[Diva19]

It will not be exciting and erotic if Gajendra blackmail Shahida and will compel Shahida to let other men fuck her or if Gajendra will try to ruin her marriage life with her loving husband. Please let there be mutual, respectful, secret, illicit and forbidden affairs between Shahida and Gajendra which will not ruin Shahida's marriage life with her loving husband and there should be a happy ending of this great story not a tragic ending.

Yess, Agree with you.

[Farah]

bahut badhiya update! lajawab aur mast, superb! hot story!

[Farah]

It will not be exciting and erotic if Gajendra blackmail Shahida and will compel Shahida to let other men fuck her or if Gajendra will try to ruin her marriage life with her loving husband. Please let there be mutual, respectful, secret, illicit and forbidden affairs between Shahida and Gajendra which will not ruin Shahida's marriage life with her loving husband and there should be a happy ending of this great story not a tragic ending.

Agree

[PakeezaAmmi]

Very very hot and exciting update! Just awesome,amazing,sexy and extremely erotic writings!

[Lund77998]

Bro jaldi update do please.....

[Deepak_bull]

CHAPTER 27



Jabir ne aakhirkaar apni mom ko Mr. Ravi, hamare college principal
ke saath dekh liya.




Jab main us saste hotel ke kamre mein patli si charpai par leta tha jo maine us din subah 
check-in kiya tha. 


Mutth maarne ki khushi abhi bhi jism mein baaki thi, ek garam, sust dhundhla pan jo
 haathon-pairo ko bhari kar deta tha, lekin yeh jaldi hi mere gunahon ke bojh se dab gayi.
 Kitne gunah ho gaye ab tak? 

Apni Ammi ko Gajendra ke saath jhaankna, Jabir ke saath 
dhoka dekar Rani ko itne haram tareeke se lena, aur ab yeh—un yaadon par mutth maarna
 jo sirf sharam se bhar deni chahiye thi. 

Main karwatein badalta raha, tooti chhat ko dekhta raha, phir neend ne mujhe kheench liya,
 ek bechain khwab mein jahan chehre dhundhle the—Ammi ki karahen Rani ki siskariyon 
mein mil rahi thi, sab ,.' ke insaaf bhari nazron ke neeche. 

Jab aankh khuli, kamra dull gray tha. Phone nightstand par zor zor se baj raha tha, pehle to
 maine ignore kiya, aankhein ragdi aur taangein failayi. Phir curiosity jeet gayi, main charpai
 se utra, nange pair thande tile par chalte hue. Hotel aisa tha jahan sawaal nahi poochhe 
jaate, bahar ilaake mein, patli deewarein har awaaz andar nikaal deti thi.
Maine yeh jagah ghar ke hungaame se bachne ke liye chuni thi, lekin ab dil us bagal wale
 kamre ki taraf khinch raha tha jahan main soch raha tha Ammi aur Gajendra shayad abhi bhi
 uljhe hue honge. Dil zor se dhadak raha tha, main connecting door par kaan lagaya, phir 
dheere se darwaza thoda sa khola aur andar jhaank liya. 

Kamra khali tha—bistar bigda hua, chadar mor-mor kar chupke gawahi de rahi thi jo hua tha, 
lekin unka koi nishaan nahi. Hawa mein paseene aur kuchh zyada musk wali boo thi, lekin 
jagah sunsaan lag rahi thi, jaise natak khatam hone ke baad stage. 

Thandi lahar si lagi. Woh kahan gaye? Kya Ammi raat mein chupke ghar wapas chali gayi, Abbu
 ke paas? Ya kuchh aur hua? Maine darwaza dheere band kiya, dimag daud raha tha, phone 
uthaya. 

Screen par missed calls—kai Ammi ke, subah ke waqt ke. Pet mor gaya. Agar Abbu ke saath 
kuchh ho gaya to? Maine turant dial kiya, kamre mein chalte hue jab ring baj rahi thi. 

