[पिता की प्यारी]

bahut badhiya ek mast zabardast kahaani

[Deepak_bull]

CHAPTER 17



Kya main ek besharm beta hoon? Kyun mujhe apni mom ko zaleel
hote dekh kar maza aa raha hai?



Uski gaand mein dard bahut tez hoga; main dekh sakta tha uske jism ke tense hone se, peeth thodi 
si uthi hui jab woh tease kar raha tha. Pehle jab usne pehli baar andar daala tha, woh cheekh uthi thi, 
"Aahhh! Dard ho raha hai... bahut bada hai, Gajendra, please dheere karo!" 

Uska sphincter, jo aise ghusne ke aadi nahi tha—Abbu saalon se bimaar the, aur usse pehle bhi unka 
rishta sada aur izzat wala tha—uski motai ke charon taraf dard se khinch gaya tha, muscles tez 
chubhan ke saath virodh kar rahe the jo neeche ke jism mein fail rahi thi. 

Ab jab woh dobara andar jaane wala tha, dard abhi bhi baaki tha, ek jalan bhari khichav jo uski 
jaanghon ko kaanp rahi thi. "Teri gaand kitni achhi tarah hil rahi hai, Shahida," 

Gajendra bola, awaaz 
mein mazak bhara hua jab usne uski gaand par halka sa thappad maara, dekh raha tha ki gosht talab 
ki tarah lehra raha hai. "Mere liye hilao isko—ise Musslim gaand ko hilao jaise sach mein chahti ho.
 Dikhao kitna chahti ho yeh, chahe muh se na bhi kaho." 

Ammi jhijhki, saans ruk gayi, lekin uski hukm bhari nazar ke neeche woh maan gayi, kamar idhar udhar
 hilane lagi, gaand ke dono hisse gol gol ghum rahe the jo gosht ko naram naram uchal rahe the. 

"Aise?" usne sharmaate hue poocha, awaaz chhoti si, aur main dil doobte hue samajh gaya ki woh 
poori tarah uske qabze mein thi—meri mazboot, deendar Ammi, uske har ishaare par chal rahi thi. 
Usne khud se hilana shuru kar diya bina aur kehne ke, yeh bahut kuchh bol raha tha; usne usmein
 kuchh toot diya tha, virodh ko majboori mein badal diya tha. 






"Haan, bilkul aise," usne mazak mein tareef ki, haath se ek aur thappad maara—is baar zyada zor se—
jisse uske honthon se tez "Oohh!" nikla, jism aage ko jhatka khaya. Usne be-rehmi se sharminda kiya,
 uske imaan aur wafadari par teer chalaye. 

"Dekho apne aap ko, Shahida—ek achhi Musslim biwi, roz
 paanch waqt ,,., padhti hai, bahar sar dhakhti hai, lekin yahan Hiindu mard ke liye gaand hila rahi
 hai. Tumhara imam kya kahega? Ya tumhara bimaar shohar Hussein, jo hospital ke bistar par pada hai
 jab tum uske saath dhoka kar rahi ho? 

Munafiq ho na? Beta ko paak hone ki taleem deti ho, lekin us 
mard ke liye taangein faila rahi ho jisne shohar ke hospital bill bhare. Bada gunah hai yeh—sabse bura
 zina, doosre mazhab se adultery. Tumne apna deen maila kar diya, aur kis liye? Kuchh rupaye aur ek 
sakht lund ke liye?" 

Usne ek ek kar ke uski munafiqat nikaali, shabd chhuri jaise the, aur apne zulm bhare mod daale. "Yaad
 hai jab pehli mulaqat mein halal haram ki baat ki thi? Kaha tha kabhi non-Musslim ko haath nahi
 lagaungi. Lekin ab teri gaand mujhe purane dost ki tarah swagat kar rahi hai. Aur woh Ramzan ka 
rozah jo tune rakha lekin mujhe chori chori dekhti rahi—munafiq! Ya woh veil jo itni sharam se 
pehenti ho, lekin andar se mere liye geeli ho jati ho. Bada gunah, Shahida—tera Khuda sab dekh raha 
hai, aur woh tujhe randi ki tarah hilte dekh raha hai." 

Ek aur thappad uski gaand par pada, awaaz tez goonji, aur woh cheekhi, "Aahhh! Please, itna zor se 
nahi!" Uski chamdi uske haath ke neeche laal ho gayi, chubhan sharmindagi mein izafa kar rahi thi. 
Woh yahin nahi ruka; usne uske badboo wale padne par bhi sharminda kiya, jo pehli ghusai ke dauran
 nikal gaye the. 

