Adultery Meri Pakiza Ammijaan Ka Bhrashtikaran

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CHAPTER 23


Main apni mom par fakhr karta hoon, usne hamare paak ghar ko ek randikhana bana
 diya hai aur main ise dekh kar maza le raha hoon.



Main pehle ghar bhaga, peeche ke darwaze se andar ghus gaya taaki shak na ho, daudne se saansein phool rahi thi. 
Us raat humne bachi hui cheezein garam karke khaayi, mahaul aam sa tha, lekin neeche se tanaav ubal raha tha. 

Uske baad Abbu aur main sofa par cricket dekhne baith gaye, TV ki roshni kamre mein halki chamak rahi thi. 
“Bahut zabardast match tha na, beta?” Abbu ne peeche tik kar khushi se saans li. “Kuchh nahi hota achhe match se
 dil behlaane ke liye.” 

Main ne haan mein sir hilaya, lekin andar se unke liye bahut dukh hua—gehra dukh. Yeh woh mard tha jisne hamare 
ghar ke liye din-raat mehnat ki, bimaari se ladte hue bhi izzat se, apni biwi par poora bharosa kiya. Jise unhone shadi
 mein chuna, Ammi, unki buniyaad thi, lekin ab woh ghar mein hi dhoka saazish kar rahi thi. 

Yeh dil cheer raha tha: Abbu ki masoom hasi jab boundary lagi, haath ghutne par pyaar se thapki, sab kuchh jab unhe
 maaloom nahi tha ki unke liye neend ki dawa taiyar ho rahi hai. Unki banayi zindagi, imaan jo woh pakadte the, sab 
raaz se toot raha tha. Woh aurat jise woh pyar karte the, naram muskurahat aur ghar ka khana banane wali, gunah 
mein doob rahi thi, aur unki andekhi neeche se mujhe dard de rahi thi. 

Yeh gunah aur gehra ho gaya—Abbu ne kitna kuchh qurbaan kiya, mujhe college bheja, daadi-dada ki madad ki, sab apni
 chhoti dukaan ki kamai se. Aur Ammi, jise unhone arrange marriage mein chuna, saath ,,.,, ghar ke iftar banaye—
usne yeh sab haram kaamon se lauta diya. Mujhe dhoke ka dukh, unke rishte ke tootne ka dukh, Abbu ke ghar mein hi
 kamzor hone ka dukh. 

Main ne Abbu se ijazat li. “Main Ammi ko dekhne jaata hoon, kitchen mein madad chahiye to.” Unhone haath hila diya.
 “Achha beta. Usse keh dena chai taiyar hai agar peena chahe.” 

Kitchen mein dekha Ammi ko, pink dress mein uski badi gaand hil rahi thi jab woh hil rahi thi, kapda uske curves se 
chipka hua. Woh Abbu ki chai mein powder daal rahi thi, safed daane chupke se ghul rahe the. Us waqt mujhe isme koi
 galat nahi laga. 

Khudgarzi se main chahta tha ki Gajendra usko chode jab Abbu ghar mein so raha ho, yeh thrill morality se zyada tha
. Mere manners kahan gaye? Kyonki nasha mujhe pakad chuka tha—chhup kar dekhne ka nasha, haram cheezon ka nasha. 

Mujhe Abbu ko batana chahiye tha, andar ghus kar sab khol dena chahiye tha, unki be-izzati bachani chahiye thi. Lekin 
nahi, main chup khada dekhta raha, uski taraf dekhte hue jab woh living room ki taraf chupke se dekhti thi, haath se
 chamcha hilati rahi taaki gaanthe na bane. Woh baar baar peeche dekhti, honth kaat ti fikar se, lekin daalti rahi,
 kaam chupke se pura karti rahi. 

