20-10-2025, 12:48 AM
Mukesh ke hips Maa ke mote pichhwade mein slam karte rahe, uska bada ling uske gand ke chhed mein aur bahar ek relentless rhythm ke saath doobta hua, geele thappadon ki awaaz Mumbai ke resort suite mein goonjti hui. Uske gaal wildly jhoolte hue, har gehre thrust ke saath waves ki tarah ripple karte hue, uska dheela chhed use bas itna pakadta hua ki woh siskari bharne laga, rim gulabi aur slick kheenchta hua, uske ras aur uske precum ke mix se tapakta hua.
Bistar unke wazan ke neeche charkhata hua, headboard deewar par tap karta hua, aur khuli khidki se aati samundari hawa unke gande kaam ke garmi ko thanda karne mein bahut kam kaam aayi. Meri aankhein balcony perch se is scene par chipki hui thi, parde Maa ke besharm samarpan ko frame karte hue—uska jism arched, stann jhoolte hue, chehra anand-dard mein twisted jab woh har inch leti thi.
Usse pehle ki usne Maa ka phone uthaya us damning video ko Papa ko bhejne ke liye, Mukesh ne thodi der ke liye roka, uska ling uski gand mein dabaya hua, screen check karta hua. Uski ungli ne deliberately swipe kiya, confirm karta hua ki WhatsApp message “Anil”—Papa ke contact name—tak chala gaya, uske ling ke Maa ke gand ke chhed ko kheenchne ka video ke saath, uski siskariyaan aur gapes high definition mein capture kiye hue.
Usne smirk kiya, uski aankhon mein ek cruel glint, jaan kar ki yeh kitna tabahi machayega. Phir, ek casual toss ke saath, usne phone bistar par rakha, Maa ke ghutno ke bagal mein, jahan yeh uske betrayal ka ek chup saakshi ban gaya. Uske hath uske bade gand ke gaalon par wapas aaye, unhe zor se pakadte hue, ungaliyan naram maans mein dhansati hui, unhe aur chawda failate hue uske gaping chhed ko expose karne ke liye jab usne aur zor se chodna shuru kiya, uske balls har thrust ke saath uski yoni par thappad maarte hue.
Khidki se, mujhe pata tha yeh Maa aur Papa ki shaadi ka ant tha. Woh video—Maa ka gand ka chhed Mukesh ka ling leta hua, uski siskariyaan aur ke liye bheek mangti hui—Papa ke nazuk dil ko tod dega, jo pehle hi kal ke darr se kamzor tha. Divorce ab unavoidable tha; koi chance nahi woh apni patni ke randi wale transformation ko unsee kar sake, uska jism unke marital bed ke saaye mein defiled.
Mera hath mere ling par tezi se chala, zor se muth maarta hua, precum meri hatheli ko slick karta hua jab maine Papa ke us video ko kholne ki tasavvur ki, uska chehra bikhar jata hua, shaadi aansuon aur betrayal ke baadh mein dissolve hoti hui. Yeh sick tha, lekin is vichar ne mujhe aur sakht kiya—Maa Mukesh ki full-time randi banne ke liye free, koi chhupna nahi, bas khula debauchery. Main tezi se sehlaaya, unke barbaadi ka thrill meri charam par le jata hua, mere balls tight hote hue jab maine uske pichhwade ko uchalte dekha.
Mukesh ne apne thrusts thoda dheere kiye, uski awaaz Maa ki siskariyon par dheemi aur chhedti hui. “Rekha, tera sabse bada darr kya hai, huh? Bata—kya tujhe raat bhar jagaye rakhta hai?”
Maa, haanfte hui, uski gand peechhe dhakelti hui usse milne ke liye, confused lagi, uski awaaz anand se bhari. “Aaaaaahhh, Mukesh… uuhhhhhh, ab yeh kyun pooch raha hai? Oh yaar, tera ling itna gehra… meri gand ka chhed jalta hua… aaaaaahhh, iska point kya hai?”
“Bas curious, randi,” usne jawab diya, uske gaal par thappad maarte hue, ise jhoolta hua. “Bata—sabse zyada kya daraata hai? Jab main is chhed ko barbaad kar raha hoon.”
