Adultery Meri Pakiza Ammijaan Ka Bhrashtikaran

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CHAPTER 25






Ab se main apni mom ko Gajendra ki randi maanta hoon, papa ki biwi nahi. Woh impurity 

se poori tarah dhoos gayi hai.













Subah ho gayi. Raaste se guzarne wale log hamare ghar ko dekhte to sochte— yahan nek log rehte hain, rozana tilawat,

 halal khana saath baant kar, ghar wale kitab-e-muqaddas ki taleem se bandhe hue. 



Lekin andar, oh andar to yeh gandagi ka brothel ban chuka tha, chhupe gunahon ka adda jo har kone ko maila kar chuka

 tha. Hawa bhaari thi raat ke debauchery ke nishaanon se: shadi ke kamre ke bistar par paseene se bheegi chadaron ki 

musky boo jahan Ammi ne Gajendra ke saamne apne aap ko samarpit kar diya tha, sharir ke fluids ki tez, teekhi boo aur 

Gajendra ke Ammi ki gaand mein jaane se nikli mitti jaisi tatti ki gandi boo— Ammi ki tatti, jaldi saaf na hone ki wajah

 se smear hui hui. 



Main us subah thaka hua utha, jism bhaari raat ke bechain khwabon se jo maine dekhe the. Patli chadar ke neeche hilte

 hue mehsoos hua mere lund ke ird-gird sookhi mani ki crusty layer, chhipke hue dekhne ke waqt apni sharmnaak nikalne

 ki chipchipi yaad. 



Muh banate hue utha, aankhein ragad kar dhoop se bachaya. Jaldi se black short aur saada t-shirt pehna, kapda jism par

 thanda laga, umeed thi naya kapda gunah ko dhone dega, lekin woh boo ki tarah chipka raha. Nange paon hallway mein

 chalte hue pehle nazar padi abbu par jo sofa par abhi so rahe the, seena upar neeche ho raha tha gehri, ghair-tabee 

saanson mein. 



Raat ko Ammi ne jo dawai chai mein daali thi woh us par bhaari thi, use majboor be-hoshi mein rakhe hue taaki woh 

Gajendra ke saath apna affair bina rukawat ke kar sake. Abbu ka chehra sukoon bhara tha, bachche jaisa, be-khabar ki 

unki biwi ne yeh sab plan kiya tha unke shadi ke bistar par dhoka dene ke liye. 



Curious aur bechain hokar main shadi ke kamre ke darwaze ki taraf dheere se gaya, jo thoda khula tha. Andar jhaank kar

 dekha Gajendra abhi gehri neend mein bistar par pada tha, chaudi seena nanga, ek baazu faila hua jaise yeh jagah uski ho 

jo asal mein abbu ki thi. Kamra bikhar gaya tha: takiye idhar udhar, hawa mein unke milan ki garmi. 



Lekin Ammi kahan thi? Dil tez dhadka. Woh bistar par nahi, attached bathroom mein bhi nazar nahi aayi. Peeche hata kar 

maine ghar mein uski talash shuru ki, dheeme kadmon se. 



Poora ghar paseene aur raat ki us khaas, chipki hui tatti ki boo se bhara tha— Ammi ki tatti, jab Gajendra ne uski gaand 

maari thi, jaldi mein poori saaf na hone ki wajah se. Yeh boo corridor mein phaili hui thi, yaad dilati kitna neeche gir

 chuke the hum. 



Jab main ghar ke peeche chhote exercise area mein ghuma— yoga mat aur kuchh dumbbells wala chhota sa— wahan usko 

dekha. Ammi white short mein thi jo taangon se chipki hui, matching white top jo curves par kasi hui, aur hairaan karne 

wala— white veil sar par lapeta hua, jaise deendari aur provocation ko mila rahi ho. 



Woh apni routine mein thi, stretching aur halke squats, jism ki fluidity se gaand har harkat mein thoda hil rahi thi. Maatha

 par paseena, saans steady, form par focus. Us tarah dekh kar ek pal khushi hui— woh zinda lag rahi thi, khud ka khayal 

rakh rahi— lekin phir khatra yaad aaya. 











Gajendra abhi ghar mein tha, abbu living room mein drugged; woh kaise fikar nahi karti? Woh hamare ghar ko barbaad 

karne ko tayyar lag rahi thi, itne revealing kapdon mein jism dikha kar jab khatra paas tha. Yeh be-dari mujhe garam kar

 gayi, shorts mein unwanted hulchul jab main uski be-dari ki tareef kar raha tha. Woh darti kyon nahi? Abbu ke achanak

 jaagne se, padosiyon ke khidki se dekhne se? 



Main dheere paas gaya, gala saaf kar ke awaaz di. “Assalamu alaikum, Ammi. Itni subah exercise kar rahi ho. Achha lag 

raha hai.” 



Woh seedhi hui, haath ki peeth se maatha ponchha, chehre par muskurahat. “Wa alaikum assalam, beta. Haan, socha din 

shuru hone se pehle jaldi session kar loon. Energy deti hai. Tu ne neend kaisi li?” 



“Theek thi, shayad. Thodi bechain. Abbu abhi sofa par so rahe hain. Woh theek hain? Fajr ke liye to uth jaate hain.” 



Ammi ka chehra nahi badla, lekin aankhein ek pal jhuki. “Oh, woh theek hain. Shayad kal se thak gaye. Hospital se

 recovery mein waqt lagta hai na? Raat bhar paththar ki tarah soye rahe. Thoda aur aaram karne do.” 













Phir hum aur baatein karne lage, halke topics par. “To nashta kya hai?” maine deewar ke sahare poocha. 



Woh dheeme se hanasi, paon chhoone jhuki. “Socha anda aur paratha. Ya phir halka kuchh, aaj garmi hai. Tu kya 

chahta

 hai?” 



“Ande achhe lagenge. Waise, Jabir se baat hui lately? Socha call kar loon.” 



“Nahi recently, lekin kar lena. Dosti zaroori hai. Aur padhai kaisi chal rahi? Tu is baare mein chup rehta hai.” 



