15-10-2025, 11:44 PM
Chapter 3 : The Move
Maine apne ghar ke har kamre mein cameras lagane ka faisla kar liya tha. Koi bhi action, koi bhi chhuna-chhupi, main miss nahi karna chahta tha. Mera dil dhadak raha tha, jaise koi badi ghatna hone wali ho.
Maa abhi bhi Vinod uncle ki asliyat se anjaan thi. Usne hi use coffee ke liye bulaya tha. Woh shaam ko lagbhag 6 baje aaya. Main apne room mein college ka kaam kar raha tha. Darwaze ki khatkhatahat sunai di, maa ne darwaza khola, aur uncle seedhe mere room mein aa gaye. Humne kuch der baat cheet ki, phir maa ne hall mein bulaya.
Coffee peete hue, hum wahi baithe rahe, aamne-saamne. Tab maa ne meri chhutti ke baare mein pucha, kyunki use ghar saaf karne mein meri madad chahiye thi.
"Maa, please, main agle 20-25 din tak apne project mein busy hoon. Toh meri madad ki umeed mat kijiye," maine kaha, jaanta hua ki yeh uncle ke liye ek golden opportunity hai.
Yeh sunte hi uncle ne mauka pakad liya. "Main aapki madad kar sakta hoon, Shilpa."
"Shukriya Vinod ji, lekin nahi, yeh theek nahi hoga," maa ne kaha, lekin unki aawaz mein woh conviction nahi thi jo pehle hoti thi.
"Nahi Shilpa, theek hai. Main ise apni Punishment samjhunga," uncle ne kaha, bekhudi mein yeh keh gaya, yeh bhool kar ki main bhi wahin baitha hoon.
"Punishment...? Kis baat ki...?" Maine maa ki taraf dekhte hue pucha.
"Kuch nahi beta..." maa ne topic ko khatam karne ki koshish ki. "Theek hai Vinod ji, maan gaye. Friday ko?" Uncle ne khush hokar sar hila diya. Mujhe samajh nahi aa raha tha ki woh uske saath itni comfortable kaise ho gayi thi.
Main Friday ka intezaar karne laga. Maine apne ghar ke saare cameras check kiye aur confirm kiya ki sab kaam kar rahe hain. Main un sabhi cameras ko uncle ke computer se connect kar chuka tha, jiska use nahi pata tha.
Friday. Subah ke 10 baje. Uncle maa ki madad karne aaye. Maine maa se kaha ki main college ja raha hoon aur shaam ko der se aunga. Usne us din apne music classes cancel kar diye the. Main ghar se nikla, seedha upar gaya aur apni banayi hui chaabi se uncle ka flat khola. Andar jaate hi, maine uska computer start kiya aur cameras check kiye.
Maa kitchen mein thi. Us din usne peeli rang ki salwar-kameez pehni thi, safed dupatte ke saath. Woh ek khubsurat chandni ki tarah chamak rahi thi.
"Main taiyar hoon, Shilpa," uncle ne hall se aawaz di.
"Theek hai Vinod ji, agar madad chahiye toh main bulaungi. Aap TV dekh sakte hain," maa ne kaha aur TV on kar di. Uncle ne maa se request ki ki woh kuch der unke saath baith jayein. Maa baith gayi. TV par ek erotic Bollywood song chal raha tha. Maa sharma rahi thi, lekin phir bhi wahi baithi rahi. Usne uncle ke haath se remote lene ki koshish ki, jise uncle ne mana kar diya. Usne thoda intezaar kiya, phir jhat se remote uncle ke haath se cheen liya aur hansne lagi.
Uncle ne kuch second tak use dekha, phir achanak uski kalai pakad kar mazboot grip mein li aur remote maanga. Woh uski taakat se hairan reh gayi. Usne remote wapas de diya aur uncle ne uska haath chodh diya. Maa apna haath mal rahi thi aur dekha ki uncle ke naakhun ne uski forearm par chot lagayi hai. Uncle ko apni galti ka ehsaas hua aur usne maa ka haath apne haath mein le kar, khoon nikalte hue, use chumna aur choosna shuru kar diya. Maa dard aur sukh dono mein kho gayi. TV par chal rahe gaane ke alawa poore kamre mein silence chhayi hui thi.
Do minute baad maa ko ehsaas hua aur woh uth kar boli, "Main theek hoon Vinod ji..." aur kitchen ki taraf chal di. Woh mere room mein ja kar saaf safai karne lagi. Uncle ne aadha ghanta intezaar kiya, phir uske paas aa gaya. Agle do ghante tak unke beech kuch nahi hua, sirf halki-flirt aur jokes chalti rahi. Maa sirf hans kar jawab de rahi thi.
"Chai ya coffee loge, Vinod ji?" maa ne pucha, apni aawaaz mein ek naya confidence sa mehsoos ho raha tha. Woh kitchen ke sink ke paas khadi thi, haath mein cup saaf karte hue. Usne apni peeth uncle ki taraf kar rakhi thi, jaise koi chunauti de rahi ho.
Uncle ne sofa par apni taange failayi hui thi, uski nazar maa ki figure par gaini hui thi. Usne dheere se jawab diya, "Main... doodh pasand karunga..."
Yeh sunte hi maa ki gardan thodi si tighten hui. Main apne room ke monitor par dekh sakta tha, camera ka angle perfect tha. Uncle ne pehle maa ke boobs ko ghoorta hua dekha, woh peeli kameez ke andar se clearly ubhare hue the. Phir uski nazar upar uthi aur maa ki aankhon mein ghus gayi, "...just kidding, Shilpa... Coffee hi lunga..."
Maa ne slowly mud kar use dekha, ek ajeeb si smile uske honton par thi. "Doodh itna hai nahi, Vinod ji... Humein uske liye intezaam karna hoga..." usne kaha, apni aawaaz mein ek naughtiness ke saath. Main apni seat par aage ho gaya, yeh dekh kar ki meri maa itni openly flirt kar rahi thi. Pehli baar thi maine use aise kisi mard se baat karte dekha.
"Aur main mazaak nahi kar rahi..." maa ne jod kar kaha, apni aankhon ko bhari hui thi mischief se. Usne apni zulfen shoulder se hatai aur coffee ka cup uthaya.
Uncle ki body language change ho gayi. Woh sofa par straight baith gaya, jaise koi alert ho gaya ho. Uski aankhein maa par fixed thi, jaise woh soch raha ho ki kya yeh sach hai ya phir koi nayi game shuru hui hai. Main dekh sakta tha ki uske dimaag mein thoughts race kar rahe the - kya agla step lena chahiye? Kya yeh koi naya signal hai?
