14-12-2025, 12:35 AM
Abhi main andar ghusne hi waala tha ki corridor mein 'takk-takk' ki awaaz aayi.High heels ki awaaz.
Ammi aa rahi theen. Itni jaldi?Meri saansein atak gayin. Maine fauran almari ke andar chalang lagayi aur darwaaza andar se bhida (close) liya.
Maine darwaaze ki jhirri (slats) se apni aankh laga di.Main almari ke andar apni dhadkanon ko control karne ki koshish kar raha tha aur aankhein phade dekh raha tha. Andar AC ki thandak thi, par mere maathe par paseena tha.
Kamre ka darwaaza khula aur Ammi andar aayin.Unhone darwaaza lock nahi kiya. Unhone bas use halke se bhida diya, jaise woh kisi ka intezaar kar rahi hon aur chahti hon ki wo bina khatkhataaye andar aa sake.
Andar aate hi unhone apna bhaari, gold-work waala clutch bed par laparwahi se phenk diya…Thap…..
Phir unhone apne gale se wo sunehra, bhari dupatta kheencha. Jaise hi wo kapda unke jism se hata, unka kasa hua badan aur khul kar saamne aa gaya. Unhone dupatte ko bhi bed par gira diya.
Unhone apna phone nikala, ungliyan tezi se screen par chalne lagi- koi message type kiya. Bhejte hi unke chehre par ek aisi naughty aur shaitani muskurahat aayi jo maine aaj tak unke chehre par nahi dekhi thi. Woh muskurahat ek maa ki nahi, ek premika ki thi. Fir unhone phone ko side table par rakh diya.
Ab wo bilkul azaad theen.Woh ahista se chalti hui mirror ke saamne aayi, jo theek meri almari ke samne tha. Unhone light on nahi ki, khidki se aati halki roshni unke jism ke curves ko highlight karne ke liye kaafi thi.
Unhone khud ko mirror mein dekha.
Unke baal ek tight, complex 'Juda' (bun) mein bandhe hue the. Lekin function ki bhaag-daud ki wajah se kuch lataein (strands) nikal kar unki gardan par gir rahi theen. Gardan bilkul nangi aur lambi lag rahi thi, aur wo bikhre hue baal us safed skin par kisi kaale saanp ki tarah lag rahe the.
Mera gala sookh gaya jab maine unhein side se dekha. Unhone 'deep golden' rang ki designer georgette ki kurti pehni thi, jo unke ghutnon tak jaa rahi thi. Lekin sabse khaas baat uski fitting thi.
Woh kurti unke bhare hue, gore 'boobs' par bilkul kas kar (tightly) chipki hui thi. Kurti ka kapda unke curves par itna tight tha ki lag raha tha abhi phat jayega. Unke heavy breasts ka poora shape saaf samajh aa raha tha.
Phir unhone mirror mein dekhte hue, apne dono haath apne seene ke neeche rakhe aur bade aaram se, bas ek second ke liye, apne bhare hue breasts ko apni hatheliyon se neeche se sahara diya (cupped them gently) aur halka sa upar uthaya -jaise wo andar apni bra ko adjust kar rahi hon taaki wo perfect jagah par aa jayein aur wo tight kurti mein aur bhi acche lagen.
Bas wo ek chota sa adjustment... jab unka wo bhara hua wazan unke haathon mein thoda sa hila aur phir wapas apni jagah par set ho gaya... usne mujhe hila kar rakh diya.
Mere dimaag ne kaam karna band kar diya tha. Yeh ek mamooli si harkat thi-har aurat apne kapde theek karti hai. Lekin apni Maa ko... Ammi ko... aise akele mein apne undergarments adjust karte hue dekhna, unhein apne hi jism ko aise pakadte hue dekhna... yeh mere liye kisi bhi nangi tasveer se zyada powerful tha.
Mujhe laga jaise maine koi bahut badi chori kar li hai, koi bahut bada gunaah dekh liya hai. Lekin main apni nazrein hata nahi paaya. Mera jism akad gaya tha, aur wo nazaara meri aankhon mein chap gaya.
