakli hai. Ab gehra lo, poora muh mein lo warna main zabardasti dal doonga. 

Maa: (khud ke khilaaf jaate hue bhi maan leti, zyada muh mein leti aur tez ragadti, aankhein 
aansuon se bhari) Mmm… ahh… tum itne zalim kyon ho? Main achhi maa banna chahti hoon… achhi 
biwi… yeh main nahi hoon… 

Gajendra: (dheeme dhakke dete hue, haath uske sir par) Zalim? Main to sach bol raha hoon. Tum 
kabhi achhi maa ya biwi nahi banogi Shahida — iske baad nahi. Ab dheere chooso, neeche wale hisse 
ko zubaan se chhedo. Haan, aise hi. Batao, tumhare mazhab mein kafir ke lund choosne ke baare
 mein kuchh kaha hai? Ya isliye tum ,,., ke peeche chhupti ho, gandi chhoti gunahgaar? 

Maa: (hukm ke mutabiq dheeme karti, zubaan jaise kaha usi tarah chalati, choosne ke beech virodh 
karti) Mmm… mera mazhab pavitrata sikhaata hai… sharam… ohh… main roza rakhti hoon, ,,.,
 padhti hoon… yeh shaitan ka kaam hai… please mere mazhab ka zikr mat karo… 

Gajendra: (muskurate hue, thoda tez dhakke dete hue) Pavitrata? Ha! Ab tez karo, sir ko jhatke do 
jaise ustaad ho. Socho tumhari daadi Zainab ne bhi shayad qasai ke saath yahi kiya hoga — randi ke 
khoon ki baat, sahi? Aur tumhara beta? Shayad usse shak hai ki uski maa randi hai. Gehro, gala tak 
lo, dikhao kitna neeche gir chuki ho. 

Maa: (tez jhatke deti, halka gala tak lete hue khansati, haath abhi bhi ragad raha, aansu beh rahe)
 Gah… mmm… nahi, unhe ismein mat ghasito… yeh bahut zyada hai… ahh… tumhe mujhe aise nanga 
karne mein maza kyon aata hai? 

Gajendra: (khushi se karahate hue, jhadne ke kareeb) Kyunki tum iske layak ho, imaanheen kutiya.
 Haath badlo — ab baaye haath se ragdo, choosne mein zyada zor lagao. Haan… hospital ke visit ke
 baare mein baat karo; kya mujhe choos kar tumhe zinda mehsoos hota hai jab woh mar raha hai? 

Maa: (hukm ke mutabiq haath badalti, choosne mein zor lagati, awaaz dabbi aur minnat bhari) 
Mmmph… visit uske liye hote hain… sahara dene ke liye… ohh… yeh mujhe gunahgaar mehsoos karata 
hai… ganda… 

Gajendra: (tez saans lete hue, use aur mazbooti se pakadte hue) Gunahgaar? Hona chahiye. Main 
jhadne wala hoon Shahida — choosti raho oohhh aaahhhh mat hatna. Ab tum meri personal musslim 
maal nikaalne wali ho. 

Maa: (aankhein dar se phaili, peeche hatne ki koshish lekin haath ne roka, khansati hui jab garam 
jhadan muh mein daalta hai) Mmmph! Nahi… gah… (zor se peeche khinchti, uska maal zameen par
 girata, khansati aur saans leti) Ae Bhagwan… tumne yeh kyon kiya? Main gala tak khansi… har jagah 
bikhar gaya… yeh ghin aata hai… 






Gajendra: (haanfte hue, zameen par bikhere maal ko santusht muskurahat se dekhte hue) Yeh to
 perfect tha, tum besharm chhinal. Dekho khud ko — andar ke kapdon mein ghutno par, thodi si maal
 thodi si daadi par tapak rahi. Tumne champion ki tarah liya Shahida. Itni achhi chhoti randi, chahe
 thoda barbaad kiya. Agli baar sab nigal lena, meri pious pasandida. 

Maine uske muh mein lene ke tareeke mein uske saath kuchh bhoot ka nishaan dekha: pehle virodh
 ke bawajood utavlaapan, jism ka harkat mein aana jaise koi baahri taakat chalaa rahi ho, jaise mahir
 ho. Kyon? Kyunki asli maa sharam se peeche hat jaati; yeh wali ise chahti thi, rooh ne khwahish ko
 badha diya. 