Doosri ring par unhone uthaya, awaaz tanav bhari lekin normal banane ki koshish. "Beta, tu 
kahan hai? Poori raat call karti rahi. Tu theek hai?" "Main theek hoon, Ammi," maine jhooth 
bola, khidki ke paas tik kar shehar ko dekhte hue jo jaag raha tha. "Bas... dost ke yahan ruk
 gaya. Der raat movie dekhte rahe, wahi so gaya. Ghar aate waqt tumhe jagana nahi chahta
 tha." 

Thodi der chuppi, uski saans mein fikar sunai di. "Kaunsa dost? Jabir? Tu jaanta hai aaj kal
 main kitni pareshan hoon, khas kar tere Abbu ke haal se. Jaldi ghar aa ja, theek hai? Main
 abhi hospital ja rahi hoon usko dekhne. Doctor ne call kiya—haal stable hai, lekin jab woh
 uthega main wahan honi chahiye." 

"Main bhi aaunga," maine kaha, din kaise guzarne ka sochte hue. "Ek ghante mein wahan 
milte hain?" "Theek hai, beta. Sambhal ke aana." 

Phone rakhte hi ek alag khwahish uthi—iss baar gunah nahi, balki us haram thrill ki aur zyada
 pyaas. Live chudai dekhna, kitna twisted hi sahi, mera nikalne ka zariya ban gaya tha, 
dimag ke hungaame ko doobane ka. Aur achanak yaad aaya Aunty Nafisa ne Ammi se chupke
 baat karte hue kaha tha—woh aaj hi college principal Mr. Ravi se milne wali thi. 

Usne jaise raaz ki khushi se kaha tha, awaaz mein hansee aur josh. Agar maza chahiye to
 kyon na uska peecha karun? Nafisa, Jabir ki Ammi, koi farishta nahi thi; maine pehle hi usko
 Mr. Ravi ke saath dekha tha, aisi hadde paar karte jo mere gunahon ko chhota dikha deti 
thi. Usko dekhna mera agla nasha ho sakta tha, kisi aur ki gandagi mein khud ko gum karne
 ka mauka. 

Subah ki thandi hawa mein bahar nikla, busy sadak par cab roki, driver ko Mr. Ravi ke 
address diya jo college ke paas shaant residential area mein tha. 

"Ek block door chhod dena," maine kaha, nazar aane ka khatra na ho. "Wahan se paidal 
chalunga." Woh kandhe uchaalta hua traffic mein ghoomne laga, thele wale chai ke daam
 chillate hue, college ke bacche sadak par daudte hue. 

Usi waqt, jab cab gaddhon par uchal rahi thi, shehar apne roz ke taale mein tha: gaadiyan
 horn bajati, chai wale awaaz lagate, office wale thermos se chai peete phone scroll karte.
 Door minar masjid ke dikhte the, yaad dilate adhan ka jo subah hua tha, jise maine apne 
dhundhle mein ignore kiya tha. 

Dimag ghar ki taraf ghoom gaya—Abbu shayad abhi hospital bed par, machine beep karte 
hue, be-khabar us jaal ke jo uske ird-gird tight ho raha tha. Ammi wahan pahunch jayegi 
jaldi, wafadar biwi ka natak karte hue, jab Gajendra uske khayalon ke saaye mein chhupa 
hoga. 

Cab ne corner par chhoda, maine jaldi paisa diya, hood upar kiya aur pedon wali sadak par 
chupke chal pada. Mr. Ravi ka makaan sada tha, do manzila bungla chhote bagiche aur lohe 
ke gate wala. Main sadak ke us paar parked car ke peeche chhup gaya, dil zor se dhadak 
raha tha. 

Aur wahan woh thi—Aunty Nafisa, dheere se darwaza khatkhatati, idhar udhar dekhti lekin
 aankhon mein josh ki chamak. Simple abaya pehne, veil saaf pin kiya, bilkul izzatdaar 
_ biwi aur Ammi dikhti thi. Lekin mujhe pata tha asliyat. 








Darwaza khula, Mr. Ravi wahan khada tha laal t-shirt mein jo uske pet ko chipka rahi thi 
aur kaale shorts jo jaangh ke beech tak the, ganja sir subah ki dhoop mein chamakta hua.
 "Nafisa, meri jaan," usne dheemi awaaz mein kaha, "main intezaar kar raha tha." 

