Adultery Meri Pakiza Ammijaan Ka Bhrashtikaran

[Deepak_bull]

CHAPTER 12




Mujhe lagta hai meri mom kisi cheez se possessed ho gayi hai, 

woh bahut ajeeb behave kar rahi hai.






"J-Jabir?" Rani haklate hue boli, uski awaaz us stunned khamoshi ko tod rahi thi. Woh peeche

 hatne ki koshish kar rahi thi, lekin main abhi bhi uski gaand ke andar tha, aur achanak 

movement se cheezein aur bhi awkward ho gayi. 



Jabir ka chehra bilkul crumple ho gaya, 

aankhon mein aansu bhar aaye, dono haathon se sir pakad liya, ungliyan scalp mein dhans 

rahi thi jaise woh us image ko dimag se mita dena chahta ho. "No… no, yeh nahi ho sakta," 

woh mutter kiya, awaaz sobs se choked. 

Woh ek kadam peeche lada, sir zor-zor se hilaate hue. "Kaise kar sakte ho tum? Dono… mera 
dost… meri Rani…" shabd dil tootne wali whisper mein nikal rahe the, phir woh mud gaya aur
 warehouse se bahar bhaga jaise koi bhoot sawaar ho, uski cheekhein raat mein goonj rahi thi
 — "Ooh noo, kyun? Mere saath kyun?" — andheeri gali mein daudte hue cheekhein badalti ja 
rahi thi. 

Rani turant panic ho gayi. Ek tez cheekh ke saath usne mujhe peeche dhakela, mere dick ko
 uski gaand se bahar nikaala — ek geeli, popping awaaz aayi jisne mera pet marod diya. Woh 
ghum gayi, aankhein horror se wild, haath jaldi se khud ko cover karne lage aur skirt neeche 
kheench li. "Oh God, nahi! Jabir ne humein dekh liya! Humne kya kar diya?" woh chillayi, 
awaaz kaanp rahi thi. 

Woh chhote circle mein pace karne lagi, saansein hyperventilating bursts mein aa rahi thi, 
gaalon pe aansu beh rahe the. "Woh mujhse hamesha ke liye nafrat karega! Main… yakeen nahi 
kar sakti ki yeh ho gaya. Maine tumhe kyun jaane diya? Yeh sab teri galti hai!" Usne ilzaam 
bhari ungli mujh par dikhai, lekin gussa jaldi despair mein badal gaya, body kaanpte hue woh
 crate ke sahaare gir padi aur futo-futkar rone lagi. 

Me (awaaz toot rahi, aansu beh rahe, dupatta pakde bistar par baithi): Zaid… Jabir ne humein 
dekh liya. Usne tujhe meri gaand ke andar dekha. Woh bas… toot gaya. Chhote bacche ki tarah
 rone laga aur darwaze se bhag gaya. Main is zindagi ke saath kaise jiyungi? Main kabhi uski 
aankhon mein kaise dekh paungi? 

Me: Rani, panic mat kar. Woh stupid Jabir woh cheez nahi jiski tujhe fikar karni chahiye. Abhi 
woh upset hai, lekin thanda ho jayega. Jab woh wapas aayega hum usse baat kar lenge. 

Rani (sir hilaate hue, tabah hokar): Baat? Kya lagta hai shabdon se yeh theek ho jayega? Tu uska
 best friend tha — uska bhai! Aur tune mujhe seduce kiya, yahin choda jab woh kuch inch door 
so raha tha. Tu acha dost nahi hai Zaid. Tu gaddaar hai. Aur main… maine tujhe jaane diya. 
Mujhse nafrat hai ki main moan kar rahi thi, chahti thi… lekin tune mujhe edge ke paar dhakel
 diya. 

Me: Tu bhi utna hi chahti thi. Ab innocent victim mat ban. Tu peeche push kar rahi thi, har inch
 andar le rahi thi. Mera naam leke moan kar rahi thi. Tune bhi Jabir ke saath dhoka kiya, usne 
tujh par bharosa kiya tha. 

Rani (awaaz phat rahi): Isse yeh sahi nahi ho jata! Main andar se tukde-tukde ho rahi hoon. Mera
 dil Jabir ke liye cheekh raha hai, lekin mera body… Ooh no! abhi bhi tujhe feel kar raha hai.
 Main bahut sharminda hoon. 

