Adultery Tulip Apartments

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Chapter 2: The Game Begins

Kuch din beet gaye the, lekin mere andar ka intezaar badhta ja raha tha. Kal raat diary padhne ke baad, ab main jaanta tha ki maa ke andar bhi ek aag si lagi hui thi. Aaj, main jaanta tha ki kuch hone wala hai.

Dopahar ki garmi mein, hum hall mein carom khel rahe the. Uncle aur main aamne-saamne baithe the. Maa TV dekh rahi thi, lekin unka dhyan kahin aur tha. Woh ek safed salwar aur laal kameez pehne hue the, jisme woh hamesha se hi itni khoobsurat lagti hain. Upar se dupatta seene par tightly wrap kiye hue, jaise koi shield ho.

"Shilpa ji, aap bhi khelogi?" Vinod uncle ne aawaz di, unki aankhein maa par gaine hue the.

Maa ne haath mein remote thaam kar kaha, "Nahi Vinod ji, maine kabhi nahi kheli."

"Aap try karo na, Shilpa ji," uncle ne phir se kaha, unki aawaz mein ek ajeeb sa jadu tha.

"Haan maa, main sikhata hun," maine jod kar diya, apna plan banate hue.

Maa thodi der sochi, phir muskura kar kaha, "Theek hai, lekin main bilkul nayi hun."

Woh hamare paas aakar carpet par baith gayi, apne kameez ke neeche se salwar ko adjust karte hue. Unhone apna dupatta chest par aur zyada tightly wrap kar liya, jaise koi unse cheen lega. Main striker pakad kar unhe sikhane laga – kaise finger ko set karna hai, kaise strike karna hai. Maa dheere-dheere try kar rahi thi, lekin meri nazar uncle par thi.

Uncle bilkul still baithe the, jaise koi statue. Lekin unki aankhein... dharti ki sabse khatarnak shikaari aankhein. Woh maa ke honton par focus kar rahe the, phir unki aankhon par, phir unki gardan ki delicate curve par, jahan se unke baal shoulder par gir rahe the. Phir unki nazar neeche uthti gayi, unke tight kameez se outline hue unke firm boobs par, jo har movement ke saath lightly hilte the. Phir unki nazar maa ke delicate, manicured haathon par atak gayi, jo striker ko pakadne ki koshish kar rahe the.

Yeh dekh raha hai use... bilkul bhediye ki tarah. Aur maa? Woh jaanti hai ki woh dekh raha hai?

Mera khud ka jism respond kar raha tha, ek ajeeb si garmi neechay se uth rahi thi. Main andar se laraz utha. Mujhe unhe akela chodna tha. Yeh mera mauka tha.

Maine apna phone nikala aur nakli conversation shuru kar di. "Haan? Accha... wahan? Theek hai, main aata hun."

Maine maa ki taraf dekha, "Maa, main friend ke saath baat kar raha hun, thoda time lagega."

Maa ne haan mein sar hila diya, unka dhyan carom ke coins par tha.

Main apne room mein chala gaya aur darwaza band kar diya, lekin puri tarah se nahi. Main jaanta tha ki balcony se maa ke room ka rasta hai. Main dheere se maa ke room mein gaya aur hall ki taraf dekha. Darwaza thoda sa khula tha, jisse main saaf dekh sakta tha.

Ab woh do log the. Aur khel shuru hua.

"Yeh dekhiye Shilpa ji," uncle ne kaha, apni jagah se uth kar maa ke paas aate hue. Woh maa ke right side par baith gaye. "Aapko striker ko aise pakadna chahiye."

Unhone apna bada, kala haath aage badhaya aur maa ke delicate, gore haath ko apne mein le liya. Ek second ke liye maine socha ki maa apna haath kheenchegi, lekin unhone aisa nahi kiya. Woh still baiti rahi, jaise koi jaadu ho gaya ho.

Uska haath... itna bada... uske chote se haath ko poori tarah daba raha hai.

Uncle ne maa ki ungliyon ko adjust kiya, unki skin ko chhoote hue. "Yeh middle finger yahan, aur index yahan. Phir aise hit karenge."

Unhone maa ke haath ko apne haath mein lekar striker ko coin se takraya. Coin board ke kinare chala gaya.

"Wah! Aapne kar diya!" uncle ne kaha, lekin unhone maa ka haath chodha nahi. Woh aur zyada paas aa gaye, unki thigh ab maa ki thigh se touch ho rahi thi. Unki body ka warmth mere tak aa raha tha, main soch sakta tha.

