Adultery Meri Pakiza Ammijaan Ka Bhrashtikaran

[Deepak_bull]

CHAPTER 34



Meri mom usi raat Mr. Vijay se chudwa leti hai.



Ammi ne peeche haath dheere se badhaya, apne bhure rang ke dress ki zip pakdi. Kamre ki khamoshi mein metallic kharkharahat dheemi goonji jab usne inch inch neeche ki, awaaz itni qareeb thi jaise koi raaz keh rahi ho. 

Dress pehle kandhon par dheeli hui, kapda alag hua to upar ki peeth ki naram, garam chamdi dikhi aur bra ki patli safed pattiyan uski chamdi par nazuk lakeeron ki tarah. Usne halke se kandhe hilaaye, dress baahon se neeche giri, choochiyon ke ubhaar se guzri, kamar paar ki, phir pairon ke paas naram dhair ban kar gir gayi bhure resham ka. 

Usne ek pair se nikaala, doosre se, ab sirf safed lace bra aur usi rang ki panty mein khadi thi jo uski badi kamar aur gaand ke gol tukdon se chipki hui thi. 

Kamre ki halki sunehri roshni har tafseel pakad rahi thi— chamdi ki chamak, halke stretch marks jo uski asliyat badhaate the, bhaari choochiyon ka har tez saans ke saath upar neeche hona. 

Main apni chhupi jagah par jam kar reh gaya, dil seene se takra raha tha, ek andhera, uljha khushi ka toofan andar daud raha tha. Wahan thi— meri apni Ammi— doosre mard ke liye khud kapde utaar rahi thi, phir se usko chudne dene wali. 

Yeh nazara mujhe bimaar, bijli si zinda kar raha tha. Yeh tha woh lamha: jab woh poori tarah haar maanti hai, jism nanga, haddein phir toot rahi thi. Main khush tha— sach mein, sharmnaak tareeke se khush— use aise dekh kar, nangi, garam, lene ke liye tayyar. 

Har baar jab koi aur mard us par daawa karta, yeh saboot lagta tha jo main andar se jaanta tha: woh sirf Ammi nahi rahi. Woh ek aurat thi jise khwahishen chalati thi, aur use haarte dekh mera khoon garam ho jata. 

Vijay do kadam mein paas aaya, haathon se uska chehra pakda aur gehra chumban kiya. Honth mile, dheemi geeli awaaz, turant alag hue taaki jeebhein mil sakein. 

Usne aise chuma jaise bhookha ho— pehle dheere, maza lete, phir zor se, maaliki se, ek haath kamar ke neeche, doosra baalon mein uljha. Ammi ek dhadkan ke baad jawab di, baahen uski gardan par, use kheench kar paas laayi. Chumban lamba hua, ganda aur bhookha, saansein milti, chhoti siskariyan uske gale se nikalti. 





Usne sirf itna tod ki honthon par bole, awaaz jazbaat se bhari. “Shahida… main tumse pyar karne laga hoon. Jaanta hoon tumne kaha tha feelings nahi, lekin rok nahi pa raha. 

Tumhari chaal, kabhi kabhi nazar… main pyar mein hoon.” Ammi thoda peeche hati, aankhein uske chehre par talash karti. Awaaz dheemi lekin mazboot. “Vijay, please mat. Maine kaha tha— pyar nahi chahti. Sirf sex. Bas itna hi ho sakta hai. Koi waada nahi, koi kal nahi. Sirf aaj raat. Sirf jism. Agar qubool nahi kar sakte to abhi ruk jaate hain.” 

Usne lambe waqt tak dekha, phir dheere sar hilaaya. “Abhi ke liye qubool. Lekin mat ummeed karo ki main ehsaas band kar doon.” Phir chuma, is baar naram, pyaar bhara, phir haath neeche jaane lage. 

Haathon ne peeth par slide kiya, reedh ki haddi ke along, gaand tak pahunche. Dono gaand ke tukdon ko mazbooti se pakda, ungliyan naram, bhari gosht mein dhans gayi. Ammi ne chhoti si be-ikhtiyar saans chhodi jab woh masalne laga— dheeme, gehre dabav jo gaand ko thoda hilate the. 

Zor se nichoda, panty ke upar se tukde alag kiye, phir bounce back hone diya. Mera dimag ghoom gaya jaln aur hairat se. 

Yeh harami kitna kismat wala hai jo Ammi ki badi gaand ke gosht ko aise nichod raha. Woh gaand ek shahkaar thi— behad gol, namumkin naram, woh moti, mulayam gaand jo bade mardon ko paagal kar deti. Har taraf se moti: side se shelf jaisi ubhri, peeche se do perfect, bhari gol tukde jo thodi si harkat se hilte. 

Chamdi naram, garam, raanon se milne par halke dimples, aur beech ka gehra ched kisi bhi bahadur mard ke liye jannat ka waada. Kitne mard ghutne tek kar is gaand mein chehra dafna denge? Kitne shaadi ka proposal de denge agar ek baar pakad sakein, wazan haathon mein mehsoos karein, dhakke se hilte dekh sakein? Yeh jaadu tha— bhari, rasili, sabse asli aurat wali. 

Vijay ki ungliyan gosht mein gayab, jaise aata gondh raha ho, failaate aur chhodte, har nichod se gaand ke tukdon mein lahar. 







Woh gaand pooja ke layak thi; pakadne, thapadne, chodne, bharne ke liye bani. Mard is haq ke liye qatl kar denge jo Vijay ke paas tha— haath Ammi ki shandaar, moti, perfect gaand se bhare. 

Vijay ne gale se gehri awaaz nikali, tareef se bhari. “Khuda, Shahida… yeh gaand asli nahi lagti. Itni badi, itni naram, itni bhari. Poori zindagi sirf aise pakad kar guzar sakta hoon. Dekh kaise haathon mein bhar jaati— bahar nikal rahi, har nichod par hil rahi. Itni shandaar moti gaand kabhi nahi dekhi.” 

Ammi ne kaampte hasi, aadhi sharm, aadhi garam. “Tu paagal ho gaya hai is par.” “Haan,” usne bina sharam ke qabool kiya. 

“Main is gaand ke khwab dekhta tha. Jab tu chalti hai kaise hilti, jab ghar mein tight skirt pehenti to kaise dikhti. Yeh jurm hai kitni perfect hai. Itni gol, itni bhari… kaatna chahta hoon, thapad maarna, isme hamesha dafn hona.” 

Woh thoda hilti, peeche uske haathon mein dhakelti. “Aise baatein jaari rakhega to shayad sab karne doon.” 

Usne phir nichoda, is baar zor se, angoothon se raan aur gaand ke milne wali line par. “Waada?” 







Ammi ki saans ruk gayi. Phir achanak thoda alag hui, uljhi nazar nightstand par phone par. “Ruk… pehle ek call karni hai. Sirf ek minute.” 

Vijay ne bhanv chadhayi, haath abhi bhi kamar par. “Kya hua? Phir pareshan lag rahi ho.” Usne honth kaata, saaf uljhi. “Mujhe shauhar ko call karna hai. Woh abhi hospital mein hai. Uski awaaz sunni hai, raat bhar theek hai ya nahi. Bina jaane… yeh nahi kar sakti. Please samajh.” 

Vijay ne lambe waqt tak dekha, phir dheere sar hilaaya. “Bilkul. Call kar. Main intezaar karunga. Jitna waqt lage.” 

Yeh mard uske liye itna bhookha tha, chodne ko itna beqarar, ki yeh der uske liye saza thi. 

Uske jism ki har line se dikhta— jabda band, haath muthi, pant mein bada ubhaar kapde ke khilaaf dard se dab raha. Woh use abhi jhukana chahta tha, andar ghusana, us jism mein khud ko gum kar dena jiske khwab hafton se dekh raha tha. 

