Incest Maa bani Classmate

[Joker44]

Election mein ab sirf 15 din bache the, par college ka maahaul poori tarah badal chuka tha. Debate ke baad Abhay aur Trupti ki popularity aasmaan chhu rahi thi. Har taraf "Team Progress" ke charche the. Vikki apne room mein band hokar deewaron par mukke maar raha tha. Use apni haar saaf dikh rahi thi, aur usse bhi zyada darr use us shart se lag raha tha jisme use nanga daudna tha.
Vikki: (Gusse mein phufkarte hue) “Madarch**d! Ye Rahul toh kisi kaam ka nahi nikla. Apni bandi ko sambhal nahi paya, ulta wo saali Abhay ki godh mein baith gayi hai. Ab agar mujhe jeetna hai, toh mujhe hi is khel ko ganda karna padega.”
Vikki ne apna ek secret drawer khola aur wahan se ek puraana phone nikala. Usne phone on kiya aur gallery mein gaya. Wahan ek video file thi jiska thumbnail dekhte hi uski aankhon mein shaitani chamak aa gayi. Ye wahi MMS tha jo usne us raat SUV mein banaya tha, jab Trupti nashe mein dhut thi aur Rahul uske boobs choos raha tha aur Vikki apna lund uske haath mein diye baitha tha.
Vikki ne ek naya Unregistered SIM Card phone mein dala. Usne video ka ek 10-second ka chota sa clip edit kiya—is clip mein saaf dikh raha tha ki Trupti ka blouse khula hua hai, uske gore boobs bahar hain, aur wo nasheeli aankhon se Vikki ki taraf dekh kar muskura rahi hai.
Vikki: “Ab dekh Trupti Aunty... tera ye sanskari chola kaise utarta hoon.”
‘Click...’ Video Trupti ke number par send ho gaya.

Trupti us waqt hostel ke apne room mein baithi thi. Wo bohot khush thi. Wo Abhay ke us 'Heroic' bachav aur stage par diye gaye us kiss ke baare mein soch kar muskura rahi thi. Wo aaine mein dekh kar apni nayi zindagi ke sapne bun rahi thi.
‘Ting...’ WhatsApp par ek message aaya.
Trupti ne halke-fulke mood mein phone uthaya. Screen par ek anjaan number se video file thi. Usne socha shayad koi election ka promotion hoga. Usne video play kiya... aur agle hi pal uske haath se phone chhoot kar bed par gir gaya.
Trupti ka chehra safed pad gaya, jaise uske jism ka saara khoon nichod liya gaya ho. Uski saansein atak gayin. Usne kaanpte hathon se phone wapas uthaya aur dubara video dekha. Uski aankhein fati ki fati reh gayin.



Video dekhte hi Trupti ke dimaag mein us raat ki dhundhli yaadein bijli ki tarah koundne lagin. Use yaad aaya ki Club ke baad wo Rahul ke saath gaadi mein baithi thi... use yaad aaya ki use bohot zyada garmi lag rahi thi (Viagra ka asar)... use yaad aaya ki koi doosra mard bhi wahan tha...
Trupti: (Rote hue, thartharati aawaz mein) “Nahi... ye nahi ho sakta. Ye kab hua? Main... main us haalat mein...?”
Use ab dhire-dhire yaad aa raha tha ki us raat sirf Rahul nahi tha. Wo dusra haath... wo dandi... wo Vikki tha! Trupti ko mehsoos hua ki uske pairo tale zameen khisak gayi hai. Wo jis izzat ke dam par Abhay ke saath CR banne ke sapne dekh rahi thi, wo izzat ab kisi ke phone mein qaid thi.
Uski aankhon ke saamne apna parivaar, Sanjeev aur poora college ghoom gaya. Agar ye video leak ho gaya, toh wo kahin muh dikhane layak nahi rahegi. Use samajh aa gaya ki ye kaam Vikki ka hai, kyunki Rahul use kabhi aise blackmail nahi karta.
Trupti: (Mann mein) “Mera beta... Rahul... wo bhi us gaadi mein tha? Usne mujhe roka kyun nahi? Usne mujhe is haalat mein dekhne diya? Kya wo bhi isme shamil tha?”
Trupti apne room mein akeli tadapne lagi. Wo darr se tharthara rahi thi. Uska confidence, uski khushi, sab mitti mein mil chuka tha. Tabhi phone par ek aur message aaya:
“Kya hua Madam? CR banna hai ya poore college ki Randi? Kal subah 9 baje canteen ke piche milo... warna ye video poore college ke group mein hoga.”