Kurti ka gala kaafi deep tha, jisse unki cleavage ki gehri ghaati (valley) jhalak rahi thi. Wahaan wo bhaari, jadaau (gem-studded) necklace latak raha tha. Jab wo mirror ke kareeb jhukin, toh gravity ki wajah se unke breasts aur bhi heavy aur round lagne lage.
Wo kurti ke gale ko thoda set kar rahi theen taaki unki cleavage aur prominent dikhe.
Fir Woh mirror ke saamne side-pose lekar khadi huin. Bhale hi kurti lambi thi aur kamar ki skin nahi dikh rahi thi, lekin wo kapda unki patli kamar aur bhaari hips par doosri skin ki tarah chipka hua tha.
Side se dekhne par, kurti ke neeche unke 'bums' ka shape ek perfect 'curve jaisa lag raha tha. Kurti ke side-slits se neeche ka 'Ivory' lehenga dikh raha tha.
Woh tight kurti unke bhare hue pichwaade ko bohot khoobsurati se numaya (prominent) kar rahi thi. Woh khud mud-mud kar check kar rahi theen ki wo tight suit unke pichwaade par kaisa lag raha hai.
Unhone mirror mein jhuk kar apni lipstick check ki. Woh 'Muted Berry' shade unke gore chehre par keher dha raha tha. Unhone apni choti ungli (pinky finger) se lipstick ko halke se smudge kiya, apne hothon ko ragada, aur phir ek 'pout' banaya.
Woh khud ko nihaar rahi theen, jaise jaanti hon ki wo kitni 'maal' lag rahi hain. Unki body language mein ek aisi vanity (khud-pasandi) thi jo behad erotic thi. Woh taiyaar theen - Vishal se chudne ke liye..aur yeh khyal aate hi main pata nahi kyon ghamgeen ho gaya.
Tabhi darwaaze par halki si aahat hui.
Ammi fauran savdhaan ho gayin. Unhone mirror se hatkar darwaaze ki taraf dekha. Unki aankhon mein ek be-sabri thi.
Ammi aa rahi theen. Itni jaldi?Meri saansein atak gayin. Maine fauran almari ke andar chalang lagayi aur darwaaza andar se bhida (close) liya.
Maine darwaaze ki jhirri (slats) se apni aankh laga di.Main almari ke andar apni dhadkanon ko control karne ki koshish kar raha tha aur aankhein phade dekh raha tha. Andar AC ki thandak thi, par mere maathe par paseena tha.
Kamre ka darwaaza khula aur Ammi andar aayin.Unhone darwaaza lock nahi kiya. Unhone bas use halke se bhida diya, jaise woh kisi ka intezaar kar rahi hon aur chahti hon ki wo bina khatkhataaye andar aa sake.
Andar aate hi unhone apna bhaari, gold-work waala clutch bed par laparwahi se phenk diya…Thap…..
Phir unhone apne gale se wo sunehra, bhari dupatta kheencha. Jaise hi wo kapda unke jism se hata, unka kasa hua badan aur khul kar saamne aa gaya. Unhone dupatte ko bhi bed par gira diya.
Unhone apna phone nikala, ungliyan tezi se screen par chalne lagi- koi message type kiya. Bhejte hi unke chehre par ek aisi naughty aur shaitani muskurahat aayi jo maine aaj tak unke chehre par nahi dekhi thi. Woh muskurahat ek maa ki nahi, ek premika ki thi. Fir unhone phone ko side table par rakh diya.
Ab wo bilkul azaad theen.Woh ahista se chalti hui mirror ke saamne aayi, jo theek meri almari ke samne tha. Unhone light on nahi ki, khidki se aati halki roshni unke jism ke curves ko highlight karne ke liye kaafi thi.
Unhone khud ko mirror mein dekha.
