09-03-2025, 08:50 PM
### Chapter 3
Us raat ke baad, meri neend ek zeher ban chuki thi. Har baar aankhein band karta, woh lab ka andhera mere dimaag mein ghus jata—mummy ki siskiyan, Aftab ki gandi hasi, aur woh gunj jo mere kaanon mein ab tak bajti thi. Main bistar par tadapta, pasine se tar, har baar cheekh kar uth jata—“Nahin, mummy, nahin!” Sapne mein bhi main wahi tha—ek fattu, chhupkar dekhta hua, haath-pair bandhe hue. Subah tak aankhein laal, dil bhaari, aur dimaag mein ek hi sawal—yeh sab meri zindagi mein kyun?
Mummy aur Aftab ab har jagah saath dikhne lage—park mein, canteen ke kone mein, gaon ki sadak par—ek doosre ke paas, jaise koi alag na kar sake. Ek din, canteen ke bahar, kuch ladkon ki baatein mere kaan mein padi. “Aftab ki nayi girlfriend dekhi? Neelam, skill course wali—banda toh full set hai!” ek ladka bola, haskar. Dusra hans pada, “Arre, Aftab ne toh jackpot mara—jawan ladkiyon ko chhodkar aunty ko line de diya!” Woh log mazaak uda rahe the, aur mera khoon khaul gaya. Girlfriend? Meri maa ko Aftab ki girlfriend bol rahe the? Yeh baat mere gale se neeche nahi utri. Gussa toh aaya, par usse bada tha woh bebas sa dard—ki yeh sab maine khud bulaya tha. Maine mummy se kaha tha ki humara rishta chhupao, aur ab woh meri aankhon ke saamne kisi aur ki ban gayi thi.
Mummy ko pata hi nahi tha ki mujhe uska raaz maloom hai. Woh apni khushi mein jee rahi thi, Aftab ke saath has-muskura rahi thi, aur main usse baat karne ki koshish mein har baar nakam. Ek din hostel mess mein, raat ke khane ke waqt, woh akeli baithi thi—neeli salwar suit mein, roti aur daal ke saath. Main uske paas gaya, dil mein ek chhoti si himmat lekar. “Mummy, ek minute suno,” maine dheeme se kaha, awaaz mein woh bechari si minnat. Usne mujhe dekha bhi nahi—bas roti todti rahi, jaise main wahan tha hi nahi. “Mummy, please, baat karni hai,” maine phir kaha, par meri awaaz toot gayi, ek bheegi si pukar. Woh chup rahi, aankhein jhukaye, ek shabd nahi bola. Main wahan khada raha, plate haath mein liye, log mujhe ghoorte hue, aur phir himmat haar kar wapas chala gaya. Yeh thi meri koshish—pathetic, jaise main uska beta nahi, koi anjaan bikhari hoon.
Par main ruk nahi saka. Unka peecha karna meri zindagi ban gaya—ek pagalpan, ek bimari. Har shaam library ke baad, main unhe dhoondta—himmat jutane ke liye nahi, bas dekhne ke liye ki woh kya kar rahe hain. Meri aankhein un par chipki rehti thi, har harkat, har pal, jaise main unke jismon ka har tukda yaad karna chahta hoon. Par har baar, jo dekha, usne mujhe aur gehre andhere mein dhakel diya. Main unhe kai baar pakad chuka tha—chhupkar, aankhein phati hui, dil toota hua.
Pehli baar skill course ki class ke dauran. Main apne lecture ke baad wahan se guzar raha tha, jab ek khula darwaza dikha—cleaner aane wala tha, isliye shayad band nahi kiya gaya. Andar jhankne ki adat ne mujhe roka—aur wahan mummy thi, ek kone mein, Aftab ke paas baithi. Class khatam hone ke baad log ja chuke the, par woh dono ruk gaye the. Mummy ka haath Aftab ki pant ke andar tha, uska lund pakadkar tezi se hilati hui. Uski ungliyan uske sakht lund par ghoom rahi thi, upar-neeche, ek taan mein, jaise woh isme mahir ho. Aftab aankhein band kiye, maze le raha tha, uski saansein bhaari, aur mummy usse dekhti hui, ek chhoti si muskaan ke saath, jaise usse khushi dekar woh khud khush ho rahi ho. Main darwaze ke paas chhup gaya, dil zor se dhadakta hua, aankhein uske haath par jami hui—har hilawat, har dabav, har second. Meri gharwali maa—woh homely aurat jo Mumbai mein papa ke liye chai banati thi, ghar sambhalti thi—yahan ek jawan ladke ko handjob de rahi thi? Yeh soch bhi mere dimaag se bahar thi. Main usse sadi-sudi, susheel samajhta tha, par yeh kya thi woh? Aftab ne uske kaan mein kuch kaha, aur mummy has padi, uska haath aur tezi se chala, uske lund se precum nikalne laga, aur main dekhta raha—ek pagal ki tarah, shocked aur bebas.