Baad mein workout khatam kar Ammi bathroom mein nahane gayi. Bahar nikli to leopard-print jumpsuit pehna tha

 jo har 

curve par kasa hua, bold pattern hips aur bust ko highlight kar raha tha, bilkul modest nahi. 



Kapda sleek, chamakdar, halke jewellery ke saath, modern aur confident lag rahi thi. Usne pehle Gajendra ke liye

 nashta 

banaya, tray mein chai, toast aur phal le kar bedroom mein gayi jahan woh jaag raha tha. Abbu ki taraf dekha bhi

 nahi 

uthane ya khana dene ke liye; Gajendra uska focus tha, priority saaf badal gayi. 



Iska matlab woh poori tarah uski lover ban chuki thi, shauhar ko bina pachtawe ke side kar diya, ghar ke andar

 aane wale

 ko ghar ka sar par rakh diya. Yeh hamare family ke dynamics ka poora ulta tha— abbu provider the, ab baad mein,

 jabki

 bahar wala pehla. 



Phir bhi ab woh bahut careful thi, idhar udhar dekhti privacy ke liye, harkatein plan kiya hua facade banaye 

rakhne ke 

liye. 



Unki baat dheeme se aayi jab woh tray rakhti thi. “Good morning, Gajendra. Tere liye nashta laya. Kha le jaane

 se

 pehle.” 



Woh baitha, aankhein ragad kar, grin faila. “Shahida, tu mere liye bahut achhi hai. Kal raat kamal thi. Tu aag thi.” 



Woh sharma gayi lekin muskurayi. “Shh, dheeme. Haan, thi. Ab seriously, jaldi ja Hussein jaagne se pehle ya

 mera beta dekh le. Dawai ka asar jaldi khatam hone wala hai.” 













Usne kamar se kheench kar paas kiya. “Itni jaldi kya? Thoda maze le loon. Tu is jumpsuit mein shandaar lag rahi. Ek

 round aur chahta hoon.” 



“Gajendra, nahi. Abhi nahi. Risk nahi le sakte. Ja, please. Baad mein milte hain.” 



Woh jhuka, gehra chumban, haath gaand par gaye, patle kapde ke upar naram gosht nichoda. Ammi ne majboori 

se chumban toda. “Bas. Ab ja, der ho jayegi.” 



“Theek hai,” woh khada hua. “Lekin aaj raat— phir chodna chahta hoon. Wahi aag, wahi sab.” 



Woh ruk gayi, phir sar hila diya. “Theek hai. Aaj raat. Ab jaldi ja.” 













Woh peeche ke darwaze se nikal gaya, chupke se. Ammi peeche dekhti rahi, abbu ko check kiya jo abhi dheeme

 kharrate le rahe the. Woh jaanti thi subah hone se dawai ka asar kam hone wala tha, kabhi bhi jaag sakte the. 



Main jaanta tha woh hamare ghar ko poora jalaana nahi chahti, isliye achhi _ biwi ki tarah chhupati thi— 

deendari ka dhong banaye rakhte hue apni khwahishen poori karti. 



Ek saans le kar usne jhaadu aur balti uthayi, farsh saaf karne lagi, raat ke gande nishaan mitati hui. 



Baad mein dheere se abbu ko uthaya. 



Ammi: (abbu ke kandhe dheere hila kar, awaaz meethi aur fikarmand) Hussein, utho habibi. Subah ho gayi. Kal raat

 sofa par so gaye. Aao, aankhein kholo. 



Abbu: (susti se baith kar, aankhein ragad kar confuse) Huh? Kya... Shahida? Main yahan kyon? Poori raat sofa par 

soya? Sar bhari lag raha... jaise behosh ho gaya tha. 



Ammi: (masoom muskurahat, use seedha baithane mein madad) Oh bechara. Dinner ke baad purana cricket match dekh

 rahe the TV par, yaad hai? Beech mein so gaye. Tumhe disturb nahi karna chahti thi— itne sukoon se so rahe the. Lo,

 paani le lo. 



Abbu: (paani le kar dheere pee, abhi bhi ghabraya) Cricket match? Mujhe... yaad nahi. Aakhri baat shaam ko tere

 saath chai peete hue yaad hai. Uske baad kuchh blank. Ajeeb hai. Sar to nahi laga? 



Ammi: (haath pat kar tasalli se) Nahi nahi, aisa kuchh nahi. Bas din bhar thake hue the. Recovery mein zyada mehnat

 kar rahe ho. Shayad isliye yaad thodi kamzor hai. Fikar mat karo, main hoon na tere liye. 



Abbu: (maatha chhoo kar, dard se) Haan shayad... lekin theek nahi lag raha, Shahida. Jism dard kar raha, pet 

ghabraya hua. Jaise hangover. Yeh normal nahi. 



Ammi: (sahaanubhuti se sar hila, awaaz caring) Oh Hussein, bahut bura lag raha hoga. Abhi hospital ja kar check kara

 lo. Shayad dawaiyon ka side effect ya thakan jama ho gayi. Pehle halka nashta bana deti hoon— kuchh bhari nahi, 

sirf toast aur chai pet settle karne ke liye. 



Abbu: (ruk kar soch) Nashta... kal raat kya khaya ya piya tha? Kuchh ajeeb to nahi tha? Shayad usi se yeh. 



Ammi: (awaaz steady aur garam) Kuchh aam se alag nahi, habibi. Tera pasandida— saada dal chawal, woh herbal chai

 jo sehat ke liye peete ho. Sab achha, halal cheezein tujhe mazboot rakhne ke liye. Tu ne kaha tha taste perfect hai TV 

dekhne baithne se pehle. Zyada soch mat; abhi poori recovery nahi hui. 



Abbu: (achanak hawa soonghte, bhaun sikod) Ruk... yeh boo kya hai? Jaise... cologne ya kuchh. Tez, musky. Pehchaani 

si— jaise padosi Gajendra ka perfume. Woh yahan tha? 



Ammi: (ek pal jam gayi, aankhein shock se phaili phir sambhali, awaaz thodi ruk ruk) Gajendra? Oh... haan, subah thodi 

der aaya tha. Bas dekhne aaya tu kaisa hai, padosi wali fikar. Kuchh minute pehle gaya. Maine nahi bataya kyonki tu so 

raha tha. 