Woh aur zor se siskari bhari, uska jism kaanpta hua, lekin jawab diya, besharm, koi dignity nahi bachi. “Uuhhhhhh… Anil ke saath meri shaadi ko barbaad karna… aaaaaahhh, woh stability kho dena, ghar, Raj ka future… oh yaar, Mukesh, aur gehra! Aaaaaahhh, lekin yeh daraawana hai… Anil ko pata chalna main teri randi hoon…”
Mukesh ne darkly hasa, uske thrusts badhte hue, uski gand ka chhed uske gird squelch karta hua. “Bas itna? Us pathetic cuck ke saath teri shaadi? Mazedaar hai tu ne yeh mention kiya…”
Maa ne thoda sar ghumaya, abhi bhi charon haathon par, uske stann chadar par drag karte hue. “Aaaaaahhh, kya mazedaar hai? Uuhhhhhh, Mukesh, bata… oh yaar, tera ling mujhe split kar raha hai… tu kyun hans raha hai?”
Woh uske upar jhuka, ek hath uski gardan par dheere se pakadta hua, uska ling abhi bhi gehra dabaya hua. “Kyunki, Rekha, maine abhi Anil ko ek video bheja. Tu jaanti hai, woh jo maine liya? Tera gand ka chhed mere ling par chawda kheenchta hua, siskariyaan jaise ek kutiya in heat. Uske paas ab hai—shayad abhi dekh raha hai.”
Maa freeze ho gayi, uski siskariyaan kat gayi, aankhein hairani se chawdi, uska jism uske neeche tense hota hua. “Kya?! Mukesh, nahi! Oh my god… tune woh Anil ko bheja? Aaaaaahhh… tu aisa kyun karega… uuhhhhhh, meri shaadi… oh yaar, tune sab kuch barbaad kar diya!”
Uski awaaz toot gayi, sachchi upset uske chehre par flash karti hui—aankhein aansuon se bharti hui, honth kaanpte hue, uski gand abhi bhi impaled lekin uska dimaag reeling. Woh betrayed dikhi, vulnerable, uski shaadi ke ant ka wazan zor se hit karta hua, chahe uska jism uske liye arched raha. Mukesh, cruel aur unyielding, uski gardan par grip tight kiya, use halke se choke karta hua, use pin karta hua taki woh hata na sake, uska ling abhi bhi uski gand ke chhed mein gehra, uski walls ke khilaf pulse karta hua.
“Barbaad? Achha,” usne growl kiya, aur zor se thrust karta hua, use siskari bharne ke liye majboor karta hua. “Tu meri gandi gand-randi hai, Rekha—us kamzor chodu Anil ki koi zarurat nahi. Tu meri hai, suna? Mujhe teri shaadi ki parwah nahi.”
Maa ne whimpered, uski awaaz shaky lekin abhi bhi siskari bharti hui. “Aaaaaahhh… Mukesh, tu harami… uuhhhhhh, tune aisa kaise kiya? Anil ke saath meri zindagi… oh yaar, tera ling… ab sab khatam hai… aaaaaahhh, tujhe parwah kyun nahi?”
“Kyunki tu ek veerya-bhookhi randi hai, Rekha,” usne kaha, use thoda aur tight choke karta hua, uske hips slam karte hue, uske gand ke gaal zor se clap karte hue. “Koi manners nahi, koi respect nahi—bas mere ling ke liye ek pig. Anil ek mazak hai; main khud tujhse shaadi karoonga, is gand ke chhed ko tap par rakhoonga. Tujhe uski zarurat nahi—bol.”
“Aaaaaahhh… uuhhhhhh, tu sahi hai,” usne maana, aansoon siskariyon ke saath milte hue, uska jism uske upset ko betray karta hua utsauk peechhe dhakel ke saath. “Oh yaar, Mukesh… aaaaaahhh, main teri randi hoon… Anil kuch bhi nahi… uuhhhhhh, mujhse shaadi kar, mere chhedon ka maalik ban… lekin yaar, woh video… woh mujhse nafrat karega…”
“Nafrat kare toh kare,” Mukesh ne kaha, uski awaaz thandi. “Tu ab meri randi-patni hai—gand gaped, yoni tapakti hui. Anil ro sakta hai jab main tujhe kacha chodoonga. Bata mujhe tu yeh chahti hai—meri ring, mera ling, har raat.”
Maa ki siskariyaan besharm ho gayi, uska darr lust mein melt hota hua, uski gand aur zor se peechhe grind karti hui. “Aaaaaahhh… haan, Mukesh… uuhhhhhh, main yeh chahti hoon… tera ling meri gand ke chhed mein hamesha ke liye… aaaaaahhh, Anil ko chhod do, meri shaadi ko chhod do… main teri hoon, baby… oh yaar, mujhe aur zor se choke kar!”