Trupti ke kamre mein sannata khaufnaak tha, par uske dimaag mein ek toofan utha hua tha. Wo ghabrayi hui thi, par usse kahin zyada wo gusse mein thi. Usne apna dupatta sambhala aur kisi zakhmi sherni ki tarah hostel se nikal kar seedha Rahul ke PG (Paying Guest) room ki taraf bhaagi. Raste bhar uski aankhon se aansu behte rahe, par un aansuon mein ab jalan thi.

Rahul apne room mein bed par leta hua tha, shayad Trupti aur Abhay ke us stage wale kiss ke baare mein soch kar sulag raha tha. Tabhi darwaza kisi ne zor se dhakka dekar khola. Saamne Trupti khadi thi—baal bikhre hue, aankhein surkh laal aur haath mein thartharata hua mobile.

Rahul: (Hadbada kar uthte hue) “Mummy? Aap? Is waqt yahan... kya hua?”

Trupti ne koi jawab nahi diya. Wo tezi se aage badhi aur bina kuch soche-samajhe poori taqat se Rahul ke gaal par ek zor-daar thappad (Slap) raseed kar diya.

‘CHAAATAAAAKKKK!’
Sannate mein thappad ki goonj Rahul ke kaano ko sunn kar gayi. Rahul apne gaal par haath rakhe hairani se apni Maa ko dekhne laga.



Trupti: (Chillaate hue, rote hue) “Ye kya hai Rahul? Ye kya hai??”
Usne phone ki screen Rahul ke muh ke saamne kar di. Video clip chal rahi thi. Rahul ka chehra safed pad gaya. Uske hosh ud gaye ki ye video Vikki ne Trupti ko bhej diya hai.
Trupti: “Tumne mere saath jo kiya... acting ke naam par, GF-BF ke naam par... maine sab saha. Maine socha mera beta hai, shayad bhatak gaya hai. Par apne gande dost ke saamne mujhe nanga kar diya? Chiiiii Rahul! Thoo hai tumhari aisi mardangi par!”
Rahul: “Mummy... meri baat suniye... wo...”
Trupti: (Uski baat kaat-te hue) “Kya sunun? Ki mera beta hi meri izzat ka sauda kar raha tha? Tumhe sharam nahi aayi Vikki ko wo sab karne dene mein? Kya lagta hai tumhe? Agar ye video tumhare Papa (Sanjeev) ke paas pahunch gaya, toh kya hoga? Unki izzat, meri izzat, sab mitti mein mil jayegi. Hum kahin muh dikhane layak nahi rahenge!”
Trupti zameen par baith gayi aur foot-foot kar rone lagi. Uska garv, uska naya mila hua confidence, sab uske bete ki hawas ne kuchal diya tha.
Trupti: “Tune sirf apne maze ke liye apni Maa ko ek Randi bana diya Rahul... tune mujhe kahin ka nahi chhoda.”

Trupti ko aise zameen par tut-te hue dekh kar Rahul ke andar ka beta achanak jaag utha. Use pehli baar ehsaas hua ki usne hawas ke chakkar mein kya anarth kar diya hai. Vikki par uska bharosa toot chuka tha. Wo bhag kar Trupti ke paas gaya aur uske ghutno par gir gaya.
Rahul: (Rote hue) “Mummy... please roiye mat. Mujhse bohot badi galti ho gayi. Main pagal ho gaya tha. Maine socha tha ki Vikki bhai hai mera, wo video delete kar dega... mujhe nahi pata tha wo itna gira hua niklega.”
Rahul ne Trupti ke haath pakadne ki koshish ki, par Trupti ne piche hat kar use nafrat se dekha.
Rahul: “Main sab theek kar dunga Maa! Main abhi Vikki se baat karta hoon. Wo video main delete karwa kar hi dam lunga. Wo mujhe blackmail nahi kar sakta. Aap himmat mat haariye... please.”
Trupti sirf sisakti rahi. Use samajh aa gaya tha ki jis bete ke liye wo is college mein aayi thi, wahi uski zindagi ka sabse bada dushman ban gaya hai. Use ab na Rahul par bharosa tha, na Vikki par. Use sirf ek hi chehra yaad aa raha tha jo use is dal-dal se nikaal sakta tha—Abhay.
Lekar Trupti darr rahi thi... agar Abhay ko ye sach pata chala, toh kya wo use ab bhi waisi hi izzat dega?