Maa kitchen mein chali gayi, lekin darwaze se guzarte hue ek baar peeche mud kar dekha. Woh jaanti thi ki uncle use dekh raha tha. Usne ek aisi look di jaise keh rahi ho "aao na". Uncle ne ek gehri saans li aur uth kar use follow kiya.
Camera ka angle change hua jab woh dono kitchen mein chale gaye. Main apna breathing control karne ki koshish karne laga. Mera dil dhadak raha tha, jaise koi bomb blast hone wala ho.
Woh coffee bana rahi thi, stove ke saamne khadi hui. Uncle uske bagal mein khada tha, uski nazar maa ke haathon par thi jo cup arrange kar rahi thi.
Kuch second baad usne dheere se apna haath badhaya aur us jagah ko chhua jahan uski kalai par chot thi. "Yeh abhi bhi dard de raha hai?" uncle ne pucha, uski aawaaz unusually soft thi.
Maa ne apna haath halka sa kheencha, "Nahi, theek hai." Lekin uncle ne uske haath ko apne haath mein le liya. Uske bade, kaale haath ne maa ke narm, gore haath ko poori tarah cover kar liya.
"Main aapko batata hun kaise massage karna chahiye," uncle ne kaha, apni ungliyon se maa ki kalai ko dheere dheere sahlaate hue. Main dekh sakta tha ki maa ki skin goosebumps se bhar gayi.
Maa ne apna haath suddenly kheencha, "Kya kar rahe hain aap Vinod ji...?" Uski aawaaz mein irritation thi, lekin uski aankhein kuch aur keh rahi thi. Haan, woh uncle ko tease kar rahi thi. Woh is chuhe bille kehl ko khel rahi thi, jaise koi machhli bait daal kar bhaag rahi ho.
Uncle ne haath peeche kheench liya, lekin uski muskurahat bata rahi thi ki woh game samajh gaya hai. "Maaf kijiye, Shilpa. Aapka haath itna narm hai, main bas..."
"Koi baat nahi," maa ne kaha, coffee beans ko grind karte hue. Usne apne hont bite kiye, jaise kuch soch rahi ho.
Jab uncle kitchen se bahar jaane laga, maa ne use rok kar kaha "Doodh nikalo Vinod ji..." Uncle ruk gaya, surprised. Maa ne jod kar kaha, "...fridge se...."
Uncle ki body language suddenly change ho gayi. Main dekh sakta tha ki uski gardan thodi si laal ho gayi. Ye ek tarah ka humiliation tha, jaise koi naukar ko order diya ja raha ho. Usne fridge khola aur doodh ka jar nikaala, maa ki taraf badhate hue.
Maa ne use dekha tak nahi, bas coffee banati rahi. "Wahi rakh dijiye," usne casually kaha, jaise koi mamuli baat ho.
Uncle ne jar table par rakh diya, uski fists thodi si bandh gayi. Main andar se muskuraya - maa ne use apni jagah dikha di thi. Lekin yeh dangerous game thi, jaise koi sher ko chhed rahe ho.
Coffee ke ubalne ki aawaaz aane lagi. Uncle ne ek second ke liye socha, phir achanak se move kiya. Usne maa ko peeche se pakad liya, apni dono baahon se uski waist ko ghera.
Maa ne ek sharp saans li, "Yeh sab mere saath kyun kar rahi ho Shilpa...?" uncle ne uske kaan ke paas se kaha, uski aawaaz low aur dangerous thi.
"Kis baat ki baat kar rahe hain aap Vinod ji...?" maa ne innocent si aawaaz mein pucha, bilkul hile bina. Main notice kar sakta tha ki uski breathing fast ho gayi thi.
Uncle ne himmat karke apni baahon ko tighten kiya, maa ki waist ko apne saath press kiya. Maa ne apna dupatta apni waist par lapet rakha tha aur side mein bandh rakha tha. Uncle ne uske dupatte se khelna shuru kiya, apni ungliyon se uske knot ko touch kiya.
"Yeh dupatta aapko bahut suit karta hai," uncle ne kaha, uski aawaaz mein ek ajeeb sa lust tha.
"Shukriya," maa ne kaha, lekin main dekh sakta tha ki uski ungliyan thodi si kaamp rahi thi.
Achanak uncle ne ek jhatke se dupatta khol diya. Woh zameen par gir gaya. Maa ne ek soft gasp ki, lekin phir bhi woh bilkul still khadi rahi, jaise koi test ho rahi ho.
Uncle ne uske baalon se khelna shuru kiya, apne hont uski gardan ke kareeb laaye. "Aapke baal itne soft hain," usne kaha, apni naak se uski gardan soonghti hue.
Jis position mein woh khada tha, usse use maa ke kameez ke andar se clear view mil raha hoga. Main dekh sakta tha ki uncle ki nazar uske cleavage par fixed thi. Woh itna turned on ho gaya tha ki use apni uTHi hui l@nd ka ehsaas tak nahi tha jo maa ki peeth par point kar rahi thi.
Ab woh khud ko uspar daba raha tha, uski thighs maa ki gaand ko touch kar rahi thi. Woh khud ko control nahi kar pa raha tha aur usne uski gardan ko chuma, uske pet ko kameez ke upar se sahlaate hue.
Maa ki body respond kar rahi thi, main dekh sakta tha. Uske shoulders thode se relax hue, uski gardan peeche ki taraf jhuk gayi. Woh sukh mehsoos kar rahi thi, chahe kitna bhi woh deny kare.
"Coffee.... Vinod ji..." maa ne suddenly uski taraf mudte hue kaha, use coffee ka mug pakdhate hue. Usne apna aap ko control kiya, jaise kuch hua hi nahi ho.
Uncle hosh mein aaya aur use ehsaas hua ki coffee taiyar hai. Usne mug liya, apni ungli maa ki ungliyon ko touch karti hue. "Shukriya, Shilpa," usne kaha, uski aankhein maa ki aankhon mein ghusi hui thi.
Maa ne muskurakar jawab diya, lekin main dekh sakta tha ki uske haath thode kaamp rahe the. Woh game khel rahi thi, lekin ab woh dangerous level par pahunch chuka tha. Aur main jaanta tha ki yeh toh bas shuruat thi.