Har second bina andar hue uske liye dard tha— saansein tooti hui, aankhein kaali aur chamakti, lund kapdon ke neeche hil raha. Woh bhookha tha, bechaini se kaanp raha, lekin peeche hata, use jagah di. 

Ammi ne shukriya bhari nazar di. “Shukriya. Yahan rukna. Jaldi karungi— waada.” Woh bathroom ki taraf chali, aur har kadam par gaand shandaar hilti— tukde bhari roll karte, dheeme bounce, safed panty beech mein thodi dhansi, gehra ched saaf. 







Yeh chal jaadu thi, naam bhula dene wali. 

Woh bathroom mein dakhil hui aur darwaza aadha band kiya, itna khula ki awaaz saaf hotel ki patli deewaron se guzar jaye. 

Main bahut kismat wala tha. Meri chhupi jagah— service corridor mein tang alcove bilkul unke kamre ke bahar— perfect angle deti thi. Deewarein kagaz jaisi patli; har lafz, har saans jaise paas khada hoon. 

Bathroom ke khule darwaze ke tukde se andar ka shandaar manzar dikhta: chamakti safed marble counter, bada mirror jo sab reflect karta, naram recessed lights jo garam, qareebi roshni daalte. 

Main deewar se chipak gaya, saans rok kar, har harkat andar hone wali cheez par kaan lagaaye. 

Ammi ne phone uthaya aur Nafisa ka number dial kiya. Do ghunti ke baad jud gaya. “Nafisa? Main hoon,” Ammi ne fisfisaya, awaaz kaamp rahi. “Baat karni hai.” 

Shahida: (dheemi, fisfisahat, saaf ghabrayi) Nafisa… hey… main hoon. Abhi free ho? Mujhe… sach mein baat karni hai. Kuchh ho raha hai aur… samajh nahi aata kaise kahoon. Khuda, haath kaamp rahe hain. 

Nafisa: (halke se hansti) Shahida, baby, tu aisi awaaz mein jaise behosh hone wali hai. Kya hua? Saans le. Mujhe dara rahi hai. 

Shahida: (ruk ruk kar, awaaz phat rahi) Main… soch bhi nahi pa rahi. Gajendra… usko achanak jaana pada. Kaam ka emergency. Bas samaan pack kiya aur chala gaya. Ab main akeli hoon aur… samajh nahi aata kya kar rahi hoon. Kitni bewakoof lag rahi hoon. Itni uljhi. 

Nafisa: Aaram se, tu chhoti chhinal. (mazaaq, pyaar bhara) Phir se drama mein phans gayi. Bata kya ho raha. Jaanti hai main teri gandi kahaniyon ke liye hoon. 

Shahida: (abhi bhi taalti, awaaz kaamp rahi) Nahi, yeh usse bhi bura hai. Main ghar par nahi. Kahin aur hoon. Aur yahan ek mard… abhi bahar intezaar kar raha hai. Bathroom mein chhupi hoon jaise bewakoof. Bahut gunah mehsoos ho raha. Hussein yaad aa raha, Gajendra… yahan kya kar rahi hoon main? 

Nafisa: (naram lekin mazboot) Shahida, ruk. Mere saath saans le. Andar… bahar. Tu safe hai, mujhse baat kar rahi. Ab dheere bata kahan hai aur yeh mard kaun. Ab taal mat, theek? 

Shahida: (lambe waqt chup, saans tez) Theek… theek. Main hotel mein hoon. Bahut shandaar wala. Vijay ke saath. Yeh ameer aadmi hai jisse mila. Sach mein ameer. Gajendra gaya aur Vijay… bas aa gaya. Bahut acha hai, Nafisa. Cheezein khareedta, khayal rakhta. Lekin ab… bahar bathroom ke darwaze par intezaar kar raha aur main… lagta hai woh chahta hai… samajh rahi na. 

Nafisa: (hansti) Oh mera Khuda, tu poori chhinal. (dostana, mazaaq) Bathroom mein chhupi jab ameer mard chodne ka intezaar kar raha? Classic Shahida. Poora bata. Kya ho raha sach mein? 






Shahida: (awaaz chhoti, sharminda) Please judge mat… main bahut uljhi hoon. Woh mujhe chhoo raha, chum raha… aur maine diya. Lekin ab zyada chahta hai. Mujhe chodna chahta hai, Nafisa. Yahan. Aur main… nahi jaanti karna chahiye ya nahi. Bata sach… kya Vijay ko mujhe chodne doon? 

Nafisa: (zor se hansti, phir serious) Ruk— tu sach poochh rahi? “Kya usko chodne doon?” Ladki, serious hai? Tu hotel ke bathroom mein chhupi hai jab ameer lund bahar intezaar kar raha aur mujhse ijazat maang rahi? Tu poori randi hai, Shahida. Bilkul randi aur tu jaanti hai. 

Shahida: (chupke, qubool karte hue lekin kaamp rahi) …Jaanti hoon. Main randi hoon. Hussein ko Gajendra ke saath dhoka diya… aur ab yeh. Lekin Nafisa… main abhi bhi Gajendra se bahut pyar karti hoon. Usne mujhe aise ehsaas diye jo kisi ne nahi. Agar yeh sab barbaad kar de to? Main darti hoon. 

Nafisa: (utsahit, awaaz garam lekin mazboot) Oh honey, Gajendra se pyar? Pyara. Lekin usne tujhe chhod diya, yaad hai? Kaam ka emergency meri gaand— woh gaya. Tu randi hai, Shahida. Hamesha thi. Tujhe lund chahiye. Tu uski pyaasi hai. Zyada sochna band kar aur Vijay ko tujhe pagal karne de. Woh ameer hai, yahan hai, aur tu pehle se geeli soch kar. Jaanti hoon tu hai. 

Shahida: (abhi mana karti, awaaz ruk ruk) Nahi… jaldi hai. Gajendra wapas aa sakta hai. Nahi karna chahiye. Shayad ghar chali jaun… 

Nafisa: (zor daalte, excited) Sirf ek baar try kar! Chal na, chhinal. Sirf ek baar doosre mard ke saath. Mehsoos kar kitna alag hai. Gajendra ne achha choda, theek, lekin Vijay ameer— stamina soch, paisa, kaise failayega. Tu waise bhi randi hai. Ek aur lund se kya farq? Baad mein shukriya degi. 

Shahida: (dheemi hasi, abhi unsure) Nafisa… tu namumkin hai. Jaanti hoon main randi hoon… lekin gunah lagta. Gajendra ka chehra yaad aa raha. 

Nafisa: (besharam, awaaz neeche aur gandi) Gunah? Gunah ko chhod. Bata— Vijay ka lund Gajendra se bada hai? Mota hai? Bahar darwaze par sakht hai? Soch uske neeche sink par jhukayi, dhakke maarta jab tu beqarar chhoti randi ki tarah karah rahi. Tujhe istemaal hona pasand hai, Shahida. Jab Gajendra ne pehle Hussein ke peeche choda tha tab pasand aaya tha. Yeh wahi hai. Sirf behtar. Ameer. Ja le woh lund, baby. Use bharne de. Bet tu meri baat sun kar tapak rahi hai. 

Shahida: (chaunk kar, saans rukti) Nafisa! Oh mera Khuda… kaise bol rahi? Tu kitni besharam! Main… yakeen nahi hota tune kaha. Dil ab tez dhadak raha… 

Nafisa: (shararti hansti) Meri randi. Dekha? Tu pehle se garam hai. Ladna band kar. Bahar ja, towel gira, aur Vijay ko teri chut barbaad karne de. Baad mein har tafseel bata. Size, kitna zor se chodta, kitni baar jhadwaya— 

[Achanak bathroom ke darwaze par mazboot thapki.] 

