Ammi aur uncle

[Smalldick]

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[Maria4u]

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[Joyeeta Das]

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[रसगुल्ला]

It seems to me that you are only making fun with the readers of this great story to make them fool. Because there are so many requests but you haven't posted any response. Please don't make fun with us.

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[Kacchi Kali]

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[Sicario]

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[Deepak_bull]

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[Bimal]

I can't understand  what do you want to say by this comment. 
Dear writer, I hope you will clear your stance whether you will continue this story or not. 
The moron Mahendra is not getting his expected responses for his story ' meri mummy tezi se badal gayi'. For this reason he has become envious for your popularity.

[Maghibaj]

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[Deepak_bull]

Us shaam living room bahut shaant tha, woh aaram bhari khamoshi jo lambe din ke shor aur bheed ke baad baith jaati hai. Shaadi ki reception kai ghante pehle khatam ho chuki thi. Ab Aisha — meri Ammi — bade sectional sofa par baithi thi, taangein modest tareeke se neeche lapeti hui, lamp ki naram roshni uske chehre par garam chhayaen daal rahi thi. 


Woh abhi bhi woh sundar navy blue abaya pehne hui thi jo event mein pehni thi, halanki usne gardan ke aas-paas ka scarf thoda dhila kar diya tha, jo ab uske kandhon par aaram se latak raha tha. Uske kaale baal, jo aam taur par achhe se pin kiye hote the, ab kuchh lattein nikal aayi thi jo uske chehre ko aise frame kar rahi thi ki woh aur naram, aur chamakti hui lag rahi thi. Lekin yeh sirf yahi nahi tha. 

Uske chehre par kuchh aur bhi tha — gaalon par unchi laali, honth thode khule aur aam se zyada bhare hue, aankhein aadhi band aur door ki khushi se chamak rahi thi. Woh ek aurat ki tarah lag rahi thi jo garam ho rahi ho, woh post-passion chamak jo koi bhi composure poori tarah chhupa nahi sakti, chahe woh sochti ho ki woh bilkul mask kar rahi hai. 

Main uske saamne wali armchair mein baith gaya, wohi jo Abbu late shifts se ghar aane par aam taur par lete the. Woh abhi tak wapas nahi aaye the — office mein koi kaam ka emergency tha, jo aajkal aam baat ho gayi thi. Ammi ka phone cushion ke paas muh neeche rakhkar rakha tha, aur woh thande paani ka glass sip kar rahi thi, uski harkatein dheemi aur santusht. 

Main us par muskuraya, awaaz halki aur casual rakhte hue, jaise hum family events ke baad hamesha karte the. “Ammi, woh shaadi sach mein kuchh khaas thi na? Poora maamla bina kisi gadbad ke khatam hua. Sab bahut khush lag rahe the.” 

Woh mere taraf ghumi, aur uske chehre par woh laali thodi aur gehri ho gayi jab usne muskurahat wapas ki — upar se garam aur sachchi. “Arre beta, woh shaadi bahut khoobsurat thi. 

Sabko ek saath laane ka tareeka… bahut achha din tha. Sach mein bahut achha.” Uski awaaz mein woh naram, surila lahja tha jo hamesha hota tha, jo hazaron bachpan ki kahaniyon aur daanton ko sukoon deta tha. 

Woh sofa par thoda hili, abaya ke neeche taangein cross ki, aur main notice kiye bina nahi reh saka ki uski aankhein ek pal ke liye chamak uthi, jaise woh dimag mein koi private cheez dohra rahi ho. “Tere Abbu ko bhi bahut pasand aati agar woh zyada der ruk paate, lekin kaam to kaam hai. Kam se kam hum family ke taur par maze le sake.” 

“Haan bilkul,” maine kaha, ghutnon par kohniyan tek kar aage jhukte hue, saath saath sir hilaate hue. “Khana bhi zabardast tha. Maine to teen logon jitna biryani kha liya. Aur music — sab aise naach rahe the jaise kal duniya khatam hone wali ho. Kya tum sab auntyon se baat kar paayi? Maine dekha tum pehle kuchh se baat kar rahi thi.” 

Ammi dheere se hans padi, ek halki, surili awaaz jo kamre mein bhar gayi. Usne haath badha kar sofa ke paas wali jagah par thapki di, mujhe paas bulati hui. 

“Idhar aa kar baith beta. Itni door kyon baitha hai? Haan, baat ki thi. Aunty Fatima apni nayi poti ke baare mein bata rahi thi — bahut pyari si. Aur decoration bhi bahut sundar the na? Simple lekin shaandaar. Sach mein shaadi ki rooh ko pakad liya tha.” Woh ruk gayi, phir se paani ka sip liya, ungliyan glass par ek pal extra der tak atki rahi. 

Uski woh post-glow chehre par usko aur jawan, aur zinda dikha rahi thi, jaise roz ki zindagi ka bojh kuchh der ke liye uth gaya ho. Hum kuchh aur minute aise hi baatein karte rahe, aasaan aur beh rahi thi — wohi back-and-forth jo sau baar ho chuka tha. 

Usne mere doston ke baare mein poocha jo wahan the, maine uske outfit ke baare mein chheda ki usne aadhe guests ko peeche chhod diya tha, aur woh sharmate hue halke se hans di. “Arre beta, tu bahut zyada tareef kar raha hai. Woh to sirf simple abaya thi. Lekin haan, poora mahaul… sabke andar garamahut bhar deta tha.” 

Baatein aage badhti rahi, jaise hamesha hoti thi. Maine kaha ki bacche idhar udhar daudte hue mujhe apni bachpan ki shaadi ki harkaton ki yaad dila rahe the, aur woh pyar se yaad karti hui boli ki maine ek baar cousin ki shaadi mein dulhan ki dress par juice giraya tha. 