Unke baal ek tight, complex 'Juda' (bun) mein bandhe hue the. Lekin function ki bhaag-daud ki wajah se kuch lataein (strands) nikal kar unki gardan par gir rahi theen. Gardan bilkul nangi aur lambi lag rahi thi, aur wo bikhre hue baal us safed skin par kisi kaale saanp ki tarah lag rahe the.
Mera gala sookh gaya jab maine unhein side se dekha. Unhone 'deep golden' rang ki designer georgette ki kurti pehni thi, jo unke ghutnon tak jaa rahi thi. Lekin sabse khaas baat uski fitting thi.
Woh kurti unke bhare hue, gore 'boobs' par bilkul kas kar (tightly) chipki hui thi. Kurti ka kapda unke curves par itna tight tha ki lag raha tha abhi phat jayega. Unke heavy breasts ka poora shape saaf samajh aa raha tha.
Phir unhone mirror mein dekhte hue, apne dono haath apne seene ke neeche rakhe aur bade aaram se, bas ek second ke liye, apne bhare hue breasts ko apni hatheliyon se neeche se sahara diya (cupped them gently) aur halka sa upar uthaya -jaise wo andar apni bra ko adjust kar rahi hon taaki wo perfect jagah par aa jayein aur wo tight kurti mein aur bhi acche lagen.
Bas wo ek chota sa adjustment... jab unka wo bhara hua wazan unke haathon mein thoda sa hila aur phir wapas apni jagah par set ho gaya... usne mujhe hila kar rakh diya.
Mere dimaag ne kaam karna band kar diya tha. Yeh ek mamooli si harkat thi-har aurat apne kapde theek karti hai. Lekin apni Maa ko... Ammi ko... aise akele mein apne undergarments adjust karte hue dekhna, unhein apne hi jism ko aise pakadte hue dekhna... yeh mere liye kisi bhi nangi tasveer se zyada powerful tha.
Mujhe laga jaise maine koi bahut badi chori kar li hai, koi bahut bada gunaah dekh liya hai. Lekin main apni nazrein hata nahi paaya. Mera jism akad gaya tha, aur wo nazaara meri aankhon mein chap gaya.
Kurti ka gala kaafi deep tha, jisse unki cleavage ki gehri ghaati (valley) jhalak rahi thi. Wahaan wo bhaari, jadaau (gem-studded) necklace latak raha tha. Jab wo mirror ke kareeb jhukin, toh gravity ki wajah se unke breasts aur bhi heavy aur round lagne lage.
Wo kurti ke gale ko thoda set kar rahi theen taaki unki cleavage aur prominent dikhe.
Fir Woh mirror ke saamne side-pose lekar khadi huin. Bhale hi kurti lambi thi aur kamar ki skin nahi dikh rahi thi, lekin wo kapda unki patli kamar aur bhaari hips par doosri skin ki tarah chipka hua tha.
Side se dekhne par, kurti ke neeche unke 'bums' ka shape ek perfect 'curve jaisa lag raha tha. Kurti ke side-slits se neeche ka 'Ivory' lehenga dikh raha tha.
Woh tight kurti unke bhare hue pichwaade ko bohot khoobsurati se numaya (prominent) kar rahi thi. Woh khud mud-mud kar check kar rahi theen ki wo tight suit unke pichwaade par kaisa lag raha hai.
Unhone mirror mein jhuk kar apni lipstick check ki. Woh 'Muted Berry' shade unke gore chehre par keher dha raha tha. Unhone apni choti ungli (pinky finger) se lipstick ko halke se smudge kiya, apne hothon ko ragada, aur phir ek 'pout' banaya.
Woh khud ko nihaar rahi theen, jaise jaanti hon ki wo kitni 'maal' lag rahi hain. Unki body language mein ek aisi vanity (khud-pasandi) thi jo behad erotic thi. Woh taiyaar theen - Vishal se chudne ke liye..aur yeh khyal aate hi main pata nahi kyon ghamgeen ho gaya.
Tabhi darwaaze par halki si aahat hui.
Ammi fauran savdhaan ho gayin. Unhone mirror se hatkar darwaaze ki taraf dekha. Unki aankhon mein ek be-sabri thi.
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