Adultery Meri Pakiza Ammijaan Ka Bhrashtikaran

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CHAPTER 21


Mere papa ko meri mom ki taraf se jo dhokha mil raha hai, woh bilkul 
deserve nahi karte. Meri mom papa ko sabse bura tareeke se dhokha de rahi hai.




Ammi, Shahida, apni aam shaan se chalti hui aayi, kal raat wala pink resham ka dress ab ek saadha
 apron se bandha hua kamar par. Woh thoda jhuk kar tray ko unke beech ke neeche table par rakhi,
 samosey, biscuit aur taza chai pesh karte hue. 


Jaise hi woh jhuki, Gajendra ki nazar seedhe uski chhati par chali gayi, dress ka modest gala us 
halat mein thoda sa khul kar neeche ke naram ubhaar dikha raha tha. 






Uski nazar wahi ruk gayi, uske choochiyon ke halke ubhaar ko dekhte hue, honthon par halki si
 muskurahat, jo abbu chai hilate hue notice nahi kar rahe the. Ammi jaldi seedhi hui, gaal thode
 laal hue, lekin Gajendra ki taraf aankh nahi uthayi, sirf abbu par tawajjoh di. 

“Yeh lo, Hussein. Samosey taza banaye hain—tumhara pasandida bharavan,” usne kaha, awaaz 
mustaqil lekin ek khatarnak dhage par chal rahi thi, jaise normal hone aur andar ke toofan ke beech
 balance kar rahi ho. 

Ammi aur Gajendra ke beech cheezein sirf surface ke neeche ubal rahi thi, abbu ki bharose bhari 
nazar se chhupi hui. Jab usne Gajendra ke cup mein chai aur daali, ungliyan chhui—uski taraf se jaan
 bujh kar, angutha uske haath par thoda zyada der tak ruka. 

Woh dheere se haath peeche khinchi, lekin usse pehle bijli ka ek jhatka guzar gaya, saans ruk si gayi.
 Abbu ne Gajendra ki market ki baaton par hanse, bilkul be-khabar ki Gajendra ka paon table ke
neeche Ammi ke ankle ko dheeme se chhed raha tha. 

Woh peeche hati, scarf ko bechaini se adjust karti, harkatein saaf lekin tanav bhari. Woh unke saamne 
khatarnak tareeke se kaam kar rahi thi—abbu ko muskurahat se jawab deti, hostess ki tarah refill pesh
 karti, lekin jism ki bhasha jhooth bol rahi thi: kandhe thode jhuke, aankhein Gajendra ki taraf 
chetaavni aur naa-khwahish khwahish ke milaap se. 

Jaise woh ek nazuk naach kar rahi ho, wafadar biwi ka dikhawa banaye rakhte hue, jabki kal raat 
uske jism ko haasil karne wala mard wahi baitha tha, uski mojoodgi gunah ki yaad dilati hui. 

Main living room ke darwaze ke saaye mein chhupa dekhta raha, dil gusse aur dukh ke milaap se mor
 raha tha. Abbu ko itna poora dhoka diya ja raha tha, Ammi aur Gajendra par uska bharosa bilkul na
 tootne wala, jaise bhediye ko khane par dawat di ja rahi ho. 

Kaise woh nahi dekh pa raha Gajendra ki aankhein Ammi ko kha rahi thi, ya uski halat mein halke si 
jhatke? Isne mujhe Ammi ko buri sochne par majboor kar diya, bilkul uski Ammi—meri daadi Zainab
 ki tarah, jisne kal raat Suraj ke saath haram suar ka gosht khaya, phir jungle ke kinare ke us ekant
 bungalow mein usko apni gaand marwane di. 

Yaad saaf ubhari: daadi ki dard bhari cheekhen aur naa-khwahish khushi ki milaap, badi gaand Suraj 
ke dhakkon se hilti hui, sab Grandpa ko dhoka dete hue. 

