Adultery Meri Mummy Bahut Tezi se Badal Gayi.

[Mahendra_]

    "Friends, bahut bahut shukriya, mujhe khushi hai ki aap sab ne meri kahani ko pasand kiya."

"Is adhyay mein daddy ko pata chalta hai ki woh apne drawer mein dildo, 'buttplugs' aur sexy lingerie dress chhupa rahi thi."

“Usne kaha tu jab yeh dekhegi toh samajh jayegi,” maine kaha, meri awaaz naram, usse dhyan se dekha, kamre ki chhaya deewaron par hil rahi thi. “Usne kaha yeh tere aur uske bare mein hai, kuch khaas.” “Uske matlab kya hai, mere aur uske bare mein?” usne pucha, uski awaaz mushkil se sunaai di, uska chehra safed, uske haath USB drive par kas ke, hamare beech hawa bhari thi.“Usne kaha yeh kuch hai jo tum dono ne share kiya,” maine kaha, meri awaaz sthir, juice ka glass table par bhool gaya. “Usne kaha tujhe yeh dekhne ke baad use call karna chahiye, uska number unblock karna.” 

“Woh mujhe call kyun karwana chahta hai?” usne pucha, uski awaaz shocked, uski aankhein chhoti, uske haath aur zor se kaanpte, drive uski hatheli mein chhota. “Usne kaha woh tujhe yaad karta hai,” maine kaha, meri awaaz naram, uske chehre ko dekha, kamre ki shanti uski saans ko aur tez kar rahi thi. “Usne kaha use tujhse baat karni hai, cheezon ko theek karna hai.”Woh chup ho gayi, uski aankhein zameen par, uske haath sthir, bag aur drive uski god mein, jaise woh khayalon mein khoi hui, kamre ki shanti hamare aaspaas bhari thi. “Tujhe uske paas nahi jana chahiye, Raj,” usne kaha, uski awaaz tez, khadi hui, uske kadam tiles par tezi se, towel thoda hil raha tha. “Woh hamare liye acha nahi hai. 


Apna juice khatam kar aur homework kar.”Us raat, main uske kamre tak chupke se gaya, darwaza thoda sa khula, mera dil dhadak raha tha jab maine andar jhaanka, hallway ka andhera mujhe lapet raha tha. Woh panties try kar rahi thi, ek ek karke—laal, kaala, neela—kapda uske jism ko chipka hua, uski harkatein dheemi aaine ke saamne, dheemi roshni uski twacha par chamak rahi thi.Woh panties ek ek karke pehni, mujhe samajh nahi aaya kyun Mom Mukesh ke bheje hue panties pehen rahi thi, mujhe lagta hai iska matlab woh kahin na kahin usmein interested hai par sure nahi hai. Kyunki agar woh usmein interested nahi hoti, toh woh yeh sab panties aur lingerie jo usne bheja try nahi karti









Usne dildo pakda, uske haath kaanpte hue, uski aankhein chhoti, uski saans tezi se, jaise woh kisi yaad mein phasi hui. Usne lingerie pehna, lacy dress uske jism par kas ke, aur butt-plug uthaya, uski ungliyan us par chal rahi thi, uski saans tezi se, kamra shant tha siwaye uski halki siskariyon ke.Ek zor ka fart, “Brrrp!” nikal gaya jab woh hili, awaaz tez, uska jism Mukesh ka nishaan, jaise usne kaha tha, uske asar ka saboot. 

Main apne kamre mein wapas gaya, mera dimaag ghoom raha tha, mera jism tanavpurna jab main apne bistar par baitha, ghar mere aaspaas shant. Mujhe pata tha woh jaldi hi video dekhegi, uska jism uski duniya ki taraf kheechta hua, rok nahi pa rahi, aur main, ek bura ladka, yeh sab karwa raha tha, mera dil uske paap ke thrill se uchal raha tha, meri apni chahat pehle se zyada jal rahi thi.

Woh tightly fit thi, uski curves dikha rahi thi, uski badi gaand hil rahi thi jab woh aaine mein khud ko dekhti thi. Roshni uski twacha par pasina dikhayi, kamra bikhra hua, sarees aur panties zameen par aur bistar par bikhre hue, chadar uljhi hui. Yeh uske pehle ke safai se bilkul alag tha.

