Adultery Meri Pakiza Ammijaan Ka Bhrashtikaran

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CHAPTER 26


Gajendra, tune meri mom ko apni sex slave bana diya hai aur
 mujhe tumhe usko humiliate karte dekhna bahut achha lagta
 hai, yeh itna accha hai




Mom: Oh Gajendra... yakeen nahi hota main hospital ke bajaye tere saath yahan hoon. Lekin chhod, 
mujhe tera lund bahut zaroorat hai. Din bhar sirf isi ke baare mein sochti rahi— woh mota, nasen 
bhara ***** rakshas jo mujhe faila kar meri kasmein bhula deta hai. 



Gajendra: (muskurate hue, paas aate hue, aankhein uske jism ko nigal rahi) Yeh meri deendar chhoti 
_ chhinal bol rahi hai. Idhar aa, Shahida. Sab iqraar kar— bata kitni bechaini se tujhe chahiye. 



Mom: (apna jism uske saath chipka kar, awaaz gehri aur sharmili) Mujhe tera lund chahiye, Gajendra. 
Chahta hoon tu meri dhoke wali chut mein dhakke maare jab tak main cheekh na doon. Din bhar geeli 
rahi, garam kutiya ki tarah, ghar par takiye se ragad kar soch rahi thi tu hai. 



Gajendra: (use gehre bhookhe chumban mein kheench kar, zubaan muh mein zor se daalte hue, haath 
neeche ja kar uski badi moti gaand ke tukdon ko pant ke upar se pakad kar zor zor se nichodta) Mmm,
 sahi hai. Mehsoos kar mere haath teri is moti gaand par— yeh meri khelne ki cheez hai. 



Mom: (chumban mein karah kar, haath uske seene par phirte, phir neeche ja kar uske sakht hone wale 
ubhaar ko masalti) Ohhh... haan, meri gaand aise hi malish kar. Itni badi aur hilti hui halal khane ki 
wajah se hai, lekin tu ise gandi bana deta hai, Gajendra. Zor se nichod— thappad maar, hilne de. Main
 teri randi hoon na? Tere pant ke upar se lund chhoo rahi hoon... fuck, kitna sakht ho raha. Mujhe 
chahiye nanga mehsoos karoon, dhadakta hua mere haathon mein jaise gunah ka janwar. 








Gajendra: (chumban thoda tod kar, muskurate hue gaand masalta rahta, ungliyan naram gosht 
mein dhans kar, tukde thoda alag karte hue kapde ke upar se bhi garam mehsoos) Tu sach mein
 garam kutiya hai, Shahida. Dekh kaise mere upar ragad rahi jaise sadak ka kutta. Teri gaand
 perfect hai— gol, bhari, mere haathon ke liye bani. Din bhar nichod sakta hoon, hilte hue 
mehsoos kar sakta hoon. 



Mom: (haanfte hue, ungliyan uske lund ke outline par tez) Khuda, tere haath... jaadu kar rahe
 hain meri gaand par. Jaise mujhe apna personal chudai ka khilona bana rahe ho. Phir se thappad 
maar— zor se! Mujhe pasand hai yeh jalan, yaad dilati hai main veil wali zindagi se kitni door gir
 gayi. 



Gajendra: (gaand ke tukde par zor se thappad, awaaz kamre mein goonjti, phir gehri malish jaari,
 angutha ched ke beech dabata) Le, mehsoos kar? Tere gaand ke tukde itne gosht wale hain, Shahida.
 Bet Hussein ne kabhi aise qadar nahi ki— woh to bas kamzor _ harami hai. 



Mom: (shararti hasi, phir chehra thoda shak bhara) Hussein ki baat karte hue... mujhe shak hai woh
 powder jo tune 'sone ke liye' diya tha, usko zyada bimaar rakh raha hai. Sirf neend ki dawai nahi 
na? Tu dheere dheere zeher de raha hai, harami. 



Gajendra: (zor se hanste, haath abhi bhi gaand par) Haha, tez hai tu meri randi. Haan, shayad neend
 ki chai se thoda zyada hai. Use bistar par hi rakhta hai na? Humare liye zyada waqt milta hai
 jaanwar ki tarah chudne ka. 



Mom: (uske saath hanste hue, bilkul gunah ka ehsaas nahi) Oh, tu kitna shaitani hai! Mujhe parwah 
bhi nahi— use hospital mein sadne de. Mujhe bahane mil jaate hain chupke se nikal kar tere paas 
aane ke. Ab storage room mein jaldi nahi, poore dopahar jaise yeh. Agar woh zyada bimaar, main kam
 'devoted wife' visit karti hoon, aur tere lund par zyada sawar hoti hoon. Fuck rehem— uski bimaari 
meri azaadi ka ticket hai. Soch agar use pata chale powder tera hai, padosi jise woh haath hilata hai. 
Shock se hi mar jayega! 