Kyon mujhe laga daadi ne Ammi ko randi 
tarah pala tha? Yeh un patterns se aaya jo maine dekhe—daadi ke chhupe affair, haram khane aur 
kaamon mein doobna, temptation ki kamzori ki virasat Ammi tak pahunchi. 

Ammi hamesha daadi ki izzat se baat karti thi, lekin ab yeh parda lagta tha: daadi ki deendari sirf 
dikhawa, asli sabaq kaamon mein chhupe, Ammi ko sikhaya ki khwahishen imaan par bhaari pad sakti
 hain, hamare deen ke bahar ke mard wafadar shauharon ke chhode khaliyon ko bhar sakte hain. 

Yeh Ammi ke Gajendra ke saath phisalne ki wajah bata raha tha—virasat mein aayi kamzori, saalon
 tak daadi ke munafiqat dekh kar poshi gayi randi si fitrat. 

Kuchh minute aur serve karne ke baad Ammi ne maafi maangi, kitchen mein dinner check karne ka
 bahana banate hue. “Agar kuchh chahiye to main jaldi wapas aaungi,” usne halki lekin tanav
 bhari awaaz mein kaha, phir andar chali gayi. 

Kitchen garam jagah thi, simmering curry aur stove par taza chapati ki khushboo se bhari. Woh 
counter par masroof ho gayi, sabziyan zor zor se kaatne lagi, chaku cutting board par thap thap 
kar raha tha jaise uske khayalon ko daba de. 

Woh khud se baat karne lagi, yeh woh lafz the jo usne khud se kahe... 



Oh God, maine kya kar diya? Abhi veranda se Gajendra ko chai serve kar ke aayi, aur mera dil
 dhol ki tarah baj raha hai. Woh wahan mere shauhar ke saath baitha hai—mera bechara bimaar 
shauhar—aur phir bhi usne mujhe bhookhi aankhon se dekha, cup dete waqt haath par ungliyan 
ragad di. 

Kyon yeh mujhe itna garam, itna zinda mehsoos karata hai? Mera jism siskari le raha hai, scarf bhi
 flushed chamdi par saans rok raha hai. Agar mere shauhar ne dekh liya to? Woh kamzor hai, lekin
 kabhi kabhi aankhein tez hoti hain. Ya Rabb, agar shak hua to hamara ghar toot jayega. 

Main achhi biwi hoon na? Maine uski bimaari mein khayal rakha, khana banaya, bacchon ko --- 
tareeqe se pala. Saalon se wafadar rahi, har subah ,,., padhi. Yeh Gajendra wala affair khatam
 hona chahiye. 

Main qasam khati hoon, ab ruk jaungi. Koi chori ke lamhe nahi, koi saaye mein fisfisahat nahi. Main
 wapas normal biwi, wafadar Ammi banungi. Aaj raat se zyada rakat padungi, maafi maangungi. 

Lekin abhi khud se itni nafrat kyon? Dekh Shahida—tu munafiq hai, gunahgaar jo deendari ke peeche 
chhupi hai. Pichhle dinon ki ,,., bekaar thi na? Khali lafz, kyonki andar se main Gajendra ke haath
 ki zyada talabgaar hoon Khuda ki rehmat se. Ise tanhaai kehte hoon, shauhar ke lambi hospital mein
rehne se kamzori, lekin yeh bahana hai. 

Kya main randi hoon? Nahi, nahi, aisa nahi ho sakta. Main _ aurat hoon, modest pala, jawani
 mein achhe mard se shadi ki. Randiyan woh hoti hain jo khud ko dikhaati hain, gunah bina pachtawe 
ke talab karti hain. Main sirf kamzori se phisli, Gajendra ki charm ne mujhe hara diya. Yeh meri asliyat 
nahi. 

Oh, lekin khud se jhooth bol rahi hoon na? Dil ke andar sach jaanti hoon—main Gajendra ki randi hoon.
 Qabool karna padega. Jab woh mujhe akele mein aisa kehta hai to main pighal jaati hoon, jis tarah
 usne mujhe choda, ghutno par baithne ki khushi... 

