06-10-2025, 05:04 PM
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Mere chhupne ki jagah se, main dheeme se hasa—Papa itna bhola, uske jhooth ko nigal gaya, yeh jaane bina ki “trip” ek bahana tha Mukesh ke saath rehne ka, roz uske chhedon ko chudwane ka. Yeh pathetic tha, hilarious—uska bharosa uski shaadi ke taboot mein keel.
Mujhe pata tha ki unki shaadi ke khatam hone mein sirf 10% bacha tha—Maa pehle se hi Mukesh ki thi, yeh “mahina” uska ticket tha poori tarah vyabhichar ke liye, uske saath rehne, nonstop chudai. Agle din, maine Maa ko akela kitchen mein pakda, chai banate hue, uska robe dheela, stann jhankte hue. “Maa, us trip ke bare mein Papa se jhooth bolne ki badhai. Smart—ab tu Mukesh se apne chhedon ko kacha chudwa sakti hai bina chhupne ke. Yoni aur gand on demand, na?”
Maa mudi, shaitaan wali muskurahat ke saath, kandhe ke upar dekhti hui. “Raj, tu chhupa hua ladka—ise raaz rakho, thik hai? Lekin haan... poore mahine uske liye failne ka intezar nahi kar sakti. Chhed pehle se hi dard kar rahe hain.”
“Kya tu sach mein Papa ko divorce degi, lekin?” maine poocha, counter par jhukte hue. “Iske baad?”
Usne aah bhari, chamach neeche rakhte hue. “Abhi nahi, Raj—woh stable hai, bills bharta hai. Lekin yaar, mujhe aisa lagta hai jaise main ek randi hoon, Mukesh ke bade ling se mohit ek kutiya. Yeh mujhe itna achha kheenchta hai, mujhe aisa charam par lata hai jo kuch aur nahi karta.
Anil ka ling chhota hai; compare nahi kar sakta. Mukesh mera maalik hai—uska ling meri drug hai. Hum is bare mein baat karte hain, woh aur main—kaise main aakhir mein chhod doongi, jab Raj set ho jaye. Lekin ab ke liye, yeh trip swarg hai.”
“Haan, Maa,” maine kaha, mera ling hilta hua. “Tu hooked hai—yoni us monster ke liye tapakti hui. Randi life tujhe suit karti hai; Papa bas ek placeholder hai.”
Usne sar hilaya, muskurati hui. “Sahi hai—ise nahi jhuthla sakti. Mukesh ka ling mujhe har baar barbaad karta hai. Lekin shh—kisi ko mat batana.”
Baad mein, humne Papa ko ghar chhod diya, “trip” ke liye bags pack kiye hue. Baithak mein, Papa ne Maa ko zor se gale lagaya, aankhein aansuon se bhari. “Safe raho, Rekha—roz call karna. Raj, uska khayal rakhna.”
“Karoonga, Papa,” maine kaha, uski peeth thapthapate hue. “Aaram karo—tu thaka hua lagta hai.”
Maa ne uske gaal chuma. “Bye, Anil—chinta mat kar. Hum tujhe miss karenge.”
Papa ne darwaze se hath hilaya, udaas aur miserable, uska chehra kheechta hua, kandhe jhuke hue jaise ek hara hua aadmi. Use nahi pata tha woh Mukesh ke paas ja rahi thi, uski shaadi ka naashak, woh mard jo uski patni ko veerya-dump mein badal raha tha, uske patan ki yojna bana raha tha.
Raaste mein, airport ke cab mein, Maa aage jhuki. “Raj, Mukesh ne Mumbai mein ek resort book kiya—beach views, private suite. Woh, main, aur tu—wild hone wala hai. Woh meri chhedon ko roz chodega; intezar nahi kar sakti.”
Main muskuraya, khushi bhadakti hui. “Yaar haan, Maa—perfect lagta hai. Beach randi wala scene aane wala hai.”
Hum airport pahunche, travelers se bhara hua, aur Maa ne sabke sar ghuma diye—laal salwar kameez mein hot, sone ke haar uske cleavage mein latakte hue, jhumke randi signals ki tarah hilte hue, choodiyaan khanakti hui, uska makeup bold, honth laal, aankhein kohl-lined, “mujhe chodo” cheekh rahi thi. Outfit uske stann aur pichhwade ko jakadta hua, ek chalti-firti dawat.
Mukesh gate ke paas intezar kar raha tha, ek pillar par jhukkar casual jeans aur shirt mein, muskurata hua jab hum nazdeek aaye. “Aa gaye—meri randi aur uska ladka.”
“Hey, Uncle,” maine kaha, usse fist-bump dete hue. “Maa tere liye poori saji hui hai—haar uske stann mein dube hue, jhumke jaise woh teri randi hai.”
Maa ka mota pichhwada hila jab woh aage aayi, salwar ka kapda kasa hua. “Mukesh... tujhe miss kiya.” Woh aage jhuki, aur usne use kareeb kheench liya, gehra chumban—honth masalte hue, jeebhein ek poore minute tak naachti hui, uske hath uske pichhwade ko jakadte hue, gaalon ko publicly dabate hue, kuch passersby ki nazrein.
Maa ne chumban toda, sharmaate hue, idhar-udhar dekhte hue. “Mukesh! Log dekh rahe hain—ab sharma rahi hoon?”
Woh hasa, uske pichhwade par halke se thappad maarte hue. “Dekhne do—tu meri randi hai. Raj, yeh trip epic hone wala hai—beach par chudai, room service jab main uske chhedon ko barbaad kar doonga. Tu dekhne ke liye tayyar hai?”
“Yaar haan,” maine kaha. “Maa, use bata kaise tune Papa se jhooth bola—ek mahine door ka plan pro ki tarah manage kiya.”
Maa muskurayi, Mukesh ke saath baazu jodte hue. “Oh, Anil ne maan liya—apna dil pakda, lekin sehmat ho gaya. Miserable bevakoof, jaise ek khoya hua puppy hath hilata hua. Ab mujhe tera ling nonstop milega—koi chhupna nahi.”
Mukesh ne uske stann ko dheeme se dabaya. “Good girl—champ ki tarah jhooth bol rahi hai. Us cuck ka jeevan ab narak hai; tu iske haqdaar hai.”