"Tere yeh pad, Shahida—tez badboo wale, jaise sadey ande curry ke saath mile hue. Kya Musslim auraton
 ke andar se aisi boo aati hai? Ghin aati hai, lekin mujhe garam kar deti hai. Phir se pad kar dikha—
nikal de, dikha apni asli gandagi." Aur aur gehra karne ke liye, usne maa hone ki shaan par mazak 
udaya: 

"Tune bete ko auraton ki izzat sikhayi, lekin yahan mujhe tujhe kachre ki tarah treat karne de 
rahi hai. Kaisa namuna hai tu? Munafiq maa, gunahgaar biwi." 

Ammi: (zor se cheekhte hue jab Gajendra uski tight gaand mein dhakka maarta hai, jism chaar haathon
 par tense aur kaanpte hue, veil aansuon bhare chehre par girta hua) Ruko! Gajendra, meri gaand 
chodna band karo! Dard ho raha hai... ahhh! Achha nahi lag raha... please, bahar nikaalo! Yeh bahut 
zyada hai... oh Khuda, nahi! 

Gajendra: (har gehre dhakke ke saath garajte hue, kamar ko mazboot pakde rakhta hua) Ab rukna 
chahti ho, Shahida? Tum mahinon pehle yeh chakkar khatam kar sakti thi, pata hai na. Lekin nahi, tu 
baar baar wapas aati rahi, jaise koi beqarar chhinal. Ab dekho apne aap ko, apna ghar tukde tukde kar 
rahi ho. 






Ammi: (daant pees kar chillate hue, peeche dhakelne ki koshish karti lekin jism majboori se karah raha
 hai) Aaaah! Maine kaha ruk jao! Tu mujhe barbaad kar raha hai... mmm... mera bechara shohar... 
woh hospital mein hai meri wajah se stress ki... ohhh, nahi! 

Gajendra: (zor se dhakke maarte hue, awaaz mazak se tapakti hui) Barbaad kar raha hoon? Tu ne usko
 barbaad kiya hai, Shahida. Bimaar shohar ke saath dhoka, padosi jaise mujhse chudwati rahi jab woh 
zindagi ke liye lad raha tha. Kya tujhe lagta hai tere jhooth aur raaz ne usko nahi toda? Tu apne ghar 
mein hi ghar todne wali hai, bacchon ko sharminda karti hai, apne imaan ko—sab kuchh is lund ke liye 
jo teri gaand mein hai. 

Ammi: (zor se cheekhte hue, muh par mutthiyan maarte hue dard aur gusse mein) Chup kar! Ahhh!
 Sach nahi hai... mera irada nahi tha... lekin... oh Khuda, shayad sach hai... maine sab barbaad kar
 diya... mmm... jaldi khatam kar, Gajendra! Jaldi kar taaki main ghar jaa kar yeh sab bhool jaaun... 
jaldi kar, harami! 

Gajendra: (buri tarah hanste hue, raftaar dheemi karke uska dukh badhata hua) Bhool jaana? Gunah 
ko bhool nahi sakti tu, gandi Musslim randi. Abhi teri gaand mere lund ko kas kar pakad rahi hai—agar 
nafrat hai to itna zor se kyon pakad rahi hai? Maan le, teri gaand is haram dhakke se pyaar karti hai. 

Ammi: (gusse se karahate hue, awaaz gusse aur na-chahte hue maze mein, jism virodh ke bawajood 
uth raha hai) Nahi... mmm... maza nahi aa raha! Yeh mat poochho... ahh... bas... ho raha hai... please,
 aur sharminda mat karo... ohhh! 

Gajendra: (phir tez karte hue, gaand par halka thappad maarke zor deta hua) To teri gaand mujhe vice 
ki tarah kyon pakad rahi hai? Bata, Shahida, kisi aur ne kabhi is gandi ched ko khincha hai? Ya sirf main
 hi teri paak peeche wali darwaze ko maila kar raha hoon? Tu gunahgaar hai na? Apne bechare shohar
 se pyar par sawaal uth raha hai—kya woh jaanta hai uski biwi ab gaand ki randi ban gayi hai? 

Ammi: (roti hui, cheekhen ab mayoos siskiyon mein badal rahi) Ahhh... haan, main gunahgaar hoon...
 mmm... main apne shohar se pyar karti hoon, lekin... oh Khuda, main yeh kyon kar rahi hoon? Mujhe
 jawab mat dilwao... bas ruk jao... nahi, matlab jaldi kar! 

Gajendra: (gehra dhakka dete hue, sakhti se maangta hua) Meri wajah se gaand kas, Shahida. Kar—
dikha kitna chhupa chhupa kar yeh sharmindagi chahti hai. Zor se kas, munafiq. 