Woh bina jhijhak aage badhi, honth ek gehre, lambe chumban mein jude. Uske haath
 peeche gaye, uski badi gaand ko zor se pakda, kapde ke upar nichodte hue jab woh us par
 chipak gayi. 

Nafisa: (andar khinchne par halki hansee) Shh, Ravi. Sambhal ke. Lekin haan, maine 
waada kiya tha... meri gaand. Main yahan deene aayi hoon. 

Ravi: (gardan par chumban dete) Oh, Nafisa, tujhe pata nahi kitna chahta tha yeh. Aise 
chupke aana kaisa lag raha hai? 

Nafisa: (us par jhuk kar) Bahut galat lag raha hai, Ravi. Main bilkul chhinal ban gayi hoon,
 shauhar ko dhoka de rahi hoon jab woh Dubai mein kaam kar raha hai. Woh wahan ghar 
ke liye kamata hai, mujh par poora bharosa karta hai, aur main yahan bete ke college
 principal ke ghar par, teri liye gaand dene aayi hoon. 

Ravi: (baal pherte hue) Mmm, lekin yahi to tujhe itna attractive banata hai—haram thrill. 

Nafisa: Tu samajh nahi raha main kitni randi mehsoos kar rahi hoon. Mera shauhar har raat
 call karta hai, kehta hai kitna miss karta hai, hamare ghar ke liye dua karta hai. Aur kal
 raat uski call ke baad maine khud ko chhua tere khayal mein, Ravi. Aaj subah purse mein
... cheezein... daali, jaanti thi aaj yahan aakar usko dhoka dungi. Woh wafadar hai, acche 
_ mard, videsh mein mehnat karta, Jabir ki padhai ke liye paisa bhejta—teri 
college mein. Aur main badle mein tere liye taangein faila rahi hoon. 

Ravi: (halke se hanste) Nafisa, tu mujhe paagal kar rahi hai in baaton se. 

Nafisa: Sach hai—main poori randi hoon. Jabir mera beta soch raha hoga main bazaar gayi 
hoon, lekin main yahan hoon, gaadi chalate hue meri chut geeli ho gayi thi, tere lund ko
 apne haram ched mein soch kar. Mera shauhar mahinon se mujhe chhua nahi safar ke 
karan, aur jab ghar aata hai to bilkul sada. Aur main? Sadak ki randi ki tarah chupke 
chupke, apne bete ke paper check karne wale mard se dhoka. Main kaisi Ammi hoon? 





Ravi: (use aur paas kheench kar, honthon par naram chumban) Shh, khud ko mat saza de. 
Tu perfect hai. Nafisa, main hafton se teri gaand ke khwab dekh raha hoon—jab se tune
 parent-teacher night ke baad office mein waada kiya tha. 

Nafisa: (josh se chumban wapas) Oh, Ravi... 

Ravi: Mere khwabon mein woh itni tight, itni dawat dene wali, puckered aur mera 
intezaar karti. Sochta hoon woh mujhe jhapakti hai, naram aur garam, bharne ki bheek
 maangti. Teri curves, veil mein woh shararti muskaan—har subah sakht utha hoon,
 khud ko sehlata soch kar ki usko apna banaunga, mera kar dunga. 

Nafisa: (chumban mein karah) Mmm, yeh romantic hai... lekin ek minute ruk. Tere liye
 surprise hai. 

Ravi: (peeche hat kar, curious) Surprise? Kya hai, meri jaan? 

Nafisa: (uth kar table ki taraf, purse mein haath daalte) Wahan ruk. Tujhe pasand 
aayega. 

Ravi: (use ghoorte hue) Ab tease kar rahi hai. 

Nafisa: (chhoti bottle tel nikaal kar, besharmi se muskurate) Ta-da! Dekh kya laayi 
hoon—khaas tel, sirf hamare liye. Itni tayyari se aayi hoon tujhe khush karne, Ravi. 
Raaste mein pharmacy ruk kar yeh liya, soch kar ki yeh meri gaand ko slippery bana
 dega tere lund ke liye. 









Ravi: (aankhein phail kar, muskurate) Oh, Nafisa... tu gandi ladki hai. 