Uski baaton ne mera ling bada kar diya, jeans mein sakht hota hua—use Papa ko bura bhala kehte hue sunna, apni randi wali harkat ko own karte hue. “Maa, tu kitni randi hai—apne jhooth ki taareef karti hui jab tera pichhwada uske liye hilta hai. Tujh par garv hai.”
Trip achha laga—flight smooth, Mumbai ki humidity hamein land karte hi lagi, sheher chaos se jeevit, lekin hamara resort intezar kar raha tha, endless gandagi ka vaada.
Us raat, jab hum Mumbai ke resort mein settle ho gaye, hawa mein samundar ki namkeen hawa thi jo hamare private suite ke bahar se aayi, hum teeno chhote kitchenette area mein ikattha hue. Kamra shandaar lekin intimate tha—polished lakdi ka farsh, ek king bed bagal ke space mein ek khule archway se dikhayi deta hua, aur floor-to-ceiling khidkiyan jahan se chandni ke neeche laherein takrati dikhai de rahi thi.
Maa ne aane ke baad ek simple nightie pehen li thi, patla gulabi kapda uske curves par chipak raha tha, uske bhaari stann top ke khilaf kheench rahe the, nipples kapde ke zariye halke se dikhayi de rahe the, aur hem uski moti jaanghon par chadh raha tha jab woh idhar-udhar hili, late snack ke liye phal aur chai taiyaar karne ka natak karti hui.
Mukesh chhoti table par apne boxers mein let raha tha, uski muscular chhati nangi, ling kapde mein pehle se hi aadha sakht, jabki main ek stool par baitha tha, mere shorts mein uttejana ka constant undercurrent tha jab se hum land hue, tent bana hua. Baat-cheet snacks ke upar casually shuru hui, lekin jaldi hi gandi ho gayi, bahar samundar ka rhythm kamre mein badhte tanaav ko mirror karta hua.
“Toh, tum dono,” maine kaha, ek angoor muh mein daalte hue, Maa ke pichhwade par nazar rakhte hue jab woh thoda jhuki aam kaatne ke liye, nightie chadhkar uske gaalon ka neechla curve dikhayi deta hua. “Yeh tum dono ka honeymoon jaisa hai, na? Batao—aaj raat kaise ek doosre ko chodne ka plan hai? Details, chhupao mat.”
Maa ne kandhe ke upar se dekha, uske gaal laal hue lekin honthon par ek muskurahat khel rahi thi, chhuri beech kaat mein ruk gayi. “Raj, itni jaldi gandi baatein? Hum abhi bhi unpack nahi kiye. Lekin thik hai... Mukesh, tu bata—mujhe pehle kaise chahta hai? Peeth par, taangein failayi hui, ya is counter par jhukakar?”
Mukesh hasa, uski aankhein uske pichhwade par lock, thodi sehlate hue. “Oh, Rekha, tu mujhe jaanti hai—dheere shuru karo, teri yoni ko jeebh se chhedo, phir main event ke liye palat do. Raj, teri maa ne mujhe hooked kar diya; intezar nahi kar sakta apna chehra usmein dabane ka.”
Main aage jhuka, muskurate hue. “Maa, tujhe Mukesh se kya sabse zyada pasand hai? Specific—kya woh teri yoni ko chaat-ta hai jab tak tu chhidak nahi jati, ya teri gand mein ungli daalta hai jab woh tera clit choosta hai?”
Maa ne chhuri neeche rakhi, humari or mudkar, uske stann nightie ke neeche thoda uchalte hue, hath kamar par. “Raj! Apne bete se aisa tharki sawaal. Lekin... mmm, mujhe pasand hai jab woh meri yoni ko pehle dheere chaat-ta hai, mere clit ke gird ghoomta hai, phir gehra doob jata hai, jeebh se mujhe chodta hai jab uski ungaliyan meri gand ke chhed ko kheenchti hain. Itna zor se charam par aati hoon ki taare dikhayi dete hain.”
Mukesh ne sar hilaya, uska ling dikhayi dete hue phadakta hua. “Sahi baat—teri maa ki yoni swarg jaisi swaad deti hai, Raj. Meethi aur musky, khaas kar ek lamba din ke baad. Har baar mujhe poora sakht kar deta hai.”
Main uski or muda, curious. “Uncle, uski gand ka kya? Tu hamesha uske peechhe padta hai—tujhe Maa ka bada pichhwada itna pasand kyun hai?”
Mukesh ki muskurahat shaitaan wali ho gayi, uski aankhein Maa ke pichhwade par jati hui jab woh phal ki or wapas mudi, uske gaal nightie ke neeche hil rahe the. “Ah, woh mota pichhwada—perfect hai, Raj. Jab main thappad marta hoon toh jelly jaisa hilta hai, mera ling poora nigal leta hai.
Lekin sabse best? Jab usne apni gand ka chhed nahi dhoya hota—kaccha, paseena bhara, din se thoda tangy. Woh primal khushboo mujhe pagal kar deti hai; mujhe apna chehra usmein dabakar chaatne ka man karta hai jab tak woh bheek na mange.”
Maa palti, uski aankhein hairani se chawdi, gaal laal hote hue jab woh hasi, ek hath se muh dhakte hue, doosre se uspar khelte hue thappad maarte hue. “Mukesh! Yaar, tu aisa nahi bol sakta—yeh itna embarrassing hai! Ab sharma rahi hoon, iske bare mein sochkar... lekin yaar, tujhe meri gandi gand itni pasand hai? collegegirl jaisi hansi nikal rahi hai.”
Maine uska hosla badhaya, haskar. “Chalo, Uncle—aur gandi baatein batao. Mat ruko; Maa isse pasand kar rahi hai, dekho uska blush.”
Mukesh peechhe jhuka, Maa ke bade pichhwade par khule aam ghoorta hua jab woh kaatna wapas shuru kiya, uske hips ab thoda zyada hil rahe the, nightie chadh rahi thi.
Kitchen ki roshni mein, uska pichhwada aur bhara hua dikha, kapda gaalon par kasa hua, beech ke gehre crack ka hint deta hua. Usne apne honth chaate. “Thik hai, Raj—uska pichhwada sirf bada nahi; yeh naram hai, peechhe se yoni thokte waqt mutthiyon mein pakadne ke liye perfect.
Aur woh gand ka chhed? Puckered aur gulabi, lekin ab mere saare chodne se dheela—baad mein khulta hai, mera veerya faucet jaisa tapakta hai. Mujhe pasand hai jab woh thrust ke beech mein fart karti hai, woh geela pop—ghatiya as hell. Aur swaad? Kadwa-meetha, uska paseena mere thook ke saath mila; main ghanton tak uski rimming kar sakta hoon.”
