Adultery Meri Pakiza Ammijaan Ka Bhrashtikaran

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CHAPTER 16


Meri mom ab woh pakeezah aur nek maa nahi rahi, ab toh woh sach
mein ek poori randi ban chuki hai.



Mom abhi bhi uske upar upar neeche ho rahi thi, zor zor se karah rahi thi, uska jism pasine se chamak 
raha tha living room ki bedside lamp ki halki roshni mein, jo ab hamara raaz ka adda ban gaya tha. 
Hawa mein unki josh ki musky khushboo ghuli hui thi, purana sofa unke wazan ke neeche cheekh raha
 tha. 

Gajendra peeche let gaya tha, uska chauda seena upar neeche ho raha tha, haath dheele se uski kamar 
pakde hue, jab woh control le rahi thi, khud ko uske motey lund se almost poora upar uthati aur phir zor
 se neeche baith jaati, jisse uske bhare hue chooche uski uljhi hui blouse ke neeche zor zor se uchalte. 

Uski aankhein aadhi bandh thi sukoon mein, honth khule hue, gale se gehri awaazein nikal rahi thi – 
moti, awaaz wali karahatein jo khamosh ghar mein haram sangeet ki tarah goonj rahi thi. 

"Oh, Shahida, meri sundar kamal," Gajendra dheeme se bola, awaaz gehri aur husky, us mithaas bhare
 lehje mein jo use aur gehre le jaata tha. "Tum bilkul perfect ho, devi ki tarah mujh par sawaar. Chalti 
raho, meri jaan, dikhao kitna zaroorat hai tumhe iski." 

Woh rukne ka naam nahi le rahi thi; balki uske shabdon ne use aur josh diya, harkatein aur jaan boojh
 kar, aur bechain. Maa ki jaanghein har uthne neeche mein sakht ho rahi thi, ghutne sofa ke cushion 
mein dhans rahe the dono taraf, haath uske seene par mazboot tikaye hue. Uske andaruni jaanghon ki 
resham uski khaal se ragad rahi thi, har ehsaas ko aur tez kar rahi thi. 


Woh neeche har baar chhote gol chakkar lagati, use poora mehsoos karti, stretch karti jisse woh saans 
rok leti. "Haan, mera pyara mor," Gajendra bola, aankhein uski aankhon mein, hothon par chalaak 
muskurahat, haath upar utha kar uske gaal ko sehla raha tha. 

"Aaj raat tum mere liye khil rahi ho. Mat rukna, meri meethi mohini – mujhe har inch mehsoos hone do 
tumhare josh ka." Uske romantic naam shehad ki tarah beh rahe the, har ek dheema dhakka, use aur
 khone ke liye. 

Mom: (Gajendra par bistar par baithi, abaya kamar tak upar chadhi hui, veil abhi bhi sar par lekin thoda 
dheela, dheere se uske motey lund par baithti hui, saans rok kar jab poora andar jaata hai) Ahhh… Gajendra
… dheere… please… yeh pehle se hi bahut bada gunah hai… 

Gajendra: (haath uski chaudi kamar par, harkatein guide karte hue, uske laal chehre par muskurate hue) 
Mujh par sawaar ho, Shahida. Upar neeche jaise acche chhote _ randi ki tarah. Mehsoos kar raha hai 
kitna gehra hoon? Teri deendar choot phir se mujhe bhigo rahi hai. 

Mom: (harkat shuru, pehle naa chahte hue kamar ghumati, phir tez, apne aap ko rok nahi paati, honth kaat 
kar karahatein rokne ki koshish) Mmm… nahi… nahi karna chahiye… oh ,.'… yeh mehsoos… ahh… kitna 
galat… lekin ruk nahi pa rahi… 

Gajendra: (neeche se dhakke dete hue uske saath mil kar, awaaz aur sakht) Fuck, kitni tight hai tu… Hiindu 
lund par uchal rahi hai… tera shohar kabhi aise bhar nahi sakta tujhe, na? 

Mom: (chooche top ke neeche uchal rahe, awaaz sharam aur badhte sukoon se kaamp rahi) Please… aisa 
mat bolo… woh bimar hai… yeh dhoka hai… mmm… main buri biwi hoon… buri _… 

Gajendra: (gehri awaaz se karah kar, aankhein uske hilte jism par) Shit… Shahida… main jhadne wala hoon
… bahut zor se andar hi… 

Mom: (aankhein dar se phaili, lekin kamar neeche hi ghumti rahi) Nahi! Gajendra, nahi – andar mat chhodna!
 Bahar nikaal… please… main minnat kar rahi hoon… mat… ahh… risk mat le… 

Gajendra: (andhere se hanste hue, daant pees kar, haath uski gaand zor se dabate hue use hilate rakha) Ab 
minnat? Hospital mein mera lund choosne ke waqt kahan thi yeh minnat? Ya dus minute pehle taangein 
failane ke waqt? Tu pehle se barbaad hai, Shahida – ab poora maal le le jaise sahi randi. 