Me: Sharminda? To shayad tujhe mujhe itni gehri apni gaand mein nahi jaane dena chahiye tha. 

Main wahan khada tha, stunned, pant abhi bhi ankles par, khud ko exposed aur foolish feel kar 
raha tha. Neeche dekha to notice kiya — uske thodi si poop particles mere dick pe chipki hui, 
poori length par smeared, thin brownish residue se cover. 

Yeh nazara dekhkar thoda gag aaya; yeh ek sakht yaad dila raha tha ki yeh act kitna raw aur 
ganda tha, maine gentleness ka waada kiya tha phir bhi uski gaand mein shit tha. Oil uske potty
 ke saath mix hokar sticky mess ban gaya tha jo halki light mein chamak raha tha. 

Me: Waise to… dekh, chhota surprise. Tune mere dick par thoda shit kar diya. Itna mess expect
 nahi kiya tha. 

Rani (chehra turant laal, haath muh par, mortified): Eww, yeh… yeh ghinona hai! Aise zor se 
mat bol! Maine tujhe warn kiya tha Zaid! Maine bola tha mera backhole iske liye nahi — bola 
tha careful rehna, zyada oil laga, slow ja… maine giddgiddai thi! Lekin tune ignore kar diya, 
janwar ki tarah thrust karta raha. Ab main yahan baithi filthy feel kar rahi hoon. 






Me: Filthy to sahi bola. Sirf thoda mess nahi, badbu bhi bahut tez thi. Tera poop smell ne 
turant meri naak pe attack kar diya. Like damn Rani… teri gaand ne mere upar poora let loose
 kar diya. 

Rani (awaaz mein sharm aur gussa, taaza aansu): Bas kar! Aise shame mat kar mujhe! Kya tujhe 
maza aa raha? Kya meri galti hai ki tune meri baat nahi suni aur gaand mein zabardasti ghusa? 
Main pehle hi embarrassment se mar rahi hoon, aur ab tu mere muh pe ragad raha hai — 
literally! Main khud se itni gandi feel kar rahi hoon aur tu smell ka zikr karke mujhe dirty 
animal jaisa bata raha hai! 

Me (thande smile ke saath): Shayad yahi hai tu. Ek gandi chhoti Musslim slut jo apni gaand
 control nahi kar sakti aur mere dick pe shit kar deti hai. Poora time whore ki tarah moan 
karti rahi, aur khatam hone par mujhpe shit kar diya. Bahut classy. 

Rani (tez khadi hui, taange kaanp rahi, aansuon ke beech aankhein jal rahi): Phir kabhi mujhe
 aisa mat bolna! Tune shuru kiya — tune mujhe seduce kiya, use kiya, Jabir ke saath dhoka 
kiya! Yahan slut main nahi — tu monster hai. Main tere saath is room mein ek second bhi nahi 
reh sakti. Mujhe usko dhoondna hai… usse maafi maangni hai, chahe woh kabhi maaf na kare. 
Tu kabhi mujhse ya Jabir se baat mat karna! 

Hum dono ne floor par Jabir ki shirt dekhi — shayad pehle humein dhoondne aaya tha to utaar 
ke chhod gaya. Panic mein woh ekmatra cheez thi jo handy thi. Rani ne pehle pakda, bunch 
karke apni anus pe zor-zor se pochhne lagi, chehra sharam se jal raha tha. "Main yakeen nahi 
kar sakti ki main uski shirt se yeh kar rahi hoon," woh daant peeste hue mutter kiya. Ho gaya to
 bina bole mujhe phenk di. 

Maine li, grimace karte hue, aur Rani ke shit ko apne dick se pochha. Kapda mess to soak kar 
liya lekin halka stain aur lingering badbu chhod gaya jo pet marod rahi thi. Yeh ultimate 
desecration lag raha tha — dost ki shirt se uske dhoke ka saboot saaf karna. 

Rani ne ek aur shabd nahi bola. Kapde jitna ho saka theek kiye, haath kaanp rahe the, phir woh 
bhagi, warehouse se dusri direction mein daud padi. Uske kadam thodi der goonje phir raat 
mein gayab, mujhe akela chhodkar mere kiye ke bojh ke saath. 