Maa ne sar hilaaya, abhi bhi has rahi thi, uska jism sharmili uttejana se kaanpta hua. “Tum dono ghatiya ho—mere pichhwade ke bare mein aise baat karte hue jab main khana bana rahi hoon? Mukesh, tu ek tharki hai, aur Raj, tu bahut jaldi seekh raha hai!”
Maine Mukesh ka ghoorna aur teevra hote dekha, uski aankhein uske pichhwade par chipki hui jab woh hili, gaal nightie ke neeche flex karte hue. “Maa, Mukesh ke liye apna pichhwada hila—chalo, use ek show do. Ise hila jaise tu jab woh tujhe chodta hai.”
Woh peechhe dekhi, uski awaaz mein khelta hua inkaar, humein gaaliyan de rahi thi. “Koi chance nahi, Raj—tu badmaash ladka, apni maa se pichhwada hilane ko bol raha hai? Aur Mukesh, tu ganda harami, aise ghoorta hai? Main koi dancer nahi hoon!”
Mukesh ne chheda, khada hokar nazdeek aaya, uska hath uski kamar par chhoota. “Chalo, Rekha—apna mota pichhwada hamaare liye hila. Tu jaanti hai tu chahti hai; us gaalon ko kal raat motel mein ki tarah uchalne de.”
Maa ne chai hilate hue apna pichhwada dheere se hilana shuru kiya, gaal nightie ke neeche hil rahe the, kapda har sway ke saath swish karta hua, uske hips ek chhedte rhythm mein ghoom rahe the.
“Thik hai, tum tharkiyon—khush ho ab? Apna bada pichhwada hilati hui jab main khana bana rahi hoon, bilkul ek randi ki tarah.”
“Aur karo, Maa,” maine kaha, mera ling sakht hota hua. “Twerk karo—Uncle ke liye clap karo.”
Woh ruki, haskar palti. “Bas, Raj! Yeh sab milta hai—ise push mat karo, warna tumhein koi snacks nahi.”
Maine sar hilaya, topic ko naram se badalte hue. “Thik hai, thik hai. Toh, Uncle—tum dono is honeymoon ke liye kya plan kar rahe ho? Specifics—ise yaadgaar banaoge?”
Mukesh wapas baith gaya, Maa ko apni godi mein kheench liya, uska pichhwada uske crotch par baith gaya, nightie uski jaanghon par chadh gayi. “Oh, yeh honeymoon swarg hai, Raj. Aaj raat, main sirf uski gand chodna chahta hoon—gehri aur dheere, use bheek mangwao.
Jab main yeh karoonga, main uski yoni par dildo use karoonga—use double-stuff karo, dono chhed bhare hue charam par dekhna.”
“Yaar, yeh intense lagta hai,” maine kaha, aankhein chawdi. “Maa, tera opinion? Tu aaj raat sirf gand ke liye taiyaar hai, dildo teri yoni mein jab woh tera chhed barbaad karega?”
Maa uski godi mein hili, besharmi se peechhe ragadti hui, uski awaaz haanfte hui. “Yaar haan, Raj—mujhe pasand hai jab Mukesh meri gand par focus karta hai, kacha thokta hai jab dildo meri yoni mein vibrate karta hai. Har jagah chhidak jati hoon—main aaj raat uski anal randi hoon.”
Mukesh ne uski jaangh par thappad maara. “Wahi meri ladki. Aur tera pati Anil? Woh pathetic bewakoof shayad akela kharrate maar raha hai, takiya pakad raha hai, jab main uski patni ke chhedon par kabza karta hoon. Kamzor harami—use satisfy bhi nahi kar sakta.”
Main shamil hua, muskurate hue. “Haan, Papa ek loser hai—miserable, dil pakadne wala bevakoof. Akela rehne ka haqdaar hai jab tum dono jaanwaron ki tarah chodo.”
Maa ne khelte hue humein daanta, Mukesh ke seene par thappad maarte hue. “Hey, tum dono—Anil ke bare mein aise mat bolo! Woh abhi bhi mera pati hai, chahe kitna boring kyun na ho. Bad boys, uspar gang-up kar rahe ho.”
Raat ke khane ke dauraan, hum chhoti table ke gird baithe, aam ke slices ki plates aur chai se bhaap nikalti hui, resort ka samundar ka nazara bahar chamakta hua. Maa ki nightie ek kandhe se sarki, aur stann dikha, jab woh chai pee rahi thi.
“Maa,” maine bites ke beech kaha. “Kya main tum dono ko aaj raat chodte hue dekh sakta hoon? Kareeb se, bedroom mein—har thrust dekhna?”
Woh chai par lagbhag dab gayi, khelte hue hasi. “Nahi, Raj! Bilkul nahi—tu mera beta hai, koi voyeur nahi. Door se dekhna ek baat hai, lekin kamre mein? Bahut weird.”
Mukesh ne mera saath diya, aankh maarte hue. “Chalo, Rekha—ladke ko dekhne do. Yeh achha hoga; woh seekh sakta hai ki ek randi ke saath kaise behave karna hai. Kareeb se, tera pichhwada mere ling par uchalte hue dekhna.”
Maa ne sar hilaaya, aankhein chawdi.
“Yeh tum dono kya ban gaye ho? Tharki united! Nahi, Mukesh—wajah: woh mera ladka hai; yeh tharki vibes deta hai, chahe chhoo na raha ho. Plus, privacy—hamari siskariyaan, mere chehre jab main charam par aati hoon... Raj ke liye bahut intimate.”
“Lekin Maa,” maine dabaya. “Maine video par dekha hai—live kyun nahi? Yeh educational hai; Uncle sahi hai.”
Mukesh ne chheda. “Bilul—use andar aane do, Rekha. Woh chup rahega, bas tujhe randi ki tarah lete hue dekhega. Parivaar ke bonding ke liye achha.”
“Nahi!” Maa ne zor diya, lekin has rahi thi. “Kaisi maa apne bete ko apni gand chudte hue dekhne degi? Yeh galat hai—boundaries, tum dono. Woh sab kuch dekh lega: meri yoni tapakti hui, gand ka chhed khulta hua. Bahut zyada.”
