Adultery Meri Mummy Bahut Tezi se Badal Gayi.

[Mahendra_]

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Main sunta raha, mera dil uchal raha tha, Mom par garv mehsoos hua ki usne apna mann khulke bola, uski awaaz mazboot, uski chahat saaf, uski randi fitrat, Mukesh ke lund, uske videos, uske gifts se bani, chamak rahi thi. Papa ka chehra safed tha, uski aankhein chhoti, uski awaaz shocked jab woh khada hua. 


“Mujhe chillao mat, Rekha.” Uski awaaz sthir par shant thi, kamra shant siwaye uske shabdon ke. “Main samajhne ki koshish kar raha hoon, par yeh sahi nahi hai. Yeh cheezein hamare ghar mein, hamare parivaar mein nahi honi chahiye.” “Mujhe maaf kar chillane ke liye.” Mom ki awaaz naram hui, uski saans kaanpti jab woh pace karna band kiya, uske haath kaanpte hue. “Main bas nayi cheezein, gandi cheezein try karna chahti hoon, Anil. 


Main rok nahi sakti, yeh mujhe abhi chahiye, jo main crave karti hoon.”Papa ki awaaz tez hui, uska sur teekha, hawa tanavpurna. “Gandi cheezein randi auraton ke liye hain, Rekha.” Uske shabd uske vishwas se bhare, jab unhone dildo neeche rakha. “Main yeh cheezein nahi karunga, isliye nahi ki main tujhse pyar nahi karta, par kyunki yeh galat hain, kyunki yeh hamare parivaar mein, hamari zindagi mein nahi honi chahiye.” 


Mom ki awaaz kaanpti, uska gussa dheema pada, uska sur shalinta par tanavpurna. “Main randi nahi hoon, Anil.” Uske shabd naram, kamra shant siwaye uski awaaz ke, uske haath saree ko kas ke pakde hue. “Main bas kho gayi hoon, kuch dhoondh rahi hoon jo mujhe zinda feel karaye, kuch jo is khaali mehsoos ko bhare.”


“Main chahta hoon tu ek achhi maa, achhi patni bane.” Papa ki awaaz sthir, sikhane wali, uske haath uski god mein jab woh baitha. “Sahi kaam karna matter karta hai, Rekha. Humne yeh parivaar respect, pyar par banaya, is tarah ki cheezon par nahi, jo Raj ko chot pahuncha sakti hain, hamein alag kar sakti hain. 


Main yeh soch bhi nahi sakta ki hum jo rakhte hain usse kho doon.” Mom chup khadi rahi, uska gussa andar jal raha tha, par usne jawab nahi diya, uski saans bhari, zameen uske pairon ke neeche sthir. Main sunta raha, mera kaan darwaze par, mera dil tezi se dhadak raha tha, jaanta hua ki hamara parivaar tootna shuru ho raha tha, Mom ki randi fitrat, Mukesh se bani, Papa ke mazboot vishwas se takra rahi thi. 


Yeh do duniyaon ka takraav tha—Mom ki gandi khushi ki chahat, Mukesh ke lund se jagi, Papa ke saaf, sahi zindagi ke vishwas ke khilaf.Main yeh us bikhre kamre mein dekha, us porn mein jo woh dekhti thi, us tarah se jis tarah usne dildo chusa, uski gaand se fart nikla, uska jism paap se nishaan, jabki Papa apne values par atak rahe the, us parivaar ke pyar ke liye jo door ja raha tha, Mukesh ki chhaya ke bare mein na jaante hue. 



Yeh ek toofan ki shuruaat thi, Mom ki Mukesh ki duniya ki zarurat usse Papa ki sthir, sahi zindagi se door kheech rahi thi, jaise ek nadi ek chattan ke ird-gird bhatakti hai, kabhi nahi milti. “Mujhse aise baat karna band kar, Anil.” Mom ki awaaz tez, lagbhag besharm, hawa uske defiance se bhari jab woh phir pace karti thi. 