Nafisa: Hoon na gandi? Line mein khadi thi, veil ke neeche sharma rahi thi, jaanti thi 
yeh tel gaand chudai ke liye hai—tujhe meri tight ched mein aasani se ghusne ke liye. 
Gaadi mein ek boond ungli par test kiya, soch kar ki crack par tapak kar kitna acha lagega,
 mujhe geela kar dega taki tu gehra aur zor se chod sake. Mera shauhar mar jayega agar
 jaane—yeh usi hafte ke bheje paise se khareeda. Lekin rok nahi paayi; chahti thi yeh 
tere liye perfect ho, tujhe stretch karte mehsoos karun, randi ki tarah karahun jab tu 
meri gaand ko lootega. 

Ravi: (uth kar paas aate) Yeh bahut garam hai. De mujhe—abhi istemaal karte hain. 

Nafisa: Abhi nahi. Pehle bata kaise lootega mujhe. Sunna chahti hoon. 

Ravi: (bottle le kar rakh di, phir kamar par haath lapet kar) Oh, Nafisa, tujhe aise 
lootunga jaise kabhi nahi liya gaya. Pehle tere har inch ko chumu, honthon se shuru,
 gardan se neeche, choochiyon tak, un sakht nipples ko choosta rahunga jab tak tu 
minnat na kare. 

Nafisa: Mmm, aage bol... 

Ravi: Phir tujhe ulta karunga, cheeks failaunga, aur gaand ke ched ko zubaan se tease 
karunga—chaatunga, chakkar lagaaunga, tel se pehle geela karunga. Yeh tel daalunga,
 chamakta dekhoonga, phir ungli se dheere dheere, ek ek karke, tujhe kholunga. 

Nafisa: Yeh intense lagega. 

Ravi: Hoga. Jab tayyar hogi, lund inch inch andar dalunga, woh tight ring mujhe 
jakadega. Pehle dheere dhakke, phir zor se, teri gaand maarunga jab haath aage le 
kar clit ragdoonga. Tu mera naam cheekhegi, Nafisa, jab main tujhe poora bhar dunga, 
peeche se khushi se jhadwa dunga. Tujhe thaka kar lootunga, tujhe mera nishaan laga
 dunga. 

Nafisa: Oh Khuda, Ravi... lekin fikar hai. Tera lund bahut bada hai—pehle dekha, chut 
mein mehsoos kiya. Kya meri gaand kharab na ho jaye? Zyada fail jaye, dheeli ho jaye? 

Ravi: (maatha choom kar) Fikar mat, pyari. Dheere jayenge, khoob tel lagayenge. Mazaa 
aayega, barbaad nahi hoga. Bharosa rakh—maine khwab dekhe hain; dard nahi dunga. 

Nafisa: Bharosa hai, lekin phir bhi... mera shauhar ne kabhi gaand chudai ki baat bhi 
nahi ki. Agar kal seedha na chal saku to? Jabir ko shak ho jayega kuchh gadbad hai. 

Ravi: (muskurate hue) Phir tu usse bas keh dena shopping karte waqt pair mooch gaya. 
Lekin sach mein, Nafisa, sab theek ho jayega. Maza dard se zyada hoga. Ab bed par 
chalein? 

Nafisa: Ek minute ruk—condom hain tere paas? Main nahi laayi. 

Ravi: Condom kyon? Gaand ke liye? Agar tu raw feel chahti hai to bare hi kar lein. Main 
teri gaand ko mere lund ke ird-gird mehsoos karna chahta hoon. 

Nafisa: Bare? Yeh to aur bhi chhinalpan hai... lekin haan, main har nas mehsoos karna 
chahti hoon. 

Ravi: Perfect. Ab teri abaya utaar. Mujhe poori tu dekhni hai. 

Nafisa: Sirf tab agar tu waada kare pehle dheere rahega. 

Ravi: Waada. Lekin jab tu karahne lagegi, phir koi pabandi nahi. 

Nafisa: Theek hai. Hey Khuda, yakeen nahi hota main phir yeh kar rahi hoon—dhoka dena
 itna acha lag raha hai ki ruk nahi sakti. 