“Chalo,” maine kaha. “Maine pehle iske liye muth maari hai; wahan hona aur hot hoga. Please?”
Mukesh ne sar hilaya. “Woh ziddi hai, Raj—lekin socho: tu kone mein, sehlate hue jab main uski yoni mein dildo daaloon aur gand thokoon. Educational gold.”
Maa ne aloud socha. “Yaar, maine kaise monsters paida kiye? Tum dono aise plan banate hue—Raj, tujhe innocent hona chahiye; Mukesh, hum dono ko bigaad raha hai. Wajahen stack ho rahi hain: kya agar yeh hamare rishte ko badal de? Awkward subah? Nahi, bedroom off-limits hai.”
“Lekin awkward kyun?” maine poocha. “Hum ab open hain—mera dekhna teri randi wali harkat ko samman deta hai.”
Mukesh ne joda. “Sahi—use tujhe celebrate karne de, Rekha. Woh supportive hai; tere fart ya squirt par judge nahi karega.”
Woh aah bhari, thoda jhuk gayi. “Thik hai... andar nahi, lekin khidki se? Chhupkar jhaanko jaise ek creep; yeh meri had hai. Deal?”
Hum aur aage-peechhe ke baad sehmat hue, main andar ke liye push karta raha, Mukesh mera saath deta raha, lekin khidki ke compromise par settle ho gaye. “Okay, Maa—khidki hi sahi. Lekin agli baar, andar?”
“Push mat kar,” usne muskurate hue kaha. “Tharkiyon.”
Us raat, suite ka bedroom bedside lamp se dheeme se chamka, khidkiyan samundari hawa ke liye thodi khuli, parde meri balcony se chhupkar dekhne ke liye bas thoda sa alag kiye hue.
Maa king bed ke center mein peeth par leti thi, uski nightie chhodi hui, taangein chawdi faili hui, ghutne mude hue aur paon chadar par flat, uski yoni gulabi aur geeli dikhai deti hui, neeche gand ka chhed dikhayi deta hua, pehle ke chhedne se abhi bhi dheela.
Uske bhaari stann dono taraf bikhar gaye, thandi hawa mein nipples sakht, baal takiye par phaila hua, chehra intezar se laal. Mukesh uski taangon ke beech ghutno par baitha, nanga aur sakht, uski jeebh uski yoni ke folds par lap-lap karta hua, dheere se uske clit ke gird ghoomta hua, jabki ek ungli uski gand ke chhed mein doob gayi, mudti aur probe karti hui, uske ras uske thook ke saath mil rahe the, geeli awaazein goonjti hui.
“Oh, Mukesh... meri yoni ko aur gehra chaat,” Maa ne siskari bhari, uske hath uske baalon mein, use kareeb kheenchte hue, uske hips thoda uchalte hue. “Woh jeebh—yaar, yeh jadu hai. Aur teri ungli meri gand mein... pehle se hi kheench rahi hai.”
Mukesh ne uske clit ke khilaf gunjaya, vibration se woh siskari bharne lagi, uski ungli uski gand ke chhed mein mudti hui, dheere pump karti hui. “Swad itna achha hai, Rekha—teri yoni tapak rahi hai, gand ka chhed aur mangta hai jaise. Bata mujhe kaisa lagta hai, randi—taangein mere liye chawdi failayi hui.”
“Gajab lagta hai,” woh haanfte hue boli, uski taangein aur chawdi kaanpti hui, paon ki ungliyan mudti hui. “Teri jeebh mere clit par, ungli meri gandi chhed ko chod rahi hai—yaar, main teri randi hoon aaahh ooohhh Mukeeessshhh mukeessshhh. Aur gehra, mere pyar—mujhe charam par laa usse pehle tu meri gand par switch kare.”
Usne uski gand ke chhed mein doosri ungli jodi, unhe scissor karta hua, uska chhed aasani se yield karta hua, jabki uski jeebh uski yoni ke entrance mein doob gayi, uski geelapan lap-lap karta hua. “Wahi baat—gand dheeli aur taiyaar. Raj shayad jhaank raha hai; use dikhao kaise tu tadapti hai.”
Maa ne arch kiya, aur zor se siskari bhari. “Use dekhne do—yaar, Mukesh, wahi par! Meri gand ko aur zor se ungli karo; teri jeebh mujhe phaad degi.”
Unka aage-peechhe chalta raha, jism paseene se geele, bistar charkhata hua jab woh tadpi, uska muh uski yoni ko kha gaya, ungaliyan uski gand ke chhed ko aur barbaad karti hui, yeh scene chandni khidki ke neeche ek live porn show.
“Mukesh... oh yaar, mat ruk,” Maa ne bheek maangi, uski awaaz toot rahi thi. “Meri yoni ko aise chaat—haan, mera clit choos! Aur woh ungaliyan... meri gand ke chhed mein mudti hui, itna bhara, itna ganda lagta hai.”
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Usne apna muh thodi der ke liye hataaya, uske ras ke dhaage uske honthon se jodte hue, uski ungaliyan abhi bhi pump karti hui. “Ganda? Woh tu hai, Rekha—yoni mere chehre par baadh laati hui, gand ka chhed vice jaisa pakadta hua. Iske liye bheek mango, mujhe bata tujhe meri jeebh wapas chahiye.”
“Please, Mukesh—doob ja, meri yoni khao jab tak main tere chehre par charam par na aao!” usne cheekh kar kaha, uska sar neeche kheenchte hue. “Meri gand ko aur gehra ungli se chodo; baad ke liye gape karo.”
Usne hukm maana, jeebh uske clit par tezi se flick karti hui, ungaliyan ab teen uski gand ke chhed mein, chawda kheenchti hui, uska jism charam ke bante hue kaanpta hua. “Mere liye charam par aa, randi—meri jeebh par chhidak, gand ka chhed meri ungliyon ke gird pulsate karta hua.”
Woh cheekhi, wildly uchalti hui, ras uski thodi par chhidakta hua, uski gand ka chhed rhythm mein simat-ta hua, meri khidki ke perch se yeh nazara obscene aur hot.
Baad mein, unhone saans li, Maa haanfte hue. “Yaar... yeh intense tha. Ab teri baari—gand ya yoni pehle?”
Mukesh muskuraya, apna chehra pochhte hue. “Gand, jaise maine kaha—lekin teri yoni mein dildo ke saath. Palat ja, Rekha—time hai tujhe double-stuff karne ka.”