“Main ek aurat hoon, mujhe zaruratein hain, gandi zaruratein, aur main thak gayi hoon dikhawa karne se ki mujhe nahi hain. Main zinda feel karna chahti hoon, aisi cheezein jo mera dil tezi se dhadkaye, chahe tu nahi samajhta.”Papa ki awaaz sthir, uska sur udaas par mazboot jab woh paas aaya, uski chhaya hili. 


“Main tujhe acha sex deta hoon, Rekha.” Uske shabd dheeme aur pyar se bhare. “Main tujhse pyar karta hoon, main tujhe bed par khush karne ki koshish karta hoon, tujhe khush rakhne ke liye. Yeh kaafi kyun nahi hai? Tujhe yeh cheezein kyun chahiye?” “Yeh kaafi nahi hai, Anil.” 


Mom ki awaaz tez, usse door dhakelti hui, uske kadam tezi se jab woh pace karti thi. “Mujhe aur chahiye, kuch jangli, kuch jo mujhe zinda feel karaye, har raat wahi ek jaisa nahi! Mujhe hamare paas se zyada chahiye!” “Aise baat karna band kar.” Papa ki awaaz teekhi, kamra shant siwaye unki awaazon ke, hawa unki ladai se tanavpurna. 


“Yeh tarah patni ko baat nahi karni chahiye, Rekha. Tu in cheezon ko tujhe badalne de rahi hai, mujhse door kheech rahi hai, Raj se, hamare parivaar se.”“Mujhe maaf kar.” Mom ki awaaz naram hui, uski saans kaanpti jab woh pace karna band kiya, uske haath kaanpte hue. “Mera irada tujhe chot pahunchana nahi tha, Anil. 


Main yeh cheezein kachre mein phenk doongi, main wada karti hoon. Main tujhse ladna nahi chahti.” Papa ki awaaz naram hui, pyar aur udaasi se bhari. “Mujhe bhi maaf kar, Rekha.” Uske shabd bhaavna se bhare jab woh paas aaya, uske haath uske haathon ke liye aage badhe. 


“Main nahi chahta hamara parivaar toot jaye, beta. Main tujhse pyar karta hoon, main Raj se pyar karta hoon. Hum yeh theek kar sakte hain, saath mein, agar hum koshish karen.” “Main bhi tujhe nahi khona chahti.” Mom ki awaaz dheemi, kamra shant jab unhone gale lagaya, unke gale lagne ki awaaz naram, bhaavna se bhari. 


“Main behtar banne ki koshish karungi, Anil, tere liye, Raj ke liye, hamare parivaar ke liye.” Main darwaze se peeche hata, mera dil dhadak raha tha, jaanta hua ki Mom jhooth bol rahi thi, uske shabd uski sachchai chhupa rahe the, Mukesh ki gandi duniya ki uski zarurat itni zor ka thi ki chhod nahi sakti. 


Us din, usne cheezein nahi phenki. Balki, woh intezaar karti rahi jab tak Papa shower mein nahi gaya, paani ki awaaz ghar mein tez, bathroom se bhaap nikal rahi thi. Woh chupke se apne kamre mein gayi, uske kadam shant, aur drawer khola, dildo, butt-plug, aur lingerie ko dhyan se nikala. 


Woh unhe hallway ke storage closet mein le gayi, hawa thandi aur dhool bhari, aur ek purane metal box mein chhupa diya, kuch kambalon ke neeche. Box ka dhakkan ek halke clank se band hua, awaaz ghar ki shanti mein dheemi. Usne unhe nahi phenka kyunki woh uske liye bahut matlab rakhte the—Mukesh ki yaadein, usne jagayi khushi, gandi duniya jo woh crave karti thi, uska jism uske lund se badla hua, uska dimaag uske paap mein kho gaya. 


Box uska raaz tha, uski chahat ka safe jagah, saboot ki woh kabhi Papa ke paas wapas nahi ja rahi thi, unka parivaar tootna shuru, ek darar aur badi hoti hui, uski randi fitrat se chali, uska dil Mukesh ki duniya se bandha, usse us zindagi se door kheechta hua jo Papa rakhna chahta tha.Agli subah, ghar ek knife ki dhaar par laga, tanavpurna aur nazuk. 


