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CHAPTER 5


Dhruv ko main aur zyada samajhne laga hoon.




Resort bahut shaant ho chuka tha jab ghadi raat ke gyarah baj chuke the. Door se samandar ki laheron ki awaaz air conditioner ki halki gun-gun ke saath mil rahi thi, jo usually raat ko mujhe araam deta tha lambi din ke baad.
Lekin aaj raat mera dimag sab kuchh soch raha tha — picnic, Ammi ka dheere dheere Uncle Dhruv ke saath garam hona, aur woh phool jo abhi bhi uske takiye ke paas rakha tha jaise woh chhod hi nahi pa rahi thi.
Main apne bed ke kinaare baitha tha, neeli pajama pehne, phone mein be-dhyaani se scroll kar raha tha, tab maine socha ki usse phir baat karun. Us aadmi mein kuchh aisa tha jo dilchasp lag raha tha, jaise upari dikhawa ke alawa aur bhi kuchh ho.
Main utha, stretch kiya, aur connecting door ki taraf gaya jahan Ammi abhi bhi jaag rahi thi. Woh pet ke bal leti hui apni halki green night dress mein thi, phone par kuchh padh rahi thi aur woh phool bistar ke side table par saaf dhyaan se rakha hua tha.
“Ammi,” maine dheere se kaha, darwaze ke frame se tek lagate hue taaki baat aaram se ho jaaye jaise humesha hoti thi. “Main soch raha tha… Uncle Dhruv bahut acche aadmi lagte hain, aur aaj picnic mein itna maza aaya tha, isliye socha ki main unke room mein thodi der baat kar aau.
Sirf unka sahi se shukriya ada karne ke liye aur unke kaam ki kuchh aur kahaniyan sunne ke liye. Zyada der nahi lagegi — waada hai main wapas aa jaunga pehle hi jab tumhe neend aane lage. Kya yeh theek hai?”
Ammi ne phone se nazar uthayi, uski bhuri aankhein meri aankhon se mili, woh naram aur sochti hui expression jo picnic ke baad se uske chehre par thi. Usne apna veil thoda theek kiya bhale hi woh night clothes mein thi, saalon ki sharm aur parda ki aadat, phir halke se saans chhod kar apni naram, behne wali awaaz mein boli.



Main: (darwaze ke paas khade, phone uthate hue) Ammi, main thodi der Dhruv ke room mein waqt bitane ja raha hoon. Bas aise hi baat karne.
Ammi: (couch se nazar uthate, aankhein phailti hui) Kya? Phir se? Rizwan, tum achanak uske saath itni planning kyon kar rahe ho? Pehle picnic, ab uske room mein? Beta, yeh bahut zyada ho raha hai. Maine tumhe kaha tha mujhe yeh sab pasand nahi.
Main: (hanste hue) Ammi, relax karo. Koi badi planning nahi hai. Woh yahan akela hai, hum jaise. Bas thodi der baat karne ja raha hoon. Koi badi baat nahi.
Ammi: (naatakiya saans chhod kar, khadi hote hue) Akela? Woh bada aadmi hai, Rizwan. Aur tum humein uske duniya mein kheench rahe ho. Pehle park mein zabardasti le gaye, ab yeh? Agla kya? Usse dinner ke liye bhi bulaoge?
Main: (abhi bhi hanste hue) Arre, tum phir se zyada soch rahi ho. Main sirf dostana kar raha hoon. Woh acche aadmi hain aur yahan koi nahi hai unka.
Ammi: (ungli seedhi karte hue, awaaz mazboot) Meri baat dhyan se suno. Usse mere baare mein ek shabd bhi mat bolna. Bilkul ek bhi nahi. Samajh gaye? Mujhe nahi chaahiye woh mere baare mein aur kuchh jaane.
Main: (muskurate hue) Theek hai, theek hai. Nahi bolunga. Waada. (phir hansta) Jaise main tumhare raaz bechne ja raha hoon.
Ammi: (aankhein chhoti karte hue) Main serious hoon, Rizwan. Jaana hai to jao, lekin jo maine kaha woh yaad rakhna.
Main: (hanste hue darwaza kholte) Haan Ammi. Fikar mat karo. Jaldi wapas aaunga.
(Main bahar nikalta hoon aur kuchh kadam chal kar Dhruv ke room tak pahunchta hoon. Main halke se knock karta hoon. Woh muskurate hue darwaza kholta hai.)
Dhruv: Arre Rizwan! Andar aao, andar aao. Main yahan baitha bore ho raha tha. Achha laga tumhe dekh kar, yaar.
Main: (andar aate aur chair par baithte) Shukriya, Dhruv bhai. Socha thodi der baat kar aau.
Dhruv: (darwaza band kar ke bed par baithte) Perfect time pe aaye. Poori shaam aaj ke din ke baare mein soch raha tha. Sach mein, picnic bahut maza aaya green park mein. Saath mein company milna bahut achha laga. Khaas kar tumhari Ammi — woh bahut shaandaar aurat hain. Tum acche ladke ho jo unhe saath le aaye aur itna khyaal rakhte ho.
Main: (muskurate) Shukriya. Woh shuru mein thodi hichkicha rahi thi, lekin baad mein theek ho gaya.
Dhruv: (hanste hue) Hichkicha rahi thi? Woh to seedha mana kar rahi thi! Yaad hai kaise keh rahi thi “hum khud chale jayenge”? Maine socha tha minnat karni padegi. Lekin khush hoon woh aayi.
Main: (uske saath hanste hue) Haan, wapas aate hue hum bhi uspar has rahe the. Subah woh bahut naatak kar rahi thi.
Dhruv: Sach batao — us din usko kaisa laga? Mujhe nahi chaahiye woh uncomfortable ho.
Main: Woh dikhawa kar rahi thi jaise maza nahi aaya, lekin maine dekha. Room se nikalne se pehle usne tumhare diye phool phir se soonghe. Aur unhe counter par rakh diya tha, phenkne ki jagah, bhale hi usne waada kiya tha. Iske alawa wapas aate hue usne tumhare parivaar ke baare mein bahut sawaal kiye. Aur park mein woh jheel ke paas dheere chal rahi thi, jaise woh zyada araam kar rahi ho jis se woh maanti thi.
Dhruv: (muskurahat failate, aankhein chamakti hui) Sach? Usne phool phir se soonghe? Yeh sun kar bahut khushi hui. Aur usne mere parivaar ke baare mein poocha? Wah. Maine socha tha woh sirf adab se baat kar rahi thi. Tumhari Ammi kuchh aur hi hain, Rizwan. Bahut khubsurat, bahut saabit. Woh apne aap ko kaise rakhti hain… yeh kam hi hota hai. Unme ek chhupi hui khubsurati hai jo dimag mein rehti hai.
Main: (hanste hue) Haan, woh aisi hi hain. Bahar se sakht lekin andar se naram.
Dhruv: (abhi bhi muskurate) Tum khushnaseeb ho unhe paa kar. Har beta apni Ammi ko is tarah vacation par nahi le jaata. Tum acche ladke ho.
Main: (thoda hilte hue) To… meri girlfriend ke baare mein. Yaad hai woh photo jo us raat mere phone par dikha tha?
Dhruv: (halke se hanste, peeche tek lagate) Haan, woh jo achanak aa gaya tha. Sharm mat karo, yaar. Hum dono bade hain. Yeh normal hai. Uske baare mein batao. Uska naam kya hai? Kitne din se saath ho?
Main: (chehra thoda laal hote) Uska naam Priya hai. Hum lagbhag do saal se saath hain. Woh ghar par padh rahi hai.
Dhruv: (sir hilaate) Achha. Door-door ka rishta, haan? Mushkil hota hoga. Lekin woh photo… woh bahut garam lag rahi thi, yaar. Isliye tum uski photos paas rakhte ho.
Main: (sharmate hue hanste) Haan… us raat jab woh dikha tha to main sharma gaya tha.
Dhruv: (tasalli bhari awaaz) Arre relax. Yahan koi judge nahi kar raha. Sabke saath aise waqt aate hain. To batao aur — tum dono ne rishte mein agla kadam uthaya hai kya? Jaise… asli kareeb?
Main: (sir hilaate) Nahi… nahi kiya. Matlab hum chumban karte hain aur sab, lekin usse zyada kuchh nahi.
Dhruv: (aaram se lekin curious) Hmm. Kya mujhe kuchh aur photos dikha sakte ho? Bas curious hoon.
Main: (phone nikaal kar usko kuchh normal aur thodi revealing photos Priya ki dikhaate) Yeh lo… yeh recent hain.
Dhruv: (photos dekh kar, sarahate hue) Wah, woh bahut khubsurat hai. Aisi ladkiyan pyar chahti hain, Rizwan. Asli pyar. Agar tum usko bahut pyar, dhyan, meethi baatein doge… woh poori tarah khul jayegi. Vishwas karo — usko yeh pyar do aur woh tumhe apni chut de degi. Itna simple hai.
Main: (hanste hue, hairan ki usne itna seedha bola) Tumne sach mein “chut” bola… okay, ab hum khule ho rahe hain.
Dhruv: (muskurate) Kyon nahi? Hum mard hain baat kar rahe hain. Sharmane ki zarurat nahi. To batao, tumhe kaisa lagta hai? Tum Priya ke saath sex karna chahte ho?
Main: (abhi bhi halke se hanste) Haan… chahta hoon. Lekin nahi jaanta kaise aage badhaun.
Dhruv: (aage jhuk kar, dostana) Tum seekh jaoge. Bas himmat rakho. Ab batao — jab hum itne khule hain — mera divorce wala zindagi tumhe kaisa lag raha hai?
Main: (curious) Sach bataun? Kaisa hai? Kya kisi ki kami mehsoos hoti hai?
Dhruv: (saans chhod kar muskurate) Kabhi kabhi haan. Meri ex biwi New Delhi mein beti ke saath hai. Hum do saal pehle alag hue. Ab shaanti hai, lekin road par akela lagta hai.
Main: (seedha) Kya main personal sawal poochh sakta hoon? Kya tum… abhi sex se santusht ho?
Dhruv: (halke se hanste, bilkul be-ijjati nahi) Seedha point par, haan? Achha. Sach bataun? Nahi. Pichhle teen mahine se kisi aurat ko nahi choda. Shipping ka kaam mujhe hamesha travel karata hai — ports, meetings, der raat tak. Waqt nahi, mauka nahi. Bahut frustration hoti hai, lekin kya karen?
Main: (sir hilaate) Teen mahine? Bahut lambi muddat hai.
Dhruv: (kandhe uchkaate) Bahut lambi. Isliye acche logon jaise tum aur tumhari Ammi se baat karna achha lagta hai. Trip behtar ho jata hai. Waise… kya tumhari Ammi ne sach mein phool rakhe the?
Main: (phir hanste) Haan. Unhone unhe glass mein counter par rakh diya. Keh rahi hain phenk dengi, lekin abhi bhi wahan hain.
Dhruv: (naram muskurahat se) Dilchasp. Chhodo mujhe, ab tum batao. Priya ke baare mein koi advice chahiye? Ya kuchh aur?
Main: (ab aaram se) Shayad baad mein. Yeh bahut achha lag raha hai — aise hi baat karna.
Dhruv: (pehle wali baat par muskurate) Chhodo serious baatein. Agar koi recent photo Priya ki hai to ek aur dikhao. Dekhna chahta hoon kaunsi ladki ne tumhara dil jeet liya.
Main: (hanste, phone unlock kar gallery mein scroll karte) Theek hai, ek achhi wali dhoondhta hoon.
(Jab main jaldi jaldi photos swipe kar raha tha, mera angutha phisal gaya aur purani photo screen par aa gayi. Woh photo Ammi aur Abbu ki thi pichhle saal ghar ke park se. Ammi cream rang ki sundar abaya pehne hui thi jismein halke blue phoolon ke design the. Abbu pale yellow shalwar kameez mein the, dono paas khade the, Abbu ka haath Ammi ki kamar par halke se laga hua tha. Ammi bahut khubsurat lag rahi thi aur uski figure flowing dress mein saaf dikhai de rahi thi.)