Woh karaha, phir bola, "Pet ke bal let jao Shahida. Mujhe tumhara swaad lene do." 

Woh maan gayi, sofa par pet ke bal let gayi, abhi bhi bra mein. Usne dheere se uski panty utari, bra
 ke alawa poora nanga kar diya. Maa ki choot aur gaand par halke baal the — prakritik tarash, shave 
nahi, kaale ghungarale baal un jagahon ko frame kar rahe the. 

Gajendra muskuraya. "Thoda baal wahan — jungli, jaise tumhare andar wali asli shakhsiyat modest 
chehre ke neeche. Mujhe pasand hai; dikhaata hai tum asli ho." 

Maa sharma gayi. "Mat… yeh sharm ki baat hai." 

Usne gaand ke dono taraf dheere se khola, choot ke hont gulabi aur geele, aur tight gaand ka ched
 dikha. "Mmm, bilkul jaise kal raat. Mujhe tumhari choot bahut pasand aayi — tight, geeli, perfect. 
Yaad hai tum do baar jhadi thi?" 

Maa ne jawab nahi diya, sharma kar, chehra takiye mein daba liya. 






Woh jhuka, choot chaatna shuru kiya — lambi dheemi zubaan ke jhatke choot ke sor par, andar daal
 kar uska ras chakhte hue. Maa pehle dheeme se karahi, 

"Ahh… Gajendra," jism tedha hota hua. Chehre par sukh ki lahar — aankhein jhapakti, hont khule, 
gaal laal. Woh mahir tareeke se chaat raha tha, clit ke charon taraf golai, halke se choosta, phir 
zubaan gehri daalta, haathon se taangein alag pakde hue. 






Woh minnat karti, "Ruko… yeh bahut zyada hai… please," lekin kamar uski taraf hil rahi thi, shabdon
 ke khilaaf. 

Phir woh badla, zubaan gaand ke ched par le gaya. Main hairan — usne zubaan gaand ke ched par 
rakhi, gol gol geele chakkar kate hue. Maa saans roki, "Kya… nahi!" Lekin muh wahan kyon? Wahan 
to tatti nikalne ka ched hai, napak, phir bhi woh maze se kar raha tha, jaise har hisse ka swaad le
 raha ho. 

Yeh baad mein hua, usne hukm diya, “Ab mujh par sawar ho ja, Shahida. Dikha mujhe kitna chahti
 hai tu yeh.” 

Amma ne virodh kiya, uth kar baithi. “Nahi kar sakti… yeh bahut besharmi hai. Main aisi aurat nahi 
hoon. Koi dekh lega to? Aur mera jism… bacche ke baad ab woh pehle jaisa nahi raha.” 

Woh bistar par let gaya jahan woh dono chale gaye the, protsahit karte hue. “Baat mat bana — tu 
bahut khoobsurat hai. Aa, ab tu control le. Bahut maza aayega.” 

Amma jhijhki, phir bra utara, uske bhare hue chooche azad ho gaye, choochiyan sakht ho chuki thi.
 Main chahta tha amma ruk jaye, lekin woh ruk nahi saki — woh jaadu bahut mazboot tha. “Nahi 
karna chahiye… lekin mujhe zaroorat hai,” woh dheeme se boli aur uske upar chadh gayi. 

Gajendra: (bistar par let kar, haath uski kamar par jab woh us par sawar hai, uska mota lund uski
 geeli chut ke andar gehra dhansa hua) Mmm, yahi hai, Shahida. Ab mujh par sawar ho ja jaise woh
 chhinal ban gayi hai tu. Tera yeh nek _ jism mere ***** lund ke charon taraf kitna achha
 lapet raha hai. 

Amma: (sirf bra mein nangi, dheere dheere upar neeche hone lagi, chehra sharam aur josh se laal,
 peeche haath le ja kar bra khol di aur girne di, poore bharpoor chooche khul gaye) Aahhh… oohhh
… Gajendra, yeh kitna gunah hai… tune mujhe itni buri aurat bana diya… oohhh… 

Gajendra: (uske nange choochon ko dekh kar aankhein phaili, muskurate hue haath badha kar unhe 
zor se dabaya) Dekh yeh bade bade _ chooche, Shahida. Itne bade aur uchalte hue, jaise
 koi aur mard unhe doodh nikaalne ko tadpa raha ho jo tera shauhar nahi. Tujhe sharam aani chahiye,
 aise randi ki tarah dikha rahi hai. 