Raat unke gande khel ke saath chali gayi, mera ling khidki ke sheeshe ke khilaf sakht, honeymoon abhi shuru hi hua tha
Mujhe pata tha ki unki shaadi ke khatam hone mein sirf 10% bacha tha—Maa pehle se hi Mukesh ki thi, yeh “mahina” uska ticket tha poori tarah vyabhichar ke liye, uske saath rehne, nonstop chudai. Agle din, maine Maa ko akela kitchen mein pakda, chai banate hue, uska robe dheela, stann jhankte hue. “Maa, us trip ke bare mein Papa se jhooth bolne ki badhai. Smart—ab tu Mukesh se apne chhedon ko kacha chudwa sakti hai bina chhupne ke. Yoni aur gand on demand, na?”
Maa mudi, shaitaan wali muskurahat ke saath, kandhe ke upar dekhti hui. “Raj, tu chhupa hua ladka—ise raaz rakho, thik hai? Lekin haan... poore mahine uske liye failne ka intezar nahi kar sakti. Chhed pehle se hi dard kar rahe hain.”
“Kya tu sach mein Papa ko divorce degi, lekin?” maine poocha, counter par jhukte hue. “Iske baad?”
Usne aah bhari, chamach neeche rakhte hue. “Abhi nahi, Raj—woh stable hai, bills bharta hai. Lekin yaar, mujhe aisa lagta hai jaise main ek randi hoon, Mukesh ke bade ling se mohit ek kutiya. Yeh mujhe itna achha kheenchta hai, mujhe aisa charam par lata hai jo kuch aur nahi karta.
Anil ka ling chhota hai; compare nahi kar sakta. Mukesh mera maalik hai—uska ling meri drug hai. Hum is bare mein baat karte hain, woh aur main—kaise main aakhir mein chhod doongi, jab Raj set ho jaye. Lekin ab ke liye, yeh trip swarg hai.”
“Haan, Maa,” maine kaha, mera ling hilta hua. “Tu hooked hai—yoni us monster ke liye tapakti hui. Randi life tujhe suit karti hai; Papa bas ek placeholder hai.”
Usne sar hilaya, muskurati hui. “Sahi hai—ise nahi jhuthla sakti. Mukesh ka ling mujhe har baar barbaad karta hai. Lekin shh—kisi ko mat batana.”
Baad mein, humne Papa ko ghar chhod diya, “trip” ke liye bags pack kiye hue. Baithak mein, Papa ne Maa ko zor se gale lagaya, aankhein aansuon se bhari. “Safe raho, Rekha—roz call karna. Raj, uska khayal rakhna.”
“Karoonga, Papa,” maine kaha, uski peeth thapthapate hue. “Aaram karo—tu thaka hua lagta hai.”
Maa ne uske gaal chuma. “Bye, Anil—chinta mat kar. Hum tujhe miss karenge.”
Papa ne darwaze se hath hilaya, udaas aur miserable, uska chehra kheechta hua, kandhe jhuke hue jaise ek hara hua aadmi. Use nahi pata tha woh Mukesh ke paas ja rahi thi, uski shaadi ka naashak, woh mard jo uski patni ko veerya-dump mein badal raha tha, uske patan ki yojna bana raha tha.
Raaste mein, airport ke cab mein, Maa aage jhuki. “Raj, Mukesh ne Mumbai mein ek resort book kiya—beach views, private suite. Woh, main, aur tu—wild hone wala hai. Woh meri chhedon ko roz chodega; intezar nahi kar sakti.”
Main muskuraya, khushi bhadakti hui. “Yaar haan, Maa—perfect lagta hai. Beach randi wala scene aane wala hai.”
Hum airport pahunche, travelers se bhara hua, aur Maa ne sabke sar ghuma diye—laal salwar kameez mein hot, sone ke haar uske cleavage mein latakte hue, jhumke randi signals ki tarah hilte hue, choodiyaan khanakti hui, uska makeup bold, honth laal, aankhein kohl-lined, “mujhe chodo” cheekh rahi thi. Outfit uske stann aur pichhwade ko jakadta hua, ek chalti-firti dawat.
Mukesh gate ke paas intezar kar raha tha, ek pillar par jhukkar casual jeans aur shirt mein, muskurata hua jab hum nazdeek aaye. “Aa gaye—meri randi aur uska ladka.”
“Hey, Uncle,” maine kaha, usse fist-bump dete hue. “Maa tere liye poori saji hui hai—haar uske stann mein dube hue, jhumke jaise woh teri randi hai.”
Maa ka mota pichhwada hila jab woh aage aayi, salwar ka kapda kasa hua. “Mukesh... tujhe miss kiya.” Woh aage jhuki, aur usne use kareeb kheench liya, gehra chumban—honth masalte hue, jeebhein ek poore minute tak naachti hui, uske hath uske pichhwade ko jakadte hue, gaalon ko publicly dabate hue, kuch passersby ki nazrein.
Maa ne chumban toda, sharmaate hue, idhar-udhar dekhte hue. “Mukesh! Log dekh rahe hain—ab sharma rahi hoon?”
Woh hasa, uske pichhwade par halke se thappad maarte hue. “Dekhne do—tu meri randi hai. Raj, yeh trip epic hone wala hai—beach par chudai, room service jab main uske chhedon ko barbaad kar doonga. Tu dekhne ke liye tayyar hai?”
“Yaar haan,” maine kaha. “Maa, use bata kaise tune Papa se jhooth bola—ek mahine door ka plan pro ki tarah manage kiya.”
Maa muskurayi, Mukesh ke saath baazu jodte hue. “Oh, Anil ne maan liya—apna dil pakda, lekin sehmat ho gaya. Miserable bevakoof, jaise ek khoya hua puppy hath hilata hua. Ab mujhe tera ling nonstop milega—koi chhupna nahi.”
Mukesh ne uske stann ko dheeme se dabaya. “Good girl—champ ki tarah jhooth bol rahi hai. Us cuck ka jeevan ab narak hai; tu iske haqdaar hai.”
Uski baaton ne mera ling bada kar diya, jeans mein sakht hota hua—use Papa ko bura bhala kehte hue sunna, apni randi wali harkat ko own karte hue. “Maa, tu kitni randi hai—apne jhooth ki taareef karti hui jab tera pichhwada uske liye hilta hai. Tujh par garv hai.”