Ammi: (jhijhakte hue lekin maan kar, gaand ke muscles ko uske lund ke charon taraf kas rahi hai gusse
 ke bawajood, majboori se karah rahi) Mmm... theek hai... ahh... lo, kar diya... ab khatam kar, tu 
monster! Yeh bahut galat hai... ohhh... 

Gajendra: (maze se garajte hue jab tight kas mehsoos karta hai, phir hawa ko soonghte hue mazak 
mein) Haan, yeh kas mehsoos ho raha hai—teri gaand mere lund ko gale laga rahi hai jaise kabhi 
chhodna nahi chahti. Lekin ruk... (ruk kar jab chhota sa pad nikal jata hai) Haha, abhi abhi mere lund
 par pad kiya? Dekho—teri be-qaboo pad aur be-qaboo lust ek saath. Gaand marte hue gas bhi nahi 
rok sakti, gandi, be-imaan kutiya. Shayad tere shohar ne kabhi teri badboo wali nikalne wali cheezon
 ka saamna nahi kiya. 






Ammi: (chehra sharam se jalte hue, sharminda gusse mein chillate hue karah rahi) Ahhh! aaaoohhh 
oohhh Gajendhraaa!! Us baat par chup kar... mmm... pehle se hi bahut sharmindagi hai bina tu bole! 
Haan, main barbaad hoon... lust mein doobi hui ghar barbaad karne wali... bas jaldi jhad ja taaki main
 maafi maangne ke liye ,,., pad sakoon... ohhh, aur nahi! 

Gajendra: (be-rehmi se dhakke maarte hue, sharminda karte hue) ,,.,? Gaand marte hue suar ki
 tarah padne ke baad? Teri lust utni hi be-qaboo hai jitni teri aantrein, Shahida. Soch jab ghar jayegi
 bacche teri gunah ki boo soonghenge—gaand chudai aur dhoke ki boo. Phir se kyon kas rahi hai agar
 poori randi nahi hai? Maan le tu khud ko mere liye barbaad karne se pyar karti hai. 

Ammi: (toot kar, aansuon mein gusse se karah rahi) Mmm... kyonki... ahh... shayad main gunahgaar 
hoon... main tujhse nafrat karti hoon iske liye... lekin jaldi kar, please... mera ghar intezaar kar raha 
hai... oh Khuda, main kya ban gayi hoon? 

Ammi dard se cheekhi, "Oohh! Aahhh, bahut gehra! Jalan ho rahi hai!" Ghusai ne use poora bhar diya, 
aantrein achanak bharpur hone se virodh kar rahi thi, ragad ki garmi ne nerves ko jaga diya jo use 
pata bhi nahi the. 

"Teri gaand kitni garam aur naram hai, Shahida—jaise resham mein lapeta hua bhatthi," woh garjta 
hua bola, kamar dheemi raftaar se hilane laga. "Tight bhi—pehle kabhi yahan choda nahi gaya na? 
Maine bahut auraton ko choda hai, lekin Musslim ki gaand mein nahi. Bahut ilaahi lag raha hai, jaise 
manaa kiya ilaaka fateh kar raha hoon. Tera mazhab isko mana karta hai na? Gaand marna, haram—
lekin tu isse pyar kar rahi hai na?" 






Usne apna dabdaba aur dikhaaya, dhakke ke beech poochha. "Apne kamzor shohar ko talaq de de, 
Shahida—tu apni izzat kho chuki hai. Poori tarah meri ho ja; main tera khayal rakhunga, bill sab. Itne 
gunah wale rishte se kyon chipki hui hai?" 

Aur ek cheez jod kar, "Apne bete ke baare mein soch—kya woh jaanta hai uski Ammi randi ban gayi 
hai? Hussein ko talaq de, warna main community ko sab bata dunga humare baare mein." 

Main andhere mein muth maar raha tha, haath tez tez chal raha tha, mujhmein izzat ya sharam ka 
naam o nishaan nahi bacha. Kyon main isse garam ho raha tha? Meri apni Ammi ki beizzati, aur main 
uski karahon ke taal par haath chala raha tha—sharmnaak, ghinona, lekin garmi ruk nahi rahi thi. 

Ammi ne sakhti se inkaar kiya, awaaz saanson ke beech toot rahi thi. "Kabhi nahi! Main Hussein ko 
kabhi talaq nahi doongi—woh mera shohar hai, mere bacche ka baap. Yeh... yeh galti hai, Gajendra.
 Ab ruk jao ya jaldi khatam karo—main aur nahi seh sakti." 