Maa ne ek light, nervous si aah bhari. Main dekh sakta tha ki unki breathing fast ho gayi thi, unki chest upar neeche ho rahi thi, jo dupatte ke neeche aur bhi zyada visible ho gayi.

Uncle ke dusre haath ne, jo free tha, apni crotch ko rub kiya. Main dekh sakta tha ki unki pants ke andar kuch utha hua tha. Mera apna l@nd tight ho gaya, ek guilt ke saath jo mujhe ganda mehsoos karwa raha tha.

Yeh galat hai... bilkul galat... par...

"Dhanyavaad Vinod ji, ab main kar sakti hun," maa ne kaha, apna haath dheere se kheenchte hue. Unki aawaz thodi kaanp rahi thi.

Uncle ne muskura kar haath chodh diya, lekin unki nazar maa par hi thi. "Bahut acche, Shilpa ji."

Woh apni jagah par wapas baith gaye, lekin unka concentration khatam ho gaya tha. Woh maa ko hi dekhte rahe, jaise woh aurat nahi, balki koi heavenly body ho.

Unhone meri band darwaze ki taraf dekha, phir maa ki taraf. "Ajit toh lagta hai apni girlfriend ke saath busy hai, Shilpa ji."

Maa ne striker ko pakde hue kaha, "Main zyada interfere nahi karti unke matters mein, Vinod ji. Aur main uspar bharosa karti hun, woh acche decisions leta hai."

" Aur aap? Shilpa ji" uncle ne pucha, unki aawaz neecha kar ke. "Kya aap apne pati ke bina reh kar bore nahi hoti? Maaf kijiyega agar yeh zyada personal ho..."

Maa ne ek gehri saans lee, jaise koi unhe gaharaai mein dhakel raha ho. "Nahi Vinod ji, asal mein main music classes chalaati hun aur khud ko yoga, exercise aur cooking mein busy rakhti hun..." Unhone thodi der ruk kar kaha, "Aur Please mujhe Shilpa ji kehna band karen... aap mujhe Shilpa keh sakte hain."

Maine dekha ki maa ke galon par light blush aa gaya tha. Woh uncle ki taraf dekh bhi nahi rahi thi.

"Theek hai... Shilpa," uncle ne kaha, unki aawaz ekdum soft ho gayi, jaise koi manthar ho. Unhone maa ka naam aise liya jaise woh koi meethi mithai ho.

Maa ne apni najren jhuka li, ek muskurahat unke honton par khel gayi. Woh itni khoobsurat lag rahi thi, itni... available.

Achanak, maa ne uthne ki koshish ki, shayad apne aap ko is situation se nikalna chahti thi. Lekin jaise hi woh uthi, uncle ne instinctively apna haath badhaya aur unki kalai pakad li.

"Ah!" maa ne ek choti si cheekh bhari, balance kho diya, aur sidhe uncle ki god mein gir gayi, unke samne sideways.

Time tham sa gaya. Maa uncle ki god mein thi, unka chehra uncle ke seene ke paas. Uncle ka chehra shock se bhara hua tha, lekin unki aankhein... unki aankhein maa ke boobs par thi, jo ab sirf inches door the unke muh se. Maa ka dupatta beech mein a gaya tha, uncle ke chehre par.

Unhone dheere se dupatta hataaya aur maa ki aankhon mein dekha, guilt ke saath. "Main... maaf karna Shilpa..."

Maa kuch second ke liye stunned si rahi, phir jhat se apna dupatta uncle ke haath se le liya aur unki god se uthti hui boli, "Koi baat nahi."

Lekin main dekh sakta tha ki woh offended thi. Unki aankhein nam thi, chehra laal ho gaya tha. Woh bina kuch kahe kitchen ki taraf chali gayi.

Uncle wahin baithe rahe, phir uth kar maa ke piche-piche bola, "Main maafi chahta hun Shilpa... Shilpa ji... aisa achanak ho gaya... main aisa nahi chahta tha... suniye meri baat..."

Lekin kitchen se koi jawab nahi aaya.

Kuch der baad, uncle ne haath mein sir pakad kar flat se bahar nikal gaye.

Main apne room se bahar aaya. Maa kitchen mein khadi thi, paani ka glass haath mein liye, lekin pee nahi rahi thi. Woh kisi aur duniya mein khoyi hui thi.