Dhruv: (achanak freeze ho jata, aankhein phailti hui shock mein screen ko dekhta) Wait… kya? Kya yeh… kya yeh tumhari Ammi hain?
Main: (uski reaction se hairan) Haan, yeh meri Ammi hain. Minal. Kyon? Tum bahut shocked lag rahe ho.
Dhruv: (abhi bhi photo ko dekhte, kuchh seconds tak palak nahi jhapkaate) Yeh sach mein woh hain? Tumhare Abbu ke saath?
Main: (sir hilaate) Haan, pichhle saal ki hai. Kyon aise react kar rahe ho? Yeh to sirf purani photo hai.
(Dhruv photo ko gehri nazar se dekhta rehta hai. Uski aankhein Ammi ke jism par cream abaya aur blue phoolon par atak gayi thi — kapda kaise uske curves ko dheere se jakad raha tha, khaas kar uske seene aur kamar ke aaspaas. Woh poora mesmerized lag raha tha. Main notice karta hoon kaise uski aankhein flowing dress aur uske figure ko hug mein trace kar rahi thi.)
Main: (ek eyebrow uthate) Dhruv bhai… tum theek ho? Tum bahut zor se ghoor rahe ho.
Dhruv: (akhirkaar hosh mein aate, gale ko saaf karte aur jaldi se phone wapas karte) Sorry… lo, tumhara phone. Main bas… aise dekhne ki ummeed nahi thi. Woh hallway aur park mein jitni dikhi thi usse bahut alag lag rahi hain. Woh dress… uspar bilkul perfect lag rahi thi.
Main: (phone wapas lete, notice karte ki woh abhi bhi thoda off lag raha tha) Maine tumhe aise kabhi nahi dekha. Ek pal ke liye tum poore gum ho gaye the.
Dhruv: (awkward hanste, recover karne ki koshish karte) Nahi nahi… kuchh nahi. Tumhari Ammi bahut khubsurat hain, Rizwan. Tum khushnaseeb ho. Woh apne aap ko bahut grace se rakhti hain. Sach mein… bahut shaandaar aurat.
Main: (muskurate) Shukriya. Woh abhi hotel room mein hain, shayad Abbu se phone par baat kar rahi hain. Unhone pehle message kiya tha.



Dhruv: (sofa par peeche tek lagate, abhi bhi thoda dhyaan bhatka hua) Room mein, haan? Theek hai…
Main: (ab curious) Kyon aise react kiya tha? Photo mein tum poore mesmerized lag rahe the. Kya dress ki wajah se tha ya kuchh aur?
Dhruv: (halke se hanste, sawal ko avoid karte) Bas hairan tha, bas itna. Woh photo mein tumhare Abbu ke saath bahut shaant aur khush lag rahi thi. Achha family moment tha.
Main: (poora convinced nahi) Arre sach batao. Tum us cream abaya mein usko ghoor rahe the. Jaise nazar hi nahi hata pa rahe the.
Dhruv: (abhi bhi halke se hanste, sir hilaate) Tum soch rahe ho, Rizwan. Tumhari Ammi bahut attractive aurat hain, bas yeh keh raha hoon. Ab ek minute ke liye maaf karna — mujhe jaldi se nahana hai. Poora din paseena aa raha tha. Sofa par aaram se baitho. Main das minute mein wapas aa jaunga.
Main: (use khade hote dekhte) Ruko, Dhruv bhai… sach mein, photo mein kuchh aisa dekha kya jo tumhe pakad gaya? Tum ajeeb behave kar rahe ho.
Dhruv: (bathroom ke darwaze par ruk kar, muskurate lekin phir avoid karte) Kuchh nahi, yaar. Bas achhi photo thi. Aaram se baitho aur wait karo. Main jaldi hoon.
Woh bathroom ke andar chala gaya aur darwaza band kar diya. Main sofa par baith gaya, abhi bhi hairan tha. Maine kabhi Dhruv ko itna gussa ya bechain nahi dekha tha — usually woh itna smooth aur confident hota hai. Jis tarah usne Ammi ko us cream abaya mein blue phoolon wale dekha… saaf tha ki woh uske jism se behosh ho gaya tha. Usne bahar nikaalne ki koshish ki, lekin saaf dikhta tha kuchh usko bahut zor se laga tha.
Dhruv: (bathroom ke andar se, awaaz thodi dabbi hui) Feel free to watch TV ya kuchh bhi karo jab tak main andar hoon!
Main: (wapas pukarte hue) Theek hai… lekin tumne abhi bhi mera sawaal sahi se jawab nahi diya!
Main ne phir se phone uthaya aur Ammi ki photo ko dekhta raha, yeh dekhne ki koshish kar raha tha ki usko kya hairani hui. Lekin mujhe wohi dikha jo hamesha dikhta tha — uski lajawab khubsurati, woh bhari hui curves jo kisi bhi modest abaya mein poori tarah chhup nahi sakti thi.
Uski bhari choochiyan cream kapde ke against dab rahi thi, naram aur bharpoor shape bana rahi thi, aur uski moti gaand peeche garv se ubhari hui thi, kapda uske bade gol gaand ke tukdon par kas kar khinch raha tha jisse blue phool uske jism par nach rahe the.
Woh paak aur deendar lag rahi thi, jaise perfect _ Ammi hoti hai, Abbu ke paas khadi thi uske pale yellow shalwar kameez mein. Maine sir hilaaya, abhi bhi uljha hua, aur phone side par rakh diya.
Baatein karne ke baad thoda pyaas lagi thi, isliye main utha aur kamre ke kone mein chhote water dispenser ke paas chala gaya.
Yeh bathroom ki deewar ke bilkul paas tha, itna paas ki shower ki awaaz saaf sunai de rahi thi. Lekin phir paani ke saath kuchh aur awaazein mix hone lagi — bathroom ke andar se ajeeb awaazein.
Pehle sirf bhari saansein thi, jaise Dhruv workout ke baad haanf raha ho, lekin jaldi hi yeh dheemi, gale se nikalti karah aur gehri siskariyon mein badal gayi jo bathroom ki deewaron se goonj rahi thi.
“Ahhh… fuck… haan…” Awaazein kacchi aur rhythm wali thi, zor badhati ja rahi thi, jaise woh chup rehne ki koshish kar raha ho lekin rok nahi pa raha. Main dispenser ke paas khada tha, glass aadha bhara haath mein, dimag confusion se bhara hua.
Andar kya ho raha tha? Yeh sirf nahane jaisa nahi lag raha tha. Karahen aur tez hoti gayin, unke saath geeli, thap thap ki awaazein jo pehle samajh nahi aa rahi thi.
Maine khud se kaha yeh kuchh ajeeb nahi — woh acche aadmi hain, izzat karne wale, picnic mein humare saath itna achha vyavhaar kiya tha. Shayad woh thaka hua tha aur stress nikaal raha tha.
Lekin awaazein aati rahi, ab aur tez, woh bechain saansein aur siskariyaan shower ke paani ke saath mil rahi thi. Meri curiosity jeet gayi aur main dheere se bathroom ke darwaze ki taraf badha, carpet par paon tiptoe kar ke taaki koi awaaz na ho.
Hotel ke bathroom ke darwazon mein frosted glass panel tha jo andar light hone par thoda transparent ho jata tha, agar bilkul paas jaakar dekho to dhundhle shapes dikh jaate the.



