Incest Maa bani Classmate

[Joker44]

Subah ki pehli kiran jab hostel ke kamre mein aayi, toh Trupti ki aankhein bohari bhari huyi khulin. Uska sir kisi bhari patthar ki tarah dard kar raha tha. Kal raat ka nasha aur woh ‘Blue Pill’ ka asar abhi bhi uske jism ko tode hue tha. Trupti ne badi mushkil se khud ko bistar se uthaya aur saamne lage aaine (mirror) mein khud ko dekha.
Uska haal dekh kar wo khud dang reh gayi. Uske baal jungliyon ki tarah bikhre hue the. Kal raat ki wo glossy pink lipstick ab uske honthon ke kinaron par buri tarah phail chuki thi, jaise kisi ne uske honthon ko berahmi se chusa ho. Kajal beh kar gaalon tak aa gaya tha.
Jab Trupti chalne ke liye khadi hui, toh use apni jaanghon (thighs) ke beech ek ajeeb sa geelapan mehsoos hua. Usne check kiya toh paya ki uski panty poori tarah chipchipi ho gayi thi. Uske dimaag mein sawal utha— ‘Kya hua tha kal raat? Kya main itni garam ho gayi thi ki meri heat (fluids) ne poori panty gili kar di?’ Lekin use yaad nahi aa raha tha ki ye heat kis wajah se nikli thi. Use Vikki ka lund pakadna, Rahul ka bagal chatna, ya wo SUV wala scene... kuch bhi yaad nahi tha.
Usne table se pani ki bottle uthayi aur ek hi saans mein poori bottle khaali kar di. Thanda pani gale se niche utara toh dimaag ka kohra thoda saaf hua. Usne jaldi se shower liya, gungune pani ne uske thake hue jism ko thoda aaram diya.

Fresh hone ke baad, Trupti ka hangover thoda kam hua, par curiosity badh gayi. Usne towel lapeta aur turant Kriti ko call lagaya taaki kal raat ka sach jaan sake.
Trupti: (Phone par) “Hello Kriti... yaar mera sir phat raha hai. Mujhe kuch theek se yaad nahi aa raha. Kal raat Pub mein kya hua tha?”
Kriti: (Excitement mein) “Arre Trupti! Tujhe yaad nahi? Kal toh full drama hua tha. Wo do sadak-chaap ladke tujhe pareshan kar rahe the, tab Abhay ne entry maari thi! Usne unhe peeta aur Bouncers se bahar phikwa diya. Phir tum dono ne dance kiya... uff! Kya romantic lag rahe the tum dono.”
Trupti ke chehre par ek halki muskaan aa gayi. Trupti: “Achha? Aur uske baad?”
Kriti: “Uske baad tum kaafi high ho gayi thi. Phir Rahul aaya aur tumhe wahan se lekar chala gaya. Usne kaha ki wo tumhe long drive par le ja raha hai ya seedha hostel chhod dega. Bas uske baad hum bhi nikal gaye.”
Trupti ne socha— ‘Rahul lekar gaya tha...’ Lekin uske baad ka safar ek ‘Black Hole’ ki tarah tha. Use bas itna yaad tha ki wo Rahul ke saath thi, par uske jism par ye nishaan aur ye thakan kuch aur hi ishara kar rahe the. Usne socha, ‘Shayad Rahul ne mujhe sambhala hoga... main baad mein usse pooch lungi.’