Mom: (tez sawaar hone lagi bechaini mein, awaaz phat rahi, aansu bhar aaye) Nahi, nahi please… tera 
baccha nahi ho sakta… sab barbaad ho jayega… mera ghar… mera imaan… bahar nikaal… main apni rooh 
par qasam deti hoon… andar mat chhodna… ya ,.', maaf kar de… 

Gajendra: (saans ruk ruk kar, dhakke beqabu) Bahut der ho gayi… fuck… teri minnat sun kar aur zyada
 breed karne ka mann kar raha hai… soch, tera pet phoolta hua mera Hiindu baccha… jab tu roz paanch 
waqt ,,., padhegi pretending pure hone ki… 

Mom: (karahatein ke beech dheeme rone lagi, phir bhi bebas uchalti rahi) Bas kar… please aisa mat bol… 
dil ko dard hota hai… mat… andar mat khatam kar… kuchh bhi karungi… bas wahan nahi… 

Lekin sukoon ke beech maa ki karahatein tukde tukde iqraar ban gayi, awaaz toot rahi thi jab andar se khud se
 nafrat ubhar rahi thi. "Ahh… main kitni buri maa hoon, aaahhhh" woh siskari, ek pal ke liye rhythm ruk gaya 
phir zor se neeche baith gayi, jaise khud ko saza de rahi ho. 

"Kaise kar sakti hoon yeh? Mera beta… aaaahhhh oohhhh… woh mujhe dekhta hai, aur main yahan randi ki
 tarah. Sab barbaad kar diya – shadi, imaan. Hussein iska haqdaar nahi… oh ,.', maaf kar." Aansu aankhon 
mein bhar aaye, pasine ke saath mil kar chehre par beh rahe the, lekin ruk nahi rahi thi; jism uske shabdon se
 dhoka de raha tha, release ke peeche daud raha tha. 







Gajendra dheeme se hanse, haath upar utha kar uske chooche pakde, angutha nipples ko chhed raha tha.
 "Shh, meri jaadui gulab, tu buri nahi – tu zinda hai. Saawar hoti raho, sab nikaal do." 

Woh sir hila rahi thi, lekin kamar hilti rahi, upar neeche be-ruk, andaruni deewarein har dhakke par uske charon
 taraf bandh rahi thi. "Maine apni zindagi barbaad kar di," woh karahatein ke beech royi, awaaz tez hoti gayi 
jab sukoon badha. 

"Itne saal deendar ban kar, paanch waqt ,,.,, aur ab… yeh. Hussein se talaq maang lu – woh bimar hai,
 hospital bed par tadap raha hai, aur main yahan dhoka de rahi hoon. Kaisi biwi hoon main? Khudgarz, 
gunahgaar aahhhh. Mujhe bahar nikaal dena chahiye, community se nikaal dena. Mera ghar kabhi maaf nahi
 karega… ahh, haan wahi… nahi, matlab main khud se nafrat karti hoon iske liye! ooohhhh Gajendraaaa" 

Uske shabd jaldi jaldi nikle, gunah aur sukoon ka mila jula toofan, jism peeche jhuk gaya tez sawaar karte hue,
 nakhun uske kandhon mein dhans rahe the. 

"Main _ aurat ke taur par nakaam hoon – haram, sab kuchh. Kyon ruk nahi paati? Jaise shaitan ne
 pakad liya ho. Hussein se khatam karungi, nayi shuruaat, lekin kaise? Tere saath? Nahi, woh aur bura hoga… 
oh Gajendra, mat rukna mujhe encourage karna, mujhe yeh sharam chahiye." 

Woh dheeme se hanse, awaaz uske toofan ke khilaaf mitha marham. "Meri aag wali angaara, tu barbaad nahi 
– nayi paidaish hui hai. Teri har karahat mere liye sangeet hai. Aur bata, yeh humein josh de." Aur woh boli, 
iqraar toofan ki tarah beh rahe the. 

"Main gandi hoon – mere bete ke liye bura misaal. Woh sochta hai main mazboot hoon, lekin dekho mujhe, 
doosre mard ke lund par uchalti hui jab uska baap zindagi se lad raha hai. Maine ghar ko maila kiya, deen ko.
 Talaq hi rasta hai aoohhhhhh" 

Meri rooh kaala ho gayi… lekin itna achha lag raha hai, itna galat. Ab aadat ho gayi hai, na? Barbaad aurat,
 jannat se zyada sukoon ke peeche. 

Uski sawaar tez hui, gaand uski jaanghon par chatak chatak baj rahi thi har neeche jaane par, unki milaap ki
 geeli awaazein kamre mein bhar rahi thi. Woh aage jhuki, baal un par parde ki tarah, saansein uski gardan 
par garam jab woh aur khud par ilzaam lagati rahi, har ek use aur tez kar raha tha. 

