Adultery Ek Mummy Ka Anokha Safar: Bholi Maa Ki Besharam Kahani

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Jaise hi Prakash bathroom se bahar aaya, Prinsi abhi bhi mobile mein busy thi. "Chalo light off kar dete hain. Mujhe subah jaldi uthna hai.." usne bedroom ki light band kar di aur bed par let gaya. Bedroom lamp ki halki thandi roshni kamre mein phaili hui thi.

"Good night dear.." Prakash ne Prinsi se kaha. "Good night, sweet dreams.." usne muskuraate huye jawab diya.

Prakash ne Prinsi ki taraf peeth kar li aur bed sheet odh li. Lekin Prinsi ko abhi bhi neend nahi aa rahi thi. Usse abhi bhi yakeen nahi ho raha tha ki jo hua wo sach tha ya nahi. Woh neend ke liye tarap rahi thi aur bed par karvatein badal rahi thi. Usne ghadi dekhi, raat ke 10:30 baj rahe the. 

Achanak uske smartphone par ek beep hui, WhatsApp par ek naya message aaya tha.


"Hello Aunty.. abhi tak jaag rahi hain..?" Prinsi ne Prakash ki taraf dekha, wo pehle hi so chuka tha. Usne dheere se reply type karna shuru kiya.




Vikram dinner ko lekar puri tarah se niraash tha. Har cheez mein Sameer us par bhaari pad raha tha, chahe wo dressing ho ya Prinsi ke saath baatein karna aur moves maarna. Uske ghar se laut-te waqt wo bahut kam bola. Aaj wo Prinsi ka bilkul bhi dhyaan apni taraf nahi khinch paya tha. Wo puri tarah Sameer mein khoi hui thi. Sameer ko itna excited dekh kar usse gussa aa raha tha. Sameer pure raste apne adventure ki baatein haank raha tha.

"Tujhe pata hai, maine lagbhag usse touch kar hi liya tha. Wo kutiya sharma rahi thi jab maine apna lund us par press kiya.." Sameer bike ke peeche baithe huye excitement mein Vikram ke kandhe par thapki maar raha tha.

"Madarchod bas kar.. mera balance bigad jayega.." Vikram ko uski jeet ki baatein sunne mein koi interest nahi tha.

"Haha.. tu jal raha hai mere bhai.." Sameer zor se hasa. "Chup kar saale.. utar ab, tera ghar aa gaya." Vikram ne ek bade gate ke samne bike rok di.

"Hey, tu andar nahi aa raha?" Sameer heraan tha jab Vikram ne aisa kiya. Roz toh wo aadhi raat tak hi nikalta tha. "Hume aaj celebrate karna chahiye... dude" Sameer ka din khatam karne ka koi mood nahi tha.

"Nahi mujhe neend aa rahi hai. Tu dekh le.. mujhe rest chahiye." Aur bina kuch kahe Vikram ne accelerator dabaya aur waha se nikal gaya.
Vikram college hostel mein hi reh raha tha. Uske parents Dubai mein kaam karne wale ameer NRIs the. Unhone apne bete ko achhi education ke liye Kerala bheja tha. Unhone kafi zyada donation dekar uske liye ek management seat kharidi thi. Vikram ko gate se andar aate dekh uske batchmates uski taraf daude. "Hey man.. dinner kaisa tha hume bhi batao.. waha kya-kya hua.."

Wo muskuraaya, "Main bahut thak gaya hoon dosto.. sab kuch kal bataunga. Jao aur so jao bacho," usne ek mazaakiya lehje mein kaha. Usne apne aas-paas ke ladkon ki aankhon mein jalan dekhi. Wo apni bechari halat unhe nahi dikhana chahta tha. Unhe lagne do ki maine enjoy kiya. Wo bina kisi aur sawal ka jawab diye apne kamre mein ghusa aur darwaza andar se band kar liya. Usne gusse mein blue plastic ke kachre ke dibbe ko laat maari. Trash paper aur plastic bags har taraf udne lage. Wo lakdi ke double bed par let gaya. Usne apne joote tak utaarne ki zehmat nahi ki.

Usne apna mobile khola aur dinner ke dauran li gayi photos dekhne laga. Aaj ki sham bas yahi ek achhi cheez hui thi. Uske paas Prinsi ki kayi poses mein photos thi jo usne chupke se living room aur kitchen mein li thi. Uski aankhein ek photo par tik gayi jaha wo paani bhar rahi thi, leggings mein uski thig*s (jaanghein) dekh kar usne apne private part ko touch kiya.

Usse apni tension release karni thi, usne apni girlfriend ko call karne ka socha. Achanak usse yaad aaya ki usne shop register se Prinsi ka number save kiya tha. Usne WhatsApp par search kiya, wo wahi thi. Agle hi pal wo message type kar raha tha.

"Hello Aunty.. abhi tak jaag rahi hain?" Uska dil zor se dhadak raha tha. Usiki aankhein screen par tiki hui thi, aur uski ungliyan kaanp rahi thi jab usne dekha ki wo (Prinsi) reply type kar rahi hai.

Prinsi ne send karne se pehle ek baar phir Prakash ko check kiya. "Hello.. nahi.. bas koshish kar rahi hoon.." Prakash ke kharrate sunne ke baad usne send button daba diya.

"Hey Aunty, main Vikram hoon, umeed hai aapko yaad hoga..?"

"Haan main jaanti hoon Vikram.." Prinsi ne pehle hi uski profile pic check kar li thi aur uski photo dekhne ke baad hi jawab diya tha.

"Dinner ke liye thank you aunty.. bahut swadisht tha.."

"You are welcome Vikram..?"

"Toh kya kar rahi hain Aunty..?" Vikram bahut tezi se type kar raha tha. Usne darwaze par kisi ke khatkhatane ki awaaz suni. "Bhaiyo mujhe thoda rest karne do, kal baat karenge." Is rukawat se wo kafi gusse mein tha.

"Kuch nahi bas sone ki koshish kar rahi hoon.." usne ab Prinsi ka message screen par flashing hote dekha.

"Uncle kahan hain.. so gaye kya?" Ye type karte waqt uski heart beat badh gayi.

"Hmmm.." wahan se bas ek shabd ka jawab aaya.

"Ahh sorry for you.. ☹️" ye jaan kar wo excited ho gaya ki Prakash so chuka hai.

"Wo kaam se thak gaye the na.." Prinsi ka jawab turant aaya.

"Lekin phir bhi.. unhe aapse pehle nahi sona chahiye tha..? boring hai na.."

"Oh mujhe iski aadat hai dear.. ☹️" [Vikram ne socha: ahh ye toh khul rahi hai yaar!]

"Toh hamare jaane ke baad aapne kya kiya..?" usne utsukta (curiosity) se type kiya.

"Kuch nahi bas gandi plates sink mein rakhi aur sone chali gayi.."

"Toh aapne bath nahi liya ya dress change nahi ki..?" usne ek naughty smile ke saath send kiya.

"Haha.. maine dress change ki hai." Prinsi ne muskurate huye jawab diya.

"Haha.. sote waqt dress na pehenna hi behtar hai?" ye type karte waqt usne apne private part ko touch kiya. Usne gallery kholi aur phir se kitchen wali photo mein uski thig*s (jaanghein) dekh kar maze lene laga.

"You naughty..?" Vikram ka message dekh kar Prinsi sharma gayi.

"Toh agar aapko bura na lage, kya aap mujhe apni ek photo bhej sakti hain...?" usne apni kismat aazmane ka faisla kiya.

"Hey Vikram, main abhi bed mein hoon..." Prinsi thodi jhijhak rahi thi.

"Please Aunty... bas ek selfie le kar mujhe bhej do na... bas selfie na... aur kuch nahi... please Aunty."

Prinsi ne Prakash ko check karne ke liye apne aas-paas dekha. Pata nahi kyun dinner ka asar abhi tak gaya nahi tha, wo uske bure iradon ko jaanti thi, phir bhi inkaar nahi kar pa rahi thi. Usne camera khola aur ek photo lekar Vikram ko bhej di.

Photo dekhte hi Vikram ka lund action mein aa gaya. Prinsi bed par peeth ke bal leti hui thi, Prakash ki peeth bhi side mein dikh rahi thi. Uske baal takiye par khule huye phaili huye the. Uske chubby cheeks laal aur thode oily the. Uske puffy hont geele aur juicy the. Us pink cotton nightie ki chhoti sleeves uske fleshy shoulder aur upper arm ko expose kar rahi thi. Gol gala koi cleavage nahi dikha raha tha, lekin uske gol curvy bosoms (uroj) puri tarah nazar aa rahe the. Uska mangal sutra uske gol globes ke beech se hokar ja raha tha. Nightie ki neckline se shuru hone wali chhoti pleats uske breasts ke oval shape ko compliment kar rahi thi.

"Thank you Aunty? ... Kya aapke paas headset hai aunty?"

"Hmmm..." us ek shabd ke jawab se wo samajh gaya ki iska kya matlab hai. Jaise aage badhne ki permission mil gayi ho.

"Kya hum thodi der baat kar sakte hain Aunty... type karte-karte meri ungliyan dard kar rahi hain...?"

"Ahh abhi raat hai na Vikram.. agar koi sun lega toh.."

"Ahh kaun sunega Aunty, Uncle toh so rahe hain na... please Aunty.."

Usse wahan se koi jawab nahi mila. Usne kuch minute intezaar kiya aur audio call button daba diya. Doosri taraf ghanti bajne lagi.

Prinsi ne Prakash ki taraf dekha, wo gehri neend mein tha. Usne screen par answer button dheere se dabaya. "Hello.." Jab usne doosri taraf se husk*y sound suna toh uske jism mein ek siharan daud gayi.