Call katne ke baad, Trupti dressing table ke saamne baith gayi aur ready hone lagi. Par uska dimaag ab Rahul par nahi, balki Abhay par atak gaya tha.
Use wo pal yaad aane lage jab Abhay ne use un gundo se bachaya tha. Wo protective nature, wo gussa jo usne Trupti ki izzat ke liye dikhaya tha. Phir wo dance... jab Abhay ne use apni baahon mein jakda tha. Trupti ko yaad aaya ki kaise Abhay ki aankhon mein sirf aur sirf pyaar tha, hawas nahi.
Trupti ne apne seene par haath rakha. Use apne pet mein gudgudi mehsoos ho rahi thi—wahi Butterflies jo ek teenage ladki ko apne pehle crush ke liye feel hoti hain. Trupti aaine mein dekh kar blush (sharma) karne lagi. Uski aankhein chamak uthin.
“Wo kitna caring hai... kitna handsome hai. Jab usne mujhe pakda tha, toh main kitna safe feel kar rahi thi. Us intense moment mein, jab hum kiss karne wale the...”
Achanak Trupti ka haath ruk gaya. Ek jhatke mein Guilt wapas aa gaya. Usne apni maang (hairline) dekhi jahan sindoor hona chahiye tha, par ab wo ek college student ban kar reh rahi thi.
“Main ye kya soch rahi hoon? Main Sanjeev ki biwi hoon... Rahul ki Maa hoon! Mera beta aur pati isi college mein hain, aur main kisi paraye ladke ke baare mein aise romantic khayal bun rahi hoon? Ye galat hai Trupti... ye bohot galat hai.”
Lekin dil aur dimaag ki ladayi mein, dil aksar jeet jata hai. Guilt ke bawajood, Abhay ka wo ‘Macho Avatar’ Trupti ke zehen se nikal nahi raha tha. Usne ek gehri saans li, khud ko taiyaar kiya, aur college jane ke liye room se nikli—ye faisla karke ki wo Rahul se kal raat ka sach poochegi, par mann hi mann Abhay se milne ki ek chupi hui chahat lekar.

College ka maahaul subah-subah kaafi vibrant tha. Trupti jab corridor mein dakhil hui, toh sabki nazrein us par jam gayin. Aaj usne ek Tight Sleeveless Kurti pehni thi. Rang behad sober tha—halka neela aur safed—jo dekhne mein toh ‘sanskari’ lag raha tha, par uski fitting itni tight thi ki Trupti ka 38 inch ka seena kurti ke kapde ko cheer kar bahar aane ko betaab lag raha tha. Uski sudol baahein (arms) nangi thin aur gori chamdi chamak rahi thi.

Samne hi Rahul aur Vikki khade the. Trupti ne Rahul ko dekha toh uske chehre par ek pyari si muskaan aa gayi. Lekin jaise hi uski nazar Vikki par padi, uske maathe par shikan aa gayi.
Trupti ko wo Bus wala incident yaad aa gaya jab picnic jate waqt Vikki ne bheed ka fayda utha kar apna lund uski gaand par ragda tha. Trupti ko Vikki se sakht nafrat thi. Usne Vikki ko gusse se ghura aur muh pher liya, jaise wo wahan maujood hi na ho.







Rahul ne Trupti ko aata dekh aage badha aur bina kisi darr ke sabke saamne Trupti ko Hug kar liya. Trupti bhi uski baahon mein sama gayi. Rahul ne mauka dekh kar Trupti ke hothon par ek soft kiss kiya.


Trupti: (Dheere se, Rahul ke kaan mein) “Rahul... beta, kal raat aakhir hua kya tha? Mera sir abhi bhi bhari hai aur mujhe kuch theek se yaad nahi aa raha. Hum wahan se kaise nikle?”
Rahul ke dil ki dhadkan tez ho gayi, par usne chehre par masoomiyat laate hue jhooth bol diya.
Rahul: “Kuch nahi Maa... wo Abhay ki niyat mujhe theek nahi lag rahi thi. Wo aapke bohot kareeb aa raha tha, toh mujhe gussa aa gaya. Main aapko wahan se lekar nikal gaya. Raste mein aap thoda emotional ho gayi thin, humne gaadi mein thoda... romance kiya... bas wahi natak, aur phir maine aapko hostel chhod diya.”
Trupti ne chain ki saans li. Use laga ki uska beta use protect kar raha tha. Abhay ke liye jo attraction subah mehsoos hua tha, wo Rahul ki is baat se thoda kamzor pad gaya.
Trupti: (Rahul ke dono gaal pyaar se khinchte hue) “Mera pyara beta! Tu kitna khayal rakhta hai apni Maa ka. I love you.”
Phir Trupti ko yaad aaya ki wo college mein hain aur log unhe Couple samajhte hain. Usne apni ‘Girlfriend’ wali acting jari rakhi aur Rahul ke hothon par ek aur chhota sa Kiss diya.
Trupti: (Tez aawaz mein) “Bye Baby! Class ke baad milte hain.”
Trupti apni kurti ko adjust karte hue, matakti hui chaal ke saath wahan se nikal gayi. Rahul use jaate hue dekhta raha, khush tha ki uska raaz (Vikki aur security officer wala) filhal dafan hai.