Waqt unke josh ke dhundh mein gum ho gaya; ek ghanta guzar gaya bina pata chale, sirf saanson ki badalti 
rhythm aur gehri qurbat se. Maa ki harkatein thakawat se thodi dheemi hui, lekin aag abhi jal rahi thi. 
Achanak Gajendra ke haath uski kamar par sakht hue, uska jism neeche se upar utha uske saath milne. 

"Ab, meri jaan," woh garaj kar bola, raftaar tez, neeche se aur gehre tez dhakke. Maa ki aankhein phail gayi; 
woh pehchaan gayi – uske musalein sakht, saansein beqabu. "Is baar andar hi jhadega," woh saans rokte 
hue boli, dar aur josh mila hua. "Mehsoos ho raha hai badhta hua… oh Gajendra, please mat…" 

Gajendra: (zor se karah kar, jism sakht, kamar zor se upar) Ahhh—fuck—aa raha hai—Shahida—le—har 
boond le—nggghhh! 

(Woh andar hi phoot pada, maa ki choot mein sperms pulse karte hue gehre, motey jhatke bharte hue use
 neeche dabaye rakha taaki bhag na sake.) 

Mom: (shock aur dar se saans rok kar jab mehsoos hua woh andar hi chhod raha hai) Nooo… Gajendra… 
tune… andar hi… oh ,.'… tune kya kar diya… (woh apne anchahe climax se kaanp uthi, jism ne aakhri 
baar dhoka diya) 

Gajendra: (tez saans lete hue, abhi bhi andar, buri muskurahat) Fuck… perfect tha… tune mujhe itna achha
 doodh diya, deendar randi… 

Mom: (jaldi se uth kar geeli awaaz ke saath usse alag hui, uska maal bahar nikalne laga, bistar par bagal
 mein gir gayi, seena upar neeche, chhat par dekhte hue mayoosi mein) Tu… tu janwar… kaise kar sakta
 hai? Maine mana kiya tha… minnat ki… ab main tere… tere gande se bhari hoon… agar baccha ho gaya 
to? Meri zindagi… shadi… sab barbaad… 

Gajendra: (side par palat kar, ungli se uski jaangh par line banate hue, smug) Relax, Shahida. Tu devi ki 
tarah saawar hoti hai. Sabse achhi choot jo kabhi mili – tight, geeli, aur itni gunahgaar. Isse aur garam 
bana deti hai. 

Mom: (chehra door kar, awaaz chhoti tooti) Aisa tareef mat kar… yeh mujhe aur bura mehsoos karwata hai…
 main gandi hoon… maine hone diya… phir se… 

Gajendra: (hanste hue, haath se uski kamar thapthapate hue) Arre, ab rona mat. Mere bag mein subah 
ki pill hai. Jaane se pehle le lena. Koi baccha nahi, koi problem nahi. Dekha? Main apni pasandida veili 
randi ka khayal rakhta hoon. 

Mom: (fisfisate hue, aansu gaalon par) Abhi de de… please… abhi le lu… jitna der tere saath rahungi… 
utna bura mehsoos hoga… dil bhari hai… khud se nafrat hai… ghar jaana hai… is gunah ko dhona hai… 

Gajendra: (dheere baith kar, muskurate hue pant uthane ke liye) Theek hai, theek hai. Pill teri. Lekin ek pal ke
 liye maante hai – tune andar maal mehsoos kar ke bahut pasand kiya. Tera jism pehle kabhi aise nahi 
kaanpa tha. 

Mom: (dono haathon se chehra chhupate hue, awaaz dabbi) Nahi… nahi maanti… yeh haram hai… galat hai
… bas pill de aur jaane de… please… pehle hi toot rahi hoon… 

Baad mein, jab woh alag hue, maa guest room ke bistar ke kinaare baithi – zyada privacy ke liye wahan
 gaye the – peeli resham ki shorts pehen rahi thi aur blue veil theek kar rahi thi baikhre baalon par. 

Shorts uske curves se chipki hui, resham lamp ki roshni mein chamak rahi thi, veil uske laal chehre ko 
frame kar raha tha, kuchh pal pehle ke bikharne se bilkul alag. 

Gajendra headboard ke sahare let gaya, cigarette jalayi, dhuaan dheeme upar ja raha tha. Usne use 
dekha mischievous grin ke saath. "Shahida, tune bahar bilkul randi ki tarah karah kar ke," woh besharmi 
se bola, dhuaan chhod kar. "Itni wild awaazein, aur maangti rahi – koi bhi sochega tu professional hai." 

Mom ne use dekha, chehra defiance aur baaki sukoon ka mila hua. Woh jhuki nahi ya sharam se laal 
nahi hui; balki seedha baithi, nazar milayi. "Aur agar kiya to? Us pal mein sahi laga. Mujhe chhota mat
 dikhaane ki koshish kar, Gajendra. Hum dono yahan hain, na? Agar main randi hoon, to tu kya hai?" 
Uski awaaz shaant, almost challenge bhari, uske shabdon ko andar nahi lene deti. Woh hanse, ek aur 
kash liya. 