"Hello Aunty.. thank you.." Usne apna right hand neeche kiya aur dheere se apni jeans unbuckle kar di.

"Hmmm..." doosri taraf se ek naram awaaz aayi. Usne dheere se apni jeans apne ghutnon tak neeche sarka di.

"Dinner ke liye thank you Aunty, wo bahut swadisht tha.." usne undies (kachhe) par apna lund press kiya. Usne apni ungliyon par undies ke upar precum feel kiya jaise hi usne undie*s neeche sarkayi.

"It's okay Vikram.. ye bas restaurant se tha.." wo microphone ke zariye dheere se bol rahi thi, beech-beech mein Prakash ko ghoor rahi thi.

"Kya uncle abhi bhi so rahe hain Aunty..?" usne photo ki taraf dekhte huye pucha. Usne breast*s wale portion ko dekhne ke liye zoom kiya.

"Hmmm.." usne saans lene ki awaazon ke saath halka sa jawab suna.

"Ahh sorry Aunty.. kya aap bore nahi hoti Aunty.. aap is nightie mein bahut beautiful lag rahi hain Aunty.."

"Thank you Vikram.." use samajh nahi aa raha tha ki aur kya kahe.

Wo zoomed photo mein nightie ke niche breasts ko cover karti hui safed bra ko dekh paa raha tha. Usne apna lund sahlana (stroking) shuru kar diya. "Kya aap raat mein hamesha nightie hi pehenti hain Aunty..?" uski saansein bhari hone lagi thin. Prinsi uski tez aur aniyamit (irregular) saanson ki awaaz sun paa rahi thi.

"Zyadatar waqt.."

Vikram screen ko apne honton ke paas laya aur photo mein uske boso*ms par kiss kiya.

"Abhi kya kar rahi hain Aunty..?" uski awaaz dabi ja rahi thi.. uski taangon ke beech tension badhti ja rahi thi. "Kuch nahi.." Prinsi ko ehsaas tha ki doosri taraf kya ho raha hai, lekin wo masoom banne ka naatak kar rahi thi.

"Kya aap jaanti hain main kya kar raha hoon Aunty..?" wo zor-zor se saansein le raha tha. Wo tezi se apna lund sehla raha tha.

"Hmmm.." doosri taraf se ek naram awaaz aayi. Wo ab aur bardasht nahi kar paa raha tha. "Kya aap dekhna chahti hain Aunty..?" uska gala phir se bhar aaya.. ye jaankar ki wo jaanti hai ki wo kya kar raha hai, wo pagal ho raha tha. Usne karahna (moaning) shuru kiya "ahh".

"Hell noo..." Prinsi ne headset ki awaaz kam kar di kyunki awaaz bahar nikal rahi thi.

"Love you Aunty.. ahhh" Wo ab khud ko rok nahi paya aur ek tez aah ke saath usne sab apni chhati par spray kar diya.

"Thank you Aunty.. love you.. kya aap sure hain ki aap ise dekhna nahi chahti..?" usne use chhedte huye kaha. "Vikram.. tum ek number ke tharki (pervert) ho." wo khilkhila kar hasi.

"Utna ganda nahi jitni tum ho Prinsi.. umeed hai main tumse roz baat kar sakta hoon.. unhe disturb mat karna, unhe roz waqt par sone dena.."

"Chee.. naughty.. goodnight Vikram.." wo ab baat ko aage nahi badhana chahti thi. Usne notice kiya ki wo ab thoda dominant ho raha tha.

"Good night Dirty Prinsi.. kal baat karte hain.." ye sunte hi usne call disconnect kar di. AC mein bhi use kafi pasina aa raha tha.

Vikram ke chehre par ek shatir muskuraahat thi. Usse apni kismat par yakeen nahi ho raha tha. Din bhar ki uski saari niraasha ab khatam ho chuki thi. Usne Sameer ko ek message type kiya.. "Saala, Kutta, Kamina, main game mein andar hoon.. ?"

Doosri taraf, Prinsi ko abhi bhi neend nahi aa rahi thi. Wo bed par idhar-udhar karvatein badal rahi thi. Usne niraasha ke saath apne pati (Prakash) ki taraf dekha.

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Prinsi ko neend bahut der se aayi. Wo saari raat bed par karvatein badalti rahi. Jab wo agle din uthi toh Prakash pehle se hi restaurant ke liye taiyaar ho raha tha. Usne subah ka alarm tak nahi suna. Sunti bhi kaise, wo kal ki baaton aur ghatnaon se bahut thak chuki thi.

"Good Morning dear.." Prakash ne use jaagte dekh wish kiya. "Good Morning Dear.." Prinsi ne dhire se jawab diya, uski aankhein bhari thi. Usne apni aankhein kholi toh tez roshni uski aankhon mein chubhi. Usne turant apni aankhein band kar li. Usne uthte waqt pehle kabhi itni kamzori mehsoos nahi ki thi.

"Dear mujhe nikalna hoga, subah ke 6 baj chuke hain. Kya kuch jaldi se khane ke liye mil sakta hai?" "Ahh mujhe 5 minute do dear.." usne angdai li aur dhire se uthi.

"Kya hua dear.. kal raat soyi nahi kya..?" Prakash ne masoom banne ka natak kiya halanki use thoda andaza tha ki wo kal raat kyun nahi so payi hogi. Use laga ki shayad Sameer ke saath jo hua us wajah se wo so nahi payi.

"Haan thoda late ho gaya tha.. weekend hai na toh thak gayi thi.. Kya omelet aur black coffee chalega?" usne turant topic badal diya. Wo kal raat ki baaton ko lekar kafi confused thi. Wo samajh nahi paa rahi thi ki uska mood kaisa hai, Guilty (gunahgaar)? ya Elevated (kafi high)? lekin wo dukhi toh bilkul nahi thi. Usne apna chehra dhoya aur niche kitchen ki taraf bhagi.

Jab tak Prakash ne taiyaar hona khatam kiya, Prinsi uske liye coffee aur omelet bana chuki thi. "Tumhe mujhe pehle bula lena chahiye tha dear.." wo breakfast lekar dining table par aayi. Dining table par pahunchte hi kal ki saari baatein uske dimaag mein flashes ki tarah aane lagi. 

Prakash thik usi jagah baitha tha jahan kal Sameer baitha tha. Uska dil phir se zor se dhadakne laga.

"Kya tum ab thik mehsoos kar rahi ho dear..?" Prakash ne uske chehre ki taraf dekha. Wo uski bhari aankhein dekh sakta tha, lekin wo khush aur shaant dikh rahi thi, shayad thodi excited bhi.

"Main bilkul thik hoon dear.. meri chinta mat karo." Wo aage jhuki aur uske gaal par kiss kiya. Prakash puri tarah se hairan reh gaya; pichle kuch saalon mein usne aisa kabhi nahi kiya tha. Wo aaj ek alag hi mood mein lag rahi thi. Wo turant use koi jawab nahi de paya. Usne khud ko kosa jab usne dekha ki wo gandi plates se bhari sink ki taraf ja rahi hai. Use niraash hona chahiye tha. Lekin uski hairani ka thikana nahi raha jab usne dekha ki wo bartan dhote waqt ek Hindi item number gunguna rahi thi aur gaane ki dhun par apni kamar (waist) dhire-dhire hila rahi thi. Uske gol hip cheeks dhun ke saath upar-niche ho rahe the. Koi nahi keh sakta tha ki ye wahi Prinsi hai jo kafi kamzor thi aur Sameer se dari hui thi (ya kya wo sach mein dari thi?).

"Theek hai dear main nikal raha hoon, main bahar se darwaza lock kar dunga.." Prakash ne apna breakfast khatam karke kaha. Wo Prinsi ko uske kaam karne se rokna nahi chahta tha.

"Thank you.. love you dear.." ["Wow ye toh kafi achhe mood mein hai. Kuch hi ghanton mein kitna badlav."] Usne uski taraf hath hilaya aur bahar se darwaza band kar diya.

Bartan dhone mein usse lagbhag ek ghanta lag gaya. Usne ghadi ki taraf dekha, subah ke 7:30 baj chuke the. Raj abhi tak nahi utha tha. Wo tezi se upar gayi, Raj ke bedroom ka darwaza andar se band tha. Usne darwaza khatkhataya. "Hey Raj.. kya tum abhi tak so rahe ho. Utho beta.. tumhe class ke liye deri ho jayegi."

Raj pehle se hi jaag raha tha. Lekin wo Prinsi ka samna karne mein bahut sharm mehsoos kar raha tha. Mobile store wale haadse ke baad dono ne kabhi dhang se baat nahi ki thi. Wo jab se utha tha tab se bed par hi baitha tha. Uthne ke baad sabse pehla kaam usne apna phone on karne ka kiya. Usne dekha ki Facebook par uske liye bahut saare notifications aaye the. Bahut saari friendship requests thi. Zyadatar uske college seniors ki thi. Sameer ne group mein jo photo post ki thi, uske niche saikdon comments the jo dinner ki updates maang rahe the. Dastak sunte hi usne jaldi se app band kar diya.

"Main jaag gaya hoon mom.. jaldi taiyaar ho jaunga... aap abhi ja sakti hain" wo apni maa ka samna nahi karna chahta tha. Post ke niche kuch comments padhne ke baad wo unki aankhon mein aankhein daal kar dekhne ke kaabil nahi tha.

Jaise hi wo apne bag-pack ke saath dining room mein aaya, Prinsi ka samna karne ki uski saari tension khatam ho gayi. Table par pehle se hi uski favourite Idli aur Sambar rakha tha. Prinsi ne kitchen se muskuraate huye uska swagat kiya.