Dusri baar boys’ hostel mein. Aftab, chautha saal ka student hone ke naate, ek private kamra rakhta tha—aur usne chalaki se mummy ko wahan le gaya. Main unka peecha kar raha tha jab woh hostel ki taraf gaye. Aftab ne guard ko paise dekar chup karaya, aur mummy ko andar le gaya. Main chhupte hue peeche gaya, khidki ke paas rukkar jhanka—hawa ke liye khidki thodi khuli thi, aur wahan mummy thi, bistar par nangi, Aftab uske upar. Woh usse tezi se chod raha tha, uska lund mummy ke andar-baahar, zor-zor se dhakke maarte hue. Mummy ki taangein faili hui, uske haath Aftab ke kandhon par jakde, aur woh siskiyaan le rahi thi—“Ahh… Aftab… aur zor se…” Uska chehra pasine se bheega, aankhein band, par ek khushi thi usme—woh Aftab ke har dhakke ke saath usse kheenchti, apni kamar uthakar uska saath deti, jaise woh usme khona chahti ho. Aftab hasa, “Neelam, tera yeh course toh mera favorite hai!” aur usne uske nipples ko muh mein liya, chusne laga, mummy ke muh se ek lambi siski nikli—“Ohh…” Main khidki ke paas khada, unhe dekhta raha—mummy ka jism Aftab ke neeche machalta hua, uski chhati uchalti hui, uske honth khule hue, aur mera dimaag unke har pal par atka—ek hyper-focused pagal, jo har saans, har harkat ginta raha.
Teesri baar college ke purane auditorium mein, ek chhote se store ke paas. Shaam ka waqt tha, sab ja chuke the, aur main unka peecha karte-karte wahan pahunch gaya. Darwaza adha khula tha—shayad unhone sunsaan jagah chuni thi—aur andar mummy ghutno par baithi thi, Aftab ka lund muh mein liye. Woh tezi se chus rahi thi, uski zabaan uske lund ke charon taraf ghoomti hui, geeli awaaz auditorium ki goonj mein badhti hui. Aftab ke haath uske baalon mein, woh bola, “Neelam, tu toh meri star performer hai!” aur mummy ne usse aankhein uthakar dekha, ek muskaan ke saath, phir aur zor se chusa—uske haath Aftab ki kamar par, usse apni taraf kheenchte hue, jaise woh uske maze ke liye puri tarah se samarpit ho. Aftab ka lund uske muh mein andar-baahar, mummy ke honth us par chipke hue, aur woh uske har bol par has padti, uski awaaz gandi par khushi se bhari. Main darwaze ke peeche chhupa, unhe dekhta raha—mummy ka muh Aftab ke saath ek rhythm mein, uske gaal bheegte hue, uski aankhein band, aur mera dimaag us har pal ko zeher ki tarah pi gaya—ek watchman ki tarah, jo har detail yaad rakhna chahta ho.
Har baar main himmat jutane ke liye peeche gaya, par har baar yeh nazare—mummy ka Aftab ke saath yeh sex, uski khushi, uska saath—mujhe rok deta. Woh siskiyan, Aftab ke gande mazak, aur unki woh puri tarah se ek doosre mein ghuli hui duniya—yeh sab meri aankhon ke saamne ek saza ban gaya tha. Raat ko sapne aur bhi gande ho gaye—lab ki goonj, hostel ki siskiyan, auditorium ki awaaz—sab ek saath mere dimaag mein ghoomte. Main bistar par cheekhta, “Nahin, mummy, ruk jao!” par har baar aankh khulne par wahi sach—main bebas tha, ek fattu, jo apni maa ko kisi aur ke saath dekhne ke siwa kuch nahi kar sakta. Yeh zindagi ab meri qaid thi, aur main usme doobta ja raha tha—ek pagalpan mein, jahan har nazara mujhe aur andar tak tod raha tha.