"Sahi kaha, meri jaan. Lekin maante hai – har pal pasand aaya." Woh halka gussa hui, sir hila kar. 
"Shayad. Lekin yeh hum dono ke beech hai. Label ki zaroorat nahi." 

Pyaas gala sukha rahi thi mehnat se, pasine aur mehnat ka namkeen swad abhi bhi. "Paani chahiye,"
 woh dheeme se boli, khadi hui aur shorts theek ki. 

Jab woh kitchen ki taraf gayi, hips naturally hil rahe the, peeli resham uski bhari gol gaand se chipki
 hui, size aur shape ko aur ubhaar rahi thi. Kapda patla, almost see-through, har kadam par thoda
 upar chadhta, gaand ke beech mein phans jaata jaise bina chahe dawat. 

Uski gaand dheeme se hil rahi thi harkat mein, curves saaf aur behkaane wali, nazar ko rok nahi 
paati. Gajendra ki nazar har harkat par thi, aankhein sikud kar tareef mein. Woh dheeme sir 
hilaaya, jaan kar muskurahat faili, jaise koi private mazak enjoy kar raha ho. 






Mere chhupne wali jagah se hallway ke andhere mein, main bhi dekh raha tha – pehli baar bina sharam
 ke. Maine kabhi maa ko aise nahi dekha tha, kabhi gaand par nazar nahi tikayi thi. 

Lekin aaj raat, bandhan toot gaye; uski gaand, itni bhari aur bina maafi maange, andar kuchh janwaron 
jaisa jagaya. Socha Gajendra kya soch raha hoga – use conquest, khilona? Ya kuchh zyada? Uski nazar
 nahi hati jab woh kitchen pahunchi, jug se paani daali, glass counter par halki awaaz se takraya. 

Saari der uski nazar uski gaand ke outline par thi, shorts kaise har curve ko ubhaar rahi thi. Main
 samajh gaya woh koi plan bana raha tha, kuchh shaitani usi hisse par, muskurahat aur gehri
 anticipation mein. 

Mom ne paani piya, thanda paani gale ko sukoon diya, aur guest room wapas aayi, uske bagal mein
 baith gayi. Cigarette ka dhuaan unki intimacy ki baqi khushboo se mila. 

Gajendra ne cigarette ashtray mein dabaya, use dekha aankhon mein chamak. "Shahida, kabhi 
socha hai kuchh alag try karne ka? Jaise… peeche se… teri gaand mein?" Uska sawaal hawa mein 
latka, seedha lekin curiosity bhara. 

Mom: (bistar ke kinaare baithi, abaya jaanghon par neeche ki, awaaz kaamp rahi aur dheemi) 
Gajendra… bas karo. Ab ghar jaana hai. Mera beta intezaar kar raha hai, aur… main pehle se hi 
bahut gandi mehsoos kar rahi hoon. Please, jaane do. 

Gajendra: (abhi nanga, lund aadha sakht, deewar ke sahare muskurate hue) Gandi? Tune teen 
baar mere lund par jhad gayi, Shahida. Teri deendar choot maang rahi thi. Ab prayer mat par 
wapas jaana chahti hai jaise kuchh hua hi nahi? 

Mom: (haathon ko dekhte hue, kaamp rahi) Main… galti ki. Bahut bada gunah. Mera shohar 
hospital mein hai, aur maine… dhoka diya. Yahan nahi reh sakti. ,.' kabhi maaf nahi karega. 

Gajendra: (paas aate hue, awaaz ab dheemi, almost behlaate hue) Arre, itna dramatic mat ban. 
Tu yahan hai. Baith ja. Relax kar. Mere paas kuchh aur try karna hai tere saath. Kuchh… khaas. 
Bahut auratein karti hain. Yeh gehra hai, qareeb karta hai. 

Mom: (nervous nazar utha kar) Kya… kya matlab? Maine pehle hi bahut de diya. Aur kuchh nahi 
kar sakti. 






Gajendra: (uske bagal mein baith kar, haath ghutne par) Aise soch… jaise kuchh phal andar se hi 
meethhe hote hain? Gehrai mein jaana padta hai asli ras chakhne ke liye. Ya jaise ghar mein 
secret darwaza. Zyadatar log sirf aage ka darwaza use karte hain, lekin peeche wala chhupi hui
 kamron tak le jaata hai. Aurat ke jism mein bhi wahi hai. Ek aur tareeka qareeb hone ka. 

Mom: (naak sikod kar, thoda door hui) Gajendra… samajh nahi aa raha kya bol rahe ho. Seedha 
batao. Ghar jaana hai. 

Gajendra: (paas jhuk kar, fisfisate hue) Main teri gaand chodna chahta hoon, Shahida. Woh tight 
chhota ched jiski tu bahut sharam karti hai. Andar slide karna chahta hoon, tujhe mujh par bandh 
mehsoos karna. Sabse gande tareeke se tujhe apna banana. 

