Adultery Meri Pakiza Ammijaan Ka Bhrashtikaran

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CHAPTER 29


Is duniya mein sabse behtareen ehsaas apni paak maa ko ek bekaar
aurat ki tarah chudte hue dekhna hai




Main andar se garam ho raha tha, jal raha tha jab main Ammi ko chudwane ke mood mein dekha, 
unka jism Gajendra ke haathon ke chhune se pehle hi react kar raha tha, jisse mera dil zor zor se 
dhadak raha tha aur chehra sharam ke garam laal ho raha tha. 

Main khidki se sab kuchh dekh raha tha bina notice hue, kam roshni wala lamp golden chamak daal 
raha tha scene par jo bahut qareeb aur bilkul gunah bhara lag raha tha. 

Ammi ke gaal gehre gulabi ho gaye the, saansein tez aur chhoti, aankhein us tarah chamak rahi thi
 jo maine kabhi abbu ki taraf nahi dekhi. 






Woh wahan khadi thi tight peeli shorts aur saadgi safed top mein, kapda unke bhare curves se
 chipka hua, har chhoti harkat se taangein ek doosre se dab rahi thi jaise woh pehle se hi aur zyada 
ki pyaasi ho. 

Gajendra ke bade haath uske seene par azaad ghoom rahe the, patle kapde ke upar se uske bhari
 choochiyon ko pakad kar dheere dheere nichod rahe the jaise woh har inch ka maalik ho. 

Usne unhe thoda uthaya, wazan haathon mein wapas baithne diya, angoothon se sakht hone wale 
choochiyon ke chhedon par chakkar lagate hue jo kapde ke upar saaf dikhai de rahe the. 

“Khuda, Shahida, teri yeh choochiyan har baar mujhe paagal kar deti hain,” woh dheemi moti awaaz 
mein bola. “Itni bhari, itni naram, phir bhi jab main aise khelta hoon to kitni sakht. Dekh kaise 
haathon se bahar nikal rahi hain. 

Main ghanton sirf inhe pakad sakta hoon, masal sakta hoon, dekh 
sakta hoon jab yeh bounce kar rahi hongi jab main tujhe be-hosh kar ke chodunga. Yeh perfect hain
— mere jaise mard ke maze ke liye bani, tere us kamzor shauhar ke liye nahi jo shayad notice bhi 
nahi karta kya paaya hai.” 

Ammi ne dheemi, saans bhari karah nikali, peeth jhukakar seena aur zyada uske haathon mein 
dhakel diya. “Gajendra… tu hamesha aisa kehta hai. Yeh to… mamooli hain. Lekin jab tu aise chhuta 
hai to lagta hai yeh teri ho gayi hain.” Uske lafz aadhe virodh, aadhe dawat the, aur kamar ka hilna 
bata raha tha woh waqt mein kho chuki thi. 

Woh phir chumban karne lage, pehle gehra aur dheema, phir bhookha sa, zubaanen ek doosre se 
geeli awaazon ke saath phisal rahi thi jo khamosh kamre mein goonj rahi thi. Uske haath choochiyon 
par kabhi nahi chhode, rhythm se masalte hue jab unke muh perfect sync mein the, uski ungliyan 
uske baalon mein ulajh kar use aur kareeb kheench rahi thi. 

Chumban chalta raha, sirf chhoti saans ke liye toot kar, jab achanak Ammi ka phone paas desk par 
baja. Mujhe pata tha yeh abbu ka ringtone tha— woh naram, jaana-pehchaana sur jo unhone saalon
 pehle family calls ke liye chuna tha. 

Mera pet sikud gaya, lekin Ammi hilti bhi nahi. Woh Gajendra ko chumban deti rahi jaise awaaz 
suna hi nahi, jism abhi bhi usse chipka hua. 

Gajendra thoda peeche hata, phone ki taraf frown kar ke dekha. “Mat utha, Shahida. Bajne de. 
Abhi waqt hai— chaar poore din jab woh ghar par recover kar raha hai. Ignore kar.” 

Ammi ek second ke liye ruk gayi, phir dheere sir hilaya, honth abhi bhi uske honthon par. “Mujhe 
uthana padega, Gajendra. Agar nahi uthaya to woh fikar karega aur baar baar call karega.” 

Usne saans bhari lekin roka nahi, haath abhi bhi choochiyon ko maalikana nichod rahe the. “Theek 
hai, lekin jaldi. Jo bolna hai bol de. Main jo shuru kiya woh nahi rukunga.” 

Ammi desk ki taraf chali, peeli tight shorts mein kamar hilti hui, Gajendra bilkul peeche saaya ki 
tarah. 

Jab usne phone uthaya, usne peeche se baahon mein jakad liya, jism se jism chipka kar gardan par 
muh laga diya. 

Woh wahan chumban aur choosne laga, bhookha aur be-sabr, daant halke se ragadte hue jab ek
 haath top ke andar ghus kar nangi choochiyon se khelne laga. Ammi ne call uthaya, awaaz hairan
 karne wali tarah sakht thi chahe jism kaamp raha ho. 

