Incest Maa bani Classmate

[Joker44]

 ‘Pipes Pub’ ke parking lot mein andhera aur neon lights ka mila-jula saaya tha. Trupti ne apni car ek corner mein park ki. Engine band hote hi, usne ek gehri saans li aur mirror mein apna chehra dekha. Uska kajal, uski lipstick aur uske khule baal—sab kuch perfect tha. Aaj woh ek Maa nahi, balki college ki sabse hot ladki ban kar aayi thi.
Jaise hi Trupti car se bahar nikli, uske Black Shoulder-less Gown ne uske dudhiya safed jism ko highlight kar diya. Thandi hawa ne jab uske nange kandhon aur nange pairon ko chhua, toh Trupti ke jism mein ek siharan daud gayi. Kriti bhi dusri taraf se nikli.
Wahin parking ke andhere kone mein do awara ladke, Ravi aur Sachin, cigarette pee rahe the. Unki niyat pehle se hi kharab thi, aur jab unki nazar Trupti par padi, toh unke munh se cigarette girne ko ho gayi.
Ravi: (Aankhein faad kar) “Oye Sachin! Bhai, dekh toh sahi kya cheez utri hai car se! Kasam se, aaj tak is pub mein aisa maal nahi dekha.”
Sachin: (Hotho par jeebh pherte hue) “Haaye main mar jaavan! Bhai, iske boobs dekh! Aisa lag raha hai gown faad kar bahar aa jayenge. Dil kar raha hai abhi bhaag kar jaun aur unhe dono haathon se masal-masal kar sara ras nichod loon.”
Ravi: (Trupti ke piche ghumte hue) “Abe boobs chhod, uski gaand dekh! Kya mast golai hai yaar. Ye gown toh bas naam ka hai, iski gaand ki har movement saaf dikh rahi hai. Dil kar raha hai saali ko yahi bonnet par jhuka kar, kapde ke upar se hi lund pel doon.”
Sachin: “Aur iske gulabi honth! Bhai, agar ye ek baar kiss kar le na, toh banda wahin dher ho jaye. Chal, aaj kismat azmate hain. Inke saath koi mard nahi hai.”
Trupti aur Kriti bekhabar hokar pub ke entrance ki taraf badhne lagin. Trupti ki high heels ki 'tak-tak' aawaz sannate mein goonj rahi thi, aur uski gaand har kadam par left-right matak rahi thi. Ravi aur Sachin se raha nahi gaya, woh lapak kar unke raaste mein aa gaye.
Ravi: (Rasta rokte hue) “Excuse me, Madam!”
Trupti aur Kriti achanak ruk gayin. Trupti ne Ravi ko upar se neeche tak dekha, uski aankhon mein tharkipan saaf dikh raha tha.
Trupti: (Sakhti se) “Ji boliye? Aap mujhse baat kar rahe hain?”
Sachin: (Trupti ke cleavage ko ghurte hue) “Haan Madam, aap hi se bol rahe hain. Waise aap akele kahan ja rahi hain? Itna bhari badan lekar akele chalna theek nahi hai.”
Trupti: “Hum Pub ja rahe hain. Aur humein kisi ki company ki zaroorat nahi hai. Side hato.”
Ravi aur Sachin ne Trupti ke pooray sharir ko scan kiya—uske nange pairon se lekar uske ubhare hue seene tak. Trupti ko unki nazrein apne jism par rengti hui mehsoos ho rahi thin.
Ravi: (Besharmi se) “Arre gussa kyun hoti ho jaaneman? Kya aap dono hamari partners banna chahogi? Andar couple entry free hai, aur hum tumhe bohot khush rakhenge.”
Trupti: “No thanks! Hum akele hi kaafi hain.”
Sachin: (Thoda aage badhte hue) “Arre ban jao na Madam! Aapko toh bohot maze karayenge hum. Suna hai mature maal mein garmi zyada hoti hai.”
Ravi: “Haan yaar, man bhi jao. Kyun nakhre kar rahi ho? Teri ye gaand aur boobs bohot masalenge hum, tujhe bhi maza aayega aur humein bhi. Aur haan... raat bhar khub chodenge bhi tumhe. Subah tak chalne layak nahi chodenge.”
Ye gandi baatein sun kar Trupti ka chehra gusse se laal ho gaya. Use yakeen nahi ho raha tha ki log use sadak par khade hokar 'chodne' ki baat kar rahe hain.
Trupti: (Chillate hue) “Idiots! Rascals! Himmat kaise hui tumhari? Hato yahan se!”
Kriti: (Trupti ka haath pakad kar) “Chal Trupti, in kutto ke munh mat lag. Ye sadak chaap hain.”
Trupti aur Kriti tezi se wahan se nikli aur pub ke gate ki taraf badhin. Unki chaal mein gussa tha, jis wajah se Trupti ki gaand aur bhi zyada zor se matak rahi thi. Ravi aur Sachin unke peeche-peeche chal pade, unki bhookh ab aur badh gayi thi.
Ravi: (Peeche se aawaz lagate hue) “Arre Madam! Ban jao na humari kutiya! Ek baar mauka toh do... humare lund shant kar do, tumhe wo maza denge jo tumhare pati ne bhi nahi diya hoga!”
Trupti ne unki baaton ko ansuna kiya aur Bouncers ke paas se hoti hui Pub ke andar dakhil ho gayi. Jaise hi wo andar gayi, tez music aur dhuein ka gubar uske chehre se takraya.
Lekin kahani yahan khatam nahi hui thi. Pub ke andar ke andhere kone mein, Vikki aur Rahul pehle se baithe the. Vikki ki nazar seedha Trupti par padi jo us black gown mein qayamat lag rahi thi.
Vikki: (Rahul ko kohni maarte hue) “Dekh Rahul... aa gayi teri item. Bhai sahab! Kya lag rahi hai aaj ye! Aaj toh iski cheekhein sunne ka alag hi maza aayega.”
Rahul ne dekha ki Trupti ke peeche wo do sadak-chaap ladke (Ravi aur Sachin) bhi andar ghus rahe hain aur Trupti ko ghoor rahe hain. Rahul ki mutthiyan bhich gayin. Uski Maa ko koi aur ghoore, ye use bardasht nahi tha—bhale hi wo khud use Vikki ke hawale karne aaya ho.
Rahul: (Daant peeste hue) “Wo do kutte kaun hain jo uske peeche aa rahe hain?”
Vikki: “Chhod na, koi honge tharki. Tu bas plan par focus kar. Shital ko ishara kar diya hai maine. Bas kuch hi der mein Trupti ki drink mein 'jaadu' milne wala hai. Phir ye Ravi aur Sachin kya... Trupti khud tere aur mere lund par nachegi.”