Main darwaze ke paas deewar se sat gaya, dil thoda tez dhadak raha tha, aur sunne laga.
Ab woh haath se mutthi maarne ki awaazein bilkul saaf thi — geeli, rhythm wali thap thap, jaise haath kisi moti aur sakht cheez par tez tez upar neeche ho raha ho. Woh aur zor se karah raha tha, almost growl karte hue. “Haan… main tujhe paa lunga… aaj raat tu meri hai…”
Ab mujhe pakka ho gaya — woh andar mutthi maar raha tha. Awaazein bahut saaf aur gandi thi, kuchh aur ho hi nahi sakta tha. Uska haath tez pump kar raha tha, har stroke ke saath geeli fapping goonj rahi thi, aur woh dheemi gandi awaaz mein baatein kar raha tha jo mere pet mein guthli si daal rahi thi lekin mera apna secret aadat samajh raha tha.
“Teri choochiyan bahut achhi hain… itni bhari aur naram us dress ke neeche… main unko nichodna chahta hoon jab tak tu mere liye karah na de.” Woh phir se siskari, haath aur tez. “Aur woh badi gaand… ooohh, kapdon ke neeche kaise hilti hai… main uske moti gaand ke tukdon ko pakadunga aur poora failaunga… chehra beech mein daal kar chakhoonga kitni meethi hai tu.”
Woh saaf kisi aurat ke baare mein fantasy kar raha tha jo uske dimag mein atak gayi thi, har lafz se zinda aur sharmnaak tasveer bana raha tha. “Aa ja, tu pavitra chhoti tease… ghutno par baith aur apne sundar honthon se mera lund choos. Mujhe pata hai tere paas aisa kabhi nahi aaya… main tujhe itna chok karunga ki teri aankhein paani se bhar jayengi.” Aur siskariyaan, aur bechain fapping.
“Phir main tujhe jhukaunga aur teri tight chut mein zor se dhakka marunga… teri badi gaand ko mere liye uchhalta dekhunga jab tak main tujhe bewakoof na bana doon. Ant tak tu mera naam cheekhegi, har inch ke liye bheekh maangegi.”
Main yakeen nahi kar pa raha tha jo sun raha tha. Yeh wohi izzat wale Uncle Dhruv the jo humein picnic le gaye the aur Ammi ke saath politely hans rahe the.
Mujhe nahi pata tha yeh aadmi andar se itna ganda hai, lekin maine samjhaane ki koshish ki — usne ek baar bataya tha ki teeno mahine se kisi ke saath nahi tha travel schedule ki wajah se.
Koi aascharya nahi pressure itna badh gaya tha. Phir bhi jis tarah woh bol raha tha, itna kacha aur khula, mera dil tez dhadak raha tha.
Main ne bathroom ke darwaze ka glass panel dheere se ek chhoti si darar mein khola — bahut dheere aur sambhal kar — taaki andar jhaank sakun bina uske notice kiye. Shower poora chal raha tha, steam chhote space mein bhar gaya tha, lekin light itni tez thi ki sab kuchh saaf dikh raha tha.
Mera dil itna zor se dhadak raha tha ki lag raha tha seene se bahar nikal jayega. Meri aankhein seedhe uske lund par gayi aur main shock se jam gaya.
Woh bahut bada tha — aasani se gyarah inch lamba, meri kalai jitna mota, nasen bhara aur paththar jaisa sakht, uske moti taangon ke beech seedha khada tha jab uski mutthi upar neeche tez tez kar rahi thi. Sir phoola hua aur baingani tha, precum tapak raha tha jo shower ke paani mein mil raha tha.



Main rok nahi pa raha tha. Koi aascharya nahi uski biwi ne usse saal pehle talaaq le liya tha, jaise usne ek baar casually bataya tha — main socha shayad usne itna bada lund handle nahi kar payi. Kaise koi normal aurat itna bada andar le sakti hai? Lag raha tha kisi aurat ko beech se cheer dega, uski deewaron ko hadd tak failayega, itna gehra maarega ki andar ka sab badal dega. Itni badi size dekh kar mera apna lund chhota mehsoos ho raha tha, aur soch raha tha yeh bina dard kiye kaise fit hoga, Ammi jaisi tight aur pavitra chut har dhadakte inch ke ird-gird kaise ladegi aur failegi.
Phir, jab uska haath aur tez ud raha tha aur uski siskariyaan bechain gurrane mein badal rahi thi, usne woh naam bola jo mujhe bijli ki tarah laga. “Minal… fuck, haan… Minal… main teri moti _ chut ko barbaad kar dunga… tujhe mera secret randi bana dunga jab tera shauhar Dubai mein ho…”
Main poora shock ho gaya — dimag pehle to maanne ko taiyar nahi tha. Main wahan jam gaya, aankhein phaili, dil itna zor se dhadak raha tha ki seene mein dard ho raha tha.
Uncle Dhruv meri Ammi ke baare mein mutthi maar raha tha? Meri deendar, modest, veil pehne wali Ammi? Zindagi mein kabhi kisi mard ko uske baare mein aisi gandi aur sharmnaak baatein karte nahi suna tha.
Yeh woh aurat thi jo roz paanch waqt ,,., padhti thi, sirf Abbu ke saath hi rahi thi, layers mein kapde pehenti thi har curve chhupane ke liye.
Aur yahan yeh mazboot, ganja ***** aadmi apna gyarah inch ka bada lund haath mein pakde uske baare mein porn star ki tarah baatein kar raha tha. “Minal… woh bhari choochiyan uchhalti hui jab main peeche se chodunga… main teri badi gaand ko laal kar thappad marunga aur dekhunga kaise hilti hai… teri tight chhoti chut mein apna cum bhar dunga jab tak woh teri raanon par tapak na de… tujhe tere pavitra rules bhula dunga aur aur maangne pe majboor kar dunga…”
Woh chalta raha, awaaz khushi se toot rahi thi. “Choos, Minal… apne perfect honthon se mera lund lapet aur gehra le… mujhe pata hai tere paas asli mard kabhi nahi aaya… main tere har ched ko apna bana lunga…”
Ab uska haath dhundhla ho gaya tha, fapping ki awaazein shower ke upar bahut tez aur gandi. Uske balls har stroke ke saath bhari hui hil rahe the, aur uska mazboot jism edge ke paas pahunch kar tan gaya.
Phir hua — usne lambi, gale se gehri siskari nikali aur phoot pada. Mote mote reshe uske bade lund se nikal kar shower ki deewar par zor zor se pad rahe the, baar baar, jitna maine kabhi kisi ko nikalte nahi dekha tha.
Yeh har taraf tha — white dharar tiles par beh rahi thi jab woh har boond nikaal raha tha, abhi bhi uska naam dheeme se lete hue. “Minal… fuck… haan…”
Main aur nahi dekh saka. Mere haath kaamp rahe the, poora jism shock aur us ghinaune, gande utsaah se larz raha tha jo main control nahi kar pa raha tha. Main darwaze se dheere peeche hata, dil abhi bhi dhol ki tarah baj raha tha.
Deewar ke bahar bathroom ke paas wali ghadi mein exactly 12:00 AM — midnight ka waqt dikha raha tha. Main tiptoe karte hue armchair ki taraf dauda, phone uthaya aur jaldi se kamre se bahar nikal gaya bina awaaz kiye, darwaza dheere se band kiya.
Meri taangein kamzor mehsoos ho rahi thi jab main hallway se hote hue apne kamron ki taraf jaldi kar raha tha, dimag ghum raha tha sab kuchh jo maine abhi dekha aur suna tha.
Uncle Dhruv ne abhi bahut zor se mutth maari thi jab woh meri Ammi ko sabse gande tareeke se chodne ke khayalon mein tha. Aur sabse bura yeh ki mujhe khud nahi pata tha main iske baare mein kya mehsoos kar raha hoon… lekin main jaanta tha ki yeh trip ab bahut zyada uljha hua ban gaya tha jitna maine kabhi socha bhi nahi tha.