Jab woh dono chumban kar rahe the, main soch raha tha ek _ biwi jaise Nafisa
 ki sharam kahan chali gayi. Woh hamare deen ki misaal honi chahiye thi—haya, wafa, 
Khuda ki marzi ke aage sar jhukana. Hamare muhallay ki biwiyan ghar ki buniyaad hoti
 hain, bacchon jaise Jabir ko paak kitaabon ki kahaniyan sunati hain, iftar organize
 karti hain, apne shauhar aur imaan ki izzat ke liye parda karti hain. 

Lekin yahan woh sab din dhaale phenk rahi thi. Sharam ko jalana chahiye tha usko; iske
 bajaye woh azaad lag rahi thi, jism uske haathon mein pighal raha tha. Yeh mujhe sab 
par sawaal uthane pe majboor kar raha tha—kitni auratein apni abaya ke peeche aisi 
khwahishen chhupati hain? 

Hamare gharanon mein munafiqat kitni gehri hai? Nafisa koi aam biwi nahi thi; woh 
Jabir ki Ammi thi, jo uske liye tiffin pack karti thi, college events mein jaati thi, lekin
 ab haram mein ulajh gayi thi, barbaadi ka andaza bhi nahi. 

Aur kafir se chumban? Yeh gunah ko sau guna badha deta hai. ., mein shadi ke bahar 
jismani rishta haram hai, lekin mazhab paar karna? Jaise rooh mein fitna daalna, sirf 
jism nahi aakhirat ko maila karna. Mr. Ravi hamare deen ke khilaaf sab kuchh tha—shirk
, najasat. 

Nafisa ko peeche hatna chahiye tha, apni pakdaamni yaad rakhni chahiye thi. Iske bajaye
 uski zubaan uske saath naach rahi thi, haath uske seene par jaise woh uska haqdaar
 shauhar ho. Dhoka pehle se hi bura tha, lekin yeh mazhabi ullanghan? Yeh hamari 
ummat ki be-izzati thi, uske veil ka mazaak. 

Sabse bura yeh ki yeh uska shauhar nahi tha—yeh hamare khoon se ajnabi tha, bahar 
wala jo shadi ki paakizaagi se chori kar raha tha. Aur bahar hi, jahan koi bhi dekh sakta
 tha. 

Use parwah bhi nahi thi pakde jaane ki; thrill use aur josh de raha tha, idhar udhar 
dekhna darr se zyada utsaah se bhara tha. Yeh be-parwahi mujhe hairan kar rahi thi— 

Main sab record karne ko tayyar tha, phone haath mein, soch raha tha Jabir ko bhej 
doon. Woh mera sabse acha dost tha ek waqt, ya tha Rani wale gandale se pehle. Use 
yeh dikha kar shayad... kya? Hum barabar ho jayen? Dard baant kar bandhan mazboot 
karen? Main ek second ruk gaya—kyon ruka? Ek hissa yeh lamha enjoy kar raha tha,
 buildup, perfect angle pakadne ke liye bina jaldi kiye. 

Dono Ravi aur Nafisa phir chumban kar rahe the, uske haath ab azaad ghoom rahe the.
 Woh meri Ammi Shahida se bhi badi randi thi—Shahida ke paas kam se kam Gajendra 
ki madad ka bahana tha, bill wala twisted shukriya. 

Nafisa? Sirf lust, chupke se jab shauhar Dubai mein mehnat kar raha tha. Woh masjid 
ke events organize karti thi, ladkiyon ko taqwa ki nasihat deti thi, phir bhi yahan kafir
 ke muh mein karah rahi thi. Munafiqat aur gehri thi; Ammi ke gunah ghar ki majboori 
se the, lekin Nafisa ke selfish the, baar baar, bina pachtawe ke. Usne sirf shadi nahi, 
community elder hone ki zimmedari ko dhoka diya, bura misaal di. 

Maine faisla kiya record kar loon, phone steady, socha Jabir ko bhej kar dosti theek kar 
loon. Hoshiyari se kaam kar sakta tha—uski Ammi ka dhoka dikha kar woh samajh
 jayega hum dono apne gharanon ke gunahon ke shikaar hain. Woh meri Rani wali
 harkat maaf kar dega, samajh jayega dhoka kitna gehra hai, hum dard mein bhai ban
 jayenge. 