Ammi: (Gajendra ke bedroom mein khadi, tight peela crop top aur resham shorts mein, phone
 haath mein, saansein thodi tez kyonki Gajendra bilkul peeche hai) Salaam alaikum, jaan. Ab kaisa 
mehsoos ho raha hai? 

Abbu: Wa alaikum salaam, Shahida. Main theek hoon. Pehle bata— cousin ke ghar pahunch gayi 
safely? Shaam ka traffic to bhari hoga. 

Ammi: Haan haan, safely pahunch gaye, jaan. Traffic normal tha, zyada bura nahi. Yahan sab tere 
baare mein poochh rahe hain. 

(Gajendra paas aaya aur achanak uski gol gaand ke tukde ko silk shorts ke upar se zor se pinch 
kiya) 

Ammi: (tez hairaan cheekh) Aaaah—! (jaldi se khansi se cover kiya) Sorry… bas table ke kone se 
ghutna takra gaya. Jaanti hai nayi jagah mein kitni awkward ho jaati hoon. 

Abbu: (fikarmand) Arre, sambhal ke, meri jaan. Chot mat laga lena. To… wahan sab kaise hain? 
Teri cousin aur uska ghar? Woh log achhe se dekhbhaal kar rahe hain? 

Ammi: Sab bahut achhe hain, alhamdulillah. Abhi baith kar baatein kar rahe hain. Sab theek hai. 

(Gajendra muskuraya aur jhuk kar gardan ke peeche dheeme geele chumban karne laga, haath 
kamar par) 








Ammi: (chhoti si thartharahat) Mmm… 

Abbu: Achha, achha. Sun, khabar hai. Doctors ne ek ghanta pehle discharge kar diya. Bas 
dawaiyaan ghar par continue aur poora aaram. Ab main hamare ghar par hoon. 

Ammi: (badi khushi ka natak, awaaz chamakti) Oh mash,.'! Yeh to bahut achhi khabar hai, Hussein! 
Bahut sukoon mila. Alhamdulillah. Ghar pahunch kar khush honge akhirkaar. 

Abbu: Haan… lekin ghar tere aur Zaid ke bina bilkul khaali lag raha hai. 

(Gajendra ke honth neeche gaye, gardan ke side par dheeme chooste hue; ek haath peele top ke andar
 ghus kar choochi nichoda) 

Ammi: (naram, na rok paane wali karah) Ahhh… mmm… 

Abbu: Shahida? Awaaz ajeeb lag rahi hai. Theek hai tu? Kyon yeh awaazein nikal rahi hain baar baar? 

Ammi: (jaldi phone haath se cover kiya, sir ghuma kar Gajendra se fisfisaya) Dheere… please… woh sab
 sun lega! 

(Gajendra sirf muskuraya aur jaari rakha, gardan par chumban aur chaatna aur bhookha, haath shorts
 ke andar neeche phisalta) 

Ammi: (phone khola, normal banne ki koshish) Sorry, jaan… main theek hoon. Bas cousin ke saath
 kuchh bhari suitcases rearrange kar rahi hoon. Purane makaan mein corridor kitne tang hote hain. 

Abbu: Hmm… aajkal tu bahut aisa kar rahi hai. Reply mein waqt, saansein phooli hui… bilkul jaise 
doosri raat jab der se call kiya tha. Kya ho raha hai, Shahida? 

Ammi: (ghabrahat bhari hansi) Kuchh nahi, bilkul kuchh nahi. Shayad us raat bhi thak gayi thi. Family 
gatherings jaanti hai— bahut kaam, idhar udhar daudna. 

Abbu: Ummeed hai. Jab tu aisi awaaz karti hai to fikar hoti hai. 

Ammi: Ab tu kahan hai? Abhi hospital mein ya ghar pahunch gaya? 

Abbu: Ghar par hoon, hamare bistar par baitha. Tere bina kitna ajeeb lag raha hai. Kamra bahut khamosh 
hai. Tere takiye ko dekhta rehta hoon aur teri khushboo miss karta hoon. Abhi coffee pee raha hoon, baarish
 ho rahi hai. 

Ammi: (naram gunah bhari awaaz aur jhooth) Main bhi tujhe miss kar rahi hoon, jaan. Ghar bahut sunsaan 
hoga. Kaash abhi wahan hoti. 

Abbu: Haan. Kabhi samajh nahi aaya kitna depend karta hoon tujh par jab tak yeh din nahi aaye. Biwi ke
 bina bahut akela mehsoos hota hai. Raaten sabse buri. 

Ammi: (Gajendra ne gardan kaat li to karah) Mmm… ahh… jaanta hoon, Hussein. Bas chaar din aur main 
wapas aa jaungi. 

Abbu: Chaar din bhi bahut lambi lag rahi hai. Zaid kaisa hai? Woh bhi tere saath gaya tha na? 