Us raat ke baad, meri neend ek zeher ban chuki thi. Har baar aankhein band karta, woh lab ka andhera mere dimaag mein ghus jata—mummy ki siskiyan, Aftab ki gandi hasi, aur woh gunj jo mere kaanon mein ab tak bajti thi. Main bistar par tadapta, pasine se tar, har baar cheekh kar uth jata—“Nahin, mummy, nahin!” Sapne mein bhi main wahi tha—ek fattu, chhupkar dekhta hua, haath-pair bandhe hue. Subah tak aankhein laal, dil bhaari, aur dimaag mein ek hi sawal—yeh sab meri zindagi mein kyun?
Mummy aur Aftab ab har jagah saath dikhne lage—park mein, canteen ke kone mein, gaon ki sadak par—ek doosre ke paas, jaise koi alag na kar sake. Ek din, canteen ke bahar, kuch ladkon ki baatein mere kaan mein padi. “Aftab ki nayi girlfriend dekhi? Neelam, skill course wali—banda toh full set hai!” ek ladka bola, haskar. Dusra hans pada, “Arre, Aftab ne toh jackpot mara—jawan ladkiyon ko chhodkar aunty ko line de diya!” Woh log mazaak uda rahe the, aur mera khoon khaul gaya. Girlfriend? Meri maa ko Aftab ki girlfriend bol rahe the? Yeh baat mere gale se neeche nahi utri. Gussa toh aaya, par usse bada tha woh bebas sa dard—ki yeh sab maine khud bulaya tha. Maine mummy se kaha tha ki humara rishta chhupao, aur ab woh meri aankhon ke saamne kisi aur ki ban gayi thi.
Mummy ko pata hi nahi tha ki mujhe uska raaz maloom hai. Woh apni khushi mein jee rahi thi, Aftab ke saath has-muskura rahi thi, aur main usse baat karne ki koshish mein har baar nakam. Ek din hostel mess mein, raat ke khane ke waqt, woh akeli baithi thi—neeli salwar suit mein, roti aur daal ke saath. Main uske paas gaya, dil mein ek chhoti si himmat lekar. “Mummy, ek minute suno,” maine dheeme se kaha, awaaz mein woh bechari si minnat. Usne mujhe dekha bhi nahi—bas roti todti rahi, jaise main wahan tha hi nahi. “Mummy, please, baat karni hai,” maine phir kaha, par meri awaaz toot gayi, ek bheegi si pukar. Woh chup rahi, aankhein jhukaye, ek shabd nahi bola. Main wahan khada raha, plate haath mein liye, log mujhe ghoorte hue, aur phir himmat haar kar wapas chala gaya. Yeh thi meri koshish—pathetic, jaise main uska beta nahi, koi anjaan bikhari hoon.
Par main ruk nahi saka. Unka peecha karna meri zindagi ban gaya—ek pagalpan, ek bimari. Har shaam library ke baad, main unhe dhoondta—himmat jutane ke liye nahi, bas dekhne ke liye ki woh kya kar rahe hain. Meri aankhein un par chipki rehti thi, har harkat, har pal, jaise main unke jismon ka har tukda yaad karna chahta hoon. Par har baar, jo dekha, usne mujhe aur gehre andhere mein dhakel diya. Main unhe kai baar pakad chuka tha—chhupkar, aankhein phati hui, dil toota hua.
Pehli baar skill course ki class ke dauran. Main apne lecture ke baad wahan se guzar raha tha, jab ek khula darwaza dikha—cleaner aane wala tha, isliye shayad band nahi kiya gaya. Andar jhankne ki adat ne mujhe roka—aur wahan mummy thi, ek kone mein, Aftab ke paas baithi. Class khatam hone ke baad log ja chuke the, par woh dono ruk gaye the. Mummy ka haath Aftab ki pant ke andar tha, uska lund pakadkar tezi se hilati hui. Uski ungliyan uske sakht lund par ghoom rahi thi, upar-neeche, ek taan mein, jaise woh isme mahir ho. Aftab aankhein band kiye, maze le raha tha, uski saansein bhaari, aur mummy usse dekhti hui, ek chhoti si muskaan ke saath, jaise usse khushi dekar woh khud khush ho rahi ho. Main darwaze ke paas chhup gaya, dil zor se dhadakta hua, aankhein uske haath par jami hui—har hilawat, har dabav, har second. Meri gharwali maa—woh homely aurat jo Mumbai mein papa ke liye chai banati thi, ghar sambhalti thi—yahan ek jawan ladke ko handjob de rahi thi? Yeh soch bhi mere dimaag se bahar thi. Main usse sadi-sudi, susheel samajhta tha, par yeh kya thi woh? Aftab ne uske kaan mein kuch kaha, aur mummy has padi, uska haath aur tezi se chala, uske lund se precum nikalne laga, aur main dekhta raha—ek pagal ki tarah, shocked aur bebas.