‘Pipes Pub’ ke andar ka maahaul kisi ubalte hue jwalamukhi jaisa tha. Tez music dilon ki dhadkano ko badha raha tha aur disco lights ke beech jismon ki garmi hawa mein ghuli hui thi. Abhay, Shital aur unka group pehle se hi wahan maujood tha. Abhay ki nazrein darwaze par gadi hui thin, jaise koi shikaari apne shikaar ka intezaar kar raha ho.

Jaise hi Trupti aur Kriti ne andar kadam rakha, Abhay ke haath mein pakda drink ka glass hil gaya. Usne Trupti ko us Black Shoulder-less Gown mein dekha toh uski saansein atak gayin. Trupti ke gore nange kandhe aur us gown mein qaid uske bhare hue boobs disco lights mein kisi heere ki tarah chamak rahe the.
Abhay: (Mann mein) “Wow yaar! Trupti ki khubsurati toh din-ba-din nikharti ja rahi hai. Kya lag rahi hai aaj ye! Bas jaldi se jaldi ye meri baahon mein ho, aur main is gown ko faad kar is nangi devi ko apne lund par sawar kar sakun.”
Trupti aur Kriti apne doosre friends se milne lagin. Udhar bar counter par khade Ravi aur Sachin abhi bhi besharmi se Trupti ke cleavage aur gaand ko ghoor rahe the. Abhay se raha nahi gaya, woh seedha Trupti ke paas pahuncha.
Abhay: (Ek magnetic smile ke saath) “Hi Trupti!”
Trupti: (Thoda hichkichate hue) “Hi Abhay.”
Abhay: “Aaj tum bohot khubsurat lag rahi ho. Itni ki poore pub ki roshni feeki pad gayi hai tumhare aage.”
Trupti ke gaalo par surkhi aa gayi, par wo Abhay se zyada baat karke Rahul ko naraz nahi karna chahti thi.
Trupti: “Thank you Abhay. Chal Kriti, dance karte hain.”
Trupti ne Abhay ko wahi chhod diya aur Kriti ka haath pakad kar dance floor ki taraf bhaag gayi. Abhay wahi khada muskurata raha, use pata tha ki shikaar jaal mein aayega, bas sabra ki zaroorat hai.

Dance floor par Trupti ne aag laga di thi. Tez beats par jab woh apni kamar matka rahi thi, toh uska gown uske curves par phisal raha tha. Uski chhati (boobs) har jump ke saath uchhal rahi thi, jise dekh kar wahan maujood har mard ka gala sookh raha tha.
Kriti: (Naachte hue Trupti ke kaan mein) “Tu Abhay ko itna neglect kyun karti hai yaar? Banda tere liye pagal hai.”
Trupti: (Zor se) “Kyunki main usse pyaar nahi karti! Tu bas dance kar.”
Kriti thoda side ho gayi aur kisi aur ladke ke saath dance karne lagi. Trupti akeli mast hokar naach rahi thi, apni aankhein band karke music ko feel kar rahi thi. Tabhi, peeche se Ravi ne mauka dekha.
Ravi ne achanak Trupti ko peeche se kamar se pakad liya aur apne lund ko Trupti ki gaand se sata diya. Trupti hadbada gayi. Ravi: “Kya naachti ho baby...”
Isse pehle ki Trupti kuch samajh paati, Ravi ne uske nange kandhe par kiss kar diya. Trupti ghabra kar palti, toh saamne Sachin aa gaya. Sachin ne Trupti ko saamne se gher liya aur uske kareeb aate hue bola— “Ek kiss toh banti hai rani!”
Trupti darr gayi. Woh chhutne ki koshish kar rahi thi, par charo taraf bheed thi aur music itna tez tha ki uski aawaz dab rahi thi. Sachin zabardasti apna munh Trupti ke honthon ki taraf badha raha tha.

Tabhi ek toofan aaya. Abhay, jo baaz ki nazar rakhe hue tha, bheed ko cheerte hue wahan pahuncha. Usne aate hi Ravi ko collar se pakda aur ek jhatke mein door phenk diya.
Abhay: (Dahaadte hue) “Tum logon ki himmat kaise hui ise chhune ki?”
Ravi girte-padte utha, nashe mein dhut tha. Ravi: “Teri kya behen lagti hai be jo tu itna bhadak raha hai? Hum toh bas maze le rahe the.”
Ye sunte hi Abhay ka gussa satvein aasmaan par pahunch gaya. Usne Ravi ke chehre par ek zor ka mukka mara.
Abhay: (Gusse mein) “Behen hogi teri saale! Meri Girlfriend hai woh! Agar kisi ne dubara iski taraf aankh utha kar bhi dekha, toh aankhein nikaal lunga.”
‘Meri Girlfriend hai’—ye shabd Trupti ke kaanon mein gunj gaye. Usne hairani se Abhay ko dekha. Rahul kahin nahi tha, par Abhay uske liye lad raha tha.
Bouncers turant aa gaye aur Ravi-Sachin ko ghaseet kar pub se bahar phenk diya. Maahaul shant hua. Abhay ki saansein tez thin. Usne Trupti ki taraf dekha, uski aankhon mein junoon tha. Usne Trupti ki kamar ko haath se pakda aur use apne seene se sata liya.
Abhay: (Gehri aawaz mein) “Trupti... tum mere pyaar ko kabhi samajh nahi paogi. Main tumhe kisi ko chhune nahi dunga.”
Abhay ne Trupti ko wahi chhoda aur bina koi jawab maange, dukhi hero ki tarah Bar Counter ki taraf chala gaya. Trupti wahi khadi reh gayi, uska dil zor se dhadak raha tha. Usne pehli baar Abhay ke andar wo Protective Mard dekha jo use Rahul mein kabhi nahi dikha. Uske dil ke kisi kone mein Abhay ke liye jagah banne lagi thi.