Mom: (aankhein dar se phaili, jism peeche hata) Kya?! Nahi! Kabhi nahi! Kya!!! Woh… woh ched 
gandagi ke liye hai! Wahan se… tatti nikalti hai! Ganda hai! Mera shohar – mera apna shohar – kabhi
 nahi maanga! Woh mujhe izzat deta hai! Yeh haram hai, Gajendra! Hamare mazhab mein mana
 hai! Sodomy bada gunah hai! Main kabhi nahi karne dungi! 

Gajendra: (andhere se hanste hue) Sun to sahi. Ab Quran ki ayat suna rahi hai? Hospital mein mera 
maal nigla tha acche chhote randi ki tarah, aur ab scholar ban gayi? Tere imaan ne roka nahi Hiindu
lund ke liye taangein failane se. 

Mom: (awaaz dar se tez) Woh alag tha! Woh… kamzori thi. Lekin yeh… bilkul alag hai. Nahi karungi.
 Nahi kar sakti. Please, jaane do. 

Gajendra: (awaaz sakht) Pet ke bal let ja, Shahida. Abhi. 

Mom: (sir tez hila kar) Nahi… Gajendra, please. Dar lag raha hai. Mat majboor kar. 

Gajendra: (dheemi aur gusse wali awaaz, kalaai pakad kar) Maine kaha let ja. Sochti hai masoom
 biwi ki tarah nikal jayegi? Tu pehle se barbaad hai. Andar maal chhod diya. Bitch ki tarah karahi thi.
 Yeh kuchh bhi nahi jo tune pehle kiya uske saamne. 

Mom: (aansu bhar aaye, awaaz chhoti) Tu mujhe dara raha hai… tu gussa hai… 

Gajendra: Kitchen ja aur tel le aa. 

Meri maa jaldi se kitchen gayi jaise hukm hua, dar rahi thi, usse gussa nahi karna chahti thi. Woh 
zalim ban raha tha. 





Woh ruk gayi, socha, phir bina bole khadi hui. Corner ki shelf se chhoti bottle tel li – ghar ke kaam 
ka bacha hua, shayad massage ya khana banane ke liye. Wapas aayi, bistar par pet ke bal let gayi, 
sir bandhe haathon par, gaand dawat ki tarah pesh. 

Gajendra ke haath turant uski gaand par gaye, naram bhari mams ko zor se masalte hue, tel haathon 
par lagakar massage kar raha tha. Uski gaand bhari, gol, dabav mein naram lekin roz ki zindagi se 
sakht. 





Mere khayalon mein, chhup kar dekhte hue, soch raha tha kitna kismat wala hai Gajendra aaj raat 
– woh maa ki gaand lene wala tha, woh jagah jise kisi ne chhua nahi, baap ne bhi itne saalon ki shadi
 mein nahi. Woh kunwaari thi, paak hone ki alamat uske bhatakne mein bhi, koi mard wahan nahi 
gaya, yeh kaam aur gehra bana deta tha, aakhri rukawat toot rahi thi. 

Gajendra: (use zor se kheench kar bistar par, pet ke bal dhakel kar) Achha. Dar ja. Darna chahiye. 
Jab tak mujhe jo chahiye na mile, nahi jaayegi. Theek se palat. Gaand upar. 

Mom: (siskate hue, muh takiye mein, jism kaamp raha) Please… minnat hai. Mera ghar… mere 
bacche… agar der se ghar gayi to pata chal jayega kuchh galat hai… 

Gajendra: (peeche ghutno par baith kar, gaand failate hue dheere) Woh jaan jayenge tu ek randi hai 
jo bimar shohar se dhoka deti hai. Wohi jaanenge. Ab relax kar apni kunwaari gaand. Main ise 
barbaad karunga. Failaunga. Khulwaunga mere liye. Tu kabhi nahi bhulegi is ched ka maalik kaun hai. 

Mom: (dheeme roti hui) Nahi… please… pehle se hi bahut gandi mehsoos ho rahi hai… sab kho diya… 

Gajendra: (uski gaand par thook kar, zor se ragad kar) Sab kho diya? Tune dignity hospital mein 
ghutno par baith kar kho di thi. Yeh to upar ka cherry hai. Ek gandi _ randi apne Hiindu 
padosi se shithole chudwa rahi hai. Zor se bol – bata mujhe tu le rahi hai. 

Mom: (awaaz toot rahi, mushkil se sunai deti) Main… nahi… bahut zyada hai… 

Gajendra: (gaand par zor se thappad) Bol, Shahida. Warna aur dard hoga. Bol tu apna ganda tatti 
wala ched chudwane degi. 

Mom: (zor se roti hui, haar maan kar) …Main… degi… please bas… dard mat karna… 

Gajendra: (muskurate hue, supara us par ragad kar) Sahi hai. Acchi ladki. Tu pehle se sabse buri 
randi hai. Poora jaane de. Main teri deendar chhoti gaand barbaad karunga. 