Maine apna saans rok kar monitor par nazar gadi. Kitchen mein jo ho raha tha, woh ek dangerous dance tha, aur main uss dance ka sabse kareeb ka witness tha. Maa aur Vinod uncle dono coffee ke cups haath mein liye kitchen se bahar nikle. Uncle ke chehre par woh confusion saaf dikh raha tha, jaise koi mathematical equation solve kar raha ho jo bilgalat answer de rahi ho. Maa ki chaal mein ek naya confidence tha, lekin main jaanta tha ki andar se woh bhi utni hi ghabrahi thi.
Woh dono sofa par baith gaye. Maa ne apna cup coffee table par rakh diya aur peen lage. Phir woh uthi aur uncle ke paas gayi. Uncle sofa par apni taange failaye baithe the, aur jaise hi maa ne uski taraf kadam badhaya, maine dekha ki uski aankhein chandni ki tarah chamak uthi. Kya woh soch raha tha ki maa finally surrender karne wali hai?
Maa uncle ke oopar jhuki. Usne apna haath sofa ke armrest par rakh kar apna balance banaya. Uncle ke honton par ek halki si muskurahat thi, jaise woh apni jeet ka intezaar kar raha ho. Usne apne haath uthaye, jaise maa ko apni baahon mein bharne ko taiyar ho.
Haan... haan... aao mere paas, Shilpa... maine socha ki yeh uncle ke thoughts honge.
Lekin tabhi, maa ne aage jhuk kar uncle ka coffee cup uthaaya jo unle side me table par pada tha.
Uncle ke haath maa k hips pe rakhe hue the, aur maa abhi bhi jhuki hui thi. Uska chehra ek pal ke liye blank ho gaya, jaise koi computer suddenly hang ho gaya ho. Phir uski eyebrows ne ek sharp curve liya. Jaise koi bachcha chupi hui mithai pakde jaane par sharma jaye. Maaa straigh khadi ho gyi
"Yeh kya Vinod ji...?" maa ne pucha, apni aawaaz mein ek innocent surprise bhar kar. Lekin main door se bhi dekh sakta tha ki uski aankhon ke kone mein ek chalakta hua mischief chhupa tha. Cheekh gayi na tu, saale... socha kya tha?
"Mujhe laga..." uncle ne kaha, apni aawaaz ko control karne ki koshish karte hue.
"Kya laga aapko?" maa ne seedha sawal kiya, jaise koi teacher bachche se poochh rahi ho.
"Kuch nahi..." uncle ne apna chehra ghuma liya, lekin main dekh sakta tha ki uski gardan thodi si laal ho rahi thi. Usne apne haath jhat se peeche kheench liye.
Maa muskurakar wapas mudi aur kitchen ki taraf chal di. Main apne room mein betha-betha use dekh sakta tha ki woh kitchen mein jaakar sink ke paas khadi hui, aur uske honton par woh cunning smile thi jo sirf tab aati hai jab koi apne opponent ko outsmart kar deta hai. Jeet gayi... abhi ke liye toh jeet gayi... maine socha.
Lekin yeh khel itna aasan nahi tha. Maa wapas aayi toh usne uncle ko ek aisi nazar se dekha jaise keh rahi ho - dekha, main tumse khel sakti hun.
"Kya aap mujhe utha sakte hain taaki main fan saaf kar saku?" maa ne achanak pucha, apni aawaaz ko deliberately soft bana kar.
Yeh sawal sunkar toh main bhi chauk gaya. Pehle usne use itna tease kiya, aur ab woh usse help maang rahi thi? Uncle bhi confused laga. Usne ek second ke liye socha, jaise yeh koi naya trap toh nahi.
"Fan... saaf?" uncle ne pucha, confirm karte hue.
"Haan, woh upar wala," maa ne kaha, apni ungli se ceiling fan ki taraf dikhate hue. "Main aapki madad ke bina nahi pahunch sakti."
Uncle ki aankhein phir se chamak uthi. Ye ek naya mauka tha, aur woh isse haath se jaane nahi dena chahta tha. Woh utha, apni poori height ke saath, jaise koi giant khada ho raha ho. "Bilkul, Shilpa. Main aapki madad karunga."
Maa ne kitchen se ek saaf kapda liya aur fan ke neeche aakar khadi ho gayi. Usne pehle hi tight salwar-kameez pehni thi, aur ab jab woh seedhi khadi thi, toh uski body ke curves bilkul visible the. Main notice kar sakta tha ki uncle ki nazar pehle uski gardan par gayi, phir uski back par, aur phir uski gaand par, jo uski tight salwar mein perfectly shape ho rahi thi.
Uncle ne paas aakar usse ghera. Main dekh sakta tha ki uske haath thode kaamp rahe the jaise usne pehli baar koi precious cheez chhooi ho. Usne apni dono baahon se maa ki waist pakdi. Ek pal ke liye maa ki body stiff ho gayi, jaise koi current si guzar gayi ho. Phir woh relax hui.
"Taiyar?" uncle ne pucha, uski aawaaz thodi ghari hui.
"Haan," maa ne kaha, apni saansen rok kar.
Uncle ne use uthaya. Woh itni aasani se uth gaya jaise woh koi feather ho. Maa ne ek halki si aah bhari, shayad uski taqat se impress hokar. Usne apna ek haath uncle ke shoulder par rakh diya balance ke liye.
"Aap bahot strong hain, Vinod ji," maa ne kaha, apni aawaaz mein genuine surprise ke saath.
"Yeh toh kuch bhi nahi hai," uncle ne kaha, lekin main dekh sakta tha ki uski chest thodi si phool gayi taarif sunkar.
Ab maa uncle ke saamne thi, almost uski chest ke level par. Uncle ka chehra directly uski groin ke samne tha. Main soch hi raha tha ki yeh position kitni intimate hai ki maa ne achanak kuch aisa kaha jo sunkar uncle ki aankhein wide open ho gayi.
"Woman on top... hai na, Vinod?" maa ne kaha, apni aawaaz mein ek ajeeb sa mix tha - innocence bhi tha aur flirtation bhi.
Uncle ne ek second ke liye socha, phir uski aankhein chamak uthi. Usne realize kiya ki maa ne finally usse "Vinod" keh kar pukara, "Vinod ji" nahi. Ye ek victory thi uske liye.
"Haan... bilkul," uncle ne kaha, apni aawaaz deliberately slow karte hue.
Tabhi achanak uncle ne apna chehra aage kiya aur apna naak maa ki lower stomach par ragad di.