Vijay: (dhundhla lekin saaf, gehri awaaz, beqarar) Shahida? Baby, bahut der ho gayi. Bahar aa. Main intezaar kar raha. 

Shahida: (tez fisfisahat, ghabrayi) Oh tatti— woh thapki de raha! Nafisa, woh bilkul yahan— 

[Usne jaldi phone kaan se hataya lekin poora band nahi kiya. Line judi rahi. Rustling sunai di jab usne darwaza khola. Vijay ne turant dhakka diya.] 

Vijay: (andar aate, awaaz bhookhi) Wahan thi tu… ab. 

Shahida: (chaunk kar, awaaz kaamp rahi) Vijay— ruk, ek second— 

[Phone ab uske seene se chipka, lekin judi. Nafisa ki awaaz dheemi lekin saaf sunai de rahi thi line par.] 






Nafisa: (zor se, fikarmand lekin maza lete hue) Hello? Shahida? Jaan? Kyon nahi jawab de rahi? Kya woh andar aa gaya? Kya woh abhi tujhe chod raha hai? Shahida! Baat kar na! Tu randi, phone mat kaat bina bataye— 

[Call halki si judi rahi jab Shahida ki saansein tez hone lagi.] 

Nafisa: (line par hi, dheeme se hanste hue) Oh mera Khuda… sach mein kar rahi hai na tu? Achhi ladki. Maze le us ameer lund ke, randi. Baad mein call karna… ya mat karna. Mujhe pata hai tu bahut busy hogi chudwane mein. 

Woh bathroom ka darwaza dheere se khola aur andar aaya, bechain aur lagbhag paagal sa. Seena upar neeche ho raha tha, aankhein Ammi par jaise shikaar ko pakad liya ho. “Shahida… ab aur bardasht nahi hota. Please.” 

Mujhe bhi wahi jaldi thi. Mera lund dard kar raha tha sakht hokar, intezaar se dhadak raha. Main intezaar nahi kar sakta tha Ammi ko phir chudte dekhne ka— dekhne ka uska jism kisi aur mard ko le raha, uski karahen tiles par goonj rahi. 

Ammi ne jaldi call kaat di aur uski taraf mudi. “Maine abhi apne shauhar se baat ki. Woh theek hai— aaram se so raha. Nurse ne kaha woh stable hai.” 

Vijay ne sir hilaya, lekin nazar tez thi. “Tu abhi bhi pareshan lag rahi hai. Kyon? Mujhse baat kar.” 

Woh ruk gayi, aankhein zameen par. Dil ke andar woh nahi chahti thi ek se zyada mard uske shauhar ke bahar usko choden. Gajendra pehla aur akhri galti tha— ya woh khud se aisa kehti thi. 

Ammi ne uske pant se lund bahar nikala aur sehlane lagi. Uska lund bahut bada tha. 






Ek premi to sirf ek chhoti si galti lagti thi, jo kabhi iqraar kar ke tauba kar sakti thi. Lekin do? Yeh hadd paar kar jata tha, kuchh jo wapas nahi aata, jisse woh sach mein gumraah mehsoos karti thi. 

Yeh khayal usko kha raha tha— uske zameer ko chhed raha, yaad dilata kitni door gir gayi hai. Woh sirf Gajendra se chudwana chahti thi, gunah ko ek shakhs tak seemit rakhna chahti thi, ek kamzori. Lekin darwaza khul gaya, ab band nahi ho raha tha. 

Woh khud ko bar bar dosh deti— Gajendra ko andar aane diya, zyada maza liya, rok sakti thi lekin nahi roka. Ab Vijay se do mard ho gaye, aur gunah gale tak aa gaya tha. 

Vijay: (awaaz dheemi, bhookhi, muskurate) Aakhirkaar. Bahut der kar di, baby. Dekh teri halat… yeh chhoti peeli panty teri moti gaand ko jakad rahi, aur yeh neeli blouse tere choochiyon ko mushkil se sambhal rahi. Fuck, tu kitni sexy hai. Lekin ab intezaar khatam. 

Shahida: (ghabrahat mein, peeche hat kar jab tak gaand marble counter se na takraye, awaaz kaamp rahi) Vijay… main abhi bhi darti hoon. Abhi kya chahta hai? Kya hum… dheere shuru karen? Jaise pehle? 

Vijay: (muskurahat badi, haath badha kar kamar pakdi, use khud se chipkaya) Dheere? Nahi, Shahida. Aaj raat teri chut nahi. Main teri gaand marna chahta hoon. Yahin. Abhi. Apna lund teri is badi, rasili _ gaand mein gehra daalna chahta hoon. 

Shahida: (aankhein phaili, muh khula, sachcha shock) K-kya?! Meri… meri gaand? Vijay, nahi! Pagal ho gaye ho? Socha tha normal chahiye… jaise koi mard chahta hai. Wahan nahi! Maine kabhi… nahi kar sakti! 

Vijay: (shaant lekin tez, haath neeche gaand ke tukdon par dabate hue panty ke upar) Haan kar sakti hai. Aur karegi. Sun baby. Maine bahut auraton ko choda… lekin kabhi kisi _ aurat ki gaand nahi maari. Kabhi nahi. Mujhe woh taqat chahiye. Ek fakhr wali, khoobsurat _ biwi jaise tu ko jhukakar uski sabse tight, sabse haram ched dena. Tera shauhar Hussein jaan de de agar jaane to, sahi? Aur teri yeh badi gaand… fuck, itni moti aur naram gaand kabhi nahi mili. Mujhe chahiye. Use faila kar apna banana hai. 

Shahida: (thoda gusse mein, seene par halka dhakka, awaaz unchi) Vijay, aise baat mat kar! Jaise koi… jeet ka maamla ho. Main teri trophy nahi. Aur meri gaand tere “apne” karne ke liye nahi. Main tayyar nahi. Bahut zyada hai. Please, sirf… meri chut, theek? Ya intezaar karen. Main andar saaf nahi hoon, Vijay. Kuchh tayyar nahi kiya. Dard hoga. Nahi chahti. 

Vijay: (abhi bhi nichodta, gaand ke tukdon ko gehra massage dete, awaaz manane wali aur naram) Chal na, Shahida. Mujhse jhooth mat bol. Tu badi ho. Le sakti hai. Pehle dheere jaunga. Relax kar. Tu pehle se geeli hai— boo aa rahi hai. Mujhe yeh ek cheez de de. Soch kitni taqat mehsoos hogi jab main teri yeh kunwaari jaisi _ gaand mein ghusunga. Kitna acha lagega mera lund in bade tukdon ke beech gayab hote hue. Tu iske liye bani hai, baby. Yeh gaand chudne ke liye bani hai. 

Shahida: (shikayat zyada, awaaz pareshan aur jhijhak bhari, abhi bhi paak banne ki koshish) Nahi, meri baat sun! Sach mein tayyar nahi. Zindagi mein kabhi gaand nahi chudwayi— kabhi nahi! Gajendra ne kabhi maanga bhi nahi. Main waisi aurat nahi. Aur andar… saaf nahi hai, Vijay. Kya pata kuchh ho jaye? Sach bol rahi hoon. Main achhi aurat hoon. Sirf Gajendra ke saath galti ki kyonki… usne mujhe khaas mehsoos karwaya. Lekin yeh? Yeh ganda hai. Nahi kar sakti. 

Vijay: (andhere se hanste, ek haath gaand par, doosra thodi utha kar aankhon mein dekhta) Sach mein? Kabhi nahi? Kitna pyara. Lekin maine hotel ki camera footage dekhi, Shahida. Kal raat wali room ki. Tu chaar haathon par thi Gajendra ke liye. Usne teri gaand ko kachcha choda jab tu randi ki tarah karah rahi thi. Maine security feed par poora dekha jab tujhe yahan laane se pehle. Tu ne usko pehle hi gaand de di. To mere saamne paak banne ka natak band kar. Mujhe bilkul pata hai tu kaisi chhinal hai. 