Trupti ke jaane ke baad Vikki, jo ab tak chupchap khada tha, Rahul ke paas aaya.
Vikki: (Ghurte hue) “Kya boli teri maal? Kuch yaad hai use kal raat ka? Ya security officer wale ka?”
Rahul: (Muskurate hue) “Nahi bhai, bach gaye. Use kuch yaad nahi. Maine bol diya ki humne bas romance kiya tha. Wo maan gayi.”
Vikki ne Trupti ki jaati hui figure ko dekha. Tight kurti mein Trupti ki hilthi hui gaand use pagal kar rahi thi.
Vikki: (Hotho par jeebh pherte hue) “Saali... kismat achhi hai iski. Kal raat bach gayi, warna aaj chalne layak nahi rehti. Par dekh na Rahul... aaj bhi kya patakha lag rahi hai. Ye sanskari kapdon mein toh aur bhi randi lagti hai.”
Rahul ko bura laga par wo chup raha.
Vikki: “Koi baat nahi... Bakre ki maa kab tak khair manayegi. Iski toh main leke rahunga. Tu bas dekhta ja, agla plan fail nahi hoga.”
Vikki ki aankhon mein abhi bhi wahi bhookh thi, aur Rahul jaanta tha ki ye khel abhi khatam nahi hua hai.


College ke lectures khatam ho chuke the. Shaam ka waqt tha aur suraj dhalne ko tha. Campus ke garden mein thandi hawa chal rahi thi. Trupti, Kriti, Shital aur do aur ladkiyan ek gol ghere mein ghaas par baithi thin. Trupti aaj us Sleeveless Kurti mein qayamat lag rahi thi, aur uske chehre par subah wala hangover ab ek haseen glow mein badal chuka tha.

Baaton ka silsila shuru hua aur ghum-fir kar topic wahi aa gaya— Kal Raat ka Hungama aur Abhay. Kriti, jo Abhay ki madad karne ka waada kar chuki thi, usne baat shuru ki.
Kriti: (Trupti ko kohni maarte hue) “Oye Heroine! Sach bata, kal raat kaisa laga jab Abhay ne filmi hero ki tarah entry maari? Kasam se, jab usne us ladke ko mukka mara na, toh poora pub dekhta reh gaya tha.”
Trupti sharma gayi aur apni kurti ke kinare se khelne lagi. Trupti: “Dhatt... Kriti, tu bhi na! Bas usne madad ki, aur kuch nahi.”
Shital: (Masti mein) “Sirf madad? Arre Trupti, hum andhe nahi hain. Maine dekha tha kaise wo tujhe apni baahon mein lekar dance kar raha tha. Uff... tum dono ki chemistry! Aisa lag raha tha jaise koi Made for Each Other couple dance kar raha ho.”
Ek aur ladki boli: “Haan yaar! Sach kahun Trupti? Bura mat manna, par tu aur Abhay ekdam Perfect Couple lagte ho. Height, personality, looks... sab match karta hai. Wo tujhe kaise protect kar raha tha, jaise tu uski duniya ho.”
Trupti ka chehra sharam se tamatar jaisa laal ho gaya. Usne apne dono haathon se apna chehra dhak liya aur hans padi. Use bilkul waisa hi mehsoos ho raha tha jaise 16 saal ki umra mein hota hai jab saheliyan kisi ladke ke naam se chedti hain.