Abbu: (sir tedha kar confuse) Subah? Lekin boo itni tez... jaise zyada der tha. Mujhe kyon nahi uthaya? Theek se salaam 

karta. Woh mohalle mein madad karta hai; hello na kehna badtameezi hai. 



Ammi: (jaldi recover, muskurate) Socha tha, lekin tu itne gehre kharrate le raha tha, Hussein. Aaram disturb nahi karna 

chahti thi— abhi tujhe iski sabse zyada zarurat hai. Gajendra ne samjha; salaam kehne ko kaha aur bola jab tu behtar 

ho tab aayega. 



Abbu: (dheere sar hila, maatha ragadte) Theek hai, samajh aata hai. Lekin yeh sar dard... haan, tu sahi keh rahi.

 Hospital ja kar doctor se mil loon. Shayad test karwa loon. 



Ammi: (uske saath khadi, uthane mein madad) Haan, abhi ja habibi. Aaram se— gaadi dheere chalana. Main yahan

 khatam kar ke thodi der mein aa jaungi. Pharmacy se kuchh chahiye to laa dena. 



Abbu: (chabi le kar, darwaze par ruk) Shukriya, Shahida. Tu hamesha mere liye itni achhi. Pahunch kar text kar dunga. 



Ammi: (meethi muskurahat se haath hila) Sab theek ho jayega. Love you. 



(Abbu nikal gaye, darwaza band kar ke.) 







Ammi: (khud se, khidki se unko jaate dekh kar smirk) Oh, bahut ustaad tareeke se sambhala. Us bewakoof se jhooth

 bolna kitna aasan— pasina bhi nahi aaya. Hussein, tu kitna ahmaq hai. Jab Gajendra pehli baar aaya tha maine 

tujhe chetavni di thi, bola bahut friendly, bahut charming lagta hai. Lekin nahi, tu ne usko bhai jaise bharosa kiya, 

chai pe bulaya. Aur ab? Ab Gajendra har mauke par mujhe pagal kar ke chodta hai, tere saamne. Teri galti hai— teri

 kamzori, teri bimaari ne mujhe asli mard ki bhookh di. Khud ko blame kar itne saalon se mujhe satisfy na karne ke

 liye. 



Tu itna andha kaise, bekaar shauhar? Apne bistar par biwi ko randi ki tarah chudte hue notice nahi kar sakta, har

 ched se cum tapakta jab tu drugged suar ki tarah kharrata hai. Chai mein powder itni aasani se daala, aur tu ne

 bina sawaal pi liya. Bechara. Tu is dhoke ka haqdaar hai— tera chhota lund kabhi Gajendra ki tarah mujhe 

jhadwaya nahi, mujhe faila kar, mujhe apna bana kar. 



Mujhe tujh par dhoka dena pasand hai, Hussein, hamari shadi ab boring hai. Tujh par dhoka dena kitna acha lagta 

hai Hussein, yeh thrill, yeh taqat. 



Tujhe be-khabar ladkhadate dekh kar jab main doosre mard ki boo se bhari hoon? Mazedaar. Aur teri sehat? Mujhe 

ab parwah nahi. Hospital mein sad, jitna chahe— shayad zyada waqt mile Gajendra ke liye taange failane ko. Tu 

ab sirf bojh hai, bewakoof, andha cuckold. Main qasam khaati hoon, ab dikhawa khatam. Main Gajendra ki randi 

hoon, tu sirf background ka bewakoof. 





Usi subah, hamari padosan aunty Nafisa Ammi se milne aayi. 



Ammi: (darwaza khol kar, thodi bikheri lekin halki muskurahat) Salaam alaikum, Nafisa! Kya surprise hai. Andar 

aao, andar aao. Itni subah— poora chal kar aayi? 



Nafisa: (muskurate hue) Wa alaikum salaam, Shahida! Haan, socha aa jaun. Veranda par chalte hain; bahar achha

 hai, aur Hussein ya tere bete ko jagaye bina baat kar sakte hain. 



Nafisa: To bata, behen. Kal raat tune text kiya tha “kuchh wild hua”— mat soch bhool gayi. Kya hai tea? Ya kehun,

 kya hai dick? ( aankh maar kar) 



Ammi: (gehri laali, chai sip karte) Nafisa, shh! Itni zor se nahi. Theek hai... kal raat... pagalpan tha. Kahan se

 shuru karoon. Gajendra phir aaya. 



Nafisa: (josh se jhuk kar, aankhein phaili) Gajendra? Tera hot Hiindu padosi? Oh mera Khuda, sab bata! Choda usne? 

Aaja, tu chhinal, details! 



Ammi: (ruk kar, phir saans chhod) Haan... kiya. Mere sab chedon mein, Nafisa. Yahan ghar mein, jab Hussein

 sitting room mein so raha tha. Mujhe aisi randi mehsoos ho rahi hai isko hone diya. 



Nafisa: (haathon se tali baja kar excited) Sab ched? Tu poori chhinal, Shahida! Jaanti thi tere andar hai. Poora

 play-by-play bata— kaise shuru hua? Chupke aaya? Zor daar tha? Bata, bata! 



Ammi: (cup se khelti) Powder se shuru hua. Gajendra ne din mein yeh sleeping powder diya. Bola harmless hai,

 bas Hussein ko gehri neend dene ke liye taaki pakde na jayen. Maine shaam ki chai mein mix kar di, Nafisa. 

Yakeen hai maine apne shauhar ke saath yeh kiya? Woh bharosa karta tha, bina sawaal pi gaya. Jaldi asar hua— 

kuchh minute mein couch par behosh, dheeme kharrate. Gajendra ne text kiya peeche darwaza kholne ko. Dil 

dhadak raha tha jab maine khola, jaanti thi kya hone wala hai. 



Nafisa: (shararti hansi) Oh, tu chalu kutiya! Shauhar ko drug kar side dick ke liye? Next level naughty. Bet soch

 kar hi chut geeli ho gayi. Kaisa powder? Aphrodisiac jaisa ya sirf behosh karne wala? Aur Hussein hila bhi nahi? 

Khuda, yeh thrill! 