Maine dheere-dheere pant upar chadhai, zipper ki awaaz khali space mein unnaturally loud lagi. 
Warehouse se door jaate hue thandi raat ki hawa chehre pe slap maari, lekin dimag ka fog clear
 nahi hua. Maine Jabir ke saath dosti barbaad kar di — completely, irreparably. 

Hum bachpan se bhai jaise the, secrets, dreams share karte the, aur ab… yeh. Uska aansuon 
bhara chehra mujhe haunt kar raha tha, gut mein knife ghumata hua. Main uske saamne kaise 
jaaonga? Woh kabhi maaf karega? Shayad nahi. Aur Rani… woh bhi mujhe blame karegi, cut off 
kar degi. Main deserve karta hoon. 

Lekin mujhe parwah nahi, mujhe uski gaand ki virginity lene mein maza aaya. 

Lekin dheeme-dheeme andheri sadkon pe chalte hue, mummy Shahida ka Gajendra ko kiss karte
 hue yaad wapas aaya, fresh pain ka wave laate hue. Usi din hospital storeroom mein dekha tha
 — uske lips uske against, haath chest pe, jab papa Hussein ward mein neeche so rahe the. 

Kyun? Kyunki Gajendra ne medical bills mein madad ki, strings pull karke papa ko treatment 
dilwaya? Ya usne papa ke kapde ke dukaan ko greedy landlord se bachaya? 

Gajendra ke paas influence tha, lekin kya yeh uske dhoke ko justify karta hai? Mujhe nahi pata 
wahan kya kar rahe the — kissing, ya zyada? Yeh uncertainty mujhe kha rahi thi, chest dard kar
 rahi thi. Mummy hamesha family ki pillar rahi, devout aur faithful. Ya maine socha tha. 

Meri zindagi mein kya ho raha hai? Sab kuch thread by thread unravel ho raha tha. Pehle meri 
randi dadi Zainab Suraj ke saath, phir mummy Gajendra ke saath, aur ab yeh Jabir-Rani ka
 mess. 

Jaise duniya apne axis pe tilt ho gayi ho aur sirf main chaos dekh raha hoon. Sidewalk pe ek 
kankar maara, gutter mein jaate hue dekha. Raat ke 11 baje sadkein shant, door kahin car 
horn, chand ne pale glow daala. Nairobi ki raat ki hawa humid thi, skin pe chipakti hui jaise
 bura sapna jo nahi ja raha. 

Modest houses ki line se guzarte hue, kuch nazar aaya — ek figure doorstep pe khada, jo 
pehchaan ka nahi tha. Main slow hua, halki roshni mein aankhein sikodi. Yeh thi Aunt Nafisa, 
Jabir ki mummy, ek ghar ke darwaze ke frame pe khadi jo definitely uska nahi tha. 

Silky brown dress pehni thi, leopard scarf thoda tedha, aur woh… kisi ko kiss kar rahi thi. Koi 
aur nahi — hamare tuition teacher Mr. Ravi, woh 54 saal ka balding aadmi, moti chashma aur 
hamesha frown wala. Uske haath uski kamar pe, kheench raha tha, lips passionate embrace
 mein locked, jisse mera pet marod gaya. 










Yakeen nahi hua. Door se dekhta raha. Aankhein ragdi, socha raat ke stress se hallucination hai,
 lekin nahi — woh wahan the, ek doosre mein khoye hue. Woh yeh kyun karegi? Aunt Nafisa ke 
husband Uncle Karim Dubai mein kaam karte hain, har mahine paise bhejte hain family ke liye 
Achha aadmi, faithful jaisa main jaanta tha. 

Aur yahan woh Mr. Ravi ke saath dhoka de rahi thi, sabse bura choice. Kiss gehra hua; usne sir 
tedha kiya, ungliyan uske baalon mein, aur woh kuch soft murmur kiya jispe woh hasi — ek 
awaaz jo raat ke seriousness mein bilkul out of place thi. 

