[Raj_Rohan]

You should not make Shahida a cheap street slut by letting her to be seduced and fucked by multipole male characters. Let only Gajendra to make her his personal whore. It is not necessary to lengthen the story unnecessarily.

U r right, I completely agree with this. This chapter will ruin the story. I thought in this chapter that son came to know about his mom and support her. Involving multiple male in shahida life doesn't make erotic and intresting. Please avoid.

[obsessed]

You should not make Shahida a cheap street slut by letting her to be seduced and fucked by multipole male characters. Let only Gajendra to make her his personal whore. It is not necessary to lengthen the story unnecessarily.

Agree

[Incestlala]

super story ladle

[The Enforcer]

U r right, I completely agree with this. This chapter will ruin the story. I thought in this chapter that son came to know about his mom and support her. Involving multiple male in shahida life doesn't make erotic and intresting. Please avoid.

Totally agree with you.

[Sahanaz Popy]

U r right, I completely agree with this. This chapter will ruin the story. I thought in this chapter that son came to know about his mom and support her. Involving multiple male in shahida life doesn't make erotic and intresting. Please avoid.

Agree

[SachinNarvekar]

Nice writing

[Ayush01111]

I wold love to see if son cantrol mom he fuck mother mouth and pee on him and ask for gajender house girls it will be more fun when mother fear son and son should fuck grand mother also

[Sahil.A]

Your story is going really well, and the flow feels natural and engaging. You should continue writing exactly as you envision it. Every reader has different tastes and opinions, and it’s impossible to cater to everyone. If you start changing the plot to suit individual wishes, the story may lose its direction and impact. Trust your imagination and creative instinct—that’s what will keep the story authentic. Looking forward to the next update.

[Kasif]

There is no doubt that your writing is extremely hot and erotic.

[RandiKajol]

Waiting for new update with Shahida and Gajendra.

[Featherguy]

Why not create a marriage between two to make it intense and dark. Shandar update!!

[Deepak_bull]

CHAPTER 33



Jo aurat mujhe achhe --- adab sikhati thi, woh sabse badi sasti
randi aur besharm nikli, maine yeh khoj liya hai.




Hum teeno hotel ke top floor par elegant dining table ke paas baith gaye, upar se chandelier 
ki naram roshni har cheez par garam, gharelu chamak daal rahi thi. 

Table bahut sundar saja tha— safed chamakti chadar, chamakte silver ke bartan, garam garam
 khane ki platein jo hawa mein khushboo bhar rahi thi— masaledaar grilled chicken, kesar 
wala khushbudaar basmati chawal, tandoor se taza garam naan, aur creamy dal aur sabzi
 ki curry ke bowl. 

Vijay ne sab arrange kiya tha, keh raha tha yeh uska treat hai lambi din ke baad, aur ab hum
 teeno— Ammi, Vijay aur main— kursiyon par baith kar araam se feel kar rahe the. Neeche 
shehar ki lights chamak rahi thi bade glass windows se, lekin yahan upar sab kuchh alag 
duniya jaisa tha, baqi sab se juda. 

Jab main plate mein chawal daal raha tha, mera dimag idhar udhar bhatak raha tha. Soch
 raha tha ki kya Vijay yeh sab— fancy hotel, shandaar dinner, khayal rakhna— sirf achhai se
 kar raha hai, jaise koi madadgaar dost karta hai. 

Ya phir woh Ammi se kuchh chahta hai? Kuchh zyada? Pehle usne jis tarah Ammi ko dekha
 tha, woh chhupi nazrein, sab par sawaal utha rahi thi. Main muskurahat ke peeche khayalat 
chhupaye rakhe, dheere dheere chabaate hue dono ko dekhta raha. 

Ammi ne chicken ka tukda muh mein liya, aankhein band kar ke sachche maza lete hue. “Yeh
 bilkul lajawab hai, Vijay. Masale perfect— na zyada tez, bilkul sahi. Tum sach mein best 
jagah chunte ho. Itne dinon se aisa khana nahi khaya.” 

Vijay garam muskurahat se jhuka, bowl se aur dal uske plate mein daalte hue. “Khush hui 
toh mera din ban gaya, Shahida. Tumhare shauhar ki sehat ke stress ke baad tumhari
 muskurahat dekh kar kuchh nahi achha lagta. Thoda luxury deserve karti ho. Curry ke
 saath naan try karo— bahut achha lagta hai.” 

Main bhi baat mein shamil hua, sab kuchh halka rakhte hue. “Haan Ammi, yeh hospital 
ke cafeteria ke khane se lakh darja behtar hai. Vijay uncle, itna mehnat karne ki zarurat 
nahi thi. Sach mein, shukriya sab ke liye.” 

Usne haath hila kar taal diya, aankhein thodi der Ammi par phir mujh par. “Koi mehnat 
nahi, ladke. Teri Ammi ne bahut kuchh saha hai. Agar main unki shaam thodi behtar kar
 sakoon toh yeh sabse chhoti baat hai. Batao Shahida, aaj shauhar ki tabiyat kaisi hai?
 Kuchh behtari?” 

Ammi ne sar hilaaya, ek aur bite le kar maza lete hue. “Woh stable hai. Doctor keh rahe 
hain nayi dawaiyan kaam kar rahi hain. Lekin thak jaati hoon. Yeh dinner… achha break hai.
 Phir se shukriya.” 

Khana khate hue baatein aasani se chalti rahi— hospital ki routine, Vijay ke safaron ki halki
 kahaniyan, aur Ammi ne kuchh purani family ki yaadein share ki jinse thodi hasi bhi hui. 