Main usse baat kiya aur bata diya ki main apne hotel room mein wapas ja raha hoon kyonki Ammi mujhe bula rahi hai. Woh shock jaisa lag raha tha, usne poocha ki main itni jaldi kyon ja raha hoon jabki woh mujhse bahut si baatein karna chahta tha shayad meri Ammi ke baare mein.
Lekin maine usse kaha ki Ammi mujhse kuchh madad chahti hai to woh samajh gaya.
(Main dheere se hotel room ka darwaza kholta hoon aur andar kadam rakhta hoon. Lights abhi bhi on hain. Ammi bistar par baithi hai, bilkul soyi nahi hai. Woh Dhruv ke diye hue gulabon ka bouquet god mein liye hue hai, ungliyon se ek pankhudi ko dheere se chhoo rahi hai.)
Main: Ammi? Abhi bhi jaag rahi ho? Abhi tak soyi kyon nahi? Bahut der ho gayi hai.
Ammi: (thoda chaunk kar lekin jaldi se sambhalti hui) Oh… main bas tere abbu se baat kar rahi thi. Neend nahi aa rahi thi isliye unhe phone kiya.
Main: (phoolon ko abhi bhi uske haathon mein dekhte hue) Aur abhi bhi woh phool haathon mein liye hue ho… jo Dhruv ne diye the.
Ammi: (neeche dekhte hue gulabon par, thodi sharmaati hui) Haan… main tere abbu se video call par baat kar rahi thi. Jab unhone call kiya tha tab yeh phool mere haath mein the. Main phone achanak neeche nahi rakhna chahti thi.
Main: Video call? Tum aur abbu pehle bhi raat ko der tak aise baat karte the na? Lambi lambi baatein.
Ammi: (dheere se sir hilaati hui) Haan, karte the… khas kar jab woh pehli baar Dubai gaye the. Hum ghanton tak baat karte rehte the. Aaj raat unhone mera chehra dekhna chahta tha isliye video call kiya.
(Tabhi Ammi phone ko meri taraf ghumati hai.)
Ammi: (phone par bolte hue) Ruk, main phone Rizwan ko de deti hoon. Woh abhi wapas aa gaya hai.
Abbu: (phone se awaaz aati hui, khush) Rizwan! Beta, kaisa hai tu? Aa, mujhse baat kar.
Main: (bilkul off guard ho kar, dimag mein turant sab kuchh ghumne lagta hai jo maine abhi Dhruv se baat ki thi — khuli baatein, Ammi ki tareef, girlfriend wali baatein. Main thoda ghabra gaya) Uh… Hi Abbu… main theek hoon. Tum kaise ho?
(Main ek second ke liye haklaata hoon, awaaz normal se kam smooth hai.)
Abbu: Arre, itna hairan kyon lag raha hai? Sab theek hai wahan? Vacation kaisi chal rahi hai? Teri Ammi teri achhi dekhbhaal kar rahi hai na?
Main: (thoda sambhal kar) Haan Abbu. Vacation achhi hai. Aaj hum park gaye the… bahut achha tha. Dubai mein construction ka kaam kaisa chal raha hai?
Abbu: (thaka hua lekin fakhr se) Chal raha hai beta. Hum badi tower project par kaam kar rahe hain. Lambi shifts hain lekin paise achhe mil rahe hain. Garmi to maar rahi hai. Bata, tum dono theek se kha rahe ho? Teri Ammi ne bataya aaj picnic kiya tha.
Main: Haan… kiya tha. Maza aaya.
Abbu: Achha, achha. Apni Ammi ka khayal rakhna, theek? Usse thakne mat dena.
Main: Main rakhunga Abbu.
(Ammi achanak phone mere haath se cheen leti hai, jaldi se camera ko chhat ki taraf ghuma deti hai taaki chehra na dikhe aur phone ko thoda peeth ke peeche chhupa leti hai jaise abbu agle hisse ko saaf na sun sake. Call abhi bhi chal rahi hai.)
Ammi: (bahut dheemi fisfisahat mein mere paas jhuk kar) Rizwan… jab tu Dhruv ke kamre mein gaya tha to kya usne mere baare mein baat ki? Jaldi bata.
Main: (normal awaaz mein jawab dene wala tha) Usne kaha —
Ammi: (turant haath mere muh par rakh deti hai, aankhein phaili) Shhh! Dheere bol… fisfisa kar!
Main: (ab fisfisate hue, uska haath abhi bhi mere muh ke paas) Usne sirf achhi baatein kahi Ammi. Usne kaha tum bahut shaandaar ho… bahut khubsurat aur saabit. Usne picnic ke saath bahut maza kiya, khas kar tumse baat karke. Usne tumhari bahut tareef ki.



Ammi: (aankhon mein saaf utsaah, awaaz abhi bhi fisfisahat) Usne yeh sab kaha? Usne exactly kya kaha? Sab kuchh bata.
Abbu: (phone se awaaz, uljhan mein) Minal? Kahan chali gayi? Camera kyon chhat ki taraf hai? Hello? Sun rahi ho?
Ammi: (jaldi se phone ki taraf zor se bolti hui, abhi bhi chhupaye hue) Sorry sorry… phone ek second ke liye gir gaya tha. Signal yahan thoda kamzor hai. Main yahan hoon.
Main: (phir se fisfisate hue Ammi se) Usne kaha tumhari chuppi khubsurati dimag mein basi rehti hai. Aur ki main bahut kismat wala hoon jo meri Ammi aisi hai.
Ammi: (honthon par halki muskurahat aa jati hai khud ke khilaaf, lekin chhupane ki koshish karti hai) Hmm… theek hai. Bas yahi?
Main: Haan… zyadatar achhi baatein. Kuchh bura nahi.
Abbu: (abhi bhi phone se) Minal? Rizwan? Sab theek to hai? Koi chehra kyon nahi dikha raha?
Ammi: (ab mujhe muskurate hue lekin jaldi fisfisate) Theek hai, ab apne kamre mein ja. Good night beta. Kal baat karenge.
Main: (muskurate hue fisfisate) Good night Ammi.
(Main apne bistar ki taraf chal padta hoon. Jaate hue main sunta hoon Ammi phone ko phir se apni taraf ghuma rahi hai aur normal awaaz mein video call jaari karti hai.)
Ammi: (Abbu se meethi awaaz mein) Sorry jaan. Rizwan wapas aa gaya tha aur hum bas ek minute baat kar rahe the. Network thoda kharab ho raha tha. Haan… yahan sab theek hai. Aaj din achha gaya. Rizwan thodi der bahar gaya tha yahan ke ek dost se baat karne… kuchh important nahi. Bata, aaj tera dinner kaisa tha? Theek se khaya tha?
(Main apne bistar par let jata hoon lekin chup rehta hoon, uski naram awaaz sunta hoon jab woh Abbu se baat jaari rakhti hai, din ke baare mein chhoti chhoti bahane aur wajah deti hui. Ab woh bilkul normal aur pyar bhari awaaz mein usse baat kar rahi hai jaise Dhruv ke baare mein woh fisfisahat kabhi hui hi nahi thi.)

 

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hot update please make Dhruv to sex chat with her in future

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bahut hi chamatkar aur mazadar writings! bahut bahut exciting story.

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CHAPTER 6


Main chahta hoon ki meri mom aur Dhruv ek dusre ko 
aur zyada jaane-pehchaane.






Teen din resort mein bahut jaldi guzar gaye, subah ke shaant waqt, dopahar ki sair, 
aur shaam ko jab Ammi aur main saath baith kar abbu ke Dubai se updates ki baat 
karte. Yeh trip taaza karne wala tha, lekin ab woh din aa gaya tha jab hamein ghar
 wapas lautna tha. 


Hamare bag zyadatar pack ho chuke the, aur resort thoda meethe dukh jaisa lag
 raha tha jab hum us sundar hariyali aur samandar ke nazaron ko chhodne ki 
taiyari kar rahe the. 

Us subah, halka nashta khatam karne ke baad, main Ammi ki taraf mud kar aasani 
se muskuraya. “Ammi, main aaj Dhruv ke saath kuchh waqt bitane jaunga jaane se
 pehle. In dinon mein hum dost ban gaye hain, aur main usse achha alvida kehna 
chahta hoon. 

Main shaam tak wapas aa jaunga taaki hum kal ke flight ke liye sab 
taiyar kar sakein.” 

Ammi apne bistar ke kinaare baithi thi, ,,., ke baad veil theek kar rahi thi. Usne
 soch kar mujhe dekha, phir dheere se sir hilaaya. “Theek hai beta. Agar tum uske 
saath waqt bitana chahte ho to main rokungi nahi. 

Tum uski company enjoy kar rahe
 ho, aur jo maine dekha hai woh achha aadmi lagta hai. Bas shaam tak wapas aa 
jaana, theek? Hamein abhi bhi bag double check karne hain aur lambi yatra se pehle
 aaram karna hai.” 

Mujhe chhoti si uttejana mehsoos hui. “Shukriya Ammi. Main waada karta hoon der 
hone se pehle wapas aa jaunga. Kya tum mere saath chalna chahti ho? Hum sab 
milkar lunch kar sakte hain ya kuchh.” 

Usne dheere se lekin mazbooti se sir hilaaya, uski hare aankhein meri aankhon se
 mili. “Nahi beta. Main yahin ruk kar aaram karungi. Aaj bahar zyada jaane ka 
mann nahi hai. Tum jao aur maze karo. Lekin suno — agar Dhruv mere baare mein
 kuchh bhi kahe jab tum uske saath ho, kuchh bhi, to wapas aakar mujhe sab bata 
dena. Mujhe jaanna hai. Hum ek sahi parivaar hain, aur mujhe in baaton se waqif 
rehna chahiye.” 

Main ne sir hilaaya, awaaz halki rakhte hue. “Zaroor Ammi. Main sab bataunga. Fikar
 mat karo.” 

Main kamron se nikla aur neeche Dhruv se mila. Humne pura din saath bitaya, achhe 
restaurants aur ilaake ke acche jagahon par ghumte hue. Hum saath ki kahaniyon
 par hanste, zindagi ki baat karte, aur garam mausam ka maza lete rahe. 