Maa ki body ek dum se tense ho gayi. "Hehehe... arre... Vinod..." usne hasna shuru kar diya. "Wahaan... gudgudi hoti hai..."
Lekin uncle ne nahi suna. Usne phir se wahi kiya, aur maa zor se hasne lagi. Uska haath uncle ke shoulder par tight ho gaya. "Ruko... hehe... bas karo..."
Lekin uncle isse enjoy kar raha tha. Usne phir se kiya, aur maa ki hasti poori building mein sunai de sakti thi. Main andar se muskuraya - yeh wohi maa thi jo kal tak itni serious aur sanskari thi?
"Achha... ab... hehe... mujhe neeche utaro..." maa ne haanpte hue kaha.
Uncle ne use dheere-dheere neeche utarna shuru kiya. Lekin woh ruk gaya jab maa ke boobs exactly uske chehre ke samne aaye. Ek pal ke liye time tham sa gaya. Uncle ki nazar directly maa ke chest par thi, jo uski tight kameez mein clearly ubhare hue the.
Maa ki hasti ruk gayi. Usne apna saans rok kar dekha ki uncle kya karne wala hai.
Uncle ne dheere se apna chehra aage kiya aur apna hont maa ke left boob par ragad diya. Ek second ke liye, maine socha ki woh use choom lega, lekin usne bas apni zaban se halka sa touch kiya, jaise koi ice cream taste kar raha ho.
Maa ki body ek jhatke se hil gayi. "Ah!" usne ek sharp sound nikali.
Phir uncle ne use completely neeche utaar diya. Maa zameen par khadi thi, lekin uski aankhein band thi, jaise woh abhi bhi uss feeling ko mehsoos kar rahi ho. Uske gaal laal the, aur aankhon ke kone mein chhoti si waterline thi - ya toh hasti ki wajah se ya phir excitement ki wajah se.
Usne kuch second baad apni aankhein kholi, apne kapon ko check kiya, aur phir uncle ke samne khadi ho gayi.
"Hume fan saaf karna hai Vinod," usne kaha, apni aawaaz ko normal karne ki koshish karte hue.
Uncle ne maa ko pakada kar ghumaya, aur us phir se uthaya, is baar peeche se. Main dekh sakta tha ki is position mein uski nazar directly maa ki gaand par thi, jo uski salwar mein tightly wrap hui thi. Usne apni ungliyon se halka sa pressure diya, aur maa ki body respond ki.
Maa ne fan saaf karna shuru kar diya. Kuch second tak koi baat nahi hui. Phir achanak maa ne apni gardan ghuma kar peeche dekha. Uski nazar neeche, uncle par padi, aur phir usne apni gaand ko halka sa hilaaya - bilkul is tarah jaise koi dance kar raha ho.
Oh my god... maine andar se gasp kiya. Yeh kya kar rahi hai?
Uncle ki eyebrows upar uthi, lekin woh kuch nahi bola. Usne bas apni ungliyon ka pressure thoda badhaya.
"Ho gya... Vinod," kuch der baad maa ne kaha. "Ab aap mujhe neeche utaar sakte hain."
Uncle ne use dheere-dheere neeche utarna shuru kiya. Lekin is baar, jaise hi woh zameen par utri, uncle ne uski waist pakad kar rakhi. Maa ki peeth abhi bhi uncle ke saamne thi.
Main dekh sakta tha ki uncle ke haath dheere-dheere upar sarak rahe the. Woh uski waist se upar gaye, uski back par, aur ruk gaye jab uski haathelian exactly maa ke boobs ko cover karne lagi.
Maa ki body ek dum still ho gayi. Usne apna saans rok kar mehsoos kiya ki kya ho raha hai.
"Shukriya Vinod..." maa ne kaha, aur aage badhne ki koshish ki.
Lekin tabhi achanak uncle ne use roka. Usne apne dono haathon se uske boobs pakad liye, through the kameez.
"Aaaahhhh ... Vinod...." maa ne haanpte hue kaha, uski aawaaz mein surprise tha, lekin resistance nahi.
Uncle ne uske boobs ko masaalna shuru kar diya. Main dekh sakta tha ki uski ungliyan uske soft flesh mein doob rahi thi. Maa ki saansen tez ho gayi, uski chest upar neeche horahi thi.
Uncle ne jawab nahi diya. Usne apna ek haath use chodh kar uske baalon tak gaya. Usne uske soft hair ko apni ungliyon mein liya, aur phir ek jhatke se peeche kheench liya.
Maa ki gardan suddenly peeche ko gayi. "Ah!" usne ek sharp sound nikali.
Ab uncle ka ek haath uski chhaati par tha, kasar ke saath use ghoon raha tha. Main dekh sakta tha ki maa ki nipples through the kameez hard ho rahi thi.
Uncle ne apna chehra aage kiya aur uske gaal par, uske honton ke kareeb, chuma. Phir usne apni zaban se ek lambi lakeer kheechi, uske soft skin par.
Maa ne apna sar halka sa door kiya, "Vinod... please... bahut kaam baaki hai..." lekin uski aawaaz haanp rahi thi, saans chadh rahi thi.
"Tum itni khoobsurat ho, Shilpa..." uncle ne kaha, phir se uske gaal ko chaate hue.
Maa ne finally kuch himmat karke use door dhakela. "Bas..." usne kaha, haath ki peeth se apna gaal ponchte hue. "Ek daam Jaanwar ho tum...."
Lekin uski aankhein uncle ko dekh rahi thi, aur unmein ek ajeeb si spark thi - sharam bhi thi, lekin excitement bhi. Usne apna kameez theek kiya, jisse bra ka strap clearly dikh raha tha, aur apne boobs ko halka sa masaala. "Ktni berehmi se rage hain..." usne phir se kaha, jaise apne aap ko convince kar rahi ho. Uski aankhein nam thi.
Uncle muskuraaya. "Lunchtime ho gaya hai... darling"
Maa ne use ek aisi nazar se dekha jo pehle kabhi nahi dekhi thi. Woh thodi der silent rahi, jaise koi decision le rahi ho.
"Abhi kahaan?..." aakhir kar usne kaha, apni aawaaz mein woh naughtiness wapas laate hue. "Kuch kaam toh karo....."
Usne aakhri shabd ko specially emphasize kiya, aur bathroom ki taraf jaate hue uncle ko wink kiya. Woh andar gayi aur darwaza band kar liya.
Main apne room mein betha, apna saans le raha tha. Ye khel ab bilkul dangerous level par pahunch chuka tha. Aur main jaanta tha ki yeh toh bas shuruat hai.