Woh sach mein maze le rahi thi, kandhe dheele, hasi naram aur sachchi, paani ke sip ke
 beech. Khana dheere dheere khatam hota gaya, platein aasani se refill hoti rahi, aur ek pal
 ke liye sab kuchh normal sa lag raha tha, jaise teeno dost mil kar khana kha rahe hon. 

Lekin phir maine dekha— Vijay ki nazar. Jab Ammi chicken ka tukda kaat rahi thi, uski
 aankhein khuli taur par uske seene par thami rahi, blouse ke patle kapde ke neeche uske 
breasts ki golai ko dekhte hue. 

Yeh tez tha, lekin saaf, bhookhi chamak jo jaise hi woh upar dekhti usne gayab ho gayi.
 Ammi ko kuchh pata nahi chala; woh bas muskurayi aur chawal ke baare mein baat karne 
lagi ki yeh ghar ke khane ki yaad dila raha hai. 

Us ek nazar ne mere khayalat ko tez kar diya. Kyon Ammi ne aaj apne usual --- kapde 
nahi pehne? Ghar par woh hamesha theek se dhakti thi— dheeli abaya, saaf pin kiya veil,
 sab kuchh modest aur izzat wala. Yahan hotel mein usne tight brown dress pehni thi jo 
uske jism ko thoda sa highlight kar rahi thi. Kyon woh itni be-sharam ho rahi thi? Yeh uske
 jaise nahi tha. 

Agar abbu ne dekha hota— kisi aur mard ke saamne aise kapdon mein baithi, khul kar has 
rahi, uska khayal qabool kar rahi— unhe bilkul pasand nahi aata. Woh hamesha modesty par
 sakht the, fakhr karte the ki Ammi public mein imaan ki pabandi karti hain. 

Yeh Ammi bilkul ajnabi si lag rahi thi, be-fikr aur be-khabar ki uska jism kitni nazrein
 kheench raha hai. Yeh badlaav mujhe bahut pareshan kar raha tha, protection ka ehsaas 
aur kuchh andhera jo main naam nahi dena chahta tha. 

Main (Zaid): Wah, khana lajawab tha, Mr. Vijay! Yeh butter chicken meri zindagi ka sabse 
achha tha. Ammi, tumhe prawns kitne pasand aaye? 

Ammi: (tight blue dress mein muskurati, dupatta thoda adjust karte hue) Haan Zaid, sab 
kuchh bahut tasty tha. Phir se shukriya Mr. Vijay, humein invite karne ke liye. Chef ne sach
 mein kamal kar diya. 

Mr. Vijay: (railing par jhuk kar, dono ko muskurate hue) Khush hua ki pasand aaya, Shahida 
aur Zaid. Hamara chef five-star training wala hai. To Zaid, tere hobbies kya hain, ladke? 
Video games? Cricket? 

Main (Zaid): Zyadatar cricket, sir. Aur swimming! Aaj Ammi ne mujhe yahan pool par sikhaya. 

Ammi: (dheemi hasi) Woh kam bolta hai. Padhai mein bhi bahut achha hai. Aur aap, Mr. 
Vijay? Hotel chalane ke chakkar mein bahut safar karte honge. 

Mr. Vijay: (sar hilaate, aankhein thodi der Ammi ke seene par phir hatati) Safar toh hai, 
lekin zyadatar kaam. Meri shadi… lambi ghanton ki wajah se nahi bachi. Do saal pehle
 divorce ho gaya. Koi bacche nahi. Kabhi kabhi akelapan lagta hai. 

Ammi: (hairan lekin naram awaaz mein) Oh… afsos hua sun kar. Shadi mein mushkilein aati
 hain. Alhamdulillah, meri toh stable hai, chahe shauhar kaam mein zyada busy rahte hain. 

Mr. Vijay: Stable achhi baat hai. Maine kabhi kisi _ aurat se itni khul kar baat nahi
 ki, Shahida. Tum sab itni… conservative lagti ho, dhaki hui, chup. Aise normal baat karna 
taza lag raha hai. 

Ammi: (thodi laali, haath seene par cross karte hue uski nazar notice kar) Conservative? 
Shayad thoda. Hamara mazhab modesty sikhata hai, lekin hum bhi normal log hain. 

Mr. Vijay: Bilkul. Mujhe lagta tha _ auratein mardon ko dekhti bhi nahi, dinner toh 
door ki baat. Aaj tum mere stereotypes tod rahi ho. 

Ammi: (halke se hasi) Itne strict har jagah nahi hote. Family par depend karta hai. 

Mr. Vijay: Phir bhi impressive hai. Jo auratein main milta hoon woh bahut… open hoti hain.
 Tum alag tarah se khud ko rakhti ho. 

Ammi: (jaldi dress ki strap adjust karte) Shukriya… lagta hai? 

Baad mein, jab platein saaf hui aur hum peeche jhuk kar sukoon se saans le rahe the, 
maine socha plan test karne ka waqt hai. “Ammi, main thodi der hotel mein walk kar loon? 
Top floor par balcony aur garden bahut achhe hain. Jaldi wapas aa jaunga.” 

Ammi ka fork beech mein ruk gaya. “Nahi beta. Tune pehle kaha tha kisi ke saath akela 
nahi chhodunga. Yaad hai? Humne promise kiya tha.” 

Vijay kursi mein peeche jhuk kar, awaaz naram aur yaqeen dilane wali. 