Amma: (karah aur virodh ke beech cheekhte hue, jism uska dhoka de raha, aur zor se neeche dhakel 
rahi) Aaahhh! Nahi… aisa mat bol… oohhh… lekin kitne sensitive lag rahe hain… mmm… 

Gajendra: (shararati muskurahat ke saath, choochiyon ki choochiyan masalte hue) Yeh chooche bilkul
 perfect hain, pata hai? Sakht lekin naram, woh kaale nipple mere liye sakht ho rahe hain. Tera 
shauhar ne shayad kabhi inhe aise qadar nahi ki, kya? Kitna barbaad kiya ek wafadar biwi par — ab 
yeh mere hain sharam dene aur maze lene ke liye. 

Amma: (zor se karah karte hue, kamar dheere gol gol ghuma rahi) Oohhh… ya ,.'… tune mujhe 
bigaad diya, Gajendra… main nek aurat thi, sharmili aur paak… aahhh… ab dekh mujhe, aise tere
 upar sawar… please, tu hilna mat… mujhe khud control karne de… main khud hilungi… 

Gajendra: (hans kar, upar dhakka marne ki koshish lekin ruk gaya jab usne thoda daba diya) Aaj itni
 dheemi kyon, Shahida? Kal tu mere lund par jaanwar ki tarah uchhal rahi thi, aur zyada maang 
rahi thi. Woh besharam chhinal kahan gayi? 

Amma: (saansein tez, dheemi dheemi tease karte hue upar neeche) Aahhh… kyonki… oohhh… mera 
shauhar hospital mein hai… aaj aur zyada galat lag raha hai… mmm… aur pehle baar se dard ho
 raha hai… lekin ruk nahi sakti… please, mujhe dheere jaane de… 

Gajendra: (sir hila kar, haath uske jism par phirte hue) Kunwari ki tarah dheemi? Pehli baar jab
 tujhe abaya mein dekha tha, pados mein chupke ,,., padhte hue, kabhi socha nahi tha tu aisi
 lund ki bhookhi chhinal ban jayegi. Kaun jaanta tha parde ke neeche ek aurat chhupi thi jo apne 
bimaar shauhar se dhoka dene ko tadap rahi thi? 

Amma: (siskari lete hue, khud ko rok nahi pa rahi, tez hone lagi, chut uske charon taraf kas rahi)
 Oohhh… iske baare mein mat bol… aahhh… mujhe meri pehli wali yaad mat dila… yeh bahut 
sharmindagi hai… mmm… 

Gajendra: (dheere upar dhakka marte hue uske tez rhythm se match karte, mazak udate hue
 tareef) Ab baat bani, tez kar — achhi ladki, Shahida. Tu kitni gandi munafiq hai, lekin teri chut 
kitni tight aur geeli hai, jaise gunah ke liye bani ho. Aur dekh yeh chooche har uchaal ke saath 
hil rahe hain… kitne jaadui, jaise sharam ke latke. 






Amma: (tez sawar hone lagi, chooche zor zor se uchal rahe, beqabu karah rahi) Aaahhh! Oohhh…
 mujhe aise mat dekho… please Gajendra… aankhein pher le… mmm… 

Gajendra: (ghoor kar, haath uske uchalte choochon ko pakad kar) Kyon, Shahida? Dar lag raha hai
 ki main asli tujhe dekh loon? Woh sharmili _ maa jo har pal ek doosre mard ke saath maze
 le rahi hai? 

Amma: (chehra laal, sharam se aankhein churata, lekin kamar aur zor se neeche maar rahi) Oohhh…
 haan… bahut sharm ki baat hai… aahhh… main aise nahi dikhne wali… nangi, apne shauhar ke ilawa 
mard ke saath… ya Rabb, mujhe maaf kar… 

Gajendra: (hans kar, jism ki tareef karte hue rooh ko sharminda) Lekin kaise na dekhoon? Tere 
curves to khuda ki den hain — yeh gaand mere upar thap thap kar rahi, teri chut kitni lalchi. 
Tu paidaishi randi hai, Shahida, chahe tera mazhab kuchh bhi kahe. Soch teri family tujhe aaj dekh
 le, paseene aur josh mein doobi hui. 