"Good Morning dear..."

"Good Morning Mom.." Usne thodi himmat jutayi aur unke chehre ki taraf dekha. Wo khush dikh rahi thi, aisa lag raha tha jaise unhe kal ki baaton ka kuch yaad hi nahi. Unhe rozana se zyada khush dekh kar usne rahat ki saans li.

"Idli bahut badhiya thi mom... main ab nikal raha hoon.. bye mom.." Wo jitni jaldi ho sake ghar se nikalna chahta tha. Ghar mein sirf mom ke saath rehna uske liye ab bardasht ke bahar tha. Unke saath akele hona thoda awkward lag raha tha.

"Raj beta ek minute ruko" Prinsi ne use beech mein hi rok diya. Wo kitchen se daudti hui wapas aayi. Usne TV stand se ek envelope uthaya.

"Beta ye Vikram ko de dena, mera ID proof aur Photo.. kal, wo ye lena bhool gaye the." wo thodi der ruki. Phir halki awaaz mein boli.."Sirf 
Vikram ko hi dena.." Ye kehte waqt unki aankhein idhar-udhar ghum rahi thi.

Raj ke hath se envelope lagbhag girne hi wala tha, uske dimaag ko ye baat hazam karne mein kuch seconds lage. Usse apni aankhon par yakeen nahi ho raha tha, uski mom sharma (blushing) rahi thi. Unke gaal laal the. Wo thik se eye contact nahi kar paa rahi thi. Envelope pakadte waqt uske hath kaanp rahe the. Usne sar hilaya aur bahar nikal gaya. Gate ke aage nikalne ke baad usne ek baar peeche mudkar dekha. Prinsi darwaze par khadi muskuraate huye usiki taraf dekh rahi thi. Wo phone mein kuch type kar rahi thi.

Vikram, Sameer ke saath apni class ke bahar ladkon ke ek group ke saath khada tha. Har koi dinner ke baare mein sunna chahta tha aur dono hi unhe thodi-thodi baatein bata kar chhed rahe the. Achanak Vikram ka phone beep hua.

'One message from Slutty Mom' us par likha tha. Ye Prinsi ka message tha. Wo muskuraaya aur group se thoda side hat gaya. Wo thoda niraash tha ki Prinsi ne uske subah ke 'good morning' ka jawab nahi diya tha. Usne message khola.

"Good Morning Naughty ?.. Neend kaisi aayi ? ?? mera phone number port karwa dena.. Proof Raj ke paas hai ?"

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Wow.... fantastic story Bhai.....


writing skills aapki jabardast update ...


Kash beta ko chance milta mummy ka sath....

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Wonderful writing I'm waiting for next update, lot more to come

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Vikram wo message aur uski tone dekh kar kaafi excited ho gaya tha. Aisa lag raha tha ki usey baat karna pasand aa raha hai. Uska aaj class attend karne ka koi plan nahi tha. Wo abhi basketball practice karke aa raha tha. Usne ek yellow jersey ke saath sleeveless t-shirt aur shorts pehni hui thi.

"Naughty boy abhi gehri neend mein hai, lagta hai kal raat kaafi thak gaya tha?" Ye type karte waqt uske chehre par ek shararati muskan thi.

"Oh, wo abhi tak nahi jaga.. so sad.. ?" Prinsi ne ye type karte hue andar chalkar darwaza band kar liya.

"Kya tum chahti ho main usey abhi jaga doon.. ?"

"Oh nahi, usey sone do, main kisi ki neend kharab nahi karna chahti.. Bechaara kamzor ladka." Uske hothon par ek naughty smile aa gayi. Wo sofa par baith kar peeche ki taraf jhuk gayi aur apne pair upar karne ke liye recliner ko adjust kiya.

"Nahi dear, wo double strong hai, wo bas aaj ki raat ke liye taiyari kar raha hai." Wo Men’s Toilet ke paas corridor mein khada tha. Wo deewar ke sahare jhuka aur dheere se apne kapdon ko adjust karne laga.

"Oh, aaj raat aisa kya hone wala hai? Kya wo hamesha night shift mein hi hota hai?"

"Wo koi bhi shift kar sakta hai. Wo kaafi flexible hai. Kal usne ek online service di thi aur client ko kaafi impress kiya. Isliye, aaj raat ke liye bhi uski service book ho chuki hai." Usey ab apne shorts ke andar thodi bechaini mehsoos hone lagi thi. Usne aas-paas nazar ghumayi, smartphone ki clock mein subah ke 09:15 ho rahe the, classes shayad shuru ho chuki thi isliye wahan koi nahi tha.

"Hmm, kya tumhe yakeen hai ki usey uski performance ki wajah se hire kiya gaya hai, ya phir shayad aaj ke liye usey koi aur service wala nahi mila?" Ye type karte waqt wo apne hothon ko daanto se daba rahi thi.

"Usey poora bharosa hai ki uski service bahut hi zabardast thi. Wo high class aur low-class dono tarah ke clients ko service dene mein experienced hai. Aisa laga jaise purana service wala uske liye thik nahi tha."

Tabhi corridor mein kisi ke tezi se sidhiyon se chalne ki aawaz gunji. Agle hi kuch seconds mein Raj corridor mein dikhayi diya. Vikram ko dekh kar Raj ek pal ke liye ruka. Vikram ne usey dekhte hi paas aane ka ishara kiya. Jab Raj, Vikram ke paas aakar khada hua toh wo poora paseene mein tar-batar tha.

"Oh sach mein, wo kis tarah ki services offer karta hai.." Prinsi ko ab andar se ek ajeeb si halchal mehsoos ho rahi thi.

"Wo bahut tarah ki services deta hai, kal oil change aur lubrication tha." Wo Raj ko apni mobile screen nahi dikha raha tha. "Tumhe itni der kyun ho gayi Sameer.." Vikram ne ek tedhi muskan ke saath pucha. Raj koi jawab nahi de paya.

"Oh agar tumne service pehle hi kar di hai toh aaj dobara kyun kar rahe ho?" Screen par phir se message pop-up hua.

"Oh ye toh 1984 ka model hai, kaafi waqt se iski service nahi hui. Lagta hai pichle paanch-che saalon se koi oil change nahi hua hai. In-house technician toh bilkul bekaar hai.. isliye ise dobara full speed mein lane ke liye regular maintenance ki zaroorat hai." Vikram ke shorts ke upar se uski mardangi ab saaf nazar aa rahi thi. Usne bina kisi sharam ke apne baayein hath se usey pakad liya. Raj ye dekh kar bilkul sunn reh gaya, uske paas koi shabd nahi bache the.

"Usey kaise pata chala ki pichle paanch saalon se oil change nahi hua.. kya tumne iski jaanch ki hai.. ?" phone phir se baja.

"Jaanch karne ki zaroorat nahi hai.. wo kisi bhi machine ko bas kareeb se dekh kar hi samajh jata hai. Experience hai madam. Ek purane service dene wale par shakk mat kijiye.. ise wapas full performance mein lane ke liye lagatar service chahiye." Usey pata tha ki Raj uske ubhaar ko ghur raha hai. Shorts ke patle kapde se uski lambai aur motai saaf pata chal rahi thi. Raj ne bina soche samjhe apne sookhe hothon par zabaan pheri. 

Vikram ne aankh maarte huye phir se usey upar se hi dabaya.

"Oh aisa hai kya.. ye toh kaafi impressive hai. Kya usne ye sab tumhe bataya.. kya wo ab jag gaya hai?" Screen par ek naya message chamka.

"Haan wo ab jag gaya hai.. aur tumhe good morning keh raha hai.. ?"

"Oh wah.. meri taraf se usey good day wish kar dena.. ab mujhe kitchen mein thoda kaam hai.. aaj raat ke liye good luck, umeed hai wo usey hire kar legi." Prinsi ne recliner ko wapas normal position mein kiya aur khadi ho gayi.

"Hey madam, jaaiye mat, ek minute.. wo aapse kuch pooch raha hai..."

"Oh sach, wo kya pooch raha hai.. wo toh abhi jaga hai na.. ?"

"Wo keh raha hai ki wo aapke liye ek machine ki free jaanch kar sakta hai.. bas usey uski ek full photo chahiye.. wo aapko bata dega ki kin-kin services ki zaroorat hai." Wo ek tedhi muskan ke saath Raj ke thoda aur kareeb aa gaya.

"Hmm.. mujhe dekhne do agar yahan aisi koi machine hai jo kaafi waqt se use nahi hui.." Prinsi ye bhejte waqt dheere-dheere hass rahi thi.

Jab kuch minutes tak koi jawab nahi aaya, toh Vikram ne apna hath Raj ke kandhe par rakha. "Mere saath aao chalo.." wo sidhiyon se niche utra aur college hostel ki taraf chalne laga. Chalte waqt wo baar-baar bechaini se apna phone check kar raha tha. Koi aur rasta na hone ki wajah se Raj bhi uske saath ho liya.

"Andar aao Raj.." Vikram ne kamre mein enter hote huye kaha. Hostel us waqt lagbhag khali tha. Raj ke andar aate hi usne darwaza band kar diya.

"Baitho yaar..." usne bed ki taraf ishara kiya. Vikram uske theek saamne khada ho gaya. Raj ki nazrein jaise hi Vikram ke shorts par bane us bade se ubhaar par padi, usne apni aankhein band kar li. Vikram zor se hasa aur aankh maari.. "tumhe pasand aaya na?" Usne phone bed par phenka aur Raj ke saamne hi apni sakhti ko dheere se dabane laga.