"Maa, uncle chale gaye? Main ne pucha.

Maa ne ek jhatke ke saah apna aap ko sambhala. "Haan... haan... unhe... sar dard ho raha tha." Unhone bina mere aankhon mein dekhe jawab diya.

Main kuch nahi bola. Main jaanta tha ki woh jhooth bol rahi hain.

Main upstairs uncle ke flat par gaya. Darwaza khatkhataya. Uncle ne darwaza khola, aur mujhe dekh kar shocked ho gaya. Shayad unhe laga ki maa ne sab kuch bata diya hai.

"Maa ne bataya aapko sar dard hai," maine kaha, unki aankhon mein jhankte hue.

Uncle ka chehra relief se bhar gaya. "Sar dard? Haan... haan... thik ho raha hai... shukriya."

"Theek hai uncle, aap aaraam kijiye," maine kaha aur wapas aa gaya.

Ghar aakar, main soch mein pad gaya. Khel shuru ho chuka tha. Aur main iska hissa banne wala tha.

[[Mom’s diary]]

Aaj kya hua? Main carom khelne baithi, lekin uski nazar... uski nazar toh mere pure badan ko noch rahi thi. Jaise main kapde nahi pehne hu. Pehle toh maine socha ki main uth jaun, lekin fir... usne mera haath pakda. Uska haath itna bada, itna garam... mere haath ko poori tarah apne mein le liya. Main kyun itni bebas mehsoos kar rahi thi? Main kyun hila nahi payi?

Aur phir jab maine uthne ki koshish ki... usne meri kalai pakad li. Main uski god mein gir gayi. Us waqt, uski aankhein... mere seenay par thi. Main itni kareeb thi... main mehsoos kar sakti thi uski saans... uski body ki garmi...

Main dar gayi thi. Haqeeqat mein dar gayi. Kyun ki ek hissa mujhe yeh sab pasand aa raha tha. Ek hissa keh raha tha ki main wahin ruk jaun... uski god mein...

Maine use daanta nahi. Sirf wahan se bhaag aayi. Kyun? Kya main andar se khatarnaak ho rahi hun? Kya Vikram kabhi aise mujhe dekhta? Kabhi aise chhoota? Nahi...

Mujhe lagta hai main apne aap se bhi darr gayi hun.


Maa ki diary ka woh aakhri jumla mere dimaag mein ghoom raha tha... "Mujhe lagta hai main apne aap se bhi darr gayi hun."

Yeh padhkar mere andar ek ajeeb si uljhan paida ho gayi. Main apni hi maa ko ek aurat ki nazar se dekhne laga tha. Woh jo hamesha se meri maa thi, jo mujhe khana deti thi, padhati thi, jisse main har baat share karta tha... aaj woh ek ladki ban chuki thi jo ek ladke ke intezaar mein thi. Ek aise ladke ka jo usse sirf ek jism ki tarah dekhta tha.

Kya yeh meri maa thi? Woh Shilpa jo hamesha itni paka-paki, itni sanskari dikhti thi? Diary ki har line se uski andar ki larai jhalak rahi thi. Uska dar, uska confusion, aur haan... uski chhupi hui iccha bhi. Woh Vinod ke haath ko mehsoos kar rahi thi, uski garmi ko... aur use pasand kar rahi thi.

Mera khada hua l@nd abhi bhi neeche dhadak raha tha. Main apni hi maa ke baare mein aise gande khayal kyun la raha tha? Main kitna ganda insaan tha? Par phir bhi, mere haath apne aap hi neeche chale gaye. Main apne l@nd ko pakad kar dheere-dheere stroke karne laga, jabki meri nazar diary par thi.

Usne meri kalai pakad li. Main uski god mein gir gayi.

Yeh sochkar hi mera jism ek jhatke ke saath mehsoos hua. Maine apni aankhein band kar li aur socha... maa... Vinod ki god mein... uski badi badi thighs par... uski saari uthi hui... uske haath maa ke badan par...

Haan, main ek ganda beta tha. Lekin aaj, main sirf ek aisa mard tha jo apni hi maa ki deewani lage woh tasveerein dekh kar muth maar raha tha.

Maine apni pant ke andar haath daala aur apne garam l@nd ko pakad liya. Ek ajeeb si guilt ke saath, letein sath hi ek maza bhi tha... ek aisa maza jo main pehle kabhi nahi jaanta tha.