Kuch der baad, Trupti khud chalkar Bar Counter par gayi jahan Abhay akela baitha drink pee raha tha. Trupti ne uske bagal wali chair khinchi aur baith gayi.
Trupti: (Naram aawaz mein) “Thank you, Abhay. Aaj tum nahi hote toh...”
Abhay: (Muskurate hue) “Dosti mein no sorry, no thank you. Main hamesha tumhare liye khada rahunga, chahe tum mujhe apna maano ya na maano.”
Trupti muskura di. Dono ke beech baatein shuru ho gayin. Abhay use hansa raha tha, uski tareef kar raha tha. Trupti bhi khul kar hans rahi thi, uske haath Abhay ke haathon se takra rahe the. Woh flirt kar rahi thi, anjaane mein hi sahi.
Pub ke andhere kone mein, Rahul aur Vikki ye sab dekh rahe the.
Rahul: (Daant peeste hue) “Dekh raha hai Vikki? Saala Abhay apni chaal chal raha hai. Kaise chipak ke baitha hai meri Maa se! Aur woh bhi dekho... kaise hans-hans ke baat kar rahi hai, jaise main toh hoon hi nahi.”
Vikki: (Jalti hui aag mein ghee dalte hue) “Maine kaha tha na Rahul? Abhay bohot tez hai. Woh 'Emotional Card' khel gaya. Abhi woh hero bana hai, thodi der mein woh Trupti ko bistar par le jayega. Agar humne abhi apna plan execute nahi kiya, toh aaj raat Trupti Abhay ki keep ban jayegi, aur tu dekhta reh jayega.”
Rahul: “Nahi! Aisa nahi hone dunga main.”
Vikki: “Toh phir Shital ko signal de raha hoon. Abhi Trupti masti mein hai, yahi mauka hai Blue Pill dene ka. Agle 15 minute mein Trupti ki ye hansi sex ki tadap mein badal jayegi. Phir dekhna, kaise woh khud aayegi humare paas.”
Rahul ne majboori mein haan kar di, par uski nazrein Trupti aur Abhay par hi tiki thin, jahan uska 'Macho Rival' uski 'Maa' ko dheere-dheere jeet raha tha.


Pub ke andhere kone mein baithe Vikki ne apni jeb se mobile nikala aur table ke neeche se Shital ko message kiya: "NOW."

Bar counter par khadi Shital ne message padha aur turant harkat mein aa gayi. Jab Trupti aur Abhay baton mein mashgool the, Shital ne mauka dekha aur chupke se Trupti ke glass mein woh ‘Blue Pill’ (Viagra powder) mila di. Powder drink mein ghulte hi gaayab ho gaya. Shital ne ek pyari si muskan ke saath glass uthaya aur Trupti ki taraf badhi.
Shital: “Guys! Itna serious discussion kyun? Chalo, cheers karte hain aaj ki raat ke naam!”
Trupti ne bina kisi shaq ke glass uthaya. Abhay ki aankhon mein dekhte hue usne woh zehreela jaam apne raseele honthon se lagaya aur ek hi saans mein aadha glass khaali kar diya. Vikki aur Rahul door se yeh sab dekh rahe the.
Rahul apni seat se uthne hi wala tha ki Trupti ko le aaye, par Vikki ne uska haath pakad kar use wapas seat par bitha diya.
Vikki: (Dheere se) “Pagal hai kya? Abhi ruk ja. Woh dawai koi mamooli nahi hai. Kam se kam 15-20 minute lagenge nasha chadne mein. Jab uske andar ki aag bhadkegi, tab tu entry marna. Abhi tamasha dekh.”






Drink khatam hote hi Abhay ne apna haath aage badhaya. Abhay: “Trupti... kya ek dance ka mauka milega? Sirf ek dost ke naate?”

Trupti ne inkaar nahi kiya. Usne muskurate hue apna naram haath Abhay ke mazboot haath mein de diya. Dono dance floor par gaye. Kismat se DJ ne fast music band karke ek Romantic Bollywood Track chala diya.

Abhay ne Trupti ki patli kamar par apna haath rakha aur use dheere se apni taraf kheencha. Trupti ka Black Shoulder-less Gown Abhay ke kapdon se ragad khane laga. Shuruat mein Trupti ne thoda gap banaye rakha, par woh dawai ab apna asar dikhana shuru kar rahi thi.

Trupti ko achanak apne pet ke nichle hisse mein ek ajeeb si garmi mehsoos hui. Aisa laga jaise uske khoon ki raftaar tez ho gayi ho. Uski nangi peeth par Abhay ki ungliyon ka sparsh use kisi current ki tarah lag raha tha. Use ek lusty feeling aane lagi, jisme wo khud ko rok nahi pa rahi thi.

Trupti: (Abhay ki aankhon mein dekhte hue) “Abhay... thank you. Sach mein, agar aaj tum nahi hote toh wo ladke pata nahi kya kar dete. Tumne mujhe bacha liya.”

Abhay: (Trupti ko aur kareeb late hue) “Maine kaha tha na Trupti, main tumhare liye kisi se bhi lad sakta hoon. Tumhari izzat meri izzat hai.”

Trupti ka dil pighalne laga. Us dawai ke nashe ne uske dimaag ke 'Guilt' wale hisse ko sunn kar diya tha. Woh sochne lagi, ‘Kitna caring aur pyara ladka hai ye. Kitna protective hai. Agar main shadi-shuda na hoti, aur agar Rahul beech mein na hota... toh shayad main iske pyar mein gir jati.’

Trupti ki aankhein ab nashiili ho chuki thin. Woh halka sa ladkhadayi, aur Abhay ne use sambhalne ke liye apni dono baahein uske gird kass lin. Ab unke beech hawa guzarne ki bhi jagah nahi thi. Trupti ke ubhare hue boobs Abhay ke seene se dab gaye.

Trupti: (Flirt karte hue, hanste hue) “Abhay... tum bhool rahe ho main Rahul ki Girlfriend hoon. Aise chipakna allowed nahi hai.”

Abhay: (Muskurate hue, uski aankhon mein jhankte hue) “Jaanta hoon... par abhi ke liye tum sirf meri ho. Is pal mein koi Rahul nahi hai, sirf tum aur main.”
Dono hans pade. Trupti ki hansi mein ek khanak thi jo dawai ki wajah se aur bhi seductive lag rahi thi. Woh nashe mein Abhay ke kandhe par apna sar rakhne lagi.