Woh chai dheere se hilati rahi, chamcha metal ke saath halki khanak paida kar raha tha. Har kuchh second mein sir
 thoda ghumati, aankhein living room ki taraf jhukati jahan Abbu commentator ki mazaak par hanse hue the, 
yakeen karne ke liye ki unhone kuchh notice nahi kiya. Phir bhi woh daalti rahi, hilati rahi, powder ko
 poora ghulne deti rahi jab tak woh bilkul ghul nahi gaya garam chai mein. 






Main wahan khada dekhta raha, chup, hilta nahi. Yeh nazara mujhe itna darana chahiye tha ki cheekh
 padta, cup haath se chheen leta, sawaal karta. Lekin main wahi jam gaya, uske jism ki harkat dekh 
kar, pehle se soch raha tha agar Gajendra aaya to baad mein kya hoga. Yeh khudgarzi mujhe ghin bhi de rahi thi lekin mujhe bandhe rakhe hue thi. 

Mere manners khatam ho gaye the, sharam khatam, woh mard jo mujhe pala tha uski hifazat ka jazba
 khatam. Pehle main bina soch ke Abbu ke paas daudta, khatre ko turant khol deta. Ab andar tak bigaad baith
 gaya tha; maine bahut si haram cheezein dekhi thi, andhere mein bahut si hadden paar ki thi, aur kuchh hissa
 chahta tha ki yeh kitna aage jayega. 

Main ne usko khud se baat karte suna, yeh woh lafz the jo maine suna... 


Oh Khuda, main yahan Hussein ki chai mein Gajendra ke diye polythene ke powder ko daal rahi hoon. Ya Rabb, 
main kya kar rahi hoon? Kaise apne shauhar ko dhoka de rahi hoon—mera wafadar Hussein, jo hamesha mujhe 
madad deta raha, bimaari mein bhi pyar kiya? 

Lekin... oh nahi, iqraar karna padega—main sach mein Gajendra se chudwana chahti hoon. Dil ke andar mera jism 
iski pyaas karta hai, woh mota Hiindu lund mere chedon ko failaye, mujhe randi ki tarah karahne de jab mera 
shauhar paas hi so raha ho. 

Yeh thrill, yeh haram nasha, sirf soch kar meri chut aag pakad leti hai Gajendra ke lund ki. Main chahti hoon woh 
mujhe daba le, itna zor se dhakke maare ki mera naam bhool jaun, imaan bhool jaun, sab kuchh sirf khushi reh jaye.
 Kyon itni sakht khwahish hai? Yeh ab nasha ban gaya, uska haath, uski hukm—main iski tadap rahi hoon, chahe yeh 
powder daalte hue bhi. 

Yakeen nahi hota main kya ban gayi—dhokebaaz, saazish karne wali zina karne wali, abaya ke peeche chhupi. Ek
 mahine pehle main paak thi, deendar, ab yeh. 

Aur agar Hussein isse mar gaya to? 

Yeh khayal mujhe daraata hai... ya daraata nahi? Mere andar ka ek bura hissa khush hota hai uske jaane se—koi
 gunah ka ehsaas nahi, koi dikhawa nahi, bas Gajendra ke saath jab chahe khul kar. Hussein ke kamzor jism ka
 dukh dekhna nahi, raaton ko bhookhe rehna nahi. Socho: main, be-bojh, pair faila kar bina darr ke. 

Ab rukne ka faayda kya? Main pehle hi bahut aage nikal chuki—hospital mein chumban, usko choosna, apni sabse
 chhupi jagah usko soonghne dena. Agar peeche hati to sab bekaar, gunah jama ho gaye bina sukoon ke. 

Aaj raat usko mujhe chodne de; yeh khwahish mita dega, shayad phir sachchi tauba kar sakun. Hum pehle hi itni 
hadden paar kar chuke—mera muh uske lund par, uske haath mere jism par, uska lund meri gaand mein, peeche
 mudna namumkin lagta hai. Behtar hai haar maan loon, ek baar phir woh khushi mehsoos kar loon, aur kal kaam
 dekhti hoon. 