“Tu disrespectful kutiya,” usne snarl kiya, uska hath tight hota hua, uska chehra laal hota hua jab woh siskari bhari, uski gand ka chhed uske gird simat-ta hua. “Us cuck ki koi parwah nahi—achha. Main tujhe apni patni banaoonga, tujhe har din chawda failaoonga. Bol—Anil tere liye mar chuka hai.”
“Aaaaaahhh… uuhhhhhh, woh mere liye mar chuka hai,” usne cheekh kar kaha, uski awaaz kachi, koi dignity nahi bachi. “Oh yaar, Mukesh… aaaaaahhh, meri gand ka chhed tera hai… mujhse shaadi kar, mujhe barbaad kar… Anil ki mujhe parwah nahi ab… uuhhhhhh, bas mujhe chodo!”
Unka aage-peechhe kamra bhar gaya, Maa ke besharm confessions uski purani zindagi par ek chaku, Mukesh ki cruelty use aur uksati hui. Bistar ab zor se hil raha tha, frame rattling, chadarein slip hoti hui jab usne uski gand ke chhed ko thoka, uske hath uski kamar par, phir uski gardan par, phir uske gaalon par, unhe failate hue uska ling andar-bahar slide hota dekhne ke liye, uska chhed har thrust ke saath aur chawda gape karta hua.
Uska mota pichhwada ripple karta hua, thappadon se laal, paseena chamakta hua, nazara obscene—uska jism uske dominance ke liye ek khel ka maidan, uski siskariyaan samarpan ka symphony.
“Rekha, tera gand ka chhed mujhe doodh raha hai,” Mukesh ne siskari bhari, uske thrusts erratic, balls tight hote hue. “Itna dheela, itna perfect—jaise ek garam, geela cave. Gehra veerya bharne wala hoon, teri gand ke chhed ko bhar doonga.”
“Aaaaaahhh… uuhhhhhh, karo, Mukesh!” Maa ne bheek maangi, uski awaaz toot rahi thi. “Meri gand ke chhed mein veerya bharo… aaaaaahhh, ise baadh do, mujhe tera veerya-dump banao… oh yaar, main bhi charam par aa rahi hoon… uuhhhhhh!”
Usne dhaad kiya, ek aakhri baar slam karta hua, uska ling pulse karta hua jab usne veerya bhara, garam ropes uski gand ke chhed mein baadh laaye, itna zyada ki yeh uske shaft ke gird tapka, uski crack se neeche uski yoni tak.
Maa ne cheekh di, uski khud ki charam par aayi, uska jism convulse karta hua, gand ka chhed simat-ta hua, aur veerya geele spurts mein bahar dhakel diya, bistar neeche bheega hua. Woh ek saath collapse hue, haanfte hue, uska ling abhi bhi uske andar, uske gand ke gaal kaanpte hue, veerya dheere se ooz karta hua.
“Oh yaar… Mukesh… aaaaaahhh, yeh pagalpan tha,” Maa ne haanfte hue kaha, uski awaaz besharm, uski side par roll karti hui, uska veerya chadar par tapakta hua. “Mujhe Anil ki parwah nahi ab… uuhhhhhh, tune mujhe uske liye barbaad kar diya… main ab teri randi-patni hoon.”
“Good girl,” Mukesh ne jawab diya, uske baal sehlate hue, uska ling naram hota hua lekin abhi bhi uske chhed mein nestle kiya hua. “Us cuck ko bhool ja—mera veerya hi tujhe chahiye. Tu meri hai, Rekha—gand, yoni, muh. Jaldi hi ise official karenge.”
Woh wahan lete rahe, tangled aur paseene se geele, phone unke bagal mein ek chup bomb, uska video door Maa ki shaadi ko detonate karta hua.
Khidki se, main sehlaata raha, meri charam badhti hui jab maine unhe collapse hote dekha, Papa ke aane wale heartbreak ka gyaan mujhe edge par le jata hua.
Main zor se charam par aaya, veerya meri hatheli par splatter hota hua, Maa ke betrayal aur Mukesh ki cruelty ka thrill ise intense banata hua, mera ling pulse karta hua jab maine Papa ke duniya ke bikharta hua tasavvur kiya. Resort suite gandagi ka haven tha, Maa ka gand ka chhed tapakta hua, uski dignity gayab, aur mujhe unke chodne ka har pal pasand tha.