Hum dono hans pade, din ka tension pighalta ja raha tha — kam se kam uske liye to aisa lag raha tha. Lekin jaise jaise minute guzarte gaye, mere seene mein woh shaant sawaal badhta gaya. Reception ke kaafi hisse mein maine usko nahi dekha tha. Ek minute woh sweets table ke paas thi, muskurati hui rishtedaaron ko haath hila rahi thi, aur agle hi pal… gayab. 

Aisa uske saath aam nahi tha, khas kar family function mein bina bataye gayab ho jaana. Woh hamesha anchor hoti thi, sabko sambhaalti thi. Maine natural lull ka intezaar kiya, achanak poochna nahi chahta tha. 

“Ammi,” maine akhirkaar kaha, abhi bhi casual awaaz mein, taangein aage stretch karte hue, “shaadi ki baat karte hue… sach bataun to bahut tezi thi. Bahut kuchh ho raha tha, bahut log the. Main ceremonies aur toasts ke waqt aas-paas dekhta raha, lekin tum kahin nazar nahi aayi thodi der ke liye. Sab theek tha na? Kya tum chupke se chai pine chali gayi thi ya kuchh?” 

Uski reaction pehle halki thi, lekin maine pakad li — uske kandhe abaya ke neeche thode se tan gaye, ungliyan ruk gayi jab woh glass rakhne wali thi. 

Woh pretend karti rahi jaise kuchh nahi, wohi garam muskurahat dikhaati hui jo college exams aur teenage dil tootne par mujhe sukoon deti thi. “Arre beta,” usne smoothly kaha, awaaz steady lekin shuru mein halka sa hitch tha, jaise saans rokni padi ho. 

“Tu jaanta hai aisi shaadiyan kaisi hoti hain. Itni bheed, itne chehre. Shayad main peeche auntyon ke saath mil gayi thi. Ya shayad thodi fresh air ke liye bahar nikal gayi thi — hall lights aur bheed se thoda ghut raha tha. Koi fikar ki baat nahi, sach mein. Main koi important cheez miss nahi karna chahti thi.” 

Maine sir hilaaya, shabdon ko thoda der tak latkaane diya, usko dekhta hua. Woh bahut achhe se pretend kar rahi thi — cushion par peeth tek kar, scarf theek karti hui jaise sab kuchh bilkul normal ho. Lekin main apni Ammi ko jaanta tha. Woh kabhi jhooth nahi bolti thi. Meri zindagi mein ek baar bhi nahi. 

Aisha hamesha sachchai ki misaal thi, woh aurat jo bazaar mein extra paisa wapas kar deti thi chahe cashier ko pata na chale, jo khana jalne par pehle hi qabool kar leti thi, jo mujhe bacche ki tarah baitha kar yeh sikhati thi ki sach zindagi ki buniyaad hai — family, imaan, khud ki izzat. 

“Jhooth deewar mein crack ki tarah hota hai beta,” woh kehti thi, aankhein serious lekin pyar bhari. “Chhota shuru hota hai, lekin failta jaata hai jab tak poora ghar hilne na lage.” Woh kabhi kuchh chhupati nahi thi, chhote se chhote white lies bhi nahi. Agar dress usko suit na karti to tailor ko seedha bol deti. 

Agar community center ke lambe din ke baad thak gayi hoti to jhoothi muskurahat ke bajaye maanti thi. Wohi meri Ammi thi — seedhi, akhlaqi, apne _ values aur family ke pyar se anchored. Abbu hamesha mazak karte the ki woh “duniya ke liye bahut paak hai,” aur yeh sach tha. Usne mujhe bhi isi principle par pala tha, aur maine kabhi usko dagmagate nahi dekha tha. 

Lekin ab yahan woh ek chhoti si clever deflection bana rahi thi. Uski aankhein meri aankhon se seedhi mil rahi thi, koi gunah ki parchhai nahi. Sabse zyada yahi baat ne mujhe chhuya — bilkul koi gunah nahi. Uska chehra wohi laali bhara, santusht mask bana hua tha, jaise jo raaz woh chhupa rahi thi woh usko andar se chamka raha tha, bojh nahi de raha tha. 

Koi nazar neeche nahi, koi nervous harkat nahi us pehle tension ke baad jo usne jaldi smooth kar diya. Jaise woh affair — woh smooth baat karne wala Indian aadmi Vishal groom side se jo usko shaadi ke dauran le gaya tha — uske conscience par ek bhi saya nahi chhodta. 

Usne uske saath wahan hi chudai kar li thi, kisi shaant kone ya khali kamre mein jab shaadi ka jashn chal raha tha, aur ab yahan baithi woh shaant, garam khushi se chamak rahi thi. Chehre par koi pachtawa nahi, muh neeche nahi, aankhon mein koi sata hua look nahi. Yeh dekhna almost mesmerizing tha ki woh kitni untouched lag rahi thi, uski khoobsurati afterglow se aur badh gayi thi, uski baithak aaram se jaise yeh koi ordinary shaam ho. 

Woh phir topic badalne lagi, woh practiced grace se jo family dinner mein subjects change karne ke liye use karti thi. “Chhod na meri bhatakne ki baat — apne doston ke baare mein bata. Kya Rahim ne akhirkaar us ladki ko dance ke liye poocha jise woh dekhta rehta tha? Maine dekha woh baat kar rahe the, woh bahut nervous lag raha tha, bechara ladka.” Uski hanssi halki thi, mujhe safe ground par wapas laane ki dawat. 

Lekin main poora chhod nahi sakta tha, abhi nahi. Maine dheere se press kiya, awaaz curious rakhte hue na ki ilzaam bhari. “Samajh gaya Ammi — bheed overwhelming ho sakti hai. Lekin sach bataun, main har jagah dekha. Stage ke paas, entrance ke paas, garden area mein bhi jahan log photos le rahe the. Peak time mein kam se kam aadha ghanta tum nazar nahi aayi. Asal mein kahan gayi thi? Mujhe thodi chinta hone lagi thi.” 

Wohi tension phir aayi. Uski ungliyan sofa ke cushion ke kinaare par jakad gayi, aur ek pal ke liye woh hakla gayi, jawab mein sirf halka sa stutter. 