Mukesh se pehle, Mom ka kamra hamesha saaf hota tha, sarees almari mein tarteeb se rakhi hui, chudiyan lakdi ke dabbe mein sajayi hui, aur dresser par ek chhota machine se lavender ki khushboo. Ab, kamra pasine aur bhari khushboo se bhara tha, ishara ki Mukesh ne uski safai wali zindagi ko bikhra diya tha.Usne dildo apne haath mein pakda, uski ungliyan kaanpti hui, uski aankhein chahat aur darr se bhar gayi. 

Butt-plug aur lacy lingerie bistar par thi, roshni mein chamak rahi thi, uske raaz se bhari. Main dekhta raha, mushkil se saans lete hue. Mom ne dildo ko apne honton tak laya, dheere se harkat karte hue, jaise sapne mein ho.Kamra shant tha siwaye uski halki, na-munasib saanson ke. 

Usne apna muh khola, uski jeebh tip ko chhui. Rubber ka surface chamka jab woh usse andar sarka, uske hont uske ird-gird kas gaye. Usne dhire se chusa, pehle halke se, uski aankhein band, uski saans naak se bhari. Uske honton ki geeli awaaz dheemi par shant kamre mein saaf thi.

Uski gaand thodi hili, kaale panties stretch hue, aur ek zor ka fart, “Brrrp!” shanti ko toota, tez aur gila, uska dheela gaand ka chhed dikha raha tha, Mukesh ke lund se khincha hua, uske jism par uska control ka nishaan. Uska chusna aur zor ka hua, dildo aur gehre gaya, uske hont kas ke, uski jeebh uske ird-gird hili.

Ek naram siskari uske gale se nikli, “Mmm…” Uska chehra laal ho gaya, pasina uske maathe par chamka, uska jism kaanp raha tha jab woh is pal mein kho gayi. Yeh nazara itna ganda tha ki mera lund meri shorts mein sakht ho gaya, mera dil uske paap ke thrill se tezi se dhadka, hawa uski chhupi chahat se bhari thi.[giff 5]Achanak, uski aankhein chhoti khul gayi, shock se bhari, jaise woh sapne se jagi ho. 

Usne dildo ko apne muh se bahar nikala, thook ki ek lakeer uske honton se latki, roshni mein chamakti hui jab tak uski thodi par nahi giri. “Main kya kar rahi hoon?” usne apne aap se dheere se kaha, uski awaaz kaanpti jab woh dildo ko dekhi, uske thook se gila. Aaine mein uska chehra guilt aur chahat ke beech phata hua tha.

“Woh Mukesh… usne mujhe sach mein randi bana diya.” Uski awaaz dheemi aur tooti hui thi, uski aankhein zameen par bikhre kapdon par, jaise woh uski sharam rakhte hon. “Usne meri chut aur meri gaand chodi, mujhe yeh gandi cheezein chahne ke liye majboor kiya, aur ab main uske lund ke bare mein sochna band nahi kar sakti.” Uski saans ruk gayi, uske shabd kacche aur bechain.

“Main ek maa hoon, ek patni, koi randi nahi jo yeh cheez chusti hai, par woh harami Mukesh ne mujhe is gandagi par sochne ke liye majboor kiya.” Usne apne muh ko haath ke peeche se pounchha, uska chehra safed, uski awaaz toot rahi thi jab usne sir hila. Upar ceiling fan ka halka hum hawa ko hila raha tha. 
“Main use kyun nahi chhod sakti? Main is paap mein kyun phasi hui hoon?” Uska jism kaanp gaya, uski aankhein dildo par band, guilt aur chahat uske andar lad rahi thi, hawa uske shabdon se bhari.Main sthir khada raha, mera kaan darwaze ke frame par, lakdi meri twacha par thandi. Mera dil tezi se dhadka jab uske shabd mujhe lage, har ek sharam aur zarurat se bhara. Mukesh ka us par itna zor ka pakad mujhe sihran de gaya. 

Hallway shant tha, har awaaz ko aur bada kar raha tha. Usne phir sir hila, dheere se bolti hui, “Nahi, mujhe yeh band karna hoga, main yeh jari nahi rakh sakti.”Uske haath kaanp gaye jab usne panties, lingerie, butt-plug, aur dildo uthaya. 