Prinsi dheere se dining aur living room ke paas wale washing area ke aaine ke saamne gayi. Wo mirror ke saamne khadi ho gayi. Uske dhile-dhale pink nighty ke andar se uske badan ke ubhaar saaf jhalak rahe the. Wo thoda ghoomi, nighty ke neeche pehni underskirt ne uske curves ko chipa rakha tha. Uske hothon par ek shararati muskan aayi aur usne dheere se apni underskirt ki ganth khol di. Safed cotton ki wo underskirt uske ghutno tak gir gayi. Wo usse bahar nikal aayi aur aaine mein phir se apne badan ko niharne lagi. Nighty ab uske curves ko poori tarah dikha rahi thi. Ek naughty smile ke saath, usne apni nighty ko peeche se thoda andar ki taraf daba diya taaki shape aur ubhar kar aaye. Apne is look se satisfied hokar, usne smartphone ke camera mein timer mode on kiya aur usey dining table par tika diya. Camera ne uski back aur side se kai saari pics click ki. Wo ghoomi aur dheere se apni nighty ka upar wala hook khol diya aur kuch aur pics li.

Vikram ka mobile baja. "Wo message kholo Raj.. kaun hai?" Usne bed par pade phone ki taraf ishara kiya aur ek kamini muskan di.

Raj ne phone uthaya. 'New messages from slutty mom'. Wahan ek lambi chat chal rahi thi jiske end mein lagbhag che photos thi. Wo kisi B-grade actress ki tarah lag rahi thi. Jab Raj ne un pics ko poori tarah dekha, toh uske shareer mein ek thartharahat si daud gayi. Wo jhat se bed se uth khada hua. Wo bas phati aankhon se unhe dekhta reh gaya. Usey apni aankhon par yakeen nahi ho raha tha, ye Prinsi thi, uski apni seedhi-saadhi mummy. Uske dimaag mein unki wahi sharmili surat ghoomne lagi.

"Kya naughty, tumhari jaanch ke liye itna kaafi hai..? mujhe results batao" screen par ek aur message pop-up hua.

"Kaun hai Raj.. mujhe dikhao.." Vikram uske paas aaya aur uske hath se phone cheen liya. Usne images par click kiya. "Ahh Prinsi.. saali kutiya.." 

Usne pehli pic zoom ki. Usey black panty ki line saaf dikh rahi thi jahan nighty phasi hui thi.

"Ahh ye dekh bhai.." usne wo photo Raj ke saamne kar di. "Kya maal hai.. teri mom.." Usne apni ungliyan us panty line par pheri. Usne agli pic kholi. Uska cleavage saaf dikh raha tha jahan se white bra jhalak rahi thi. Vikram ne apni sakhti ko zor se dabaya. "Aree wah..." wo zor se karaaha aur phir se khud ko dabane laga.

"Aaj ke liye itna kaafi hai saali.. ye poori tarah jag chuka hai aur abhi jaanch kar raha hai.." ye type karte hue usne dheere se apne shorts ghutno tak niche gira diye.

"Ahh uske hoth toh dekh.. ahh.. main apna ye inke beech mein dekhna chahta hoon.." Vikram, Raj ki taraf ghooma. Wo gehri saansein le raha tha aur uska shirt paseene se bhig chuka tha. Vikram ki nazar niche gayi. Usne jab Raj ke pants ke andar halchal dekhi, toh wo zor se hansne laga.

"Saale, tera toh khada ho gaya.." Raj kuch kadam peeche hata. "Nahi-nahi.."

"Mujhe dekhne de.." Vikram usey chhodne ke mood mein nahi tha. "Mujhe dekhne de.." Wo uski taraf badha.

"Nahi yaar please.." Raj ne minnat ki.

"Theek hai toh phir tum mujhe check kyun nahi karne de rahe?" Vikram muskuraya.

"Nahi please.. mujhe jaane do.." Raj phir se peeche hata. Par apni uttejna ko chipane ki uski saari koshish bekaar ja rahi thi.

"Theek hai, agar tera khada nahi hua hai toh main tujhe chhod dunga. Lekin agar tu jhoot bol raha hai, toh tujhe meri madad karni hogi release hone mein.." Vikram ne Raj ke kandhe par hath rakh kar ye kaha. Raj ne sharmindagi ke maare apni nazrein niche jhuka li.

Ek chalaak muskan ke saath, Vikram ne Raj ke kandhon ko zor se dabaya aur usey apne ghutno ke bal baithne par majboor kar diya. Raj ne apni aankhein band kar li jab usne apne chehre ke theek saamne white underwear ke andar wo bada sa ubhaar dekha. Underwear ka beech ka hissa poori tarah geela ho chuka tha. Ek ajeeb si teekhi gandh Raj ki naakon tak pahunchi.

"Taiyaar saale..?" Vikram ne Raj ka sir pakda aur usey apne crotch ki taraf dhakela.

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Vikram ka wo response dekh kar Prinsi ko apni thighs ke beech ek thartharahat mehsoos hui. Uske poore badan mein rongte khade ho gaye. Usne apni aankhein band ki aur apna daya hath apni thighs ke beech rakha, aur dining table se peeth tika kar dheere se dabane lagi.

"DING DING"

Achanak hui is aawaz ne usey jhanjhor kar rakh diya. Usne apni aankhein kholi. Door bell baj rahi thi. Wo tezi se saansein le rahi thi kyunki uska wo sukoon wala pal beech mein hi toot gaya tha. Door bell phir se baji. Koi darwaze par tha. Wo apni saanson ko kabu karne ki koshish kar rahi thi par nakamyab rahi.

Tabhi mobile bajne laga. Screen par "Suman Didi Calling" ka notification pop-up hua. Usne hichkichate hue 'accept' button slide kiya. "Prinsi, dear kahan ho tum..? main bahar hoon.. please darwaza kholo.."

"Oh sure Didi.. main bas andar hi hoon.." Wo darwaze ki taraf bhagi, ye bhool kar ki kamre ke andar kya haalat hai. Uska skirt dining room aur living room ke beech farsh par pada tha. Darwaze ke bahar Ramesh (60), jo ek retired colonel aur Residence Association ke secretary the, Suman ke saath besabri se intezar kar rahe the.

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Yesterday : Venue - New City Club

"Is sher ki zanjeerein kab ki toot chuki hain, ek pinjre mein band, zakhmi sher ab shikaar ke liye aazaad hai." Ramesh ne apna aadha khali whisky ka glass uthate hue elaan kiya. Uske aas-paas khade group ne zor se cheers kiya. Uske baayein pocket mein uska mobile vibrate hone laga.

Apni zindagi ko poori tarah jeena—Colonel Ramesh ke liye bas yahi ek cheez maayne rakhti thi. Unhe ek pal ke liye bhi afsos nahi tha jab unhe moral grounds par service se voluntary retirement lene ke liye majboor kiya gaya tha. Unke liye, unke jaise mard sirf duniya ke saare maze lootne ke liye paida huye hain. Jab wo apne parivaar ke saath apni pushtaini property mein settle huye, tab bhi unka andaz nahi badla.

"Ladies aur gentlemen, ek minute ke liye maafi chahunga. Zaruri call hai.." unhone group ko bataya jaise hi mobile screen par 'Suman Calling' dikha. Unhone ek hi ghoot mein glass khatam kiya. "Sunil." unhone bearer ki taraf ishara kiya. Ek naujawan ladka, jo mushkil se tees saal ka hoga, bhagta hua unke paas aaya. "Mere liye smoking ka intezam karo." Wo tehalte hue smoking area ki taraf nikal gaye.

"Hey Suman, good evening? Sab thik?" Unki aawaz mein thoda utsah tha. Suman aam taur par is waqt call nahi karti thi.

"Good evening Rameshji.. shaam ke maze le rahe hain?" Suman phone par dheere se hasi.

"Maze kya.. tumhare menu mein koi badlav nahi hai na.."

"Kya hoga agar main kahun ki hum apne menu mein ek naya dish add karne ja rahe hain.. aisa dish jo un sab se behtar hai jo tumne ab tak chakhis hain."

"Tum ye kaise keh sakti ho ki wo zyada swadisht hoga.. pehle mujhe chakhna toh padega na..?" Ramesh ne Sunil ko rukne ka ishara kiya aur cigar ka pack khola.

"Ha-ha, bas apna WhatsApp check kijiye.." Suman ne ek shararati hansi ke saath call kaat diya.

Ramesh ne Sunil ko cigar jalane ka ishara kiya. Unhone message khola aur pictures dekhne lage. Do minute ki recording dekh kar unki aankhein chamak uthi. Mangalsutra ka nichla hissa cleavage ke beech gehrai mein gira dekh kar unke hothon par ek shararati muskan aa gayi.

"Kutiya ko mera taste pata hai." Ramesh ne Sunil ki taraf dekha. Sunil ne sharmindagi mein apni nazrein screen se hata li. Ramesh muskuraye.

"Kya Shalini ke maa-baap abhi bhi ghar par hain?" unhone Sunil ki taraf dekha.

"Nahi sir, wo pichle hafte chale gaye." Uske bolne ka tareeka kaafi dheema tha.

"Ahh.. tumne mujhe bataya nahi Sunil." Ramesh ne apni badi hatheli Sunil ke kandhe par rakhi aur seedha uski aankhon mein dekha. "Kya tumhara bacha aajkal raat ko sota hai?" Sunil ki taraf se koi jawab na milne par unhone uske kandhe ko halka sa dabaya. Sunil ne bas apna sir haan mein hila diya.

"Ahh, uske liye toh achha hi hai. Usey thoda relax hone ki zaroorat hai na," Ramesh ruka. "Usey kehna ki aaj raat uske bache se milne uncle aa rahe hain." Unhone aankh maari. Sunil ne sharm ke maare farsh ki taraf dekhna shuru kar diya.