Doston, mujhe apne vichar batao aur yeh kahani kaise aage badhna chahiye. Apne ideas do
Bistar unke wazan ke neeche charkhata hua, headboard deewar par tap karta hua, aur khuli khidki se aati samundari hawa unke gande kaam ke garmi ko thanda karne mein bahut kam kaam aayi. Meri aankhein balcony perch se is scene par chipki hui thi, parde Maa ke besharm samarpan ko frame karte hue—uska jism arched, stann jhoolte hue, chehra anand-dard mein twisted jab woh har inch leti thi.
Usse pehle ki usne Maa ka phone uthaya us damning video ko Papa ko bhejne ke liye, Mukesh ne thodi der ke liye roka, uska ling uski gand mein dabaya hua, screen check karta hua. Uski ungli ne deliberately swipe kiya, confirm karta hua ki WhatsApp message “Anil”—Papa ke contact name—tak chala gaya, uske ling ke Maa ke gand ke chhed ko kheenchne ka video ke saath, uski siskariyaan aur gapes high definition mein capture kiye hue.
Usne smirk kiya, uski aankhon mein ek cruel glint, jaan kar ki yeh kitna tabahi machayega. Phir, ek casual toss ke saath, usne phone bistar par rakha, Maa ke ghutno ke bagal mein, jahan yeh uske betrayal ka ek chup saakshi ban gaya. Uske hath uske bade gand ke gaalon par wapas aaye, unhe zor se pakadte hue, ungaliyan naram maans mein dhansati hui, unhe aur chawda failate hue uske gaping chhed ko expose karne ke liye jab usne aur zor se chodna shuru kiya, uske balls har thrust ke saath uski yoni par thappad maarte hue.
Khidki se, mujhe pata tha yeh Maa aur Papa ki shaadi ka ant tha. Woh video—Maa ka gand ka chhed Mukesh ka ling leta hua, uski siskariyaan aur ke liye bheek mangti hui—Papa ke nazuk dil ko tod dega, jo pehle hi kal ke darr se kamzor tha. Divorce ab unavoidable tha; koi chance nahi woh apni patni ke randi wale transformation ko unsee kar sake, uska jism unke marital bed ke saaye mein defiled.
Mera hath mere ling par tezi se chala, zor se muth maarta hua, precum meri hatheli ko slick karta hua jab maine Papa ke us video ko kholne ki tasavvur ki, uska chehra bikhar jata hua, shaadi aansuon aur betrayal ke baadh mein dissolve hoti hui. Yeh sick tha, lekin is vichar ne mujhe aur sakht kiya—Maa Mukesh ki full-time randi banne ke liye free, koi chhupna nahi, bas khula debauchery. Main tezi se sehlaaya, unke barbaadi ka thrill meri charam par le jata hua, mere balls tight hote hue jab maine uske pichhwade ko uchalte dekha.
Mukesh ne apne thrusts thoda dheere kiye, uski awaaz Maa ki siskariyon par dheemi aur chhedti hui. “Rekha, tera sabse bada darr kya hai, huh? Bata—kya tujhe raat bhar jagaye rakhta hai?”
Maa, haanfte hui, uski gand peechhe dhakelti hui usse milne ke liye, confused lagi, uski awaaz anand se bhari. “Aaaaaahhh, Mukesh… uuhhhhhh, ab yeh kyun pooch raha hai? Oh yaar, tera ling itna gehra… meri gand ka chhed jalta hua… aaaaaahhh, iska point kya hai?”
“Bas curious, randi,” usne jawab diya, uske gaal par thappad maarte hue, ise jhoolta hua. “Bata—sabse zyada kya daraata hai? Jab main is chhed ko barbaad kar raha hoon.”
Woh aur zor se siskari bhari, uska jism kaanpta hua, lekin jawab diya, besharm, koi dignity nahi bachi. “Uuhhhhhh… Anil ke saath meri shaadi ko barbaad karna… aaaaaahhh, woh stability kho dena, ghar, Raj ka future… oh yaar, Mukesh, aur gehra! Aaaaaahhh, lekin yeh daraawana hai… Anil ko pata chalna main teri randi hoon…”
Mukesh ne darkly hasa, uske thrusts badhte hue, uski gand ka chhed uske gird squelch karta hua. “Bas itna? Us pathetic cuck ke saath teri shaadi? Mazedaar hai tu ne yeh mention kiya…”
Maa ne thoda sar ghumaya, abhi bhi charon haathon par, uske stann chadar par drag karte hue. “Aaaaaahhh, kya mazedaar hai? Uuhhhhhh, Mukesh, bata… oh yaar, tera ling mujhe split kar raha hai… tu kyun hans raha hai?”