Music aur bhi slow aur intense ho gaya. Abhay ne Trupti ka chehra apne haathon mein liya. Trupti ki saansein garam thin, jo Abhay ke chehre par pad rahi thin.
Abhay: (Whisper karte hue) “Trupti... tumhe wo din yaad hai? Theater wala? Jab maine tumhe kiss kiya tha?”
Trupti ka jism kanp utha. Us dawai ne us yaad ko ek erotic memory bana diya tha.
Abhay: “Sach batana... kya tumhe wo bura laga tha? Kya tumhe mujhse ghin aayi thi?”
Trupti ne apni nashiili aankhein utha kar Abhay ko dekha. Us waqt use sirf Abhay ke honth dikh rahe the.
Trupti: (Na mein sar hilaate hue) “Nahi Abhay... aisa nahi tha. Mujhe bura nahi laga tha. Bas... bas thoda guilt tha. Par us kiss mein... us kiss mein sachayi thi.”
Yeh sunte hi Abhay ki aankhon mein ek umeed ki kiran jag uthi. Usne dekha ki Trupti ab virodh nahi kar rahi. Viagra ki heat ab Trupti ke poore badan mein fail chuki thi. Uski jaanghein (thighs) aapas mein ragad kha rahi thin, aur use sakht zaroorat thi ki koi use kaske daboch le.
Abhay ka chehra Trupti ke chehre ke paas aane laga. Trupti ne apni aankhein band nahi kin, woh bas Abhay ki aankhon mein wo bepanah pyar dekh rahi thi jo Rahul ki aankhon mein kabhi nahi dikha. Abhay ki nazrein Trupti ke gulabi aur raseele honthon par atki thin.
Dono ke honth ek-dusre se bas ek inch ki doori par the. Saansein ek-dusre mein ghul rahi thin. Trupti ka munh halka sa khul gaya, jaise woh khud Abhay ko invite kar rahi ho.
Door baithe Rahul ka dil muh ko aa gaya. Usne socha, ‘Agar aaj Abhay ne ise kiss kar liya, toh ye meri nahi rahegi.’ Lekin Vikki ne use pakad rakha tha.
Abhay ne Trupti ki kamar ko itni zor se masla ki Trupti ke munh se ek halki “Ahhh...” nikal gayi, aur ye siskaari seedha Abhay ke honthon mein samaane wali thi...




Abhay aur Trupti ke honth ek-dusre se bas kuch millimeter ki doori par the. Trupti ki saansein Abhay ke honthon se takra rahi thin, aur Viagra ki garmi use majboor kar rahi thi ki woh Abhay ko kiss kar le. Par theek usi pal, ek zor ki aawaaz ne us madhoshi ko tod diya.
Rahul: (Gusse aur haq se chillate hue) “Trupti!”
Trupti hadbada kar piche hat gayi. Usne apni dhundhli aankhon se dekha, saamne Rahul khada tha, uska chehra gusse se laal tha. Abhay ki mutthiyan bhich gayin, uska bana-banaya khel bigad gaya tha.
Abhay: (Trupti ka haath pakadte hue) “Trupti... mat jao. Yeh tumhe wo khushi nahi de sakta jo main de sakta hoon.”
Trupti ka dimaag chakara raha tha, par drug ke asar aur 'Girlfriend' wale role ne use Rahul ki taraf kheencha.
Trupti: (Ladkhadate hue) “Chhodo mujhe Abhay... Woh... Woh mera Boyfriend hai.”
Trupti ne Abhay ka haath jhatak diya aur ladkhadate kadmon se Rahul ke paas chali gayi. Abhay wahin khada reh gaya, zillat aur gusse ki aag mein jalta hua. Usne ek aakhri baar Trupti ko dekha aur pair patakte hue dance floor se bahar nikal gaya. Usne soch liya tha ki iska badla wo jald lega.

Rahul ne Trupti ki kamar mein haath daala aur use bheed se door ek andhere kone (corner) mein le gaya. Disco lights ki chamak aur loud music ke shor mein wo duniya se kat gaye the.
Rahul ne Trupti ko diwar se sataya. Trupti ki aankhein nashiili ho chuki thin, uska chehra tamtama raha tha. Rahul ne uske kaan ke paas jhuk kar kaha:
Rahul: (Husky voice mein) “You look really hot today baby... Aaj toh tumne mujhe pagal kar diya hai.”
Trupti sharma kar muskurayi, par ye sharam ab hawas mein badal chuki thi. “Rahul...” usne bas itna hi kaha tha ki Rahul ne tut kar uske honthon par humla kar diya.
Rahul ne Trupti ke honthon ko apne munh mein bhar liya aur wild tarike se kiss karne laga. Is baar Trupti ne koi virodh nahi kiya. Shital ki milayi hui ‘Blue Pill’ ab apna poora asar dikha rahi thi. Trupti ko apne jism mein ek aisi aag mehsoos ho rahi thi jo sirf ragad aur chhuwan se shant ho sakti thi. Woh apna hosh kho rahi thi.
Rahul Trupti ke nichle honth ko bite (kaat) raha tha aur Trupti jawab mein apni zabaan Rahul ke munh mein daal kar use choos rahi thi. Rahul ke haath Trupti ke Black Gown ke upar se uski bhari hui gaand ko daboch rahe the. Woh uske soft buttocks ko buri tarah masal raha tha.
Trupti: (Kiss todte hue, haanfte hue) “Ahhh... Rahul... mujhe kuch ho raha hai... bohot garmi lag rahi hai... mmm...”
Rahul ne Trupti ki nangi gardan (neck) par apna munh rakha aur wahan Love bite dene laga. Trupti ne masti mein apna sar piche diwar par tika diya. Uski aankhein band thin aur munh se siskaariyan nikal rahi thin.
Trupti: “Sss... Rahul... kaato mat... ahhh... wahan... haan wahan... mmm...”
Disco lights ki flashing mein kisi ko dikh nahi raha tha ki Rahul ka ek haath Trupti ki gaand ko masal raha hai aur doosra haath uske nange kandhon ko sehla raha hai. Trupti poori tarah dizzy aur horny ho chuki thi.



Rahul Trupti ki gardan chooste hue madhosh ho raha tha, tabhi uski nazar saamne wale kone par padi. Wahan Vikki khada tha.
Vikki ne Rahul ki aankhon mein dekha aur apni gardan ghuma kar ishara kiya— “Le aa ise, ab waqt ho gaya hai.”
Rahul ka dil ek pal ke liye baith gaya. Woh nahi chahta tha ki jis Trupti ko wo abhi itne passion se kiss kar raha hai, use wo Vikki ke hawale kare. Par phir uske dimaag mein Vikki ki dhamki aur Abhay se haarne ka darr aa gaya. Aur sabse badi baat, uska khud ka tharkipan jaag utha.
Rahul ne socha: ‘Koi baat nahi... Aaj raat Vikki ke saath enjoy kar lene deta hoon. Waise bhi ye Vikki ki Girlfriend banegi toh sirf college tak hi na? Kuch saalon ki baat hai. College khatam hone ke baad toh Trupti hamesha ke liye meri hogi. Main ise full-time rakhunga. Aaj raat sharing mein hi maza lete hain.’
Rahul ne apne mann ko mana liya. Usne Trupti ko kiss karna band kiya aur uske kaan mein bola.
Rahul: “Baby... yahan bohot shor hai. Chalo kahin shant jagah chalte hain... Long drive pe.”
Trupti: (Nashe mein, aankhein kholne ki koshish karte hue) “Haan... le chalo Rahul... jahan tum bolo... bas ye garmi mita do...”
Rahul ne Trupti ko sahara diya aur use lekar Pub ke bahar nikal gaya, jahan Vikki ki Black SUV aur uske farmhouse ka 'dark room' unka intezaar kar raha tha.