“Main… beta, kuchh khaas nahi tha. Shayad ladies area mein fresh hone gayi thi. Tu jaanta hai hall mein garmi kitni badhti hai, aur abaya ke saath thoda zyada ho jaata hai. Phir masjid group ki purani dost se mil gayi — asal mein Vishal ki behen — aur community projects ke baare mein baat karte karte waqt nikal gaya.” 

Yeh clever jawab tha, kuchh masoom cheez se jod kar, imaan se related jo woh jaanti thi main izzat karunga. Woh phir muskurayi, jaise sab settle ho gaya ho, lekin main dekh sakta tha uske gale par pulse kaise dhadak rahi thi, abaya ke neckline ke upar saaf dikhai de rahi thi. Woh ab jhooth bolne lagi thi, zaroorat ke wajah se — kyonki mujhe pata nahi chalna chahiye tha. 

Mujhe affair ke baare mein, shaadi ke jashn ke beech dhoka ke baare mein pata nahi chalna chahiye tha. Woh raaz humare beech invisible parde ki tarah latka hua tha, aur usko usko bachana tha, chahe uske liye woh sachchai ko modna padta jo usne hamesha muqaddas maana tha. 

Hum thodi der aur baith gaye, baatein phir halki taraf mud gayi jab usne weekend ke plans ke baare mein poocha, aur maine doston ke saath upcoming cricket match ke details bataye. Phir se normal flow ban gaya, lekin mere dimag mein woh undercurrent baaki tha. 

Woh badal rahi thi, ya kam se kam yeh pal uski woh taraf dikha raha tha jo maine kabhi nahi dekhi thi. Achanak cushion ke paas wala phone vibrate hua, halka sa buzz jo khamoshi mein fisfisahat ki tarah kaata. Woh chaunk gayi, poora jism thoda sa hil gaya, aankhein turant neeche phone par gayi phir usne jaldi se palat kar screen neeche kar diya aur thoda door sarka diya jaise garam ho. 

Main turant samajh gaya — yeh Vishal hi hoga. Woh aadmi jo shaadi ke dauran usko choda tha, ab shayad aur messages bhej raha tha jo uske chehre par yeh garamahut laaya tha. 

“Ammi, woh utha kyon nahi rahi ho?” maine poocha, awaaz innocent lekin probe karti hui, phone ki taraf sir hilaate hue. “Kai baar buzz kar chuka hai ab tak. Sab theek hai na? Kya Abbu check kar rahe hain?” 

Usne achhe se chhupaya, phone ko throw pillow ke neeche aur gehra sarka diya, haath thoda der tak wahan rakha taaki chhupa rahe. “Arre, kuchh important nahi beta. Sirf bank ka spam ya wedding planners ka group chat. Woh photos aur updates bhejte rehte hain — pareshan karne wale. Abhi usme nahi padna chahti. Hum to achhi Ammi-beta ki baat kar rahe hain na?” 

Uska bahana jhootha tha, wohi pretended nonchalance se diya gaya, lekin maine upar se accept kar liya, sir hilaate hue jaise bilkul sense ban raha ho. “Haan, sahi kaha. Woh group messages kabhi khatam hi nahi hote. Shaam ko usse kharab karne ki zarurat nahi.” 

Andar se main jaanta tha yeh jhooth tha. Jaise aaj raat ke baaki jhooth. Woh apna phone chhupa rahi thi, screen par jo bhi messages aa rahe the unko guard kar rahi thi — shayad Vishal ke, woh lafz jo wedding ke chori waqt ki aag ko zinda rakh rahe the. 

Shaam aise hi guzarti rahi, hamari baatein university ke dinon ki stories aur uske jawani ke events ki yaadon tak pahunch gayi. Hum purane family quirks par hanse, Abbu ke kal wapas aane ke liye kya pakana hai is par bahas ki, aur usne yeh bhi suggest kiya ki raat ko tablet par chhoti si ---c lecture clip dekh len taaki spiritual note par khatam ho. 

Sab normal lag raha tha, almost zyada normal, lekin main usme badlaav mehsoos kar sakta tha — woh ab nayi, unspoken confidence ke saath khud ko le ja rahi thi. Aakhirkaar main utha, stretch kiya. “Theek hai Ammi, main apne room mein jaa kar relax karta hoon. Lambe din tha. Zyada der mat jagna, theek hai?” 

Usne sir hilaaya, muskurate hue haath hilaati hui. “Achhi neend lena beta. Main thodi der aur yahan baith kar aaram kar lungi. Goodnight.” Main living room se nikla, kadam hallway mein goonj rahe the, lekin seedha apne darwaze ki taraf nahi gaya, balki adjacent alcove ke andhere mein chala gaya — woh tall bookshelf wala jahan se jhuk kar living room ka partial view mil sakta tha. Mera dil thoda tez dhadak raha tha jab main wahan chhup gaya, gap se jhaankte hue. 

Ab woh akeli thi, aur usne waqt waste nahi kiya. Usne pillow ke neeche se phone nikaala, screen ki naram blue roshni se uska chehra chamak utha. Aur oh, uska chehra kaise badal gaya. 

Usne neeche honth ko dheere se kaat liya jab padh rahi thi, gaal aur gehre laal ho gaye, aur woh sofa par hili, taangein cross-uncross karti hui ek chhoti si saans ke saath jo shaant kamre mein pahunch gayi. Uski ungliyan keyboard par tez tez chal rahi thi, responses type kar rahi thi jis speed aur eagerness se maine usko kabhi nahi dekha tha. 

Woh bilkul shameless thi isme, poori tarah absorbed, uski body language khuli aur inviting thi chahe woh akeli hi kyon na ho. Koi hallway ki taraf dekhti nahi, koi hesitation nahi uski harkaton mein. Jaise affair ne uske andar kuchh unlock kar diya ho — ek bhook jo woh khud se bhi chhupane ki koshish nahi kar rahi thi. 