 



Mom: (sir hilaate hue) Bas ek sedative tha, kuchh khaas nahi. Haan, poori raat ek muscle bhi nahi hila usne. 

Bahut bura lag raha hai, Nafisa. Hussein itna kamzor ho gaya hai bimaari se—woh mujh par poora bharosa

 karta hai, har cheez ke liye mujh par nirbhar. Aur main wahan uske saath dhoka de rahi thi apne hi ghar

 mein. Aisi kaunsi biwi hoti hai? 



Nafisa: (haath hila kar) Arre bas karo yeh hamdardi, Shahida. Hussein bada aadmi hai; woh theek ho jayega. 

Kabhi khud ke baare mein socho! Mahinon se uski dekhbhaal kar rahi ho—kya tumhe thoda maza nahi milna

 chahiye? Gunah chhodo; randi zindagi ko gale lagao. 



Mom: (jaari rakhte hue, awaaz dheemi) Waise bhi, jab Hussein behosh ho gaya, Gajendra ne mujhe drawing 

room mein hi kheench liya. Humne josh se chumban kiya, uske haath mere poore jism par, nightie ke upar

 se choochiyon ko nichod raha tha. Hussein ki kharrate background mein thi, Nafisa—kitna khatarnak, kitna 

galat. Main dekh sakti thi couch par uska saaya, seena upar neeche ho raha tha araam se, aur yeh doosra

 mard meri zubaan choos raha tha. Pehle main hatne ki koshish ki, fisfisaya 'Yahan nahi, agar woh jaag gaya 

to?' lekin Gajendra hasa aur aur zor se chumban kiya, mujh par ragadte hue. Uske honth sakht the, maangne

 wale, Hussein ke naram chumbanon se bilkul alag. Yeh bohot der tak chalta raha—main uske muh mein 

dheemi karah rahi thi, jism dhoka de raha tha, geeli hoti ja rahi thi. 



Nafisa: Soye hue shauhar ke saamne chumban? Yeh to bahut garam hai! Uske lund ka dabav mehsoos hua? Bet 

tum tapak rahi thi, chhoti shaitaan. Jaari rakho—usne wahan ungli ki ya kya? 



Mom: (sir hila kar) Haan... haath kapdon ke neeche daala, chumban karte hue mujhe chheda. Phir mujhe utha 

kar bistar par le gaya. Hussein ke bistar par, Nafisa—hamara shadi ka bistar. 



Nafisa: (haath se pankha karte hue) Uthakar le gaya? Har ched mein choda? Shahida, tum sapna jee rahi ho! 

Gaand wale hisse ki tafseel—dard hua? Maza aaya? Itni randi ho ki usko teri kunwaari gaand dene di. 



Mom: (neeche dekhte hue, uljhan mein) Poora waqt bura lag raha tha. Har dhakke mein meri qasmein yaad

 aati thi, Hussein ke saath banayi zindagi. Woh acche aadmi hain—hamara kharcha uthate hain, mere saath

 ,,., padhte hain, bete se pyar karte hain. Aur main wahan hamare bistar ko maila kar rahi thi, pornstar 

ki tarah karah rahi thi jab woh bimaari se ubhar raha tha. Gunah lahar lahar aata tha; main darwaze ki

 taraf dekhti rehti thi, sochti thi agar woh andar aa gaya, apni biwi ko padosi ke liye faili dekh kar. Rooh cheer

 rahi thi, Nafisa—main deendar honi chahiye, misaal. Kaise itni neeche gir gayi? 



Nafisa: (aankhein ghuma kar) Phir se yeh bura mehsoos? Shahida, hosh mein aao. Hussein ki bimaari teri galti 

nahi, aur teri boreyat bhi nahi. Tumhe maza haq hai—us par hamdardi mat barbaad karo. 



Mom: (ruk kar, dheeme se qabool karte hue) Lekin... ek hissa acha laga. Sach mein acha. Hussein ke naak ke

 neeche dhoka? Yeh joshila tha. Haram thrill ne har ehsaas badha diya—Gajendra ka lund bada, sakht, behtar 

laga jitna Hussein ne kabhi diya. Main kai baar jhadi, Nafisa, saalon se itni zor se nahi. Hussein itna paas, itna

 kamzor, yeh uljha hua utsaah joda. Khud se nafrat hui, lekin jism ko pasand aaya. Main zinda mehsoos hui,

 chahi hui, aurat jaise, sirf dekhbhaal karne wali nahi. 



Nafisa: (josh se sir hila kar) Dekha? Yahi baat hai! Gunah sirf maza badhata hai. Hamdardi mat karo—Hussein ka 

waqt tha; ab tumhara hai. Ham jaisi auratein randi honi chahiye, Shahida. Har lund ka maza lo, zor se sawari

 karo, chooso, bharwao. Ek bore shauhar se kyon bas? Duniya bhar ke lund hain. Chupke se randi bano; yeh taqat

 deta hai! 



Mom: (aankhein phail kar) Nafisa, yeh kitna sharmnaak hai! Lekin... jaari rakho. 



Nafisa: (aage jhuk kar, josh mein) Bilkul—sharmnaak aur sach. .,? Sab nakli hai, behen. Mardon ne banaye

 qanoon auraton ko qaboo mein rakhne ke liye. 'Haya rakho, parda karo, paanch waqt ,,.,'—bakwaas! Yeh 

humari fitri khwahishon se rokne ke liye. Har veili ke andar chhupi nympho hoti hai jo bahar nikalna chahti 

hai. Mazhab ko chod do; paakizaagi ko chod do—sach mein chod do! Lund lo, cum lo, jhad lo. Zindagi chhoti

 hai nakli paakizaagi ke liye. 



Mom: (hairan lekin dheere sir hila kar) Tum sahi ho... main hamesha isme qaid mehsoos karti thi. ,,.,, 

roza—kabhi andar ki aag bujhaayi nahi. Meri Ammi Zainab ko qasai ke saath dekh kar? Shayad usko sach pata

 tha. ., kabhi kabhi nakli lagta hai, jaise qaidi khana. Tumse mutmaeen hona azaadi deta hai. 