Mom: (takiye mein siskate hue) Oh ,.'… maaf kar… bahut sharminda hoon… 

Usne use waisi randi ki tarah treat kiya jaise maine online forbidden porn videos mein dekha tha 
– hukm dete, cheez banate, haath gaand faila kar sabse private jagah dikha rahe the. 

Main hairan tha ki maa ne itni jaldi maan liya; yeh woh aurat jo mujhe sakht --- taleem deti thi, 
modest rehna sikhati thi aur Quran padhati thi. Hamare mazhab mein aurat ki gaand mein ghusna 
sabse bade gunahon mein se hai, hadith mein mana hai jaise janwaron ke kaam, ,.' ke gusse 
aur shadi mein bigaad ka sabab. Yeh jism aur rooh ko maila karta hai, izzat aur sehat ke liye 
mana. Phir bhi woh maan gayi. 

Gajendra: (buri muskurahat, haath gaand se neeche, ungli uski bandh gaand ke darwaze par) Oh,
 Shahida, tera ganda chhota ched maang raha hai. Dekh kaise twitch kar raha – main ungli 
andar daal raha hoon, tu gandi _ randi. 

Mom: (aankhein dar se phaili, zor se chillate hue, tadapte hue aur palatne ki koshish, haath uske 
seene par dhakel rahe) Nahi! Gajendra, ruk! Mat karna! Ahhh! Yeh ghin aati hai—please, nahi! 
(woh taangein dheeme laat maarti, gaand bandh kar rokne ki koshish, aansu chehre par beh 
rahe) yeh mana hai! Mera shohar ne kabhi wahan haath nahi lagaya! 






Gajendra: (buri tarah hanste hue, ek haath se uski taangein zor se alag karke, ungli dheere se uski 
tight gaand mein daalte hue, garam virodh ko todte hue) Bahut der ho chuki hai, tum jhooti chhinal. 
Mehsoos kar rahi ho? Meri ungli ab tumhari tatti wali ched mein gehri daal di hai, jahan se tumhari 
paak tatti nikalti hai. Tum iske ird-gird kas rahi ho jaise koi bebas dhokebaaz — shayad tumhari 
kitabon mein veili ki gaand mein ungli daalne ka zikr nahi hai, hai na? 

Maa: (zor se chillate hue, jism shock aur sharam se tedha ho jata hai, nakhun uske baahon mein 
gadte hue haath hataane ki koshish mein) Aaaah! Ruko! Dard ho raha hai — bahar nikalo! He
 Bhagwan, mujhe maaf kar do… yeh meri beizzati hadd se zyada kar raha hai… mmm… minnat hai,
 ruk jao! 

Gajendra: (ungli aur gehri dhakel kar, andar ghumate hue, uski minnat ko nazarandaaz karte hue)
 Jitni minnat karni hai kar lo, Shahida. Yeh milta hai tumhe itna paak banne ka natak karne ki saza, 
masjid mein ,,., padhne wali aur chupke se lund ki pyaasi. Tumhari gaand itni gandi aur garam 
hai — bilkul us _ sharam ke tatti se bhari hui. 

Maa: (zor se cheekhte hue bhi be-ikhtiyar karah rahi, kamar utha kar use hataane ki koshish, ek 
haath peeche ja kar uski kalaai pakad kar kheenchti) Nahi… ahhh! Abhi bahar nikalo! Yeh sab
 barbaad kar dega — minnat hai, meri izzat mat barbaad karo… ohh… mera imaan, mera 
ghar-baar… ruk jao! 

Gajendra: (aakhir ungli dheere bahar nikaalte hue, use naak ke paas le ja kar zor se soonghte hue,
 aankhein uski aankhon mein gade) Mmm, yeh boo soongho? Tumhari gaand ki tatti ki boo aa rahi 
hai, Shahida — taaza tatti aur tumhari nakli paaki ka mixture. Tum koi nek biwi nahi, tum ek 
badbudar shauchalay ho jo saint banne ka natak karti hai. Kaisa lag raha hai jaanne se ki tumhari 
sabse chhupi ched ab sewer jaisi boo de rahi hai tumhare abaya ke neeche? 

Maa: (saans phoolte hue, sharam se simat kar, awaaz kaamp rahi jab woh apne aap ko chhupati 
hai) Ohhh… yeh kitni beizzati hai… please, aise shabd mat bolo aur… mmm… tum mera naam, 
meri paaki barbaad kar rahe ho… ruk jao! 

Gajendra: (andhere mein hanste hue, ab apni beech ki ungli ko uske hi ras se geela kar ke bina 
chetaavni ke uski gaand mein phir se dhakel dete hue, pehle se zyada gehra) Naam barbaad 
karna? Shahida Paak? Zyada sahi Shahida Tatti-Boo Wali Chhinal. Mehsoos karo yeh doosri ungli 
tumhari gandi ched ko kheench rahi hai — tum sirf ek dhokebaaz kutiya ho jo veil ke peeche 
chhup kar padosi ka lund choosti hai jab uska shohar hospital mein sad raha hai. Tumhare 
bacche tumhe misaal samajhte hain? Ha, tum ek veery peene wali nakli aurat ho jiski gaand 
jhooth aur masala ki pudine ki boo se bhari hai. 