Rahul ne ladkhadati hui Trupti ko sahara dekar Vikki ki Black SUV tak pahunchaya. Trupti ki haalat ab bohot kharab thi. Blue Pill ka nasha aur alcohol ka mixture uske dimaag ko sunn kar chuka tha. Uski aankhon ke saamne sab kuch dhundhla (blurry) tha, bas jism mein ek aisi aag lagi thi jo use kisi mard ke touch ke liye tadpa rahi thi.

Rahul ne piche ka darwaza khola aur Trupti ko back seat par dhakel diya. Woh khud bhi uske bagal mein baith gaya. Aage driver ne gaadi start ki aur SUV tezi se shehar ke bahar Farmhouse wale sunsaan raste par daudne lagi.
Andhere aur AC ki thandak mein Trupti ne રાહુલ ko tatola. Rahul ne mauka paate hi Trupti ke honthon ko choosna shuru kar diya. Trupti poore passion se respond kar rahi thi, uski jeebh Rahul ke muh mein ghoom rahi thi.




Gaadi abhi full speed mein chal hi rahi thi ki aage wali passenger seat se Vikki ne apni seat reclining ki aur piche ki taraf kood kar aa gaya. SUV ke piche ab teen log the—beech mein Trupti, ek taraf Rahul aur doosri taraf Vikki.
Trupti ko jab ehsaas hua ki koi aur bhi unke saath aa gaya hai, toh usne apni dhundhli aankhon se Vikki ko dekha. Nashe mein uska dimaag kaam nahi kar raha tha, aur zubaan fisal gayi.
Trupti: (Bhari hui aawaz mein) “Rahul... Beta... ye... ye kaun hai?”
‘Beta’ shabd sunte hi Rahul ka kaleja muh ko aa gaya. Woh darr gaya ki kahin Trupti ka raaz khul na jaye. Lekin Vikki, jo khud hawas aur sharab ke nashe mein tha, usne is baat ko pakad liya aur zor se hansa.
Vikki: (Rahul ko aankh maarte hue) “Sun raha hai Rahul? Nashe mein tujhe 'Beta' bula rahi hai teri bandi. Lagta hai roleplay ka mood hai.”
Phir Vikki Trupti ke kaan ke paas jhuka aur ek gandi, shaitani aawaz mein bola: Vikki: “Koi baat nahi darling... Agar tu ise Beta bula rahi hai, toh aaj hum tujhe Maa samajh ke hi chod denge.”
Rahul ye sunkar nervous hua ki kahin Vikki ko sach na pata chal jaye, lekin Vikki ki baat sunkar uske andar ka tharkipan bhi jaag utha. Apni Maa ko 'Maa' samajh kar chudte hue dekhne ka khayal use garam kar gaya.


Vikki ne bina waqt ganwaye Trupti ko apni taraf kheencha. Trupti ne pehle thoda virodh kiya. Trupti: (Kamzor aawaz mein) “Rahul... ye kya... hatto...”

Lekin Vikki ne Trupti ki gardan pakdi aur apna munh seedha Trupti ke munh par de maara. Trupti nashe mein itni choor thi ki jaise hi Vikki ke honth usse lage, uska jism pighal gaya.
Vikki ne zabardasti apni jeebh (tongue) Trupti ke munh mein thoos di. Trupti, jo garmi se pagal ho rahi thi, usne virodh karne ki bajaye Vikki ki jeebh ko choosna shuru kar diya. Woh Vikki ki jeebh ko waise hi suck kar rahi thi jaise kuch der pehle Rahul ki kar rahi thi.
Rahul bagal mein baitha ye nazara dekh raha tha. Uski Maa, jo uski GF bani hui thi, ab uske dost ke saath French Kiss kar rahi thi. Vikki ka thook Trupti ke munh mein ja raha tha aur Trupti bade maze se use pee rahi thi. Ye dekh kar Rahul ka lund paint mein blast hone ko taiyaar ho gaya.
Rahul se ab raha nahi gaya. Usne Trupti ko doosri taraf se pakda. Trupti ka chehra Vikki ki taraf tha, toh Rahul ne Trupti ke Black Gown ko kandhe se thoda neeche kheench diya aur uski nangi gardan (neck) par toot pada.
Trupti: (Vikki ke munh mein ghuti hui aawaz mein) “Mmm... hmmm... sss...”
Ek taraf Vikki Trupti ke honth aur jeebh chaba raha tha, aur doosri taraf Rahul apni Maa ki gardan aur kaan ke neeche wale hisse ko chat aur kaat raha tha. Trupti dono mardo ke beech sandwich ban gayi thi. Uski siskaariyan Vikki ke munh mein dab rahi thin, par uska jism bata raha tha ki wo is double attack se kitni garam ho rahi hai.
SUV ki speed badhti ja rahi thi, aur uske andar Trupti ki izzat ki dhajjiyan udne ki shuruaat ho chuki thi. Farmhouse aane mein ab bas kuch hi der baaki thi.




SUV tez raftaar se Farmhouse ki taraf bhaag rahi thi, lekin gaadi ke andar jo raftar thi, wo hawas ki thi. Trupti poori tarah nashe aur Viagra ki garmi mein doobi hui thi. Use bas ehsaas ho raha tha ki do mard use dono taraf se nichod rahe hain.
Vikki ne Trupti ke chehre se apna munh hataya aur apni nazrein Trupti ke cleavage par gadayi. Usne dhire se Trupti ke Shoulder-less Black Gown ko pakda aur use neeche ki taraf kheench diya. Gown sarak kar Trupti ke pet tak aa gaya, aur uski Black Lace Bra mein qaid bhare-bhare gore boobs Vikki ki aankhon ke saamne aa gaye. Bra itni tight thi ki Trupti ka aadha seena bahar ubhar kar ‘hello’ bol raha tha.
Vikki ne masti bhari nazron se unhe dekha aur bina der kiye apna sar Trupti ke dono boobs ke beech mein ghusa diya. Usne "Huba-Huba" karte hue apna chehra Trupti ke naram stanon (boobs) ke beech zor-zor se ragadna shuru kar diya. Woh apne munh se 'Brrrr' ki aawaaz nikal kar Trupti ke boobs ko hila raha tha.
Trupti: (Sar piche phenk kar) “Aaaahhh... sss... kya kar rahe ho... mmm...”
Vikki masti mein boobs daba raha tha aur Trupti lagatar moan kar rahi thi. Doosri taraf, Rahul bhi shant nahi tha. Usne Trupti ke dono haath pakad kar zabardasti piche ki taraf mod diye. Is wajah se Trupti ka seena aur bahar aa gaya aur uski bagalein (armpits) poori tarah khul gayin.