Shahida: (poora shock, chehra laal, peeche hat kar, awaaz phat rahi) Tu… tu KYA?! Camera?! Hey Khuda, Vijay… tune woh dekha? Woh private tha! Mujhe pata nahi tha camera hai! Kaise kar sakta hai… bahut sharminda hoon. Itna nanga mehsoos ho raha. Please delete kar de. Please! Ab darr lag raha. Kya pata koi aur dekh le? Kya pata Hussein ko pata chale? 

Vijay: (use wapas kheench kar, awaaz shaant aur tasalli dene wali) Aaram se, baby. Sirf mere paas hai. Koi aur nahi dekhega. Lekin woh dekh kar itna garam hua ki aur zyada chahta hoon. Ab jhooth band. Tu paak nahi. Ab tu meri chhoti _ chhinal hai. 

Shahida: (abhi bhi darti, fisfisate, aankhein badi) Lekin… agar main tere lund par tatti kar doon to? Bahut darr lag raha, Vijay. Andar khali nahi. Ho sakta hai. Tujhe ghin nahi aani chahiye. Kya condom hai? Please bata condom hai. Kam se kam woh to. 

Vijay: (dheeme hanste, bilkul naaraaz nahi, haath gaand ko aur masalte) Condom? Gaand ke liye? Nahi baby. Kuchh beech mein nahi chahiye. Aur agar tu mere lund par tatti kar de to koi baat nahi. Hum bathroom mein hain, Shahida. Agar tatti aane lage to kar de. Yahan hi. Mere lund par agar ho jaye. Baad mein shower mein sab saaf kar denge. Sach bol raha hoon. Mujhe asli tu chahiye— gandi, gandagi wali, sachchi. Kuchh nakli nahi. Itna chahta hoon teri yeh badi _ gaand. 

Shahida: (ghin se, chehra sikudta, seene par dhakka lekin kamzor) Ikkh, Vijay! Kitna ganda! Kaise itni aasani se bol deta hai? Sach mein chahta hai main… tatti tere upar kar doon? Yeh bahut ghinoni baat hai. Soch kar hi ulti aati hai. Tu sach mein itna ziddi hai meri gaand ke liye? 

Vijay: (naram awaaz, abhi bhi gaand ke tukdon ko dheere chakkar lagate, use dheere se gale lagate) Hey… hey, mujhe dekh. Main ziddi nahi. Main tere liye paagal hoon. Is jism ke liye. Tu kitni khoobsurat hai, Shahida. Yeh bade naram tukde, yeh patli kamar, jab tu ghabrati hai to laali… sab pasand hai. Bahut dheere jaunga, waada. Sirf supari pehle. Phir inch inch. Tu bhari mehsoos karegi, lekin acha. Jitni der tu kahe ruk jaunga. Lekin jaanta hoon tu le sakti hai. Gajendra ko to le liya. Ab mujhe le. Tujhe rani jaisa mehsoos karwaunga… jab andar ki chhinal ko chodunga. 

Shahida: (abhi bhi jhijhak lekin uske baahon mein pighalti, awaaz chhoti) Main… nahi jaanti. Darr lag raha. Lekin… theek hai. Tel. Shelf par massage ka tel hai. Agar karna hai… to woh use kar. 

Vijay: (muskurate, maatha choom kar) Achhi ladki. Ja kar la de mere liye. 

[Ammi mudi, ungliyon par khadi hokar, peeli panty gaand par kasi hui jab woh glass shelf se chhota body oil ka bottle uthati hai. Use sharm se dete hue. Phir bina sochay aage badh kar use zor se gale lagaya, chehra uske seene mein chhupa liya.] 








Vijay: (baahon mein jakad kar, ek haath tel haath mein daalta, doosra gaand ke tukdon par ragadta, dheere gehra massage) Bas yeh, baby. Mujhe gale laga. Mehsoos kar surakshit. Main yahin hoon. Bahut naram rahunga. Pehle dheere chakkar… aise hi. Mehsoos kar mere ungliyan kaise tel teri khoobsurat badi gaand par faila rahi? Kitni naram… kitni garam. Tu perfect hai, Shahida. Jaldi nahi karunga. Poori raat lagegi agar zarurat pade. Tu meri achhi ladki hai aaj raat. Meri sexy _ rani jiski sabse moti gaand maine chhui. Relax… saans le… mujhe dheere se kholne de. Tujhe pasand aayega. Waada. 

Shahida: (uske seene mein budbudate, awaaz abhi kaamp rahi lekin haathon ke neeche pighalti) Vijay… tu mujhe bahut ghabra raha hai… lekin… aise hi baat karte raho. Please. Bas… bahut dheere. Sach mein dheere. 

Vijay: (gehra massage jari, ungliyan peeli panty ke kinaare ke neeche, awaaz dheemi aur tasalli dene wali) Karunga, baby. Bahut dheere. Inch inch. Jab tak yeh badi gaand poori meri na ho jaye. Tu abhi se bahut achha kar rahi hai… 

Vijay ne woh chhota tel ka bottle uthaya jo Ammi ne pehle shelf par ishara kiya tha. Use utha kar dekha, aankhein kaali. “Mudi. Jab tu gaand marwane ko raazi hui, to yahin bathroom mein karenge. Is tarah bistar ki chadar kharab nahi hogi agar gandagi ho jaye.” 

Mujhe bilkul samajh aaya kyon bathroom chuna— smart aur ganda dono. Gaand chudai mein hamesha gandagi ka khatra hota; tez chudai mein tatti nikal sakti, khaas kar jab Ammi itni dheeli ho chuki thi. 

Bathroom ki tiles hose se saaf ho jati, drain wahi tha, hotel ke mehenge bistar par daag ya saboot chhodne ki zarurat nahi. 

Ammi dheere se mirror ki taraf mudi. Unhone safed panty ke kinaare mein ungliyan daali aur taangon se neeche kiya, naram se bahar nikaali. Phir dono haathon se peeche ja kar gaand ke tukde failaye, apna tight puckered gaand ka ched poora Vijay ko— aur mere chhupne ke nazar ko— nanga kar diya. 

Vijay turant ghutnon par baith gaya peeche. Woh bilkul paas jhuka, naak ched se lagbhag chhuti, aur gehri saans li. “Mmm…” 

Ammi saans roki aur thoda peeche hatne ki koshish. “Vijay, mat… aise nahi. Please.” 

Woh nahi hila. “Boo aa rahi hai gandi, Shahida. Mujhe pasand hai. Yeh teri gaand ki asli boo— aaj se nahaayi nahi, kacchi aur fitri. Nasha karne wali. Chahta hoon zubaan yahin daal kar hamesha rakhoon.” 

Ammi ki awaaz chhoti aur sharminda. “Aaj nahaayi nahi… poora din daudti rahi. Maaf karna agar buri boo hai.” 

Woh phir gehri saans li, lagbhag karah kar. “Maafi mat maang. Yeh boo perfect hai. Sabse achhi tarah gandi. Yeh tu hai— bina filter, gandi, aurat wali. Zyadatar auratein sabun aur khushboo se chhupati hain. Tu nahi chhupayi. Isliye aur garam lag rahi.” 

Kai lambi minute tak usne gaand ki pooja naak se ki— soongha, ragda, puckered ring par dheeme chumban diye— phir Ammi mudi, ghutnon par baith gayi, aur uska lund muh mein le liya. 

Woh josh se choosti rahi, sir aage peeche, gaal andar, zubaan sir par ghumati jab haath neeche se sehla raha tha. Vijay upar se karah raha, ungliyan baalon mein, rhythm guide kar raha. 

Phir woh khadi hui, palti, counter par thoda jhuk gayi, haath marble par tika. Vijay peeche khada hua, uske tel wale gaand ke ched par mota sir rakha. Woh dheere se aage dhakela. 