Gajendra: (aur zor se hanste, use phir se geela chumban mein kheench kar, zubaan ladate hue) Tu
 be-rehem hai, Shahida. Mujhe yeh pasand hai. Shauhar ko zeher de kar lund ke liye? Yeh to poori
 randi wali baat hai. 



Mom: (zor se chumban wapas kar, phir saans lete hue peeche hati) Mmm... aise chumban kar jaise tu
 mera maalik hai. Ab meri pant utaar— dekh neeche kya pehni hai. 



Gajendra: (muskurate, pant ke button khol kar moti raanon se neeche kheenchta, pink resham ki
 shorts dikhti jo curves se chipki hui) Fuck, yeh shorts... ruk, yeh wahi hain jo maine tujhe kharidi
 thi? 










Mom: (pant se nikal kar dheere ghum kar shorts dikhaati, chandelier ki roshni mein chamakti) Haan 
baby— woh pink resham wali jo tune us gande online dukaan se li. Peeche dekho likha hai: "The 
Whore's Special." Aaj sirf tere liye pehni. Mehsoos kar kitni naram hain meri chamdi par? Din bhar
 gaand ke ched mein chadhi rehti hain, yaad dilati hain main teri jaaydaad hoon. Subah pehni, soch
 rahi thi tu kaise phaad kar mujhe bewakoof bana dega. 



Gajendra: (haath shorts par pherte, ungli se likha hua trace karte) Damn, yeh label teri gaand par 
dekh kar... garam lag raha. Tu sach mein meri special randi hai, Shahida. Pink tujh par chhinal 
jaisa lagta hai— teri bhuri chamdi ko chamka deta hai. 



Mom: (muskurate) Aur sun— main aaj subah Hussein ko hospital jaane wali thi. Uska pasandida phal
 pack kiye, uski sehat ke liye dua padhi. Phir tera message aaya: "Hotel room, abhi." Phal kachre 
mein phenk diye, nurse ko kaha 'ruk gayi hoon,' aur seedha yahan aa gayi. Fuck sick shauhar ko 
milna— tera lund bulata hai to main jawab deti hoon. Woh shayad akela pada hai soch raha hoga 
main kahan hoon, jab main yahan teri maal banne ke liye tayyar ho rahi hoon. Kaisi biwi farz ke
 bajaye lund chunti hai? 



Gajendra: (hanste) Tu kitni thandi dil wali randi hai. Mujhe pasand hai tune sab kuchh mere lund 
ke upar rakh diya. 



Mom: (unghliyan shorts aur panty ke kamar mein daal kar dheere neeche karti, nangi chut aur
 gaand nanga karti) Le, main khud karti hoon. Tujhe mehnat ki zaroorat nahi— teri randi bechain
 hai. (pink resham ka bundle use deti) Soongh inhe, Gajendra. Din bhar tere khayalon mein meri
 ras se bhigoye hue hain. 



Gajendra: (shorts aur panty le kar naak par lagate, gehri saans lete) Mmm, fuck... achhi boo hai
— meethi, muski, pakke phal jaisi. Chut wala hissa... (wahan soonghte) ahh, khatti aur geeli, 
poori chhinal ka ras. 










Mom: (dekh kar utsaah aur shararat se) Haan? Ab gaand wala hissa bata. 



Gajendra: (peeche palat kar, panty ke gaand wale hisse ko soonghte) Yahan... paseene ki boo teri 
badi gaand ke tukdon se din bhar ragadne ki, aur... haan, thodi tatti jaisi. Mitti wali, gandi— 
pasand hai. 



Mom: (haath halke se thappad marte hue, naatak karte) Tu kitna ganda hai! Kaise keh sakta hai 
meri panty ka gaand wala hissa tatti jaisa boo de raha? 



Gajendra: (muskurate, na ghabrate) Ow, lekin sach hai! Yeh panty chalte waqt teri gaand ke tukdon 
mein gehri chadhi rehti hai, Shahida— resham seedha ched tak pahunch jata hai, paseena aur jo bhi
 ho soongh leta hai. Teri badi hilti gaand kapde ko jakad leti hai, din bhar ched se ragadti hai. Koi 
ajab nahi thodi boo aati hai— jaise thook ka collector. Lekin teri boo hai to garam lagti hai. 



Mom: (khud has padti) Theek hai, tu jeet gaya. Meri gaand ab dheeli ho gayi hai kyonki tu har mauke
 par use kachcha chodta hai. Faila deta hai, thoda khula rehta hai. Haan, kabhi kabhi gaand ke andar 
se chhoti tatti ke tukde panty par chipak jaate hain— khas kar jab main tatti kar ke poori saaf na 
karoon. Teri galti hai, tu gaand marne wala. Bet nazdeek se dekhe to halki bhuri lakeer dikhegi. Ghin
 aati hai, lekin tu ne mujhe yahi bana diya— dheeli ched wali chhinal jiski panty mein uski tatti ki boo 
rehti hai. 