Trip achha laga—flight smooth, Mumbai ki humidity hamein land karte hi lagi, sheher chaos se jeevit, lekin hamara resort intezar kar raha tha, endless gandagi ka vaada.
Us raat, jab hum Mumbai ke resort mein settle ho gaye, hawa mein samundar ki namkeen hawa thi jo hamare private suite ke bahar se aayi, hum teeno chhote kitchenette area mein ikattha hue. Kamra shandaar lekin intimate tha—polished lakdi ka farsh, ek king bed bagal ke space mein ek khule archway se dikhayi deta hua, aur floor-to-ceiling khidkiyan jahan se chandni ke neeche laherein takrati dikhai de rahi thi.
Maa ne aane ke baad ek simple nightie pehen li thi, patla gulabi kapda uske curves par chipak raha tha, uske bhaari stann top ke khilaf kheench rahe the, nipples kapde ke zariye halke se dikhayi de rahe the, aur hem uski moti jaanghon par chadh raha tha jab woh idhar-udhar hili, late snack ke liye phal aur chai taiyaar karne ka natak karti hui.
Mukesh chhoti table par apne boxers mein let raha tha, uski muscular chhati nangi, ling kapde mein pehle se hi aadha sakht, jabki main ek stool par baitha tha, mere shorts mein uttejana ka constant undercurrent tha jab se hum land hue, tent bana hua. Baat-cheet snacks ke upar casually shuru hui, lekin jaldi hi gandi ho gayi, bahar samundar ka rhythm kamre mein badhte tanaav ko mirror karta hua.
“Toh, tum dono,” maine kaha, ek angoor muh mein daalte hue, Maa ke pichhwade par nazar rakhte hue jab woh thoda jhuki aam kaatne ke liye, nightie chadhkar uske gaalon ka neechla curve dikhayi deta hua. “Yeh tum dono ka honeymoon jaisa hai, na? Batao—aaj raat kaise ek doosre ko chodne ka plan hai? Details, chhupao mat.”
Maa ne kandhe ke upar se dekha, uske gaal laal hue lekin honthon par ek muskurahat khel rahi thi, chhuri beech kaat mein ruk gayi. “Raj, itni jaldi gandi baatein? Hum abhi bhi unpack nahi kiye. Lekin thik hai... Mukesh, tu bata—mujhe pehle kaise chahta hai? Peeth par, taangein failayi hui, ya is counter par jhukakar?”
Mukesh hasa, uski aankhein uske pichhwade par lock, thodi sehlate hue. “Oh, Rekha, tu mujhe jaanti hai—dheere shuru karo, teri yoni ko jeebh se chhedo, phir main event ke liye palat do. Raj, teri maa ne mujhe hooked kar diya; intezar nahi kar sakta apna chehra usmein dabane ka.”
Main aage jhuka, muskurate hue. “Maa, tujhe Mukesh se kya sabse zyada pasand hai? Specific—kya woh teri yoni ko chaat-ta hai jab tak tu chhidak nahi jati, ya teri gand mein ungli daalta hai jab woh tera clit choosta hai?”
Maa ne chhuri neeche rakhi, humari or mudkar, uske stann nightie ke neeche thoda uchalte hue, hath kamar par. “Raj! Apne bete se aisa tharki sawaal. Lekin... mmm, mujhe pasand hai jab woh meri yoni ko pehle dheere chaat-ta hai, mere clit ke gird ghoomta hai, phir gehra doob jata hai, jeebh se mujhe chodta hai jab uski ungaliyan meri gand ke chhed ko kheenchti hain. Itna zor se charam par aati hoon ki taare dikhayi dete hain.”
Mukesh ne sar hilaya, uska ling dikhayi dete hue phadakta hua. “Sahi baat—teri maa ki yoni swarg jaisi swaad deti hai, Raj. Meethi aur musky, khaas kar ek lamba din ke baad. Har baar mujhe poora sakht kar deta hai.”
Main uski or muda, curious. “Uncle, uski gand ka kya? Tu hamesha uske peechhe padta hai—tujhe Maa ka bada pichhwada itna pasand kyun hai?”
Mukesh ki muskurahat shaitaan wali ho gayi, uski aankhein Maa ke pichhwade par jati hui jab woh phal ki or wapas mudi, uske gaal nightie ke neeche hil rahe the. “Ah, woh mota pichhwada—perfect hai, Raj. Jab main thappad marta hoon toh jelly jaisa hilta hai, mera ling poora nigal leta hai.
Lekin sabse best? Jab usne apni gand ka chhed nahi dhoya hota—kaccha, paseena bhara, din se thoda tangy. Woh primal khushboo mujhe pagal kar deti hai; mujhe apna chehra usmein dabakar chaatne ka man karta hai jab tak woh bheek na mange.”
Maa palti, uski aankhein hairani se chawdi, gaal laal hote hue jab woh hasi, ek hath se muh dhakte hue, doosre se uspar khelte hue thappad maarte hue. “Mukesh! Yaar, tu aisa nahi bol sakta—yeh itna embarrassing hai! Ab sharma rahi hoon, iske bare mein sochkar... lekin yaar, tujhe meri gandi gand itni pasand hai? collegegirl jaisi hansi nikal rahi hai.”
Maine uska hosla badhaya, haskar. “Chalo, Uncle—aur gandi baatein batao. Mat ruko; Maa isse pasand kar rahi hai, dekho uska blush.”
Mukesh peechhe jhuka, Maa ke bade pichhwade par khule aam ghoorta hua jab woh kaatna wapas shuru kiya, uske hips ab thoda zyada hil rahe the, nightie chadh rahi thi.
Kitchen ki roshni mein, uska pichhwada aur bhara hua dikha, kapda gaalon par kasa hua, beech ke gehre crack ka hint deta hua. Usne apne honth chaate. “Thik hai, Raj—uska pichhwada sirf bada nahi; yeh naram hai, peechhe se yoni thokte waqt mutthiyon mein pakadne ke liye perfect.
Aur woh gand ka chhed? Puckered aur gulabi, lekin ab mere saare chodne se dheela—baad mein khulta hai, mera veerya faucet jaisa tapakta hai. Mujhe pasand hai jab woh thrust ke beech mein fart karti hai, woh geela pop—ghatiya as hell. Aur swaad? Kadwa-meetha, uska paseena mere thook ke saath mila; main ghanton tak uski rimming kar sakta hoon.”