Us pal usko Abbu ki koi parwah nahi thi, bilkul nahi. Woh aadmi jo is ghar ko uske saath banaya tha, jo us par poora bharosa karta tha, jo thick aur thin mein saath tha — kuchh bhi uske chehre par register nahi ho raha tha. 

Sirf yeh thrill tha, yeh excitement usme se nikal raha tha jab woh Vishal ko text kar rahi thi, shayad wedding ke dauran usne usko kaise liya tha har detail dohraati hui, aur aur waadon ki fisfisahat. 

Uski saansein thodi tez ho rahi thi, uska free haath absently abaya ke collarbone ke paas edge par trace kar raha tha, jaise sirf yaad hi usko phir se garam kar rahi ho. Bekhayal, bilkul bekhayal apne private duniya mein, family ki paakizaagi se zyada un gande, thrilling lafzon ko priority de rahi thi jo woh bhej raha tha. 

Main bahut der tak dekhta raha, mera chhupne ka spot secure tha lekin dimag tez chal raha tha. Aakhirkaar raat aur gehri ho gayi. Deewar ki ghadi midnight ke upar tick kar chuki thi, aur Ammi, shayad Vishal ke jo bhi meethi ya seductive lafz the — jo usko aur chamka rahe the — ke sahare bedroom mein nahi gayi jahan woh Abbu ke saath soti thi. 

Uski bajaye woh sofa par let gayi, halki blanket khud par kheench li, phone seene se chipka kar jaise koi secret khazana. Woh jaldi so gayi, chehre par abhi bhi santusht muskurahat thi, saansein steady aur gehri. Shayad uske achhe lafzon ne usko itni shaant neend di thi, jo routine shadi ki zindagi ke saalon mein nahi aayi thi. 

Main apne room mein aur aadha ghanta intezaar karta raha, chupke se pace karta hua, meri curiosity kabhi itni tez nahi thi. Mujhe jaanna tha usne usko kya bataya tha — kaunse messages ne meri sachchi, wafadar Ammi ko is excited, jhoothi version mein badal diya tha. Ghar bilkul shaant tha sirf door fridge ki halki awaaz ke alawa. 

Main neeche chupke se utra, nange pair thande tiles par bilkul silent. Living room andhera tha, sirf curtain se chhante moonlight se roshan. Ammi sofa par leti hui thi, chest blanket ke neeche uth gir rahi thi, ek haath aankhon par pada hua. 

Uska phone ab side table par tha, haath pahunchne layak lekin khatarnak tareeke se paas. Use bina jagaye uthana pehle impossible laga — mera dil itna zor se dhadak raha tha ki lag raha tha woh jag jayegi. Main inch by inch aage badha, saaye ki tarah, saans rok kar. Meri ungliyan hover ki, thodi kaanp rahi thi jab maine phone uthaya. 

Woh uske jism ki garmi se garam tha. Woh ek baar hili, neend mein kuchh asafal bolti hui, aur main freeze ho gaya, har muscle tan gaya, dua kar raha tha ki woh aankhein na khole. Seconds lambe ho gaye, lekin woh phir se settle ho gayi, saansein gehri ho gayi. Main chupke se saans chhodi aur kitchen alcove mein chala gaya, itna door ki safe ho lekin utna paas ki agar jagi to react kar sakun. 

Mere haath kaanp rahe the jab maine uska phone unlock kiya — usne saalon se wohi simple PIN use kiya tha, jo main jaanta tha jab maine set up karne mein madad ki thi. Screen chamak utha, aur main seedha messages mein gaya. Kuchh recent innocent group chats pehle aaye — rishtedaaron ke wedding photos share karte hue, masjid se Friday prayers ka reminder, Abbu ka sweet goodnight text ki woh late aayenge. 

Normal cheezein. Lekin jab main aur scroll kiya, to woh tha: Vishal ke saath chat. Main jo dekha usse bahut shocked ho gaya. 

 

[Harini13]

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[Ileana.]