Dhoop kitchen ki khidkiyon se kaat rahi thi, steel sink par chamakti hui. Mom counter par khadi thi, uski saree thodi si silvaton wali, pyaz tezi se aur na-munasib katti hui. Main uski badi gaand dekha, woh safed top aur silky neela trouser pehni hui thi. Uski gaand sach mein hil rahi thi jab woh pyaz kaat rahi thi, mujhe vishwas nahi hua Mukesh kitna lucky tha ki usne meri mom ki gaand chodi. 


Meri mom ki yeh badi gaand itni achhi gaand hai chodne ke liye. Jab tum meri mom ki gaand dekhte ho, ek hi cheez sochte ho ki bas uski gaand chodni hai aur kuch nahi. Mujhe yeh bhi pata tha ki uska gaand ka chhed sach mein dheela tha kyunki Mukesh ne pichle mahine uski gaand chodi thi.







Uske haath tezi se hile, par uski aankhein hallway ki taraf dart rahi thi, bechain, jaise woh kuch tootne ke liye taiyaar ho. Uska phone, uski saree ke fold mein chhupa, uski kamar par bhinbhinaya, aur woh ruk gayi, uski ungliyan chaku par kas gayi, uski saans ruk gayi. Sitting room mein, Papa—Anil—kagzon ke dher par jhuka hua tha, uske chashme neeche, ek pen ledger par khurach raha tha.


Mom ne apne haath towel se pounchhe, uski harkatein jerky, aur phone saree se nikala, lagta tha use koi call aa rahi thi. Uski ungliyan ruk gayi, hont patle dab gaye, jab usne sitting room ki taraf dekha jahan Papa ka pen hilta raha. Usne screen tap kiya, Mukesh ka number unblock kiya, uski saans halki jab usne dial kiya aur call kiya.


Jaise usne abhi yaad kiya ki use call karna hai. Sink ki taraf mudi, usne apni awaaz dheemi rakhi, ek sakht siski. “Hello...hello...hello, Mukesh, maine tera fucking video dekha,” usne gusse se bola, uske shabd gusse se tapakte hue. “Mujhe greet mat kar, mujhe sun, tu harami, tune humein record kiya? Tune meri chut, meri gaand ka chhed choda, ek mahina pehle, aur bina bataye film kiya? 


Teri himmat kaise hui?” Main paas aaya, mere sneakers tiles par shant, deewar ke peeche chhupte hue. Uski awaaz kas hui, jaise woh gusse aur darr mein ghut rahi ho. Main Mukesh ko nahi sun saka, par uska safed chehra aur chhoti aankhein mujhe batayi ki woh shayad smug tha, uske shock mein khush ho raha tha. 


“Nahi, Mukesh, aisa mat kar jaise yeh kuch nahi hai!” usne tezi se kaha, uski awaaz thodi tez hui phir usne khud ko sambhala, sitting room ki taraf dekha. Uska haath counter par kas gaya, ungliyan safed. “Maine sab dekha—tera lund meri chut mein, meri gaand mein, har pal jo maine socha private tha. 


Tu ab mujhe blackmail kar raha hai, na? Main us din ko kosna jo main tujhse mili, tu ganda suar. Mujhe pata hona chahiye tha tu itna neeche girega, apna asli rang dikha raha hai.”Woh sink ke paas chhota sa circle pace karti thi, uski saree uske takhnon se chhuti, uski badi gaand thodi hil rahi thi. 


Uski aankhein darwaze ki taraf dart gayi, mujhe ya Anil ke liye check karti hui, par main chhupa raha, meri saans halki, mera lund meri shorts mein hil raha tha jab uski awaaz gusse aur bechaini se toot gayi. “Aur mere bete ko apne gande gifts bhejne ke liye use karna?” usne jari rakha, uska sur teekha aur zehreela. 


“Tune Raj ko woh USB diya, woh panties, woh dildo, woh butt-plug. Kaisa aadmi ek bache ko apne gande khel mein ghasitata hai? Tu use pervert kar raha hai, Mukesh! Woh mera beta hai, tera messenger nahi. Agar woh is gandagi ko crave karne laga, tere jaise sochne laga, yeh tujh par hoga. Tu hi zimmedaar hoga.”