Randi hone mein itna maza aata hai, us haram aag mein samarpan, us tarah mehsoos karna jo mera 
shauhar kabhi nahi kara saka. Haan, yeh mujhe utsaahit karta hai, sirf soch kar meri chut dard karti 
hai. 

Nahi nahi nahi, main aise kaise bol rahi? Yeh shaitan bol raha hai, main nahi. Hosh mein aao; yeh 
paagalpan hai. Iqraar karti hoon, haan, maine sakht gunah kiya, ahd toda, imaan ko dhoka diya. 

Lekin ab nahi. Main badalne ka faisla karti hoon, phir se achhi aurat aur Ammi banungi. Kal roza 
rakhungi, zyada Hadith padhungi, Gajendra se poora door rahungi. Mera Khuda raheem hai; agar 
sachchi tauba karoon to raah dikha dega. 

Phir bhi... Gajendra ka haath mere haath par kyon chipka hai? Nahi, bas karo. ,,., par tawajjoh 
do. Abhi wuzu karungi aur sajde mein sukoon dhoondhungi. Yeh aaj khatam. 



Phir Gajendra ne abbu se maafi maangi ki bathroom ja raha hai. 






Abbu ne be-dhyaan nod kiya, juice pee raha tha. Gajendra chupke se kitchen mein ghus aaya, Ammi ke
 peeche se aaya jaise saya. Woh sakht ho gayi jab uske haath kamar par lapet gaye, use peeche kheench
 kar seene se laga liya. “Shahida, aaj tu bahut tempting lag rahi hai,” usne kaan mein garam saans ke 
saath fisfisaya. “Yeh dress... har jagah sahi se chipki hui.” 

Ammi dheemi saans li, haath chaku par jam gaye. “Gajendra, kya kar rahe ho? Hussein bahar hai. Please, 
bas karo. Meri shadi barbaad mat karo—main pehle hi bahut khatre mein hoon.” 

Uski awaaz chhupi minnat thi, dar se bhari, jism uski pakad mein tan gaya. 

Woh use aur zor se pakda, baahon mein lohe ki tarah, ek haath pet par faila, doosra side par upar 
chadhta hua. 

“Oh, chhod na, Shahida. Tu veranda par shauhar ke bagal baith kar mujhe jis tarah dekhti thi, woh
 jhooth nahi bol sakti. Woh nazrein—josh bhari, aur maangti hui. Tu bhi utna hi chahti hai jitna main.” 

Woh sir hilaati rahi, nikalne ki koshish lekin zor se nahi, jaise awaaz na ho. “Nahi, maine aisa nahi kiya
. Sirf adab tha. Tu khayal bana raha hai. Gajendra, bahar ja. Mera shauhar abhi bhi wahan hai—kabhi 
bhi andar aa sakta hai.” 

Gajendra dheeme se hanse, honth gardan par ragadte hue. “Adab? Aisa kehti hai? Tujhme woh aag 
dikhti hai, Shahida—wahi aag jo kal raat mere neeche karah rahi thi. Tera jism jhooth nahi bolta. Aur
 Hussein? Woh acche aadmi hain, lekin kamzor. Bimaar, hamesha doosron par nirbhar. Woh saamne jo
 hai woh nahi dekhta. Mujhe dikhaane de ek asli mard kya kar sakta hai.” 

Ammi ruk gayi, virodh kamzor padte hue jab uske haath ghoomne lage. “Please... yeh galat hai. Woh 
mera shauhar hai, mere bacche ka baap. Uske baare mein aisa mat bolo. Woh itna kuchh seh chuka hai
 bimaari se.” 

Lekin Gajendra nahi ruka, use thoda ghuma kar saamne kiya, aankhein uski aankhon mein. “Galat? To 
phir mujhe zor se kyon nahi dhakel rahi? Qabool kar—tu is utsaah ki talabgaar hai. Hussein bewakoof 
hai, bahar snack kha raha hai jab main uski cheez le raha hoon.” Woh jhuka, uske honthon ko gehre 
chumban mein bandh liya, muh maangne wala aur zid wala. 