Baad mein humne ek aur restaurant chuna jahan bahar baithne ki achhi jagah thi, 
rang birange chhatriyon ke neeche table, aur halki hawa chal rahi thi. Humne thanda
 coke aur kuchh swadisht nashte maange — khasta samosa, taza kata phal, aur tez 
chaat. Jab hum kha rahe the, baat zyada personal ho gayi. 

Dhruv apni kursi par peeche jhuk gaya, uska mota mazboot jism aaram se tha lekin
 aankhein gambhir. 

Main: Yeh bahut achha hai yaar. Dinner ke baad aise hi baithna. Koi jaldi nahi, koi 
plan nahi. 

Dhruv: (coke ka bada ghunt lete hue, kursi par aaram se peeche jhuk kar muskurate)
 Bilkul. Yeh shaam ki hawa bahut achhi lagti hai. To aaj tumhari Ammi kahan hai? 
Jab main tumhare darwaze ke paas se guzra tha to unhe nahi dekha. 

Main: (muskurate hue) Woh kamre ke andar thi. Kaha tha achhe se aaram karna 
chahti hai. Thodi der pehle maine unhe halka sa dance karte dekha — jaante ho, 
phone par purane gaane sun kar thoda hil rahi thi. Kabhi kabhi karti hain jab sochti
 hain koi dekh nahi raha. 

Dhruv: (halke se hansta, aankhein chamak uthi) Dance? Minal dance kar rahi thi… 
main iske liye paisa de sakta hoon. Socho woh mere liye aise hil rahi ho. (halke se 
hansta) Khuda, yeh to kuchh khaas hoga. 

Main: (uske saath hanste hue, lekin pet mein ajeeb mor mehsoos karte hue kyonki 
mujhe already pata tha woh uske kitna deewana hai) Haha, haan… woh sharm se 
mar jayengi agar yeh sunengi. 

Dhruv: (abhi bhi muskurate, ek aur ghunt lete) Nahi, sach mein. Tumhari Ammi mein
 ek khubsurat andaaz hai. Sirf chalte waqt bhi woh sundar lagti hain. Lekin dance? 
Woh to agla level hoga. 

(Hum dono thodi der hanste. Main kursi par hilta hoon, natak karta hoon jaise kuchh
 nahi, lekin andar soch raha hoon — haan, woh pehle din se hi usmein interested hai.) 

Dhruv: Waise… tumhare abbu kaise hain? Dubai se kab wapas aa rahe hain? Tumne
 bataya tha woh wahan kaam karte hain. 

Main: Woh abhi bhi us bade construction project par hain. Kehte hain kam se kam
 aur teen chaar mahine lagenge. Jo tower bana rahe hain woh bahut bada hai, aur 
deadlines bar bar aage badh rahe hain. 

Dhruv: Chaar mahine? Yeh to bahut lambi muddat hai tumhari Ammi ke liye akele
 rehne ki. Kya unhe unki kami mehsoos nahi hoti? 

Main: Hoti hai… lekin woh mazboot hain. Kehti hain ab aadat pad gayi hai. Kabhi
 kabhi raat ko video call par baat karte hain, lekin woh baat alag nahi hoti. 

Dhruv: (dheere se sir hilaate) Unke liye mushkil hoga. Minal jaisi aurat… uske aas
 paas koi aisa hona chahiye jo sach mein uske liye ho. Sirf hazaaron kilometer 
door se phone calls nahi. 






Main: Haan. Abbu hamesha kehte hain “jaldi”, lekin hum sab jaante hain aise 
projects kaise chalte hain. Pichhli baar unhone teen mahine kaha tha aur woh aath
 ho gaye. 

Dhruv: (coke khatam kar ke waiter ko do aur maangne ka ishara) Bilkul. Zindagi 
chhoti hai, Rizwan. Hamesha intezaar nahi kar sakte. 

Main: Sach. Kabhi kabhi mujhe unke liye bura lagta hai. Woh is vacation par maze 
karne ki koshish kar rahi hain, lekin main dekhta hoon jab abbu ka naam aata hai
 to woh chup ho jati hain. 

Dhruv: (ek pal chup, phir thoda aage jhuk kar) Rizwan… mujhe tumse kuchh batana
 hai. Aur please mujh par gussa mat hona, theek? Pehle din jab plane mein unhe 
dekha tha tab se main chhupa raha hoon, lekin ab nahi rakh sakta. 

Main: (natak karte hue jaise kuchh pata nahi, halanki maine kal raat chupke se uske
 bathroom mein dekha tha, darwaza thoda khula, woh zor zor se apna lund sehlata 
hua uska naam fisfisa raha tha “Minal… fuck…”) Kya baat hai Dhruv bhai? 

Dhruv: (awaaz dheemi, sachchi) Main tumhari Ammi ke liye pagal hoon yaar. Sach
 mein. Unka dekhna, unki baat karna, unka sharmaana… yeh sab mujhe paagal kar 
deta hai. Main jaanta hoon woh shadi shuda hain, woh tumhari Ammi hain, lekin
 har baar unhe dekh kar mera dimag wahan chala jata hai. Main unke baare mein 
sochna band nahi kar pa raha. 

Main: (hairani ka natak karte hue lekin shaant) Wah… theek hai. 

Dhruv: (jaldi se) Maaf karna agar yeh tumhe shock kare. Mujhe khud yeh zor se bolte 
hue bura lag raha hai. Lekin mujhe tumhe batana tha. Main tumhari izzat karta 
hoon isliye jhooth nahi bol sakta. 

Main: (peeche jhuk kar, dheere se coke ka ghunt lete) Aaram se Dhruv. Main 
gussa nahi hoon. Sach bataun… mujhe pehle se thoda andaaza tha. 

Dhruv: (aankhein phaili, hairani se) Tumhe pata tha? Kaise? 

Main: (kandhe uchka kar halki muskurahat se) Pehle hallway mein mulakat se hi,
 tum unhe kaise dekh rahe the… woh gifts, humein drive karne ka offer. Aur 
kal raat… maine tumhe bathroom mein dekha. Darwaza poora band nahi tha. Tum
 unke baare mein soch rahe the na? 

Dhruv: (chehra laal ho gaya, lekin inkaar nahi kiya) Fuck… tumne woh dekha? 
Bahut maaf karna Rizwan. Main nahi chahta tha tum dekh lo. Bas ho gaya. 

Main: (shaant reh kar) Koi baat nahi. Main gussa nahi hoon. Asal mein… mujhe
 lagta hai yeh theek hai. Woh bahut sundar hain. Koi bhi mard aisa feel karega. 

Dhruv: (abhi bhi hairan, mujhe ghoorte hue) Tum… yeh qubool kar rahe ho? 
Tumhe gussa nahi aa raha ki main tumhari apni Ammi ke liye pagal hoon? 

Main: (sir hilaate) Nahi. Maine dekha hai abbu kitne kam aate hain. Ammi ko 
mehsoos hona chahiye ki koi unhe chahta hai. Aur tum… tum acche aadmi ho. Tum 
unke saath achha vyavhaar karte ho. Unhe muskurahat dete ho jab woh kitni 
sakht aur purane soch wali ban jati hain. 

Dhruv: (abhi bhi samajh nahi pa raha) Mujhe yakeen nahi ho raha tum yeh bol
 rahe ho. Zyadatar bete to abhi mujhe maar dete. 

Main: (halke se hanste) Shayad. Lekin main zyadatar beton jaisa nahi hoon. Dekho,
 abbu Dubai mein mahinon tak atak gaye hain. Ammi yahan hain, sundar lag rahi 
hain, kabhi kabhi akeli mehsoos karti hain. Tum bilkul bagal mein ho, tum unhe
 pasand karte ho… phir galat kyon hona chahiye? Zindagi chhoti hai, jaise tumne
 kaha. 

Dhruv: (awaaz ab thodi uttejit) Tum sach keh rahe ho? Kyonki main unke baare
 mein soch soch kar pagal ho raha hoon. Unka jism ka shape… woh bade sundar 
choochiyan, kamar ki curve, chalte waqt woh bhari gol gaand… woh perfect hain
 Rizwan. Jab bhi woh dupatta theek karti hain mera lund khada ho jata hai.
 Zindagi mein kabhi kisi aurat ko itna nahi chaaha. 

(Main feel karta hoon mera apna lund table ke neeche halka sa sakht hone laga 
hai sirf unke us tarah describe karne se. Main jaldi se taangein cross kar leta 
hoon aur position badalta hoon taaki woh notice na kare, natak karta hoon aur
 snacks lene ke liye aage jhukta hoon.) 

Main: (awaaz steady rakhte) Dekha? Yeh main bilkul yahi keh raha tha. Unka asar 
aisa hi hai. Unki curves bahut zabardast hain. Main bhi kabhi kabhi notice karta
 hoon woh kitni achhi lagti hain. Aur tum… tum unki qadr us tarah karte ho jaise
 ek mard ko karni chahiye. Abbu ne saalon se unhe aisa mehsoos nahi karaya. 

Dhruv: (aur aage jhuk kar, aankhein tez) Tum ab mujhe wajah de rahe ho? Tum
 sach mein chahte ho main… unke peeche padoon? 

Main: (dheere se sir hilaate) Haan. Main chahta hoon. Unhe mehsoos hona 
chahiye ki koi unhe chahta hai. Tum yeh de sakte ho. Tum samajhdar ho, 
successful ho, unke saath baat karte waqt izzat dete ho. Agar kabhi unhone 
tumhe mauka diya to tum le lena. Main raaste mein nahi aaunga. Asal mein… 
agar chaaho to main madad bhi karunga. 