Lekin woh hansta hua zor se dhakka maarta raha. "Tu khud se jhooth bol rahi hai, Shahida. Tera
 jism dhoka de raha hai—mehsoos kar kitni geeli hai tu? Tu rukne ki minnat karti hai, lekin teri gaand
 aur chahti hai. Jhoothi, munafiq—buri Musslim randi. Tujhe gunahon ki saza milni chahiye, apne 
mazhab se dhoka, ghar se dhoka. Le jaise randi hai tu." Woh minnat jari rakhi, bechaini mein lambi 
minnatein: 

"Gajendra, please, rehem kar—jaldi khatam kar, main minnat karti hoon. Meri gaand bahut dard kar
 rahi hai; yeh mujhe cheer rahi hai. ,.' ka soch—nahi, insaaf ka soch. Ruk jao, ya kam se kam 
naram raho. Main zyada der nahi tik sakti." 

Ab woh jhadne wala tha, raftaar tez jaise engine mein piston, be-rehmi se thok raha tha, bistar zor
 se cheekh raha tha, uski gaand ke hisse uski jaanghon se rhythmic thappad kha rahe the. 

Is dauran paseena unke jism se beh raha tha, sex aur musk ki boo mil rahi thi; Ammi ki karahen badh
 rahi thi, "Aahhh! Oohh, bahut tez!" uske garajne ke saath mil rahi thi. Uske chhatiyan tezi se hil rahi
 thi, choochiyan chadar ko chhoo rahi thi, aur ungliyan kapde ko zor se pakde hue thi. 

Gajendra: (apna mota lund dheere se uski tight gaand mein dhakel raha hai, use stretch karte hue 
jab woh neeche wince kar rahi hai, abaya kamar ke charon taraf chadhi hui) Mmm, yahi hai, 
Shahida... teri kunwaari Musslim gaand aakhir meri ho gayi. Lagbhag ek ghanta se is tatti wale ched 
ko thok raha hoon, aur tu abhi bhi chhoti veili ki tarah kas rahi hai. Mehsoos kar raha hai? Har
 dhakka aur gehra us jagah mein jahan se teri gandagi nikalti hai. 






Ammi: (tez saans lete hue, jism kaamp raha hai, chadar ko zor se pakde, veil ke neeche chehre
 par aansu beh rahe) Aahhh… nahi, Gajendra… bahut dard ho raha hai… ohhh… bas karo yeh… 
yeh ghalat hai… ya ,.', mere gunah maaf kar… mmm… mera mazhab is gandagi ko mana karta 
hai… 

Gajendra: (zor zor se dhakke maarte hue, rhythm banate hue, paseena uski peeth par tapak raha) 
Ghalat? Tera jism to isse pyar kar raha hai, tu munafiq aurat. Dekh, tu garam kutiya ki tarah karah 
rahi hai. Aur oh, ruk — (aadha bahar nikaal kar apne lund ko dekhte hue, muskurate hue) yeh kya 
bhuri lakeer hai mere lund par? Tune mere liye chocolate bana diya, Shahida. Tu jaanti hai yeh kya 
hai? 

Ammi: (bhari saans lete hue, chehra sharam se laal, nazar hataane ki koshish) K-kya? Chocolate? 
Main… main nahi jaanti… aah… bas karo… yeh pehle se hi bahut sharmindagi hai… oh ,.'… 

Gajendra: (andhere mein hanste hue, lund ko uske chehre ke paas le jaate hue jabki abhi bhi thoda
 andar) Haha, tu bewakoof nek chhinal. Yeh teri tatti hai, Shahida. Tune meri gaand chudai ke waqt 
thodi tatti kar di mere lund par. Rok nahi paayi na? Saara halal khana ab Hiindu ke lund par bhuri 
daag ban gaya. 

Ammi: (dar se sisak kar, ek haath se muh dhak kar) Oh nahi… maaf karna Gajendra… yeh bahut 
ghinoni hai… aahhh… maine jaan bujh kar nahi kiya… maaf kar do… mmm… yeh bahut sharm ki 
baat hai… bas karo, main minnat karti hoon… 

Gajendra: (zor se wapas andar dhakel kar, usi 'chocolate' ko lubrication ki tarah istemaal karte hue, 
uski ched ke charon taraf failaate hue) Maaf karun? Teri jaanwar jaisi tatti mere upar girane ke liye? 
Tu maafi maang rahi hai, lekin teri gaand ab aur zor se pakad rahi hai. Shart lagaun tera shohar ne
 kabhi tujhe sex ke dauran tatti karte nahi dekha — oh ruk, usne yeh ched chhua hi nahi tha na? 
Ab dekh, ek nek _ ammi apni tatti se mere lund ko saja rahi hai. Yeh boo teri izzat ke 
marne ki hai na? 