Kriti ne loha garam dekh kar hathoda maara. Wo chahti thi ki Trupti ke dimaag mein Abhay ke liye soft corner ban jaye.
Kriti: “Yaar Trupti, main tera bhala chahti hoon isliye bol rahi hoon. Rahul theek hai, pyara hai... par wo bacha hai yaar. Wo tujhe wo security nahi de sakta jo Abhay de sakta hai. Abhay ek MARD hai. Dekha nahi kaise usne stand liya tere liye?”
Trupti: (Dheere se, muskurate hue) “Par Rahul mera Boyfriend hai na... main use dhokha kaise de sakti hoon?”
Shital: (Beech mein bolte hue) “Arre dhokha kaisa? Breakup kar le na! Waise bhi college life hai, yahan partners badalte rehte hain. Aur waise bhi, Rahul thoda possessive aur immature lagta hai. Abhay ko dekh... Classy, Rich, Muscular aur tere liye Pagal! Agar main teri jagah hoti na, toh Rahul ko tata-bye-bye bolti aur Abhay ki godh mein ja baithti.”
Sab ladkiyan zor se hans padin. Trupti bhi apni hansi nahi rok payi. Uske dil mein Gudgudi (Butterflies) ho rahi thi. Ek taraf uska beta Rahul tha jo use chup-chap chodta tha, aur doosri taraf Abhay tha jo duniya ke saamne use apna banane ka dam rakhta tha.
Trupti: (Blush karte hue) “Tum log pagal ho gayi ho! Aisa kuch nahi hone wala. Abhay sirf... sirf dost hai.”
Kriti: (Chedte hue) “Haan haan... 'Sirf Dost'. Jiske saath dance karte waqt tu pighal rahi thi. Dekh lena Trupti, ek din tu khud jakar Abhay ko 'Haan' bolegi. Bechara kab se tere peeche laga hai, ek chance toh de de use!”
Trupti ne nazrein jhuka lin, par uske hothon par ek soft smile thi. Wo mana kar rahi thi, par andar hi andar use ye attention, ye comparison, aur Abhay ka wo Macho Image bohot pasand aa raha tha. Wo khud ko ek Teenager Girl samajh rahi thi jiske peeche college ke sabse handsome ladke pade hain.
Door khade hokar Rahul ye sab dekh raha tha. Use sunayi toh nahi de raha tha, par Trupti ka sharmaana aur ladkiyon ka hansna use bata raha tha ki uski Maa ke dimaag mein Abhay ka zeher ghola ja raha hai.


Shaam ki sunehri dhoop ab dheere-dheere dhal rahi thi. Garden mein ladkiyon ki hansi-mazak chal hi rahi thi ki tabhi wahan Abhay apne doston ke group (boys gang) ke saath aa pahuncha. Uske chalne ka andaaz kisi raja jaisa tha, par jaise hi uski nazar Trupti par padi, uske kadam wahi jam gaye.

Aaj Trupti ek alag hi roop mein thi. Usne ek Sleeveless Punjabi Suit (Kurti aur Patiala Salwar) pehna tha. Halka gulabi rang uski gori chamdi par khil raha tha. Gale mein ek patla sa dupatta tha jo hawa mein udd raha tha, aur maathe par ek chhoti si bindi lagi thi.

Abhay ne Trupti ko aksar modern aur hot kapdon mein dekha tha, par aaj ye desi avatar dekh kar uska dil pighal gaya. Vikki aur Rahul usme sirf 'maal' dekhte the, par Abhay ko aaj usme ek ‘Wife Material’ dikha. Use laga jaise ye woh aurat hai jo subah chai ka cup lekar uske bistar par aayegi, jo uska ghar sambhalegi. Uski sadgi mein ek aisi kashish thi jo kisi bhi nangi aurat se zyada powerful thi.

Abhay: (Mann mein) “Yaar... agar ye meri biwi ban jaye, toh zindagi kitni khubsurat ho jayegi. Ye sirf bistar garam karne ke liye nahi, dil mein basane ke liye bani hai.”


Abhay Trupti ke paas aaya. Uski aankhon mein wo waalat (intensity) thi jisne Trupti ko andar tak hila diya.

Abhay: (Naram aawaz mein) “Hi Trupti.”

Trupti: (Palke jhukaate hue) “H..Hi Abhay.”

Trupti ne jab Abhay ki taraf dekha, toh use apne pet mein wahi Butterflies (Titliyan) udti mehsoos huin. Wo ek 40 saal ki aurat aur ek jawan ladke ki Maa thi, par is waqt wo kisi 16 saal ki college girl ki tarah feel kar rahi thi jo apne crush ko dekh kar sharma rahi ho. Uski saansein atak rahi thin.

Sab log wahin ghaas par baith gaye. Baaton ka topic badal kar aane wale College Elections par aa gaya.

Ek Dost: “Bhai log, agle hafte 2nd Year ke liye Class Representative (CR) ke elections hain. Is baar Boys ki taraf se kaun khada hoga?”

Abhay: (Confident hokar) “Boys ki taraf se main khada ho raha hoon. Poori tayari hai. Koi mere saamne tikne wala nahi hai.”