“Shahida, ladke ko maze lene do. Hospital ki fikron mein din bhar band raha hai. Thodi 
tazgi aur ghoomna nuksaan nahi. Main yahin tere saath rahunga— agar chahe toh hotel 
ke grounds mein saath walk kar lenge. Bilkul safe hai, aur woh jaldi wapas aa jayega.” 

Ammi ne seedha mujhe dekha, aankhon mein woh chupka yaad dilana ki maine promise 
kiya tha uske saath rehne ka is mard ke saath. Us nazar mein thodi bechaini thi, jaise 
test kar rahi ho ki main yaad rakhta hoon ya nahi. 

Maine uski aankhon se nazar milayi aur tez wink ki, itni halki ki Vijay ko pata na chale, 
muh se silently kaha “main jaldi wapas aaunga”. Woh thoda relax hui, kandhon se tension
 gayab, aur chhoti muskurahat ke saath sar hila diya. “Theek hai… lekin zyada der mat 
karna beta. Aur sambhal kar rehna.” 

Vijay khada hua, Adab se Ammi ko haath diya. “Chalen? Hotel ke walkways aur balcony 
bahut sundar hain, lights dekhne layak. Sab kuchh clear karne mein madad milegi.” 

Woh dono saath chale gaye, aur main thodi der intezaar kar ke unke peeche nikal pada, 
faasla rakhte hue. Mera plan saadah tha: agar main unhe akela chhod doon, toh Vijay 
Ammi ke saath free feel karega. Mujhe uske asli iraade jaanne the. 








Main corridors aur stairwell se chupke chalta raha, dil tez dhadak raha tha, jab tak unhe 
upper level ke ek khamosh balcony par khada paya. Raat ki hawa dheere se unke ird-gird
 chal rahi thi, paas ke lamp ki naram roshni lambi parchhaiyaan daal rahi thi. 

Woh dheemi awaaz mein baat kar rahe the, Ammi railing par halka jhuk kar, Vijay bahut
 paas— zyada paas. 

Ammi: (sar hilaate) Haan beta. Paas rehna. 

Mr. Vijay: To sach batao Shahida— _ auratein itni conservative kyon hoti hain? 
veil ki wajah se, rules ki, ya log kya kahenge ki dar se? 

Ammi: (sochte hue) Zyadatar taleem ki wajah se. Humari izzat bachani hoti hai. Lekin… 
kabhi kabhi yeh bojh sa lagta hai. 

Mr. Vijay: Bojh? Jaise tum apne asli roop ko chhupa rahi ho? Waise aaj yeh brown tight 
dress tum par lajawab lag rahi hai. Us boring black --- kapdon se lakh darja behtar. 

Ammi: (hairan, kapde ko chhute hue) Yeh? Gajendra… mera dost… ne trip ke liye
 khareedi thi. Pehle ajeeb laga tha pehen kar. 

Mr. Vijay: Ajeeb? Tum ismein khoobsurat lag rahi ho. Jaise yeh tumhare jism ko jakad 
rahi hai… aise kapde zyada pehno. Khule, tight, modern. Woh dheele tambu nahi. 

Ammi: (nervous hasi) Khule? Nahi jaanti… yeh alag hai. 

Mr. Vijay: Alag achha hai. Kabhi --- kapde boring nahi lagte? Sab kuchh chhupate 
hain, tumhari natural khoobsurati chamakne nahi dete. 

Ammi: (zyada hasi, muh chhupate) Theek hai, shayad thoda. Comfortable hote hain, 
lekin… haan, kabhi kabhi freely pehenne ki khwahish hoti hai bina fikr ke. 

Mr. Vijay: Bilkul! Tumhe hamesha revealing kapde pehenne chahiye. Aaj ki tarah tight. 
Apne curves… apne sundar assets… ko dikhao aur qadar karwao jaise deserve karte hain.
 Mardon ko yeh naramai, yeh bhara hua jism pasand hai. Yeh aurat ko irresistible 
banata hai. 

Ammi: (samajh gayi, laal hote hue hasi) Mr. Vijay! Bahut direct ho. Lekin… shayad sahi
 keh rahe ho. Mere “assets” chhupane se behtar dikhte hain jab bahar aate hain. 

Mr. Vijay: Dekha? Tum agree karti ho. Yeh moti, rasili assets toh gift hain. Inhe chhupana
 mardon par zulm hai. 

Ammi: (gudgudi, sir hilaate) Mujhe sharma rahe ho. Bas karo. 

Mr. Vijay: (muskurate) Sach batao— auratein mardon mein sach mein kya pasand karti 
hain? Khul kar bolo. 

Ammi: (sharm se, nazar hata kar) Main… nahi jaanti. Kindness? Stability? 

Mr. Vijay: (mazak mein paas jhuk kar) Aao Shahida. Yeh poora jawab nahi. Dil ke andar
 kya chahti hain auratein? Woh asli cheez jo kamzor kar deti hai? 

Ammi: (chhoti awaaz, lafz avoid karte) Kuchh… mazboot. Taqatwar. Tum samajh rahe
 ho. 

Mr. Vijay: (muskurate) Bada, mota aur satisfying? Bilkul. Lekin tum sharm se nahi bol 
paati. 

Ammi: (sharm se hasi) Mr. Vijay! Zaid kabhi bhi wapas aa sakta hai. 

Mr. Vijay: Agar main tumhara shauhar hota toh aisi aurat ko aise resort mein akela nahi 
chhodta. Kabhi nahi. Tera shauhar pagal hai jo tujhe bina apne yahan aane diya. 

Ammi: (jaldi defend karte) Nahi nahi, Hussein acche aadmi hain. Woh bas bimaari se 
theek ho rahe hain. Mujh par poora bharosa hai. 