Uski awaaz kaanpti, uski aankhein chamakti hui jaise woh ro degi, par usne zor se blink kiya, use peechhe kheech liya. Woh counter ke sahare jhuki, pyaz kaatne ka dikhawa karti hui, chaku mushkil se hil raha tha. “Main apna parivaar jodne ki koshish kar rahi hoon,” usne kacchi awaaz mein kaha, uske shabd kacche. 


“Ek mahina ho gaya jab tune mujhe choda, aur maine socha main aage badh sakti hoon, Anil ki achhi patni, Raj ki achhi maa ban sakti hoon. Par ab mere pati ne tere gifts paye, aur woh sochta hai main ek randi hoon. Main usse jhooth bol rahi hoon tera blackmail cover karne ke liye.”Uska haath kaanp gaya, phone uske kaan se kas ke dabaya. 


Usne kandhe ke upar dekha, hallway ko scan kiya, par main chhaya mein chhupa tha, mera dil tezi se dhadak raha tha. Jis tarah usne “chut” aur “gaand” kaha, usne mera lund hila diya, uske kacche shabd meri shorts mein garmi bhar rahe the. Maine Mukesh ke plan se uske ghar par agree kiya tha, par uska gussa sunne se mera pet guilt se murch gaya, meri excitement uske saath. 


“Mukesh, band kar, main tujhe kabhi nahi dekhna chahti, tu mujhse kya chahta hai?” usne pucha, uski awaaz aur dheemi. “Main aise chupke se nahi ghoom sakti. Mera pati ghar par hai, wahan sitting room mein, kaam kar raha hai. Tu sochta hai main tere lund ke bare mein baat kar sakti hoon jab woh itna paas hai? 


Aur mujhe darr hai woh notice karega mera jism alag hai.” Uske shabd mujhe zor se lage, mera dimaag kal raat ke mirror ke nazare par chala gaya, kaale panties uski gaand par kas ke, dildo uske muh mein, uske hont geele. Main hila, meri shorts tight, par main sthir raha, sunta raha.“Nahi, main tujhse nahi mil rahi,” usne kaha, uska sur sthir par kaanpta. 


Lagta tha Mukesh usse phir milna chahta tha. “Tu expect nahi kar sakta main iske baad tere paas bhaagungi. Mera ek beta hai, ek pati, ek zindagi. Main teri randi nahi hoon, Mukesh, chahe tu mujhe kitna bhi aisa banana chahe. Tu us video se mujhe barbaad kar raha hai, mujhe aisi cheezon ke liye crave karwa raha hai jinse main khud se nafrat karti hoon.”


Uski awaaz toot gayi, uski aankhein geeli, par usne aansu roke, uska jaw tight. Woh counter ke sahare jhuki, uska free haath uski saree ko pakde, uski badi gaand counter ke kinaare par dab rahi thi. “Main tujhe kosna karti hoon, Mukesh,” usne dheere se kaha, uske shabd dard se bhare. “Tune us video se mujhe phansa liya, jaanta hua main Anil ko nahi dekhne de sakti. 


Par main ab tera toy nahi hoon.”Sitting room se Papa ki awaaz aayi, tez aur curious. “Rekha, tu kis se baat kar rahi hai, jaan?” Uska sur thoda shak se bhara, uski kursi hili jaise woh kitchen ki taraf jhuka. Mom ruk gayi, uski aankhein chhoti, phone abhi kaan par. Woh sitting room ki taraf mudi, uski awaaz ko shant dikhane ki koshish mein. 


“Bas ek dost, Anil, honey! Kuch serious nahi, bas catch up kar rahi hoon.” Uske shabd zyada bright, uska haath phone par kaanpta hua. Anil ka pen ruka. “Lamba call lagta hai, darling,” usne kaha, uski awaaz paas, jaise woh aadha khada ho. “Sab theek hai?” “Haan, sab theek hai, honey!” Mom ne pukara, uska sur tanavpurna, uski aankhein darwaze par. 