Kamre mein chhai khamoshi Trupti ki siskiyon se bhari thi. Rahul apne gaal par haath rakhe zameen par baitha tha, wahi thappad ki jalan ab uske dil tak pahunch rahi thi. Trupti ne apne aansu ponche aur ek gehri saans li. Use pata tha ki rone se izzat wapas nahi aayegi. Usne dekha ki Rahul poori tarah toot chuka hai aur pachtave mein jal raha hai, par ab us par bharosa karna maut ko dawat dene jaisa tha.
Trupti: (Bhari par thos aawaz mein) “Thappad toh maine maar diya Rahul... par isse wo video mitti mein nahi milega. Tumne aur tumhare us kamine dost ne milkar meri zindagi ka sauda kiya hai.”
Rahul: (Rote hue) “Mummy, main Vikki ke paas jaunga... main uska gala daba dunga par video le lunga.”
Trupti: (Nafrat se) “Tum kuch nahi karoge! Tumhari wajah se hi main aaj yahan hoon. Tum jaoge toh wo tumhe aur dabayega. Ab is gandi keechad se main khud nikalungi.”

Trupti ne kaampte hathon se apna phone uthaya aur Abhay ka number dial kiya. Rahul hairani se apni Maa ko dekh raha tha. Uske liye ye sabse bada jhatka tha ki uski Maa ab uske dushman se madad maang rahi hai.
Abhay: (Phone uthate hi, fikar se) “Hello Trupti? Itni raat ko? Sab theek toh hai na? Tumhari aawaz aisi kyun lag rahi hai?”
Trupti: (Apne jazbaaton ko kaabu mein rakhte hue) “Abhay... mujhe tumhari zaroorat hai. Vikki... usne kuch gandi harkat ki hai. Kya tum abhi mujhse mil sakte ho? Hostel ke piche wale garden mein?”
Abhay: (Gusse aur junoon mein) “Uski itni himmat? Tum bas 5 minute ruko Trupti, main wahan pahunch raha hoon. Woh kutta agar tumhare aas-paas bhi dikha toh main use zinda nahi chhodunga. Don't worry, main hoon na.”
Trupti ne call kaat diya. Abhay ki aawaz mein jo bharosa tha, usne Trupti ko wo himmat di jo Rahul kabhi nahi de paya.

Trupti khadi hui aur apna dupatta sahi kiya. Usne Rahul ki taraf dekha, par uski aankhon mein wo Maa wala pyaar nahi, balki ek anjaan ladke ke liye nafrat thi.
Trupti: (Cold tone mein) “Sun lo Rahul... aaj se aur abhi se ye GF-BF wala ganda natak band. Aaj ke baad college mein tum sirf mere ek Classmate ho, usse zyada kuch nahi. Agar tumne mujhse baat karne ki koshish ki, ya mujh par haq jataya, toh main poore college ko bata dungi ki tumne apni Maa ke saath kya kiya hai.”
Rahul: (Gid-gidate hue) “Mummy please... aisa mat kijiye. Main sudhar jaunga...”
Trupti: “Apni hadd mein rehna seekho. Aaj tumne apne baap ki izzat aur apni Maa ka bharosa, dono kho diya hai. Ab main ja rahi hoon, aur tum mere piche nahi aaoge. Is gandi saazish ko main aur Abhay dekh lenge.”

Trupti muddi aur bina piche dekhe kamre se nikal gayi. Rahul bed par dher ho gaya. Usne mehsoos kiya ki uske haath se saari taqat nikal gayi hai. Wo 'Control' jo wo apni Maa par chala raha tha, wo hawas jo wo acting ke naam par poori kar raha sab khatam ho chuka tha. Wo apni hi Maa ki nazron mein ek ganda mard ban kar reh gaya tha.
Udhar Trupti hostel ke piche wale sunsaan garden ki taraf tez kadmon se badh rahi thi. Use darr tha, sharam thi, par usse bhi zyada ek umeed thi. Use pata tha ki Abhay uske character par sawal nahi uthayega, balki uski dhaal banega.
Door se use Abhay ki bike ki headlight chamakti dikhi. Trupti ki dhadkan tez ho gayi. Aaj wo ek Maa ban kar nahi, balki ek bebas aurat ban kar Abhay ki baahon mein panah lene ja rahi thi, jahan Vikki ka wo kaala sach hamesha ke liye dafan hone wala tha.

Hostel ke piche wala garden sannaate mein dooba tha, sirf jhinguron ki aawaaz us khamoshi ko cheer rahi thi. Trupti ek purane ped ke neeche khadi tharthara rahi thi, tabhi Abhay ki bike ka engine band hua. Wo tezi se Trupti ki taraf badha, uske chehre par fikar aur gusse ka ek ajeeb mishran tha.