Raat bhar ki bechaini aur dimaag mein chalte sawalon ke toofan ki wajah se meri aankh subah kaafi der se khuli. Mobile check kiya toh 10 baj rahe the. Suraj ki roshni kamre mein puri tarah phail chuki thi aur neeche se ghar walon ki aawazein aa rahi theen.
Main hadbada kar utha. "Shit! Bohot der ho gayi," maine socha aur jaldi se muh dhokar neeche bhaaga.
Dining area mein sab log breakfast kar rahe the. Mahaul bohot khushgawar tha. Hasi-mazak chal raha tha, chaye ke cup khanak rahe the.
Meri nazar seedha Ammi par gayi.
Wo Nani aur Najma Aunty ke beech baithi chaye ki chuski le rahi theen. Unhein dekh kar main ek pal ke liye thithak gaya.
Wo wahi Purple Cotton Silk Salwar Kameez pehne hue theen, jiska zikr unhone raat ko Vishal se kiya tha. Rang unke gore chehre par bohot khil raha tha. Suit ki fitting perfect thi ,na zyada tight, na zyada loose ,lekin kapda itna fine tha ki unke jism ke curves, khaas kar unka seena, prominent lag raha tha.
Lekin ek cheez alag thi.
Unhone veil nahi pehna tha, par baal khule bhi nahi the jaisa Vishal ne demand kiya tha. Unhone apne ghane kaalon baalon ka ek tight Jooda (Bun) bana rakha tha aur sar par ek loose dupatta odh rakha tha, jo baar-baar fisal kar unke kandhon par aa raha tha. Wo use laparwahi se wapas sar par rakh letiin.
Matlab unhone Vishal ki baat maani bhi thi aur nahi bhi.
"Aa gaya laat-saab?" Nani ne mujhe dekhte hi tanz kiya, par unke chehre par muskurahat thi. "Hum toh samjhe aaj poora din sota hi rahega."
"Sorry Nani, wo raat neend nahi aayi theek se," maine safayi di aur kursi kheench kar baith gaya.
Ammi ne meri taraf dekha aur muskura diin. "Jaldi nashta kar lo Sahil. Aaloo ke parathe banaye hain." Unki awaaz aur bartav bilkul normal tha. Aisa lag hi nahi raha tha ki ye wahi aurat hai jo raat ko 'panty' aur 'doodh' jaisi baatein kar rahi thi. Ye dogla-pan mujhe andar hi andar khaaye ja raha tha.
"Humein nikalna kab hai?" maine paratha lete hue poocha.
"Bas aadhe ghante mein," Mamu ne kaha. "Humne ek Mini Bus book karayi hai. Venue yahan se 10 km door hai aur parking ki dikkat ho sakti hai, isliye socha sab saath hi chalein."
"Haan, maza aayega, picnic jaisa ho jayega!" Riya chahak kar boli.
Ammi ke chehre par sukoon tha, wo Najma Aunty ki kisi baat par has rahi theen.
Nani ne Ammi ko toka, "Aisha, tera dupatta baar-baar gir raha hai. Pin laga le na."
Ammi ne sar hila diya, "Haan Maa, abhi room mein ja kar set karti hoon. Waise bhi garmi lag rahi hai aaj."
"Sahil, tu abhi tak baitha hai?" Nani ne daanta. "Ja jaldi naha le. Bus aa jayegi toh hum rukenge nahi tere liye."
Main jaldi se paratha khatam karke upar apne kamre ki taraf bhaaga.
Kamre mein ghuste hi maine apna towel aur kapde uthaye aur bathroom mein ghus gaya. Shower chalu kiya aur thande paani ke neeche khada ho gaya. Paani ki boondein mere dimaag ko thoda shaant kar rahi theen.
Main abhi sabun laga hi raha tha ki mujhe bathroom ke darwaze ke bahar, bedroom mein kisi ke aane ki aahat sunayi di.
Maine shower ka paani band nahi kiya par apne kaan tez kar liye.
"Sahil?" Ammi ki awaaz aayi.
"Jee Ammi, naha raha hoon," main andar se chillaya, awaaz ko normal rakhne ki koshish karte hue.
"Achha... sun, mera phone shayad bed par reh gaya hai kya?" unhone poocha.
"Pata nahi Ammi, maine nahi dekha," maine kaha.
Bahar thodi der khamoshi rahi. Phir maine suna Ammi apne aap se badbada rahi theen. "Kahan rakh diya... uff."
Phir mujhe dressing table ke stool ke khisne ki awaaz aayi. Shayad wo wahan baith gayin theen.
Main sochne laga ki wo chali jayengi, lekin wo gayi nahi.
"Sahil..." unki awaaz phir aayi, is baar thodi dheemi aur... alag. "Tu taiyaar ho raha hai na? Vishal ka message aaya tha... wo log pahunch gaye hain wahan."
Vishal ka naam sunte hi mere kaan khade ho gaye.
"Haan Ammi, bas 5 minute," maine kaha.
Maine jaldi se shower band kiya aur towel se badan ponchha. Wahin bathroom ke andar hi maine jeans aur shirt pehen li. Mere dimaag mein abhi bhi wahi khayaal ghoom raha tha ki Ammi bahar kya kar rahi hongi.

Maine ek gehra saans liya, khud ko normal dikhane ki koshish ki, aur bathroom ka darwaza khol diya.

Kamre mein AC ki thandi hawa ke saath Ammi ke mehenge perfume ki khushboo ghuli hui thi.

Ammi dressing table ke stool par baithi theen, aaine ke bilkul qareeb. Unki peeth meri taraf thi, lekin aaine mein main unka chehra aur unki saj-dhaj saaf dekh sakta tha.

Wo bade dhyaan se apne honthon par lipstick laga rahi theen. Chehre par makeup bohot light aur natural tha- bas aankhon mein halka sa kajal, lashes par mascara aur gaalon par halka sa blush. Lekin unke honth... wo dark red rang mein chamak rahe the, jo unke gore chehre par qayamat dha raha tha.

Unke kaanon mein wo bhaari bharkam traditional jhumke nahi the jo unhone nikah wale deen pahne the.Unki jagah, bade size ke sunehare Hoops (Baaliyan) the, jo unhein bohot modern aur 'chic' look de rahe the. Gale mein ek patla sa, nazuk Gold Necklace tha jo unke collarbone par chamak raha tha.

Unhone baayin kalaai (left wrist) mein ek Designer Watch pahni thi -Rose Gold strap wali, jo kaafi classy lag rahi thi. Aur daayin kalaai (right wrist) mein, unhone heavy choodiyon ki jagah, kuch Patli Gold Bangles aur unke beech mein suit se match karti hui Purple Glass Bangles pehen rakhi theen. Jab wo haath hila rahi theen, toh unki halki 'khan-khan' pure kamre mein goonj rahi thi.

Wo Purple Cotton Silk Kameez unke jism par janch raha tha. Kameez ka gala 'Boat-Neck' style ka tha, jo unki gardan aur shoulders ko highlight kar raha tha. Kameez ki fitting unke chest par ekdum tight thi, jisse unka ubhaar saaf pata chal raha tha, aur neeche kamar tak aate-aate wo thoda flowy ho gaya tha.
Neeche unhone Patiala Salwar pehen rakhi thi, jisme dher saari pleats theen. Wo salwar dikhne mein kaafi loose aur comfortable lag rahi thi, aur mujhe turant Vishal ki wo baat yaad aa gayi-"Salwar loose hai... koi rukawat nahi milegi."

Sabse badi baat-unke baal.
Wo 'tight jooda' (bun) gayab tha. Ammi ne apne ghane, lambe aur reshmi baalon ko poori tarah khol diya tha. Unhone baalon ko halka sa 'blow-dry' kiya tha jisse wo aur bhi bouncy lag rahe the. Dupatta ab sar par nahi, balki unhone stylish tareeke se ek kandhe par daal rakha tha aur doosra sira haath mein pakda hua tha.