Kyon Hussein ko dhoka dekar itna acha lagta hai? Chhupana, khatra—yeh nasha hai, is powder se bhi zyada
 mazboot. Gajendra ka har dhakka meri boring zindagi par jeet lagta hai, khoon mein josh bhar deta hai. 

Lekin main yaad dilati hoon khud ko, main kabhi aisi nahi thi—modest, wafadar, ummat ki misaal. Itni jaldi kaise
 badal gayi? Shuru hua masoom baaton se, uski tareef se veil ke neeche sharmaana, phir pehla haath, woh 
chumban jisne sab jala diya. Hussein ki bimaari se tanhaai aayi, shaitan ne faayda uthaya, Gajendra ki chamak ne
 kheench liya. 

Ek galti dusri par, ab main lust mein doob gayi. Ek aam padosi ne mujhe barbaad kaise kar diya? Main aisi auraton 
ko judge karti thi, masjid mein unki afwaahein karti thi, ab main un se bhi buri hoon. 

Main iske liye dozakh jaungi—jahannam intezaar kar raha, aag meri rooh ko chaat rahi hai zina, dhoke, sab ke 
liye. Koi ummeed nahi achha banne ki; main bahut gehre maila ho gayi, tawba se nahi dhul sakti. 

Main barbaad hoon, khatam, hamesha ke saza ke liye muqarrar. 

Aur yeh sharam—Gajendra ke gande lafzon ko sochna jab woh mujhe lega, mujhe uski _ chhinal kehna.
 Kyon yeh mujhe aur garam karta hai? Uske cum ka maza yaad aata hai abhi bhi, aur kuchh hissa usko pasand 
karta hai. 

Nahi, ruk—mujhe in khwahishon se ladna chahiye. Lekin powder chai mein hai; Hussein be-khabar pee raha hai. 
Jaldi hi woh so jayega, aur darwaza khulega mere aashiq ke liye. Main sach mein kya ban gayi? Gunah ki cheez,
 kuchh nahi. 


Main uske girne ko phir dekhna chahta tha, woh bimaar nasha mehsoos karna chahta tha jabki jaanta tha main
 bhi utna hi bigda hua hoon jitni woh. Mujhe batana chahiye tha. Poore ghar mein sach cheekhna chahiye tha.
 Lekin maine kuchh nahi kiya. 

Ammi ne cup sambhal kar uthaya, chhoti tray par rakha saath mein paani ka glass, aur living room mein wapas
 gayi. Main thodi der baad gaya aur Abbu ke paas baith gaya, itna paas ki hospital ki dawa ki halki boo unke 
kapdon se aati thi. 






Ammi ne pyaar bhari muskurahat ke saath chai di. “Lo Hussein, zyada meethi, jaise tumhe pasand hai lambi
 din ke baad.” Abbu ne shukriya ke saath liya, bhap soonghi. “Tu mujhe bigaad deti hai, Shahida. Hamesha 
chhoti chhoti baaton ka khayal.” Unhone lambi ghunt li, aankhein band kar ke maza liya. “Mmm. Perfect.” 

Main ne awaaz halki rakhi. “Ammi sach mein tumse pyar karti hai, Abbu. Hospital mein tum bimaar the to 
woh paagal ho gayi thi. Doctor se sawaal karti rehti, sahi dawa dilwati rehti.” 

Abbu ne uski taraf itne pyaar se dekha ki mera pet mor gaya. “Mujhe pata hai, beta. Main duniya ka sabse 
kismat wala mard hoon. Aisi biwi... kya koi mard aur maang sakta hai?” 

Ammi ki muskurahat nahi tooti, lekin ungliyan tray ke kinaare par thodi sakht ho gayi. “Ab aaram karo. Pee
 lo aur match dekho.” 