Dusri baar boys’ hostel mein. Aftab, chautha saal ka student hone ke naate, ek private kamra rakhta tha—aur usne chalaki se mummy ko wahan le gaya. Main unka peecha kar raha tha jab woh hostel ki taraf gaye. Aftab ne guard ko paise dekar chup karaya, aur mummy ko andar le gaya. Main chhupte hue peeche gaya, khidki ke paas rukkar jhanka—hawa ke liye khidki thodi khuli thi, aur wahan mummy thi, bistar par nangi, Aftab uske upar. Woh usse tezi se chod raha tha, uska lund mummy ke andar-baahar, zor-zor se dhakke maarte hue. Mummy ki taangein faili hui, uske haath Aftab ke kandhon par jakde, aur woh siskiyaan le rahi thi—“Ahh… Aftab… aur zor se…” Uska chehra pasine se bheega, aankhein band, par ek khushi thi usme—woh Aftab ke har dhakke ke saath usse kheenchti, apni kamar uthakar uska saath deti, jaise woh usme khona chahti ho. Aftab hasa, “Neelam, tera yeh course toh mera favorite hai!” aur usne uske nipples ko muh mein liya, chusne laga, mummy ke muh se ek lambi siski nikli—“Ohh…” Main khidki ke paas khada, unhe dekhta raha—mummy ka jism Aftab ke neeche machalta hua, uski chhati uchalti hui, uske honth khule hue, aur mera dimaag unke har pal par atka—ek hyper-focused pagal, jo har saans, har harkat ginta raha.
Teesri baar college ke purane auditorium mein, ek chhote se store ke paas. Shaam ka waqt tha, sab ja chuke the, aur main unka peecha karte-karte wahan pahunch gaya. Darwaza adha khula tha—shayad unhone sunsaan jagah chuni thi—aur andar mummy ghutno par baithi thi, Aftab ka lund muh mein liye. Woh tezi se chus rahi thi, uski zabaan uske lund ke charon taraf ghoomti hui, geeli awaaz auditorium ki goonj mein badhti hui. Aftab ke haath uske baalon mein, woh bola, “Neelam, tu toh meri star performer hai!” aur mummy ne usse aankhein uthakar dekha, ek muskaan ke saath, phir aur zor se chusa—uske haath Aftab ki kamar par, usse apni taraf kheenchte hue, jaise woh uske maze ke liye puri tarah se samarpit ho. Aftab ka lund uske muh mein andar-baahar, mummy ke honth us par chipke hue, aur woh uske har bol par has padti, uski awaaz gandi par khushi se bhari. Main darwaze ke peeche chhupa, unhe dekhta raha—mummy ka muh Aftab ke saath ek rhythm mein, uske gaal bheegte hue, uski aankhein band, aur mera dimaag us har pal ko zeher ki tarah pi gaya—ek watchman ki tarah, jo har detail yaad rakhna chahta ho.
Har baar main himmat jutane ke liye peeche gaya, par har baar yeh nazare—mummy ka Aftab ke saath yeh sex, uski khushi, uska saath—mujhe rok deta. Woh siskiyan, Aftab ke gande mazak, aur unki woh puri tarah se ek doosre mein ghuli hui duniya—yeh sab meri aankhon ke saamne ek saza ban gaya tha. Raat ko sapne aur bhi gande ho gaye—lab ki goonj, hostel ki siskiyan, auditorium ki awaaz—sab ek saath mere dimaag mein ghoomte. Main bistar par cheekhta, “Nahin, mummy, ruk jao!” par har baar aankh khulne par wahi sach—main bebas tha, ek fattu, jo apni maa ko kisi aur ke saath dekhne ke siwa kuch nahi kar sakta. Yeh zindagi ab meri qaid thi, aur main usme doobta ja raha tha—ek pagalpan mein, jahan har nazara mujhe aur andar tak tod raha tha.
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