Maine ek photo li Mr. Ravi ka Nafisa ko gehra chumban karte hue, phir Jabir ko bhej di.
 Shock laga—agar yeh ulta pad gaya to? Use aur nafrat ho jayegi, sochta hoga main uska 
mazaak uda raha hoon? Plan kharab ho sakta tha, rishta hamesha ke liye toot sakta tha. 

Main Nafisa ke baare mein bura nahi sochna chahta tha—woh Jabir ki Ammi thi, bachpan
 se jaanti thi, humare liye mithai banati thi, homework mein madad karti thi. Lekin 
mujhe parwah nahi thi; thrill ne izzat ko daba diya. Woh sexy thi, choochiyan bhari hui
 top mein dab rahi thi, gaand shorts mein curve banati hui— Ammi jaisi badi nahi lekin
 sakht, lubhaane wali. 

Mujhe bura laga aise baat karne mein dost ki Ammi ke baare mein; hamara mazhab 
buzurgon ki izzat sikhata hai, khas kar maaon ki. Yeh galat hai, haram hai objectify 
karna. Lekin kaun dekhta hai? Main pehle hi bahut bura kar chuka—Rani ko choda, 
Ammi ko jhaanka. 

Gunah udhaar ki tarah jama ho rahe the: jhaankna, lust, dhoka. Ek aur kya farq padta
 hai? Deen dozakh ki aag se daraata tha, lekin main itni hadden paar kar chuka tha, 
maafi door lag rahi thi. Nafisa ki kashish mujhe aur gehre andhere mein kheench rahi
 thi. 

Phone baja—Jabir ka message: "Yeh kya hai? Kya yeh meri Ammi hai? Mr. Ravi ke saath? 
Tu kahan hai?" 

"Mr. Ravi ke ghar aa ja," maine jawab diya. "Khud dekh le." 

Ravi uske paas bed par aaya. "Mera lund choos, tu gandi randi," usne hukm diya, awaaz 
sakht. 

Nafisa ne uski shorts neeche ki, lund bahar aaya. "Aao, tu maili chhinal, poora le," woh 
garajta raha. 

Isi waqt bahar subah ki dhoop mein chidiya chir chir kar rahi thi, padosi ka kutta aalas se
 bhonk raha tha, college bus guzar rahi thi—normal zindagi andar ke gunah ke khilaaf. 

"Oh Ravi, tu kitna bada hai," Nafisa ne chaatne ke beech kaha, muh mein lete hue. 

"Tu kitni lalchi randi hai, Nafisa. Jaise zindagi is par depend kare. Tera shauhar tujhe
 kabhi itna geela nahi kar sakta," usne taana maara. 

Woh uske ird-gird karah rahi thi. "Nahi, woh nahi kar sakta. Sirf tu." 

Maine kam intense hisson ko skip kiya— dheere buildup, haathon se sehlana— jahan woh
 pet ke bal leti hui thi phir, Ravi uski gaand par tel laga raha tha, ungliyan andar daal kar. 

Tabhi Jabir aaya, saans phooli hui, chehra safed. Maine kuchh nahi bola; sirf khidki ki
 taraf ishara kiya. "Dekh." 

Main: (fisfisate hue, thodi khuli parda wali khidki se jhaank kar) Dekh, Jabir… wahan. 
Mr. Ravi ke haath teri Ammi ki gaand par hain. Tel uski gaand ke ched par ragad raha hai.
 Damn, woh peeth aage kar rahi hai iske liye. 

Jabir: (awaaz gusse se kaamp rahi, muthiyan band) Kya bakwaas… Yeh meri Ammi hai!
 Nafisa! Principal ke saath? Jab abbu business ke liye door hain? Main usko maar
 daalunga. Uske upar haath uthaunga. 

Main: (uski baanh halke se pakad kar) Arre, shaant ho ja yaar. Phat mat. Yeh… normal 
hai. Log aisa karte hain. Auratein akeli mehsoos karti hain, mard garam ho jaate hain.
 Hota hai. 