Ammi: (woh dhakke jaari rakhte hue be-ikhtiyar karah rahi, awaaz rone se toot rahi) Mmm… nahi…
 aisa mat kaho… yeh mujhe barbaad kar raha hai… aah… meri nekii… main kabhi itni zaleel nahi 
hui… rehem karo meri rooh par… 





Gajendra: (tez karte hue, ungli par thoda sa daag le kar uske naak ke paas hilate hue) Rehem?
 Soongh yeh, Shahida — yeh teri tatti hai, tere pak jism se taaza. Wahi gaand jo tu wuzu ke liye
 dhoti hai, ab mere lund ko bhura rang de rahi hai. Soch Maghrib ki ,,., is boo ke saath. Tu
 imaan wali aurat nahi; tu kafiron ke liye tatti karne wala toilet hai. 

Ammi: (sir palat kar, thoda ubak kar lekin dhakke se karah rahi) Ohhh… mat hilao… yeh gandi hai
… ya Rabb, mujhe bacha… mmm… main bahut gandi mehsoos kar rahi hoon… yeh ., ke 
khilaf hai… aah… janwar bhi aisa nahi karte… 

Gajendra: (hanste hue, daag ko uski andaruni raan par ponchhte hue, aur gehre aur zor se 
dhakke) Tu hi to paida karti hai, tu gandi munafiq. Yeh 'chocolate' sabit karta hai niqab ke 
neeche tu sirf ek insani naali hai. Soch tere bacche kya ultiyan kar denge agar unhe pata chale 
ammi ki gaand haram chudai mein tatti leak karti hai. Yeh kaisi family izzat hai? 

Ammi: (jism kaamp raha, fisfisahat cheekh mein badal rahi) Aahhh… ab sharmindagi mat karo… 
mera rooh toot raha hai… please Gajendra… mere bacchon ka socho… ohhh… yeh zillat bardasht 
nahi hoti… 

Gajendra: (tez dheere karte hue tease kar, bahar nikaal kar phir mess dikhate hue) Bardasht nahi?
 Accha. Saaf chaat le agar baat band karwani hai. Nahi? To wapas le — (poora zor se uski gaand 
mein daal kar, karah kar) Aah, haan… teri tatti wali gaand ab aur mazedar lag rahi hai. Ek ghante 
se edging kar raha hoon, Shahida. Jaldi hi jhadne wala hoon. Tu chahti hai na? Apni tatti wali 
ched mein mera paani bharna. 

Ammi: (naram cheekh kar jab woh tez karta hai, kamar be-ikhtiyar hil rahi) Nahi… aahhh… andar 
mat jhadna… yeh haram hai… mmm… nahi… 

Gajendra: (aur zor se chudai, bistar zor se cheekh raha, balls us par thap thap) Chup kar aur 
maang, tu gandi _ kutiya. Bol mujhe teri gaand mein jhadne ko. Randi ki tarah bol — 
maang ki main teri tatti wali ched ko garam paani se bhar doon. Teri nek zindagi mein sabse 
gandi cheez kya chahti thi? 






Ammi: (zor se karah rahi, virodh toot raha hai tezi ke neeche, awaaz bhaari) Ohhh… please nahi
… lekin… aah… meri gaand mein jhad jao Gajendra… is gandi _ ched ko apne paani se
 bhar do… mmm… main hamesha chupke se chahti thi kafir ka paani apni manaa jagahon mein…
 maaf karna… 

Gajendra: (ab pagalpan se dhakke, har maar ke saath karah kar) Haan, aur maang! Yeh kiski gaand 
hai? Kaun abhi teri tatti wali nek jism ka maalik hai? Aur ganda bol — bata Quran tujhe is pyar se
 nahi bacha sakta. 

Ammi: (khushi aur sharam mein cheekhte hue, aansu beh rahe) Aahhh… yeh teri gaand hai Gajendra
… tu is tatti wali _ jism ka maalik hai… mmm… Quran mujhe rok nahi sakta tere paani ki
 khwahish se meri haram ched mein… ohhh… gehre bhar do… 

Gajendra: (zor se karah kar, jism tight hote hue climax ke paas, bina ruke maarte hue) Fuck haan,
 tu dhoka dene wali kutiya! Aa raha hai… GRRRAAAHHH! (uski gaand ke andar phoot pada, garam 
paani ki dhaar gehre andar, kamar zor se hilti hui) AAARRRGGGHHH! Sab le le, tu pak cumdump! 