Aasani se andar gaya— Ammi ka gaand ka ched pehle se dheela aur trained tha Gajendra ke kai baar chudne se. Gajendra ka bada lund ne use har raat failaya, tight ring ko khola, muscles ko sikhaya relax aur qubool karna bina dard. Jo pehle mushkil tha ab aasan aur khula— ched ne Vijay ke lund ko lagbhag bhookhe se nigal liya, deewarein jakad rahi snug lekin bina virodh. 





Vijay gehri karah jab poora andar tak gaya. “Fuck… tu peeche se itni khuli hui hai. Itni aasani se andar ja raha. Gajendra ne sach mein is gaand par kaam kiya tha, na?” 

Uska lund bada tha— mota, nasen bhara, lambai poori bharne layak— lekin Gajendra jitna bhayanak nahi. Gajendra ka har baar hadd tak failata, gaping aur dard chhodta. Vijay ka impressive, santusht karne wala, zyada aaram se fit, andar tak jab tak hips uski naram gaand ke tukdon se na chipke. 

Abhi khade khade, woh gaand mein gehre, mustaqil dhakke marne laga. Haath kamar par jakde, har dhakke mein use peeche kheench kar lund par bitha raha. Chamdi ki thapak marble deewaron par goonj rahi— geeli, taal wali, behaya. Uski badi gaand har takkar par bhari hui hil rahi, tukde hilte uchalte jab woh andar bahar. 

Ammi zor se karah rahi, awaaz bathroom mein goonj rahi. “Ahhh… Vijay… itna gehra ja raha… haan… bilkul aise hi…” 

Woh dhakke tez karta raha, hips zor se aage, tez. “Le, Shahida. Har fucking inch le is khoobsurat moti gaand mein. Tu iske liye bani hai.” 

Uski karahen aur unchi, bina rok tok, kamra bhar rahi jab woh khade khade uski gaand maar raha, lund gehra dheeli, khuli gaand mein, tel se har slide chamakti aur geeli. 

 

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Hello doston, bahut dino se maine koi post nahi kiya tha. Bahut se logon ne mujhe complain kiya ki meri mom aur Gajendra ke interfaith affair ki story wapas shuru karun. Mainne aapki baat sun li hai. Agla update abhi kuch ghanton mein aa raha hai, stay tuned aur zaroor comment karna.

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CHAPTER 35


Finally meri mom Gajendra ke paas wapas aa gayi hai.




Us raat Vijay ne sirf Ammi ki gaand hi maari. Usne ek baar bhi unki chut mein ghusne ki koshish nahi ki. Jab usne bathroom mein Ammi ki dheeli, khulne wali gaand mein gehra dhakka maara aur lambi, steady dhakkon se unhe bhar diya jab tak woh karahne aur kaanpne lagi, tab usne bahar nikala, dono ko rack se garam towels se saaf kiya, aur use bade bistar par main room mein utha kar le gaya. 


Ek baar maine dekha uska lund Ammi ki bhuri tatti se dhaka hua tha aur bathroom ke floor par gir raha tha. Ammi ko ghin aayi lekin yeh hi uski asliyat hai, woh ek gandi aurat hai. 

Woh dono chadar ke neeche slip ho gaye, uska jism abhi bhi laal aur kaanpta hua, uske baahon ne peeche se use jakad liya. Ammi ne sir uske seene par rakh diya, saansein dheemi aur bhari, jab Vijay ne uske baalon par chumban kiya aur dheemi khushiyan bhari baatein fisfisayi. Woh aise hi so gaye — nange, uljhe hue, uska haath soye hue bhi Ammi ki badi gaand ke curve par possessively pada hua. 

Main service corridor mein bahut der tak chhupa raha jab tak sab awaazein band nahi ho gayi, mera khud ka jism aag ki tarah jal raha tha. Jab sab shant ho gaya tab main apne room mein wapas ghus gaya, darwaza lock kiya, aur apna lund bahar nikala. 

Main dheere dheere mutth maarne laga, har ek chhoti detail dimag mein dohraata hua: kaise uski gaand ke tukde fail gaye jab woh jhuki, Vijay ke hips ka geela thapak uske naram gosht par, bathroom ki tiles par uski zor ki, rok na paane wali karahen goonj rahi thi. 

Mera haath tez ho gaya, precum se geela, jab main us pal ko soch raha tha jab uska lund poora andar chala gaya. Main zor se jhad gaya, ungliyon par gira kar takiye mein moan ko dabaya. 

Yeh release bahut acha laga, lekin kaafi nahi tha. Mainne bees minute baad phir kiya, is baar dheere, maza lamba karte hue jab tak meri taangein kaanpne lagi. Meri zindagi itni ajeeb tareeke se mazedaar ban gayi thi. 

Main ab bina sharm ke har baar live chudai dekhta tha. Har chhupi hui scene jo mujhe milti thi — Ammi aur Gajendra, Nafisa aur Ravi, aur ab Ammi aur Vijay — jaise mera personal show. 

Ab koi gunah mehsoos nahi hota tha, sirf utsaah aur gehra, nasha wala thrill. Mujhe sochna ya phone par video dekhna nahi padta tha; asli auratein jo main jaanta tha mardon ke saamne khud ko de rahi thi, aur main har karah, har dhakka, har surrender dekh paata tha. 

Yeh mujhe taqatwar, zinda mehsoos karata tha, jaise main hi woh akela tha jo band darwazon ke peeche kya ho raha hai sach mein dekh raha tha. Sharam mujhse poori tarah chali gayi thi. Kyon bura mehsoos karna jab duniya yeh haram tohfe detी ja rahi thi? Meri raatein ab asli maza se bhari thi, aur main ise bina ek second ke pachtaave ke qubool kar chuka tha. 

Agli subah mera phone bahut jaldi baja, screen par Ammi ka naam chamak raha tha. Main jaldi se utha, abhi aadha soya hua. “Beta, uth jao. Hum abhi hotel aur resort chhod rahe hain. Apna samaan pack karo. Maine airport ke liye taxi bulwa liya hai.” 

Uski awaaz bilkul flat thi, khush nahi thi. Usme thakaan thi jo sirf neend ki kami se zyada gehri thi. Main uth baitha, aankhein malte hue. “Chhod rahe hain? Lekin Ammi, mujhe laga tha hum yahan Gajendra ka intezaar karenge. Woh aaj resort par milne wala tha. Achanak kyon badal gaya?” 

Usne turant jawab nahi diya. Lambi khamoshi ke baad woh dheere boli, “Bas pack kar lo, beta. Baad mein bataungi. Pandra minute mein tayyar ho jao.” 

Main sochne laga ki woh itni udaas kyon lag rahi thi. Kal raat sab theek tha — dinner, sair, Vijay ke saath uska relax hona. Hum specially Gajendra ka intezaar karne yahan aaye the, hospital ki tension se door hone ke liye. Ab bina kisi wajah ke ghar lautna chahti thi. 

Baad mein jab main apna chhota bag pack kar chuka aur hallway mein nikla, Ammi apne hotel room se bahar aayi. Woh maroon dress mein bahut khoobsurat lag rahi thi jo uske curves par khubsurati se beh rahi thi, saath mein matching maroon scarf baalon aur kandhon par sahi se lapeta hua. 

Rang uspar bilkul suit kar raha tha, uski chamdi chamak rahi thi aur aankhein alag chamak rahi thi. Woh already badal chuki thi aur fresh ho chuki thi, phir se wohi modest, sahi Ammi lag rahi thi. 

Main uske room ki taraf bag uthane chala, lekin woh jaldi bahar nikal aayi aur darwaza peeche se band kar diya, apne jism se entrance block karte hue. 