Jabir: (mujh par cheekhte hue, aankhein jalti hui) Normal?! Tu paagal hai kya? Woh
 _ hai! Humein paak rehna chahiye! Yeh seedha zina hai—bilkul haram! Hamare
 muhallay mein hi! Woh kafir ke liye taangein faila rahi hai jab abbu door hain. Yeh
 sabse bada gunah hai, ghar ko dhoka, madrasa mein jo sikhaya sab barbaad! 

Main: (kandhe uchaalte) Pehli baar dekh kar shock lagta hai, lekin chal na. Sab ke andar
 khwahish hoti hai. Teri Ammi insaan hai. Mr. Ravi shayad woh de raha hai jo tere abbu
 saalon se nahi de sake. Bas sex hai, Jabir. Jism jo jism karte hain. 

Jabir: (mujhe aise dekh jaise main shaitan ban gaya) Tu kya ho gaya? Jumme ke baad 
hum hadith quote karte the. Ab yeh haram gandagi ka difaa kar raha hai? Tu itna badal
 gaya hai ki ghin aati hai. Kaise keh sakta hai “bas sex hai”? 

Main: (chupke se) Main nahi keh raha yeh halal hai. Bas keh raha hoon isse aur bada
 gunah mat kar. Agar tu andar ghus kar chillayega to poora ghar be-izzat ho jayega.
 Padosi zindagi bhar baat karenge. Teri Ammi tujhse nafrat kar legi. Bas… rehne de. 
Gusse aur maar-peet se gunah aur mat badha—woh bhi gunah hai. 

Jabir: (tez saans lete) Meri Ammi ko randi ki tarah chudwane dena chhota gunah nahi 
hai mere gusse se. Tu bigda hua hai. 

(Hum dono chup. Jabir phir jhaankta hai, phir jam jaata hai.) 

Jabir: (awaaz phat kar) Hey Khuda nahi… ab woh ghutnon par hai. Woh… woh uski 
gaand chaat raha hai. Jaise mithai ho. Kya yeh mumkin hai? Mard aurat ki… wahan
 chaat sakta hai? Gaand ke ird-gird? 

Main: (dheere sir hilaate) Haan yaar. Kuchh mardon ko pasand hai. Aurat ki gaand bahut
 sexy ho sakti hai—tight, garam, haram. Boo, maza… unko paagal kar deti hai. Teri Ammi
 karah rahi hai, dekh? Use pasand aa raha hai. 

Jabir: (fisfisate hue cheekhte) Tu bimaar hai! Yeh uske jism ki sabse gandi jagah hai—
jahan se woh tatti karti hai! Aur tu keh raha acha hai? Tu yeh bhi normal maanta hai? 

Main: (shaant reh kar) Yeh gehra rishta hai. Chhupa. Bahut logon ko garam karta hai. 
Isse woh kam insaan nahi ban jaati. Tujhe kam beta nahi banata. Bas khushi hai. Log 
khushi ke peeche bhaagte hain, Jabir. Hamesha se. 

Jabir: (ungli utha kar) Chup kar. Chetaavni de raha hoon—isse zyada difaa mat kar. Kal
 seedha college jaunga. Mr. Ravi ko report karunga. Woh hamara principal hai, 
haramzade! Job jayegi uski. Aur meri Ammi… mujhe nahi pata uske saath kya karun. 






Me: (uski baanh pakad kar) Aur mat dekho agar yeh tumhe maar raha hai. Aur usko
 report mat karna. Sab barbaad ho jayega. Dekh… meri Ammi ne bhi yahi kiya hai. Shahida 
Gajendra ke saath chud rahi hai, hamare padosi ke saath. Mahinon se. Baba Hussein ke 
naak ke neeche. Ek baar to usko dawa dekar sula diya taaki hamare bistar par kar sakein. 

Jabir: (aankhein phaili, peeche hata) Kya…? Aunty Shahida? Gajendra ke saath? Nahi… 
bilkul nahi. Teri Ammi bhi? Duniya mein kya ho gaya? Hamara imaan kahan chala gaya? 
Sab log sirf… janwar ban gaye hain? Dhoka, jhooth, gaand choosna, shauhar ko dawa
 dena? Koi sharam bachi hai? 