Ammi pehle virodh nahi kiya; honth uske neeche khul gaye, dheemi saans nikli jab woh uske chhue
 hue mein pighal gayi. Kyon? Shayad khatre ki khushi, woh haram kashish jo pehle bhi use kheench 
laayi, us garam lamhe mein dar ko hara deti hui. 






Chumban gehra hua, zubaanen ek doosre se mili, haath ab azaad ghoom rahe—ek haath badi naram 
gaand par, dress ke upar se naram gosht nichodta, doosra peeth par dabav deta use aur paas kheench
 kar, uske choochiyon ko seene se dabate hue, unki bhari fullness dabav mein dab gayi. 

Main chhupe hue dekh raha tha, hairan ki woh itna khatra kar rahe the jab abbu veranda par kadam door
 tha. Ammi itni himmat kahan se laayi? Ya yeh nasha tha, bilkul daadi ki tarah Suraj ke saath sab 
barbaad karne wali? Mera dimag ghoom raha tha, jazbaat ke toofan mein. 

Woh achanak chumban tod kar peeche hati, aankhein phaili. “Hum nahi kar sakte... mujhe dar lag raha
 hai. Agar usne sun liya? Agar andar aa gaya?” 

Gajendra muskuraya, haath abhi bhi us par. “Shahida, relax. Woh bahar chai enjoy kar raha hai, bilkul
 be-khabar. Sirf jaldi ka maza—mujhe mehsoos karne de. Tu jaanti hai tu chahti hai. Kal raat yaad hai? 
Tera jism iske liye bana tha.” 

Uski zid uske samjhane mein toot gayi, haath kaampte hue neeche gaya, uske lund ko pant ke upar se
 pakda. “Theek hai... lekin jaldi. Aur darwaza dekhte rehna.” Woh peeche mud kar veranda ki taraf 
dekhti rahi, dar aankhon mein saaf, darwaza dekh kar confirm kiya ki abbu nahi dekh rahe phir 
Gajendra ko chumban jari rakha. 





Main nazar nahi hata pa raha tha, mere andar ka andhera hissa Ammi ko khilone ki tarah dekhte hue
 pasand kar raha tha—Gajendra ka khelona, virodh ke bawajood farmaanbardar aur utsauk. 

Mere akhlaq khatam ho gaye the, in haqeeqaton ki garmi mein ud gaye; pehle main mazhab ki taleem 
par tha, ghar ki izzat, haram khayalon se door. Ab woh paakizaagi door lagti thi, badle mein ek 
be-sharam khushi jo mujhe sharminda bhi karti thi aur utsaahit bhi. Main itna neeche kaise gira, 
farzanda farmaanbardar se yahan tak? 

Jab woh dono chumban kar rahe the, Ammi ne apni dress ke upar ke button kholne shuru kiye,
 cleavage dikhaane ke liye usko dikhate hue. 








Ammi dheere dheere ghutnon par baith gayi, haathon se uski zip badi sambhal kar kholi. Belt ko bhi
 bahut dhyan se utara. Woh koi galti nahi karna chahti thi, aur maine dekha woh lagataar kaamp rahi
 thi. Mujhe laga yeh isliye ki uska shauhar sirf kuchh meter door tha, dar lag raha tha. 






Usne poora muh mein nahi daala ekdum se; balki dheere shuru kiya, zubaan bahar nikaal kar sirf 
supari ko chaata, precum ka maza lete hue dheemi si awaaz nikali. Dheere se haath se pakad kar sirf 
supari ko honthon ke beech liya, pehle halke se choosa, gaal andar dhase hue rhythm banate hue. 

Gajendra dheeme se karaha, haath uske baalon mein daal kar, kitchen ki khidki se bahar dekhta raha,
 yakeen karte hue ki Abbu abhi bhi bahar baitha hai, bilkul be-khabar. "Jaari rakh, Shahida. Tera
 shauhar wahi hai, kuchh pata nahi," Gajendra fisfisaya, awaaz mein hukm aur mazaak mila hua. 
"Main dekh raha hoon— woh theek hai, sirf phoolon ko ghoor raha. Jaari rakh." 