Gajendra: (aur nazdeek dekh kar) Haha, haan— halki nishani yahan. Teri gaand ab leak karti hogi, mere
 lund se sab dheela. Pasand hai tune apni izzat barbaad kar ke qabool kiya. 



Mom: (sir hila kar) Bilkul— tukde isliye chipakte hain kyonki tu itna zor se maarta hai, sab kuchh dheela 
kar deta hai. Kabhi kabhi peeche geelapan mehsoos hota hai, jaanti hoon hamari aakhri chudai se hai.
 Phir se garam kar deta hai. 



Gajendra: (achanak gaand wale hisse ko muh par le kar, kapde ko chaat kar) Mmm... yeh tatti wala 
hissa chakha. Namkeen, kadwa— teri asli cheez. 



Mom: (aankhein phail kar, panty cheen kar kamre mein marble par phenk deti) Kya fuck, Gajendra? Tune
 tatti wali boo wala hissa chaata? Yeh ghinona hai! Tu ganda janwar hai! 



Gajendra: (virodh ke bawajood use kheench kar gehra chumban) Lekin yeh dikhaata hai tu mujhse kitna
 pyar karti hai, Shahida— apne sabse gande raaz mujhe chakhne deti hai. 



Mom: (chumban mein pighal kar, phir peeche hati) Tu sahi hai... yeh dikhaata hai. Tune mere andar 
kuchh jaga diya, Gajendra— ek aag jo mujhe pata nahi thi. Main apne andar ki randipan par fakhr karti
 hoon. Tere pehle main sirf boring veili gharwali thi, ,,., padhti aur khana banati. Lekin tune is
 andar ki chhinal ko jagaya, lund ko hawa ki tarah chahne laga. Main shukrguzaar hoon— fakhr hai teri
 randi hone ka, choochiyan aur gaand bina sharam dikhaati hoon. Tune meri deendari ko behuda bana 
diya, aur mujhe yeh pasand hai. 



Gajendra: (shirt utarne mein madad karte, tight blue top dikhta jo choochiyon ko jakad raha) Jaari rakh
— aur bata. 



Mom: (shirt nikal kar, blue top low-cut, nipples ubhar rahe) Tune mujhe andar ki randi dikhayi, Gajendra.
 Woh chhupi taraf jo istemaal hone ko chahti hai, be-izzat hone ko, cum se bharne ko. Maine daba rakha
 tha, lekin tune chhue, gandi baatein kahi to bahar nikaal diya. Ab main poori randi hoon— dhoka deti, 
jhooth bolti, shauhar ko dawai deti. Yeh azaadi hai; teri chhinal hone mein taqat mehsoos hoti hai. 



Gajendra: (top ke upar se choochiyan masalte) Achhi ladki. Aur Hussein? 



Mom: (karah kar) Fuck Hussein— ab uski parwah nahi. Tera lund us kamzor lund wale harami se zyada
 zaroori hai. Use sadne de; tera lund mujhe zindagi deta hai. Uska haath pakadne se behtar tera choosna. 



Gajendra: (muskurate) To maang phir. Is shandaar hotel mein. 



Mom: (ghutnon par baith kar, awaaz bechain) Please Gajendra— yahan is shandaar kamre mein mujhe
 chod. Silk chadar par meri chut maar, mujhe apni hotel randi bana. Pehle tera lund choosna chahti
 hoon— use pooja karne de. 



Gajendra: (dekh kar) Kar. 










Mom: (belt khol kar tez tez) Haan... ab teri pant neeche kar rahi hoon. Khuda, tera lund— ubhar raha
 hai. Mujhe chakna hai, poora nigalna jaise cum peene wali kutiya hoon. 



Woh bistar ke paas ghutnon par baith gayi, ungliyan uske motay sakht lund par bandh kar, bina bole 
muh mein le liya. 



Usne poora choosa— jaadu aur ganda— honth fail kar motai ke liye, zubaan neeche se ghumati, sir hilati
 har baar gehra leti jab tak naak uske baalon se na takraye. 



Thook uske thodi par chamak raha, patli dhaarein gir rahi jab woh zor se choosti rahi, gaal andar dhase 
hue. 



Main hairan tha is Ammi ko dekh kar jo pehle deendar wafadar _ aurat thi— fajr se pehle uth
 kar ,,., padhti, naram awaaz mein ayatein padhti, abaya modest taur par lapete iftar tayyar karti 
Ramzan mein. 



Tab woh hamare deen ki misaal thi: abbu ki wafadar biwi, meri pyari Ammi, hamesha halal haram ki 
yaad dilati, pakizaagi ki qeemat batati jaise anmol jawahar. 



Ab yahan ghutnon par, doosre mard ke lund ki pooja kar rahi thi, blue top upar chadha kar peeth dikha
 rahi, pink shorts raanon ke beech zyada chadhe hue. 



Yeh badlaav gehra tha, imaan se girna jo use pehchaan se bahar kar deta— veil se dhakne wali aurat 
se yeh khwahish ka janwar, Gajendra ke lund ke ird-gird choosti aur karah rahi jaise yahi uska maqsad ho. 