Mr. Vijay: (dheere se dono haath pakad kar) Phir bhi… agar meri hoti toh har raat paas
 rakhta. Tum bahut qeemti ho akela chhodne ke liye. (haath ke peeche dheere chumban) 





Ammi: (jism kaamp raha, awaaz kaamp rahi) Mr. Vijay… main kyon… aise kaamp rahi 
hoon? 

Mr. Vijay: (haath abhi pakde, doosre haath par chumban) Kyonki tum bhi mehsoos kar 
rahi ho. Woh chingaari. Kuchh naye ka excitement. Tera jism jaanta hai chahe dimag 
lad raha ho. 

Ammi: (tez saans) Main… nahi jaanti. Yeh galat hai. 

Mr. Vijay: (phir haathon par chumban, dheere) Yeh chumban? Yeh toh sirf aaj raat ke 
shukriya ka tareeqa hai. Sach hone ka, itni khoobsurat dikhne ka. 

Ammi: (fisfisate, abhi kaamp rahi) Woh… woh chumban sach mein kis liye tha? Sach batao. 

Mr. Vijay: (aankhon mein dekhte) Yeh dikhane ke liye ki conservative _
 khoobsurat bhi tight blue dress mein zinda mehsoos kar sakti hai. Aur umeed ke liye…
 shayad agli baar… tum mujhe aur zyada dikhane do. 

Mr. Vijay: (haath dheere pakde, aankhein garam lekin tez) Jaanti ho Shahida, tera 
shauhar bahut kismat wala aadmi hai. Sach mein blessed. 

Ammi: (sir tedha kar, abhi bhi laali se) Kismat wala? Kyon? 

Mr. Vijay: (muskurate, awaaz thodi dheemi) Kyonki woh har raat aise perfect, naram
 jism wali aurat ke paas aata hai. Yeh curves jo dress mein bhar rahi hain… jaise teri
 kamar hilti hai chalte hue… zyadatar mard aisi biwi ke liye jaan de denge jo boring 
kapdon ke neeche aisa dikhti ho. 

Ammi: (sakht laal, haath thoda peeche kheench) Mr. Vijay, please… yeh zyada ho gaya.
 Topic badlein? Yeh uncomfortable ho raha hai. 

Mr. Vijay: (mazak mein railing par jhuk kar) Uncomfortable? Kyon? Kyonki main woh bol 
raha hoon jo har mard sochta hai tujhe dekh kar? Ya isliye ki dil ke andar tujhe sunna 
achha lag raha hai? 

Ammi: (sir hilaate, awaaz sakht lekin polite) Kyonki main shadi-shuda hoon, aur mera
 shauhar acche aadmi hain. Kuchh aur baat karte hain. Hotel, tumhare safar… kuchh normal. 

Mr. Vijay: (dheemi hasi) Theek hai theek hai. Theek kaha. To… tera shauhar kya karta 
hai? Business? Sarkari naukri? 

Ammi: (thoda relax, topic badalne se khush) Woh bank mein kaam karta hai. Bahut stable
, zimmedar. Hum almost bees saal se saath hain. 

Mr. Vijay: Bees saal? Kamal hai. Main toh aath bhi nahi tik paya. Batao, tum dono saath 
safar zyada karte ho? 

Ammi: (halke muskurate) Zyada nahi. Yeh trip… alag tha. Mera dost Gajendra ne 
arrange kiya tha humare liye. 






Mr. Vijay: (sir hilaate hue, phir dheere se lehja badalte) Khoobsurat cheezon ki baat
 karte hue… tumhare honth sabse sundar hain, Shahida. Bhare hue, naram, bilkul 
natural gulabi. Jab maine tumhe pool ke paas pehli baar dekha tha tabhi notice kiye the. 

Ammi: (aankhein phail kar asli hairani se, haath apne muh par jaate hue) Mere…
 honth? Mr. Vijay, yeh bilkul achanak! Aisa kyon keh rahe ho? 

Mr. Vijay: (masoomiyat se kandhe uchkaate) Kyonki sach hai. Yeh aise lagte hain jaise 
muskurane ke liye bane hain… ya chumban ke liye. Dinner ke waqt inke baare mein sochta raha. 

Ammi: (ghabra kar halke se hansti, aadha kadam peeche) Aaj raat tum bahut bold ho gaye
 ho. Hotel owner se aisi baatein ki ummeed nahi thi. 

Mr. Vijay: (ek chhota kadam paas aate, awaaz dheemi) Main sirf sach bol raha hoon. 
Zyadatar auratein aisi tareef sunna pasand karti hain. 

Ammi: (ab kuchh ajeeb mehsoos karne lagi — uski aankhein kaise andheri hoti hain jab use 
dekhta hai, woh halki muskurahat jo zyada der tak rehti hai) Main… mujhe lagta hai tum
 cheezon ko zyada gehra samajh rahe ho. Hum to bas normal baat kar rahe the. 

(Mr. Vijay dheere se jhukta hai, chehra uske paas laate hue jaise chumban karne) 

Ammi: (aankhein phailti, tez fisfisahat) Mr. Vijay… kya kar rahe ho? Ruko! 

Ammi: (tez se chehra idhar ghuma kar, ab samundar ki taraf muh, dil zor zor se dhadak 
raha) Yeh theek nahi. Main shadi-shuda aurat hoon. Please izzat karo. 

Mr. Vijay: (abhi bhi bahut paas, saans garam kaan par) Rok nahi pa raha, Shahida. Pool ke
 paas se hi tum par lust kar raha hoon. Yeh tight dress mein tera jism… mujhe paagal kar
 raha hai. 