Maa ne sar hilaaya, abhi bhi has rahi thi, uska jism sharmili uttejana se kaanpta hua. “Tum dono ghatiya ho—mere pichhwade ke bare mein aise baat karte hue jab main khana bana rahi hoon? Mukesh, tu ek tharki hai, aur Raj, tu bahut jaldi seekh raha hai!”
Maine Mukesh ka ghoorna aur teevra hote dekha, uski aankhein uske pichhwade par chipki hui jab woh hili, gaal nightie ke neeche flex karte hue. “Maa, Mukesh ke liye apna pichhwada hila—chalo, use ek show do. Ise hila jaise tu jab woh tujhe chodta hai.”
Woh peechhe dekhi, uski awaaz mein khelta hua inkaar, humein gaaliyan de rahi thi. “Koi chance nahi, Raj—tu badmaash ladka, apni maa se pichhwada hilane ko bol raha hai? Aur Mukesh, tu ganda harami, aise ghoorta hai? Main koi dancer nahi hoon!”
Mukesh ne chheda, khada hokar nazdeek aaya, uska hath uski kamar par chhoota. “Chalo, Rekha—apna mota pichhwada hamaare liye hila. Tu jaanti hai tu chahti hai; us gaalon ko kal raat motel mein ki tarah uchalne de.”
Maa ne chai hilate hue apna pichhwada dheere se hilana shuru kiya, gaal nightie ke neeche hil rahe the, kapda har sway ke saath swish karta hua, uske hips ek chhedte rhythm mein ghoom rahe the.
“Thik hai, tum tharkiyon—khush ho ab? Apna bada pichhwada hilati hui jab main khana bana rahi hoon, bilkul ek randi ki tarah.”
“Aur karo, Maa,” maine kaha, mera ling sakht hota hua. “Twerk karo—Uncle ke liye clap karo.”
Woh ruki, haskar palti. “Bas, Raj! Yeh sab milta hai—ise push mat karo, warna tumhein koi snacks nahi.”
Maine sar hilaya, topic ko naram se badalte hue. “Thik hai, thik hai. Toh, Uncle—tum dono is honeymoon ke liye kya plan kar rahe ho? Specifics—ise yaadgaar banaoge?”
Mukesh wapas baith gaya, Maa ko apni godi mein kheench liya, uska pichhwada uske crotch par baith gaya, nightie uski jaanghon par chadh gayi. “Oh, yeh honeymoon swarg hai, Raj. Aaj raat, main sirf uski gand chodna chahta hoon—gehri aur dheere, use bheek mangwao.
Jab main yeh karoonga, main uski yoni par dildo use karoonga—use double-stuff karo, dono chhed bhare hue charam par dekhna.”
“Yaar, yeh intense lagta hai,” maine kaha, aankhein chawdi. “Maa, tera opinion? Tu aaj raat sirf gand ke liye taiyaar hai, dildo teri yoni mein jab woh tera chhed barbaad karega?”
Maa uski godi mein hili, besharmi se peechhe ragadti hui, uski awaaz haanfte hui. “Yaar haan, Raj—mujhe pasand hai jab Mukesh meri gand par focus karta hai, kacha thokta hai jab dildo meri yoni mein vibrate karta hai. Har jagah chhidak jati hoon—main aaj raat uski anal randi hoon.”
Mukesh ne uski jaangh par thappad maara. “Wahi meri ladki. Aur tera pati Anil? Woh pathetic bewakoof shayad akela kharrate maar raha hai, takiya pakad raha hai, jab main uski patni ke chhedon par kabza karta hoon. Kamzor harami—use satisfy bhi nahi kar sakta.”
Main shamil hua, muskurate hue. “Haan, Papa ek loser hai—miserable, dil pakadne wala bevakoof. Akela rehne ka haqdaar hai jab tum dono jaanwaron ki tarah chodo.”
Maa ne khelte hue humein daanta, Mukesh ke seene par thappad maarte hue. “Hey, tum dono—Anil ke bare mein aise mat bolo! Woh abhi bhi mera pati hai, chahe kitna boring kyun na ho. Bad boys, uspar gang-up kar rahe ho.”
Raat ke khane ke dauraan, hum chhoti table ke gird baithe, aam ke slices ki plates aur chai se bhaap nikalti hui, resort ka samundar ka nazara bahar chamakta hua. Maa ki nightie ek kandhe se sarki, aur stann dikha, jab woh chai pee rahi thi.
“Maa,” maine bites ke beech kaha. “Kya main tum dono ko aaj raat chodte hue dekh sakta hoon? Kareeb se, bedroom mein—har thrust dekhna?”
Woh chai par lagbhag dab gayi, khelte hue hasi. “Nahi, Raj! Bilkul nahi—tu mera beta hai, koi voyeur nahi. Door se dekhna ek baat hai, lekin kamre mein? Bahut weird.”
Mukesh ne mera saath diya, aankh maarte hue. “Chalo, Rekha—ladke ko dekhne do. Yeh achha hoga; woh seekh sakta hai ki ek randi ke saath kaise behave karna hai. Kareeb se, tera pichhwada mere ling par uchalte hue dekhna.”
Maa ne sar hilaaya, aankhein chawdi.
“Yeh tum dono kya ban gaye ho? Tharki united! Nahi, Mukesh—wajah: woh mera ladka hai; yeh tharki vibes deta hai, chahe chhoo na raha ho. Plus, privacy—hamari siskariyaan, mere chehre jab main charam par aati hoon... Raj ke liye bahut intimate.”
“Lekin Maa,” maine dabaya. “Maine video par dekha hai—live kyun nahi? Yeh educational hai; Uncle sahi hai.”
Mukesh ne chheda. “Bilul—use andar aane do, Rekha. Woh chup rahega, bas tujhe randi ki tarah lete hue dekhega. Parivaar ke bonding ke liye achha.”
“Nahi!” Maa ne zor diya, lekin has rahi thi. “Kaisi maa apne bete ko apni gand chudte hue dekhne degi? Yeh galat hai—boundaries, tum dono. Woh sab kuch dekh lega: meri yoni tapakti hui, gand ka chhed khulta hua. Bahut zyada.”
“Chalo,” maine kaha. “Maine pehle iske liye muth maari hai; wahan hona aur hot hoga. Please?”