Jaise usne poora bhool hi diya ho ki woh _ hai, woh veil jo pehle imaan ki alamat thi ab kamre
 ke kone mein phenka hua tha, jaise koi baat hi nahi. 



Na salah ka khayal, na astaghfirullah ki fisfisahat dimag mein aayi; balki woh khushi se gun gunati rahi, 
woh vibrations uske andar tak pahunch rahi thi, aankhein aadhi band khushi mein. 



Gajendra karaha, ungliyan uske kaale baalon mein pherti hui, sir ko zor se pakad liya. Usne use aur
 gehra dhakela, kamar aage dhakel kar muh se milaaya, use thoda sa ghabraya lekin rukna nahi. 



Ammi ko parwah nahi thi; woh sakhti ko qubool kar rahi thi, haath uski raanon ko pakde sahara le rahi
 thi jab woh uska lund itni zor se choos rahi thi, itni be-rukhi josh se, ki gardan par nasen ubhar aayi 
mehnat se. 



Ab woh be-izzati aur be-izzat hone ki aadi ho chuki thi, hamare ghar ki izzat wali buzurg aurat se bilkul
 alag jo community mein chupke se izzat paati thi. Pehle abbu hamesha usse mohabbat se baat karte 
the, use barabar partner maante zindagi aur imaan mein. 



Lekin Gajendra ke saath yeh mulaqatein ne woh sab utaar diya, use sikhaya ki be-izzati mein maza hai, 
cheez ki tarah istemaal hone mein thrill. 



Jab woh saans ke liye peeche hati, thook ki dor uske honthon se uske sir tak, usne upar dekha aankhein
 lust se dhundhli. "Gajendra... ab jhooth nahi bol sakti. Main pavitra nahi. Main woh wafadar biwi nahi 
jo sab sochte hain. Main sachchi randi hoon, poori tarah. Tune mere saare akhlaq barbaad kar diye
—mujhe yeh bebas chhinal bana diya jo teri lund ki khwahish ,,., se zyada karti hai." 



Woh muskuraya neeche, haath abhi bhi baalon mein. "Aur bata, Shahida. Maine kaise kiya? Kaise tod diya
 tera woh deendar chhilka?" 



Usne honth chaate, awaaz bhari. "Shuru hua teri madad se—bill, dukaan. Maine khud se kaha shukriya hai.
 Phir tere haath, tere chumban... unhone kuchh jagaya jo maine andar daba rakha tha. Ab imaan ki 
parwah nahi. Tune meri sharam, izzat utaar di. Mujhe pasand hai. Mujhe zarurat hai." 



Gajendra ki aankhein khushi se kaali. "Achhi ladki. Ab hukm de—bata kya chahti hai hamesha ke liye." 



Bina jhijhak ke woh thodi uthi, haath uski raanon par. "Mujhe apni hamesha ki randi bana de, Gajendra. 
Poora haasil kar. Jab chahe, jaise chahe istemaal kar. Main teri chhupi chhinal banungi, sab kuchh dhoka 
dekar tere liye." 



Yeh lafz hawa mein latke, uski tasleem ko seal karte hue. Gajendra bistar par peeche baitha, lund sakht
 aur chamakta hua uske muh se. Ammi bina waqt gawaye us par chadh gayi, god mein baith kar jaldi se,
 pink shorts side kar ke uske lund ko apni darwaze par lagaya. 



Woh dheere baithi pehle, saans ruk gayi jab woh uski chut bharne laga, inch inch, deewarein fail kar 
usko andar lene lagi. Poora baithne ke baad woh upar neeche uchalne lagi, harkatein tez aur taal se, bade
 choochiyan neeche blue top ke andar uchal rahi har neeche aane par. 



Bistar cheekh raha tha unke neeche, awaaz unke jism ke geele thappadon se mil rahi thi. Uski gaand ke 
tukde har uchal par hil rahe the, pink shorts aur upar chadh gaye, zyada chamdi dikha rahe. Gajendra ke
 haath uski badi gaand par gaye, zor se pakde, faila kar jab woh neeche se dhakka de raha tha, ungliyan
 naram gosht mein dhans rahi. 



"Oh Khuda, Gajendra... itna gehra... zor se chod mujhe," woh karahi, awaaz kamre mein goonj rahi. 



Woh garaj kar bola. "Chal mujh par jaise randi hai tu, Shahida. Mehsoos kar tu iske liye bani thi." 










Mere chhupne ki jagah se khidki ke bahar, main jaise roz mutth marne laga, haath tez tez mere lund
 par, yeh manzar bardasht se bahar tha. 



Samajh nahi aata ki apni Ammi ko Gajendra ke saath dekh kar mutth marna itna acha kyon lagta— 
yeh tedha maza tha, pet se shuru hokar aag ki tarah phailta, saansein chhoti tez. Ek hissa taboo tha, 
mana hua thrill itna ghareeb aur galat dekhne ka; doosra hissa dhoka khud, jo sab kuchh ulta kar deta 
jo main jaanta tha. 