Ramesh ne apni jeb se kamre ki chabi nikali. "Tum aaj kismat wale ho Sunil, ye ek suite room hai." Unhone chabi Sunil dwara layi gayi tray mein rakh di aur phir se bhare huye glass se whisky ka ek ghoot liya. Unhone apne purse se ek 500 ka do note nikala aur tray mein rakh diya.

"Tumhari service hamesha laajawab hoti hai Sunil.. I love it.." Unhone Sunil ke kandhon ko thapthapaya. "Apne stay ko enjoy karo. Koi jaldi nahi hai, check-out subah gyarah baje hi hai." Unhone phir se aankh maari.

Lobby mein apni car aane ka intezar karte huye, unhone Suman ko text kiya, "Kya main chakhne se pehle naye item ke ingredients ka review kar 
sakta hoon?"

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Raj ne apni aankhein zor se band kar li jaise-jaise Vikram ka dabav uske sir par badhne laga. Vikram ko apni underwear ke upar Raj ki garm saansein mehsoos ho rahi thi. Uska bhari ubhaar ab underwear ke andar bechain hone laga tha.

Vikram ne ek shararati muskan ke saath niche dekha. Usey isme maza aa raha tha. Raj ka sir apne ubhaar par dabane se pehle wo ruka. Usne apne hip ko aage kiya aur dheere se us gilepan ko Raj ke hothon par ragadne laga. Raj ne apna sir hilaya.. "Ahh dhire saale.. tumhe pasand aa raha hai.. mujhe pata hai.."

Usne Raj ke baal zor se pakad liye. Kuch baar aur us gilepan ko uske band hothon par ragada. Raj ko apne hothon par us teekhi nami ka ehsaas hone laga. Vikram ke crotch se aane wali wo teekhi gandh usey uksane lagi thi. Vikram ke chehre par ek chalaak muskan aayi jab usey Raj ki gardan mein ab koi sakhti mehsoos nahi hui.

"Good boy.." Usne Raj ke baal chhode aur apni ungliyan uske baalon mein pherne laga. "Ahh" Vikram ke mooh se ek zor ki aah nikali jab usne mehsoos kiya ki Raj ke hoth thode khule hain aur uski zabaan dheere se us gili underwear ko chaat rahi hai.

"Harami saale.. pasand aaya na..?" Usne Raj ke gaalon ko thapthapaya aur uska chehra upar uthaya.

Usne Raj ki aankhon mein dekha. "Lage raho saale.. hmmm." Raj ne apna mooh poora khola. Vikram ne apni underwear uske mooh mein dhakel di. "Ahh ahh" wo zor se karaaha jab Raj ke hothon ne usey gher liya aur uski zabaan top par ghoomne lagi.

Usne apne dono hathon se Raj ka sir pakda. "Kholo ise." Raj ne usey apne mooh se bahar nikala aur bina kisi hichkichahat ke dheere se underwear niche gira di.

"Ahh" Raj ki aankhein phati ki phati reh gayi jab wo bhari mardangi bahar nikal kar uske gaal se takrayi. Uske top se nikalta hua wo pani Raj ke gaal par phail gaya.

Raj ka hairaan chehra dekh kar Vikram ne ek shararati tone mein kaha, "Prinsi toh jannat mein hogi, jab wo is par jump karegi.."

Bina kisi warning ke usne apni mardangi Raj ke mooh mein dhakel di. Usne usey Raj ke gale tak gehrai mein dhakela. Usne apni aankhein band kar li aur Prinsi ke chehre ka khayal karne laga. Kuch seconds tak wo aisa hi karta raha aur phir Raj ke khansne ki aawaz sunkar usey bahar nikala.

"Kya tumhari mummy hamesha raat mein nightie pehenti hai..?" Vikram ne apna hath Raj ke sir se hata liya.

"Hmm" Raj ke mooh se ek dabi hui aawaz nikali.

Agle hi pal Raj ne apna baaya hath Vikram ke piche lapat liya, uske piche ke hisse ko pakadte hue usey apni taraf kheencha. Usne daya hath niche rakha aur halka sa sahlane laga, saath hi apni zabaan se us top ko chaatne laga.

"Ahhh" Raj ki is achanak harkat se Vikram excitement mein zor se karaaha. "Hah saale, tujhe apni mummy ke baare mein gandi baatein karna pasand hai.." Vikram ne aankh maari. Usey apne andar ek jhatka mehsoos hua. Lag raha tha ki wo kisi bhi waqt release ho jayega.

"Usey kehna ki aaj raat wo andar kuch na pehne.." Usne nightie mein Prinsi ki photo ka sapna dekhte hue apni aankhein band kar li. Raj ki zabaan ki movement ab tez ho gayi thi. Uske hath ab Vikram ke piche gehrai tak ja rahe the.

"Poora khol saale.." Usne Raj ke baal pakad kar uska sir upar uthaya. Raj ne apna mooh poora khol diya.

"Ise piyo Prinsi... ye tumhare liye hai..." Vikram ka shareer ekdum sakht ho gaya aur ek pal mein hi usne Raj ke mooh aur chehre par apna sara 
load release kar diya.

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Suman ne call cut kiya. "Wo aa rahi hai." Usne Ramesh se dheere se kaha, jo darwaze ki taraf peeth karke khade the aur unki nazrein naye bane huye lawn par tiki thi. Unhone aisa dikhawa kiya jaise unhone Suman ki baat nahi suni; unki harakat mein koi jaldi nahi thi.

Ramesh ke peeche darwaza achanak khula. Payal ki chhan-chhan ne sabse pehle unka dhyan kheencha.

"Hi Didi.." Ek narm aur bhari aawaz unke kaano se takrayi. Wo dheere se peeche ghoome.

"Hi Prinsi, please Rameshji se milo, ye hamare residence association ke secretary hain. Wo parivaar se milne aur tum sabka community mein swagat karne aaye hain." Suman ne Ramesh ki taraf ishara kiya, jo Prinsi ko sir se paanv tak ghur rahe the.

"Good Morning Beti... Tumse milkar khushi hui," unhone ek pyaari muskan ke saath Prinsi ko greet kiya.

"Good morning sir.. mujhe bhi aapse milkar khushi hui.." Usne jawab diya, darwaze ko thame hue wo thoda parde ke peeche ho gayi. Uska chehra laal ho chuka tha, kyunki usne Suman ke saath Ramesh ki umeed nahi ki thi.

"Kya hum andar aa sakte hain Beti..?" Ramesh ne uski aankhon mein dekha.

"Oh bilkul sir.. please andar aaiye.." Prinsi ne darwaza poora khol diya aur unke liye rasta banaya.

"Aaiye na didi." Prinsi ki aawaz ne Suman ko hosh mein laya. Woh khud bhi Prinsi ko dekh kar hairan thi; uski bra ka daya hissa aadha dikh raha tha. Uske bhare huye hoth geele aur tanaav mein the. Paseene ki boondein uski gardan se hote huye cleavage tak ja rahi thi, jo dhoop ki kirno mein chamak rahi thi. Bahar se aayi halki hawa ne uski pink nightie ke saamne wale hisse ko uske ghutno ke beech dhakela, jisse uski bhari huye thighs saaf jhalakne lagi.

Suman ne Ramesh ki taraf dekha, "Pehle aap Rameshji.."

"Zaroor Suman.. Toh, tum naya menu item customers ko kab serve kar rahi ho?" Unhone living room mein charo taraf nazar ghumayi.

Unke hothon par ek shararati muskan aa gayi jab unki nazrein dining hall ki taraf farsh par pade us safed kapde (underskirt) par tiki. "Lagta hai ye pehle se hi garm hai." Phir unki nazrein wapas Prinsi par gayi jo peeche se darwaza lock kar rahi thi.

"Haan.. isme shayad utna waqt nahi lagega jitna maine shuruat mein socha tha ji.." Suman apni aawaz ka utsah chipa nahi pa rahi thi.

"Didi, kya aapka apna restaurant bhi hai?" Prinsi ne utsukta se pucha jab usne unki baatein suni.

Ramesh aur Suman ne ek-dusre ki taraf dekha aur muskura diye.

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"Didi, kya aapka apna restaurant bhi hai?" Prinsi ne utsukta se pucha jab usne unki baatein suni.

Ramesh aur Suman ne ek-dusre ki taraf dekha aur muskura diye.

"Ye koi aam restaurant ya public dinner jaisa nahi hai dear. Chinta mat karo, tumhare is naye item ka koi competition nahi hai ha-ha." Suman zor se hasi aur usne kisi bache ki tarah mazak mein Prinsi ke gaal khinche. "Ye ek exclusive club hai. Wahan khane ke liye member hona zaroori hai Dear."

"Oh okay.." Prinsi thodi confuse ho gayi Suman ke is jawab se. Kal raat toh usne kisi club ka zikr nahi kiya tha. Prinsi un shararati muskanon se bilkul anjaan thi jo Ramesh aur Suman baar-baar ek-dusre ko de rahe the.

"Sir please baithiye na.. Aap chai lenge ya coffee?" Prinsi ne sofa ki taraf ishara karte hue badi mithaas se pucha.

Colonel us do seater sofa par baith gaye. "Nahi-nahi abhi kuch nahi dear.. bas abhi breakfast kiya hai. Tum baitho na.. itni formality ki zaroorat nahi hai. Hum toh yahan tumhara apne parivaar mein swagat karne aaye hain. Yahan hum sab ek bade parivaar ka hissa hain. Kyun Suman?" 

Unhone Suman ki taraf dekha. Suman ne bas muskurate hue haan mein sir hila diya.