Sabne taaliyan bajayi. Phir Kriti ne shaitani smile ke saath Trupti ki taraf dekha.

Kriti: “Boys ka toh fix ho gaya. Toh Girls ki taraf se Trupti khadi hogi! Kyun girls?”

Baaki ladkiyon ne haan mein haan milayi. “Haan Trupti! Tu best hai, tujhe hi khada hona chahiye.”

Trupti ghabra gayi. Wo yahan padhne aur Rahul par nazar rakhne aayi thi, netagiri karne nahi.

Trupti: (Mana karte hue) “Nahi nahi yaar... main nahi. Mujhe padhai karni hai, assignments poore karne hain. In sab jhamelon mein mujhe koi interest nahi hai.”


Abhay Trupti ke bagal mein hi baitha tha. Usne thoda jhuk kar, taaki sirf Trupti sun sake, ek behad romantic line maari.

Abhay: (Whisper karte hue) “Padhai toh hoti rahegi Trupti... par kya sirf padhai mein hi interest hai? Mujhme bhi interest nahi hai?”

Trupti ka chehra sharam se laal (flustered) ho gaya. Usne hairani aur sharam se Abhay ko dekha. Abhay ki aankhon mein masti aur challenge dono tha. Trupti ki dhadkan tez ho gayi.

Abhay: (Sabke saamne bolte hue) “Arre Trupti, tum tension kyun leti ho? Main hoon na. Tum bas form bharo. Jeetane ki zimmedari meri, aur CR banne ke baad saara kaam bhi main sambhal lunga. Tumhe bas mere saath rehna hoga.”

Abhay ki baat mein ek double meaning tha—‘Saath rehna’. Trupti uske confidence se haar gayi. Use laga ki agar Abhay saath hai toh sab aasaan hoga.

Trupti: (Muskurate hue) “Theek hai... agar tum saara kaam sambhaloge, toh main khadi ho jati hoon. Par jeetne ke baad main sirf naam ki CR rahungi, mehnat tumhe karni padegi.”

“Wohoooo!” Sabne zor se cheer kiya. “Trupti Bhabhi Zindabad!” (kisi ne dheere se kaha par shor mein dab gaya).



Shor-sharabe aur hansi-mazak ke beech, neeche zameen par ek alag hi khel shuru ho gaya tha. Trupti ne apna haath ghaas par rakha hua tha. Abhay ne mauka dekha aur apna haath dheere se khiska kar Trupti ke haath ke paas le aaya.

Pehle uski chhoti ungli (pinky finger) ne Trupti ki ungli ko chhua. Trupti ke shareer mein current daud gaya, par usne haath hataya nahi. Use wo sparsh achha lag raha tha. Dheere-dheere Abhay ne apni ungliyan Trupti ki ungliyon mein phansa di.

Bahar sab log election ki planning kar rahe the, Kriti hans rahi thi, aur yahan Abhay aur Trupti ki ungliyan aapas mein khel rahi thin (playing with fingers). Abhay ka angutha Trupti ki hatheli ko sehla raha tha. Trupti ne darrte hue idhar-udhar dekha, par koi unhe nahi dekh raha tha.
Trupti ne bhi himmat karke apni ungli se Abhay ki ungli ko halka sa dabaya. Ye uski taraf se ‘Haan’ ka ek chupa hua ishara tha. Shaam ki wo thandi hawa, wo election ka shor, aur un dono ke beech ka wo chupa hua sparsh—Trupti ko ehsaas ho gaya tha ki wo ab Rahul ki ‘Maa’ ke role se phisal kar Abhay ki ‘Girlfriend’ banne ki raah par chal padi hai.




College mein maahaul badal chuka tha. Padhai-likhai piche chhut gayi thi aur charo taraf sirf Elections ka shor tha. Deewaron par posters chipkaye ja rahe the, nare lag rahe the, aur groups mein meeting ho rahi thin. Har taraf bas yahi charcha thi ki is baar college ka 'Power Couple' kaun banega.
Rahul aur Vikki, jo apne group ke saath canteen ki taraf ja rahe the, achanak Notice Board ke paas bheed dekh kar ruk gaye. Aaj final Nomination List lagne wali thi.
Vikki: (Cigarette ka dhuan udate hue) “Chal Rahul, dekh lete hain ki kis-kis chutiye ne form bhara hai. Boys side se toh main kisi chamche ko khada kar dunga, par Girls side se apni koi setting honi chahiye taaki attendance ka issue na ho.”
Rahul aur Vikki bheed ko dhakka dete hue aage badhe. Notice Board par 'Section A - Class Representative Candidates' ki list chipki hui thi.
Jaise hi Rahul ki nazar list par padi, uske pairon tale zameen khisak gayi. Uski aankhein fati ki fati reh gayin.