Ammi: (paani ke sailab mein karah rahi, jism hil raha, lekin fisfisahat mein dua) Mmm… oh … 
aahhh… bahut zyada hai… ya Rabb… 

Gajendra: (dheere bahar nikaalte hue, paani leak ho raha stretched ched se pehle ke mess ke saath, 
zor se gaand par thappad) Dekh — teri gaand ab creamy tatti wala mess hai, Shahida. Tera ,.'
 apni nek beti par sharminda hai, padosi ne poop chute mein creampie kar diya. Tu ab _ 
nahi; tu mera personal toilet randi hai. Kaisa lag raha hai, jaante hue teri duaen bekaar hain jab 
mera paani tapak raha hai? 

Ammi: (bistar par gir kar, dheeme rone lagi, abaya neeche kheench kar) Aah… nahi… yeh sharam
… main nahi… ohhh… please chhod do mujhe… mera imaan toot gaya… 

Gajendra: (lund ko uske veil par ponchhte hue, upar se muskurate hue) Toot gaya? Accha. Ab ja 
,,., padh mere paani ke saath gaand mein — dekh tera ,.' aisi tatti daag wali randi ki dua 
sunta hai ya nahi. Agli baar main tujhe 'chocolate' khilaunga mere se. Tu barbaad ho gayi Shahida, 
aur tu har pal se ishq karti thi. 

Woh garaj kar jhad gaya, jism kaamp raha jab garam dhaar uski aant mein bhar gayi, ehsaas jaise
 andar garam aag ka paani bhar raha ho. Ammi ki reaction shock aur be-ikhtiyar maza thi: "Oh, 
main mehsoos kar rahi hoon… tera paani meri aant mein, itna garam, mujhe bhar raha hai. Aahhh!
 Yeh… yeh bahut zyada hai!" 






Unki baat-cheet aftermath mein chal rahi thi: "Shahida, teri gaand, jo tatti nikaalne ke liye bani hai, 
ab meri sperm le rahi hai — jaise fitrat ko ulta kar diya. Ganda hai na? Mera Hiindu beej teri Musslim
 gehraaiyon mein — kaisa lag raha hai, randi?" 

Ammi saans lete hue boli, apne ehsaas bayan karte hue: "Ajeeb lag raha hai, Gajendra — meri 
aantrein bhari hui hain, hil rahi hain, jaise dabav badh raha ho. Garam aur chipchipa, har jagah tapak 
raha hai. Please, ab apna lund nikaal lo — main minnat karti hoon, mujhe toilet jaana hai, yeh mujhe 
marod de raha hai." 

Woh uski peeth par gir pada, uska wazan use neeche daba raha tha, saans tez tez. "Accha lag raha 
hai na? Teri aankhon mein woh sukoon — tu bhi jhad gayi, gaand se, tu gandi Musslim chhinal." 

Ammi inkaar karne lagi, lekin sach tha; ek halki si kampan uske jism mein daud gayi thi, ek manaa 
hua jhadna. "Nahi, main nahi jhadi! Yeh dard hai, maza nahi. Mujh par se utar — please, toilet, main 
rok nahi sakti." 

Lekin usne notice kiya, mazak udate hue: "Jhoothi phir se — tera jism kaampa, teri karahen badli hui
 thi. Maan le, Shahida — tune meri cum apni gaand mein enjoy ki. Minnat kar le jitna chahe, lekin tu 
ne saza pasand ki." 

Aakhirkaar, usne apna lund dheere se nikaala, aur sperm ki dhaar ke saath thodi si uski tatti bed par 
tapak padi, silk chadar par ganda daag bana kar. Kyon thodi tatti nikal aayi? Kyonki usne kabhi gaand 
nahi marwayi thi — uska sphincter trained nahi tha, ghusne se cheezein dheeli ho gayin, aur cum ne 
lubricant ki tarah kaam kiya, jo andar tha use bahar dhakel diya. Dabav, anokhi bharaai, sab ne mil 
kar uski aantrein ko bahar nikaalne par majboor kiya. 

Gajendra: (apna lund uski tight gaand se geeli chatak ke saath nikaalte hue, dekhte hue ki moti dhaar 
uski cum ke saath uski tatti ki lakeerein bed sheet par tapak rahi hain, brown aur white daag bana 
rahi hain) Oh harami, dekh yeh gandagi, Shahida! Teri pavitra Musslim gaand ek ganda jwalamukhi ki 
tarah phat padi. Sperm aur tatti har jagah — ghin aati hai! 