Dhruv: (abhi bhi hairan lekin ab muskurate) Yeh to bahut wild hai. Main soch 
raha tha tum mujhse nafrat karoge. Iske bajaye tum mujhe apni Ammi ke jism 
ke peeche jaane ke liye protsahit kar rahe ho… khule aam unke liye pagal hone
 ke liye. 

Main: (muskurate) Bilkul. Aur sach bataun? Tumhe unke liye itna chahte hue
 dekhna… yeh ek ajeeb tarah se garam lag raha hai. Bas unhe jaldi mat karna. 
Woh purane soch wali hain, lekin andar se mujhe lagta hai woh tumhara dhyan
 pasand karti hain. 

Dhruv: (gehri saans lete, rahat aur uttejana se) Khuda Rizwan… shukriya mujhe 
judge na karne ke liye. Plane se lekar har raat main unke baare mein soch kar
 mutth maar raha hoon. Unke honth, unke choochiyan, unki kamar ka hilna…
 main har curve ko chhoona chahta hoon. Main unhe phir se asli aurat mehsoos
 karana chahta hoon. 

Main: (mera lund ab poora thoda sakht ho chuka hai, main phir se position
 badalta hoon aur table ke neeche achhe se chhupata hoon aage jhuk kar) To jo
 kar rahe ho wahi karte raho. Phool, taareef, chhoti chhoti baatein. Woh un
 phoolon ko rakh rahi hain, jaante ho. Jab sochti hain main nahi dekh raha to
 unhe soonghti hain. 

Dhruv: (halke se hanste, ab aur aaram se) Sach? Fuck… isse to mujhe aur zyada
 unki ichchha hone lagi. Tum bahut acche dost ho Rizwan. Bahut alag tarah ke bete. 

Main: (dheere se coke ka ghunt lete, phir aage jhuk kar halki si muskurahat se)
 Asal mein Dhruv bhai… kal raat ke baare mein. Main sirf “thoda andaaza” nahi 
tha. Main sach mein dekh aur sun chuka tha bathroom mein. 

Dhruv: (chip ka bite lene ke beech ruk gaya, aankhein phaili) Kya? 

Main: Haan. Tumhara bathroom ka darwaza thoda khula tha. Main hamare kamre
 ki taraf wapas aa raha tha aur suna tum uska naam le kar moan kar rahe the…
 “Minal… fuck, Minal…” Tum bahut zor se mutth maar rahe the yaar. Main
 wahan das second tak khada raha tha phir chupke se chala gaya. Tumhe
 sharminda nahi karna chahta tha. 

Dhruv: (chehra laal, lekin nervous hansta aur gardan peeche ragadta) Fuck…
 tumne sach mein dekha? Main soch raha tha main chup tha. Khuda, bahut maaf
 karna Rizwan. Yeh to bahut awkward hai. 

Main: (aaram se kandhe uchka kar, ek aur moongphali muh mein daalte) Koi
 baat nahi. Sach bataun? Yeh sun kar mujhe thoda garam ho gaya tha, kitna 
zor se tum unhe chahte ho. Tum bahut andar tak the. 

Dhruv: (abhi bhi samajhte hue, disbelief mein hansta) Tum kuchh aur hi ho
 yaar. Zyadatar ladke to mera darwaza tod dete. Lekin tum yahan baith kar 
bata rahe ho ki yeh tumhe garam kar raha tha? 

Main: (sir hilaate) Haan. Kyonki ab mujhe samajh aa gaya hai. Woh meri Ammi
 hain, lekin woh ek garam aurat bhi hain jo bahut der se ignore ki ja rahi hain.
 Aur main tumhari madad kar sakta hoon. 

Dhruv: (palak jhapkaate, poori tarah hairan) Madad? “Madad karunga” se kya
 matlab? 

Main: (aur paas jhuk kar, awaaz dheemi lekin saaf) Matlab main tumhe unhe
 haasil karne mein madad kar sakta hoon. Sach mein. Unke saath jo chaaho karo.
 Unhe chhuo, chumban lo, unhe chodo… kuchh bhi. Main yeh hona karwa dunga. 

Dhruv: (chair par peeche jhuk kar, aankhein phaili, Coke girne wala) Kya baat 
kar raha hai tu? Tu mujhe apni Ammi ko chodne mein madad karne ko bol raha
 hai? Main yakeen nahi kar pa raha jo sun raha hoon. 

Main: (shaant muskurate hue) Bilkul serious. Kyon nahi? Abbu Dubai mein 
mahinon se atak gaye hain. Zindagi maza karne ke liye hai, Dhruv. Ammi apne
 achhe saalon ko sirf video call aur phoolon ka intezaar karte hue kyon bitaye jo
 woh pasand nahi karti dikhawa karti hain? 

Dhruv: (abhi bhi hairan, awaaz dheemi) Lekin… tera abbu? Unke baare mein kya?
 Woh shadi shuda aurat hai. _ ghar aur sab. 

Main: (haath hawa mein ghumate) Abbu? Woh hazaaron kilometer door tower bana 
raha hai. Kabhi kabhi call karta hai, paisa bhejta hai, bas. Ammi ko mehsoos hona
 chahiye ki koi usko chahta hai, phir se mard ke haathon ka sparsh. Zindagi chhoti 
hai yaar. Sirf ek mauka milta hai maza lene ka. Agar tu usko us tarah khush kar 
sakta hai jise abbu ab nahi kar sakte, to rok kyon? 

Dhruv: (sir hilaate, abhi bhi vishwas nahi lekin muskurane laga) Tu sach mein isko 
badhawa de raha hai… main soch raha tha main hi paagal hoon uske liye lust karne 
ke liye. 

Main: (muskurate) Dekh, tu ne kal mujhe Priya ke baare mein solid salah di thi — 
usko pyar, meethi baatein, usko khaas mehsoos karana taaki woh khule aur mujhe
 apni chut de. Tu seedha tha mere saath. Isliye ab mera number hai tujhe wapas 
madad karne ka. Main tujhe Ammi ko utni hi tarah haasil karne mein madad karunga. 

Dhruv: (abhi bhi shocked lekin ab utsaahit) Tu sach keh raha hai? Tu meri madad
 karega Minal ko seduce karne mein… apni Ammi ko? 

Main: (sir hilaate) 100 percent. Woh garam hai, Dhruv. Mujhe pata hai. Woh bade
 choochiyan, woh gol gaand, kamar ka woh curve — maine poori zindagi dekha hai. 
Main poori tarah samajhta hoon tu uske liye itna lust kyon kar raha hai. Kal raat jab 
main tere room se nikla, usne dheemi awaaz mein mujhse poocha ki kya tu uske 
baare mein baat kar raha tha. Woh curious thi. Jab maine usko tere acche lafz bataye
 to woh thoda muskurayi bhi. 

Dhruv: (aankhein chamakte, awaaz utsaah se) Usne mere baare mein poocha? Sach? 
Fuck, yeh to garam hai. Usne exactly kya kaha? 

Main: Usne har detail jaanna chahti thi. “Usne kya kaha? Sab bata.” Aur abhi bhi tere
 diye phool counter par hain. Jab sochti hai main dekh nahi raha to woh unko soonghti 
hai. Main tujhe bata raha hoon, woh interested lag rahi hai. Bahar se woh sakht aur 
conservative banne ka natak karti hai, lekin andar se usko teri attention pasand aa 
rahi hai. 

Dhruv: (muskurahat failate, saans tez) Bhagwan, Rizwan… agar woh thodi si bhi 
interested hai to main mehsoos kar raha hoon woh mujhe qubool kar legi. Usne us
 subah mera haath kaise pakda tha, park mein mujhe kaise dekha tha… kuchh tha 
wahan. 

Main: (halke se hanste) Asaan nahi hoga shayad. Woh proper _ aurat hai —
 bahut conservative, roz paanch waqt ,,.,, yeh sab. Pehle woh shocked ya gussa 
dikhayegi. 

Dhruv: (vishwas bhari muskurahat) Mujhe exact tarike pata hain usko haasil karne 
ke, vishwas kar. Dheere dheere tareefen, usko khoobsurat aur chahta hua mehsoos
 karana, chhoti chhoti touches jo masoom lagti hain… yeh kaam karta hai. Woh
 khulegi. 

Main: (curious) Kaunse tarike? Bata. 

Dhruv: (sir hilaate, khelte muskurahat ke saath) Abhi nahi. Jaldi. Jab waqt sahi 
hoga tab poora plan bataunga. Abhi sirf vishwas kar. Lekin mujhe abhi ek cheez 
chahiye tujhse. 

Main: Kuchh bhi. 

Dhruv: Mujhe uska number de. Uska personal number. 

Main: (bina soch phone nikaalte) Theek hai. Yeh lo… (main type karke screen 
dikhata hoon) Ise “Minal” naam se save kar. Woh WhatsApp bhi use karti hai. 

Dhruv: (jaldi number save karte, aankhein chamak rahi) Shukriya, Rizwan. Tujhe
 pata nahi yeh mere liye kya matlab rakhta hai. Main har raat uske jism ke 
baare mein sapna dekhta hoon… woh curves, woh sharmili muskurahat. Agar tu 
sach mein madad karega to main usko us tarah choduunga jise woh deserve
 karti hai — zor se aur gehra, jaise ek anneglected aurat ko chahiye. 