BOYS REPRESENTATIVE: Abhay Pratap Singh GIRLS REPRESENTATIVE: Trupti Sharma
Rahul ka dimaag sunn ho gaya. “Maa? Election mein? Aur mujhe bataya tak nahi?”

Vikki ne bhi wo naam padha aur uska chehra gusse se laal ho gaya. Usne Rahul ka collar pakad kar use bheed se thoda side mein kheencha.
Vikki: (Dahadte hue) “Abey! Ye kya bakchodi hai Rahul? Teri bandi election mein khadi hai, wo bhi Abhay ke panel se? Aur tujhe pata tak nahi?”
Rahul haklate hue bola. Rahul: “Yaar Vikki... sach mein mujhe nahi pata tha. Maa ne... I mean Trupti ne mujhe bataya hi nahi ki wo form bhar rahi hai.”
Vikki ne apna sar peeta. Vikki: “Tu chutiya hai kya be? Tujhe dikh nahi raha ye Abhay ki chaal hai? Wo saala Trupti ko CR (Class Representative) banvana chahta hai taaki wo dono Official Couple ban jayein.”
Rahul: “Isse kya farak padega?”
Vikki: (Rahul ke kandhe par ungli maar kar samjhate hue) “Bohot farak padega! Agar wo dono jeet gaye, toh saal bhar har meeting mein, har event mein, har project mein wo dono saath rahenge. Teachers unhe ek unit ki tarah treat karenge. ‘CR Meetings’ ke naam par wo Trupti ko library aur staff room mein ghanton bitha ke rakhega.”
Vikki ki aawaz mein ab darr aur jalan saaf dikh rahi thi. Vikki: “Aur tujhe pata hai Abhay kaisa hai. Wo Trupti ko emotional baaton mein phansa lega. Agar wo dono CR ban gaye, toh samjh le Trupti tere haath se gayi. Wo use pata lega, aur hum dekhte reh jayenge.”

Rahul ko Vikki ki baat mein sachayi dikh rahi thi. Use wo pal yaad aane lage jab Trupti ne kaha tha ki Abhay ne use bachaya, ya kaise wo Abhay ke saath comfortable hoti ja rahi hai. Aaj bina bataye election mein khada hona is baat ka saboot tha ki Trupti ab Rahul se baatein chupane lagi hai.
Lekin Vikki ke saamne wo kamzor nahi dikhna chahta tha.
Rahul: (Fake attitude dikhate hue) “Tu tension mat le Vikki. Trupti meri hai. Wo kuch bhi kare, control mera hi hai us par. Main abhi jaata hoon aur usse baat karta hoon.”
Vikki: (Sakhti se) “Sirf baat nahi karni hai Rahul. Use bol ki wo Election se apna naam wapas le. Ya fir hamare panel se khadi ho. Par Abhay ke saath bilkul nahi. Agar Trupti ne naam wapas nahi liya, toh main samjhunga ki tu apni bandi ko sambhal nahi sakta.”
Rahul: “Haan haan... main dekh lunga. Wo meri baat nahi talegi.”
Rahul wahan se nikal toh gaya, par uske andar Anxiety (Ghabrahat) ka toofan utha hua tha. Uska confidence hil chuka tha.
‘Mummy ne mujhe kyun nahi bataya? Kya wo Abhay ke itna kareeb aa gayi hain ki ab bete se zyada us par bharosa karne lagi hain? Agar wo CR ban gayi, toh Abhay ke saath roz waqt bitayegi... aur main bas dekhta reh jaunga.’
Rahul ne corridor mein dekha—door Trupti khadi thi. Wo Abhay aur uske doston ke beech mein thi, hans rahi thi, aur Abhay bade haq se uske kandhe par haath rakh kar kuch samjha raha tha. Ye nazara dekh kar Rahul ka khoon khual utha.