Ramesh sofa par peeche ki taraf jhuk gaye aur apna daya hath headrest par phailaya. Prinsi aur Suman unke theek saamne baith gayi. Wo poori koshish kar rahe the ki unki nazrein Prinsi ke chehre ke alawa aur kahin na jayein.

"Toh tumhare hubby kahan hain?" Unhone apne pair par pair chadhaye, apna daya pair baayi thigh par rakha, aur sofa ke daye kone ki taraf thoda jhuk gaye. Ramesh ka bhari shareer us sofa ka aadha se zyada hissa gher chuka tha.

"Wo kaam pe gaye hain sir.." Prinsi ne Suman ki taraf dekha, ye sochte hue ki kya Suman ne unhe parivaar ke baare mein nahi bataya.

"Ahh sorry main bhool gaya.. Suman ne mujhe bataya tha.. budhapa hai na.. kabhi-kabhi yaadash dhundhli ho jati hai," Ramesh ne mazak kiya aur ek pal ke liye ruke. "Dear mujhe sir mat bulao.. main tumhara boss nahi hoon. Meri do shadi-shuda betiyan hain, tum mujhe Uncle bula sakti ho, ya Suman ki tarah Rameshji, ya phir meri betiyon ki tarah Daddy.."

Prinsi turant Ramesh ko koi jawab nahi de payi. Halanki wo ab unke saath thoda comfortable mehsoos kar rahi thi, phir bhi wo thodi hichkichayi. 

"Sir.. ahh sorry.." Wo dheere se hasi.

"Hey come on dear.. main tumhare Daddy jaisa hi toh hoon na.. kyun Suman?" Wo zor se hasne lage. Unki aawaz poore kamre mein goonj uthi.

"Haan. Bilkul sahi Rameshji." Suman bhi unki hansi mein shamil ho gayi.

"Okay Daddy.. ?" Prinsi ne muskura kar kaha. Sharam ke maare uske bhare huye gaal laal ho gaye the.

"Ye hui na baat meri bachi.. Ab us asli kaam par aate hain jisne liye hum yahan aaye hain.." unhone ek pyari aawaz mein kaha.

Prinsi ka chehra thoda gambhir ho gaya; wo thodi savdhan ho gayi. "Kya baat hai sir.. ahh sorry.. Daddy.. ?"

"Ahh kuch khaas nahi beti.. chinta mat karo. Jab Prakash ne association mein enroll karne ke liye application di thi, tab usne tumhari aur tumhare bete ki details nahi bhari thi. Kya tum please apni details bhar sakti ho taaki hum tumhari application jaldi process kar sakein..?" Ramesh ne Prinsi ke saamne coffee table par kuch papers rakh diye.

"Oh aisa hai kya? Wo hamesha se hi thode lazy hain, Daddy..." Wo muskurayi aur forms ko dekhne lagi. Wo form bharne ke liye coffee table ki taraf thoda aage jhuki. Suman poori baatcheet ke dauran khamosh thi aur Prinsi aur Ramesh ke beech ki baaton ko note kar rahi thi. Wo is baat se kaafi khush thi ki Ramesh kitne achhe se Prinsi ko handle kar rahe hain. Wo aaj kaafi shaant the aur koi jaldbaazi nahi dikha rahe the. Prinsi bhi ab relax lag rahi thi, uske chehre par ek pyari muskan chamak rahi thi.

Ramesh khud ko rok nahi paaye jab Prinsi aage jhuki. Unki nazar nighty ke upar wale hisse se andar chali gayi. Prinsi ke bhare huye badan ka ubhaar ab saaf dikh raha tha jo ek white bra mein kaid tha. Un garm aur gol ubhaaro ko dekh kar unka gala sookhne laga. Aisa lag raha tha jaise wo kisi bhi waqt bra se bahar nikal aayenge. Wo unhe apni hatheliyon mein lekar zor se dabana chahte the, ye sab sochte hue unki ungliyan sofa ke armrest ke patle leather ko kuredne lagi. Unhone Suman ki taraf dekh kar ek muskan di.

"Ho gaya Daddy... Kya aap please check kar lenge ki maine kuch chhoda toh nahi..?" Prinsi ne paper wapas Ramesh ko pakdaye. Unhone jaldi se papers par nazar daali. "Sab theek lag raha hai dear.. Umeed hai tumhe ye jagah pasand aa rahi hogi. Kisi bhi madad ke liye Suman ya mujhse baat kar lena."

"Oh sure Daddy. Mere paas Didi ka number hai." Wo Suman ki taraf dekh kar muskurayi.

"Chinta mat kijiye Rameshji, main dhyan rakhungi ki ye yahan comfortable rahe.." Suman ne Prinsi ki kamar mein apna hath dala aur usey apne kareeb kheencha. Usne apna sir Prinsi ke kandhe par rakha aur apne gaal uske gaalon se ragadne lagi. "Ye mere liye ek choti behen ki tarah hi toh hai.."

Prinsi ke hothon par ek sharmili muskan aa gayi. Ramesh aur Suman aise baatein kar rahe the jaise wo koi teenager ho. "Sahi kaha na Dear..?" 

Suman ne uski kamar ke upar chunti kaati. "ahh haan didi.." Wo dheere se hasi.

Ramesh ki nazrein ek baar phir us par phail gayi, par unhone jaldi se khud ko sambhala. Uske cute expressions aur hansne ka tareeka unhe uttejit kar raha tha. Suman ne jab dekha ki Ramesh Prinsi par shakk hone se bachne ke liye apni nazar chura rahe hain, toh uske chehre par ek shararati muskan aa gayi.

"Toh lunch ke liye kya hai dear.. chalo check karte hain.." Suman ne Prinsi ka hath pakad kar usey khada kiya. Usne Ramesh ki taraf dekh kar aankh maari. Ramesh ye dekh kar kaafi chaukanna ho gaye.

"Ahh kuch nahi hai Didi. Maine abhi toh shuruat bhi nahi ki hai.. main bas soti reh gayi.." Prinsi ne kitchen ki taraf badhte hue sharmate hue kaha, tabhi Suman theek us underskirt ke saamne ruki. Ek shararati muskan ke saath Suman ne usey kheencha aur dining table ke niche kar diya. Laal chehre ke saath Prinsi uske saath kitchen ki taraf chali gayi, uski himmat nahi ho rahi thi ki Suman ki aankhon mein dekh sake.

Suman ne phir se apna baaya hath Prinsi ki kamar par lapeta aur apne hoth uske kaano ke paas le jaakar dheere se kaha, "Lagta hai tum yahan kuch garm paka rahi thi... ?" Usne aankh maari. Wo thoda side ho gayi taaki Ramesh unhe saaf dekh sakein.

"Ahh kuch nahi Didi.." Usne phir se Suman se nazar churayi.

"Sach mein kuch nahi? Mujhe toh yahan har taraf ek garmi mehsoos ho rahi hai.." Suman ne dheere se apni ungliyan uski kamar par pheri aur apni ungliyon se wahan ka maas dabaya. "Yahan kuch bahut garm ho raha tha." Usne Prinsi ki gardan ke paas sungh kar usey chidhaya.

"Ahh Didi.. aap bahut naughty ho.." uski bhari aawaz ne Suman ko aur chidhane ka mauka de diya.

"Kya Prakash meri sundar bachi ka dhyan nahi rakh raha?" Suman ne apni ungliyan dheere se niche ki taraf badhayi. Usey yaad aaya ki Prinsi ne kaise react kiya tha jab Sameer ne usey chua tha.

"Ahh Didi.. wo bahut achhe insaan hain.."

Dono auraton ko itne kareeb aur phusphusate dekh kar Ramesh ki uttejna badhne lagi thi. Wo Prinsi ke badan par Suman ki ungliyon ki harakat ko dhyan se dekh rahe the. Halanki wo unki baatein nahi sun pa rahe the, par Prinsi ke chehre ke expressions se unhe andaza ho gaya tha ki kis baare mein baat ho rahi hogi. Unhe apni sakhti chipane ke liye apna crotch adjust karna pada.

"Achhe ladke hamare liye sahi nahi hote na.." Suman ki ungliyan dheere se Prinsi ke piche baayein hisse ko sahlane lagi. "Meri sundar bachi ko ek bura ladka chahiye.. ekdum bura ladka.. Sameer jaisa." Bina kisi warning ke usne uske piche ke hisse ko zor se dabaya.

Prinsi jhatak gayi. "Ahh Didi.. rukiye.. aap ye kya keh rahi hain." Prinsi ne uski kalai pakad li. Wo pal uske liye kaafi awkward tha. Usey sharam aa rahi thi ye soch kar ki Suman ne kal sab dekh liya tha.

"Ahh kuch nahi dear.. bas mazak kar rahi hoon.." Wo ek pal ke liye ruki. "Kya tumne iske niche kuch pehna hai dear..?" Suman ne phir se usey chidhaya.

"Ahh Didi.. please ruk jaiye Daddy sun lenge.. please Didi..." Prinsi ne is zillat ko rokne ke liye minnat ki.

"Haha.." Suman zor se hasi. "Agar tumhe kisi bhi tarah ki madad chahiye toh Didi se poochne mein hichkichana mat, okay..?" Suman ne phir se aankh maari aur usse thoda door hat gayi.

"Hey tum dono kya baatein kar rahi ho.. mujhe bhi sunao.." Ramesh ki bhari aawaz kamre mein goonji, toh Prinsi ka shareer ek baar phir se kaanp utha.