Amma: (gehri karah lete hue, rhythm mein khoyi) Aahhh… aise shabd mat bol… oohhh… dil ko chot 
lagti hai… lekin kitna achha lag raha hai… 

(Achanak, side table par uska phone bajne laga, caller ID par “Shauhar” — abbu hospital se call kar 
rahe the) 

Amma: (thoda dheema hokar, phone ki taraf dekhte hue ghabra kar) Oh nahi… mera shauhar hai…
 aahhh… main uthaungi… shayad use meri zaroorat ho… 

Gajendra: (uski kamar pakad kar zor se, rukne na dete hue) Mat utha, Shahida. Sawar hoti reh. 
Us buddhe ko hospital ke bistar par akela marne de. Abhi tu meri hai. 

Amma: (virodh karte hue, lekin dheere dheere uske lund par hilti rahi) Nahi… oohhh… main aisa
 nahi kar sakti… woh bimaar hai… aahhh… please, uthane de… kya pata zaroori ho? 






Gajendra: (sakht awaaz mein hukm dete hue, zor se upar dhakke marne laga) Maine kaha nahi! 
Ab tu uski wafadar biwi nahi — meri chhinal hai. Theek se sawar ho, warna cheekh itni zor se
 nikaalunga ki agar tune uthaya to woh sun lega. 

Amma: (saans rukte hue jab woh andar hil raha, phone abhi bhi baj raha) Aaahhh! Theek hai… 
oohhh… nahi uthaungi… mmm… lekin yeh kitna zalimana hai… ya ,.'… 

Gajendra: (be-rukawat upar dhakke marte hue, aur sharminda karte) Achha faisla, Shahida.
 Mehsoos kar raha hai? Mera lund tujhe apna bana raha hai jab tera shauhar bekaar call kar raha 
hai. Tu gunah ko us par tarjih de rahi hai — kitni nek _ maa hai tu. 

Amma: (zor se karah karte hue, josh gunah par jeet gaya, tez sawar shuru, phone background 
mein bajta raha) Oohhh… aahhh… abhi bhi baj raha hai… lekin… mmm… ab ruk nahi sakti… tune
 mujhe itna kamzor kar diya… 

Gajendra: (jeet ke muskurate hue, haath se gaand par halka thappad) Bilku sahi, uchalti reh. Teri
 chut ab aur geeli ho gayi — maan le, usko ignore karne ka maza tujhe aur josh de raha hai. Tera 
imam yeh haram sawari dekh kar kya kahega? 

Amma: (karahon ke beech siskari lete hue, aansu aur josh ke) Aaahhh… woh mujhe gunahgaar
 kahega… oohhh… lekin rukna mat… nahi, matlab… mmm… yeh mujhe andar se barbaad kar raha 
hai… 

(Phone aakhir ruk gaya, voicemail chala gaya, lekin Gajendra dhakke marte raha, sharm ko 
lamba kheench kar) 

Gajendra: (mazak udate hue tareef karte) Dekha? Woh haar gaya, jaise tu apni paakizaagi haar
 gayi. Tere chooche gunah ke saath hilte hue aur bhi achhe lag rahe hain — chalti reh, meri
 chhoti '. baghawati. 

Usne lund andar daalne se pehle jhuk kar chumban kiya, dheeme se boli, “Naram rehna… mujhe 
dar lag raha hai.” Woh protsahit kiya, “Tu hi control mein hai — mehsoos kar kitna sakht hoon
 tere liye.” 

Uska lund bada tha — mota aur nasen bhara, dhadak raha tha jab usne haath mein liya. Dheere
 se apni geeli ched par lagaya, sir dab gaya. Andar jaate hi woh cheekhi, “Ahh! Kitna bada hai!” 
Inch inch neeche baithi. 

Baat chalti rahi: “Aaj tera lund itna bada kyon hai?” woh saans lete hue boli, adjust karne mein
 mushkil. Gajendra ne mazak mein sharminda kiya, “Shahida, ‘lund’ aise bol rahi hai? Itna ganda
 shabd ek sharif aurat se? Lekin mujhe pasand hai — asli tujhe dikhata hai.” 

Poora andar gaya geele slip ke saath, uski chut uske charon taraf khinch gayi. Woh ruk gayi, 
adjust kiya, phir khud hilne lagi — pehle dheeme gol gol, phir rhythm mein uchalne lagi, 
chooche hil rahe, kamre mein karahen bhar gayi. 

Us pal woh poora kabza ho chuka tha, jism rhythm mein khoya, raat gehre gunahon mein badhti 
gayi. Main wahan khada tha aur mutth maarne laga. 




 

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