Main sochne laga yeh sab mere saath kyun ho raha hai, kyun main pehle stumble karta hoon.
 Dadi Zainab Suraj ke saath (woh bewakoof meat shop wala), mummy Gajendra ke saath 
(***** padosi), aur ab Aunt Nafisa Mr. Ravi ke saath (***** tuition teacher). Jaise shraap ho —
 main apni duniya ke bikharte hue dekh raha hoon. Sabse bura? Sab apne mazhab ke bahar wale
 mardon ke saath cheating kar rahe the. 

., mein yeh sabse bada dhoka hai, gunah jo sirf jism nahi rooh ko bhi maila karta hai. Zina
 pehle hi haram, upar se mazhab change kar cheating? Jaise apne imaan pe thookna. Woh kyun
 nahi follow kar paaye? 

Dadi Zainab jo humein piety ki kahaniya sunati thi, mummy jo 5 waqt ,,., padhti thi, Aunt 
Nafisa jo Ramadan mein community iftar organize karti thi. Main samajh nahi pa raha. Kamzor
 the? Shaitan ne lalach diya? Ya imaan hamesha se nakli tha? 

Woh kiss jaari rakhe, duniya se be-khabar, body uske against jaise ghanto se wahan ho. Aur 
shayad thi — Uncle Karim bahar, Jabir shayad ghar pe dil toota hua, Mr. Ravi ki biwi gaon gayi 
parents se milne, ghar khali. 

Wahan woh itne time kya kar rahe the? Baat? Zyada to zaroor — intimate cheezein, gunah 
badhte ja rahe jaise unpaid debt. Yeh sochkar main kaanp utha. 

Phir se Jabir ke liye bahut bura laga. Pehle maine uski girlfriend ki gaand maari thi, sabse 
intimate tareeke se uske saath dhoka kiya, aur ab uski maa bhi cheating kar rahi thi. Jaise
 universe uspe aur indirectly mujhpe bojh daal raha ho. Hum sab gunah jama kar rahe the, 
layer upon layer, aur main soch raha tha ki redemption possible bhi hai kya. 

Kiss karne ke baad Aunt Nafisa chali gayi, Mr. Ravi se kuch bola, phir door chali gayi. Uski
 gaand sach mein bahut sexy thi, Mr. Ravi uski gaand ko dekhta raha jab woh chal rahi thi.
 Woh ek lascivious aadmi tha. 

Main mud gaya, mere pair autopilot pe ghar ki taraf le ja rahe the. Walk endless lag rahi 
thi, dimag images aur sawaalon ka toofan tha. Jab main apne modest compound pahuncha, 
phone pe clock 11:15 pm dikha raha tha. Ghar andhera tha, sirf living room ki window 
mein halki roshni. 

Kuch ne mujhe cautious rehne ko kaha — jaise raat abhi khatam nahi hui thi revelations se.
 Main secretly approach kiya, fence ke saath shadows mein chipakta hua, creaky gate avoid 
karke. Side se gaya aur partially open curtain se jhaanka. 

Wahan thi Mummy Shahida, abhi hospital se aayi hui. Woh thaki hui lag rahi thi, abaya 
kandhon pe loosely daali hui, chehra drawn aur pale. Mujhe hairat hui — hum dono almost
 same time ghar pahunche, woh hospital ward se jahan Papa so rahe the, main apne 
disastrous encounter se. Woh worn sofa pe baith gayi, sir haathon mein liye, clearly stressed. 

Kyun? Papa ki bimari treatments ke bawajood lingering thi jo Gajendra ne arrange karwaye 
the. Lekin usse zyada, mujhe shak tha ki yeh guilt tha jo storeroom mein Gajendra ke saath
 jo bhi hua uska. Jo kiss maine dekha — ya usse zyada? Uski shoulders deep sigh ke saath uthi,
 aankhein door, khoya hua. 

Maine decide kiya andar jaun, door dheere se khola. "Assalamu alaikum, Mummy," maine kaha,
 normal sound karne ki koshish mein, lekin awaaz thodi crack ho gayi. "Wa alaikum assalam, 
beta," unhone jawab diya, forced smile jo aankhon tak nahi pahuncha. Woh seedhi hui, veil
 smooth kiya. "Tu late aaya hai. Kahan tha?" 