Woh tezi se hili, uski saree dresser se takrayi, ek pal ke liye phas gayi. Usne bedside table ka drawer khola, lakdi ki chhoti si khurachne ki awaaz, aur cheezein andar daal di, purane scarf ke neeche chhupa di. Uski ungliyan kaanpti thi jab woh unhe gehre dhakeli, jaise woh apne paap ko chhupa sakti ho. 
Usne drawer ko dhire se band kiya, ek halki si thud, awaaz shant kamre mein saaf thi.Woh wahan khadi thi, uska seena tezi se hil raha tha, uski aankhein dresser par band. Khuli khidki se halki hawa aayi, parde hilaye, uske chehre par chhaya chhalki, jaise uski koshish ko has rahi ho. Mujhe pata tha Mukesh ka pakad bahut zor ka tha, uska jism uske lund se badla hua, uska dimaag uski gandi duniya mein kho gaya.

Main chupke se apne kamre mein wapas gaya, mera dil tezi se dhadak raha tha, uska dildo chusne ka nazara aur Mukesh ke bare mein uske shabd mere dimaag mein atke hue. 

Mera kamra andhera tha, hawa thandi, khuli khidki se chameli ki halki khushboo, ghar ki garmi se mil rahi thi. Main apne bistar par baitha, mattress mere neeche dhasa, mera lund meri shorts mein dard kar raha tha. Main apne aap ko rok nahi saka, mera haath andar sarka, tezi se hilane laga aur masturbate karne laga.Uski gandi harkat aur randi hone ke shabd mujhe jangli bana rahe the. 

Meri saansein tezi se thi, mera jism tanavpurna. Padosi ke radio ki halki awaaz deewar ke paar se aayi, meri harkaton se mil rahi thi. Release tezi se aur zor se aaya jab maine Mukesh ke mom ke chhed chodne ke bare mein socha, mera dimaag uske paap ke thrill se ghoom raha tha. 

Meri apni chahat mujhe ek naya insaan bana rahi thi, ek bura ladka Mukesh ki gandi duniya mein phasa hua, use aur gehre doobte dekhna chahta tha.Agla din, ghar bhari laga, hawa raaz se bhari. Subah ki dhoop khidkiyon se aayi, living room ki deewaron par sunehri lakeerein banayi. Chai aur paratha ki khushboo kitchen se aayi. Papa teen din ke kaam ke trip se wapas aaye, unka suitcase zameen par thump kiya jab woh andar aaye. 

Unka chehra thaka hua par garm, unka cologne masalon ki khushboo ke khilaf zor ka tha. Unhone mujhe gale lagaya, unke haath mazboot, unki awaaz safar se khurduri.“Raj, mera ladka, ghar wapas aana kitna acha lagta hai.” Unki muskaan sach thi, unki aankhein ghar mein dekhi, deewar par framed photos par ruki—ek family beach trip, Mom ki muskaan tasveer mein chamakti hui. 

Mom kitchen mein thi, uski saree thodi dheeli, tezi se harkat kar rahi thi jab woh paratha pan par palat rahi thi.Uska chehra tanavpurna tha, normal dikhane ki koshish mein. Tel ka sizzle shant subah mein tez tha, uske haath thoda kaanpte hue kaam kar rahe the. Us dopahar, main living room mein tha, TV par cricket match chal raha tha, commentator ki awaaz halki si hum. Mom aur Papa ke bedroom se ek zor ki siskari aayi, phir Papa ki awaaz, tez aur shocked. 

“Raj, jaldi yahan aa!” Unki awaaz ghar ki shanti ko kaat rahi thi, mera dil uchal gaya.Main hallway se dauda, mere sneakers tiles par khisakte hue, meri pulse tezi se jab main unke kamre tak pahuncha. Darwaza poora khula tha. Papa bistar ke paas khade the, unka chehra safed, aankhein shock se chhoti, haath kaanpte hue jab woh chadaron par dekhe. 

Bistar par jaise koi galat cheez ka saboot, dildo, butt-plug, aur lacy lingerie faila hua, khidki se aati roshni mein chamakta hua. Paas mein khula drawer dikhaya kahan se unhone yeh paya.Kamra Mom ke chameli perfume ki halki khushboo se bhara tha, hawa tanav se bhari. Ek chhudi zameen par padi thi, roshni mein chamakti hui, kamre ke bikhraav ka chhota sa nishaan. “Raj, jao Rekha ko bula.” Papa ki awaaz dheemi par sthir, unki aankhein cheezon par band, jab kas ke, unke haath kamar par. 