Abbu hospital mein, raat bhar khansi karte, Ammi par bharosa karte madad ke liye, aur yahan woh sabse 
gehre dhoke mein thi, karahen uske bharose par chhuri. 



Maine dimag mein abbu ko bewakoof kaha—bewakoof jo uski deendari par yakeen karta tha, nishaniyan 
nahi dekhi, Gajendra ko madad ke naam par andar aane diya. Lekin yeh soch hi mujhe aur garam karti, 
gunah ko andhere maza mein badal deti. 



Unki baatein josh ke beech jaari rahi. "Main kitni bekaar randi hoon," Ammi haanfte hue boli, khud ko
 neeche girate hue jab woh us par sawari kar rahi thi. "Tujhse chudwati hoon jab mera shauhar dukh seh 
raha. Kaisi biwi hoon main?" 



"Sabse achhi," Gajendra ne jawab diya, zor se dhakka dete. "Gandi _ chhinal jo ***** lund se 
pyar karti hai. Bolo." 



"Main teri gandi _ chhinal... tera lund imaan se zyada pasand karti hoon." 



Saaf dikhta tha, uska lund uski chut mein andar bahar, uske ras se chamakta, har neeche jaane par poora
 gayab, phir bahar geela nasen bhara. Manzar jadooi tha, uski chut ki deewarein use zor se jakad rahi. 



Tabhi Ammi ka phone nightstand par baja, ringtone khushnuma jo usne abbu ke call ke liye rakha tha—
 purane dinon ki yaad. Lekin woh dar ke na uthi; balki rhythm thoda dheema kiya, honthon par chalaki
 muskurahat. 



Gajendra ne dekha. "Utha, Shahida. Use suna de tu kitni khush hai." 









Ammi: (phone utha kar, awaaz saans bhari lekin normal banane ki koshish, dheemi karah jab woh neeche
 ghis rahi) Hello... ahh... Hussein? Kya... mmm... hua? 



Abbu: Shahida, akhirkaar mili tu. Doctor ne abhi kaha phir hospital mein daalna padega. Test kharab aae
—phupphus phir bigad rahe. Jaldi aana chahte hain ilaaj ke liye. 



Ammi: (fikr ka natak, lekin Gajendra ki taraf aankh maar kar jo uth kar uske left choochi ko lace bra ke 
upar kaat raha tha, use jhatka) Oh... yeh... ahhh... bura hai, pyare. Mmm... Unki baat... ohh... sun lena. 
Main... dua karungi tere liye. 



Abbu: Shahida, tu theek hai? Awaaz... saans phooli hui. Aur woh karah kya thi? Exercise kar rahi hai kya? 



Ammi: (zor se karah jab Gajendra zor se kaat raha, doosri choochi par, kamar apne aap uchal rahi) Nahi, 
nahi... ahh... bas... mmm... thoda stretch kar rahi. Ooh... acha lag raha... matlab, main theek. Aur bata
... ahhh... hospital ke baare mein. 



Abbu: Stretch? Theek... lekin aaj clinic kyon nahi aayi? Subah se intezaar kiya. Nurse poochti rahi biwi kahan 
hai. Bahut akela mehsoos hua. 



Ammi: (bistar cheekh raha rhythm se jab woh tez sawari, Gajendra neeche se dhakka) Main... mmm... kaam
 mein... ahh... busy ho gayi. Stupid traffic... oh Khuda... aur Zaid ko... mmm... homework mein madad 
chahiye thi. Fikr mat kar. 



Abbu: Kaam? Tune waada kiya tha aaj. Aur ab bistar... cheekh raha hai? Kya ho raha hai wahan, Shahida? 
Jaise... furniture hil raha ho. 



Ammi: (jhooth dheere se, beech mein karah) Haan... ahh... bilkul. Couch... mmm... idhar udhar kar rahi. 
Bhari hai... ohh... awaaz karti. Maafi ke tu intezaar mein dukhi hua... lekin zindagi... ahhh... kabhi kabhi 
mushkil hoti hai. 



Abbu: Samajh gaya... lekin thoda dard hota hai, jaanti hai? Meri halat mein har din be-yakeeni. Bas tera 
chehra dekhna chahta tha, haath pakadna. Tu haal hi mein door door lag rahi hai. 



Ammi: (jhuk kar Gajendra ko gehra chumban, zubaanen ghumti, gaand uske lund par uchalti, chumban
 poora minute tak jab abbu line par intezaar) 



Abbu: Shahida? Hello? Tu wahan hai? Jawab kyon nahi de rahi? Call drop hua kya? 







Ammi: (chumban se alag hokar, dono hanste hue, awaaz pehle hansti) Oh... ahh... sorry, phone... mmm
... couch ke neeche gir gaya. Kya keh... ohh... rahe the? 