Yeh yaqeen dilane se Ammi ko hosla mila; dar khatam ho gaya jab Gajendra dekhbhaal ka zimma liya,
 to woh poora dhyan de saki. Usne raftaar badha di, sir tez tez aage peeche, har baar zyada andar
 lete hue. 

Gajendra ne Abbu ko aur neeche giraya, lafzon mein nafrat tapakti hui. "Dekh usko, Hussein,
 bewakoof ki tarah baitha hai jab teri biwi itni josh se mera lund choos rahi hai. Hussein tu kamzor 
hai, Shahida— tujhe deserve nahi karta." 

Usne uska sir pakad kar mazbooti se guide kiya, Ammi ne maan liya, blowjob tez aur joshila. Mujhe 
laga woh maze le rahi thi— aankhein jhapakti hui, dheemi karahen uske ird-gird goonjti hui, haath
 uski raanon par pakad kar sahara le rahi thi. Uski josh se saaf tha, khatre ke bawajood yeh kaam
 usko pasand aa raha tha. 

Gajendra ne usko sharminda kiya, fisfisahat mein be-izzati: "Bas yeh, tu chhinal. Apne hi kitchen 
mein mera lund choos rahi hai jab tera bechara shauhar intezaar kar raha. Ab tu meri hai na? Is lund
 ki aadi." 

Uska chhota muh uske 11-inch lambai ke ird-gird faila hua, phir bhi poora andar ja raha tha, ek aisa 
kaam jo mujhe hairan kar gaya— Ammi ka nazuk muh to gajar bhi chhote tukde kar ke nahi khaati, 
lekin yahan poora andar le rahi thi, honth kase hue. 

Achanak ek awaaz— counter par se bartan gir gaye, Ammi ki kohni se takra kar. Awaaz tez goonji, aur
 Abbu ki awaaz veranda se aayi: "Shahida? Sab theek hai wahan?" 

Ammi jam gayi, hairan, muh abhi bhi Gajendra ke lund mein, aankhein dar se phaili hui. 

Gajendra ne jaldi se apne aap ko sambhala, casually jawab diya, "Theek hai, Hussein! Bas chamach
 gir gaya. Shahida sambhal rahi hai." Phir Ammi ki taraf mud kar fisfisaya, "Chup raho— main usko
 yaqeen dilata hoon." 

Ammi ruk gayi lekin poora peeche nahi hati, lund abhi muh mein, thook thodi si thodi si daadi par
 beh rahi thi. Woh susti se jaag gayi, muh ponchhe bina khadi hui aur bola, "Haan Hussein, sab 
theek! Aaj thodi be-dhyaani ho gayi." Uski awaaz mazboot thi, lekin saans tez. 

Abbu hans pada. "Theek hai, fikr mat karo. Gajendra, wapas aao taaki dukaan ke badhne ki baat
 jaari rakhein." 

Gajendra ne khidki ki taraf sar hilaya. "Ek minute mein, Hussein. Shahida ko jaldi se kuchh madad 
kar raha hoon." 

Ammi bina kahe phir neeche baith gayi, bhook saaf dikhti hui usne Gajendra ke bade lund ko phir
 choosna shuru kiya, aur gehra aur tez. Mujhe tab pata chala woh kitni chhinal thi— uske lund ki
 aadi, khatra hi uski khwahish ko badha raha tha, bujha nahi raha. Woh yeh gulaami, yeh haram
 thrill chahti thi, jism pehle ke dar ke bawajood jawab de raha tha. 

Mujhe ajeeb si khushi hui Ammi ko Gajendra ka lund chooste dekh kar jab Abbu bahar bewakoof 
ki tarah baitha tha, be-khabar. Yeh yaad dilata tha ki Ammi ne Abbu ko aise logon se chetavni di
 thi— Gajendra jaise madad ke naam par andar ghusne walon se. 