Ammi: (aankhein dar se phaili hui, garam chipchipi mishran ko apni faili gaand se tapakte mehsoos 
karte hue, jism sharm aur sadme se kaamp raha) Ooh nahi… he Bhagwan, maine kya kar diya? 
Gajendra, main bahut maafi maangti hoon… maine jaan-bujh kar nahi… sab teri bed par… please 
mujhe maaf kar de… 






Gajendra: (apne gande lund ko uski jaangh par ponchhte hue, zalim muskurahat ke saath shaft par
 brown daag dekhte hue) Maaf karun? Tu pavitra chhoti veili randi, dekh tune kya kiya! Apni gaand 
ki gandagi aur meri cum se mera bed ganda kar diya. Aur mera lund — teri tatti se dhaka hua hai,
 tu gandi kutiya. Socha tha tu saaf-suthri hai, roz paanch waqt ,,., padhti hai, lekin yahan tu
 meri load tatti ki tarah nikaal rahi hai jaise sadak ki randi. 

Ammi: (chehra laal jal raha, aansu bhar aaye, mess ke neeche se hatne ki koshish karte hue) Maaf 
kar do, Gajendra… main deendar aurat hoon… yeh main nahi… mera imaan… he Bhagwan, maine 
sab kuchh ganda kar diya… mujhe ponchhne do, please… main ise saaf karna chahti hoon… 

Gajendra: (uski kamar zor se pakad kar, use peeth ke bal palat kar gaand ko behtar dikhate hue,
 chillate hue) Ponchhna? Bilkul nahi, tu gandi Musslim ammi! Tu yahan se tab tak nahi jaayegi jab
 tak tu apne us gande ched se meri cum ki har boond bahar na nikaal le. Apni gaand daba, Shahida 
— jaise toilet par tatti kar rahi ho. Chal, kar! 

Ammi: (ronte hue, gaand apne aap dab rahi, aur mishran tapak raha) Nahi… yeh kitni beizzati hai… 
main nahi kar sakti… ahh… please mujhe mat majboor kar… 

Gajendra: (paas jhuk kar, gaand ke ched ko zyada failaate hue gaur se dekhte hue) Zor se daba, tu
 munafiq! Soch jaise tu masjid mein hai, poora parda kiye, nek, lekin ab yahan cum aur tatti nikaal 
rahi hai. Haan — zor laga jaise tatti karne wali randi. Acchi ladki, dekh? Meri moti sperm nikal rahi
 hai, teri pavitra tatti ke saath mix. 

Ammi: (dheeme se zor lagate hue, chhoti dhaar cum-wali gandagi nikalti hui) Mmm… he Bhagwan
 mujhe maaf kar… nikal raha hai… main kitni sharminda hoon… 

Gajendra: (andhere mein hanste hue, gaand par thappad maarke protsahit karte hue) Haan, daba
 ja, Shahida. Fuck, maine zindagi mein itna kabhi nahi jhada — zaroor teri tight Musslim gaand ne 
mujhe poora nichod liya. Tu natural gaand marwane wali randi hai na? Tera shohar ne kabhi aise 
bhara hoga. Aur daba — us ring ko nichod! 

Ammi: (jism kaamp raha, phir zor lagate hue, khali mehsoos lekin thoda tapak raha) Ahh… lagta 
hai bas… ab nahi… please, Gajendra… 

Gajendra: (santusht nahi, ungliyon se gaand ke aas-paas daba kar aur nikaalne ki koshish) Abhi 
nahi, tu jhoothi kutiya. Phir zor laga — zyada zor se! Main chahta hoon meri behtar Hiindu beej ki 
har boond teri gandi ched se bahar. Chal, zor laga jaise meri cum-baby ko gaand se janam de rahi 
ho. 

Ammi: (zor lagate hue, geeli fart ke saath aakhri boond nikalti hui) Oh nahi… mmm… ab ho gaya… 
aur nahi… maine… fart bhi kar di… ya Rabb, yeh kitni sharm ki baat hai… 

Gajendra: (zor se hanste hue, naak haath se fan karte hue) Haha, tu ne fart kiya? Tu gandi, fart 
karne wali Musslim gai! Woh geeli, badboo wali dhamaka teri tatti wale ched se — jaise sadha hua
 curry aur cum ki boo. Kitni sharmnaak, Shahida! Itna imaan, itni ,,.,ein, aur ab tu sasti randi 
ki tarah gaand se gas chhod rahi hai. Phir kar — mere liye fart kar, tu gandi veili suar! 