Ammi: (haathon ko poora alag karte, balcony ke darwaze ki taraf ghabra kar dekhti jahan
 Zaid aa sakta tha) Mera beta bilkul yahin hai! Kabhi bhi bahar aa sakta hai. Tum yeh nahi 
kar sakte. 

Mr. Vijay: (naram, tasalli dete) Zaid phone par busy hai, tumne khud kaha tha. Woh bahar
 nahi aayega. Sirf ek chumban, Shahida. Usse zyada kuchh nahi. Waada. 

Ammi: (abhi bhi muh ghumaye, awaaz kaamp rahi) Nahi. Main apne shauhar ke prati 
wafadar hoon. Yeh mere imaan ke khilaaf hai — mera mazhab, meri shadi, .,. Zina 
haram hai. Sochna bhi galat. Main Hussein ko dhoka nahi de sakti. 

Mr. Vijay: (naram lekin pakka) Main tumhare mazhab ko samajhta hoon, lekin… mujhe 
kuchh batana hai. Maine tumhe dekha. 

Ammi: (thoda palat kar, uljhan aur dar se) Dekha? Kya matlab? 

Mr. Vijay: (phone dheere se nikaalte) Maine tumhe Gajendra ke saath sex karte dekha. 
Tumhare hotel room mein. Kai baar. Mere paas video hai. 

Ammi: (chehra safed pad gaya, awaaz toot rahi) Tum… kya?! Kaise?! Yeh… yeh sach nahi
 ho sakta… 

Mr. Vijay: (shant) Bilkul samajhta hoon, Shahida. Yeh normal hai. Auraton ko excitement 
chahiye. Maza hai. Tum insaan ho. Main judge nahi kar raha. 

Ammi: (dimag mein lakhon sawaal, fisfisate hue darwaze ki taraf dekhti) Awaaz dheemi
 karo! Zaid sun lega! Video kaise mila? Kya tum room mein the? Koi aur? Yeh galti hogi! 

Mr. Vijay: (phone khol kar saaf chhota clip dikhaate) Yeh tum ho. Uska naam le kar zor
 se karah rahi thi. Dekho. 

Ammi: (screen dekh kar horror se, haath muh par) Hey Khuda… nahi… please delete kar
 do. Yeh blackmail hai na? 

Mr. Vijay: (phone jaldi lock kar) Koi blackmail nahi. Kasam se. Main sirf tum par fida
 hoon. Sirf ek chumban chahta hoon. Bas. Tum pehle hi ek baar dhoka de chuki ho — 
chumban uske saamne kuchh nahi. 

Ammi: (awaaz kaamp rahi, sharm se) Tumhe uska naam kaise pata? Gajendra… 

Mr. Vijay: Main usko nahi jaanta. Bas diwaar ke paar se suna “Gajendra… zor se…” Chilla
 rahi thi. Miss nahi ho sakta tha. 

Ammi: (poori sharminda, chehra laal, phir ghabra kar idhar udhar) Hey Khuda… kitni 
be-izzati. Yakeen nahi hota tumne mehmanon par camera lagaye! Yeh galat hai! 

Mr. Vijay: (shant) Spy nahi. Security. Corridor aur kuchh suites mein camera hote 
hain safety ke liye. Luxury hotel mein normal hai. Sabki hifazat. 

Ammi: (halka tanqeed karte, abhi shock mein) Lekin tumne private lamhe dekhe! Yeh
 hifazat nahi — yeh dakhal hai! 

Mr. Vijay: (naram) Shayad. Lekin ab jab mujhe pata hai tumne apne shauhar ke saath line
 paar kar li… to mere saath chumban kyon nahi? Yeh halka hai. Sirf honth. Kisi ko dard 
nahi. Tumne to usse zyada kiya. 

Ammi: (peeche hat kar, awaaz pakki lekin udaas) Nahi. Nahi kar sakti. Nahi karungi.
 Yeh bahut zyada ho gaya. 

(Ammi palat kar balcony ke darwaze ki taraf chal padti, gehri frown, aankhein gunah 
aur udaasi se chamakti) 





“Shahida, ruk jao,” woh peeche se bola, awaaz naram lekin pakki. “Please. Sirf ek chumban
 chahta hoon tumse. Bas. Kasam se blackmail nahi karunga — chahe mere phone mein footage
 saved ho. Main aisa aadmi nahi. Sirf ek chumban, usse zyada kuchh nahi.” 

Woh nahi ruki. Tez kadmon se chalti rahi, corridor mein gayab ho gayi apne kamre ki taraf. 

Main chhupa hua dekhta raha poora waqia. Ab uske iraade saaf the. Aur ajeeb tarah se main 
usko dosh nahi de raha tha Ammi se sexual favor maangne ke liye. Uski galti bilkul nahi thi. 
Uski jagah koi bhi mard Ammi ko chodne ki pyaas karta. 

Uska jism aisa tha — bhare curves, naram chamdi, kamar ka natural hilna jo bina koshish 
aankhein kheenchta. Uske choochhe bhare aur bhari, gaand gol aur dawat dene wali aur
 moti, chehra shadi ke saalon baad bhi jawaan aur sundar. 

Vijay jaise mard rok nahi paate; uska dekhna hi khwahish jagata jo qaboo se bahar. Yeh 
biology thi, seedha saada. Aisi aurat, jo chupke se sensuality bikher rahi ho jab chhupane
 ki koshish karti hai, har normal mard ko sochne par majboor karti hai use chhoone ka,
 haasil karne ka. 