Us waqt, uski aankhein... mere seenay par thi.

Maine socha... maa ke boobs... woh laal blouse ke andar... Vinod ke chehre se sirf inches door... agar usne aage badhkar...

Meri hast-maithun ki raftaar tez ho gayi. Main ek jhatke ke saath chilla pada, apna maal nikaal kar. Saara gila-pan mere haathon aur pet par phail gaya.

Main saans lene laga, apne aap se nafrat karte hue. Kya main pagal ho gaya tha? Kya main apni hi maa ke saath aisa kar raha tha?

Lekin phir bhi, ek hissa mujhe bata raha tha ki yeh toh bas shuruat hai. Aage aur bhi kuch hone wala hai. Aur main... main use dekhna chahta tha.

Maine diary ko wapas maa ke drawer mein rakha, exactly usi jagah jahan se uthaya tha. Main nahi chahta tha ki use pata chale ki maine use padha hai. Main is khel ka hissa banna chahta tha... ek silent spectator.

Agle kuch din kuch aisa nahi hua. Uncle hamare ghar nahi aaye. Shayad woh maa ke reaction se darr gaye the. Ya shayad woh strategy change kar rahe the.

Maa bhi kuch zyada hi quiet thi. Woh apne music classes mein busy thi, lekin main notice kar raha tha ki woh baar-baar khidki ki taraf dekhti, jaise koi aane wala ho. Kya woh Vinod ka intezaar kar rahi thi?

Ek din, main ground floor par tha jab maine maa ko Vinod uncle ke saath dekha. Woh building ke gate ke paas khade the. Uncle maa se kuch bol rahe the, shayad phir se maafi maang rahe the.

Maa confident lag rahi thi. Unki aawaz clear thi, "Theek hai Vinod ji, main bhool gayi. Main jaanti hun aapne jaan-bujhkar aisa nahi kiya. Koi hard feelings nahi hain."

Phir achanak maa ne kuch aisa kaha jo sunkar main shocked reh gaya...

"Aur shaam ko coffee ke liye aaiye, Vinod ji."


Kya mainne sahi suna? Maa ne use apne aap bulaya tha? Woh toh keh rahi thi ki woh usse darti hai, aur ab woh use coffee ke liye bula rahi hai?

Uncle ka chehra khushi se chamak utha. "Shukriya Shilpa.....ji...." usne wahi jaadui smile di jo main pehle bhi dekhi thi.

Maa ne bhi muskura kar jawab diya. Woh market ki taraf chali gayi. Uncle ne unki figure ko peeche se dekha, apne hont chatte hue, jaise koi mitha swaad le raha ho. Phir woh upstairs chale gaye.

Maine wahan se hiltay hue socha... khel ab bilkul saaf tha. Maa ne khud hi ise aane ka invitation de diya tha. Aur main... main iska sabse kareeb se witness banne wala tha.

Ghar lautkar maine apna laptop khola aur hidden cameras ke baare mein research karna shuru kar diya. Agar yeh khel hone wala tha, toh main use poori tarah record karna chahta tha. Har ek detail... har ek touch... har ek moan...

Agle din jab maine maa ki diary padhi...

- Usne aaj maafi maangi. Woh itna guilty lag raha tha. Main use maaf kar sakti thi, lekin main jaanti hun ki woh jo karna chahta hai, woh karega. Aur main? Main jaanti hun ki main use rok nahi paungi. Shayad main rokna bhi nahi chahti.

Maine use coffee ke liye bulaya. Kyun? Kya main use signal de rahi hun? Kya main keh rahi hun ki aage badho?

*Hey Bhagwan, yeh jo andar ek aag si lagi hai, yeh kya hai? Main kya ban rahi hun?

Mera l@nd phir se khada ho gaya. Main soch kar hi excited ho gaya. Kya main sach mein apni hi maa ki aisi videos dekh paunga? Kya main use doosre mard ke saath enjoy karte hue dekh paunga?

Yeh sochkar mera dil tez dhadakne laga. Main ek baar phir apne aap ko satisfy karne laga, apni hi maa ki tasveer dimaag mein lekar.

Haan, main jaanta tha ki yeh galat tha. Lekin ab, main use rok nahi sakta tha. Na uncle ko, na maa ko, aur na hi apne aap ko.

Khel shuru ho chuka tha. Aur main iska sabse bada khelwaadi banne wala tha.