Mujhe aaine mein dekhte hi wo rukiin. Unhone palat kar meri taraf dekha.
"Taiyaar ho gaye?" unhone poocha.

Main unhein bas dekhta reh gaya. "Jee... lekin Ammi..." maine jaan-bujh kar sawal kiya, unka reaction dekhne ke liye. "Nani toh keh rahi theen ki baal baandh kar chalo, dupata sar par lo. Aapne toh poore khol diye? Nani gussa karengi."
Mujhe laga tha wo darr jayengi ya koi bahana banayengi sar dard ka.
Lekin Ammi ne aisa kuch nahi kiya.
Wo apni jagah se uthiin, aaine mein dekh kar apne khule baalon ko ek haath se jhatka aur apni gardan thodi tedhi karke muskuraayiin. Unki wo muskurahat mein darr nahi, balki ek gazab ka Confidence tha.

"Are chhoro bhi Sahil," unhone beparwahi se kaha, aaine mein apni earring theek karte hue. "Tumhari Nani toh purane khayalat ki hain. Aaj kal sab fashion mein aise hi rehte hain. Aur waise bhi..."

Unhone meri taraf ghoom kar, seedha meri aankhon mein dekha aur apni ek lat (hair strand) ko ungli mein ghumaate hue boliin, "Mujhe lagta hai khule baal mujh par zyada suit karte hain. Main achi lag rahi hoon na?"

Unka ye andaaz... ye nakhra... ye meri Ammi nahi thi. Ye koi aur hi aurat thi jo aaj apni khoobsurti ki numaaish karne ke liye bekaraar thi.

"Haan... achi lag rahi hain," maine mushkil se gala saaf karte hue kaha.

"Good. Chalo ab, neeche sab wait kar rahe hain," unhone apna purse uthaya, jisme wo phone tha jo Vishal se juda tha, aur kamre se bahar nikal gayin.

Unke jaane ke baad bhi kamre mein unke perfume ki mehak reh gayi.
Hum neeche utre. Bahar ek safed rang ki Mini Bus khadi thi. Poora khandan usme sawar ho raha tha.

"Aao bhai, jaldi aao! Driver wait kar raha hai!" Mamu ne bus ki khidki se awaaz lagayi.

Ammi bus mein chadhin. Hawa chali aur unke khule baal udd kar unke chehre par aa gaye. Unhone style se unhein hataya aur Najma Aunty ke saath wali seat par ja kar baith gayin.

Main sabse aakhir mein chadha aur door ek khidki wali seat par akela baith gaya, jahan se main Ammi ko dekh sakta tha.
Bus start hui aur masti ka daur shuru ho gaya.

"Chalo bhai, bore nahi hona hai. Antakshari shuru karte hain!" Riya chilla kar boli.

"Team A ladke, Team B ladkiyan!"
Shor-o-gul shuru ho gaya. "Baithe baithe kya karein, karna hai kuch kaam..."

Sab log taaliyan baja rahe the, gaane ga rahe the. Hasi ke thahake lag rahe the. Mahaul bohot light aur energetic tha.

Mera cousin Sameer mere paas aaya aur mujhe kheenchne laga, "Abbe Sahil, gaana ga na! Tera turn hai 'M' se."
Maine uska haath jhatak diya. "Nahi yaar, mood nahi hai. Sar dard hai mera," maine bahana banaya aur khidki ke bahar dekhne laga. Main poori bheed mein akela (aloof) mehsoos kar raha tha.

Mera dimaag antakshari mein nahi, balki bus ki aage wali seat par tha.
Rearview mirror se mujhe Ammi ka chehra dikh raha tha.

Wo gaana nahi ga rahi theen, bas baaki logon ko dekh kar smile kar rahi theen aur beech-beech mein taali baja deti theen.
Lekin maine notice kiya... beech-beech mein, jab sab gaane mein mast hote, wo chori se apna phone apne purse se nikalti, apni god (lap) mein rakhti aur check karti.

Har baar phone dekhne ke baad, unke chehre par ek raazdaar muskurahat (secret smile) aa jati thi. Wo baar-baar apne khule baalon ko apni ungliyon se sehla rahi theen aur apni Designer watch mein time dekh rahi theen.

Jaise-jaise bus venue ke paas pahunch rahi thi, Ammi ki bechaini aur excitement badhti ja rahi thi. Aur peeche baitha main... main bas jal raha tha, yeh soch kar ki unki ye saari tayyari, ye khule baal, ye lipstick, ... sab us ek aadmi ke liye thi jo wahan shikaar karne ke liye taiyaar baitha tha.




This is the last update of Lucky222. Please keep consistency. Aisha didn't wear abaya and scarf. And request please avoid using dirty words such as tatty, fart bad smells etc...

[SachinNarvekar]

Deepak ji अम्मी vs मेरी फैंटेसी दुनिया ye story //// pe hai aap ye story continues karo

[Jhalla]

Nice to see you have started it again.

[Twilight123]

Wow.amazing update. Only you can continue this story
waiting for next update...

[Jhalla]