Vijay isme alag nahi — woh insaan tha, aur woh laanat thi. 

Asal mein Ammi ki zyada galti thi uski. 

Usne mujhe bhi seduce kiya tha, woh tareeke jo main qabool nahi karna chahta. Wohi 
curves jo Vijay ko ghoor rahi thi ne mujhe har woh line paar karwayi jo bete ko kabhi 
nahi paar karni chahiye. 

Woh be-khabar grace se chalti thi jo tawajjoh maangti — choochhe kapde par dabav, kamar 
natural hilti, honth bhare aur jazbaati. 

Usne yeh silsila shuru kiya khud ko dikhane se, kapde chun kar jo chhupane ki bajaye 
ishaara karte, qurbat ki ijazat de kar jo aur maangti. Uska jism hathiyar tha jiska use 
ehsaas bhi nahi, mardon ko kheenchta jab tak woh soch nahi paate. 

Agar woh pehle jaise modest kapde pehenti to yeh sab na hota. Lekin usne nahi kiya, aur 
ab Vijay — aur main — dono uske jaal mein phanse. 

Ammi akeli apne hotel room mein dakhil hui, darwaza click se band. 

Main sirf andaaza laga sakta tha uske dimag mein kitne khayal daud rahe the. Woh barbaad 
thi; har zarre mein mehsoos kar rahi hogi. Us aadmi ke paas ab Gajendra ke saath uska 
video tha, aur woh saaf sex maang raha tha khamoshi ke badle. 

Blackmail ka dar, khulne ka dar, sab kho dene ka — shadi, izzat, imaan — ne usko kuchal 
diya hoga. 

Woh shayad phansi mehsoos kar rahi thi, apni galtiyon se gher li gayi, soch rahi hogi ek 
chhoti si galti kaise is khaufnak sapne mein badal gayi. 

Mera phone turant baja. Ammi thi. 

“Beta, abhi tum kahan ho?” Uski awaaz phat rahi thi, bechain, bilkul normal nahi. 

“Main apne room mein hoon, Ammi. Walk ke baad aaram kar raha hoon. Kyon? Sab theek
 hai?” 

Lambi khamoshi. Uski saans sunai di, chhoti aur beqabu. “Haan… haan, main theek hoon. 
Sab theek hai. Bas… tumhara haal poochh rahi thi.” 

“Tum normal nahi lag rahi, Ammi. Awaaz kaamp rahi hai. Kya Vijay ke saath kuchh hua? 
Mujhe bata sakti ho.” 

Woh jaldi sambhali, zor de kar awaaz theek ki. “Nahi, bilkul nahi. Bas din bhar se thak 
gayi hoon. Sach mein, beta, main theek hoon. Kal baat karte hain. Goodnight. Achhe se so jao.” 

Usne aisa bola jaise call khatam kar rahi ho, lekin nahi kiya. Line khuli rahi. Phone desk 
par rakhne ki halki awaaz aayi, shayad socha call band ho gaya. Phir uski awaaz — 
dheemi, tooti hui, khali kamre mein khud ko bura bhala kehti. 





“Main itni bewakoof kaise ho sakti hoon? Sab meri galti hai. Gajendra ke saath affair shuru 
kiya… apne shauhar ko dhoka diya, khud ko dhoka diya. Mahinon se ,,., chhod di. Dil 
se _ nahi rahi. Ab yeh Vijay ne sab record kar liya aur shayad woh bhi mujhse
 sex chahta hai. Mujhe yeh milna chahiye. Main barbaad ho gayi. Kaisi biwi hoon main?
 Kaisi Ammi?” 

Woh jaari rakhi, khud ko sharminda karte hue fisfisahat ki dhara mein. “Maine khud
 yeh sab laaya. Ek galti aur ab hamesha ke liye saza. Khuda maaf kar… lekin ab maafi
 ke layak bhi nahi rahi.” 

Phir phone se darwaze par tez thapki sunai di — koi uske darwaze par. 

Mera dimag daud pada. Vijay hi hoga, shayad tasalli dene aaya, apna point dheere se
 dabane. Maine jaldi call band kiya, dil zor se dhadakta, seedhiyan chadhta uske kamre 
ki taraf dauda. 

Mera dil ka dhadkan kaan mein goonj raha tha. Lift ke paas chhup kar, tez saans lete, 
corner se jhaanka bilkul sahi waqt par. Ammi ne darwaza khol diya tha. Vijay andar 
dakhil hua, darwaza dheemi click se band. 

Mera dil jaanlewa tez dhadka, dard se, aur mera lund pant mein sakht aur dhadakta 
khada. Aage kya hone ka khayal — khatra, haram qurbat, sab phatne ka khatra — ne 
mere andar aag laga di jo qaboo nahi thi. Yeh galat tha, bimaar tha, lekin yeh utsaah
 inkaar nahi kar sakta tha. 






Ammi: (hotel suite ke beech khadi, haathon se khud ko jakde hue, awaaz kaamp rahi)
 Mr. Vijay… aap yahan kya kar rahe hain? Kaise… kaise aapne woh dekha? Cameras… 
hey Khuda, saans nahi le pa rahi main. 

Mr. Vijay: (darwaza dheere se band karte hue, awaaz shaant aur dheemi) Shahida, 
relax karo. Main isliye aaya kyonki maine villa mein lagaye security cameras ka 
footage dekha. Lekin dhyan se suno—main yahan blackmail karne nahi aaya. Main us video
 ka kabhi istemaal nahi karunga. Na ab, na kabhi. Main sab par qasam khata hoon. 