Woh uske upar jhuka, ek hath uski gardan par dheere se pakadta hua, uska ling abhi bhi gehra dabaya hua. “Kyunki, Rekha, maine abhi Anil ko ek video bheja. Tu jaanti hai, woh jo maine liya? Tera gand ka chhed mere ling par chawda kheenchta hua, siskariyaan jaise ek kutiya in heat. Uske paas ab hai—shayad abhi dekh raha hai.”
Maa freeze ho gayi, uski siskariyaan kat gayi, aankhein hairani se chawdi, uska jism uske neeche tense hota hua. “Kya?! Mukesh, nahi! Oh my god… tune woh Anil ko bheja? Aaaaaahhh… tu aisa kyun karega… uuhhhhhh, meri shaadi… oh yaar, tune sab kuch barbaad kar diya!”
Uski awaaz toot gayi, sachchi upset uske chehre par flash karti hui—aankhein aansuon se bharti hui, honth kaanpte hue, uski gand abhi bhi impaled lekin uska dimaag reeling. Woh betrayed dikhi, vulnerable, uski shaadi ke ant ka wazan zor se hit karta hua, chahe uska jism uske liye arched raha. Mukesh, cruel aur unyielding, uski gardan par grip tight kiya, use halke se choke karta hua, use pin karta hua taki woh hata na sake, uska ling abhi bhi uski gand ke chhed mein gehra, uski walls ke khilaf pulse karta hua.
“Barbaad? Achha,” usne growl kiya, aur zor se thrust karta hua, use siskari bharne ke liye majboor karta hua. “Tu meri gandi gand-randi hai, Rekha—us kamzor chodu Anil ki koi zarurat nahi. Tu meri hai, suna? Mujhe teri shaadi ki parwah nahi.”
Maa ne whimpered, uski awaaz shaky lekin abhi bhi siskari bharti hui. “Aaaaaahhh… Mukesh, tu harami… uuhhhhhh, tune aisa kaise kiya? Anil ke saath meri zindagi… oh yaar, tera ling… ab sab khatam hai… aaaaaahhh, tujhe parwah kyun nahi?”
“Kyunki tu ek veerya-bhookhi randi hai, Rekha,” usne kaha, use thoda aur tight choke karta hua, uske hips slam karte hue, uske gand ke gaal zor se clap karte hue. “Koi manners nahi, koi respect nahi—bas mere ling ke liye ek pig. Anil ek mazak hai; main khud tujhse shaadi karoonga, is gand ke chhed ko tap par rakhoonga. Tujhe uski zarurat nahi—bol.”
“Aaaaaahhh… uuhhhhhh, tu sahi hai,” usne maana, aansoon siskariyon ke saath milte hue, uska jism uske upset ko betray karta hua utsauk peechhe dhakel ke saath. “Oh yaar, Mukesh… aaaaaahhh, main teri randi hoon… Anil kuch bhi nahi… uuhhhhhh, mujhse shaadi kar, mere chhedon ka maalik ban… lekin yaar, woh video… woh mujhse nafrat karega…”
“Nafrat kare toh kare,” Mukesh ne kaha, uski awaaz thandi. “Tu ab meri randi-patni hai—gand gaped, yoni tapakti hui. Anil ro sakta hai jab main tujhe kacha chodoonga. Bata mujhe tu yeh chahti hai—meri ring, mera ling, har raat.”
Maa ki siskariyaan besharm ho gayi, uska darr lust mein melt hota hua, uski gand aur zor se peechhe grind karti hui. “Aaaaaahhh… haan, Mukesh… uuhhhhhh, main yeh chahti hoon… tera ling meri gand ke chhed mein hamesha ke liye… aaaaaahhh, Anil ko chhod do, meri shaadi ko chhod do… main teri hoon, baby… oh yaar, mujhe aur zor se choke kar!”