“Bas market ki baatein kar rahi hoon, prices wagaira. Jaldi khatam karungi, pyar mera, chinta mat kar, apna kaam jari rakho.” Woh intezaar karti rahi, uski saans roki, jab tak Anil ka pen phir khurachne laga. Woh phone wapas kaan par layi, uski awaaz ek sakht siski. “Mukesh, dekha? Main tere wajah se apne pati se jhooth bol rahi hoon, har baar jab woh bolta hai tab uchal rahi hoon, darr ki woh mujhe sun lega. Tu yeh jari nahi rakh sakta, us video ka use karke mujhe control karta.”


Uski pacing phir shuru, uske kadam halke, uski saree swish karti hui. Woh hallway ko phir check karti thi, mujhe chhaya mein miss karti hui. “Nahi, Mukesh, main tere paas nahi aa rahi,” usne dheere se kaha, uski awaaz thodi tez hui phir neeche. “Tu expect nahi kar sakta ki main jab mera pati ghar par ho tab tujhe chodne do. 


Suna? Anil agle kamre mein hai, kaam kar raha hai! Tu sochta hai main tujhe apna lund meri chut aur gaand ka chhed mein ghusane do jab woh yahan hai? Tu pagal hai. Apne aap ko sambhal, bewakoof.” Uske shabd mujhmein jhatka bheje, mera lund ab poora sakht, meri shorts par dab raha tha. 


Main chup raha, Mukesh ko ek mahina pehle usse chodte hue sochta hua, uski gaand hilti hui, uski chut geeli, woh video jo maine deliver kiya ab usse uske saath bandh raha tha. Mera haath kaanp gaya, shorts mein jana chahta tha, par main ruk gaya, sunta raha. “Mukesh, maine kaha nahi,” usne siski, uska haath phone ko kas ke pakde. “Tu nahi samajhta. Mera beta idhar udhar hai, Anil yahan hai. 


Agar woh video bahar aaya, yeh mera parivaar barbaad kar dega. Tu kyun mujhe disturb kar raha hai?, main tujhe sab kuch barbaad nahi karne de sakti.” Woh pacing band kiya, uski peeth sink par, uska free haath uske maathe par ragadta hua. Uski aankhein phir geeli thi, uska seena tezi se hil raha tha, par usne aansu roke, uska chehra tanavpurna. 


“Tu ek monster hai, Mukesh,” usne dheere se kaha, uski awaaz kacchi. “Tune meri chut, meri gaand ka chhed choda, aur ise record kiya mujhe phasane ke liye. Main tujhse nafrat karti hoon iske liye, mujhe tera lund chahne ke liye, mere bete ka use karke mujh tak pahunchne ke liye.”


Uske shabd aag ki tarah the, mera lund dhadakta hua jab main sunta raha, hallway mein chhupa. Mukesh ke saath meri deal ka guilt—uske ghar par, uski grin jab usne mujhe USB diya—uske shabdon ke thrill ke saath mila, uski chut aur gaand usse nishaan, usse wapas kheech raha tha. “Aur Raj ke zariye kuch aur mat bhejna,” usne tezi se kaha, uski awaaz phir teekhi. 


“Na aur panties, na aur dildos, na aur butt-plugs. Woh ek bacha hai, Mukesh. Tu use twist kar raha hai, use apne bimar khel ka hissa bana raha hai. Agar woh pervert ho gaya, is gandagi ko crave karta hua, main tujhe kabhi maaf nahi karungi.”Papa ki awaaz phir aayi, zyada tez. “Rekha, chai taiyaar hai kya abhi tak, jaan? Tu abhi bhi us phone par hai.” 


Uska sur irritated, uski kursi cheekhi jab woh hila. Mom ne jhatka kha, uska haath kaanpta hua jab usne phone door kiya. “Aa rahi hai, Anil, honey!” usne pukara, uski awaaz zabardasti, bright. “Bas yeh call khatam kar rahi hoon, ek minute mein laati hoon.”Woh intezaar karti rahi, uski aankhein darwaze par, jab tak Anil ka pen phir shuru hua. 