Ammi: (chehra haathon mein chhupate hue, bechain minnat karte hue) Please, Gajendra… bas…
 mujhe aise mat istemaal kar… main maa hoon, wafadar biwi… yeh meri rooh ko ganda kar raha 
hai… rehem kar, main minnat karti hoon… yeh mere imaan ke khilaaf hai… 

Gajendra: (muskurahat bada kar, gaand ko halke se pinch karte hue) Us aurat ke liye jo saaf aur
 pavitra banne ka dikhawa karti hai lekin padosi se gaand marwati hai? Phir fart kar, Shahida — 
woh aakhri bubble bahar nikaal. Dikha kitna gir gayi tu apne pavitra kitaabon se. Ab tu sirf fart karne 
wali, tatti karne wali gandagi hai na? Tera imam is kamre ki boo se tujhe nikaal dega. 

Ammi: (dheeme roti hui, rokne ki koshish lekin ek chhoti fart nikal gayi) Ahh… nahi… mujhe mat 
karwa… yeh mujhe tod raha hai… he Bhagwan, kyon… 

Gajendra: (taali bajaate hue, mess ko uske abaya par ponchhte hue) Woh raha — teri pavitra gaand 
se ek aur sharmnaak toot! Fuck, maine tujhe poori gandagi ki factory bana diya. Saaf aur deendar? 
Ha! Tu apni tatti-cum ki dal mein lot rahi hai jaise andar se tu hamesha kafir randi thi. Ab phir maafi
 maang mera bed ganda karne ke liye, tu bekaar Musslim toilet. 

Ammi: (awaaz toot rahi, poori tarah haar gayi) Main maafi maangti hoon… bahut maafi… sab kuchh
 ganda karne ke liye… please, mujhe jaane de… main yeh beizzati aur nahi seh sakti… 

Phir usne hukm diya: "Ab mera lund choos — muh se saaf kar." Unki baat-cheet lambi chalti rahi, 
Ammi ki minnat gehri: "Gajendra, nahi, please — kuchh bhi kar le iske alawa. Yeh ganda hai, …
gandagi se dhaka hua. Rehem kar; main maa hoon, biwi hoon. Mujhe aur zyada zaleel mat kar." 

Usne uske chehre par halka sa thappad maara, beizzati karte hue: "Minnat kar le jitna chahe, lekin tu
 karegi, randi." Ek aur thappad, aur woh cheekhi "Oohh!" phir ghutno par baith gayi, majboor. Usne
 uske tatti-wale lund ko choosna shuru kiya, honth smeared shaft par lapet kar, halke se gagging
 lekin chupke se jaari rakhte hue uski gandi baaton ke beech: 

"Us tatti ko choos, Musslim kutiya — apni gaand ka swad mere lund par taste kar. Gandi randi, Hiindu 
cum aur tatti nigal rahi hai." 

Main dekh kar ulti karne wala tha, nazara ghinona lekin ajeeb tarah se dilchasp. 

Woh aur nahi rok saki, toot kar towel uthaya aur pet pakad kar bathroom ki taraf bhagi. Woh zor se
 hanse, "Bhaag, Shahida — teri aantrein tujhe dhoka de rahi hain!" 

Main sab hallway ke andhere se dekh raha tha, haath lund par tez chal raha tha, izzat bacha nahi, 
samman nahi, sirf kacchi, bimaar garmi. Jab woh aakhir mein toot kar pet par towel daba kar 
bathroom bhagi, Gajendra sir peeche phenk kar hanse. "Bhaag, Shahida — teri gandi aantrein mera 
tohfa rok nahi pa rahi!" 

Aur us pal mein, bed par mota daag dekh kar — Ammi ki naram bhuri tatti Gajendra ke safed sperm 
ke saath ghuli hui — main zor se jhad gaya. Fawware zameen par gire, chupke se jism kaamp raha 
tha. Kyon? Tab samajh nahi aaya aur ab bhi mushkil se samajh aata hai. 






Shayad yeh sabse bada mana hua tha — uski pavitrata ka poora tabah hona, uski zillat ka sabse 
sachcha, jismani saboot. Uski tatti dekh kar, jo itni niji aur naapaak cheez hai, doosre mard ke cum 
ke saath mil kar, woh maa jo main poojta tha uska aakhri mita dena tha. 

Woh bhura gandagi sirf tatti nahi thi; yeh uski girawat ka saboot tha, uski tasleem, uske har pavitra
 cheez ke saath dhoka. Aur kaise woh poori beizzati — uski aur is tarah meri — ne mere andar
 sabse andhera circuit chalu kar diya. 

Mohabbat lust mein badal gayi, hifazat voyeurism mein, izzat apne tabahi par uttejna mein. Main 
khud se nafrat karta hoon ki main is par jhad gaya, lekin orgasm ne mujhe cheer diya, andhere 
hallway mein kaampte aur khaali chhod kar. 

 

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