Main jaldi bahana bana kar uth gaya, kaha thak gaya hoon sone ja raha hoon. “Shab bakhair Abbu. Shab 
bakhair Ammi. Match enjoy karo.” Corridor mein chalte hue ek baar peeche dekha, Ammi unke paas mandra
 rahi thi—cushion theek karti, kandhe se sochi lint jhaadti—jab woh chai ghunt ghunt pee rahe the, bilkul chain
 se. 

Unki awaazein mere peeche aati rahi, pehle to naram aur aam. 

Abbu ne ghunt beech mein roka. “Yeh chai aaj thodi alag si lag rahi hai, Shahida. Kya naya brand ke patte
 daale?” Ammi ne bina ruke jawab diya, awaaz garam aur tasalli dene wali. 

“Nahi, wahi hai jo hum hamesha lete hain. Shayad zyada elaichi daal di galti se. Ya hospital ke soup ke baad 
jeebh ghar ke khane ki aadat daal rahi hai. Theek hai, waada.” 

Unhone thoda bhanwra chadhaya, ek aur ghunt li. “Neeche kuchh ajeeb kadwahat hai. Jaise dhaatu jaisi.
 Pakka kuchh aur nahi daala?” 

Woh halke se hansi, awaaz tayyar aur naram. “Hussein, tum khayal bana rahe ho. Maine bilkul waise hi banayi
 jaise tumhe pasand. Kuchh extra nahi. Bas aaram karo aur maza lo. Din bhar thake ho.” 

Das minute mein badlaav aaya. Unki aankhein bhaari ho gayi, sir sofa ke peeche thoda latak gaya. “Shahida… 
achanak bahut ajeeb lag raha hai. Chakkar aa rahe hain. Jaise kamra jhuk raha ho.” 






Woh paas aayi, armrest par baith gayi, haath se baal pherte hue. “Tu bas thak gaya hai, pyare. Let ja. Aankhein
 band kar.” “Lekin... chai... tune mere drink mein kya daala?” Awaaz ladkhadati, kamzor. 

“Kuchh bhi nahi,” woh dheeme se boli, bacche ko tasalli dete hue sir pher rahi thi. “Bas chai. So ja. Main yahin 
hoon.” Woh phir hil gaye, neend se ladte hue. “Nahi… kuchh galat hai. Theek hai pyari lekin... Shahida.... 
mujhe nahi pata kya ho raha hai...” 






Uski awaaz dheemi ho gayi, meethapan khatam hokar kuchh thanda, tez. “Tu bewakoof, andha bharosemand. 
Hamesha andha. Agar tu Gajendra ko hamari zindagi mein na laata—uske paise aur madad ke saath—main aisi na
 banti. Tune mujhe randi banaya, Hussein. Teri kamzori ne mujhe seedha kisi aur ke baahon mein dhakel diya.” 

Yeh lafz corridor se bhi bijli ki tarah lage. Us tarah baat karte suna—kacchi, zalim, bina chhupaye—sharamnaak 
garmahat mere jism mein daud gayi. Yeh galat tha, ghin aane wala, phir bhi yeh gandagi mujhe us tarah jagati
 thi jisse main khud se nafrat karta tha. 

Abbu ka sir side ko latak gaya. Saans gehri kharrate mein badal gayi. Ammi ne kandha dheere hilaya. 

“Hussein? Sun rahe ho?” Koi jawab nahi. Woh thodi der ruk gayi, phir doosri baar, jab yakeen ho gaya. Phir 
dupatte ke andar se phone nikala aur jaldi number dial kiya. 






Kuchh second baad darwaza dheeme se khula. Gajendra andar aaya, bina awaaz ke band kiya. Uski aankhein 
turant Ammi par thami, dheere se shikari muskurahat faili. 

Woh Abbu ke kharrate wale jism ko dekhti rahi, aankhein chamakti hui. “Woh kabhi mera acha tha. Koshish ki thi.
 Lekin tanhaai... jab woh mujhe sukoon na de saka... andar kuchh toot gaya.” 