Abbu: Couch ke neeche? Theek... bas keh raha tha mujhe teri yaad aa rahi. Waise hospitalization ke baare
 mein— 



Ammi: (gusse mein, karah jab Gajendra choochiyon ko nichod raha) Hussein, itne sawaal kyon poochta rehta
 hai? Ahh... Hamesha buk buk jaise bimaar kutta. Mmm... Ek baar apni gandagi khud sambhal nahi sakta? 



Abbu: Kya? Shahida, yeh... sakht hai. Kya ho gaya tujhe? 



Ammi: (tez, awaaz be-izzati se bhari, sawari tez) Sakht? Tu phir phupphus ki ronayak. Ahh... bechara
 Hussein saans nahi le pa raha. Mmm... Agar tu itna kamzor, bekaar beemaar na hota to mujhe tera 
babysit nahi karna padta. Ohh... Teri bimaari bojh hai—hamesha bistar par, billi ki tarah khansi. Kyon 
mard nahi banta aur bojh banna chhod deta? 



Abbu: (hairan, awaaz kaamp rahi) Shahida... yakeen nahi hota tu yeh keh rahi. Maine hamesha pyar kiya, 
ghar chalaya sab ke bawajood. Yeh teri tarah nahi. 



Ammi: (be-izzati jaari, zor se karah) Meri tarah nahi? Ahh... Jaag ja bewakoof. Mmm... Tera lund saalon 
se kaam nahi karta—bistar par bekaar, bahar bhi bekaar. Ohh... Mujhe behtar ka haq hai teri yeh bekaar
 gaand ki dekhbhaal se. Khansi kar jitna chahe; shayad jaldi khatam kar de. 



Abbu: (khansi ka doura, phir dheeme) Main... maafi maangta hoon agar bojh bana. Please, aise mat kaho.
 Maafi maangta hoon sawaal karne ki. 



Ammi: (usko ignore, Gajendra ko phir gehra geela chumban, chut uske lund par zor se neeche, chumban is
 baar aur lamba, geeli awaazein agar abbu dhyan de to sunai dengi) 



Abbu: Shahida? Phir? Hello? Kya tu kisi ke saath hai? Jaise... chumban ki awaaz. Kya Zaid wahan hai? Shayad 
woh khel raha hai. 



Ammi: (chumban tod kar, Gajendra ke saath hanste, saans phooli) Ahh... Nahi, Zaid... mmm... sair par gaya.
 Sirf main... ohh... TV dekh rahi. Koi romance scene... ahh... distract kar raha. 



Abbu: TV? Lekin bilkul asli laga. Aur karahen... cheekh... main uljha hoon, Shahida. Hafton se tu ajeeb hai. 
Sach mein sab theek? Koi aur hai wahan? Dost shayad? 



Ammi: (karah jab Gajendra zor se dhakka) Koi... ahh... ahem nahi. Mmm... Bas... ohh... personal kaam 
sambhal rahi. Kyon itna shak kar raha? Khansi se dimag kharab ho gaya? 



Abbu: Dimag kharab? Nahi jaanta... bas jod nahi baith raha. Jawab mein deri, awaazein... aur Zaid itni subah
 sair par? Woh to der se uthta hai. Lekin theek, agar tu kehti hai. Mujhe bharosa hai tujh par. 



Ammi: (vyang se) Achha ladka... ahh... Bharosa rakhte raho. 



Abbu: Hospital mein kab aayogi milne? Doctor ne kaha kam se kam kuchh din lagenge. Mujhe tumhari zarurat
 hai yahan. 



Ammi: (sakhti se, uski minnat ko nazarandaaz karte hue) ...mmm... teen ghante baad ya jab mann kare. 
Ahh... isse behtar kaam hain karne ko. 



Abbu: Teen ghante? Bahut lambi intezaar hai... jaldi aane ki ummeed thi. Dard badh raha hai. 



Ammi: (chillate hue) Lambi? Ro mat, Ahh... seh lo. Mmm... is call ke waqt barbaad karne ka maafi maango. 



Abbu: Maaf karna... tumhe pareshan nahi karna tha. Bas apni biwi ko miss kar raha hoon. 



Ammi: Haan haan, jo bhi... ahh... ab rakh rahi hoon. 



Abbu: Ruko Shahida, please mat— aur baat karna chahta hoon... maaf karna agar gussa kiya, Shahida... 
Shahida... meri jaan... please... 



(Ammi phone kaat deti hai, phone phenk deti hai, phir bhi Gajendra ke lund par zor zor se uchal rahi 
hoti hai.) 



Ammi: (gandi hansi ke saath, aur zor se pisai karte hue) Oh fuck, kitna mazaak tha yeh. Mera bechara 
cuck shauhar chhoti si kutiya ki tarah rone laga. "Oh Shahida, mere seene mein dard, haath pakad lo." 
Kya loser— ab khada bhi nahi hota, aur hospital mein wapas? Achha hua. 