“Tu disrespectful kutiya,” usne snarl kiya, uska hath tight hota hua, uska chehra laal hota hua jab woh siskari bhari, uski gand ka chhed uske gird simat-ta hua. “Us cuck ki koi parwah nahi—achha. Main tujhe apni patni banaoonga, tujhe har din chawda failaoonga. Bol—Anil tere liye mar chuka hai.”
“Aaaaaahhh… uuhhhhhh, woh mere liye mar chuka hai,” usne cheekh kar kaha, uski awaaz kachi, koi dignity nahi bachi. “Oh yaar, Mukesh… aaaaaahhh, meri gand ka chhed tera hai… mujhse shaadi kar, mujhe barbaad kar… Anil ki mujhe parwah nahi ab… uuhhhhhh, bas mujhe chodo!”
Unka aage-peechhe kamra bhar gaya, Maa ke besharm confessions uski purani zindagi par ek chaku, Mukesh ki cruelty use aur uksati hui. Bistar ab zor se hil raha tha, frame rattling, chadarein slip hoti hui jab usne uski gand ke chhed ko thoka, uske hath uski kamar par, phir uski gardan par, phir uske gaalon par, unhe failate hue uska ling andar-bahar slide hota dekhne ke liye, uska chhed har thrust ke saath aur chawda gape karta hua.
Uska mota pichhwada ripple karta hua, thappadon se laal, paseena chamakta hua, nazara obscene—uska jism uske dominance ke liye ek khel ka maidan, uski siskariyaan samarpan ka symphony.
“Rekha, tera gand ka chhed mujhe doodh raha hai,” Mukesh ne siskari bhari, uske thrusts erratic, balls tight hote hue. “Itna dheela, itna perfect—jaise ek garam, geela cave. Gehra veerya bharne wala hoon, teri gand ke chhed ko bhar doonga.”
“Aaaaaahhh… uuhhhhhh, karo, Mukesh!” Maa ne bheek maangi, uski awaaz toot rahi thi. “Meri gand ke chhed mein veerya bharo… aaaaaahhh, ise baadh do, mujhe tera veerya-dump banao… oh yaar, main bhi charam par aa rahi hoon… uuhhhhhh!”
Usne dhaad kiya, ek aakhri baar slam karta hua, uska ling pulse karta hua jab usne veerya bhara, garam ropes uski gand ke chhed mein baadh laaye, itna zyada ki yeh uske shaft ke gird tapka, uski crack se neeche uski yoni tak.
Maa ne cheekh di, uski khud ki charam par aayi, uska jism convulse karta hua, gand ka chhed simat-ta hua, aur veerya geele spurts mein bahar dhakel diya, bistar neeche bheega hua. Woh ek saath collapse hue, haanfte hue, uska ling abhi bhi uske andar, uske gand ke gaal kaanpte hue, veerya dheere se ooz karta hua.
“Oh yaar… Mukesh… aaaaaahhh, yeh pagalpan tha,” Maa ne haanfte hue kaha, uski awaaz besharm, uski side par roll karti hui, uska veerya chadar par tapakta hua. “Mujhe Anil ki parwah nahi ab… uuhhhhhh, tune mujhe uske liye barbaad kar diya… main ab teri randi-patni hoon.”
“Good girl,” Mukesh ne jawab diya, uske baal sehlate hue, uska ling naram hota hua lekin abhi bhi uske chhed mein nestle kiya hua. “Us cuck ko bhool ja—mera veerya hi tujhe chahiye. Tu meri hai, Rekha—gand, yoni, muh. Jaldi hi ise official karenge.”
Woh wahan lete rahe, tangled aur paseene se geele, phone unke bagal mein ek chup bomb, uska video door Maa ki shaadi ko detonate karta hua.
Khidki se, main sehlaata raha, meri charam badhti hui jab maine unhe collapse hote dekha, Papa ke aane wale heartbreak ka gyaan mujhe edge par le jata hua.
Main zor se charam par aaya, veerya meri hatheli par splatter hota hua, Maa ke betrayal aur Mukesh ki cruelty ka thrill ise intense banata hua, mera ling pulse karta hua jab maine Papa ke duniya ke bikharta hua tasavvur kiya. Resort suite gandagi ka haven tha, Maa ka gand ka chhed tapakta hua, uski dignity gayab, aur mujhe unke chodne ka har pal pasand tha.
Doston, mujhe apne vichar batao aur yeh kahani kaise aage badhna chahiye. Apne ideas do
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