"Bas doston ke saath bahar," maine smoothly jhooth bola, apne mess mein nahi jaana chahta 
tha. Unke saamne baith gaya, unke chehre pe worry ki lines notice ki. "Papa kaise hain? Kuch
 behtar?" Woh dheere se sir hilaayi, nazar idhar-udhar. "Alhamdulillah, stable hain. Doctors
 bol rahe hain new medication help kar rahi hai, thanks to… well, jo help mili. Tu ko kya smell 
aa raha hai? Halki si poop ki badbu?" 

Thodi der khamoshi, unspoken words se bhari. Mujhe pata tha yeh Rani ke poop ki smell thi 
jo abhi bhi mere haathon pe thi, maine pehle haath ache se nahi dhoye the jab main apna 
dick pakad raha tha jo Rani ke shit se coated tha. 

"Uhh… ooh no no, shayad woh kabootar hain jo us ped ke paas doo-doo karte hain," maine bola, 
haath pocket mein daal kar unki nazron se bachne ke liye. "Lekin Mummy aap thaki hui lag
 rahi ho. Rest kar lo?" "Jaldi kar lungi," unhone murmur kiya. "Tera evening kaisa tha? Tu… 
thoda off lag raha hai." 

Maine shoulder shrug kiya. "Bas usual. Kuch khaas nahi." Hum thodi der khamosh baith gaye, 
hawa unsaid cheezon se thick. Maine nahi poocha woh itni deep thought mein kyun thi — mujhe
 pata tha, ya kam se kam shak tha. 

Gajendra ke saath kiss, secrecy. Yeh humare beech parda 
jaise latka tha. Aakhir main khada hua. "Main apne room ja raha hoon. Goodnight, Mummy." 
"Goodnight, beta. Achhe se so." Unki awaaz soft thi, almost wistful. 

Lekin main apne room nahi gaya. Balki hallway ke shadows mein slip ho gaya, kitchen area ke 
half-open door ke peeche chhup gaya, curiosity — ya darr — mujhe wahan rok raha tha. 

Mummy ne table pe glass se paani piya, movements mechanical, jaise autopilot pe. Phir ek 
awaaz — soft, wet smacking noise, jaise lips mil rahe hon — kitchen se aayi. Kissing noises, 
unmistakable. Mera dil tez dhadka. Mummy ne bhi suna; sir snap kiya, aankhein narrow. Glass 
carefully rakha aur dheere se kitchen ki taraf chali, steps cautious, jaise wild animal ke paas 
ja rahi ho. 

Kitchen door curtain se partially hidden tha, thoda sa view de raha tha. Mere vantage se poora
 nahi dikha, to main back entrance se gaya (jo yard se aata hai), aur mesh screen se andar 
jhaanka. Jo dekha usne mujhe core tak shock kar diya: Suraj aur Dadi Zainab, embrace mein
 locked, passionate kissing dim light of single bulb ke neeche. 

Suraj ke haath uski badi gaand pe roam kar rahe the, use close kheench rahe, jabki Dadi ke 
fingers uske sir ko pakde the, aankhein closed, bliss mein lag rahi thi. Dada adjacent room 
mein so rahe the, oblivious, unki kharratein halki sunai de rahi thi. 

Mom aur main aane se pehle kya hua tha? Dadi Zainab aur Suraj kaafi time se kar rahe honge —
 shayad Suraj dinner ke baad sneak in hua, Dada ke early bedtime ka fayda utha kar. Shayad 
chai pi, last week ke blowjob ke baare mein baat ki, aur phir… cheezein escalate ho gayi.
 Kisses heated, haath wandering, gunah ghar ke dil mein kiye gaye. 








Mummy bhi dekh rahi thi, apni side se, haath muh pe shock mein. Main unka profile dekh sakta 
tha — aankhein wide, chehra pale jab unhe ehsaas hua ki unki apni maa kisi aur mard ko kiss 
kar rahi hai. Unhe kaisa laga hoga? Betrayed shayad, lekin saath hi dawning realization: unka 
khud ka bad behavior, Gajendra ke saath illicit kiss, apni maa se shuru hua. Dadi Zainab ne 
example set kiya tha, knowingly ya unknowingly. Agar elder itna door path se bhatak sakti hai,
 to beti ke liye kya umeed? 