Bahar ek kutta bhounka, awaaz khidki se halki si aayi.“Mujhe abhi usse baat karni hai, akele, kuch serious ke bare mein.” “Kya hua, Papa?” Meri awaaz naram, darwaze mein khada raha. Dhoop kamre mein lambi chhaya banayi, hawa uske paaye hue cheezon ke wazan se bhari. “Tu bahut pareshan lag raha hai, jaise kuch bura hua ho.” 

Papa ruke, unki aankhein meri aankhon se nahi mili, unki awaaz shant par bhaavna se bhari. “Yeh kuch hai jo maine expect nahi kiya, Raj, kuch jo hamare ghar mein nahi hona chahiye.”Unki awaaz bhari thi, unke haath thoda dheele hue jab unhone bistar ki taraf ishara kiya, cheezein roshni mein out of place dikhi. “Bas jao Rekha ko bula. Yeh kuch hai jo hamein akele baat karni hai.” 

Maine sar hila, mera dil dhadak raha tha, aur kitchen ki taraf jaldi gaya. Mom counter pounchh rahi thi, uski saree thodi sarki, uska chehra tanavpurna. Hawa jeera aur tale hue pyaz ki khushboo se garm thi, glass ka halka clink counter par shanti ko toota.“Mom, Papa tujhe bula rahe hain.” Meri awaaz sthir, usse dhyan se dekha. 

Uske haath ruke, uski aankhein chinta dikhayi. “Woh kya chahta hai, beta?” Uski awaaz kaanpti, uske haath kaanpte hue jab usne towel neeche rakha, uski aankhein mujhse jawab maang rahi thi. “Usne koi specific baat kahi, Raj? Kya woh ghar mein kisi cheez se pareshan hai?” “Woh tumhare kamre mein hai.” Meri awaaz naram, aisa dikhawa karte hue ki mujhe kuch nahi pata. 

Kitchen ki garmi bhari thi, fridge ka halka hum background mein. “Woh serious lag raha hai, Mom, jaise kuch sach mein usse pareshan kar raha ho. Tujhe jake dekhna chahiye kya hua.”Usne apne haath towel se pounchhe, tezi se hili, uski saans na-munasib, aur mere peeche bedroom ki taraf chali. 

Uski kadmon ki awaaz halki si goonji, uski badi gaand hilti hui, ghar shant tha siwaye door ke TV ki awaaz ke. Jab woh darwaze tak pahunchi, woh ruk gayi, uski aankhein bistar par dildo, butt-plug, aur lingerie par band gayi. Papa unke paas khada tha, uska chehra serious par confused, uske haath kamar par. 

Uska chehra safed ho gaya, uska muh khula, uske haath kaanpte hue jab usne darwaze ka frame pakda, uski saans ruk gayi jaise woh pakdi gayi ho.Woh haklaya, “Yeh… yeh sab yahan kaise aaya, Anil?” Uski awaaz toot gayi, uski aankhein Papa aur cheezon ke beech hili, uska jism tanavpurna, dhoop uske maathe par pasina dikhayi. 

“Raj, bahar khelne ja.” Mom ki awaaz tez par kaanpti, uski aankhein bistar se nahi hati, uske haath darwaze ke frame ko kas ke pakde, uski ungliyan safed ho gayi. “Mujhe tere papa se private baat karni hai, beta, aur mujhe tujhe thodi der ke liye akela chhodna hai.”

“Par kya ho raha hai, Mom?” Meri awaaz naram, darwaze mein khada raha. Kamra tanav se bhara tha, hawa uske perfume aur Papa ke shock se bhari. “Tum dono itne pareshan lag rahe ho, jaise kuch bada hua ho.” “Bas ja, Raj, please.” Uski awaaz zor ka, uski aankhein ek pal ke liye meri aankhon se mili, panic se bhari, uski ungliyan darwaze ke frame mein dab rahi thi. “Mujhe tere papa se akela baat karni hai, aur main nahi chahti tu yahan rahe is baat ke liye.”