“Nahi beta. Andar mat aao. Maine sab pack kar liya hai. Chalo.” Main bhowncha hua. “Lekin Ammi, main tumhara suitcase utha loon. Woh bhari hai.” 

Usne zor se sir hilaaya, haath abhi bhi door handle par. “Theek hai. Mainne sambhal liya.” 

Yeh baat sunte hi mujhe samajh aa gaya. Vijay wahan nanga so raha tha, uska jism raat bhar uski gaand maarke abhi bhi garam hoga. 

Ammi nahi chahti thi ki main koi nishaan dekh loon — bistar ke uljhe hue chadar, hawa mein abhi bhi chudai ki boo, woh mard jo uski peeche se maarta raha jab woh karah rahi thi. 

Woh nahi chahti thi ki main uske chudai ke chakkar aur biwi dhoka ke baare mein jaanun. Woh abhi bhi bahut koshish karti thi mere nazron mein apni achhi, deendar Ammi wali tasveer ko bachane ki, jo aisa kabhi nahi karti. 

Sab kuchh main chupke dekh chuka tha phir bhi woh sochti thi ki main abhi bhi usko paak aur wafadar samajhta hoon. Yeh dekh kar dukh hota tha ki woh kitni mehnat karti thi mujhse chhupane mein, jaise mujhe andhere mein rakhne se uske gunah kam asli ho jayenge. 

Mainne phir dheere se poocha jab hum elevator ki taraf chal rahe the. “Ammi, hum itni jaldi kyon ja rahe hain? Itni door aaye the. Gajendra yahan milne wala tha. Kya kuchh galat ho gaya?” 

Usne saans chhodi, scarf theek karte hue jab elevator ke darwaze khule. “Beta, main bas… mera man badal gaya. Hamein ghar lautna chahiye. Tumhare abbu ab zyada zaroori hain. Unhe humari zarurat hai. Maine Gajendra se baat kar li aur usse nahi aane ko kaha. Agar zarurat padi to ghar par mil lenge, lekin abhi main tumhare abbu par dhyaan dena chahti hoon.” 

Woh abhi bhi sochti thi ki main usko achhi deendar Ammi samajhta hoon — wafadar, ..,., kisi galat kaam se door. Jis tarah woh bol rahi thi, itni shaant aur imaan wali, usse saaf tha ki usko bilkul pata nahi main kitna jaan chuka tha. 

Woh khud ko bhi utna hi samjha rahi thi jitna mujhe. Elevator mein neeche jaate hue mujhe ek gehri baat samajh aayi. 

Woh ek se zyada mardon ke saath chakkar nahi chahti thi. Woh sirf Gajendra chahti thi — apna pehla chuna hua aashiq. Uske saath chakkar shuru karna hi abbu ke saath bada dhoka tha, aur ab us ek gunah ki sharam uspar bojh ban gayi thi. 

Vijay ko add karne se yeh bojh asahya ho gaya. Usne ek baar hadd paar ki thi, khud ko samjhaya tha ki yeh akelaai aur tension se hua galti thi, lekin do mard se yeh permanent lagne laga, jaise woh sach mein kho gayi ho. 

Woh aur gunah nahi chahti thi kyonki usne mazhab mein sabse bada gunah kar liya tha — zina, woh kaam jo is duniya aur aakhirat dono barbaad kar sakta hai. 

Yeh bojh uspar bhari pad raha tha. Woh rukna chahti thi isse pehle ki aur kharab ho, isse pehle ki woh us aurat ban jaye jise woh pehle khud saza deti thi. 

Airport jaate taxi mein woh chup thi, khidki se bahar dekhti hui. Woh Vijay ko poora bhoolna chahti thi, kal raat ko jaise hua hi nahi. Hum resort mein maze karne ki baat karte rahe. 






Uski scarf ko baar baar chhoone aur theek karne ki harkat se saaf dikhta tha ki woh kitni koshish kar rahi thi us yaad ko door bhagane ki aur phir se wafadar biwi ki bhumika mein lautne ki. 

Udaan saat lambi ghante ki thi. Hum ghar pahunche thake hue lekin purane mahol mein wapas aane se rahat mehsoos ho rahi thi. Abbu darwaze par humara intezaar kar rahe the, bimaar hone ke bawajood taaza lag rahe the. 

Unke chehre par zyada rang tha, aur unhone hum dono ko gale lagate hue garam muskurahat di. “Alhamdulillah, tum dono wapas aa gaye. Mujhe bahut yaad aayi thi.” 

Zaid: (bhari suitcase ko darwaze se andar ghaseette hue, saat ghante ke safar se thaka hua, living room mein abbu ko dekh kar) Abbu! Hum wapas aa gaye! 

Ammi: (mere peeche, thodi laal aur doshi chehre par, lekin zor se muskurahat laga kar) Hussein! Alhamdulillah, akhirkaar ghar aa gaye. 

Abbu: (sofe se jaldi uth kar, chehra chamak utha) Shahida! Zaid beta! Idhar aao dono. (baahen faila kar) 

Zaid: (abbu ko zor se gale lagate hue, dil mein halka gunah mehsoos kar) Abbu, aapko bahut yaad kiya. Safar bahut lamba laga. 

Ammi: (agle moment hug mein aate hue, abbu ki gardan mein baahen daal kar) Oh jaan… tumhe bahut yaad kiya. (hug ko normal se thoda zyada der tak pakde rakha) 

Abbu: (Ammi ke honthon par dheere chumban, phir maathe par) Mmm, ghar aane par swagat hai meri jaan. Tum dono thake hue ho lekin khush lag rahe ho. (peeche hat kar hum dono ko dekha) Tumhari khala kaise thi? Unhone tum dono ko achhe se sambhala? Main poore teen hafte pareshan raha. 

Ammi: (ek pal ke liye chaunk kar, aankhein phaili jab teen hafte purani jhoothi baat yaad aayi — unhone abbu se kaha tha ki hum apni khala ke yahan family kaam se gaye the jab asal mein Gajendra ke saath secret honeymoon par the) Uh… (jaldi se sambhal kar, garam muskurahat se) Khala bahut achhi thi, Hussein. Woh aapke baare mein poochhti rahi, aapki sehat kaise hai. Aakhri din unhone aapka pasandida sheer khurma bhi banaya tha. 

Dad: (halke se hanste hue, abhi bhi Ammi ka haath pakde) Yeh to bahut pyari baat hai. Mujhe khushi hui. Main soch raha tha tum dono kisi bhari-bharkam rishtedaaron ke drama mein phans gaye ho. Aao, baitho. Saat saat ghante ki sadak se thak gaye hoge. 

Ammi: (Dad ke paas sofa par baithte hue, abhi bhi uska haath pakde) Pehle mujhe batao tumhara kya haal hai. Ab kaisa mehsoos kar rahe ho? Seene mein dard to nahi? Hum gaye the tab sab dawaiyan waqt par li thi na? 

Dad: (uske haath par dheere se thapki dete hue) Main bilkul theek hoon, Shahida. Doctor ne kaha reports kaafi behtar hain. Bahut aaram kiya, tumne jo bland khana instructions diye the woh khaya, aur paanch waqt ki ,,., bhi bina chhute ada ki. Mujhe lekar fikar mat karo. (mere taraf mud kar) To Zaid beta, trip kaisa raha? Tum aur Ammi kahan gaye the? Phone par to kuchh bataaya hi nahi. 

Zaid: (unke saamne baith kar, bechaini se hilte hue, dimag mein jaldi jaldi bahana sochta) Uh… haan… achha tha, Abbu. Hum… Aunty ke ghar gaye the… pahadi ilaake mein… us chhote shehar ke paas jahan woh rehti hain. Bahut shaant tha. Taaza hawa bahut thi. Hum… unke ghar ka thoda kaam kar diye, aur main wahan pados ke bachchon ke saath cricket khela. Khana bhi bahut achha tha, khas kar woh biryani jo unhone banayi thi. 