Rahul corridor ke ek kone mein deewar se tek lagaye khada tha. Uski nazrein lagatar us mod par tikee thin jahan se Trupti aane wali thi. Abhay ke saath election mein khade hone ki khabar ne Rahul ke andar insecurity aur gusse ki aag bhadka di thi, lekin usne tay kiya tha ki wo Trupti par gussa nikaalne ki bajaye us par apna haq jatayega.
Kuch hi der mein Trupti wahan aayi. Wo tezi se class ki taraf badh rahi thi, haath mein books thi aur chehre par wo naya confidence tha jo Abhay ke saath rehne se aaya tha. Rahul ne aage badh kar achanak Trupti ka haath pakad liya.
Trupti: (Chaukte hue) “Arre! Rahul?”
Rahul ne bina kuch bole use kheencha aur corridor ke andhere kone (corner) mein, seedhiyon (stairs) ke neeche le gaya jahan koi aasani se unhe dekh nahi sakta tha.
Trupti: (Ghabra kar) “Kya hua Beta? Aise kyu kheench rahe ho? Koi dekh lega.”
Rahul ne Trupti ko deewar se sata diya. Uski aankhon mein ek ajeeb si bhookh thi.
Rahul: (Dheemi par gambhir aawaz mein) “Mummy... humne bohot dinon se acting nahi ki hai. Logon ko doubt hone laga hai. Vikki keh raha tha ki aajkal hum couple kam aur maa-beta zyada lagte hain. Agar kisi ko shaq ho gaya toh sab gadbad ho jayegi.”
Trupti ne Rahul ko dekha. Use thoda ajeeb laga kyunki abhi subah hi toh usne Rahul ko kiss kiya tha.
Trupti: “Par Rahul... abhi main late ho rahi hoon class ke liye. Lecture shuru hone wala hai. Ye acting hum baad mein kar lenge na?”
Rahul: (Zidd karte hue) “Nahi! Abhi zaroori hai. Bas 5 minute de do. Please, mana mat karna.”
Trupti apne bete ki zidd ke aage jhuk gayi. Trupti: “Theek hai... jaldi karo jo karna hai.”

Rahul ne Trupti ke shareer ko upar se neeche tak nihara. Aaj uski Sleeveless Kurti kuch zyada hi tight thi. Kurti ka gala (neck) deep tha, jiske wajah se Trupti ke gore-gore boobs ki gehri ghati (cleavage) saaf dikh rahi thi. Pasine ki halki boondein us darar mein chamak rahi thin.
Rahul thoda aur kareeb aaya aur Trupti ki gardan ke paas naak le jakar gehri saans li. Trupti ke jism se aane wali mehengi perfume aur uski apni aurat wali mehak (natural scent) ne Rahul ke dimaag ko sunn kar diya. Wo khushbu seedha Rahul ke lund par asar kar gayi.
Rahul: (Mann mein) “Uff... kya khushbu hai Maa ke jism ki. Aur ye cleavage... mann kar raha hai abhi isme muh daal doon.”
Rahul ka lund paint mein lohe ki rod ban chuka tha. Wo horny ho gaya tha aur ab acting nahi, balki asliyat mein apni Maa ko feel karna chahta tha.





Rahul ne Trupti ki kamar pakdi aur use apne lund se chipka liya. Trupti ki aankhein badi ho gayin. Isse pehle ki wo kuch bolti, Rahul ne apna chehra aage badhaya aur Trupti ke hothon ko apne muh mein bhar liya.
Ye koi soft kiss nahi tha. Rahul ne agle hi pal apni jubaan (tongue) Trupti ke muh ke andar daal di. Trupti thodi jhhijhak (flustered) gayi, usne pehle apne hoth band karne chahe, par Rahul ka josh dekh kar wo pighal gayi.
Dhire-dheere Trupti ne bhi apni aankhein band kar lin aur apne bete ki jubaan ko apni jubaan se takrane diya. Dono ke beech saliva (thook) exchange hone laga. Trupti ke muh se “Mmm...” ki aawaazein aane lagi.
Kiss karte hue Rahul ka ek haath Trupti ki peeth par tha, aur doosra haath ghum kar aage aaya. Rahul ne Trupti ke Left Boob ko kurti ke upar se hi apne panje mein bhar liya.
Usne apni ungliyon ko gadate hue us naram maans ko zor se press (daba) kiya. Trupti ki saansein atak gayin.
Trupti: (Muh ke andar hi) “Mmmphhh... ummm...”
Rahul ne anguthe se nipple wali jagah ko ragda. Trupti ke pairon mein kamzori aane lagi. Wo bhool gayi ki ye acting hai ya sach, wo bas us masculine touch ka maza lene lagi. Uska haath Rahul ke baalon mein chala gaya aur wo use aur zor se apni taraf kheenchi.
College ke kone mein, ek Maa apne hi bete ke saath lip-lock karke khadi thi, aur uska beta uske stanon ko masal kar apni insecurity mita raha tha.