 





Rahul ki nazar Trupti ki clean-shaved, gori aur paseene se chamakti hui armpits par padi. Us nasheeli khushbu ne Rahul ko pagal bana diya. Usne socha: ‘Yaar, Maa aaj bhi kya hot lagti hai! Kitni sexy armpits hain saali ki... mann kar raha hai aaj yahi chat kar pyaas bujha loon.’
Rahul ne bina sharam ke apna munh Trupti ki bagal (armpit) mein ghusa diya aur wahan jama namkeen aur garam paseene ko chatna shuru kar diya. Woh apni jeebh se Trupti ki bagal ko kisi ice-cream ki tarah chat raha tha.
Vikki ne jab Rahul ko aise karte dekha toh wo zor se hansa. Vikki: “Saale! Bandi ko kutte jaisa chat raha hai be tu? Bada pyasa lag raha hai!”
Lekin Rahul ruka nahi, wo bas apni Maa ki mehak mein khoya hua tha. Vikki ne bhi apna khel aage badhaya. Usne apna ek haath Trupti ki tight bra ke cup ke andar daal diya. Uski ungliyan Trupti ke naram maans ko tatolte hue seedha nipple tak pahunchi.
Vikki ne Trupti ke khade hue nipple ko apni ungliyon mein pakda aur zor se daba (pinch) diya. Dard aur mazzay ki ek lehar Trupti ke jism mein daud gayi.
Trupti: (Sisakte hue) “Is... ahhh... dukh raha hai... par... mat ruko... mmm...”
Trupti ke bade soft boobs Vikki ke haath mein the aur wo nipple se khel raha tha. Trupti apni hi dhun mein mazzay le rahi thi. Tabhi Vikki ne Trupti ka ek haath (jo abhi tak Rahul ne pakad rakha tha) wahan se kheench liya aur use apne pant ke ubhaar (crotch) par rakh diya.
Trupti ne nashe mein mehsoos kiya ki uske haath ke neeche kuch sakht aur garam hai. Usne anjaane mein hi sahi, Vikki ke lund ko pant ke upar se hi mutthi mein pakad liya aur zor se daba diya.
Vikki: (Aankhein band karke) “Ohhh fuck... haan baby... daba ise... tera naya khilona yahi hai!”
Rahul bagal chat raha tha, Vikki nipple masal raha tha, aur Trupti Vikki ka lund daba rahi thi. Farmhouse aane se pehle hi gaadi ke andar pap ka ghada bhar chuka tha.





SUV ki raftar tez thi, par uske andar waqt jaise thamm gaya tha. Andhere mein sirf dashboard ki light aur Vikki ke mobile ki screen chamak rahi thi. Trupti poori tarah Vikki aur Rahul ke beech phans chuki thi. Uska dimaag sunn tha, par uska jism kisi jwalamukhi ki tarah dhadhak raha tha.
Vikki ne Trupti ke chehre se apna munh hataya aur ek shaitani muskaan ke saath apne pant ki zip par haath rakha. ‘Zzzzip...’ ki ek halki aawaaz aayi aur Vikki ne apna pant khol diya. Andar se uska sakht lund phan uthaye bahar aane ko betaab tha.
Vikki ne zabardasti Trupti ka naram haath pakda aur use seedha apne nange lund par rakh diya. Trupti ne jaise hi us garam aur sakht maans ko chhua, uski ungliyan apne aap us par kas gayin.
Vikki: (Kaan mein fusfusate hue) “Meri randi... chal shuru ho ja. Isse masal... ise pyaar kar. Aaj ye tera naya khilona hai.”
Trupti nashe mein thi, use samajh nahi aa raha tha ki ye kiska lund hai, bas use wo garmi acchi lag rahi thi. Woh Vikki ke lund ko dheere-dheere apni mutthi mein lekar upar-neeche masalne (stroke) lagi. Vikki ne gardan piche phenk di aur maze se aankhein band kar lin.

Vikki ne ek haath se Trupti ko sambhala aur doosre haath se apna mobile nikal kar Video Recording on kar di. Flash light ki jagah usne 'Night Mode' on kiya taaki sab saaf dikhe par zyada chamak na ho.
Mobile ki screen par wo nazara record ho raha tha jo Trupti ki zindagi barbad karne ke liye kaafi tha— Ek Maa apne bete ke dost ka lund masal rahi thi, aur uska apna beta (Rahul) uski gardan aur gaalon ko chum raha tha. Vikki ne camera ko adjust kiya taaki Trupti ka chehra aur uska lund ek frame mein aa sake.
Vikki: (Video banate hue, Rahul ko order dete hue) “Oye Rahul... bohot chat liya tune. Ab maal ko kholne ka waqt aa gaya hai. Iska bra aur blouse khol. Mujhe iske khazane dekhne hain.”
Rahul ek pal ke liye thithaka. Usne socha, ‘Yaar, ye toh meri Maa hai... Vikki ke saamne isse nanga karna...’ Par Vikki ki aankhon mein dhamki aur camera ki recording dekh kar wo majboor ho gaya. Aur sach kahun toh, Rahul khud bhi un chhupe hue pahadon ko dekhne ke liye tadap raha tha.
Rahul ne kaampte hathon se Trupti ke Black Gown ki zip piche se neeche ki aur andar pehni hui Black Bra ke hook par ungliyan rakhi. Trupti nashe mein jhool rahi thi.
‘Khatt...’ ki ek aawaaz aayi aur bra ka hook khul gaya.
Rahul ne dheere se Trupti ke gown aur bra ko samne se neeche khiska diya. Jaise hi kapda hata, Trupti ke dudhiya safed (milky white) boobs azad ho gaye. Wo rubber ki ball ki tarah uchhal kar bahar aa gaye.