Woh phone wapas kaan par layi, uski awaaz ek sakht siski. “Mukesh, mera pati mujhe bula raha hai. Main aise baat nahi kar sakti, jab woh itna paas hai. Tu mujhe nahi chod sakta, ab nahi, yahan nahi, us video ke saath mujh par latakta hua.” Uske shabd sthir the, par unmein ek darar thi, ek kaanp jo mujhe batayi woh doob rahi thi.


Woh phir boli, uska haath uske baalon mein chalta hua, uski saree sarki aur uski kamar ka curve dikha. “Nahi, main tere ghar nahi aa rahi,” usne kaha, uski awaaz dheemi, kaanpti. “Aur na hi anal sex, Mukesh. Mera gaand ka chhed abhi bhi ek mahina pehle se dard karta hai, itna dheela hai, main bhi... uurggh!, main nahi bolna chahti. 


Mujhe darr hai Anil notice karega yeh normal nahi hai. Main risk nahi le sakti ki woh bed mein kuch alag mehsoos kare.”Uska virodh dheema pad raha tha, uske shabd kam sure. Mera haath meri shorts mein sarka, dheere se hilata hua jab maine Mukesh ke lund ko usmein imagine kiya, uski gaand khinchi hui, uski chut tapakti hui, woh video jo maine deliver kiya uski kismat bandh raha tha. 


Main chup raha, mera jism tanavpurna, sunta raha. “Kya? Nahi, mere ghar par nahi!” usne tezi se kaha, uski awaaz panic mein thodi tez hui phir neeche. Main jaanta tha Mukesh usse keh raha tha ki woh uske chhed mere ghar mein jab Papa hai tab chodna chahta hai.“Kya tu pagal ho gaya hai, Mukesh? Anil hamesha andar bahar hota hai, aur woh jaan jayega kuch galat hai. 


Woh pehle hi suspicious hai tere gifts milne ke baad. Agar tu yahan aaya, woh hamein pakad lega, woh mujh par teri khushboo sungh lega, woh dekhega meri chut geeli hai ya meri gaand dheeli hai. Yeh bahut risky hai, Mukesh, main tujhse bheekh maang rahi hoon.” Main Mukesh ko nahi sun saka, par uska chehra mud gaya, uski aankhein chhoti, uski awaaz bechain hoti hui. 


“Nahi, Mukesh, maine kaha tera ghar, mera nahi! Mera pati jaan jayega, woh hamein sun lega, woh dekhega kuch galat hai. Padosi teri car notice kar sakte hain, ya Raj jaldi ghar aa sakta hai. Tu mujhe mere ghar mein Anil ke itna paas nahi chod sakta. Yeh bhi mana hai.” Uski awaaz kaanpti, uska haath phone ko kas ke pakde. 


Woh tezi se pace karti thi, uski saree swish karti hui, uski aankhein darwaze ki taraf dart rahi thi.“Mukesh, ruk,” usne kaha, uski awaaz naram, bheekh mangte hue. “Main tujhe baar baar nahi keh sakti. Us video ke bahar aane ka darr, Anil ke hamein pakadne ka, mera parivaar khone ka. Main isse ek mahina se lad rahi hoon, par tune mujhe phansa liya.” 


Woh ruk gayi, uski saans bhari, uski aankhein geeli par aansu roke hue. Woh counter ke sahare jhuki, uski badi gaand kas ke dab rahi thi, uska haath phone ko pakde. 


“Theek hai,” usne dheere se kaha, uski awaaz mushkil se sunaai di, hara hua. “Theek hai, Mukesh. Main tujhe yahan aane doongi, main tujhse sach mein nafrat karti hoon, mere ghar aa. Par na anal sex, main yeh serious kehti hoon. Mera gaand ka chhed isse nahi le sakta, aur mujhe darr hai Anil jaan jayega. Kal, dopahar 2 baje ke baad jab Anil kaam par hoga aur Raj college mein. Back door ka use kar, apni car sadak se door rakh, aur koi awaaz mat karna. Agar koi tujhe dekhega, woh video matter nahi karega—main khatam ho jaungi.”