Trupti ko dekhte hi Abhay ne uske kaampte hue haathon ko thaam liya. Trupti ne himmat jutaayi aur use sab bataya—lekin bohot sambhal kar. Usne Rahul ke saath apne rishte ka sach (Maa-Beta) chupa liya. Usne bas itna kaha ki us raat party ke baad wo Rahul ke saath thi, aur Vikki ne dhoke se wo video bana liya. Usne ye bhi jhooth bola ki Rahul ko bhi nahi pata ki ye sab kab aur kaise hua, taaki Rahul ki izzat bachi rahe.

Jab Abhay ne suna ki Vikki ne Trupti ko wo clip bhej kar blackmail kiya hai, toh uski aankhon mein khoon utar aaya. Usne ek zor ka mukka paas lage ped par mara.
Abhay: (Daant peeste hue) “Us kutte ki itni himmat? Wo samajhta kya hai khud ko? Ek ladki ki izzat ka sauda karega wo? Trupti, tum bas naam lo, abhi jaakar uska sar faad deta hoon aur uska phone wahi tod dunga!”
Trupti: (Ghabra kar uske haath pakadte hue) “Nahi Abhay! Aisa mat karna. Agar tumne uspar hamla kiya, toh wo gusse mein video viral kar dega. Poore college mein meri thoo-thoo ho jayegi. Humein dimaag se kaam lena hoga.”
Abhay thoda shant hua. Use samajh aa gaya ki Trupti sahi keh rahi hai. Ye sirf gusse ka nahi, balki Trupti ki aabru ka sawal tha. Agar Vikki nanga hone ki shart se darr raha tha, toh wo Trupti ko barbad karne ke liye kisi bhi hadd tak ja sakta tha.



Abhay ne Trupti ko apne aur kareeb kheencha, uska ek haath Trupti ki kamar par tha aur doosra uske sar par. Usne Trupti ki aankhon mein dekha, jahan darr aur umeed dono thin.
Abhay: (Gehri aur vishwas-bhari aawaz mein) “Theek hai... agar wo ganda khelna chahta hai, toh niyam (rules) ab main taye karunga. Trupti, tum bilkul mat darna. Wo video kabhi bahar nahi aayega, ye mera waada hai tumse.”
Donon ke beech kaafi der tak dhimi aawaz mein baatein hoti rahin. Abhay ne Trupti ko ek poora plan samjhaya. Usne bataya ki kaise Vikki ko usi ke jaal mein phansana hai. Usne Trupti ko kuch instructions diye—kise milna hai, kya bolna hai, aur kab tak shant rehna hai.
Abhay: “Jaisa maine kaha hai, bas waisa hi karna. Kal subah jab tum canteen ke piche usse milogi, toh tum akeli nahi hogi. Meri nazrein tum par hongi.”
Trupti ne bas haan mein sar hila diya. Use Abhay ki baaton mein ek aisi shakti mehsoos hui jo use Rahul ke saath kabhi nahi mili thi. Abhay use sirf protect nahi kar raha tha, balki use ladne ke liye taiyaar kar raha tha.

Abhay ne Trupti ka chehra apne haathon mein liya aur uske maathe par ek chhota sa, pakeeza kiss kiya. Ye kiss hawas wala nahi, balki ek 'Promise' tha.
Abhay: “Ab jao, aur sukoon se so jao. Kal ka suraj Vikki ke liye andhera lekar aayega.”
Abhay apni bike par baitha aur tezi se nikal gaya. Trupti wahi khadi rahi, use door jaati hui bike ki tail-light ko dekhti rahi. Uski aankhon mein jo thodi der pehle aansu the, ab wahan ek Aatm-vishwas (Confidence) ki chamak thi. Use pata tha ki Abhay ke hote hue koi uska baal bhi banka nahi kar sakta.
Wo hostel ki taraf palat gayi. Usne thaan liya tha ki ab wo shikar nahi banegi, balki Abhay ki dhaal ke piche se Vikki ka khatma karegi.

Agli subah suraj nikalne ke saath hi Trupti ki aankhein khul gayin. Raat bhar use neend nahi aayi thi, darr aur ghabrahat thi, par Abhay ke waade ne use ek ajeeb si taqat di thi. Aaj use 'Shikaar' nahi, balki 'Chara (Bait)' banna tha.
Abhay ke plan ke mutabiq, Trupti ko aaj kuch aisa pehenna tha jise dekh kar Vikki ka dimaag aur bhi kharab ho jaye, taaki wo josh mein hosh kho baithe.