“Bilkul,” Gajendra ne dheeme se kaha, peeche se baahon mein lete hue, haath kamar par malikana rakh kar. “Aur 
ab tu akhirkaar qabool kar rahi hai jo tu chahti hai. Mehsoos kar kitni garam ho rahi hai? Tera jism sach jaanta hai
 chahe dimag abhi bhi bura mehsoos karne ka natak kare.” 






Usne kaamp kar saans li, peeche us par tik gayi. Uske seene ki garmi, pakad ki taqat—usko jaga diya chahe na 
chahe. Saans tez ho gayi, gaal laal, khwahish gunah par bhari pad gayi. 

“Haan,” woh fisfisayi. “Main garam hoon. Mujhe bura lagta hai, lekin rok nahi sakti.” 

Usne kaan ke paas hanste hue kaha. “Yeh meri achhi chhoti randi.” Woh uski baahon mein ghumi, muh ek doosre 
se takraye bhookhe, khule chumban mein. Uske haath neeche gaye, pink kapde ke upar se uski badi, naram gaand 
ke tukdon ko pakad kar nichoda, jab Abbu sofa par kuchh inch door so rahe the, bilkul be-khabar. 


Gajendra thoda peeche hata taaki uske honthon ke paas bol sake. “Kaise lag raha hai, Shahida? Aise chumban—
gehra, ganda—jab tera bekaar shauhar bilkul bagal mein kharrate le raha hai?” 

Woh ruk gayi, aankhein abbu ke sukoon bhare chehre ki taraf palti. “Main… main zor se nahi bol sakti.” 

“Lekin tu bolegi,” usne dabaya, zor se nichoda. “Bata.” 

“Yeh… utsaah bhara lag raha hai,” usne iqraar kiya, awaaz sharam aur josh se kaamp rahi. “Khatarnaak. Jaise
 akhirkaar azaad ho gayi hoon.” 

Woh muskuraya. “Sahi kaha. Meri perfect chhinal. Itni utsauk ki yahin zameen par li jaaye jab woh so raha hai.
 Main tujhe behosh kar ke chod sakta hoon aur usko kabhi pata nahi chalega.” 






Woh jaldi sir hilaayi. “Nahi, yahan nahi. Please, Gajendra. Mujhe bedroom le chal. Usse door. Itne qareeb nahi
 kar sakti.” 

Halke se hanste hue usne jhuk kar use ek smooth harkat mein utha liya, uske motey, bhare jism ko seene se
 lagaya jaise woh kuchh bhi na ho. Uske baahon ki taqat ne mujhe chhupne ki jagah se hairan kar diya; Ammi 
naram aur bhari hui thi, phir bhi woh use aasani se hallway se bedroom ki taraf le gaya. 






Ammi: (tez fisfisate hue, darwaze ki taraf ghabra kar dekhti, haath pink dress ke kinaare se khelte) Gajendra,
 please… yeh bahut khatarnak hai. Hussein bilkul wahan hai. Agar woh jaag gaya to? Mujhe pehle se hi bahut
 gunah mehsoos ho raha—use aise dhoka dena, sirf taaki hum… main yeh nahi karna chahiye. 

Gajendra: (paas aate, awaaz dheemi aur mazaaq bhari, uska thodi pakad kar chehra utha kar) Gunah? Arre 
rone mat de, tu munafiq chhinal. Yaad kar sabse buri cheezein jo tune us bechare shauhar ke saath ki hain? 
Hospital mein uska lund choosna jab woh upar bimaar bistar par pada tha. Uske honthon par mera cum taaza 
hote hue chumban. Aur ab, uski chai mein nind ki dawa daal kar apne shadi ke bistar par tujhe chodna. Tu 
wafadar nahi, Shahida—kabhi thi hi nahi. Kyon dikhawa? Wafadari ka naatak chhod; bore kar raha hai. Ban ja 
woh randi jo tu sach mein hai. 