"Oh kuch nahi Rameshji.. hum bas lunch banane ke baare mein baat kar rahe the.. aapke kaam ki koi baat nahi hai.. chaliye ab chalte hain, mujhe lagta hai jis maqsad se hum aaye the wo poora ho gaya hai na?" Suman ne Ramesh ki taraf dekh kar aankh maari.

"Theek hai phir.. main ab iska aur waqt nahi lena chahta.." Wo darwaze ki taraf badhne lage. Prinsi unhe dekh kar kaafi awkward mehsoos kar rahi thi. Usey dar tha ki kahin Daddy ne sab kuch sun toh nahi liya.

"Aane ke liye shukriya Daddy.." Usne khud ko sambhala aur unki taraf dekha. Wo ab bhi usey bade pyaar se dekh rahe the, ye dekh kar Prinsi ko thoda sukoon mila.

"Agli baar jab aap aayein, toh dinner par aaiye Daddy." Prinsi ke chehre par ab ek pyari muskan thi.

"Oh kyun nahi.. main zaroor aaunga." Wo muskuraye. "Ahh Suman, kyun na hum Prinsi ko is Friday City Club ki party mein guest ke taur par bulayein..? Wahan wo kaafi naye dost bana sakti hai na?" Unhone Suman ki taraf aise dekha jaise unhe abhi-abhi kuch yaad aaya ho.

"Oh ye toh bahut hi zabardast idea hai Rameshji.. Prinsi tumhe zaroor aana chahiye.. bahut maza aayega." Suman ne ek hausla badhane wali muskan di.

"Lekin Daddy Friday toh Prakash ke liye bahut busy din hota hai, wo kaafi late ho jayenge.." Prinsi hichkichayi. Uske chehre par thoda confusion dikh raha tha.

"Ahh uski chinta mat karo beti.. main apni car bhej dunga. Usey restaurant sambhalne do." Unhone badi meethi aawaz mein kaha. Wo is mauke ko haath se nikalne ke mood mein bilkul nahi the. Ramesh jab Prinsi ko mana rahe the, tab Suman ne apni muskan chipane ki koshish ki.

"Theek hai, main aa sakti hoon Daddy.. par mujhe Prakash se puchna padega.." Prinsi ek pal ke liye ruki. Usaki ungliyan ab uske Mangalsutra se khel rahi thi, jo wo aksar tab karti thi jab wo nervous ya confuse hoti thi.

"Good girl.. main dhyan rakhunga ki wo maan jaye dear.." Ramesh ne bade excited hokar kaha, unki nazrein Prinsi par thi jo darwaze ke frame se tika kar khadi thi. Unhone turant apni nazar churayi kyunki suraj ki roshni us patli cotton ki nightie se uski thighs ko saaf dikha rahi thi.

"Chaliye ab chalte hain Rameshji.. humne iska kaafi waqt le liya hai. Humne iske lunch mein rukawat daal di. Iska lunch aadha hi paka hai.. ab ise dobara garam karna padega.. hai na Prinsi..?" Suman ne aankh maari. Prinsi ke gaal sharam se laal ho gaye.

"Okay Dear, toh Friday ko milte hain." Ramesh muskuraye aur car ki taraf badh gaye. Unhone peeche mudkar dekhne ki apni talap par kaabu paya. Unhone darwaza khola aur Suman ke saath pichli seat par baith gaye. Wo ab khud ko Prinsi ko ghoorne se nahi rok pa rahe the. Prinsi unhe bahar se kaale sheeshe ki wajah se nahi dekh sakti thi.

"Main Friday ki shaam ka aur intezar nahi kar sakta Suman.." Unke chehre par ek shaitani muskan thi. Driver ne jaise hi car start ki, unhone dheere se apne crotch ko sahlaya.

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"Arre kya surprise hai, tum yahan kaise Raj... kya mujhse milne aaye ho?" Sameer muskuraya, uski aankhein phati ki phati reh gayi. Sameer, Vikram ke hostel room ki taraf hi ja raha tha.

"Main Mummy ke forms Vikram bhai ke paas dene aaya tha.." Raj ne dabi aawaz mein kaha.

"Uske paas..? Kyun..? Shop ka maalik main hoon, wo nahi." Sameer ne tevar dikhate hue apni bhauhein chadhayi.

Raj bas niche dekhta raha. Usne Sameer ko koi jawab nahi diya. Raj ka koi response na dekh kar Sameer uske ekdum kareeb aakar khada ho gaya. Sameer ke hoth paan chabane ki wajah se laal ho rahe the aur paan ki tez gandh Raj ke chehre tak pahunch rahi thi. "Saale, maine tujhse kuch pucha hai.." Sameer ne Raj ke kandhe pakad kar usey jhanjhor diya kyunki wo jawab nahi de raha tha.

Raj khud ko kous raha tha ki wo Vikram ke saath aane ke liye raazi kyun hua. Uska din bura se aur bura hota ja raha tha. "Sorry, mujhe laga wo unki shop hai.." usne masoom banne ki koshish ki.

Sameer ne seedha Raj ki aankhon mein dekha. "Oh, tune aisa assume kar liya..? Aise kaise assume kar liya? Tujhe laga main uska employee hoon.. hmm?" Sameer gurraya. usne Raj ke kandhe ko zor se dabaya. "Ab saare forms uske paas hain na?" Raj ne bas apna sir haan mein hila diya.

"Theek hai, ab tu ja sakta hai. Main ise sambhal lunga." Bina kuch kahe, Raj corridor se hote hue exit ki taraf bhaga.

"Hey saale ruk.. ek aur baat.." Sameer tezi se uske peeche aaya. Usne corridor ki grill se bahar paan thooka. Raj ne wo ganda nazaara dekhne se bachne ke liye apni nazar ghuma li.

"Tune group mein un photos ke baare mein kuch nahi kaha.." Sameer ke hothon par ek shararati muskan thi. Usne apna smartphone unlock kiya aur Raj ke saamne kar diya. "Dekh, Prinsi aunty ke bahut saare fans ho gaye hain.. wo aur photos maang rahe hain.. main unke liye ek naya fan group shuru karne ja raha hoon.. kyun na tu mujhe fans ke liye unki roz ek photo bhej diya kare..? Mujhe pata hai tujhe bhi comments padhne mein maza aata hai." Raj ne sharam ke maare nazrein neeche kar li.

"Mujhe pehli photo raat 8 baje se pehle bhej dena... samjhe?" Wo sharminda Raj ko dekh kar muskura diya. "Main tere message ka intezar karunga." Sameer ne aankh maari aur usey jaane dene se pehle uske kandhe thap-thapaye.

Raj class mein nahi baith saka. Usne poori koshish ki ki subah jo hua wo usey bhool jaye. Par wo nightie mein Prinsi ki un images ko aur Vikram ke room mein jo kuch hua, usey bhula nahi pa raha tha. Wo college campus mein yahan-wahan bhatakta raha aur roz se kaafi pehle ghar pahunch gaya.

"Hey Raj.. tum aaj itni jaldi aa gaye." Prinsi ne muskurate hue kaha jab usne Raj ko darwaze se andar aate dekha. "Aakhri hour free tha." Usne bina kisi interest ke jawab diya.

Raj ne Prinsi se nazar nahi milayi. Wo ab bhi wahi subah wali nightie pehni hui thi. Vikram ke phone wali images uske dimaag mein kisi film ki reel ki tarah chalne lagi. Wo khud ko rok nahi pa raha tha ye check karne se ki kya usne niche underskirt pehni hai ya nahi. [Haan, usne abhi petticoat pehna tha..]

Tabhi uske mobile par notification aaya. "Photos mat bhulna." Sameer ka message screen par chamka. Usne turant message delete kar diya.

"Chai loge ya coffee...?" Prinsi ki aawaz ne usey chounka diya. Uska gala sookhne laga tha. "Main coffee piunga Mom.." usne zabardasti apne chehre par ek muskan layi.

"Okay mujhe paanch minute do.." Prinsi kitchen ki taraf chali gayi. Usne stove par kettle rakhi. Raj usey dining hall se dekh raha tha. Usne kettle mein doodh aur cheeni dali aur uske ubalne ka intezar karne lagi. Raj ne apne phone camera se stove ke paas khadi Prinsi par focus kiya. Wo kitchen mein bilkul befikr thi. Usey bilkul andaza nahi tha ki koi usey dekh raha hai, usne apne dono hath upar uthaye aur apne baalo ka juda khol diya, jisse uske ghane baal uski peeth par bikhar gaye. Raj ki ungliyan apne aap tezi se un moments ko capture karne lagi. Bina check kiye hi usne kuch shots Sameer ko forward kar diye.

Raj ne dekha ki uski mummy apni ungliyon se baal sanwar rahi hain aur unhe gardan ke daye taraf aage le aayi hain. Unke kale ghane baalon ne ab unke badan ke ubhaaro ko dhak liya tha. Wo nahaane ki taiyari kar rahi thi. Raj ko unka kitchen mein ye sab karna pasand nahi tha, par aaj usne parwah nahi ki aur bas unhe ghurta raha.

"Don't worry main dhyan se kar rahi hoon.." Prinsi ne ek pyari muskan ke saath kaha jab usne Raj ko apni taraf ghurte hue dekha. "Aap roz yahi kehti ho, Mom.." usne apne chehre par ek friendly muskan lane ki poori koshish ki.

Achanak uska mobile vibrate hua. "Hey saale.. kya pic hai yaar.. tera photography mein bada future hai." Sameer ki aawaz Raj ke kaano mein chubhne lagi. "Ye pic toh uske fanbase ko double kar degi boss.." Raj turant koi jawab nahi de paya. Usne jaldi se call ki volume kam kar di.