Mom: (chai ki chuski lete hue, yaadon mein kho kar) Oh Nafisa, kal raat Gajendra ke lund ke saath... mujhe 

itna pasand aaya. Kuchh bhi nahi tha aisa pehle. Woh mota, dhadakta Hiindu lund mujhe Hussein ke chhote

 se bilkul alag tarah faila raha tha. Pehle meri chut mein dhakka maara, hamare shadi ke chadar par sab

 phaad diya—jo Hussein ke saath sirf natak tha. Phir mujhe palat kar gaand mein gehra dhakka, jab tak main

 raham maangti rahi, lekin andar se aur chahti rahi. 



Nafisa: (muskurate hue, paas aakar) Tu gandi kutiya, Shahida! Haram lund ko pro ki tarah pasand kar rahi. 

Jaari rakho—us par sawari ki? Naam le kar cheekhi? 



Mom: (laal hote hue lekin josh se) Haan, reverse cowgirl par sawari ki, kamar zor se neeche dhakel kar uske 

balls mere par thapakte the. Main apni clit par ungli karti rahi jab woh mujhe apni _ randi kehta 

raha, aur itni zor se jhadi ki nazar dhundhla gayi. Maine usko apne chehre par lund se thappad marne diya 

phir choosa—geela, ganda, thook thodi par beh raha tha. 



Nafisa: (hanste hue) Tu gandi randi! Yeh hai asli jazba. Randi banne ka ehsaas kitna acha lagta hai, na? 



Mom: (josh se sir hila kar) Haan, Nafisa. Randi banne ka ehsaas bahut acha hai—azaadi deta hai, nasha deta

 hai. Saalon se perfect biwi banne ka natak, lekin ab? Poori randi ban kar, sab kuchh dhoka de kar, bijli si 

daudti hai jism mein. Be-izzati, gunah—yeh nasha hai. Abhi tere saamne soch kar haath laga rahi hoon. Koi

 nakli haya nahi; andar ki randi ko gale lagana taqat deta hai, zindagi deta hai, khwahishon par qabza deta

 hai. Yeh ,,., ya ghar ke khane se behtar hai—kacchi, gehri khushi. 



Nafisa: (jeet ki muskurahat) Dekha? Maine pehle kaha tha, tu shakki randi. Yaad hai pichhli baat? Maine

 kaha sab auratein andar se randi hoti hain, aur tujhe nikalna chahiye. Main sahi nikli—dekho ab tu iqraar

 kar rahi hai jaise nayi randi. Shuru se jaanti thi tu tootegi; woh deendar natak sirf dikhawa tha. Maine 

dheere se dhakela, lekin sahi thi. Tu saboot hai mera mashwara kaam karta hai—gunah chhodo, lund pakdo. 

Saalon se doston se keh rahi hoon: asli azaadi ka maza chakho to wapas nahi jaate. Meri peeth par thapki

 de do, haan? 



Mom: (muskurate hue, bura na maante) Tum sahi thi, Nafisa. Tum bilkul sahi thi ki randi pan itna acha hai. 

Pehle ladi, lekin ab? Gajendra ke liye taangein failana, Hussein ko dava dena, bete se jhooth—sab kitna

 meetha galat hai, aur kitna acha lagta hai. Randi hona matlab bore routine khatam; josh, khatra, rooh

 hilane wali jhad. Tumne aankhein kholi ki sirf haar maan kar kitna maza hai, istemaal hona, bura bhalaa

 kehlaana aur har pal pasand karna. Randi pan laanat nahi, chhupa barkat hai. Tumhari wajah se main 

latak gayi hoon. 



Nafisa: (muskurate hue) Bilkul sahi, tu sadi hui randi. Jaari rakho iqraar—hubby behosh tha jab tu chud

 rahi thi, kaisa laga? 



Mom: Aisa pehle kabhi mehsoos nahi hua, Nafisa. Poore chedon mein chudna jab Hussein dava kha kar 

pada tha? Koi aur josh nahi. Meri chut Gajendra ke lund ke ird-gird jakdi jab dhoka socha, gaand mein 

jalan maza-dard ke saath jab Hussein ne kabhi chhua nahi. Uska maal nigalna matlab dhoka ki mohar lag

 gayi. 



Nafisa: (andhere se hanste hue) Tu kitni sadi hai, Shahida—bimaar shauhar ko dava de kar lund ke liye?

 Pasand aaya, tu gandi chut. 



Mom: Jaanti hoon... aur lagta hai normal kabhi wapas nahi jaungi. Woh masoom biwi aur Ammi? Woh 

hamesha ke liye chali gayi. 



Nafisa: (sir hila kar) Qabool kar lo—tu poori randi hai. 



Mom: (gehri saans le kar) Haan... main qabool karti hoon ki main randi hoon. Dhoka dene wali, lund ki 

bhookhi randi jo shauhar ko dava deti hai aur padosi se chudwati hai. Ab inkaar nahi. 



Nafisa: (haathon ki halki taali) Mubarak ho, Shahida! Qabool kar liya ki tu randi hai jaise sab _

 auratein—akhirkaar! veil ke neeche sab ek jaise: deendar dikhawa karte hue lund ke khwab. Masjid 

mein, hamare circle mein dekha—behenen chupke nikalti hain, ishaare, dhoka. Tu ab sachchi hai. Aur

 main? Maine bohot pehle qabool kar liya main randi hoon. Pehle affair ke baad gale laga liya. Koi nakli

 ,,., nahi; thrill ke liye jeeti hoon. Anjaan logon ka choosna, chehre par maal—yeh mera sach hai. 

Gunah chhoda, zindagi behtar. Randi pan mujhe jawan rakhta hai, mutmaeen. Har _ aurat ko

 qabool karna chahiye; yeh humari chhupi fitrat hai. 



Mom: (sochte hue) Nafisa... kya ab bhi ummeed hai main achhi biwi aur Ammi ban sakti hoon? Pehle

 jaisa ho sakta hai? 