Me: (dheeme se) Shayad utna nahi jitna hum sochte the. Shayad shuru se hi itna mazboot
 nahi tha. 

Jabir: (sir hilaate, awaaz toot rahi) Main… main yahan nahi reh sakta yeh sun kar. Tu
 woh dost nahi jo main jaanta tha. Yeh poora jagah sad gaya hai. (Woh baanh chhudata
 hai aur tez chal pada.) 

Me: (haath badha kar) Jabir, ruk— aise mat ja. Wapas aa yaar. Hum baat kar sakte hain— 

Jabir: (palat kar bina) Fuck off. Mujhe mat chhu. 

(Woh corner ke peeche gayab ho gaya, kadam raat mein dheere dheere kam hote gaye. 
Main akela khada raha, abhi bhi Mr. Ravi ke ghar se halki karahen sunai de rahi thi.) 

Woh mujhe dhakel kar bhag gaya. Maine roka — “Jabir, ruk!” — lekin woh chala gaya, 
gusse mein. Phir bhi maine dekhna chaha, kitna ganda tha main. Ravi ne apna lund aur
 gehra dhakela. “Le le, tu tight _ randi,” woh garajta raha. Nafisa cheekhi. 
“Dard ho raha, Ravi! Lekin… mat rukna. Meri gaand aur zor se maar.” 









“Pasand aa raha na? Teri pavitra gaand mera lund se barbaad ho rahi hai.” Ab Nafisa bistar
 ke sirhaane ko pakde khadi thi, ungliyan safed ho gayi, jab woh uski gaand mein sach 
mein zor zor se dhakke maar raha tha. Uske hips uski gaand se takra rahe the, bistar ki 
chaar charahat tez, gaand ke tukde har dhakke se hil rahe the. 

Tel ne sab kuchh geela kar diya tha, lekin zor bohot zyada tha— hadd se zyada faila raha 
tha, dard ko ulte maza mein badal raha tha. Woh uski gaand ko barbaad kar raha tha, 
bina rukawat ke maar raha, tight ched uske hamle ke neeche haar raha tha, use kachcha
 aur khula chhod kar. Tezi badhti gayi, cheekhen aur karahen mila gayi, jism tedha ho gaya. 

Phir usne use uthaya, lund abhi bhi andar, bathroom ki taraf le gaya. “Chal is randi gaand
 ko bathroom mein chodte hain,” usne kaha. Mujhe mutth maarne ka mann kiya— yeh 
nazara nasha karne wala tha— lekin nahi kiya. 

Bahut bura laga; woh Jabir ki Ammi thi, 
koi ajnabi nahi. Gunah ne zor se maara, yaad dilaya ki hadden toot chuki hain. 




 

[PakeezaRand]

Very much hot and spicy update

[Poonamroy]

This update is not so much exciting and erotic. Please don't involve these two boys directly with their Ammijan's illicit and forbidden affairs. Let it be individual secret from each other.

[Kasif]

Awesome and amazing update!

[Kasif]

This update is not so much exciting and erotic. Please don't involve these two boys directly with their Ammijan's illicit and forbidden affairs. Let it be individual secret from each other.

Agree

[Nikitha.]

Very nice and sweet story with exciting writings!

[Bobita Khanum]

bahut hi mast aur behad hi exciting story!

[The Volcano]

bahut badhiya kahaani, bahut bahut mast writings!

[The Volcano]

This update is not so much exciting and erotic. Please don't involve these two boys directly with their Ammijan's illicit and forbidden affairs. Let it be individual secret from each other.

Yess

[Ella]

ekdum dhamadar aur danshu update!

[Ella]

This update is not so much exciting and erotic. Please don't involve these two boys directly with their Ammijan's illicit and forbidden affairs. Let it be individual secret from each other.

Agree

[Bambi]

This update is not so much exciting and erotic. Please don't involve these two boys directly with their Ammijan's illicit and forbidden affairs. Let it be individual secret from each other.

ekdom sahi

[Maria4u]

Awesome update

[Zannat hiba]

Subhan,.' Bohat achha update diya

[Esha.]

lajawab aur mast update