Nazara dekh kar Rahul aur Vikki, dono ki saansein atak gayin. Trupti ke boobs kisi bhi angle se 45 saal ki aurat ke nahi lag rahe the. Wo ekdum tight, gol aur bhare hue the. Unmein budhape ka koi nishaan nahi tha, wo gurutvakarshan (gravity) ko maat de rahe the.
Unke upar lage Pink Nipples thand aur excitement ki wajah se akad kar khade ho gaye the. Aisa lag raha tha jaise do raseele anar (pomegranates) khane ke liye taiyaar hon.
Rahul ke lund ne toh ye nazara dekh kar paint mein hi paani chhod diya (pre-cum). Wo bas ghurta reh gaya.
Vikki: (Lallar tapkate hue) “Saale kamine Rahul! Isiliye tu ise mere saath share nahi karna chahta tha? Kya kadak maal hai yaar ye! Iske boobs toh kisi 20 saal ki virgin ladki se bhi zyada tight hain.”
Vikki ne mobile side mein rakha aur apna munh seedha Trupti ke Right Boob par de maara. Usne Trupti ka pink nipple apne munh mein bhara aur use zor se choosna shuru kar diya.
Trupti: (Zor se) “Aaaahhhh... sss... haan... aur zor se... mmm...”
Vikki kisi bhookhe janwar ki tarah nipple ko chaba raha tha. Trupti ko itna maza aa raha tha ki usne apne dono haath Vikki ke sir par rakh diye aur use apne boob par daba diya, jaise wo chahti ho ki Vikki uske andar ghus jaye.
Nashe aur mazzay ke beech Trupti ki zubaan fisal gayi. Usne apne pati ka naam pukaara: Trupti: “Ahhh... Sanjeev... sss... Sanjeev... chusooo... ahhh...!”
Vikki nipple chhod kar zor se hansa. Vikki: (Hanste hue) “Sun raha hai Rahul? Lagta hai tere se pehle bhi iska koi 'Sanjeev' bana hua hai jiska naam ye le rahi hai. Tera baap yaad aa gaya ise!”
Rahul ko ye sun kar apne baap (Sanjeev) par gussa aaya aur jalan bhi hui. Par us jalan ne uski hawas ko aur bhadka diya. Usne socha, ‘Aaj main dikhata hoon ki Sanjeev se behtar main choos sakta hoon.’
Rahul ne aage badh kar Trupti ke Left Boob par hamla bol diya. Usne poora boob apne haath mein bhara aur nipple ko zabaan se chatne aur choosne laga.



Ab gaadi ki pichli seat par ek ajeeb sa nazara tha. Trupti beech mein thi, uska sar piche seat par tika hua tha, aankhein band thin aur munh khula hua tha jisse lagatar “Ahhh... Ohhh... Umm...” ki aawaazein aa rahi thin.
Uske Right Boob ko Vikki choos raha tha aur Left Boob ko uska apna beta Rahul. Dono kisi doodh-pite bache ki tarah, par hawas ke saath, uski chhati ko nichod rahe the. Trupti ka daya haath (right hand) abhi bhi Vikki ke pant mein tha aur wo uske khade lund ko zor-zor se hila rahi thi.

SUV abhi Farmhouse se sirf 2 km door thi. Andar ka maahaul poori tarah garam tha, Vikki apne climax par tha aur Trupti ki chikhon ka maza le raha tha. Tabhi achanak Driver ne break lagaya aur ghabraate hue bola:
Driver: “Vikki Babu... sambhaliye! Aage security officer ka check naka hai. Badi checking chal rahi hai.”
Vikki, jo bas apna cum Trupti ke chehre par nikaalne hi wala tha, yeh sunkar aag-babula ho gaya. Vikki: (Gusse mein) “Hatt saala! In thullo ko bhi abhi marna tha? Mood ki maa-behen kar di!”
Vikki ne jhallaate hue apna lund Trupti ke haath se kheencha. Woh gusse mein phufkar raha tha. Usne jaldi se apni zip lagayi aur piche ki seat se uth kar aage passenger seat par ja baitha.
Rahul ki bhi halat kharab ho gayi. Usne jaldi se Trupti ko sambhala. Trupti nashe mein poori tarah ludhak gayi thi aur Rahul ki godh mein sar rakh kar leti hui thi. Rahul ne ghabrahat mein Trupti ka Black Gown upar kheench kar uske boobs dhake aur dress thik ki, haalaanki Trupti ke baal bikhre hue the aur lipstick phaili hui thi.

Gaadi check post par ruki. Kismat dekho, yeh wahi check naka tha jahan kuch der pehle Inspector Vijay aur Hawaldar Bosle ne Trupti ko roka tha. Vijay ne SUV ko pehchan liya.
Vijay dande se sheeshe par khat-khataya. Driver ne sheesha neeche kiya. Vijay: (Sakht aawaz mein) “Kya chal raha hai andar? Itni raat ko kahan bhaage ja rahe ho? Light jalao!”
Vikki ne mann hi mann gaali di par light jala di. Vijay ne apni torch (flashlight) seedha piche ki seat par maari. Roshni seedha Rahul aur uski godh mein padi Trupti par giri. Trupti behosh si halat mein thi, uska chehra laal tha aur kapde thode ast-vyast.
Vijay: (Shakk karte hue) “Ye ladki kaun hai? Aur is halat mein kya kar rahi hai? Tum log iske saath kuch galat karne ki soch rahe the kya?”
Rahul darr gaya, usne jaldi se jawab diya. Rahul: “Nahi Sir! Aisa kuch nahi hai. Ye... Ye meri Girlfriend hai. Hum bas party se aa rahe hain, thodi zyada pee li hai isne. Hum wapas hostel ja rahe hain.”
Vijay: (Ghurte hue) “Hostel ja rahe ho ya kahin aur? Shakal se toh tum log sharif nahi lagte. Bahar niklo sab! License aur Registration nikalo. Abhi tumhare ghar phone karta hoon, dekhte hain maa-baap kya kehte hain.”
‘Ghar pe phone’ ka naam sunte hi Rahul ki phat gayi. Agar Sanjeev (Trupti ke pati/Rahul ke papa) ko pata chala toh sab khatam. Lekin Vikki gusse mein tha.