Ammi: Aap qasam kha rahe ho? Lekin… maine kabhi nahi chaaha yeh sab ho! Mujhe
 nahi chaaha kisi ko Gajendra ke baare mein pata chale… affair ke baare mein. Main 
bahut sharminda hoon, bahut gandi mehsoos kar rahi hoon. Agar mere shauhar ko 
kabhi pata chala… ya mere bete ko… main mar jaungi. Yeh sab meri galti hai. 

Mr. Vijay: (dheere se paas aate hue, dono haathon se uske kandhon par rakh kar,
 tasalli se dabate hue) Hey… hey, mujhe dekho. Saans lo. Tumne kuchh galat nahi 
kiya, Shahida. Zina? Yeh normal hai. Auraton ki zarooratein hoti hain. Mardon ki
 hoti hain. Zindagi aise hi chalti hai. Khud ko itna saza mat do. 

Ammi: (sir hilaati, awaaz phat rahi) Normal? Aap kaise keh sakte ho? Maine shuru 
kiya. Maine pehle Gajendra ko chhoone diya. Agar main na karti… yeh sab na hota.
 Main hi sab barbaad karne wali hoon. Main bahut buri biwi hoon, bahut buri
 _… 

Mr. Vijay: (use dheere peeche le jaate hue) Aao, bistar par baitho. Jab tum araam
 se baithogi tab theek se baat karenge. Yahan koi judge nahi kar raha. Sabse kam main. 

Ammi: (bistar ke kinaare baithti, abhi bhi kaamp rahi) Theek… theek hai. Lekin mujhe
 bahut gunah mehsoos ho raha hai. Har baar aankhein band karti hoon to Hussein ka
 chehra dikhta hai. Woh mujh par poora bharosa karta hai. 

Mr. Vijay: (uske paas baith kar, ek haath kandhe par rakhe hue) Aur tumhe yeh gunah
 akeli nahi uthana chahiye. Tum khoobsurat, sehatmand aurat ho. Tumhe regular 
sex deserve hai, Shahida. Har raat agar chaho to. Tera jism iski zaroorat rakhta 
hai. Yeh gunah nahi, khushi mehsoos karna. 

Ammi: (shak se, haathon ko dekhte hue) Regular sex? …Ajnabiyon ke saath? Mujhe 
nahi pata, Mr. Vijay. Yeh galat lagta hai. Main shadi-shuda hoon. Mere zimmedariyan 
hain. 

Mr. Vijay: (naram awaaz se) Tum jaisi khoobsurat auratein har raat bistar par le 
jaayi jaani chahiye. Chumban, chhuan, pura satisfaction. Tera jism iske liye bana 
hai. Us andar ki aag chhupana hi asli gunah hai. Jab koi tumhe chahta hai to kya
 zinda mehsoos nahi hoti? 

Ammi: (awaaz dheemi, thoda shaant hoti) Kabhi-kabhi… haan. Lekin phir bhi lagta
 hai main hi doshi hoon. Maine yeh raasta chuna. 

Mr. Vijay: (kandhe dheere se sehlata) Ab shaant ho rahi ho, achha hai. Gunah ko
 chhod do. Tum doshi nahi ho aurat ban kar mehsoos karne ke liye. Sach batao—kya
 tumhara shauhar tumhe pura satisfy karta hai? Kya woh tumhe waisa mehsoos
 karwata hai jaisa Gajendra ne kiya? 

Ammi: (sihakti, awaaz chhoti) Woh… apne tareeke se karta hai. Haan. Lekin abhi Hussein 
ke baare mein baat nahi karna chahti. Please. 

Mr. Vijay: (sir tedha kar, pyaar se lekin curious) Kyon nahi? Kyonki yeh aur gunah mehsoos 
karwata hai? Ya andar se jaanti ho jawab poora haan nahi hai? 

Ammi: (saans chhod kar, nazar hata kar) Dono. Uske baare mein baat karna jab main 
yahan hoon… sab kuchh aur bura kar deta hai. Main pehle se hi uske saath kaafi dhoka 
kar chuki hoon. 

Mr. Vijay: (dheere se ek haath uski nangi raan par rakh kar, halke se sehlata) Tumhe
 bina saza diye acha mehsoos karne ka haq hai. Tumhe chaaha jaana chahiye. Tum 
shandaar ho, Shahida. Smart, meherbaan, aur bahut sexy. Koi bhi mard tujhe paakar
 khushnaseeb hoga. 

Ammi: (awaaz kaamp rahi lekin dheemi) Aap… aap yeh kisi ko nahi batayenge. Please.
 Ek shakhs ko bhi nahi. 






Mr. Vijay: (garam hasi ke saath) Oh, nahi bataunga. Lekin hum dono ke beech? Sach
 bataun… mujhe bahut pasand aaya kaise tum Gajendra par sawar hui thi. Teri badi, 
rasili gaand har uchal par kaise hil rahi thi… tum kamal thi. Itni confident, itni jungli.
 Bilkul shandaar. 

Ammi: (hairani se hasi nikal gayi, gaal laal) Mr. Vijay! Bas… yeh bahut sharmnaak hai. 
Lekin… shukriya? Mujhe nahi pata abhi main kyon has rahi hoon. 

Mr. Vijay: (muskurate, haath abhi bhi raan par) Dekha? Gunah thoda kam ho raha hai. 
Yeh normal hai, Shahida. Tere shauhar ko kabhi pata nahi chalega. Bade logon ke
 beech ek chhota sa raaz. Iska sab barbaad hone ki zaroorat nahi. 