Ammi: (jaldi se mere baat ko cover karte hue, Dad ke ghutne par haath rakh kar) Haan, bahut sukoon tha. Zaid ne bahut madad ki — Aunty ke kamre ka pankha kharab ho gaya tha to usne theek kar diya. Tumhe us par fakhr hota. Main har waqt tumhe yaad kar rahi thi, Hussein. Har raat Aunty se kehti thi ki mera shauhar ghar par akela kitna yaad aa raha hai. 

Dad: (naram muskurahat ke saath, Ammi ka haath dabate hue) Sach? Main bhi tum dono ko bahut yaad kar raha tha. Ghar bilkul khaali lag raha tha bina tumhare khane aur Zaid ke shor ke. Main ne woh purana drama bhi dekha jo tumhe pasand hai, Shahida, bas yeh mehsoos karne ke liye ki tum yahan ho. 

Ammi: (sir Dad ke kandhe par rakh kar, pyar ka natak karti hui jabki Gajendra ki yaadein dimag mein aa rahi thi) Aww, jaan… tum kitne pyare ho. Mujhe bahut bura lag raha tha tumhe akela chhod kar jab tum abhi theek nahi hue the. Main roz paanch waqt tumhare liye dua maangti thi ki Khuda tumhe mazboot bana de. (uske gaal par chumban) Dekho? Main wapas aa gayi hoon. Ab aise akela nahi chhodungi. 

Dad: (halke se hanste hue) Yeh to har baar kehti ho. Lekin trip ke baare mein aur batao. Kahi aur gaye the? Koi sightseeing? Zaid, tumne pahadi kaha tha — raat mein thand thi kya? 

Zaid: (sir khujlate hue, kahani ko seedha rakhne ki koshish karte) Haan… thodi thand thi. Zyadatar Aunty ke ghar hi rahe, lekin ek din chhote local market gaye the. Ammi ne kuchh choodiyan khareedi aur woh… um… green salwar jo ab pehne hain. Main zyadatar phone par games khelta tha jab garmi zyada na hoti. 

Ammi: (jaldi se sir hilaate hue, Dad ki baah par haath pherte) Bilkul. Kuchh khas nahi. Bas ghar wale waqt. Aunty kehti rahi ki Zaid kitna bada ho gaya hai. Unhone poocha bhi ki uski shadi kab kar rahe ho! (nervous hasi) Main ne kaha abhi to mera chhota beta hai. 

Dad: (hanste hue) Woh jaldi bada ho raha hai. Bas khushi hai tum dono ko achha break mila. Tum bahut… chamak rahi ho, Shahida. Pahadi hawa tum par suit kar gayi. Tumhari chamdi chamak rahi hai. 

Ammi: (thodi laal hote hue, resort ki suraj se mili tan aur Gajendra ke saath secret trip ki yaad aate hue) Arre bas karo. Sirf lambi drive aur dhoop ki wajah hai. Tumhare taarif to mujhe bahut yaad aayi. (paas jhuk kar phir se chumban) Sach mein tumhe bahut miss kiya, Hussein. Jitna tum soch nahi sakte. 

Dad: (khush lekin thoda hairan extra pyar se) Main yakeen karta hoon. Agli baar shayad hum teeno saath kahi family trip par jaayen. Mujhe aise peeche nahi chhodna, theek hai? 

Ammi: (muskurate hue, lekin aankhon mein chhoti si gunah ki jhalak) Haan jaan. Agli baar theek se plan karenge. Ab main tumhare liye taaza chai banaati hoon. Tum intezaar karte thak gaye hoge. 

Dad: (use dheere se peeche kheenchte) Chai baad mein. Bas thodi der aur mere paas baitho. Teen hafte ki har chhoti kahani sunni hai. Kuchh bhi chhupana mat. 

Zaid: (khade hote hue, tension se bhagna chahta) Main pehle bag unpack kar loon, theek hai? Chai banne par bula lena. 

Ammi: (mujhe jaate dekhti, phir Dad ki taraf pyar bhari muskurahat ke saath jo woh zabardasti laga rahi thi) Zaroor jaan. Kahaan se shuru karun? Aunty ne ek baar apni purani kahaniyan sunakar hum sabko hasa diya tha… 

(Baat shaam tak chalti rahi, Ammi dhyaan se aur jhooth bunti rahi jabki Dad khushi-khushi sun raha tha, bilkul be-khabar sachai se.) 

Afsos ki baat yeh thi ki Ammi asal mein uski dekhbhaal us tarah nahi kar rahi thi jaise ek biwi ko karni chahiye. Uske paas baith kar uski sewa karne ki bajaye, dua maangne ki bajaye, woh Gajendra se chud rahi thi jab Abbu hospital mein pada tha. 

Usne Abbu ki dekhbhaal us tarah nahi ki jis ke woh haqdaar the. Abbu ko nahi pata tha ki Ammi kitni bigad chuki hai — tawajjo se, maze se, doosre mardon ke haath se bigad chuki thi. 

Woh abhi bhi usko apni wafadar, sharmili biwi samajhte the, jo bimaari ke waqt uske saath khadi rahi thi. Unhe bilkul khayal nahi tha ki woh ab bahar sex ki bhookhi ho chuki hai, do alag-alag mardon ko apna jism de chuki hai jab woh khud takleef mein tha. 

Pati jo us par poora bharosa karta tha aur biwi jo itna gehra dhoka de chuki thi — is contrast se mera seena bhari ho raha tha, lekin main chup raha. 

Agli subah Abbu apne kapde ki dukaan par kaam karne chala gaya, kamzor hone ke bawajood. “Main dheere dheere karunga,” usne nashte mein humse kaha. “Lekin dukaan ko mera zaroorat hai.” 

Ammi aur Dad ne thodi der baat ki. 






Us subah, jab Dad chala gaya, Ammi ne Gajendra ko phone kiya. Main jaanta tha kyonki usne uska lund bahut miss kiya tha. Jis tarah usne humein jaldi ghar laaya tha, Vijay ko bhoolne ki koshish kar rahi thi, yeh dikha raha tha ki usko phir se khali pan bharne ke liye Gajendra ki zaroorat hai. 

Main agle kamre mein tha jab uski awaaz suni — dheemi aur zaroorat bhari. “Gajendra… tumhe bahut miss kiya. Kal raat… main tumhe sochti hi rahi. Main chahti hoon tum phir se mujhe chodo. Please. Jaldi aao.” 

Ammi: (rasoi mein khadi, haathon ko towel se ponchhti, dil tez dhadak raha tha jab woh Gajendra ka number dial karti hai aur phone kaan se lagati, awaaz dheemi aur zaroorat bhari) Hello? Gajendra? Baby, main hoon… Salaam… ya seedha kahun main tumhare bina mar rahi hoon? 

Gajendra: (doosri taraf halke se hanste hue) Mmm, Shahida. Meri chhoti horny _ chhinal. Ghar se phir phone kiya? Is baar itni bechain kyon ho? 

Ammi: (honthon ko kaat ti hui, dheere dheere rasoi se bedroom ki taraf chalti) Tumhe bahut miss kiya, jaan. Resort ke baad teen poore din ho gaye aur meri chut tumhare mote ***** lund ke liye taras rahi hai. Baar baar sochti hoon last time tumne mujhe har ched mein choda tha… main chahti hoon tum aao aur mujhe phir se barbaad kar do. Sirf tumhari awaaz sun kar main geeli ho rahi hoon. 

Gajendra: Achhi ladki. Tumhara woh chhota beta kaisa hai? Zaid theek hai? 

Ammi: (bedroom ka darwaza band karte hue, dheere se lock karti) Zaid theek hai, woh apne dost ke ghar gaya hai. Shaam tak nahi aayega. Lekin uske baare mein nahi baat karni. Main baat karna chahti hoon ki tum mujhe is bistar par jhuka kar kitni zor se chodoge. 