"Kaun hai Raj.. ?" Prinsi ki aawaz ne Raj ko sunn kar diya. Wo Prinsi ke sawal se bachne ke liye apne kamre ki taraf bhaga. Wo paseene-paseene ho chuka tha. Ye ek bahut hi narrow escape tha. Usne umeed nahi ki thi ki Sameer usey turant call kar dega.

"Oh wo aas-paas hi hai.. ?" Sameer Prinsi ki aawaz sunkar excited ho gaya. "Hey kya tum wahan ho? Mujhe batao na yaar.." Sameer phone par chillaya.

"Haan, main yahi hoon." Raj ki ek kamzor si aawaz nikali. "Kya wo paas hi hai.. ?" Sameer ne phir pucha. "Nahi, main apne kamre mein hoon.." 

"Kya main aaj raat wahan dinner ke liye aa sakta hoon.. ?" Sameer ne Raj ko chidhaya.

"Nahi... Sameer bhaiya, aap mujhe call kyun kar rahe ho.. please mujhe call mat kijiye." "Maine toh bas teri skills ki tareef karne ke liye call kiya tha na.." Sameer ki bhari aawaz ne Raj ko nervous kar diya. Usne koi jawab nahi diya.

"Kya wo roz shaam tak ghar par akeli rehti hai?" Sameer ne mazaak udate hue pucha. "Haan.." Raj ne dheemi aawaz mein jawab diya. Sawal sunkar uske dil ki dhadkan tez ho gayi thi.

"Oh achha, kafi free time hai.. usse puchna ki kya wo apne free time mein kaam karna chahegi.. meri shop par? Main bahut achha pay karta hoon, saath hi extra bonuses aur bade incentives bhi milenge, jo koi aur jagah offer nahi kar sakti." Sameer ne phir se Raj ko taana maara.

"Nahi wo nahi chahti.. mere Papa ko ye pasand nahi aayega." "Nahi yaar, wo maan jayenge.. bas unhe batana ki meri apni shop hai. Unhe yaad dilana ki ye wahi ladka hai jo dinner par aaya tha." Sameer ki aawaz sarcastism se bhari thi.

"Aap ye kya keh rahe ho... ?" Raj confuse lag raha tha. "Bas apni Mom se puchna. Mujhe yakeen hai ki wo mere niche kaam karna pasand karegi.. aur tumhare Dad mana nahi karenge, haha." Raj ne kuch nahi kaha. Sameer ko phone par uske zor-zor se saansein lene ki aawaz saaf sunayi de rahi thi.

"Hey Raj.. andar kya kar rahe ho? Coffee thandi ho jayegi, bahar aao dear.." Prinsi ki aawaz ne Raj ko jhanjhor diya. Wo darwaza khatkhatane lagi thi.

"Mujhe jaana hoga Mom, call kar rahi hain.." Raj ne phone kaatne ki koshish ki, par Sameer ne beech mein hi roka, "Ruko, ruko. Usey kehna ki kal dopehar ko meri shop par naya sim lene aaye. Bhulna mat, kal dopehar ko.. akeli.." usne ek shararati tone mein kaha.

Bina kuch kahe Raj ne call cut kiya aur darwaza khola. "Kaun tha Raj? Tum bina coffee liye kyun chale gaye..?" Prinsi ne pucha. "Mera dost tha Mom, kya aapko sab kuch jaanna hai? Mujhe thodi privacy dijiye.." Raj tezi se kitchen ki taraf nikal gaya bina Prinsi ko kuch bolne ka mauka diye.

"Tum naha kyun nahi lete, poore paseene se bhare ho.. andar kar kya rahe the?" Usey piche se Prinsi ki aawaz sunayi di.

"Jaisa aap chahein, par mujhse coffee phir se garam karne ko mat kehna.." Prinsi ne zor se kaha aur apne bedroom ka darwaza band kar liya. Raj ko thoda sukoon mila jab usne Prinsi ko apne kamre mein jaate dekha. Usey apni Mom ka saamna karne mein sharm aa rahi thi; Vikram ke room mein jo kuch hua tha, wo yaad karke usey ajeeb lag raha tha. Usne apna kamra band kiya aur mobile switch off kar diya.

[Maine uski photos lene ke liye haan kyun ki.. main Sameer ko 'na' kyun nahi keh saka? Mujhe wo pics lena pasand kyun aa raha hai?] Usey phir se ek jhatka mehsoos hua jab usne un photos ke baare mein socha jo usne Vikram ke phone mein dekhi thi. Usne kabhi nahi socha tha ki uski Mom apne college ke kisi ladke ke saath aisi gandi picture share karegi. Usne Prakash ke office se wapas aane ke baad bhi niche jaane ki himmat nahi ki.

"Raj dinner ke liye aao dear.." Prakash ki aawaz ne Raj ko neend se jagaya. Wo anjane mein hi bed par so gaya tha. Jab Raj dining table tak pahuncha, Prinsi ne sab kuch pehle se hi saja rakha tha. Wo naha chuki thi aur usne ek nayi light orange rang ki nightie pehni thi. Raj ne unhe ghurte hue khud par kabu paya aur sharmindagi mein niche dekhne laga.

"Toh tumhara din kaisa raha..?" Prakash ne bade aaram se pucha. "Theek tha Dad.. kuch khaas nahi hua.." Raj ne kaha.

"Aas-paas koi naye dost mile..?" Prakash usey itni aasani se chhodne wala nahi tha. "Nahi Dad.." Raj baatcheet aage nahi badhana chahta tha. Prinsi bhi wahan aayi aur Raj ke paas ek kursi par baith gayi.

"Prinsi tumhara din kaisa raha..?" Prakash ne ab Prinsi se baat shuru ki. "Ahh bas theek hi tha.. kuch khaas nahi hua, kafi boring tha.. sach mein.." Raj ne hairani se Prinsi ki taraf dekha. Wo Dad ke chehre par dekh kar safed jhoot bol rahi thi. Uski nazrein poore kamre mein ghoom rahi thi aur wo Dad ka saamna tak nahi kar rahi thi. [Kya uski aawaz thodi dheemi thi..?]

"Oh achha.. mere liye toh office mein kafi busy din tha.. kafi saara kaam tha.." Prakash ne chapati curry mein dubote hue apni baat jaari rakhi. 

"Arre main toh bhool hi gayi, Suman didi aur residents association ke secretary Rameshji aaye the.." Prinsi ne unhe us mulaqat ka ek brief account diya. "Unhone pucha hai ki kya hum unke saath City Club ke Friday function mein shamil ho sakte hain..?"

"Oh main toh nahi aa paunga dear.. waise tum ja sakti ho, Suman Mam saath mein hongi hi na..?" Prakash ne Prinsi ki taraf dekha. "Haan wo wahan hongi.." Uski aawaz mein thodi excitement thi.

"Mom, Sameer ka message aaya tha.. Aapka sim taiyar hai, aap dopahar ko jaakar usey le sakti hain, wo shop par hi hoga.." Raj ki is achanak baat ne Prinsi ko chounka diya. Uske gaal laal ho gaye aur usne upar chhat ki taraf dekha.

"Oh aisa hai, ye toh achha hai.. mujhe uska purana sim bhi wapas karna hai," uski aawaz bahut narm thi.
Ye jawab kafi hairan karne wala tha. Raj ko laga tha ki Mom usey sim lane ke liye kahegi. Wo ab kafi utsuk tha, "Ek aur baat Mom.. usne kaha ki wo shop par din mein kaam ke liye kisi ki talaash kar raha hai, usne pucha ki kya aap interest dikhayengi?" Raj apni Mom ke chehre ke badalte huye bhaav dekh kar dang reh gaya. Wo unhe bade gaur se dekh raha tha. [Sameer itna sure kaise ho sakta hai ki wo maan jayengi?]

"Usne kaha ki wo kafi achha pay karega aur aise incentives dega jo kahin aur nahi milenge..?" Raj ne unke chehre ki taraf dekhte huye aur baat jodi. Prinsi ne kuch nahi kaha, bas uske chehre par ek halki si muskan thi aur uske gaal aur bhi laal hote ja rahe the.

"Kya aap interested hain Mom..? Usne kaha ki aapko koi problem nahi hogi.. kya aap logo ne dinner ke waqt kuch discuss kiya tha?" Usne unse aur sawal kiye. Jab usne Prinsi ko sharam se laal hote dekha toh wo hairan reh gaya—wahi expression jo subah envelope dete waqt unke chehre par tha.

"Agar tum chaho toh ja sakti ho.. mujhe koi problem nahi hai.." Prakash ne na jane kyun ye keh diya. Usey Prinsi ka sharmana dekh kar koi hairani nahi hui. Uska dimaag abhi bhi kal raat ke dinner par atka tha, jab Sameer ki ungliyan Prinsi ki thighs ko sahlati thi. Us jawan ladke ne uski gharelu patni ko poori tarah se badal diya tha, aur wo sure tha ki usne ise enjoy kiya hai.

"Toh aap interested hain Mom, aur Dad aapko Mom ke kaam karne se koi problem nahi hai?" Raj ki aawaz mein yaqeen karna mushkil tha. Usne Prakash se aise jawab ki umeed nahi ki thi. Usne ab Prinsi ki taraf dekha. [Sameer ne in dono par kya jaadu kar diya hai?]

"Yahan din mein kafi boring hota hai.. mujhe thode din aur dekhne do. Agar aise hi boring raha.. toh badlav achha hai," usne ek sharmili muskan ke saath kaha. "Sirf tum mard hi saara maza kyun karo.. haha," Prinsi ghabrahat mein muskurayi.

"Tum jo bhi faisla lo, main usse theek hoon Prinsi," Prakash ne table ke niche khud ko sahlate huye jawab diya.

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