Maine sar hila, bahar nikla, par jane ke bajaye, maine kaan band darwaze par lagaya, lakdi meri twacha par thandi. Mera dil tezi se dhadka jab maine unki awaazon ko suna, dheemi aur tanavpurna. Ghar shant tha siwaye unke shabdon ke, khuli khidki se halki hawa aayi, parde hilaye, hallway mein halki chhaya banayi. “Rekha, yeh cheezein hamare drawer mein kya kar rahi hain?” 

Papa ki awaaz dheemi aur shock se bhari. Woh bistar par baitha, cheezein chadaron par faili hui, dheemi roshni mein chamakti hui. “Main apna charger dhoondh raha tha phone plug karne ke liye trip ke baad, aur mujhe yeh dildo, yeh lingerie, yeh… ajeeb cheez mili. Main nahi samajhta, Rekha. Yeh kya ho raha hai? Yeh hamare ghar mein kyun hain?”

Mom haklayi, uski awaaz kaanpti jab woh paas aayi, uske shabd tezi se panic mein nikle. “Main… Anil, yeh bas cheezein hain jo maine li, koi badi baat nahi. Maine nahi socha tha tu inhe aise payega, main kasam khati hoon. Main inhe chhupa rahi thi, soch rahi thi ki main inka kya karoon.” “Yeh kis liye hain, Rekha?” Papa ki awaaz shant par confusion se bhari. 

Woh aage jhuka, uske haath uske ghutnon par, uski aankhein uske chehre par. “Yeh lingerie bilkul alag hai jo tune mere liye kabhi pehna. Tu inhe kyun rakhti hai? Kya tu inhe kisi ke liye use karne wali thi?”Mom ruki, uski awaaz kaanpti jab woh wazan badli, uski saans na-munasib. “Maine yeh tere liye kharida, Anil.” 

Uske shabd tezi se, sachchai dikhane ki koshish mein, par uska haklana uski nervousness dikhaya. “Maine socha main tujhe surprise karungi, kuch sexy pehnoongi taaki cheezein exciting ho, hamari raaton ko phir se khaas banane ke liye. Main bas acha feel karna chahti thi, tujhe khush karna, hamare beech thodi masti wapas laana.”Papa ne saans chhodi, uski awaaz naram par sthir. 

“Rekha, tu jaanti hai main aisi cheezon mein nahi hoon. Main ek aisa aadmi hoon jo cheezon ko sahi tarike se karta hai, aur yeh lingerie, yeh objects, yeh galat lagte hain, hamare parivaar ke liye acha nahi. 

Main Raj ke bare mein chinta karta hoon, agar usne yeh cheezein dekhi toh kya sochta hoga, yeh uske bade hone par kaise asar karega jab uski maa aisi cheezein chhupati hai.”“Mujhe maaf kar, Anil.” Mom ki awaaz dheemi aur kaanpti jab woh paas aayi, uske haath uski saree ke kinaare se nervously mod rahe the. “Maine nahi socha yeh kisi ko chot pahunchayega, main kasam khati hoon. 

Main bas kuch naya try karna chahti thi, zinda feel karna, hamari shaadi mein thodi chamak wapas laana, jo hamein miss ho raha tha. Mera irada tujhe pareshan karna ya aisa feel karana nahi tha.” “Kya hamare bete Raj ne yeh cheezein dekhi?” Papa ki awaaz tezi se jab woh khada hua, uski chhaya kamre mein hili, uske haath phir se kamar par. 

“Please mujhe bata, Rekha, usne nahi dekha. Woh bas ek ladka hai; use aisi cheezein hamare ghar mein nahi dekhni chahiye.” “Nahi, Anil, usne nahi dekha.” Mom ki awaaz tezi se, haklati hui jab woh use shant karne ki koshish karti thi, uski saans na-munasib. 

“Maine inhe drawer mein chhupaya tha, maine sure kiya. Main kabhi Raj ko aisi cheez dikhane nahi doongi, main kasam khati hoon, main careful thi.”“Yeh kahan se liye, Rekha?” Papa ki awaaz curious jab unhone lingerie uthayi, kapda unke haathon mein naram, unki aankhein usse dhyan se dekhi. 