Ammi: (awaaz kaamp rahi, aankhein neeche) Nahi, Gajendra… main dil se wafadar hoon. Yeh main nahi hoon. 
God mera dil jaanta hai—main roz ,,., padhti hoon… 

Gajendra: (andhere se hanste, haath uski kamar par chadhate, pink dress ki zip dheere khol kar kandhon se
 utarta, bra aur panty dikha kar) Wafadar? Ha! Dekh teri halat, garam kutiya ki tarah kaamp rahi. (bra ke upar 
se choochiyon ko pakad kar zor se nichodta, angutha sakht hoti chhati par chakkar lagata) Yeh choochiyan—
bhari, rasili, khelne ko tadap rahi. Kisi pavitra cheez se behtar, na? Bet Hussein ne saalon se inki qadar nahi ki. 






Ammi: (khud ke khilaaf dheemi karah, thoda uske haathon mein jhuk kar, phir thoda peeche) Ahh… oh, Gajendra
… yeh mehsoos… nahi, nahi kar sakti. Mujhe bahut gunah lag raha—Hussein wahan kharrate le raha, mujh par 
bharosa karta hai. Yeh mere ghar ke liye hain, nahi… mmm… iske liye nahi. 

Gajendra: (muskurate, bra khol kar phenk deta, ab seedhe nangi choochiyon par haath, zor se masalta) Gunah?
 Achha—isme doob ja. Lekin mehsoos kar kaise tere nipple mere liye khade ho gaye? Yeh choochiyan ab meri 
hain, Shahida—naram, bhari, asli mard ke liye perfect. Hussein itna kamzor hai inko sambhalne ke liye nahi. 
Aur kal? Tu phir acche biwi banegi—nashta banaayegi, uske saath muskurayegi jaise kuchh hua hi nahi, ,,., 
padhegi jab mera cum tujhse tapak raha hoga. Yeh hi to maza hai, na? Ab koi pavitra dikhawa nahi; maine 
tujhe apni randi bana diya. Qabool kar—apne andar ki chhinal ko gale laga. 

Ammi: (zor se karah, jism uske haathon mein dabta, lekin sir hilaati) Mmm… ahh, bas… main randi nahi, 
Gajendra. Aisa nahi banna chahti. Main deendar aurat hoon, Ammi… please, abhi ruk jaayein warna der ho jayegi. 

Gajendra: (choochiyon ko chhod kar apni pant utarta, sirf grey bina aasteen t-shirt mein, sakht lund bahar,
 halki roshni mein dhadakta) Der tab ho gayi thi jab tu pehli baar ghutnon par baithi thi mere liye. Dekh 
mujhe, Shahida—nigaah idhar. (uske haath pakad kar lund par rakhta, woh nazar hata leti) Maine kaha dekho!
 Is lund ko ghoor jo tere chedon ko barbaad kar chuka. Hussein kharrate le raha, apni hi biwi se dhoka kha raha
—yeh tujhe kaisa mehsoos karata hai, tu be-iman chhinal? 

Ammi: (gehri laali, sharm se neeche dekhti, aankhein phailti uske nange neeche hisse par, sakht lund dekh kar, 
phir jaldi nazar hataati, darr se fisfisati) Main… main nahi dekh sakti. Yeh sharamnaak hai. Hussein itna qareeb
… agar jaag gaya… oh Khuda, maaf kar. Yeh sab ko maila kar raha—mera imaan, mere waade. Maine tere peeche
 se choosa, tujhe meri sabse chhupi jagah soonghne di, ,,., ke waqt dimag mein bhi. Lekin main yeh shakhs
 nahi… 

Gajendra: (uski thodi neeche dabata, lund ko uske saamne dheere se sehlata) Oh, lekin tu yahi hai. Imaan ko
maila karna? Gin le tareeke: Hospital mein Hiindu jaise mujhse chumban jab tera _ shauhar so raha tha.
 Mera cum nigalna jaise zamzam pani. Tujhe be-izzati karna teri tatti wali gaand soongh kar, abaya ke neeche 
toilet keh kar. Aur tu pavitra banne ka dikhawa—Ramzan roza rakhti lekin mere lund par daawat. Tune apne 
Books ko in gunahon se maila kiya, Shahida. Jannat nahi—sirf mera bistar. Kyon ladti hai? Maine tujhe yeh
 bana diya; qabool kar. 