Maine apne ghar ke har kamre mein cameras lagane ka faisla kar liya tha. Koi bhi action, koi bhi chhuna-chhupi, main miss nahi karna chahta tha. Mera dil dhadak raha tha, jaise koi badi ghatna hone wali ho.
Maa abhi bhi Vinod uncle ki asliyat se anjaan thi. Usne hi use coffee ke liye bulaya tha. Woh shaam ko lagbhag 6 baje aaya. Main apne room mein college ka kaam kar raha tha. Darwaze ki khatkhatahat sunai di, maa ne darwaza khola, aur uncle seedhe mere room mein aa gaye. Humne kuch der baat cheet ki, phir maa ne hall mein bulaya.
Coffee peete hue, hum wahi baithe rahe, aamne-saamne. Tab maa ne meri chhutti ke baare mein pucha, kyunki use ghar saaf karne mein meri madad chahiye thi.
"Maa, please, main agle 20-25 din tak apne project mein busy hoon. Toh meri madad ki umeed mat kijiye," maine kaha, jaanta hua ki yeh uncle ke liye ek golden opportunity hai.
Yeh sunte hi uncle ne mauka pakad liya. "Main aapki madad kar sakta hoon, Shilpa."
"Shukriya Vinod ji, lekin nahi, yeh theek nahi hoga," maa ne kaha, lekin unki aawaz mein woh conviction nahi thi jo pehle hoti thi.
"Nahi Shilpa, theek hai. Main ise apni Punishment samjhunga," uncle ne kaha, bekhudi mein yeh keh gaya, yeh bhool kar ki main bhi wahin baitha hoon.
"Punishment...? Kis baat ki...?" Maine maa ki taraf dekhte hue pucha.
"Kuch nahi beta..." maa ne topic ko khatam karne ki koshish ki. "Theek hai Vinod ji, maan gaye. Friday ko?" Uncle ne khush hokar sar hila diya. Mujhe samajh nahi aa raha tha ki woh uske saath itni comfortable kaise ho gayi thi.
Main Friday ka intezaar karne laga. Maine apne ghar ke saare cameras check kiye aur confirm kiya ki sab kaam kar rahe hain. Main un sabhi cameras ko uncle ke computer se connect kar chuka tha, jiska use nahi pata tha.
Friday. Subah ke 10 baje. Uncle maa ki madad karne aaye. Maine maa se kaha ki main college ja raha hoon aur shaam ko der se aunga. Usne us din apne music classes cancel kar diye the. Main ghar se nikla, seedha upar gaya aur apni banayi hui chaabi se uncle ka flat khola. Andar jaate hi, maine uska computer start kiya aur cameras check kiye.
Maa kitchen mein thi. Us din usne peeli rang ki salwar-kameez pehni thi, safed dupatte ke saath. Woh ek khubsurat chandni ki tarah chamak rahi thi.
"Main taiyar hoon, Shilpa," uncle ne hall se aawaz di.
"Theek hai Vinod ji, agar madad chahiye toh main bulaungi. Aap TV dekh sakte hain," maa ne kaha aur TV on kar di. Uncle ne maa se request ki ki woh kuch der unke saath baith jayein. Maa baith gayi. TV par ek erotic Bollywood song chal raha tha. Maa sharma rahi thi, lekin phir bhi wahi baithi rahi. Usne uncle ke haath se remote lene ki koshish ki, jise uncle ne mana kar diya. Usne thoda intezaar kiya, phir jhat se remote uncle ke haath se cheen liya aur hansne lagi.
Uncle ne kuch second tak use dekha, phir achanak uski kalai pakad kar mazboot grip mein li aur remote maanga. Woh uski taakat se hairan reh gayi. Usne remote wapas de diya aur uncle ne uska haath chodh diya. Maa apna haath mal rahi thi aur dekha ki uncle ke naakhun ne uski forearm par chot lagayi hai. Uncle ko apni galti ka ehsaas hua aur usne maa ka haath apne haath mein le kar, khoon nikalte hue, use chumna aur choosna shuru kar diya. Maa dard aur sukh dono mein kho gayi. TV par chal rahe gaane ke alawa poore kamre mein silence chhayi hui thi.
Do minute baad maa ko ehsaas hua aur woh uth kar boli, "Main theek hoon Vinod ji..." aur kitchen ki taraf chal di. Woh mere room mein ja kar saaf safai karne lagi. Uncle ne aadha ghanta intezaar kiya, phir uske paas aa gaya. Agle do ghante tak unke beech kuch nahi hua, sirf halki-flirt aur jokes chalti rahi. Maa sirf hans kar jawab de rahi thi.
"Chai ya coffee loge, Vinod ji?" maa ne pucha, apni aawaaz mein ek naya confidence sa mehsoos ho raha tha. Woh kitchen ke sink ke paas khadi thi, haath mein cup saaf karte hue. Usne apni peeth uncle ki taraf kar rakhi thi, jaise koi chunauti de rahi ho.
Uncle ne sofa par apni taange failayi hui thi, uski nazar maa ki figure par gaini hui thi. Usne dheere se jawab diya, "Main... doodh pasand karunga..."
Yeh sunte hi maa ki gardan thodi si tighten hui. Main apne room ke monitor par dekh sakta tha, camera ka angle perfect tha. Uncle ne pehle maa ke boobs ko ghoorta hua dekha, woh peeli kameez ke andar se clearly ubhare hue the. Phir uski nazar upar uthi aur maa ki aankhon mein ghus gayi, "...just kidding, Shilpa... Coffee hi lunga..."
Maa ne slowly mud kar use dekha, ek ajeeb si smile uske honton par thi. "Doodh itna hai nahi, Vinod ji... Humein uske liye intezaam karna hoga..." usne kaha, apni aawaaz mein ek naughtiness ke saath. Main apni seat par aage ho gaya, yeh dekh kar ki meri maa itni openly flirt kar rahi thi. Pehli baar thi maine use aise kisi mard se baat karte dekha.
"Aur main mazaak nahi kar rahi..." maa ne jod kar kaha, apni aankhon ko bhari hui thi mischief se. Usne apni zulfen shoulder se hatai aur coffee ka cup uthaya.
Uncle ki body language change ho gayi. Woh sofa par straight baith gaya, jaise koi alert ho gaya ho. Uski aankhein maa par fixed thi, jaise woh soch raha ho ki kya yeh sach hai ya phir koi nayi game shuru hui hai. Main dekh sakta tha ki uske dimaag mein thoughts race kar rahe the - kya agla step lena chahiye? Kya yeh koi naya signal hai?