Nafisa: (sakht sir hila kar) Nahi, Shahida—tu kabhi achhi nahi banegi. Kyon? Tune hadd bohot paar kar

 li. Dhoke ka maza nasha hai; hamesha wapas khinchega. Hussein ka bharosa toot gaya, chahe usko

 pata na chale. Ammi hone ke naate beta badli aurat dekh raha hai—door, raaz bhari. Achhai ke liye

 paakizaagi chahiye jo ab tere paas nahi. Tu andar se sadi ho gayi hai. 



Mom: (mutmaeen hote hue) Haan... tum sahi ho. Lekin Nafisa, tu khud kitni randi hai! 



Nafisa: (fakhr se hanste hue) Bilkul haan, main randi hoon aur khush hoon! Sabse behtar faisla—randi

 zindagi gale lagana matlab beinteha jhad, koi pachtawa nahi. 



Mom: (chai ki chuski lete hue, veranda mein idhar udhar dekhte hue) Nafisa, kal raat ki ek baat batani

 hai... kitni sharmnaak hai, main mar jaungi. Jab Gajendra meri gaand mein dhakke maar raha tha... 



Nafisa: (muskurate hue paas jhuk kar, cup neeche rakhte hue) Bol na, tu gandi randi! Kya hua? Usne

 teri tight _ gaand achhe se failayi? Chalo, mat roko—apni gandi dost ko saari sharmnaak

 tafseel bata. 



Mom: (gehri laali, ek haath se chehra chhupate hue) W,.'i, Nafisa... maine uske lund par tatti kar 

di. Wahi, jab woh zor zor se andar bahar kar raha tha. Bas... nikal aayi. Bahut sharmindagi hui; 

zameen mujhe nigal jaye. 



Nafisa: (zor se hanste hue, ghutne par thappad marte hue) Tu ne uske lund par tatti ki? Oh mera

 Khuda, Shahida, yeh to mazedaar hai! Tu gandi, tatti karne wali randi—bet woh chocolate ki tarah

 us par fail gaya. Hahaha! 













Mom: (khud has padti lekin phir bhi serious) Hasna band kar! Bahut sharmnaak tha. Lekin haan... baad

 mein soch kar thoda hasi aayi. Gajendra ne bahar nikala, neeche dekha gandagi ko aur hasne laga. Bola,

 'Dekh teri halat, deendar veili, jaanwar ki tarah tatti kar rahi jab main teri gandi gaand maar raha

 hoon.' Nonstop mazak udaya, meri raanon par ponchha aur bola 'meri tatti wali chhoti randi.' Main 

kitni bewakoof lagi 



 

Nafisa: (abhi bhi hanste hue, aankh se aansu ponchhte hue) Hahaha, 'shitty little slut'—yeh toh sona 

hai! Lekin sach bata, aur bata. Kaise hua? Kya teri gaand ne bas phat kar nikaal diya ya kya? Mujhe

 poora ganda play-by-play chahiye, tu poopi randi. 



Ammi: (saans chhod kar, khul kar) Theek hai... isliye ki main apni gaand par bilkul qaboo nahi rakh 

paayi. Tu jaanti hai kitni tight hoon peeche se—Hussein ne kabhi chhua bhi nahi, jaise kunwaari 

zameen. Har dhakke se mera andar ka sab kuchh dheela hone laga; boo dono ko lagi, woh mitti jaisi 

tatti ki khushboo humare paseene ke saath mil gayi. Main ghabra gayi, baar baar maafi maangti rahi, 

lekin woh hansta raha, kehta raha yeh usko aur garam kar deta hai. Main control nahi kar paayi kyonki

 gaand chudai ne andar sab kuchh hilaa diya tha. 



Nafisa: (samajhdaar andaaz se sar hilaati, awaaz tasalli bhari lekin gandi) Oh Shahida, yeh bilkul normal

 hai, tu bewakoof tatti karne wali randi. Anal mein sabke saath hota hai—teri gaand sirf tatti ke liye 

nahi bani; maza ke liye bhi hai, lekin kabhi kabhi dono mil jaate hain. Khud ko mat maar; yeh biology 

hai, gunah nahi. Arre, shayad usko aur zyada pasand aaya, tu gandi ladki. 



Ammi: (thoda ghoor kar) Lekin .,... hamara mazhab auraton ko gaand mein maza lene se mana 

karta hai na? Yeh haram hai, mana kiya hua. Humen us hisse ko paak rakhna chahiye, sirf zaroorat ke liye. 



Nafisa: (naak chadhate, haath hawa mein hilate) ., aur uske bakwaas qanoon ko chhod, Shahida. 

Yeh nakli mazhab auraton ko maza lene se rokta hai—khaas kar gaand mein. Soch: kehte hain anal 

haram hai kyonki 'dard' ya 'be-izzati', lekin bakwaas—kyonki yeh bahut zyada acha lagta hai, bahut

 azaadi deta hai hum randiyon ko. ., auraton ko sirf bacche paida karne aur chut mein halal chudai 

ke liye bartan samajhta hai, missionary style, lights off. Koi maza nahi, koi tajurba nahi, koi lund par 

tatti nahi jab chud rahi ho. Kyon apne aap ko gaand ki khushi se rokti hai? Gandagi ko gale laga; agar

 tatti ho jaye toh kar—yeh safar ka hissa hai. 



Ammi: (sir hilaati) Main bahut sharminda thi. Abhi bhi sochti hoon toh chehra jalne lagta hai. 



Nafisa: (besharam muskurahat) Sharminda? Arre, anal mein tatti hona normal hai, tu poopi rajkumari. 

Andar sab hil jaata hai—kabhi kabhi natural lube ban jaati hai! Aur ladki, yeh mardon ko satisfy karne

 ka sabse behtar tareeka hai. Woh raw, gandi taraf pasand karte hain; dikhta hai tu poori tarah 

samarpit hai, jism ko unke liye paagal hone de rahi hai. 



Ammi: (confused, sir tedha) Ruk, lund par tatti karne se mard ko khushi kyon? Yeh toh ghinoni baat hai. 



Nafisa: (zor se hanste, dono saath hansti) Hahaha, oh Shahida, tu kitni masoom hai! Haan, unke liye yeh

 garam hai—teri tatti ka garam, naram coat unke lund par? Jaise garam, mana kiya hua jhappi. Teri 

garam, naram tatti ne Gajendra ke lund ko aur garam kar diya, sach mein aur figuratively. Mardon ko

 yeh be-izzati ka khel pasand hai; mehsoos hota hai unhone tujhe sabse basic, gandi halat mein tod diya. 