Main: (mere lund table ke neeche phir se hilte hue uski baaton se) Pehle dheere
 se jaana. Woh sharmili hai. Lekin haan… main hoon isme. Jo bhi tu uske saath 
chahe, main madad karunga usko haqeeqat banane mein. 

Dhruv: (Coke ka glass uthate, toast ke liye) Hamare ek doosre ki madad karne ke
 liye. Tu Priya ki chut haasil kar… main teri Ammi ko. 

Main: (uske glass se takrate, hanste) Deal. 

Phir usne mujhe bataya ki woh meri Ammi ke liye kai cheezein kharidna chahta 
hai, nayi panties aur anya intimate cheezein bhi. “Main usko thoda spoil karna 
chahta hoon. Woh acche cheezon ki haqdaar hai.” 

Maine curious hokar poocha, “Kya tumhe lagta hai Ammi unko qubool karengi? 
Woh bahut puritanical aur modest hai. Phool aur chocolate ke liye bhi woh 
hesitant thi.” 

Dhruv ne vishwas bhari muskurahat se kaha, uska ganja sir dhoop mein chamak
 raha tha. “Woh qubool kar legi, beta. Mujh par chhod de. Aisi auratein kabhi 
kabhi thoda naram dhakka chahti hain, lekin jab unhe mehsoos hota hai ki unki
 kadar ki ja rahi hai to woh khul jaati hain. Is par mujh par vishwas kar.” 

Us din usne mere liye bhi naye kapde kharide — do acche shirts aur ek perfect 
fit jeans. 

Phir usne Ammi ke liye kai sundar dresses chuni, halke rangon mein jo uske jism
 par achhe lagenge, saath mein kai sundar panties ke packet — kuchh cotton, 
kuchh delicate lace wali — aur do elegant sone ki chain jo mehngi lagti thi lekin 
roz pehenne layak modest thi. 

“Yeh uske liye hain,” usne kaha jab hum bag utha rahe the. “Usse keh dena yeh
 us dost ke taraf se hain jo usko khoobsurat mehsoos karana chahta hai.” 

Shaam ko main hotel room mein wapas aaya, haathon mein bag. 

Ammi pehle se hi halke peele phoolon wale dress mein taiyar thi jo taza aur 
elegant lag rahi thi, uska veil sahi se pinned. Kapda uske bhari choochiyon par 
drap kiya hua tha aur uski chaudi kamar aur uss massive moti gaand par softly
 chipka hua tha, jaise woh khud ek khilta phool ho. Bahar asmaan orange hone
 laga tha. 

Usne mujhe dekha, thodi rahat aur halki pareshani ke saath. “Rizwan beta, itni
 der kyon ho gayi? Main chinta karne lagi thi. Tu ne kaha tha jaldi wapas 
aayega. Kya hua tha?” 

Maine shopping bags dheere se neeche rakhe. “Sorry Ammi. Dhruv aur main 
lunch ke baad shopping karne gaye the. Waqt ka pata nahi chala. Usne kuchh 
cheezein kharidi… jinme se kuchh tere liye bhi.” 

Baad mein jab hum room se bahar nikalne wale the departure plans final karne, 
maine usse kaha, “Waise Mr. Dhruv aaj shaam airport tak drive kar ke le jaane
 ko bol raha tha. Usne offer kiya, taxi ka kharcha bach jayega.” 

Ammi ne qubool kiya, lekin saaf tha ki uska dil nahi chahta tha. Usne saans
 chhodi aur kaha, “Theek hai, agar woh zid kare… lekin woh kya sochenga beta? 
Usne already mere liye dresses aur anya cheezein kharid di thi aaj dopahar
 shopping mein. Mujhe aur madad lene mein ajeeb lag raha hai. Bahut zyada hai.” 

Maine usko dheere se sambhala, kandhe par haath rakh kar. “Ammi, theek hai. 
Woh sirf meherbani kar raha hai. Itna tension mat le. Woh tujhe bahut izzat deta
 hai. Bas madad qubool kar le aur safar aaram se ho.” 

Baad mein hum hotel lobby mein Dhruv se mile. Usne humare bag uthane mein
 madad ki, carefully car ke trunk mein rakhe aur garam awaaz mein baat ki. “Kuchh 
fikar mat karo. Main tum dono ko airport tak aaram se pahuncha dunga. Yeh bag
 bhari hain — mujh par chhod do.” 

Ammi uski maujoodgi se thoda kaamp rahi thi, haath veil ke kinaare se khel 
rahe the. “Shukriya Dhruv bhai… bag uthane mein madad ke liye. Bahut meherbani
 hai aapki.” 

Car mein airport jaate waqt Ammi front passenger seat par baithi aur main peeche. 
Baat dheere shuru hui lekin garam hoti gayi. Ammi ne Dhruv ki taraf mud kar dheemi
 awaaz mein kaha, 

“Dhruv bhai, shopping ke liye bahut bahut shukriya. Dresses bahut sundar hain, aur 
chainen… woh bahut zyada hain. Main aapki meherbani ka badla kaise doon. Main 
yeh sab expect nahi kar rahi thi.” 

Dhruv muskuraya, gaadi chalate hue, mazboot haath steering par. “Mera khushi tha, 
behen. Tumhe achha mehsoos hona chahiye. Mujhe khushi hai tumhe pasand aaye.” 






Main peeche seat se chhedne se khud ko rok nahi paya. “Dekha Ammi? Dhruv ne un
 gifts se tujhe khush kar diya. Tu zyada muskurana chahiye — usne har cheez 
chunne mein mehnat ki hai.” 

Ammi ne peeche haath badha kar mere ghutne par naughty thappad maara, uske
 gaal veil ke neeche laal ho gaye. “Rizwan! Abhi band kar. Uske saamne mujhe
 aise sharminda mat kar.” 

Dhruv zor se hanse, awaaz car mein bhar gayi. “Woh bas energy mein hai, hamesha 
ki tarah.” 

Main aur aage badha, teen aur baatein kahi jo Ammi ko aur zyada sharminda kar gayi. 

Pehli, “Ammi, tu un nayi panties mein se ek pehen le jo Dhruv ne kharidi. Mujhe
 lagta hai woh tere… curves par bahut comfortable lagenge.” Doosri, “Uncle Dhruv,
 Ammi mujhe bata rahi thi ki dresses ka kapda kitna soft hai. Usne ek try kiya aur
 kaha woh uske jism par perfectly chipak jaata hai.” Teesri, “Ammi us din jab us
 phool ko soongh rahi thi jo tune diya tha tab bahut sundar lag rahi thi. Usne poori
 raat tak usko takiye ke paas rakha.” 

Har baar Ammi ka chehra aur laal hota gaya. Usne seat mein mud kar hiss kiya, 
“Rizwan, bas kar! Main aisi baatein nahi sunna chahti.” 

Dhruv ne rear view mirror mein mujhe dekha, abhi bhi muskurate hue lekin warning
 wali awaaz mein. 

Yeh poori situation khaas thi kyonki yeh pehli baar tha jab Ammi kisi doosre mard
 se gifts qubool kar rahi thi. Woh hamesha itni sakht aur puritanical rahi thi, pehle
 kabhi aisa socha bhi nahi tha. 

Phir bhi yahan woh Dhruv ki car mein baithi thi, uske kharide naye dress mein, 
uski madad se airport ja rahi thi. 

Jab hum airport terminal pahunche, hum dono car se utre. Teeno ke beech baat
 lambi aur naturally flow kar rahi thi shuru mein. 





  
Dhruv ne kaha, “Main ummeed karta hoon tum dono ka ghar wapas safar surakshit
 ho. Contact mein rehna, theek hai?” 

Main muskurate hue bol pada. 

“Ammi, waise maine Dhruv ko tumhara number us dopahar diya tha jab hum
 shopping kar rahe the. Taaki tum dono dost ban jao aur kabhi kabhi message kar sako. 
Achha hoga na?” 

Ammi pehle ghabra gayi, aankhein badi ho gayi jab usne meri baat samjhi. Usne nahi
 jaana tha ki maine uska number de diya, aur yeh baat us par zor se lagi. 

Kyonki hum ek sakht _ parivaar the, har cheez mein puritanical, usne kabhi 
ummeed nahi ki thi ki uska apna beta uska personal number kisi doosre mard ko de
 dega — khas kar ek ***** mard ko jise woh jaanti bhi nahi thi. 

Yeh pal uske liye bahut awkward ho gaya. Uske haath god mein jakad gaye, usne
 majboori se chhoti si muskurahat ki, saaf tha ki woh uncomfortable mehsoos kar
 rahi thi. 

“Rizwan… tune usko mera number de diya? Mujhse poochhe bina?” usne kaha,
 awaaz dheemi lekin hairani aur bechaini se bhari. 

“Main… main nahi jaanti kya kahun. Yeh mera personal number hai. Hum 
_ hain beta. Hum aise number bahar ke mardon ko nahi dete. Yeh galat 
lagta hai.” 

Dhruv ne izzat se jawab diya, dheere se bola, “Minal, agar yeh tumhe 
uncomfortable karta hai to main message nahi karunga jab tak tum na kaho. Main
 tumhare values ko poora samajhta hoon. Main sirf acche dost banana chahta 
hoon agar tum ijazat do.” 

Ammi ne majboori se jawab diya, shabdon ko dhyaan se chunta hua kyonki maine
 usko aisi sthiti mein daal diya tha jo usko pasand nahi thi — woh majboori ke 
pal jo main kabhi kabhi uske liye banata tha. 