Ammi: (virodh toot raha, aansu bharte jab woh lund ko dekhti, haath be-ikhtiyar halka nichodta, awaaz toot 
rahi) Ahh… nahi, Gajendra… lekin… shayad tu sahi hai. Oh nahi, main kya ban gayi? Main… main randi hoon. 
Ek gandi, dhokebaaz randi. Biwi hone ke naate Hussein ko sabse bura dhoka diya—use sula kar, uske bimaar 
hone par tujhse chudai, tere maza ke saath usko chumban. Ammi hone ke naate sharamnaak—mera beta mujhe
 paak samajhta hai, lekin main munafiqat mein use paal rahi hoon. Aur Hussein? Woh kamzor, kharrate wala
 bewakoof—bimaar hone ke kaaran mujhe satisfy nahi kar sakta, cuckold hone ke layak. Mera beta? Sust aur 
be-khabar, kabhi nahi jaanega uski Ammi cum peene wali kutiya hai. Maine apna imaan barbaad kiya, ,,., 
ko jhooth bana diya, tujhe apna jism pornstar ki tarah istemaal karne diya. Main pareshan hoon… haan, 
main poori randi hoon. 

Gajendra: (fateh bhari muskurahat, use paas kheench kar, haath phir jism par) Yeh meri ladki. Aakhirkaar
 iqraar. Tu itni perfect chhinal hai, Shahida—khoobsurat, utsauk, bilkul sahi tooti hui. Teri karahen mujhe 
paagal kar deti hain. Kya tu meri randi hai? 

Ammi: (dheere sir hilaati, awaaz jhuk kar, uske lafzon ko dohraati jab woh use sehlati) Haan… main teri
 randi hoon. Teri dhokebaaz, be-iman randi. Mujhe istemaal kar, Gajendra—main teri hoon, ab koi dikhawa 
nahi. 

Gajendra: (use bistar par dhakel kar, taangon ke beech khada) Achhi randi. Ab phir bata—yeh chut kiski hai? 

Ammi: (taangein aur failaati, apni chut chaat-ti) Teri… ahh, yeh teri chut hai, Gajendra. Ab Hussein ki nahi. 

Gajendra: (dheere se andar dhakelna shuru, rhythm banate) Aur tera muh? Woh ganda ched jisme main 
pehle aaya tha? 

Ammi: (saans rukti, taangein uske sir ke ird-gird lapet kar jab woh uski chut chaat raha) Mmm… tera muh 
chodne ke liye. Maine tera lund bahut baar choosa hai inkaar nahi kar sakti. 

Ammi ki karah turant aayi—zor se, be-roki, deewaron se takraati. “Ohhh… Gajendra… haan… wahi… mat 
rukna… please…” Uske haath uske baalon mein ulajh gaye, kamar uth kar uske muh se milti, khushi ki 
lahar lahar se gunah ki har fisfisahat doob gayi. 



 

[SMJ20]

Outstanding and absolutely outclass update.

[Vamp]

Zabardast update

[Wanton]

Lovely update. Very nice descriptions.

[Vik88]

Lovely and superb update. Absolutely fantastic and extremely exciting writing.

[Vampire]

Absolutely wonderful and stunning writing.

[The Pervert]

Thrilling and absolutely outstanding update. Hats off to you buddy.

[Kasif]

Wonderful and beautiful writing ✍️ ❤️