Maa kitchen mein chali gayi, lekin darwaze se guzarte hue ek baar peeche mud kar dekha. Woh jaanti thi ki uncle use dekh raha tha. Usne ek aisi look di jaise keh rahi ho "aao na". Uncle ne ek gehri saans li aur uth kar use follow kiya.
Camera ka angle change hua jab woh dono kitchen mein chale gaye. Main apna breathing control karne ki koshish karne laga. Mera dil dhadak raha tha, jaise koi bomb blast hone wala ho.
Woh coffee bana rahi thi, stove ke saamne khadi hui. Uncle uske bagal mein khada tha, uski nazar maa ke haathon par thi jo cup arrange kar rahi thi.
Kuch second baad usne dheere se apna haath badhaya aur us jagah ko chhua jahan uski kalai par chot thi. "Yeh abhi bhi dard de raha hai?" uncle ne pucha, uski aawaaz unusually soft thi.
Maa ne apna haath halka sa kheencha, "Nahi, theek hai." Lekin uncle ne uske haath ko apne haath mein le liya. Uske bade, kaale haath ne maa ke narm, gore haath ko poori tarah cover kar liya.
"Main aapko batata hun kaise massage karna chahiye," uncle ne kaha, apni ungliyon se maa ki kalai ko dheere dheere sahlaate hue. Main dekh sakta tha ki maa ki skin goosebumps se bhar gayi.
Maa ne apna haath suddenly kheencha, "Kya kar rahe hain aap Vinod ji...?" Uski aawaaz mein irritation thi, lekin uski aankhein kuch aur keh rahi thi. Haan, woh uncle ko tease kar rahi thi. Woh is chuhe bille kehl ko khel rahi thi, jaise koi machhli bait daal kar bhaag rahi ho.
Uncle ne haath peeche kheench liya, lekin uski muskurahat bata rahi thi ki woh game samajh gaya hai. "Maaf kijiye, Shilpa. Aapka haath itna narm hai, main bas..."
"Koi baat nahi," maa ne kaha, coffee beans ko grind karte hue. Usne apne hont bite kiye, jaise kuch soch rahi ho.
Jab uncle kitchen se bahar jaane laga, maa ne use rok kar kaha "Doodh nikalo Vinod ji..." Uncle ruk gaya, surprised. Maa ne jod kar kaha, "...fridge se...."
Uncle ki body language suddenly change ho gayi. Main dekh sakta tha ki uski gardan thodi si laal ho gayi. Ye ek tarah ka humiliation tha, jaise koi naukar ko order diya ja raha ho. Usne fridge khola aur doodh ka jar nikaala, maa ki taraf badhate hue.
Maa ne use dekha tak nahi, bas coffee banati rahi. "Wahi rakh dijiye," usne casually kaha, jaise koi mamuli baat ho.
Uncle ne jar table par rakh diya, uski fists thodi si bandh gayi. Main andar se muskuraya - maa ne use apni jagah dikha di thi. Lekin yeh dangerous game thi, jaise koi sher ko chhed rahe ho.
Coffee ke ubalne ki aawaaz aane lagi. Uncle ne ek second ke liye socha, phir achanak se move kiya. Usne maa ko peeche se pakad liya, apni dono baahon se uski waist ko ghera.
Maa ne ek sharp saans li, "Yeh sab mere saath kyun kar rahi ho Shilpa...?" uncle ne uske kaan ke paas se kaha, uski aawaaz low aur dangerous thi.
"Kis baat ki baat kar rahe hain aap Vinod ji...?" maa ne innocent si aawaaz mein pucha, bilkul hile bina. Main notice kar sakta tha ki uski breathing fast ho gayi thi.
Uncle ne himmat karke apni baahon ko tighten kiya, maa ki waist ko apne saath press kiya. Maa ne apna dupatta apni waist par lapet rakha tha aur side mein bandh rakha tha. Uncle ne uske dupatte se khelna shuru kiya, apni ungliyon se uske knot ko touch kiya.
"Yeh dupatta aapko bahut suit karta hai," uncle ne kaha, uski aawaaz mein ek ajeeb sa lust tha.
"Shukriya," maa ne kaha, lekin main dekh sakta tha ki uski ungliyan thodi si kaamp rahi thi.
Achanak uncle ne ek jhatke se dupatta khol diya. Woh zameen par gir gaya. Maa ne ek soft gasp ki, lekin phir bhi woh bilkul still khadi rahi, jaise koi test ho rahi ho.
Uncle ne uske baalon se khelna shuru kiya, apne hont uski gardan ke kareeb laaye. "Aapke baal itne soft hain," usne kaha, apni naak se uski gardan soonghti hue.
Jis position mein woh khada tha, usse use maa ke kameez ke andar se clear view mil raha hoga. Main dekh sakta tha ki uncle ki nazar uske cleavage par fixed thi. Woh itna turned on ho gaya tha ki use apni uTHi hui l@nd ka ehsaas tak nahi tha jo maa ki peeth par point kar rahi thi.
Ab woh khud ko uspar daba raha tha, uski thighs maa ki gaand ko touch kar rahi thi. Woh khud ko control nahi kar pa raha tha aur usne uski gardan ko chuma, uske pet ko kameez ke upar se sahlaate hue.
Maa ki body respond kar rahi thi, main dekh sakta tha. Uske shoulders thode se relax hue, uski gardan peeche ki taraf jhuk gayi. Woh sukh mehsoos kar rahi thi, chahe kitna bhi woh deny kare.
"Coffee.... Vinod ji..." maa ne suddenly uski taraf mudte hue kaha, use coffee ka mug pakdhate hue. Usne apna aap ko control kiya, jaise kuch hua hi nahi ho.
Uncle hosh mein aaya aur use ehsaas hua ki coffee taiyar hai. Usne mug liya, apni ungli maa ki ungliyon ko touch karti hue. "Shukriya, Shilpa," usne kaha, uski aankhein maa ki aankhon mein ghusi hui thi.
Maa ne muskurakar jawab diya, lekin main dekh sakta tha ki uske haath thode kaamp rahe the. Woh game khel rahi thi, lekin ab woh dangerous level par pahunch chuka tha. Aur main jaanta tha ki yeh toh bas shuruat thi.