"Hussein, bahar walon se sambhal ke," woh mahinon pehle boli thi. "Saamne muskurate hain lekin
 peeche se tera maal le jaate hain." Woh misaalon mein boli thi, hint deti hui ki agar non-Musslim
 jaise Gajendra se zyada qareeb rahega to woh kho jayegi, lekin Abbu ne nazarandaaz kiya, apne
 "dost" ki bhalai par yakeen kiya. 

Ab Ammi poori tarah Gajendra ki ho chuki thi; Abbu ne apni bewakoofi se usko kho diya, ek aise 
mard par bharosa kiya jo uski kamzori ka faida utha raha tha. Abbu ne galti ki uski chetavni na
 sun kar, Gajendra ko ghar mein daakhil kar diya. 

Gajendra zor se karaha jab woh jhadne ke qareeb pahuncha, jism tan gaya. "Shahida... main nikal 
raha hoon." Usne apna doodh uske chehre par daala, garam jharte gaalon aur honthon par, karah 
goonjti hui. 

Abbu ne phir suna: "Gajendra? Theek ho? Jaise zor se awaaz aayi." 

Gajendra ne apne aap ko sambhala, maatha ponchha. "Haan, bas galat stretch ho gaya— purani
 peeth dard uth gaya. Jaldi aata hoon." 

Abbu yakeen kar liya, hans kar. "Aaram se. Yeh kursiyan itni aaramdeh nahi." 

Abbu kitna bewakoof tha, itni aasani se dhoka kha gaya? Is baar Ammi uth kar jawab nahi diya;
 uska chehra poora sperm se bhara, tapak raha tha. 

Gajendra ne neeche dekha, muskurate hue. "Shahida, aise bahut khoobsurat lag rahi ho. Lekin 
saaf kar lo— Hussein ko apni biwi ko mere nishaan ke saath nahi dekhna chahiye." 

Gajendra: (apne lund se aakhri boondein cum ko uske gaal par ponchhte hue, muskurate jab woh
 kitchen mein ghutno par baithi thi, chehra chamak raha) Mmm, achha kaam kiya, Shahida. Bilkul 
professional ki tarah choosa. Ab jaa bahar aur apne shauhar ko achha gehra chumban de honthon 
par. 

Ammi: (haath ke peeche se muh ponchhte hue, aankhein dar se phaili, awaaz tez fisfisahat mein)
 Kya? Nahi! Kya paagal ho gaye ho, Gajendra? Mera chehra tere... tere gande cum se bhara hai! 
Main uske saath aise chumban kaise kar sakti hoon jab maine abhi tera lund choosa hai 






Gajendra: (dheeme se hanste, pant ki zip band karte hue) Oh, haan kar sakti ho. Aur karogi bhi.
 Zyadatar ponchh lo agar chahti ho, lekin thoda chamak chhod dena. Main chahta hoon woh bina
 jaane mera maza chakhe. 

Ammi: (kaampte hue khadi hoti, veranda ki taraf dekhti jahan abbu be-khabar baitha tha) Kyon?
 Kyon mujhe itna ganda kaam karwa rahe ho? Tum rakshas ho! 

Gajendra: (paas jhuk kar, garam saans kaan par) Kyonki yeh ganda garam hai, Shahida. Socho uske 
honth tere par, abhi bhi mere cum se chipchipa. Woh sochega yeh sirf tumhara chapstick ya
 paseena hai, lekin tum jaanogi yeh mera beej hai jo woh chaat raha hai. Yeh sabse bada dhoka 
hai jo main dekhna chahta hoon. 

Ammi: (kaampte hue, aasteen se chehra saaf karne ki koshish) Bas karo! Yeh ghin aati hai. Mera
 shauhar acche aadmi hai— woh is be-izzati ke layak nahi. Aur main bhi nahi! 

Jab woh sink ke paas jhuk kar chehra aur muh dho rahi thi, paani zor zor se chhidakti hui, 
Gajendra peeche khada tha, haathon se uski badi gaand ko malish kar raha— naram tukdon ko zor 
se nichodta, angoothon se dress ke upar se curves trace kar raha. 