“Yeh yahan ke dukaanon se nahi hain, aisi cheezein jo paas mein milti hain. Yeh kahan se aayi? Tune inhe kaise paya?” Mom ruki, uski awaaz ruk gayi jab woh nervously wazan badli. “Main… maine inhe… Mu—” Woh achanak ruki, apne shabd theek karti hui, uski awaaz kaanpti. 

“Mera matlab, city ke ek shop se, Anil, ek nayi jagah jo maine ek din shopping karte hue payi, kuch alag dhoondh rahi thi.”Papa ruke, uski awaaz naram aur confused jab unhone lingerie bistar par rakha. “Tune kyun ek naam shuru kiya, Rekha?” Unki awaaz zyada surprise thi na ki suspicious, unke haath bistar par, unki aankhein uske chehre par. 

“Tu aajkal itna badal rahi hai, aur main nahi samajhta. Tu woh aurat nahi hai jisse maine shaadi ki, woh Rekha jo main jaanta hoon.”“Maine kuch bhi kehne ka matlab nahi tha.” Mom ki awaaz kaanpti jab woh paas aayi, uski saans na-munasib, uske haath abhi bhi saree ko mod rahe the. 

“Main bas confused hoon, Anil, apne khayalon mein uljhi hui. Mujhe nahi pata kyun main aise behave kar rahi hoon, kamre ko bikhra hua chhod rahi hoon, cheezon ko jaisa pehle rakhti thi waisa nahi rakh rahi.” 

“Kamra itna bikhra kyun hai, Rekha?” Papa ki awaaz udaas, hawa unki disappointment se bhari. Woh phir baitha, uske haath uski god mein. “Tu pehle ghar ko perfect rakhti thi, sab kuch saaf aur jagah par. Ab aisa lagta hai tu koi aur hai, koi jo main nahi jaanta, aur yeh mujhe dara raha hai.”

“Main jaanti hoon, Anil, mujhe maaf kar.” Mom ki awaaz kaanpti, uske shabd naram aur toote hue jab woh paas aayi. “Mujhe lagta hai main khud ko kho rahi hoon, jaise main control mein nahi hoon. Mera dimaag wahan jata hai jahan nahi jana chahiye, aur main cheezon ko jod nahi pa rahi—na kamra, na khud ko. Mujhe nahi pata mere saath kya ho raha hai.” “Kya tujhe pareshan kar raha hai, Rekha?” 

Papa ki awaaz naram par sthir jab woh khada hua, uske kadam tiles par naram, uski chhaya uske paas. “Tu ab normal nahi behave kar rahi, jaisi Rekha se maine pyar kiya. Main teri aankhon mein dekhta hoon, tu kaise harkat karti hai, jaise kuch tujhe door kheech raha hai. Woh kya hai? Please mujhse baat kar.”

“Mujhe nahi pata kaise samjhaoon, Anil.” Mom ki awaaz dheemi aur kaanpti, kamra shant siwaye uski na-munasib saanson ke. “Mujhe bechaini lagti hai, jaise mere khayal wahan ja rahe hain jahan nahi jana chahiye, jo mujhe guilty par zinda feel karata hai, aisa jo main nahi samajh sakti. Jaise main har roz khud se lad rahi hoon.” Papa ki awaaz naram hui, pyar par udaasi se bhari. Kamra tanavpurna tha, bahar bacchon ke khelne ki halki awaaz khidki se aayi. 

“Rekha, main tujhse pyar karta hoon, tu yeh dil se jaanti hai. Par yeh cheezein—lingerie, doosri cheezein—yeh tu nahi hain. Yeh un auraton ke liye hain jo alag tarah se jeeti hain, jo apne parivaar ki parwah nahi karti, jo randi jaise jeeti hain, tere jaisi patni, maa ke liye nahi.”Mom ne siskari li, uski awaaz tez aur thoda gussa. 
Woh peeche hati, uske haath neeche gire. “Randi auratein, Anil? Tu mujhe aisa kaise bol sakta hai?” Uski awaaz tez, shabd tezi se gusse mein. “Main teri patni hoon, koi gali ki aurat nahi! Main in cheezon se tujhe ya hamare parivaar ko chot nahi pahunchana chahti!” 