Andhere kone mein wo kiss aur bhi gehra aur wild hota ja raha tha. Rahul ki zabaan Trupti ke munh ki gehraiyon ko naap rahi thi, aur Trupti nasheeli madhoshi mein apne bete ke baalon ko mutthi mein bhiche huye thi. Dono ki saansein tez thi aur dil dhol ki tarah baj rahe the.
Achanak Rahul peeche hata. Dono haamp (gasping) rahe the, unki thook ki ek barik dhaar abhi bhi hothon se judi thi. Trupti ka chehra tamtama raha tha aur uski sleeveless kurti Rahul ki ragad se thodi upar chadh gayi thi.
Rahul: (Aankhon mein gussa late hue) “Mummy... maine notice board dekha. Aap election mein khadi ho rahi hain? Wo bhi us Abhay ke saath?”
Trupti: (Apne baal sambhalte hue) “Haan Rahul... wo doston ne thoda force kiya aur Abhay ne kaha ki wo sab sambhal lega, toh maine haan kar di. Isme bura kya hai?”
Rahul: (Dahaadte hue) “Bura ye hai ki aap abhi ke abhi apna naam Back-off (wapas) lengi! Aapko nahi pata, par Vikki aur mere liye ye bada issue banta ja raha hai. Abhay hamara dushman hai, aur aap uske kandhe se kandha mila kar khadi hongi? Ye nahi chalega!”
Trupti ne hairani se apne bete ko dekha. Use laga tha Rahul khush hoga, par yahan toh wo use order de raha tha. Trupti ne use samjhane ki koshish ki.
Trupti: “Beta, samjho... ye sirf ek college election hai. Isse hamare rishte ya tumhari dosti par kya asar padega? Main bas thoda involve hona chahti hoon...”
Rahul: (Beech mein tokte hue) “Maine keh diya na! Issue create ho raha hai. Vikki mujhse sawal puch raha hai. Aapko election se hatna hi hoga, bas!”
Trupti ki aankhon mein ab gusse ki chamak aa gayi. Ab tak wo Rahul ki har baat maanti aayi thi—chahe wo role-play ho ya jism ki bhookh—par aaj use mehsoos hua ki uska beta uski 'pehchan' hi mita raha hai.



Trupti: (Sakhti se) “Bas Rahul! Bahut ho gaya. Tum bhool rahe ho ki tum mujhse baat kar rahe ho. Tumhare Papa ne mujhe yahan sirf tumhari nigraani ke liye nahi, balki apni adhuri College Life ko dobara jeene ke liye bheja hai.”
Rahul: “Par Mummy...”
Trupti: (Ungli dikhate hue) “Mummy-vummy chhodo! Tum mere behalf par faisle nahi le sakte. Main badi hoon, aur main jaanti hoon mujhe kya karna hai. Agar tum aur tumhara wo ganda dost Vikki mere career ya elections ke beech aaye, toh mujhse bura koi nahi hoga. Main election ladungi, aur Abhay ke saath hi ladungi!”
Rahul sunn reh gaya. Usne pehli baar apni Maa ke chehre par wo 'Alpha Woman' wala rob dekha tha. Trupti ne apna bag uthaya, apni kurti ko ek jhatke se thik kiya aur Rahul ko wahi zaleel halat mein chhod kar gusse mein class ki taraf nikal gayi.
Rahul wahan khada kaanp raha tha. Use darr tha ki agar Trupti nahi maani, toh Vikki use college mein nanga kar dega, aur doosri taraf Abhay uski Maa ko poori tarah apna bana lega.