Vikki gusse mein car se neeche utra. Usne socha ki ye mamla power se hi suljhega. Vikki: (Akad kar) “Oye Inspector! Awaaz neeche. Jaante nahi ho kisse baat kar rahe ho? Mere papa MLA [Politician ka naam] hain. Agar maine abhi ek call ghuma diya na, toh wardi utarte der nahi lagegi. Chupchap jaane de.”
Politician ka naam sunte hi Vijay thoda thithaka. Woh samajh gaya ki ye bade baap ki bigdi aulaad hai. Seedha panga lena mehenga pad sakta hai. Lekin Vijay bhi khiladi tha, usne Trupti ko pehchan liya tha aur wo itni aasani se 'maal' ko jaane nahi dena chahta tha.
Vijay: (Thoda naram padte hue, par shatir dimaag se) “Achha... MLA sahab ke bete ho? Pehle batana chahiye tha na. Dekho beta, main rok nahi raha hoon. Par masla ye hai ki tumhare saath ladki hai, aur wo bhi nashe mein dhut hai.”
Vijay ne upar lage CCTV camera ki taraf ishara kiya. Vijay: “Woh dekho, upar camera laga hai. Control room mein sab dikh raha hai ki ladki kis halat mein hai. Agar maine tumhe aise hi jaane diya aur aage kuch ho gaya, toh meri naukri jayegi aur tumhare papa ki badnaami hogi.”
Vikki chid gaya. Vikki: “Toh kya chahte ho?”
Vijay: (Muskurate hue) “Safety zaroori hai. Main tumhe akele nahi jaane de sakta. Meri Patrolling Van tumhare peeche-peeche aayegi. Woh tumhe seedha College Hostel tak drop karegi taaki ladki safe pahunch jaye. Raste mein kahin aur (Farmhouse) rukne ka koi scene nahi hoga.”
Vikki ka dimaag kharab ho gaya. Vijay ne badi safayi se uska Farmhouse plan chaupat kar diya tha. Agar security officer van peeche hogi, toh wo Trupti ko Farmhouse nahi le ja sakta. Use majbooran Hostel hi jana padega.
Rahul: (Dheere se Vikki se) “Yaar Vikki... maan ja. Agar isne ghar phone kar diya toh lode lag jayenge. Farmhouse kabhi aur chal lenge.”
Vikki ne gusse mein pair patka. Vikki: “Theek hai! Bhejo apni van. Par jaldi karo.”
Vikki wapas car mein baitha. Driver ne gaadi start ki. Piche Trupti abhi bhi Rahul ki godh mein padi thi, bekhabar ki uski izzat aaj security officer ki wajah se Vikki se toh bach gayi, par Vijay ki nazron mein chad gayi hai.
SUV aage badhi aur uske theek peeche security officer ki jeep lag gayi. Vikki steering wheel par mukka maar raha tha kyunki uske haath aaya 'shikaar' aaj raat ke liye chhut gaya tha.




Jaise hi Vikki ki kaali SUV security officer van ki nigrani mein aage badhi, check post par khade Hawaldar Bosle ne dande ko zameen par patka aur nirasha se bola.
Bosle: “Arre yaar Sahab! Aaj toh kismat hi kharab thi. Wo ladki poori dhut thi, agar wo bade baap ki aulad saath na hoti, toh aaj humare maze hi maze the. Us gori chamdi ko masalne ka maza hi kuch aur hota.”
Inspector Vijay ne apni cigarette jalayi aur SUV ki laal battiyon ko door jate hue dekha. Uske chehre par ek shaitani sukoon tha.
Vijay: (Dhuan udate hue) “Dheeraj rakho Bosle ji. Aisi apsara ke liye thoda intezaar toh banta hai. Koi nahi, saath mein gaadi bheji hai na? Ab humein pata chal jayega ki wo kaunse college aur hostel mein rehti hai. Aaj nahi toh kal, shikaar toh humara hi hoga. Baad mein jayenge na college mein 'investigation' ke bahane... tab koi baap ka beta beech mein nahi aayega.”
Dono security officer wale zor se hanse, unki hansi mein Trupti ke liye ek naya jaal buna ja raha tha.

security officer van ki nigrani mein Vikki ko majbooran gaadi seedha hostel ke gate par rokni padi. Rahul ne piche ka darwaza khola aur nashe mein jhoolti hui Trupti ko bahar nikala. Trupti ke pair zameen par tik nahi rahe the, wo poori tarah Rahul ke sahare thi.
Rahul use kisi tarah ghaseet-te hue uske room tak le gaya. Andar pahunch kar usne Trupti ko bed par patak diya. Trupti ka Black Gown upar chadh gaya tha, uski nangi jaanghein aur bikhre hue baal use kisi ujdi hui rani ki tarah dikha rahe the.
Rahul wahi khada hokar apni bebas Maa ko dekhne laga. Uska lund abhi bhi paint mein tana hua tha, dard kar raha tha. Usne socha:
“Shit yaar! Kash wo Inspector na hota toh aaj Farmhouse par Trupti ki cheekhein goonj rahi hoti. Maine socha tha aaj iski chut ko kutton ki tarah chodunga, Vikki ke saath milkar iska har chhed bhar dunga. Sali Maa bhi aisi mili hai jo dikhne mein kisi Top Pornstar se kam nahi hai. Iski ye halat dekh kar toh aur bhi mann kar raha hai ki yahi chodh doon.”
Lekin corridor mein Warden ki aawaz sunkar Rahul darr gaya. Usne Trupti ko wahi choda, light band ki aur darwaza bahar se band karke nikal gaya. Trupti apne kamre mein akeli, nashe aur adhuri hawas ke saath bed par padi reh gayi.

Rahul jab wapas parking mein aaya, toh security officer van wahan se ja chuki thi. Vikki gusse mein gaadi ke tyre par laat maar raha tha.
Vikki: (Gali dete hue) “Madarch**d! Saala poora mood kharab kar diya us thulle ne. Itna mast maal haath mein tha, poora garam karke chhodna pada.”
Vikki ke andar ki aag abhi shant nahi hui thi. Trupti ko na chod pane ka gussa aur lund ki garmi use pagal kar rahi thi. Usne turant apna phone nikala aur Shital ko call lagaya.
Vikki: (Phone par) “Kahan hai tu? Jaldi mere room pe aa, ya main pick karne aaun? ... Haan, bas abhi mood kharab hai, tu aaja, garmi nikalni hai.”
Phone kaatne ke baad Vikki ne Rahul ki taraf dekha. Vikki: “Sun Rahul, main ja raha hoon Shital ko uthane. Mera lund phat raha hai, aaj Trupti ki saari kasar Shital par nikalunga. Tujhe aana hai toh bol? Tu bhi maar lena ek-do shot.”
Rahul ka mood abhi kharab tha. Wo apni Maa ko us halat mein dekh kar aaya tha aur Farmhouse wala plan fail hone se wo chidchida ho gaya tha.
Rahul: “Nahi yaar... mera mood nahi hai abhi. Tu hi ja.”
Vikki: “Theek hai, teri marzi. Par yaad rakhna, Trupti bach nahi payegi. Aaj nahi toh kal, wo mere neeche hogi.”
Vikki gusse mein gaadi mein baitha aur tezi se nikal gaya—Shital ki taraf, taaki Trupti ki pyaas wo Shital ke jism se bujha sake. Rahul wahi andhere mein khada reh gaya, ek ajeeb si uljhan aur hawas ke beech phansa hua.