Maa: (phir zor se cheekhte hue, jism hilta hua, uske haath par thappad marte hue aur palatne 
ki koshish) Aaaah! Nahi, ek aur nahi! Bahar nikalo — minnat hai Gajendra, rehem karo! Ahh… 
yeh meri itni beizzati kar raha hai… he Bhagwan kyon… mmm… mujhe aise maila mat karo! 

Gajendra: (ungli andar bahar zor zor se chalate hue, phir bahar nikaal kar zor se soonghte hue, 
use uski naak ke neeche hilate hue) Yeh soongho, bekaar randi. Tumhari apni tatti ki boo — 
tumhara paak naam hamesha ke liye maila. Shahida ka matlab 'zinda', lekin tumhari boo
 murda izzat jaisi hai. Paak banne ka natak? Tum naali se bhi gandi ho, Hiindu ke liye taangein
 failati ho aur dua padhti ho. Tumhara imam tum par thook dega, tumhari daadi Zainab shayad 
wahi chhinal khoon thi jo tum tak aaya. 

Maa: (sir palat kar, cheekhte hue jab woh ungli uske chehre ke paas laata hai, haath kamzor 
se use hataate hue) Nahi! Mujhe mat soonghaao — ahhh! Yeh ganda hai… please ruk jao, tum 
meri rooh tod rahe ho… mmm… mera mazhab yeh beizzati ijazat nahi deta… ohh… minnat hai, 
aur mat! 

Gajendra: (ungli thodi der uske honthon par dabate hue phir peeche khinch kar, muskurate hue) 
Apni beizzati ka swad chakho, Shahida. Tum koi wafadar _ nahi, tum ek tatti-boo wali 
zina karne wali ho, bimaar shohar ko, bacchon ko, Khuda ko dhoka deti ho — sirf iske liye. Kaisi 
lagi yeh nakli paaki barbaad karna? Ab tum sirf ek gandi, be-izzat ched reh gayi ho. 

Baad mein, usne ungliyon se uski panty aur shorts ki kamar pakdi aur ek hi jhatke mein taangon
 se neeche kar diya, use bilkul nanga kar diya. 

Uske gaand ke dono hisse thoda alag hue, tight, sikudi hui ched dikhi. Usne aur tel daala, 
ungliyon se dheere dheere gol-gol massage karte hue, pehle halke se chhedte hue, phir gehra, 
jisse uske muh se halki saans nikalti hai. "Apni badi gaand ke dono hisse mere liye failao, Shahida,"
 usne hukm diya, awaaz mein ikhtiyar. 

Woh ruk gayi, phir peeche haath daal kar apne maans ko pakad kar alag karti hai. "Please Gajendra
… naram rehna. Minnat hai — mujhe achha mehsoos karao." 

Usne muskurate hue beizzati bhare shabdon mein kaha. "Pehle se minnat? Kitni bhookhi chhinal 
ban gayi ho. Zyada failao — mujhe intezaar mat karwao." Uski badi gaand, itni naram aur lubhaane 
wali, use seedha karne mein mushkil de rahi thi; gaand ke hisse virodh kar rahe the, band ho rahe
 the. "Arre, yeh moti gaand beech mein aa rahi hai," usne beizzati ki, ek gaand par halka thappad
 maara. 

"Theek se failao aurat — mujhe tadpa mat." Usne apna lund poora tel se geela kiya, chamak raha
 tha, aur khud ko position kiya, sir uski ched par rakha. Maa chillayi, "Ruko — bahar nikalo! Bahut 
zyada hai!" Lekin woh aage badha, buri baatein karte hue. "Chup aur le lo, chhinal. Mat kaso — 
dheela karo, warna zyada dard hoga. Tumne yeh chaaha tha, yaad hai?" 

Maa: (tez saans lete hue jab Gajendra achanak apne lund ka sir uski tight, kabhi na chhui gaand 
par dabata hai, jism sakht ho jata hai) Nahi… Gajendra, wahan nahi! Please… wahan kabhi nahi…
 ahhh! 

Gajendra: (buri tarah muskurate hue, uski sikudi ched par thook kar mota sir zor se dhakel dete 
hue virodh ko todte hue) Apna paak muh band karo, Shahida. Aaj yeh paak _ gaand 
chudi jayegi. Mehsoos kar rahi ho? Tumhari tatti wali ched Hiindu lund ke ird-gird khul rahi hai 
— kitna jalta achha lag raha hai, hai na? 