"Gajendra, ruk jao," woh virodh karti rahi, lekin aadha dil se, muh kulli karte hue. "Hum yeh bar
 bar nahi kar sakte. Hussein bahar hi baitha hai." Woh aur paas dab gaya, malish zyada zid wali 
ho gayi, gaand ke tukdon ko kheench kar failaate hue masti mein. 






"Lekin mujhe aur chahiye, Shahida. Abhi yahin teri chut mar loon— tez aur zor se. Tu jaanti hai 
tujhe zarurat hai." 

Ammi seedhi hui, gusse se uski taraf palti. "Nahi! Bilkul nahi. Main tum par itna gussa hoon ki 
sab khatre mein daal rahe ho. Mera shauhar— Hussein— veranda par hai. Ek awaaz aur, sab 
khatam. Wapas bahar jao pehle woh shak kare. Kyon chahte ho main apne shauhar ko chumban 
doon jab maine abhi tera lund choosa hai?" 

Gajendra: (muskurahat aur failate, uski kalaai pakad kar ponchhne se rokta) Yahi to maqsad 
hai, tum dhokebaaz veili. Maine tere sundar _ muh ko kachcha choda, tere pious 
chehre par apna maal gira diya. Ab jaa share kar. Use bina jaane thoda sa nigalwa do jo tune
 pee liya. 

Ammi: (kheench kar alag hoti, awaaz ghin se kaamp rahi) Tum kitne gande ho, Gajendra. Kaise 
soch sakte ho aisa? Jaise tum meri shadi ko neeche gira kar maza le rahe ho! 

Gajendra: (sar hilaate, aankhein chamakti) Bilkul sahi. Socho— tera shauhar bahar be-khabar, jab
 uski biwi ke honth doosre mard ke cum se chamak rahe. Jab tu usko chumban degi, jaise main 
uske muh mein apna nishaan laga raha hoon. 

Ammi: (darwaze ki taraf peeche hatati, chehra sharam se laal) Nahi, nahi karungi. Yeh bahut 
zyada hai. Mera mazhab, mere waade... tum sab paak cheezon ko bigaad rahe ho! 

Gajendra: (paas aate, awaaz mein mazaak) Paak? Paanch minute pehle tu ghutno par mera Hiindu
 lund gale tak le rahi thi. Jaa, Shahida. Gehri chumban de— zubaan ke saath. Use woh namkeen
 maza chakha jo maine tere gaalon par chhoda tha. 

Ammi: (siskari, lekin darwaze par ruk kar) Please, mat karwao. Yeh bahut galat hai... woh soongh
 lega, ya chakhega. Agar shak kar liya to? 

Gajendra: (dheeme hanste) Nahi karega. Budha aadmi shayad aadha bewakoof hai. Lekin tu 
mehsoos karegi na? Har baar jab uski zubaan teri chhuegi, yaad aayega mera gala tak kaise tha. 
Isliye chahta hoon— teri chhupi sharam, hamara chhota khel. 

Ammi: (aankhon mein aansu, palat kar) Tum bilkul shaitan ho. Bilkul shaitan. Theek hai main jaati 
hoon aur usko chumban doongi lekin mujhe mat dekho aur yeh yahin khatam. Aur nahi. 

Gajendra: (use jaate dekh kar, muskurate) Yeh khatam nahi hoga randi, abhi jaa. 

Phir meri aankh ke kinaare se dekha kaise Ammi seedhi us jagah gayi jahan abbu baitha tha, abbu
 hairan ho gaya Ammi ke chehre ko dekh kar, abbu kuchh bolne se pehle, Ammi jhuk kar usko
 chumban de diya. 

Mujhe bahut ghin aayi lekin saath hi bahut garam bhi laga kyonki Ammi sach mein mere abbu ko 
barbaad kar rahi thi. Woh usko chumban de rahi thi sirf kuchh minute baad jab usne Gajendra ko
 blowjob diya tha, mujhe abbu ke liye bahut dukh hua, usko nahi pata woh kya chakha raha hai.