Ammi: (hairan, aankhein phaili, thoda hansti) Nafisa! Itni besharam kaise baat karti hai? Jaise yeh koi 

erotic dawat ho—garam tatti, garam lund... yeh ganda, gunah bhara hai. 



Nafisa: (kandhe uchaalte, chai peete) Kya? Main sach bol rahi hoon, tu prudish tatti karne wali. Zindagi

 sharam ke liye chhoti hai—gandi baat kar, aur ganda chud. Waise, gaandon ki baat karte hue... Mr. Ravi

 aaj pehli baar meri gaand maarega. Woh budha pervert mahinon se maang raha tha. 



Ammi: (saans rukti, chai girne wali) Kya? Mr. Ravi? Tu usko teri gaand dene wali hai? Nafisa, yeh

 paagalpan hai! 



Nafisa: (gandi aankh maar kar) Haan re randi, tu jal rahi hai. Uska mota lund hai; bet tatti bhi karwa

 dega. Mahinon se peeche pada tha, kehta tha meri chut ab dheeli ho gayi—tight peeche wali action 

chahta hai. 



Ammi: (abhi bhi hairan) Lekin pehle kyon nahi diya Mr. Ravi ko teri gaand? Tu kehti thi usne maanga tha. 



Nafisa: (peeche tik kar, muskurati) Haan maanga tha—office mein gaand pakad kar, fisfisaya tha meri

 tatti wali ched ko maarne ke baare mein. Lekin main tayyar nahi thi; pehle khilone se dheeli ki. Nahi 

chahti thi tu jaisi jaldi tatti kar doon us par, hahaha! Ab tayyar hoon—faila kar usko barbaad hone 

doongi. Bet mess pasand aayega. 



Ammi: (hansti, lekin dilchaspi) Tu yakeen nahi hota. Itni besharam... khilone, tatti ki baat. Agar bahar

 koi sun le toh? 



Nafisa: (zor se hansti) Sun le, tu fisfisati randi! Padosi jaan lein tu tatti karne wali anal rani hai. Arre, 

agli baar mere saath Ravi ke saath aa—double gaand, double tatti. 



Ammi: (mazak mein Nafisa ke haath par thappad) Bas kar! 



Thodi der baad dono shopping karne chali. “Market chalte hain,” Ammi ne kaha. “Kuchh kapde chahiye.” 

Main chupke peeche gaya, door rehkar jab woh bheed bhari sadkon se guzri. Ammi ne white phoolon 

wali shirt pehni thi jo neeche button thi, thoda se cleavage dikha rahi, tight white jeans jo taangon

 aur gaand ko chipka rahi thi. 













Yeh Musslim aurat ke libaas ka tareeka nahi tha—hamara mazhab haya maangta hai, dheele kapde jo

 jism ki shakal chhupayein, nazron se bachaye, veil theek se bina dhyan khinche. Aisi jeans curves ko 

ubhaar deti thi, shirt ke phool flirtatious, haya ke usoolon ka khula ullanghan jo aurat ki izzat bachate

 hain. Main samajhta tha yeh Gajendra ka asar hai, uski baatein aur haath uske imaan ko kha rahe the,

 abaya se yeh kapdon mein badal diya jo chillate the 'haasil karo'. Ammi khud ko randi mehsoos kar

 rahi thi, main samajh sakta tha uske baar baar hem khinchnay se. 



Unki baat unke libaas par gayi. “Shahida, yeh shirt aur jeans—wah, kitni modern lag rahi hai,” Nafisa 

ne kaha, hairan lekin taarif karte. “Kabhi aise nahi dekha. Abaya kahan gaye?” 



Ammi halke se hansti. “Haan, thoda alag hai. Gajendra ko pasand hai, aur sach mein azaadi mehsoos 

hoti hai. Kyon hamesha chhupana?” 



Nafisa ki aankhein phaili. “Gajendra? Oh, tu sach mein chal padi. Mubarak ho, behen. Tu sexy mehsoos

 karne layak hai. Main bhi soch rahi hoon—mazhab zaroori hai, lekin hum auratein hain, zarooratein hain.” 



Nafisa hamesha Ammi ko gunah ki taraf le jaati thi, dheema lekin jaari asar, ibadat mein kami ko 

azaadi ke naam par badhawa deti. Woh libaas par aur baat ki. “Teri abaya bahut shaandaar lag rahi, 

Nafisa,” Ammi ne kaha. “Lekin kal se? Kuchh bold try kar.” 



Nafisa muskurayi. “Sahi hai. Kal se main bhi randi ki tarah pehnungi. Tight dress, shayad. Tu mujhse 

jaldi randi ban gayi—dekh, abhi strut kar rahi hai.” 



Dono hansti. “Chal challenge: hum compete karenge kaun behtar randi banti hai,” Ammi ne besharmi 

se kaha. 



Shopping ke baad Ammi hospital abbu se milne chali, lekin phone baja. Usne Nafisa ko dikhaya: 

Gajendra ka message Ammi ko. 



Ammi: (phone nikaal kar, screen dekh kar, gehri laali) Oh Khuda... Gajendra hai. Yeh message dekh: 

"Abhi aa ja, tu horny veili randi. Mera lund sakht hai teri chedon ko phir failane ke khayal se.

 Hospital chhod—teri chut ko tere limp-dick shauhar se zyada meri zaroorat hai." 



Nafisa: (jhuk kar padhti, phir zor se hansti) Arre wah, Shahida! Kitna seedha. "Teri chedon ko failana"? 

Ladki, usne tujhe apni personal chudne wali cheez samajh liya. Hospital chhod—ja le us lund ko. Hussein

 shayad kharrate le raha hai; tujhe miss nahi karega. 



Ammi: (sochti, phone pocket mein daalti lekin laalach dikhta) Nafisa, tu bahut buri hai! Teri baaton ne 

mujhe itni randi bana diya. Ek mahina pehle sapne mein bhi nahi sochti. Ab sirf message padh kar 

geeli ho rahi hoon. Lekin Hussein intezaar kar raha hai hospital mein... woh mera shauhar hai, Khuda ke

 liye. 