Maa: (awaaz phat kar unchi cheekh mein badal jati jab woh gehra dhakel raha hai, ek ek zulm 
bhara inch) Ahhh… oh ,.'… dard ho raha hai… mmm… bahut bada… please dheere… yeh 
gunah hai… bilkul gunah… 

Gajendra: (ab zor se dhakka dete hue, aadha lund ek hi dhakke mein daal dete hue, haath kamar 
par pakad kar) Gunah? Tumhe gunah pasand hai, gandi veili randi. Mere liye cheekho. Batao kitni
 tight hai tumhari gaand apni dhokebaaz choot se. 

Maa: (tooti hui karahate hue, aansu beh rahe, jism har dhakke se aage hilta) Ahh… ahh… yeh… 
bahut tight… mmm… main nahi… Gajendra ruk jao… mera mazhab… meri rooh… 

Gajendra: (ekdum se poora andar dhakel dete hue, use cheekhne par majboor karte hue) Theek 
se jawab do, chhinal. Kaun sa lund abhi tumhari kunwaari gaand barbaad kar raha hai? Zor se
 bolo. 

Maa: (rone aur karahate hue, awaaz kaamp rahi) Tumhara… ahhh… Gajendra ka lund… yeh meri
… meri gaand barbaad kar raha hai… 

Jab woh gehra dhakel raha tha inch inch, main dekhta raha, haath pant ke upar se apna lund 
sehlata hua, sharminda lekin uttejit. Kaise dekh sakta hoon apni maa ko randi banate hue, itni 
beizzati hote hue? Ab uska poora lund andar tha, hilt tak. 

Woh uski gaand barbaad karna chahta tha, zulm bhare irade se dhakke mar raha tha, zor zor 
se chod raha tha, bistar hil raha tha. Uske gaand ke hisse har dhakke se hil rahe the, lahar jaise
 maans par. Woh neeche haath daal kar apni choot sehlane lagi, karah rahi thi, aur usne beizzati 
ki: "Khud ko sehla rahi ho jaise koi bebas kutiya? Ghin aati hai." 






Gajendra: (lagataar dhakke dete hue, chamdi chamdi takra rahi) Acchi ladki. Ab batao apne 
bekaar shohar ke lund ke baare mein. Kitna chhota hai? Kya woh tumhe kabhi jhadta bhi hai? 
Bolo, warna is ched ko chodta rahunga jab tak tum tatti na kar do. 

Maa: (minnat bhari awaaz mein, chehra sharam se laal) Yeh… chhota… mmm… usne kabhi… 
ahh… kabhi mujhe santusht nahi kiya… jaise yeh… 

Gajendra: (buri tarah hanste hue, uske veil se sir peeche kheench kar) Zor se bolo, kutiya. Bolo:
 “Mere shohar ka chhota lund bekaar hai. Woh ek kamzor cuck hai jo apni biwi ko chod nahi sakta.” 

Maa: (awaaz kaamp rahi, sharm se karahate hue maan leti) Mera… ahhh… shohar ka chhota lund
 bekaar hai… woh ek kamzor cuck hai… jo apni biwi ko chod nahi sakta… he Bhagwan mujhe maaf 
kar do… 

Gajendra: (aur zor se dhakke dete hue, uski gaand hilate hue) Bilkul sahi. Ab bolo tum asal mein
 kya ho. Bolo: “Main ek gandi _ chhinal hoon jo apni tatti wali ched ko kafir lund se 
barbaad karwana pasand karti hai.” 







Maa: (cheekhte hue, jism be-ikhtiyar uske ird-gird kas raha) Main… ahhh… main ek gandi _
 chhinal hoon… jo apni tatti wali ched ko… kafir lund se barbaad karwana pasand karti hai… mmm… 

Gajendra: (garajte hue, haath aage daal kar uski clit ko zor se dabate hue) Aur bolo. Apne ko aur
 bura bolo. Sach bolo, tum jhooti dua padhne wali randi. 

Maa: (zor se karahate hue, shabd toot toot kar nikal rahe) Main… ek gandi haram dhokebaaz kutiya…
 ek lund ki pyaasi veili randi… ahh… Hiindu veery ka shauchalay… main gandi hoon… main iski 
haqdaar hoon… 

Gajendra: (zulm bhare dhakke dete hue, awaaz mein nafrat) Haan haqdaar ho. Phir se bolo — zor
 se. Bolo ki tum mere pairon ke neeche ki mitti se bhi neeche ho kyunki tumne mujhe har ched 
maila karne di jo tumhare shohar ne kabhi chhua nahi. 

Maa: (rone wali karahate hue, bilkul toot chuki) Main… ahhh… mitti se bhi neeche… maine tumhe har 
ched maila karne di… jo mera shohar kabhi nahi chhua… main kuchh nahi… sirf ek bekaar… gaand
 chudi hui chhinal… 

Gajendra: (garajte hue, tez aur be-rehem raftaar) Yeh meri acchi chhoti _ suar. Karahati raho 
jaise be-sharam shauchalay ho jab main is paak tatti wali ched ko barbaad kar raha hoon. Ab tum 
meri ho, Shahida — tumhara har ganda inch mera hai।