“Main tujhe aisa nahi bol raha, Rekha.” Papa ki awaaz shant, apne shabd theek karte hue jab woh phir baitha, uske haath uski god mein, uski aankhein naram par udaas. “Main bas keh raha hoon yeh tu nahi hai, woh aurat nahi jisse maine pyar kiya, jisse maine yeh parivaar banaya. 
Tu aisi auraton jaise behave kar rahi hai jo TV par dikhti hain, jo har cheez ke upar pleasure chase karti hain, parivaar ya sahi galat ki parwah nahi karti, aur yeh mujhe chinta deta hai.”

Main sunta raha, mera kaan darwaze par, mera dil tezi se dhadak raha tha, sach jaanta hua—Mom ek randi thi, Mukesh ke lund, uske videos, uske gifts se badli hui, uska jism uski gandi duniya ke liye tars raha tha. Par Papa ko nahi pata tha, uski awaaz shock aur udaasi se bhari, shak nahi. “Mujhe maaf kar agar maine tujhe pareshan kiya, Anil.” 

Mom ki awaaz naram, shalinta rakhne ki koshish mein, hawa uske sach chhupane ke effort se bhari. “Main nahi chahti tu mere bare mein bura sochta. Main bas struggle kar rahi hoon, samajhne ki koshish kar rahi hoon ki mere saath kya ho raha hai, kyun mujhe andar yeh zarurat mehsoos hoti hai, jo main samjha nahi sakti.”

“Main khush nahi hoon, Rekha.” Papa ki awaaz dheemi aur udaas, kamra shant siwaye uske shabdon ke, roshni dheemi jab suraj neeche gaya. “Main is behaviour se shocked hoon, in cheezon se jo tu chhupa rahi hai. Anal stuff… yeh sahi nahi, yeh un auraton ke liye hai jo apne parivaar ki value nahi karti, jo randi jaise jeeti hain. 

Maine socha tu alag thi, ki hamne apni zindagi pyar, respect, aur sahi kaam par banayi.” Mom ki awaaz tez hui, ab gussa, uske kadam jab woh pace karti thi, tiles uske pairon ke neeche thande. “Ise galat mat bolo, Anil, aur mujhe aisa mat bolo!” 

Uski awaaz tez, shabd tezi se defiance mein. “Main randi nahi hoon, main teri patni hoon! Main yeh samajhne ki koshish kar rahi hoon ki mujhe kya chahiye, zinda feel karne ke liye, is boring zindagi se bahar nikalne ke liye jahan main lagta hai main fade ho rahi hoon!”“Fade ho rahi hai?” 

Papa ki awaaz udaas aur pyar se bhari jab woh paas aaya, uske haath thoda aage badhe. “Rekha, main tujhe sab kuch deta hoon—mera pyar, mera support, mera waqt jab main kaam nahi kar raha hoon hamare liye provide karne ke liye. Tujhe kyun lagta hai tu fade ho rahi hai? Tujhe yeh cheezein kyun chahiye zinda feel karne ke liye, jab tere paas hamara parivaar, hamara ghar hai?” “Mujhe nahi pata, Anil.”

 Mom ki awaaz kaanpti, uska gussa dheema pada, uski saans bhari jab woh sthir khadi rahi, uske haath saree ko kas ke pakde. “Main cheezein chhupa nahi rahi tujhe chot pahunchane ke liye, main kasam khati hoon. Mujhe bas lagta hai main kaafi nahi hoon, jaise mere andar yeh khaali pan hai jo main bhar nahi sakti, aur yeh cheezein mujhe kuch feel karati hain, chahe woh galat ho.”

Papa ki awaaz stunned jab unhone dildo phir uthaya, uski aankhein shock se chhoti. “Yeh dildo, Rekha.” Unki awaaz disbelief se bhari, kamra shant siwaye uske shabdon ke. 

“Maine socha tu ek achhi patni, achhi maa hai. Yeh dekhkar mujhe sab kuch par sawaal uth raha hai.” Mom ki awaaz gusse mein badli, uske shabd tez. “Main abhi bhi teri patni hoon, Anil.” Uski awaaz tez jab woh pace karti thi, uski harkatein tezi se. “Maine dildo isliye kharida kyunki main gandi cheezein try karna chahti hoon, jo mujhe zinda feel karaye, jo tu nahi samajhta! Main thak gayi hoon dikhawa karne se ki mujhe yeh zaruratein nahi hain!”