Gajendra: Haha, ab to bilkul besharm ho gayi hai. Aur tera shauhar? Bechare Hussein ki sehat kaisi hai aajkal? 

Ammi: (kadwi hansti hui, bistar par side mein let jaati) Hussein bilkul theek hai. Subah kaam par chala gaya jaise kuchh hua hi nahi. Woh kamzor, bore aadmi ko koi idea nahi ki uski biwi usse baat karte hue khud ko chhoo rahi hai. Uski sehat achhi hai… lekin uska lund abhi bhi bekaar hai. 

Gajendra: Yeh meri chhinal. Main abhi aa raha hoon. Main tujhe tere apne master bedroom mein chodunga, usi bistar par jahan woh bechara shauhar har raat teri chut aur gaand mein sota hai. 

Ammi: (aankhein phail jaati, thoda uth kar baithti) Ruk— yahan? Gajendra, nahi… maine socha tha hum pehle jaise kisi sasta motel mein milen. Ghar mein bahut khatra hai. Agar kuchh galat ho gaya to? 

Gajendra: Khatra hi to main yahan chahta hoon, baby. Main usi bistar par tujhe chodna chahta hoon jahan tu deendar biwi banne ka natak karti hai. Main teri shaadi shuda _ chut bharna chahta hoon jab tere shauhar ki photo side table par ho. Main already gaadi mein hoon. Tayyar reh. 

Ammi: (dheemi karah) Mmm… tu bahut bura hai. Theek hai… lekin bahut jaldi aa jaana, please. Agle tees minute mein. Mujhe tujhe andar lena hai pehle koi ghar aa jaaye. Main peeche wala darwaza khula chhod dungi. Bas… aaj mujhe zor zor se chodna. Main chahti hoon jab Hussein wapas aaye aur mere unhi honthon ko choome jo tere lund ko choos chuke hain to main dard mehsoos karun. 

Gajendra: Yeh sunna pasand hai mujhe. Phir se bata kitna behtar hai mera lund tere shauhar se. Zor se bol. 

Ammi: (awaaz gandi ho jaati) Tera lund Hussein ke chhote bekaar cheez se kitna bada, mota, sakht hai. Usne kabhi mujhe utna jhadwaya nahi jitna tu karta hai. Woh aadmi paanch minute bhi nahi tikta, lekin tu ghanton tak mujhe apni personal randi ki tarah chodta hai. Mujhe uski kamzori aur borepan se nafrat hai… hamesha ,,., aur dawaiyon ki baat karta rehta hai jab main tere cum ko mere andar se tapakte sochti hoon. 

Gajendra: (andhere se hanste) Jaari rakh, Shahida. Apne bewakoof bimaar shauhar ko gaali de. 

Ammi: Woh bahut loser hai, Gajendra. Sochta hai woh acche _ shauhar hai lekin apni biwi ko santusht bhi nahi kar sakta. Main natak karti hoon ki usse pyar karti hoon, lekin jaise hi woh kaam par chala jaata hai main phone par tujhe minnat karti hoon ki aa kar meri chedon ko faila de. Aaj main chahti hoon tu itna gehra cum mere andar bhar de ki jab woh raat ko ghar aaye to main abhi bhi tapak rahi hoon. Usse aise muh ko chumne de jismein abhi bhi tere lund ka maza ho. 

Gajendra: Fuck, tu kitni gandi chhoti munafiq hai. Mujhe yeh bahut pasand hai. Main das minute door hoon. Sab kapde utaar kar us bistar par mera intezaar kar. Main uske ghar mein uski biwi ko barbaad karne wala hoon. 

Ammi: Haan baby… main abhi kapde utaar rahi hoon. Jaldi aa… main tere bina bahut khali mehsoos kar rahi hoon. Aa ja, jo tera hai uspar haq jata. Yeh shaadi shuda chut ab teri hai aur meri peeche wali ched bhi, us bechare bimaar aadmi ki nahi. 

Woh abhi bhi baat karte hue bedroom mein chali gayi, bistar ke kinaare thoda jhuk kar jaise uske peeche hone ka soch rahi ho. “Haan… pehle jaise. Mujhe chahiye. Mujhe tujhe andar chahiye.” Call kuchh aur dheemi baaton ke baad khatam ho gayi, aur woh wahan ek pal ruk kar tez saansein le rahi thi. 






Baad mein main Ammi ko chudte dekhne ke liye tayyar tha. Intezaar se mera dil tez dhadak raha tha. 

Main phir se dekhna chahta tha— uska jism surrender karte hue, uski karahen ghar mein goonjte hue, woh poori tarah khud ko de deti hai. Yeh mera chhupa nasha ban gaya tha, aur main Gajendra ke aate hi chupke se dekhne ke liye tayyar tha. 

Uske aane se pehle Ammi living room mein aayi jahan main baitha tha. “Beta, aaj tu apne dost Jabir se milne jayega? Bahut din se nahi mila. Tera usse mil lena achha rahega.” 

Mujhe bilkul pata tha woh kyon poochh rahi thi. Woh chahti thi main ghar se bahar chala jaaun taaki woh aaram se chud sake. Usse chahiye thi khali ghar, zor zor se karahne ki azadi bina bete ke sunne ke dar ke. 

Maang to achhe se ki thi, lekin asli wajah saaf thi— woh ghar ko khali chahti thi Gajendra ke liye. 

Main dheere se sir hilaaya. “Haan Ammi. Main Jabir se mil sakta hoon.” 

Tabhi doorbell baji. Gajendra main jaane se pehle hi aa gaya. Woh andar aaya apni purani confident muskurahat ke saath, hum dono ko garam josh se salaam kiya. 

“Hello Shahida. Hello beta. Dono ko wapas safely dekh kar achha laga.” 

Ammi muskurayi, lekin uski aankhein pehle se bhookhi thi. “Hello Gajendra. Aane ke liye shukriya.” 

Main ne politely salaam kiya. “Hello uncle. Aapko dekh kar achha laga.” 

Humne abbu ki sehat aur trip ke baare mein kuchh aur baatein ki, lekin hawa mein chhupi tension mehsoos ho rahi thi. Jaldi hi maine ijazat li. “Main ab Jabir se milne nikal raha hoon. Baad mein milte hain.” 

Mera dil zor zor se dhadak raha tha jab main ghar se nikla, ye jaanne ke liye ki main jaate hi woh kya karenge. Main sadak par exactly das minute chala, phir chupke se wapas mud gaya. 

Main ghar ke side se chupke aaya aur abbu ke bedroom ki khidki par khada ho gaya jahan parda thoda khula tha. Woh dono abbu ke bedroom mein the, paas khade. 

Gajendra ne Ammi ko apni baahon mein kheench liya tha aur woh gehre chumban kar rahe the— dheere, josh bhare chumban jo dikha rahe the ki usne usko kitna miss kiya tha. 

Uski haath uski peeth par ghoom rahe the, use aur paas kheench rahe the, jab woh uske seene se lipat gayi, ungliyan uski shirt pakde hue. Chumban chalta raha, unke jism ek doosre se chipke hue, usi kamre mein jahan abbu har raat sota tha, dhoka uske bistar par ho raha tha. 









 

[SachinNarvekar]

Awesome update

[Raj_Rohan]

This Update is really awesome, especially those Ai clips reveling ass and dick are awesome. Please use those clips also for intercourse.

Finally son starts to pretend his mom, so sahida came to know that her son starts helping. Then it will.be really erotic if both mom and son makes hussain poor guy and looser

Waiting for NXT big update

[King111111666666]

Very good update bro thanks for story bro

[SachinNarvekar]

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

[kick789]

Great story

[Raj_Rohan]

No update for long days, update here as well.