Raat bhar ki bechaini aur dimaag mein chalte sawalon ke toofan ki wajah se meri aankh subah kaafi der se khuli. Mobile check kiya toh 10 baj rahe the. Suraj ki roshni kamre mein puri tarah phail chuki thi aur neeche se ghar walon ki aawazein aa rahi theen.
Main hadbada kar utha. "Shit! Bohot der ho gayi," maine socha aur jaldi se muh dhokar neeche bhaaga.
Dining area mein sab log breakfast kar rahe the. Mahaul bohot khushgawar tha. Hasi-mazak chal raha tha, chaye ke cup khanak rahe the.
Meri nazar seedha Ammi par gayi.
Wo Nani aur Najma Aunty ke beech baithi chaye ki chuski le rahi theen. Unhein dekh kar main ek pal ke liye thithak gaya.
Wo wahi Purple Cotton Silk Salwar Kameez pehne hue theen, jiska zikr unhone raat ko Vishal se kiya tha. Rang unke gore chehre par bohot khil raha tha. Suit ki fitting perfect thi ,na zyada tight, na zyada loose ,lekin kapda itna fine tha ki unke jism ke curves, khaas kar unka seena, prominent lag raha tha.
Lekin ek cheez alag thi.
Unhone veil nahi pehna tha, par baal khule bhi nahi the jaisa Vishal ne demand kiya tha. Unhone apne ghane kaalon baalon ka ek tight Jooda (Bun) bana rakha tha aur sar par ek loose dupatta odh rakha tha, jo baar-baar fisal kar unke kandhon par aa raha tha. Wo use laparwahi se wapas sar par rakh letiin.
Matlab unhone Vishal ki baat maani bhi thi aur nahi bhi.
"Aa gaya laat-saab?" Nani ne mujhe dekhte hi tanz kiya, par unke chehre par muskurahat thi. "Hum toh samjhe aaj poora din sota hi rahega."
"Sorry Nani, wo raat neend nahi aayi theek se," maine safayi di aur kursi kheench kar baith gaya.
Ammi ne meri taraf dekha aur muskura diin. "Jaldi nashta kar lo Sahil. Aaloo ke parathe banaye hain." Unki awaaz aur bartav bilkul normal tha. Aisa lag hi nahi raha tha ki ye wahi aurat hai jo raat ko 'panty' aur 'doodh' jaisi baatein kar rahi thi. Ye dogla-pan mujhe andar hi andar khaaye ja raha tha.
"Humein nikalna kab hai?" maine paratha lete hue poocha.
"Bas aadhe ghante mein," Mamu ne kaha. "Humne ek Mini Bus book karayi hai. Venue yahan se 10 km door hai aur parking ki dikkat ho sakti hai, isliye socha sab saath hi chalein."
"Haan, maza aayega, picnic jaisa ho jayega!" Riya chahak kar boli.
Ammi ke chehre par sukoon tha, wo Najma Aunty ki kisi baat par has rahi theen.
Nani ne Ammi ko toka, "Aisha, tera dupatta baar-baar gir raha hai. Pin laga le na."
Ammi ne sar hila diya, "Haan Maa, abhi room mein ja kar set karti hoon. Waise bhi garmi lag rahi hai aaj."
"Sahil, tu abhi tak baitha hai?" Nani ne daanta. "Ja jaldi naha le. Bus aa jayegi toh hum rukenge nahi tere liye."
Main jaldi se paratha khatam karke upar apne kamre ki taraf bhaaga.
Kamre mein ghuste hi maine apna towel aur kapde uthaye aur bathroom mein ghus gaya. Shower chalu kiya aur thande paani ke neeche khada ho gaya. Paani ki boondein mere dimaag ko thoda shaant kar rahi theen.
Main abhi sabun laga hi raha tha ki mujhe bathroom ke darwaze ke bahar, bedroom mein kisi ke aane ki aahat sunayi di.
Maine shower ka paani band nahi kiya par apne kaan tez kar liye.
"Sahil?" Ammi ki awaaz aayi.
"Jee Ammi, naha raha hoon," main andar se chillaya, awaaz ko normal rakhne ki koshish karte hue.
"Achha... sun, mera phone shayad bed par reh gaya hai kya?" unhone poocha.
"Pata nahi Ammi, maine nahi dekha," maine kaha.
Bahar thodi der khamoshi rahi. Phir maine suna Ammi apne aap se badbada rahi theen. "Kahan rakh diya... uff."
Phir mujhe dressing table ke stool ke khisne ki awaaz aayi. Shayad wo wahan baith gayin theen.
Main sochne laga ki wo chali jayengi, lekin wo gayi nahi.
"Sahil..." unki awaaz phir aayi, is baar thodi dheemi aur... alag. "Tu taiyaar ho raha hai na? Vishal ka message aaya tha... wo log pahunch gaye hain wahan."
Vishal ka naam sunte hi mere kaan khade ho gaye.
"Haan Ammi, bas 5 minute," maine kaha.
Maine jaldi se shower band kiya aur towel se badan ponchha. Wahin bathroom ke andar hi maine jeans aur shirt pehen li. Mere dimaag mein abhi bhi wahi khayaal ghoom raha tha ki Ammi bahar kya kar rahi hongi.

Maine ek gehra saans liya, khud ko normal dikhane ki koshish ki, aur bathroom ka darwaza khol diya.

Kamre mein AC ki thandi hawa ke saath Ammi ke mehenge perfume ki khushboo ghuli hui thi.

Ammi dressing table ke stool par baithi theen, aaine ke bilkul qareeb. Unki peeth meri taraf thi, lekin aaine mein main unka chehra aur unki saj-dhaj saaf dekh sakta tha.

Wo bade dhyaan se apne honthon par lipstick laga rahi theen. Chehre par makeup bohot light aur natural tha- bas aankhon mein halka sa kajal, lashes par mascara aur gaalon par halka sa blush. Lekin unke honth... wo dark red rang mein chamak rahe the, jo unke gore chehre par qayamat dha raha tha.

Unke kaanon mein wo bhaari bharkam traditional jhumke nahi the jo unhone nikah wale deen pahne the.Unki jagah, bade size ke sunehare Hoops (Baaliyan) the, jo unhein bohot modern aur 'chic' look de rahe the. Gale mein ek patla sa, nazuk Gold Necklace tha jo unke collarbone par chamak raha tha.

Unhone baayin kalaai (left wrist) mein ek Designer Watch pahni thi -Rose Gold strap wali, jo kaafi classy lag rahi thi. Aur daayin kalaai (right wrist) mein, unhone heavy choodiyon ki jagah, kuch Patli Gold Bangles aur unke beech mein suit se match karti hui Purple Glass Bangles pehen rakhi theen. Jab wo haath hila rahi theen, toh unki halki 'khan-khan' pure kamre mein goonj rahi thi.