Mummy hamesha Dadi ko idolize karti thi, strength ka epitome, 5 waqt ,,.,. Lekin ab yeh —
 Dada ke saath cheating Suraj se, jo hamare mazhab ke bahar ka aadmi tha. Yeh sab kuch
 explain karta tha: Mummy ki vulnerability, Gajendra ke saath slip. Apple tree se door nahi
 girta, jaise kehte hain. 

Dadi ki hidden desires trickle down hokar family ke well ko poison kar rahi thi. Mummy wahan 
frozen khadi thi, hypocrisy process kar rahi — woh aurat jo piety pe lecture deti thi ab haram
 mein entangled. 

Andar, Dadi thoda peeche hati, saans bhari. "Suraj, ab tumhe jaana chahiye," unhone urgently 
whisper kiya, darwaze ki taraf dekhte hue. "Kahin kisi ko pata chal gaya to. Yeh… yeh aise 
continue nahi ho sakta." 

Suraj muskuraya, aankhein mischievously chamakti hui. "Lekin Zainab 
ji, hum careful rahe hain. Bas ek aur kiss? Tum jaanti ho mujhe tumhara touch kitna crave hai.
 Yeh stolen moments hi mujhe zinda rakhte hain." 

Unhone sir hilaya, lekin resolve weak lag raha tha. "Nahi, bahut risky hai. Mera husband so
 raha hai, lekin agar meri beti ghar aa gayi? Ya mera pota? Hum fate ko tempt nahi kar sakte. 
Yeh galat hai Suraj — har tareeke se haram. 


Tum Mussalman bhi nahi ho; log kya kahenge?" 
Usne unka chehra gently pakda. "Pyaar mazhab ki parwah nahi karta, Zainab. Humne in past 
months itna share kiya — life ki baatein, tumhari loneliness husband ke saath. Main tumhe 
phir se alive feel karwata hoon. Inkaar mat karo." 

Unhone sigh kiya, aankhein soft. "Mujhe pata hai, lekin guilt mujhe kha rahi hai. Maine apne 
family ko deen strictly follow karne ke liye pala, aur yahan main… sab kuch betray kar rahi 
hoon. Jao please. Kal baat karenge." 

"Bas ek last embrace," usne insist kiya, use phir se deep kiss ke liye kheench liya. Unhone ek 
second resist kiya, phir melt ho gayi. Mummy ne yeh exchange suna, silently peeche hati, 
chehra turmoil ka mask. Woh apne bedroom mein slip ho gayi, door softly band kiya, shayad 
shock process karne ke liye akeli. 

Baad mein main hiding spot se nikla, dimag reeling. Sitting room mein gaya jahan Mummy ab
 akeli sofa pe baithi thi, silk pink nightdress mein, phone haath mein, furiously texting. Unki 
brow furrowed, lips pursed in frown — mujhe pata tha Gajendra tha. Kaun aur? Woh khud se 
low murmur kar rahi thi, itna low ki mujhe sunne ke liye strain karna pada: 








Woh bahut soch rahi thi, aankhein door, fingers screen pe hover karte hue. Choices ponder 
kar rahi thi — storeroom ka kiss, kaise escalate hua. Regret? Ya guilt ke saath thrill? Unhone 
khud se whisper mein bola: 


"He bhagwan, mujhe maaf kar… mera muh abhi bhi Gajendra ke 
haram lund ki badbu se bhara hai. 

Woh mota, veins wala ***** shaft ne mere lips ko wide 
stretch kiya, throat bhar diya jab tak main gag ki, aur maine har filthy second enjoy kiya. 
Jab mera bechara husband Hussein next ward mein mar raha tha, main storage room mein 
ghutno pe thi, shameless slut ki tarah choosti rahi, uska garam, sticky sperm swallow kiya 
jaise last meal ho. 








Ya Rabb, kaunsa evil jinn mujhme ghus gaya? Yeh lust ka spirit uske cum ke saath mere gale 
se neeche gaya — ab mera pet jal raha hai, veins mein aag faila raha. 