Gajendra: (neeche se dhakke dete, gaand masalte hue) Haha, tumne jaise pro randi ki tarah handle kiya,
 Shahida. Karahon ke beech jhooth bolna, uske bimaar gaand ka mazaak udana— bilkul sona. Tum meri 
perfect _ randi ho, us namard beemaar ko dhoka deti hui asli lund par uchal rahi ho. Bet uska
 chhota sa lund kabhi aise nahi bhara tujhe. 



Ammi: (zor se karah kar, jhuk kar uske honthon par geela chumban) Mmm... kabhi nahi. Hussein ek mazaak
 hai— hamesha ,,., aur khansi. Fuck .,, fuck meri kasmein. Mujhe tumhari cum ki thaili banna pasand
 hai, Gajendra. Usko dava dekar, hamare bistar par chodna, ab hotel mein? Yeh jannat hai. Kaash usko bata
 sakti ki tera ***** lund meri veili chut ko kitna control karta hai, fountain ki tarah chhodta hai. 



Gajendra: (gardan kaat kar, tez dhakke) Bilkul sahi, tu be-iman chhinal. Tera beta shayad kahin mutth maar
 raha hoga, be-khabar ki uski Ammi poori slag hai. Agli baar phone par Hussein ke saamne chodenge— usko
 sunne denge mera naam cheekhte hue. Tu hamesha ke liye barbaad ho gayi, us boring ,,., ki jaai se 
wapas nahi. 



Ammi: (jhadte hue, cheekhte) Ahhh... Haan! Zor se chodo, is randi ke ched ko apna bana lo. Hussein waise
 bhi dheere dheere mar raha hai— jaldi widow ban jaun to kya. Ooh, socho uski qabr par tujhe choosna. 
Koi akhlaq nahi bacha, sirf lund aur cum. 



Gajendra ne use peeth ke bal lita diya bistar par. "Ab theek se chodunga," keh kar woh uski taangon ke 
beech baith gaya. 



"Haan... le lo mujhe," woh fisfisayi. 



Woh phir uski chut mein ghus gaya, gehre aur mustaqil dhakke, bistar ka frame har harkat se cheekh raha
 tha. "Teri chut perfect hai, Shahida— itni tight, itni geeli mere liye. Kisi wafadar biwi se zyada achhi." 



Mujhe itna acha laga abbu ko aise dhoka dekhte hue, ek gandi khushi uske chehre dekh kar: aankhein 
peeche mud gayi, honth khule khushi mein, haath chadar pakde dhakkon sehne ke liye. "Dheere... bahut
 zyada hai," woh kabhi minnat karti, lekin woh nahi rukta, zor zor se maarta raha. 



Ammi: Aaaahh... Gajendra, zor se chodo! Oooooh... haan, meri chut ko peeto! 



Gajendra: Bilkul, tu dhokebaaz _ chhinal. Bata kitna pasand hai bimaar shauhar ko dhoka dekar 
mere lund ke liye. 



Ammi: Uuuhhh... bahut pasand hai! Hussein ko dhoka dena itna acha lagta hai... aaaahh... uski bimaari 
ne mujhe perfect bahana diya tere liye taangein failane ka! 



Gajendra: Achhi ladki. Ab iqraar kar— dopahar ki ,,., padhi aaj? Ya masjid chhod di randi ki tarah? 



Ammi: Oooo... nahi padhi... uuhhh... tere motay lund ke baare mein sochti rahi... aaaahh... hafte se 
masjid nahi gayi kyonki har baar jaati hoon to sochti hoon tu wahan mujhe chod raha hai! 



Gajendra: Bechari. ,,., ki zarurat hi kya? Tu barbaad ho gayi, Shahida— gandi zina karne wali, gunah se 
maili. ,,., se cum nahi dhulega jo maine tujhme bhara. Chhod de; bekaar hain tere jaise sadi hui rooh
 ke liye. Koi faayda nahi deendar banne ka jab tu sirf lund ki bhookhi munafiq hai. 



Ammi: Aaaahh... sahi keh rahe ho... oooo... meri liye ,,., bekaar... uuhhh... main barbaad hoon, tere 
beej se maili... aaaahh... paanch waqt sajda karne ki zarurat nahi jab ghutne tere liye failane mein
 behtar... oooo... main kho gayi hoon, gandi _ biwi jisne imaan phenk diya haram khushi ke liye
... uuhhh... ab dikhawa kyon? 



Gajendra: Bilkul. Ab bata achhi biwi hone ki koi qeemat nahi bachi. Keh ja jab main gehra maar raha hoon. 








Ammi: Uuuhhh... sab kuchh kho diya... aaaahh... Hussein ki biwi hone ki koi qeemat nahi... oooo... pehle
 uske liye khana banati, ,,., padhti, uski saathi thi... uuhhh... ab sirf teri randi hoon, chupke hotel aati
... aaaahh... kasmein tooti, ghar toota, beta toota... oooo... kaunsi achhi biwi shauhar ko dava dekar 
doosre se chudwati hai? Uuhhh... ab bekaar hoon, barbaad aurat jo halal pyar se haram lund chahti hai..
. aaaahh... Hussein ko is barbaad randi se behtar milna chahiye! 