Wo Purple Cotton Silk Kameez unke jism par janch raha tha. Kameez ka gala 'Boat-Neck' style ka tha, jo unki gardan aur shoulders ko highlight kar raha tha. Kameez ki fitting unke chest par ekdum tight thi, jisse unka ubhaar saaf pata chal raha tha, aur neeche kamar tak aate-aate wo thoda flowy ho gaya tha.
Neeche unhone Patiala Salwar pehen rakhi thi, jisme dher saari pleats theen. Wo salwar dikhne mein kaafi loose aur comfortable lag rahi thi, aur mujhe turant Vishal ki wo baat yaad aa gayi-"Salwar loose hai... koi rukawat nahi milegi."

Sabse badi baat-unke baal.
Wo 'tight jooda' (bun) gayab tha. Ammi ne apne ghane, lambe aur reshmi baalon ko poori tarah khol diya tha. Unhone baalon ko halka sa 'blow-dry' kiya tha jisse wo aur bhi bouncy lag rahe the. Dupatta ab sar par nahi, balki unhone stylish tareeke se ek kandhe par daal rakha tha aur doosra sira haath mein pakda hua tha.

Mujhe aaine mein dekhte hi wo rukiin. Unhone palat kar meri taraf dekha.
"Taiyaar ho gaye?" unhone poocha.

Main unhein bas dekhta reh gaya. "Jee... lekin Ammi..." maine jaan-bujh kar sawal kiya, unka reaction dekhne ke liye. "Nani toh keh rahi theen ki baal baandh kar chalo, dupata sar par lo. Aapne toh poore khol diye? Nani gussa karengi."
Mujhe laga tha wo darr jayengi ya koi bahana banayengi sar dard ka.
Lekin Ammi ne aisa kuch nahi kiya.
Wo apni jagah se uthiin, aaine mein dekh kar apne khule baalon ko ek haath se jhatka aur apni gardan thodi tedhi karke muskuraayiin. Unki wo muskurahat mein darr nahi, balki ek gazab ka Confidence tha.

"Are chhoro bhi Sahil," unhone beparwahi se kaha, aaine mein apni earring theek karte hue. "Tumhari Nani toh purane khayalat ki hain. Aaj kal sab fashion mein aise hi rehte hain. Aur waise bhi..."

Unhone meri taraf ghoom kar, seedha meri aankhon mein dekha aur apni ek lat (hair strand) ko ungli mein ghumaate hue boliin, "Mujhe lagta hai khule baal mujh par zyada suit karte hain. Main achi lag rahi hoon na?"

Unka ye andaaz... ye nakhra... ye meri Ammi nahi thi. Ye koi aur hi aurat thi jo aaj apni khoobsurti ki numaaish karne ke liye bekaraar thi.

"Haan... achi lag rahi hain," maine mushkil se gala saaf karte hue kaha.

"Good. Chalo ab, neeche sab wait kar rahe hain," unhone apna purse uthaya, jisme wo phone tha jo Vishal se juda tha, aur kamre se bahar nikal gayin.

Unke jaane ke baad bhi kamre mein unke perfume ki mehak reh gayi.
Hum neeche utre. Bahar ek safed rang ki Mini Bus khadi thi. Poora khandan usme sawar ho raha tha.

"Aao bhai, jaldi aao! Driver wait kar raha hai!" Mamu ne bus ki khidki se awaaz lagayi.

Ammi bus mein chadhin. Hawa chali aur unke khule baal udd kar unke chehre par aa gaye. Unhone style se unhein hataya aur Najma Aunty ke saath wali seat par ja kar baith gayin.

Main sabse aakhir mein chadha aur door ek khidki wali seat par akela baith gaya, jahan se main Ammi ko dekh sakta tha.
Bus start hui aur masti ka daur shuru ho gaya.

"Chalo bhai, bore nahi hona hai. Antakshari shuru karte hain!" Riya chilla kar boli.

"Team A ladke, Team B ladkiyan!"
Shor-o-gul shuru ho gaya. "Baithe baithe kya karein, karna hai kuch kaam..."

Sab log taaliyan baja rahe the, gaane ga rahe the. Hasi ke thahake lag rahe the. Mahaul bohot light aur energetic tha.

Mera cousin Sameer mere paas aaya aur mujhe kheenchne laga, "Abbe Sahil, gaana ga na! Tera turn hai 'M' se."
Maine uska haath jhatak diya. "Nahi yaar, mood nahi hai. Sar dard hai mera," maine bahana banaya aur khidki ke bahar dekhne laga. Main poori bheed mein akela (aloof) mehsoos kar raha tha.

Mera dimaag antakshari mein nahi, balki bus ki aage wali seat par tha.
Rearview mirror se mujhe Ammi ka chehra dikh raha tha.

Wo gaana nahi ga rahi theen, bas baaki logon ko dekh kar smile kar rahi theen aur beech-beech mein taali baja deti theen.
Lekin maine notice kiya... beech-beech mein, jab sab gaane mein mast hote, wo chori se apna phone apne purse se nikalti, apni god (lap) mein rakhti aur check karti.

Har baar phone dekhne ke baad, unke chehre par ek raazdaar muskurahat (secret smile) aa jati thi. Wo baar-baar apne khule baalon ko apni ungliyon se sehla rahi theen aur apni Designer watch mein time dekh rahi theen.

Jaise-jaise bus venue ke paas pahunch rahi thi, Ammi ki bechaini aur excitement badhti ja rahi thi. Aur peeche baitha main... main bas jal raha tha, yeh soch kar ki unki ye saari tayyari, ye khule baal, ye lipstick, ... sab us ek aadmi ke liye thi jo wahan shikaar karne ke liye taiyaar baitha tha.




This is the last update of Lucky222. Please keep consistency. Aisha didn't wear abaya and scarf. And request please avoid using dirty words such as tatty, fart bad smells etc...

Right

[Phallus]

This is the last update of Lucky222. Please keep consistency. Aisha didn't wear abaya and scarf. And request please avoid using dirty words such as tatty, fart bad smells etc...


Agree

[Shahanaz]

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