“Nahi, yeh… theek hai, Dhruv bhai. Mujhe khushi hai ki Rizwan ne humein dost 
bana diya. Woh hamesha aise kaam bina soche kar deta hai, lekin… haan, hum 
dost ki tarah contact mein reh sakte hain. Theek hai.” 

Pura waqt woh awkward lag rahi thi, gaal garam, lekin usne apni composure 
banaye rakhi jaise ek deendar aurat hoti hai, bhale hi andar se woh bahut 
sharminda aur bechain thi. 


Phir humne Dhruv ko alvida kaha aur usne mujhe wink kiya, maine bhi wink kiya. 

Main aur Ammi thodi der aur baat karte rahe — safar ke baare mein, abbu ke 
Dubai mein construction kaam ke baare mein, aur kaise hum sab phir milenge
 jab abbu ghar wapas aayenge. 

(Hum airport terminal ke check-in counter ke paas khade the, briefcase aur 
chhote carry-on bag pakde hue. Dhruv ne humein kuchh minute pehle chhod
 diya tha. Humne uski gaadi jaate hue haath hilaya. Ammi thodi tense lag rahi 
thi.) 

Ammi: (meri taraf tez ghum kar, awaaz dheemi lekin gusse se bhari) Rizwan, 
tu kya soch raha tha? Tune dopahar mein Dhruv ko mera number chhup kar de 
diya jab tum dono shopping gaye the? Mere peeth peeche aisa kaise kar sakta
 hai? 

Main: (hansne ko rokte hue, briefcase doosre haath mein lete) Ammi, relax
 karo. Itna bada mamla nahi hai. Mujhe laga achha hoga agar woh contact
 mein reh sake. Yeh pichhle kuchh dino mein bahut madadgaar tha. 

Ammi: (aankhein chhoti karte hue) Itna bada mamla nahi? Tune ek anjaan
 aadmi ko mera personal number bina mujhse poochhe de diya! Kya hoga agar 
woh baar baar call ya message karne lage? Main shadi shuda aurat hoon beta.
 Yeh sahi nahi hai. 

Main: (halke se hanste hue) Woh ab anjaan nahi raha Ammi. Humne uske 
saath itna waqt bitaya. Aur woh sirf achha ban raha tha. Ek extra contact 
rakhne mein kya burai hai? 

Ammi: (sir hilaate hue, saaf upset) Nahi. Mujhe yeh pasand nahi. Pehle 
phool, phir picnic, phir woh kapde jo usne mere liye kharide… aur ab mera 
phone number? Aaj tune hadd paar kar di. 

Main: (muskurate hue) Kapdon ki baat kar rahe the… tune kaha tha ghar
 pahunchte hi sab jalaa degi na? 

Ammi: (sakht awaaz mein) Haan. Main uske kharide har dress aur scarf ko 
jalaa dungi. Mere cupboard mein uski koi cheez nahi chahiye. 

Main: (halke se hanste hue) Arre waah Ammi. Ab toh keh rahi ho, lekin main
 jaanta hoon tu nahi karegi. Tujhe achhe kapde bahut pasand hain. Jab usne
 woh bag diye the tab tera chehra dekha tha — aankhein chamak rahi thi. 

Ammi: (serious banne ki koshish karte hue, lekin chhoti muskurahat nikalne
 ki koshish kar rahi thi) Hansna band kar. Main sach keh rahi hoon. Jaise hi 
ghar pahunchenge woh kapde seedhe kachre mein… ya main unhe jalaa dungi.
 Mujhe farak nahi padta. 

Main: (usko chhedte hue) Sachchi? To phir tu un kurtas aur sarees ko aise kyon 
dekh rahi thi jaise bahut chahti ho? Main ne dekha tu kapde ko chhoo rahi thi,
 sab dekha. 

Ammi: (gussa banne ka natak karte hue, sakht nazar se) Rizwan! Aise mat bol.
 Main sirf polite thi. Uske dil ko thoda nahi lagana chahti thi. Iska matlab yeh 
nahi ki mujhe pasand aaye. 





Main: (abhi bhi halke se hanste hue) Polite? Ammi, tu ne colors chunte hue lagbhag
 bees minute laga diye. Qabool kar — tujhe pasand aaye the. 

Ammi: (baahen baandh kar, sakht dikhne ki koshish) Maine aisa kuchh nahi kiya.
 Aur agar dekha bhi to sirf isliye kyonki usne zor diya. Main kuchh nahi rakhungi. 
Ghar pahunchte hi jalaa dungi ya phenk dungi. Baat khatam. 

Main: (aur muskurate hue) Theek hai theek hai. Lekin main shart lagata hoon ek 
hafte ke andar woh kapde tere cupboard mein achhe se latak rahe honge. Tu phenk
 nahi payegi. Woh bahut sundar hain. 

Ammi: (abhi bhi gussa banne ka natak, lekin awaaz thodi naram) Rizwan, mujhe 
chhedna band kar. Tu din ba din bahut shaitan hota ja raha hai. Pehle picnic pe 
majboor kiya, phir gifts qubool karwaye, aur ab bina ijazat usko mera number de
 diya. Ab aage kya? 

Main: (khelte hue) Aage? Shayad main usko ghar bula loon jab abbu abhi Dubai 
mein hon. Woh dinner ke liye aa sakta hai. 

Ammi: (aankhein badi, sach mein shock) Rizwan! Is mazak ko bhi mat kar. Main us 
aadmi ko kabhi ghar mein nahi aane dungi. Kabhi nahi. 

Main: (hanste hue) Dekha? Tu phir gussa ho rahi hai. Relax Ammi. Dhruv accha
 aadmi hai. Woh sirf tere liye kuchh achha karna chahta tha. 

Ammi: (chetaavni bhari nazar dete hue, lekin chhoti muskurahat chhupane ki 
koshish) Bas. Kapdon aur Dhruv ki baat band kar. Ab hum ghar ja rahe hain. 
Flight mein uska naam bhi mat lena. 

Main: (abhi bhi chhedte hue) Lekin agar usne tujhe message kiya to? Tu reply 
karegi ya number turant delete kar degi? 

Ammi: (ab bahut gussa banne ka natak, gaal halke garam) Main jaise hi message 
dekhoongi number delete kar dungi. Aur agar tu phir aisa kuchh kiya to main sach
 mein tujhe daantungi. 

Main: (hanste hue) Theek hai theek hai. Main waada karta hoon kisi ka number
 bina ijazat nahi dunga… khas kar itne handsome shipping company wale aadmi ko
 jo tere liye mehenge kapde kharidta hai. 

Ammi: (haath se handbag se halke se mera haath maarti) Rizwan! Tu bilkul 
asambhav hai. Ab chup ho ja aur check-in par dhyaan de. Line chal rahi hai. 

Aakhirkaar boarding ka waqt aa gaya. Flight mein Ammi aur main saath baithe. Hum
 dheere se ghar pahunchne ke baad ke plan ki baat karte rahe — kaise abbu ke 
Dubai ka contract khatam hone ka intezaar karenge taaki poora parivaar phir se saath ho. 

“Mujhe uski bahut yaad aati hai beta,” Ammi ne pyaar se kaha. “Jab woh wapas 
aayega hum bada khana banayenge. Tu mujhe uske pasandida khane banane mein 
madad karna.” 






Main ne sir hilaaya, phir ek kitab nikaal kar padhne laga jab Ammi thodi der baad
 mere paas so gayi, sir seat par tika kar, uska peela phool wala dress abhi bhi taza
 dikhta tha. Main dheere se pages palatta raha, shaant flight ka maza lete hue. 

Baad mein jab Ammi so rahi thi, mera phone Dhruv ke message se baj utha. “Beta,
 ghar pahunch kar agar tu mujhe teri Ammi ki night shorts mein kuchh photos bhej
 sake… main bahut shukraguzaar rahunga. Woh wali jo uske curves achhe se 
dikhaati hain.” 

Maine khud se muskuraya aur jaldi reply kiya: “Waada karta hoon uncle Dhruv. 
Jaise hi mauka mila main bhej dunga.” 

Hawaai jahaz humein ghar ki taraf le ja raha tha, lekin mera dimag is safar ke 
naye possibilities se ghum raha tha — gifts, numbers, raaz, aur ek badhta rishta 
jo hamare sakht _ chhote parivaar ke liye bilkul aam nahi tha. 

Hum subah ghar pahunch gaye, abbu do din baad aane wale the. Agli raat maine 
Ammi ke room mein so jaane ka intezaar kiya. Raat ke lagbhag 2 baje main 
chupke se andar ghus gaya aur Ammi ke sote hue photos liye. 

Woh silk halke orange shorts aur silk shirt mein so rahi thi jismein woh aksar soti
 thi. Woh pet ke bal soyi hui thi aur uski badi gaand upar thi, maine uski badi 
gaand ke kuchh photos liye. Main jaanta tha Dhruv ko yeh bahut pasand aayenge. 

Maine uske choochiyon ke bhi photos liye jab woh palti. Neeche woh photos 
hain jo maine liye 




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[Abyone0009]

Wow yaar kamal super hit

[Raj_Rohan]

hot update please make Dhruv to sex chat with her in future

Agree, really it will be erotic, so she will gets forget about her poor husband ?haha

[Naruhina]

hot update keep it up

[Bhakhtu]

Zabardast update

[Rijwana Ansaari]

bahut hi mast update, bahut hi garam writings

[Mahendra_]

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