Ammi: (muskurahat phir khatam) Lekin mujhe uske liye bura lag raha hai. Woh bimaar 
hai, theek ho raha… aur main yahan uska bharosa tod rahi hoon. Aisi kaunsi biwi
 hoti hai? 

Mr. Vijay: (paas jhuk kar, awaaz mazboot lekin naram) Abhi uske khayalon ki itni fikr
 mat karo. Hospital ke bistar se ya ghar se tumhari zindagi control mat hone do. 
Tum yahan ho. Tum zinda ho. Tumhe chaaha jaana, chhua jaana, maanga jaana 
deserve hai. Ek baar khud ko azaad hone do. 

Ammi: (saans theek hoti, usko dekhti) Azaad… saalon se yeh mehsoos nahi hua. 
Aap mujhe… halka mehsoos kara rahe ho. Jaise main itni buri nahi hoon. 

Mr. Vijay: (ek haath se uska chehra dheere se pakad kar) Tum buri nahi ho. Tum
 khoobsurat aurat ho jo khushi deserve karti hai. Tum smart ho, mazboot ho,
 aur abhi… bilkul wahan ho jahan hona chahiye. Mujhe tumhe phir se acha
 mehsoos karwane do. 

Ammi: (aankhein jhapakti, awaaz fisfisahat se zyada nahi) Mr. Vijay… 

Mr. Vijay: (dheere se jhuk kar, uske honthon par naram, gehra chumban) 

Ammi: (pehle thoda zid, haath halke se uske seene par dabaye, lekin peeche nahi 
hati… wahi rahi) 

Mr. Vijay: (lambe chumban ke baad sirf ek inch peeche, honthon par saans) Sirf ek
 chumban, Shahida. Bas yeh. Usse zyada kuchh nahi jab tak tum haan na kaho. 

Ammi: (aankhein aadhi band, kaamp rahi) To… phir se chumban karo. 

Mr. Vijay: (naram muskurahat, dono haathon se chehra pakad kar gaalon par
 chumban, dheeme, zyada josh se, ungliyaan uske choochiyon par sehlati) 
Meri achhi ladki… bas mehsoos karo. Aaj raat gunah nahi. 






Jo bhi unhone kaha, kaam kar gaya, kyonki jaldi hi dheemi harkaton ki awaazein aayi,
 phir saaf chumban ki awaaz. Ammi ne balcony jaisa virodh nahi kiya. Woh haar gayi. 

Mujhe isse hairani nahi hui. Jaise maine pehle khud se kaha tha, koi bhi mard Ammi ko
 chodna chahega. Woh iske liye bani thi—woh bhare choochhe, woh naram, chaudi
 gaand, jism kaise jawab deta tha jab dimag ladta tha. 

Woh andar se randi thi, aur usko choda jaana deserve tha. Duniya ne usko yeh sach
 baar baar dikhaya. Usne shadi ke bahar khushi chakhi aur ab ruk nahi sakti thi. 

Har mard jo usko dekhta wohi khinchav mehsoos karta—Vijay, Gajendra, mere 
andhere lamhon mein bhi main. Woh chumbak ki tarah khwahish kheenchti thi, aur 
ladna use aur kamzor banata tha. Uske jism ko yaad dilaya jaana chahiye tha uske
 liye bana tha. 

Thodi der baad chumban band kiya, awaaz saans rukti. “Bas, Vijay. Please… ab
 jaana chahiye.” 

Woh jaane ko tayyar nahi tha. Maine suna usne use pakda, awaaz dheemi aur 
zid bhari. “Kyon rukna? Tumne bhi mehsoos kiya. Dikhawa mat karo.” 

“Kya kar rahe ho? Mujhe chhod do.” 

Woh kaafi der baat karte rahe, awaazein unchi neeche hoti rahi. 

“Main zabardasti kuchh nahi kar raha. Agar sach mein jaana chahti ho to mere chehre 
dekh kar bolo. Aankhon mein dekh kar kaho jaane ko.” 

Uska chehra uske paas tha—awaazon se tasavvur ho raha tha. Ammi poori uljhan mein 
thi, sahi aur jo jism chahta tha uske beech phati hui. 

“Please, Vijay… mujhe phir galat kaam mat karwao. Main ek baar badalna chahti 
hoon. Achhi biwi aur Ammi banna. Main Gajendra ko bhi nahi dekhna chahti ab. 
Yeh rukna chahiye.” 

Woh dheeme se bola, lekin lafz gehre lage. “Tum yeh kehti ho, Shahida, lekin hum 
dono sach jaante hain. Tum kabhi nahi badlogi. Yeh sex ki bhook ab tumhari 
shakhsiyat ka hissa hai. Yeh tum ho. Jitna mana karo, lekin tera jism pehle se 
jaanta hai.” 

Woh kaafi der chup rahi. Phir woh usko josh se chumban karne lagi, poori tarah
 haar gayi. Woh kamzor thi. 

Aur mujhe bilkul yaqeen ho gaya, koi shak nahi bacha, ki meri Ammi ek sasti randi 
thi. 




 

[Fing fing]

hot and erotic indeed!!

[Sahil.A]

Behad lajawaab!

[Raj_Rohan]

Waiting for updates,..

[Ayush01111]

Bahut khoob

[Fing fing]

superb brother,update

[Raj_Rohan]

No update for one week, what happen, waiting to see gajendra back, update fast pls

[Sara Khan]

Gajendra aur Shahida ko bich mein naya episode shuro karo yaar

[Deepak_bull]

Update coming in few hours!!