Gajendra: Bilkul sahi, tu bekaar hai. Minnat kar dheere karne ki— dekhte hain sunta hoon ya nahi. 



Ammi: Oooo... please Gajendra... aaaahh... dheere chodo... uuhhh... bahut tez hai... oooo... thoda araam
 de! 



Gajendra: Bilkul nahi, randi. Zor se le— isi liye aayi thi. Ab kuchh ganda bol: mera ***** lund teri deendar
 chut ko kitna geela karta hai? 



Ammi: Uuuhhh... bahut geeli... aaaahh... tere liye tapakti hai... oooo... kisi ,,., ki jaai se behtar! 



Gajendra: Haha, achha. Aur hospital mein tera shauhar? Chahti hai woh na rahe? 



Ammi: Aaaahh... haan... oooo... chahti hoon Hussein mar jaye... uuhhh... uski bimaari lambi hai, mujhe
 bandhe rakhti hai... aaaahh... agar mar gaya to azaad ho jaungi tere liye kabhi bhi chudne... oooo... koi 
gunah nahi, koi chhupna nahi... uuhhh... waise bhi dard seh raha hai, behtar khatam ho jaye... aaaahh...
 soch kar bura lagta hai lekin utsaahit karta hai... oooo... socho azaadi, poori tarah teri randi ban jaungi 
bina uske saaye ke! 



Gajendra: Tedhi chhinal. Record karte hain— video Hussein ko bhej denge. Dekhna uska chehra jab teri 
yeh karah sunega. 



Ammi: Uuuhhh... nahi Gajendra... aaaahh... itna door nahi ja sakti... oooo... bahut zalim hai... uuhhh..
. woh poora toot jayega! 



Gajendra: Theek hai abhi ke liye. Upar aa— ride kar jaise farmaanbardar randi. 



Ammi: Oooo... haan ustaad... aaaahh... zor se ride karungi... uuhhh... tere lund ke liye kuchh bhi! 



Gajendra: Meri ladki. Uchal— bata kitna behtar hoon tere marte hue hubby se. 



Ammi: Aaaahh... bahut behtar... oooo... tera lund mujhe apna bana leta hai... uuhhh... Hussein ne kabhi
 aise jhadwaya nahi! 



Main poora waqt dekhta raha, us kamre mein jo maine kiraye par liya tha, andar se barbaad hote hue. 










Khidki har dhakke se hil rahi thi, sheesha frame mein kamp raha. "Gajendra... hotel ki khidki toot jayegi," 
woh karahon ke beech fikar karti. 



Woh hansta. "Paise hain theek karne ke. Lund par dhyaan de." 



Isi waqt bahar shehar raat ki zindagi mein gungunata tha— door se horn, kahin thela wala chillata, lekin 
yahan sirf unka gunah ka sansaar. 



Gajendra usko aur sharminda karta. "Dekh teri halat, _ aurat ***** mard se be-izzat. Tera 
mazhab ab kuchh matlab nahi rakhta na? Common randi ki tarah mera beej maang rahi." 



Uski badi gaand zor zor se hilti har upar neeche mein. Tukde leheron ki tarah hilte, naram aur bhare,
 uski raanon par thapakte. Sehne ke liye woh honth kaat leti, naakhun uske seene mein dhansati, chehra
 khushi-dard ka naqaab. 









"Kyon itna pasand hai yeh?" woh poochta. 



"Kyonki tune mujhe jagaya... ruk nahi sakti," woh haanfte. 



Yakeen nahi hota yeh meri Ammi thi— jisne mujhe Nabi ki kahaniyan sunayi, ghutne ke zakhm bandhe,
 surah sikhai. Yeh woh nahi; ek ajnabi thi jise main isliye pyar karne laga ki woh azaad ho gayi, be-lagaam. 



Woh thakti nahi, chut har baar poora lund nigal leti, sochta yeh taqat kahan se aati. Jab abbu hospital 
mein akela khansta, woh dhoke se energy leti, jism haram par palta. 



Do ghante baad Gajendra karaha. "Shahida... main paas hoon. Kahan chhodun?" 



Woh sochti, phir aankhon mein dekhti. "Andar. Meri chut mein cum kar do." 



Woh hairan. "Pakka? Koi protection nahi?" 



"Haan... bhar do. Tera beej chahti hoon." 



Woh khush, zor se dhakke, speed badhata jab tak andar phoot pada, cum ki dhaar uski gehrai mein. 



Uska chehra khushi se bhara— aankhein band, muh khula chup scream mein, jism kaamp kar usko doodh
 rahi thi. 



Main bhi jhad gaya, release ne zor se maara, us gandi tarah acha laga. 



Aaram karte hue aankhein upar gayi, unke kamre ke kone mein chhota camera dikha. Socha yeh camera
 kis liye— nigrani? Blackmail? Ya kuchh aur khatarnak? 



 

 



 

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