Trupti ne wardrobe khola aur ek White Bodycon One-Piece Dress nikali. Ye dress usne college aane se pehle kharidi thi par kabhi pehne ki himmat nahi ki thi, kyunki ye hadd se zyada bold thi.
Jab Trupti ne wo dress pehni, toh aaine mein apna aks dekh kar wo khud sharma gayi. Wo dress uske jism par kisi doosri chamdi ki tarah chipak gayi thi. Uski fitting itni tight thi ki Trupti ke 38-inch ke bhare hue boobs ka shape saaf ubhar kar aa raha tha. Dress ki lambai uske ghutno se kaafi upar thi, jisse uski chikni, dudhiya safed aur gudaaz jaanghein (milky white fleshy thighs) poori tarah expose ho rahi thin.
Gale ka cut deep tha, jisme se uski cleavage ki ghati saaf jhank rahi thi. Trupti ne apne baalon ko khula rakha jo uske nange kandhon par gir rahe the. Pairon mein usne High Heels pehni, jisse uski pindliyan (calves) aur bhi sexy lagne lagin aur uski chaal mein ek jaanlewa lachak aa gayi. Hothon par Dark Red Lipstick lagakar usne apne look ko complete kiya.
Aaj wo ek 40 saal ki Maa ya 21 saal ki student nahi, balki ek chalti-phirti Sex Bomb lag rahi thi.
Trupti: (Aaine mein khud ko dekh kar, gehri saans lete hue) “Ye sab Abhay ke liye... aur meri izzat ke liye. Himmat rakh Trupti, aaj Vikki ka khel khatam hoga.”



Trupti hostel se nikli aur college campus mein dakhil hui. Subah ka waqt tha, students groups mein khade the. Jaise hi Trupti corridor se guzri, ladkon ki gardanein ghum gayin. Har koi muh khol kar us Safed Pari ko ghoorne laga. Rahul ne bhi door se apni Maa ko is avataar mein dekha aur uska muh khula ka khula reh gaya, par Trupti ne kisi ki taraf nahi dekha.
‘Ting...’
Phone par Vikki ka message aaya:
"Wow baby! Aaj toh white dress mein qayamat lag rahi ho. Mujhse sabr nahi ho raha. Jaldi Canteen ke piche aa jao, wahan koi nahi hai."
Trupti ne message padha aur uske chehre par ghrina (disgust) aa gayi. Usne chhota sa reply kiya: "Ok."
Wo canteen ki taraf badhi. Canteen ke saamne bheed thi, shor-sharaba tha. Par canteen ke piche ka hissa bilkul alag tha—wahan ghane Neem aur Ashok ke ped the, jhariyan thin aur aksar couples wahan chupe rehte the. Subah ke waqt wahan sunsaan tha.

Trupti ne canteen ki building ko cross kiya aur piche wale kachche raaste par aayi. Uski heels ki ‘Tik-Tak... Tik-Tak’ aawaaz sannate mein goonj rahi thi. Hawa mein pedon ki sarsarahat thi.
Wo thoda andar gayi, par koi dikha nahi. Use darr lagne laga. Kya Vikki koi nayi chaal chal raha hai?
‘Ting...’ Ek aur message:
"Daro mat raani... thoda aur aage aao. Ghane pedon ke beech."
Trupti ne apni dress ko neeche kheenchne ki koshish ki, jo chalne ki wajah se thodi upar chadh gayi thi. Wo darrte hue aage badhi.
Tabhi, do bade pedon ke beech, ek chhaya (shadow) hilte hue dikhi. Trupti ruki.


Samne wale ped se tek lagaye Vikki khada tha. Usne jeans aur black T-shirt pehni thi. Wo bade aaram se wahan khada tha, haath mein phone tha aur chehre par ek gandi, jeetne wali muskaan thi.
Vikki ki nazrein Trupti ke chehre par nahi, balki uski nangi taango (legs) aur ubhre hue seene par atki thin. Wo kisi bhookhe bhediye ki tarah Trupti ko taad raha tha.
Vikki: (Hotho par jeebh pherte hue) “Haaye... Sahi mein Trupti, maan gaye teri jawani ko. Photo mein toh tu hot lag hi rahi thi, par aaj asliyat mein toh tu barood lag rahi hai. Aaja, mere paas aaja.”
Trupti wahi jam gayi. Vikki ka wo look dekh kar use ulti aane lagi, par use yaad tha ki Abhay aas-paas hi hai. Usne ek gehri saans li aur Vikki ki aankhon mein dekha.