Mera jism ab mera nahi;
 mere nipples ache kar rahe, meri choot throb kar rahi aur bina permission drip kar rahi, aur 
mere fingers bar-bar abaya ke neeche jaake swollen clit pe ragad rahe. Main ruk nahi sakti.
 Rukna nahi chahti. 

Kyun uske saath, Shahida? Kyun is non-Musslim padosi ka ganda lund, meri bimar husband ke 
gentle touch ke bajaye? Evil spirit whisper kar raha hai ki main hamesha se hidden whore thi,
 bilkul jaise meri Ammi Zainab Suraj the butcher ke against moan kar rahi thi. 

Maine uski 
jeebh uske muh mein dekhi, hips grinding, aur mujhe wahi heat feel hua. Slutty behavior. Yeh 
mujhme bhi hai. Main usse behtar nahi. 

Main doomed hoon, khatam, barbaad. Gajendra ke seed swallow karne ke baad wapas nahi ja
 sakti — uska haram essence ab mere andar hai, jinn ko feed kar raha, mujhe aur crave karwa 
raha. Uske rough hands aur, us bitter-salty taste jo zubaan pe explode karta hai. 

Har second 
khud ko shame kar rahi: pious Shahida, jo veil pehenti hai, 5 waqt ,,., padhti, roza rakhti
… phir bhi main sirf cock-hungry hypocrite hoon jisne hospital closet mein shadi ke vows betray
 kiye. 

Yeh craving nahi maregi. Har dhadkan ke saath strong hoti ja rahi. Spirit andar has raha, bol 
raha main iske liye paida hui — forbidden mardon ke liye taange failane, family suffer karte hue
 strange dicks pe choke karne ke liye. Main ab achhi Musslim wife nahi. Main sirf gunah ka vessel 
hoon, tooti hui aurat jiski dripping choot aur filthy thoughts pe control nahi. 

Main lost hoon. Evil spirit jeet gaya. Gajendra ke cum ne mujhe mark kiya, claim kiya, aur ab sirf
 ek hi cheez soch rahi hoon — uske paas wapas crawl karna, beg karna ki phir se mujhe fill kare 
jab jinn cheer kare. Mujhse nafrat hai… lekin hunger shame se zyada loud hai. 







Unhone lip bite kiya, din ke events replay karte hue — Gajendra ki bills mein madad, uske strong 
arms around her, forbidden excitement. "Lekin usne humein bachaya," unhone murmur kiya. "Mere
 husband ki dukaan, hospital… kya main ungrateful hoon? 

Nahi, yeh gunah hai. Pure gunah." Aur
 soch: Agar husband ko pata chal gaya to? Mere bare mein, mere bete ke bare mein? Family honor? 
Woh old messages scroll karti rahi, chehra flush hote hue memories se, phir phir se steeling herself. 

Send press karne se pehle, ghar mein knock ghoonja — sharp, insistent. Mummy jump ki, phone 
floor pe gir gaya. "Itni raat ko kaun?" unhone whisper kiya, aankhon mein panic. Khadi hui, kapde
 smooth kiye, door pe gayi, pehle peephole se dekha. 

Unki gasp sunai di. Dread aur kuch aur — resignation? — ke mix se unhone lock khola. Wahan 
Gajendra khada tha, tall frame night ke against silhouette, face pe determined look. "Shahida,"
 usne softly kaha, aage badhte hue. "Humein baat karni hai." 








Mummy hesitate ki, ghar ke andar dekha, lekin door nahi band kiya. "Gajendra, yahan kya kar 
rahe ho? Late ho gaya hai. Mera family…" Usne frame pe haath rakha, lean in kiya. "Main door nahi
 reh saka. Aaj storeroom mein jo hua… woh kiss. Usme kuch tha. Hum dono ke liye." 

Unhone sir hilaya, lekin awaaz mein conviction nahi thi. "Nahi, yeh mistake thi. Tumne humari 
madad ki, main grateful thi, bas itna. Please, jao." Woh nahi hila. "Grateful? Isliye tune kiss back 
kiya? Kyun tere haathon ne mujhe closer kheench liya? 

Shahida, tera husband bimar hai, lekin tu
 ek aurat hai jiske needs hain. Maine teri aankhon mein loneliness dekhi hai. Usme bhi madad 
karne de mujhe."