Maine apna saans rok kar monitor par nazar gadi. Kitchen mein jo ho raha tha, woh ek dangerous dance tha, aur main uss dance ka sabse kareeb ka witness tha. Maa aur Vinod uncle dono coffee ke cups haath mein liye kitchen se bahar nikle. Uncle ke chehre par woh confusion saaf dikh raha tha, jaise koi mathematical equation solve kar raha ho jo bilgalat answer de rahi ho. Maa ki chaal mein ek naya confidence tha, lekin main jaanta tha ki andar se woh bhi utni hi ghabrahi thi.
Woh dono sofa par baith gaye. Maa ne apna cup coffee table par rakh diya aur peen lage. Phir woh uthi aur uncle ke paas gayi. Uncle sofa par apni taange failaye baithe the, aur jaise hi maa ne uski taraf kadam badhaya, maine dekha ki uski aankhein chandni ki tarah chamak uthi. Kya woh soch raha tha ki maa finally surrender karne wali hai?
Maa uncle ke oopar jhuki. Usne apna haath sofa ke armrest par rakh kar apna balance banaya. Uncle ke honton par ek halki si muskurahat thi, jaise woh apni jeet ka intezaar kar raha ho. Usne apne haath uthaye, jaise maa ko apni baahon mein bharne ko taiyar ho.
Haan... haan... aao mere paas, Shilpa... maine socha ki yeh uncle ke thoughts honge.
Lekin tabhi, maa ne aage jhuk kar uncle ka coffee cup uthaaya jo unle side me table par pada tha.
Uncle ke haath maa k hips pe rakhe hue the, aur maa abhi bhi jhuki hui thi. Uska chehra ek pal ke liye blank ho gaya, jaise koi computer suddenly hang ho gaya ho. Phir uski eyebrows ne ek sharp curve liya. Jaise koi bachcha chupi hui mithai pakde jaane par sharma jaye. Maaa straigh khadi ho gyi
"Yeh kya Vinod ji...?" maa ne pucha, apni aawaaz mein ek innocent surprise bhar kar. Lekin main door se bhi dekh sakta tha ki uski aankhon ke kone mein ek chalakta hua mischief chhupa tha. Cheekh gayi na tu, saale... socha kya tha?
"Mujhe laga..." uncle ne kaha, apni aawaaz ko control karne ki koshish karte hue.
"Kya laga aapko?" maa ne seedha sawal kiya, jaise koi teacher bachche se poochh rahi ho.
"Kuch nahi..." uncle ne apna chehra ghuma liya, lekin main dekh sakta tha ki uski gardan thodi si laal ho rahi thi. Usne apne haath jhat se peeche kheench liye.
Maa muskurakar wapas mudi aur kitchen ki taraf chal di. Main apne room mein betha-betha use dekh sakta tha ki woh kitchen mein jaakar sink ke paas khadi hui, aur uske honton par woh cunning smile thi jo sirf tab aati hai jab koi apne opponent ko outsmart kar deta hai. Jeet gayi... abhi ke liye toh jeet gayi... maine socha.
Lekin yeh khel itna aasan nahi tha. Maa wapas aayi toh usne uncle ko ek aisi nazar se dekha jaise keh rahi ho - dekha, main tumse khel sakti hun.
"Kya aap mujhe utha sakte hain taaki main fan saaf kar saku?" maa ne achanak pucha, apni aawaaz ko deliberately soft bana kar.
Yeh sawal sunkar toh main bhi chauk gaya. Pehle usne use itna tease kiya, aur ab woh usse help maang rahi thi? Uncle bhi confused laga. Usne ek second ke liye socha, jaise yeh koi naya trap toh nahi.
"Fan... saaf?" uncle ne pucha, confirm karte hue.
"Haan, woh upar wala," maa ne kaha, apni ungli se ceiling fan ki taraf dikhate hue. "Main aapki madad ke bina nahi pahunch sakti."
Uncle ki aankhein phir se chamak uthi. Ye ek naya mauka tha, aur woh isse haath se jaane nahi dena chahta tha. Woh utha, apni poori height ke saath, jaise koi giant khada ho raha ho. "Bilkul, Shilpa. Main aapki madad karunga."
Maa ne kitchen se ek saaf kapda liya aur fan ke neeche aakar khadi ho gayi. Usne pehle hi tight salwar-kameez pehni thi, aur ab jab woh seedhi khadi thi, toh uski body ke curves bilkul visible the. Main notice kar sakta tha ki uncle ki nazar pehle uski gardan par gayi, phir uski back par, aur phir uski gaand par, jo uski tight salwar mein perfectly shape ho rahi thi.
Uncle ne paas aakar usse ghera. Main dekh sakta tha ki uske haath thode kaamp rahe the jaise usne pehli baar koi precious cheez chhooi ho. Usne apni dono baahon se maa ki waist pakdi. Ek pal ke liye maa ki body stiff ho gayi, jaise koi current si guzar gayi ho. Phir woh relax hui.
"Taiyar?" uncle ne pucha, uski aawaaz thodi ghari hui.
"Haan," maa ne kaha, apni saansen rok kar.
Uncle ne use uthaya. Woh itni aasani se uth gaya jaise woh koi feather ho. Maa ne ek halki si aah bhari, shayad uski taqat se impress hokar. Usne apna ek haath uncle ke shoulder par rakh diya balance ke liye.
"Aap bahot strong hain, Vinod ji," maa ne kaha, apni aawaaz mein genuine surprise ke saath.
"Yeh toh kuch bhi nahi hai," uncle ne kaha, lekin main dekh sakta tha ki uski chest thodi si phool gayi taarif sunkar.
Ab maa uncle ke saamne thi, almost uski chest ke level par. Uncle ka chehra directly uski groin ke samne tha. Main soch hi raha tha ki yeh position kitni intimate hai ki maa ne achanak kuch aisa kaha jo sunkar uncle ki aankhein wide open ho gayi.
"Woman on top... hai na, Vinod?" maa ne kaha, apni aawaaz mein ek ajeeb sa mix tha - innocence bhi tha aur flirtation bhi.
Uncle ne ek second ke liye socha, phir uski aankhein chamak uthi. Usne realize kiya ki maa ne finally usse "Vinod" keh kar pukara, "Vinod ji" nahi. Ye ek victory thi uske liye.
"Haan... bilkul," uncle ne kaha, apni aawaaz deliberately slow karte hue.
Tabhi achanak uncle ne apna chehra aage kiya aur apna naak maa ki lower stomach par ragad di.
Maa ki body ek dum se tense ho gayi. "Hehehe... arre... Vinod..." usne hasna shuru kar diya. "Wahaan... gudgudi hoti hai..."