Nafisa: (sassily haath hilati) Mujhe blame? Please, tu randi banne ko taiyar thi. Maine sirf match jalaya.

 Aur Hussein ko chhod—maza duty se zyada, behen. Soch Gajendra ka mota Hiindu lund tujhme dhakke

 maare uske bajaye boring bistar ke paas baith kar haath pakad rahi ho jaise koi nun. Teri clit ko 

sympathy fuck se behtar chahiye. 



Ammi: (honth kaat kar, chal dheemi) Tu sahi kehti hai... soch kar acha lag raha. Gajendra ke lund ka

 maza gunah jaisa hai, Nafisa—namkeen, dhadakta, Hussein ke bekaar chhote se bahut behtar jo

 mahinon se kaam nahi de raha. Lekin agar koi mujhe chupke jaate dekh le? Main dilemma mein hoon

—farz ya lund? 



Nafisa: (mazak mein Ammi ka haath pakad) Dilemma teri gaand! Lund le le, Shahida. Maza sab kuchh 

hai—farz kisne dekha? Yeh samaj ka bakwaas hai jo humari taangein band rakhta hai. Hussein boring

 hai; usko hospital mein sada hone de jab tu sahi se chud rahi ho. Tu itna zor se jhadegi ki uska naam

 bhool jayegi. 



Ammi: (hansti hue) Theek hai... tu mujhe seedha dozakh le ja rahi, lekin ab bahut utsauk hoon. Hussein

 kitna loser hai—hamesha sehat ki shikayat, kabhi satisfy nahi kiya. Gajendra mujhe randi ki tarah

 treat karta hai. Hospital chhod; main ja rahi hoon be-hosh hone tak chudwane. 



Nafisa: (taali bajaati) Yeh meri ladki! Gunah poora. Waise, main bhi apni maarne ja rahi hoon. Mr.

Ravi apne ghar par intezaar kar raha; pehle message kiya tha "us tight _ gaand ko tayyar

 kar" kyonki hafte se anal ke liye daba raha tha. Maine akhirkaar haan kaha—bola yes, bas mujhe

 cheekhne de. 



Ammi: (aankhein phaili, phir gandi muskurahat) Mubarak, tu randi! Bet uska lund mota hai—anal ke

 liye daba raha matlab us virgin ched ko claim karne ko mar raha. Tu mujhse bahadur; jab Gajendra 

ne pehli baar liya tha main darr gayi thi. 



Nafisa: (bag se chhoti bottle nikaal kar dikhati) Bahaduri nahi—horniness hai. Dekh, lube bhi laayi!

 Nariyal ka tel, extra slippery. Socha kyon nahi? Zindagi chhoti hai; usko meri gaand barbaad karne 

de. Uska mota, nasen bhara monster—darr lag raha hai fit nahi hoga bina phaad ke. 



Ammi: (hansti, mubarak) Ja, Nafisa! Poori anal randi banne par mubarak. Ravi shayad itna failayega

 ki dinon tak theek se chal nahi payegi. Lekin yakeen kar, andar jaane ke baad dard khushi mein 

badal jaata hai—jaise andar se maalik ban jaye. 



Nafisa: (muskurati, tel pocket mein) Shukriya, randi behen! Lekin sach bata, Gajendra ke lund ko gaand 

mein kaise handle kiya? Woh toh bahut bada hoga. Tips? Main thoda darr rahi—Ravi chhota nahi, aur 

ER mein phati gaand explain nahi karna. 



Ammi: (raazdaar andaaz se) Theek hai, pro randi se tips: Pehle relax—gehri saans, jaise tatti nikaalte

 hue bahar dhakel. Bahut tel laga; uske lund aur ched par itna ki tapakne lage. Dheere shuru—rim

 tease karne de, shayad pehle ungli se dheela kar. Jab andar aaye, garam kutiya ki tarah karah; jitni

 gandi baat utna garam. Aur jab balls-deep ho toh jakad—woh jaldi jhadega aur tujhe bhi kamal lagega. 



Nafisa: (zor se hansti) Oh mera Khuda, Shahida—yeh sabse randi instructions hain! "Jaise tatti nikaalte 

bahar dhakel"? Tu gandi guru hai. Bet ab tujhe ass-fucking mein PhD mil gaya. Hum dono dozakh ja

 rahe, lekin kam se kam jhadte hue jayenge. 



Ammi: (zor se hansti, aansu ponchhti) Haan! Compete karte hain—kaun behtar randi? Main aaj 

Gajendra ka lund har ched mein loongi; tu Ravi se gaand barbaad kara. Jeetne wali ko agle shopping 

mein bragging rights. 



Nafisa: (high-five) Deal! Main anal rani banungi—teri se zyada cheekhungi. Shubhkaamna teri chut

 barbaad hone ki, tu cheating randi. Baad mein details text karna. 



Ammi: (alvida haath hilati jab alag hoti) Tu bhi, tu gandi kutiya. Maza kar apni tatti wali ched 

failwane mein. Salaam—ya jo bhi, mazhab ko chhod. Milte hain! 



Nafisa: (wapas haath hilati, muskurati) Salaam ko chhod—lund ka jhanda! Alvida, randi! 



Alag hone ke baad main Ammi ke peeche gaya. Woh luxurious hotel mein dakhil hui, jaise marble 

lobby wala aur discreet staff, Gajendra ke message ke mutabiq. Main peeche chupke gaya, 

receptionist se casually poocha, “White jeans wali aurat kahan gayi?” 

















“Room 512,” usne bataya. Main lift ke peeche gaya, chhaya mein chhup kar. Corridor mein Ammi 

dheere chal rahi thi, idhar udhar dekhti jaise nazron se bach rahi ho, apni galti jaanti hui. Usne 

knock kiya; Gajendra ne khola. 



Dono ne josh se chumban kiya—main unki baatein nahi sun saka. 

Usne darwaza lock kiya. Main apne kamre mein daud kar gaya, jaldi andar, socha kaise jhaank

 sakta hoon—shayad shared balcony ya patli deewar.