Mukesh ne sar hilaya. “Woh ziddi hai, Raj—lekin socho: tu kone mein, sehlate hue jab main uski yoni mein dildo daaloon aur gand thokoon. Educational gold.”
Maa ne aloud socha. “Yaar, maine kaise monsters paida kiye? Tum dono aise plan banate hue—Raj, tujhe innocent hona chahiye; Mukesh, hum dono ko bigaad raha hai. Wajahen stack ho rahi hain: kya agar yeh hamare rishte ko badal de? Awkward subah? Nahi, bedroom off-limits hai.”
“Lekin awkward kyun?” maine poocha. “Hum ab open hain—mera dekhna teri randi wali harkat ko samman deta hai.”
Mukesh ne joda. “Sahi—use tujhe celebrate karne de, Rekha. Woh supportive hai; tere fart ya squirt par judge nahi karega.”
Woh aah bhari, thoda jhuk gayi. “Thik hai... andar nahi, lekin khidki se? Chhupkar jhaanko jaise ek creep; yeh meri had hai. Deal?”
Hum aur aage-peechhe ke baad sehmat hue, main andar ke liye push karta raha, Mukesh mera saath deta raha, lekin khidki ke compromise par settle ho gaye. “Okay, Maa—khidki hi sahi. Lekin agli baar, andar?”
“Push mat kar,” usne muskurate hue kaha. “Tharkiyon.”
Us raat, suite ka bedroom bedside lamp se dheeme se chamka, khidkiyan samundari hawa ke liye thodi khuli, parde meri balcony se chhupkar dekhne ke liye bas thoda sa alag kiye hue.
Maa king bed ke center mein peeth par leti thi, uski nightie chhodi hui, taangein chawdi faili hui, ghutne mude hue aur paon chadar par flat, uski yoni gulabi aur geeli dikhai deti hui, neeche gand ka chhed dikhayi deta hua, pehle ke chhedne se abhi bhi dheela.
Uske bhaari stann dono taraf bikhar gaye, thandi hawa mein nipples sakht, baal takiye par phaila hua, chehra intezar se laal. Mukesh uski taangon ke beech ghutno par baitha, nanga aur sakht, uski jeebh uski yoni ke folds par lap-lap karta hua, dheere se uske clit ke gird ghoomta hua, jabki ek ungli uski gand ke chhed mein doob gayi, mudti aur probe karti hui, uske ras uske thook ke saath mil rahe the, geeli awaazein goonjti hui.
“Oh, Mukesh... meri yoni ko aur gehra chaat,” Maa ne siskari bhari, uske hath uske baalon mein, use kareeb kheenchte hue, uske hips thoda uchalte hue. “Woh jeebh—yaar, yeh jadu hai. Aur teri ungli meri gand mein... pehle se hi kheench rahi hai.”
Mukesh ne uske clit ke khilaf gunjaya, vibration se woh siskari bharne lagi, uski ungli uski gand ke chhed mein mudti hui, dheere pump karti hui. “Swad itna achha hai, Rekha—teri yoni tapak rahi hai, gand ka chhed aur mangta hai jaise. Bata mujhe kaisa lagta hai, randi—taangein mere liye chawdi failayi hui.”
“Gajab lagta hai,” woh haanfte hue boli, uski taangein aur chawdi kaanpti hui, paon ki ungliyan mudti hui. “Teri jeebh mere clit par, ungli meri gandi chhed ko chod rahi hai—yaar, main teri randi hoon aaahh ooohhh Mukeeessshhh mukeessshhh. Aur gehra, mere pyar—mujhe charam par laa usse pehle tu meri gand par switch kare.”
Usne uski gand ke chhed mein doosri ungli jodi, unhe scissor karta hua, uska chhed aasani se yield karta hua, jabki uski jeebh uski yoni ke entrance mein doob gayi, uski geelapan lap-lap karta hua. “Wahi baat—gand dheeli aur taiyaar. Raj shayad jhaank raha hai; use dikhao kaise tu tadapti hai.”
Maa ne arch kiya, aur zor se siskari bhari. “Use dekhne do—yaar, Mukesh, wahi par! Meri gand ko aur zor se ungli karo; teri jeebh mujhe phaad degi.”
Unka aage-peechhe chalta raha, jism paseene se geele, bistar charkhata hua jab woh tadpi, uska muh uski yoni ko kha gaya, ungaliyan uski gand ke chhed ko aur barbaad karti hui, yeh scene chandni khidki ke neeche ek live porn show.
“Mukesh... oh yaar, mat ruk,” Maa ne bheek maangi, uski awaaz toot rahi thi. “Meri yoni ko aise chaat—haan, mera clit choos! Aur woh ungaliyan... meri gand ke chhed mein mudti hui, itna bhara, itna ganda lagta hai.”
Usne apna muh thodi der ke liye hataaya, uske ras ke dhaage uske honthon se jodte hue, uski ungaliyan abhi bhi pump karti hui. “Ganda? Woh tu hai, Rekha—yoni mere chehre par baadh laati hui, gand ka chhed vice jaisa pakadta hua. Iske liye bheek mango, mujhe bata tujhe meri jeebh wapas chahiye.”
“Please, Mukesh—doob ja, meri yoni khao jab tak main tere chehre par charam par na aao!” usne cheekh kar kaha, uska sar neeche kheenchte hue. “Meri gand ko aur gehra ungli se chodo; baad ke liye gape karo.”
Usne hukm maana, jeebh uske clit par tezi se flick karti hui, ungaliyan ab teen uski gand ke chhed mein, chawda kheenchti hui, uska jism charam ke bante hue kaanpta hua. “Mere liye charam par aa, randi—meri jeebh par chhidak, gand ka chhed meri ungliyon ke gird pulsate karta hua.”
Woh cheekhi, wildly uchalti hui, ras uski thodi par chhidakta hua, uski gand ka chhed rhythm mein simat-ta hua, meri khidki ke perch se yeh nazara obscene aur hot.
Baad mein, unhone saans li, Maa haanfte hue. “Yaar... yeh intense tha. Ab teri baari—gand ya yoni pehle?”
Mukesh muskuraya, apna chehra pochhte hue. “Gand, jaise maine kaha—lekin teri yoni mein dildo ke saath. Palat ja, Rekha—time hai tujhe double-stuff karne ka.”
Raat unke gande khel ke saath chali gayi, mera ling khidki ke sheeshe ke khilaf sakht, honeymoon abhi shuru hi hua tha
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