Lekin uncle ne nahi suna. Usne phir se wahi kiya, aur maa zor se hasne lagi. Uska haath uncle ke shoulder par tight ho gaya. "Ruko... hehe... bas karo..."
Lekin uncle isse enjoy kar raha tha. Usne phir se kiya, aur maa ki hasti poori building mein sunai de sakti thi. Main andar se muskuraya - yeh wohi maa thi jo kal tak itni serious aur sanskari thi?
"Achha... ab... hehe... mujhe neeche utaro..." maa ne haanpte hue kaha.
Uncle ne use dheere-dheere neeche utarna shuru kiya. Lekin woh ruk gaya jab maa ke boobs exactly uske chehre ke samne aaye. Ek pal ke liye time tham sa gaya. Uncle ki nazar directly maa ke chest par thi, jo uski tight kameez mein clearly ubhare hue the.
Maa ki hasti ruk gayi. Usne apna saans rok kar dekha ki uncle kya karne wala hai.
Uncle ne dheere se apna chehra aage kiya aur apna hont maa ke left boob par ragad diya. Ek second ke liye, maine socha ki woh use choom lega, lekin usne bas apni zaban se halka sa touch kiya, jaise koi ice cream taste kar raha ho.
Maa ki body ek jhatke se hil gayi. "Ah!" usne ek sharp sound nikali.
Phir uncle ne use completely neeche utaar diya. Maa zameen par khadi thi, lekin uski aankhein band thi, jaise woh abhi bhi uss feeling ko mehsoos kar rahi ho. Uske gaal laal the, aur aankhon ke kone mein chhoti si waterline thi - ya toh hasti ki wajah se ya phir excitement ki wajah se.
Usne kuch second baad apni aankhein kholi, apne kapon ko check kiya, aur phir uncle ke samne khadi ho gayi.
"Hume fan saaf karna hai Vinod," usne kaha, apni aawaaz ko normal karne ki koshish karte hue.
Uncle ne maa ko pakada kar ghumaya, aur us phir se uthaya, is baar peeche se. Main dekh sakta tha ki is position mein uski nazar directly maa ki gaand par thi, jo uski salwar mein tightly wrap hui thi. Usne apni ungliyon se halka sa pressure diya, aur maa ki body respond ki.
Maa ne fan saaf karna shuru kar diya. Kuch second tak koi baat nahi hui. Phir achanak maa ne apni gardan ghuma kar peeche dekha. Uski nazar neeche, uncle par padi, aur phir usne apni gaand ko halka sa hilaaya - bilkul is tarah jaise koi dance kar raha ho.
Oh my god... maine andar se gasp kiya. Yeh kya kar rahi hai?
Uncle ki eyebrows upar uthi, lekin woh kuch nahi bola. Usne bas apni ungliyon ka pressure thoda badhaya.
"Ho gya... Vinod," kuch der baad maa ne kaha. "Ab aap mujhe neeche utaar sakte hain."
Uncle ne use dheere-dheere neeche utarna shuru kiya. Lekin is baar, jaise hi woh zameen par utri, uncle ne uski waist pakad kar rakhi. Maa ki peeth abhi bhi uncle ke saamne thi.
Main dekh sakta tha ki uncle ke haath dheere-dheere upar sarak rahe the. Woh uski waist se upar gaye, uski back par, aur ruk gaye jab uski haathelian exactly maa ke boobs ko cover karne lagi.
Maa ki body ek dum still ho gayi. Usne apna saans rok kar mehsoos kiya ki kya ho raha hai.
"Shukriya Vinod..." maa ne kaha, aur aage badhne ki koshish ki.
Lekin tabhi achanak uncle ne use roka. Usne apne dono haathon se uske boobs pakad liye, through the kameez.
"Aaaahhhh ... Vinod...." maa ne haanpte hue kaha, uski aawaaz mein surprise tha, lekin resistance nahi.
Uncle ne uske boobs ko masaalna shuru kar diya. Main dekh sakta tha ki uski ungliyan uske soft flesh mein doob rahi thi. Maa ki saansen tez ho gayi, uski chest upar neeche horahi thi.
Uncle ne jawab nahi diya. Usne apna ek haath use chodh kar uske baalon tak gaya. Usne uske soft hair ko apni ungliyon mein liya, aur phir ek jhatke se peeche kheench liya.
Maa ki gardan suddenly peeche ko gayi. "Ah!" usne ek sharp sound nikali.
Ab uncle ka ek haath uski chhaati par tha, kasar ke saath use ghoon raha tha. Main dekh sakta tha ki maa ki nipples through the kameez hard ho rahi thi.
Uncle ne apna chehra aage kiya aur uske gaal par, uske honton ke kareeb, chuma. Phir usne apni zaban se ek lambi lakeer kheechi, uske soft skin par.
Maa ne apna sar halka sa door kiya, "Vinod... please... bahut kaam baaki hai..." lekin uski aawaaz haanp rahi thi, saans chadh rahi thi.
"Tum itni khoobsurat ho, Shilpa..." uncle ne kaha, phir se uske gaal ko chaate hue.
Maa ne finally kuch himmat karke use door dhakela. "Bas..." usne kaha, haath ki peeth se apna gaal ponchte hue. "Ek daam Jaanwar ho tum...."
Lekin uski aankhein uncle ko dekh rahi thi, aur unmein ek ajeeb si spark thi - sharam bhi thi, lekin excitement bhi. Usne apna kameez theek kiya, jisse bra ka strap clearly dikh raha tha, aur apne boobs ko halka sa masaala. "Ktni berehmi se rage hain..." usne phir se kaha, jaise apne aap ko convince kar rahi ho. Uski aankhein nam thi.
Uncle muskuraaya. "Lunchtime ho gaya hai... darling"
Maa ne use ek aisi nazar se dekha jo pehle kabhi nahi dekhi thi. Woh thodi der silent rahi, jaise koi decision le rahi ho.
"Abhi kahaan?..." aakhir kar usne kaha, apni aawaaz mein woh naughtiness wapas laate hue. "Kuch kaam toh karo....."
Usne aakhri shabd ko specially emphasize kiya, aur bathroom ki taraf jaate hue uncle ko wink kiya. Woh andar gayi aur darwaza band kar liya.
Main apne room mein betha, apna saans le raha tha. Ye khel ab bilkul dangerous level par pahunch chuka tha. Aur main jaanta tha ki yeh toh bas shuruat hai.
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