Main Mukesh ko nahi sun saka, par uska chehra phir mud gaya, uski aankhein chhoti, uski awaaz gusse se tez hoti hui. “Kya matlab nahi?” usne tezi se kaha, uska sur teekha aur bechain. “Tu sochta hai tu mujhe har cheez ke liye force kar sakta hai? Mera gaand ka chhed off-limits hai, Mukesh. Tune meri gaand ka chhed ek mahina pehle kacha choda, aur abhi bhi tight nahi hai, har baar main rakhti hoon... Ooohh main yeh nahi bolna chahti. Tu meri chut chahta hai, theek hai, par bas yahi.” 


Uski awaaz kaanpti, woh Mukesh ke saath anal sex nahi chahti thi aur main samajh gaya kyun. Woh phir boli, uski saree swish karti hui, uski aankhein darwaze ki taraf dart rahi thi. 

“Tu unbelievable hai,” usne siski, uske shabd gusse se tapakte hue. “Us video se mujhe blackmail karna, mere bete ka use karna, mere ghar mein meri gaand ka chhed maangna? Theek hai, tu harami. Main tujhe mujhe chodne doongi, meri gaand bhi, par tu woh video lock rakhna behtar hai. Kal, 2 baje, back door, koi car nazar nahi, parde bandh. Agar Anil ko pata chala, main kasam khati hoon main tujhe saza doongi.”

Mera dil uchal gaya, mera lund dhadakta hua jab main tezi se hilaya, uske gusse bhare surrender ka thrill mera dimaag ghooma raha tha. Usne ek mahina lada, par Mukesh ka video, mera dhoka, jeet gaya, uska uski chut, uski gaand, uske dimaag par pakad bahut zor ka. Woh wahan khadi thi, uska seena tezi se hil raha tha, uski aankhein zameen par, phone abhi kaan par.


“Mujhe yeh regret mat karwana, Mukesh,” usne kaha, uski awaaz dheemi, tooti hui. “Tune mujhe randi bana diya, mujhe tera lund meri chut, meri gaand ka chhed mein chahne ke liye majboor kiya, aur ab tu us video ka use karke mujhe own kar raha hai. Main tujhse nafrat karti hoon, par main ruk nahi sakti. Plan par chipak—2 baje, back door, koi awaaz nahi, koi nishaan nahi. Aur Raj ko phir involve mat karna.”


Woh phone door kiya, uska angutha screen par ghumta hua. Uska chehra safed tha, uske hont kaanpte, uski aankhein chamakti hui par koi aansu nahi gira. Woh sitting room ki taraf ek baar phir dekhi, uska jism tanavpurna, phir screen tap kiya call khatam karne ke liye. Phone uske haath se sarka, counter par ek dheemi thud se gira. 


Woh sthir khadi rahi, uske haath kinaare ko pakde, uski badi gaand abhi bhi uske saath dab rahi thi, uski saree uske curves par tight. Uski saans chhoti, na-munasib aayi, uski aankhein kuch nahi dekhti hui, jaise woh apne guilt mein phasi ho. Woh apne aap se dheere se boli, 


“Main kya kar rahi hoon? Usne mujhe randi ki tarah act karne ke liye majboor kiya, aur main use karne de rahi hoon.”Uski awaaz kacchi, sharam aur zarurat se bhari, uske haath kaanpte hue jab usne saree se pounchha. Woh counter ki taraf mudi, chaku uthaya, par uski harkatein dheemi, mechanical, jaise woh apne khayalon ko pyaz mein daba rahi ho. 


Uski gaand thodi hili jab woh kaat rahi thi, Mukesh ke lund ki yaad saaf uske dimaag mein jal rahi thi, uski chut shayad uski saree ke neeche geeli. Main chupke se hallway mein wapas sarka, mera dil tezi se dhadak raha tha, mera lund meri shorts mein dard kar raha tha. 


Uske shabdon ka thrill, Mukesh ke samarpan, woh video jo maine deliver kiya, mera dimaag ghooma raha tha. Main uske ghar gaya tha, uske plan se agree kiya, aur ab Mom phas gayi thi, uska jism aur dimaag uske saath bandha hua, apne ghar mein usse chodne ki planning karti hui. Storage closet, uske chhupaye raaz ke box ke saath, saboot tha ki woh kitna gir gayi thi.