Ammi: (ek second ruk kar) …Haan haan, Zaid bhi yahan hai. Bahar bacchon ke saath khel raha hai. 

(Gajendra ne gardan zor se choosi, do ungliyan ab shorts ke andar taangon ke beech tease kar rahi) 

Ammi: (phir karah nikal gayi) Ohhh… mmm… ahh… 




 

Abbu: Shahida! Kyon baar baar karah rahi ho? Sach batao — tum theek ho ya wahan kuchh galat ho raha
 hai? 

Ammi: (saans phooli hui, jhooth bolte hue) Kuchh nahi hai, jaan. Meri cousin ki chhoti beti abhi meri god
 mein kood kar chipak gayi. Tum jaante ho bacche kitne pyar bhare hote hain — gudgudi ho gayi, bas
 itna hi. 

Abbu: (saans chhodte hue) Theek hai… suno, us din jab maine tumse trousers pehanne par sawaal kiya
 tha… main sach mein maafi maangta hoon. Mujhe pata hai tumhe bura laga. Main sirf isliye pareshan 
tha kyoki hamare mazhab mein auraton ke libaas ke baare mein jo hai. Lekin tum meri biwi ho. Mujhe 
tum par bharosa hai. Bas… soch lena, theek hai? Sochna ki hamare deen ke liye kya sahi hai. 

Ammi: (awaaz achanak tight) Hussein, please… abhi is baare mein baat nahi karna chahti. Jab main wapas
 aaungi tab baat karenge. Phone par nahi. 

Abbu: Theek hai, theek hai. Main zor nahi dalunga. Bas chahta hoon tum khush raho aur sahi raaste par 
bhi. Bas itna hi. 

Ammi: Mujhe pata hai. 

Abbu: (naram awaaz mein) Main tumse bahut pyar karta hoon, Shahida. Bahut zyada. Tum meri sab
 kuchh ho. 

Ammi: (chup, uljhan mein) Main bhi tumse pyar karti hoon, Hussein. 

Abbu: To… bilkul kis din wapas aa rahi ho? Main tumhara pasandida mutton biryani banaunga. 

Ammi: Chaar din mein, jaan. Guruvaar shaam ko. 

Abbu: Chaar din… har ghante ginunga. Tumhe bahut miss karunga. Bistar abhi se thanda lag raha 
hai. 

Ammi: Main bhi tumhe miss karungi. Sab dawaiyan time par lena, theek se khana, aur aaram karna.
 ,,., mat bhoolna. 

Abbu: Karunga. Kal subah bhi call karogi? 

Ammi: Bilkul. Har roz. Khuda hafiz, jaan. 

Abbu: Khuda hafiz, meri jaan. Pyar karta hoon. 

(Ammi call khatam karti hai, lambi kaamp rahi saans leti hai, phone abhi bhi haath mein) 

Ammi: (Gajendra ki taraf palat kar, aadha hanste aadha daant-te hue) Tum bilkul namumkin ho… usne
 kam se kam paanch baar meri karah suni! Kitne jhooth bolne pade. 

Gajendra: (use kheench kar paas laate, muskurate hue) Aur tum kitne khoobsurat jhooth bole, meri 
chhoti dhokebaaz _ biwi. Ab… yeh resham ki shorts utar rahi hain. Main bahut intezaar kar 
chuka hoon. 

Ammi: (pehle se usmein pighal rahi, dheemi karah jab woh chumban karta) Tum ek din mujhe pakadwa
 doge… lekin abhi to mujhe parwah bhi nahi. 

Gajendra: Achha. Kyonki aaj raat main tumhe itna zor se chodunga ki tum bhool jaogi tumhara koi 
shauhar bhi hai. Jhuk jao. 

Woh jaldi call khatam kar ke phone dheere se rakh diya, phir Gajendra ki baahon mein palat kar chhoti 
si hanasi ke saath. 

“Dekha? Itna bura nahi tha. Lekin suno mujhe — main kitni buri aurat ban gayi hoon
 ab, apne shauhar se itni aasani se jhooth bol rahi jo abhi hospital se wapas aaya hai aur ghar par akela
 mera intezaar kar raha hai. Kaisi biwi hoon main? Bahut bura lag raha hai… lekin saath hi yeh ruk nahi 
sakti. Tumhe chahti hoon.” 

Gajendra muskuraya, use phir se kheench kar paas laaya. “Tum buri nahi ho, Shahida. Tum akhirkaar khud 
se sach bol rahi ho. Poore chaar din — chaar din jab main tumhe jab chahe, jaise chahe chod sakta hoon,
 jab woh soch raha hoga tum bas kaam ya doston se milne gayi ho. Hum sambhal kar rahenge, lekin har 
pal ka maza lenge. Socho: subah, dopahar, raat — sab mera.” 

Ammi ne sar hilaaya, aankhein gunah aur utsaah se chamakti hui. “Haan, lekin sambhal kar, Gajendra. 
Zaid in dinon ghar par bahut rehta hai. Mera beta cheezein notice karta hai. Usse kuchh shak nahi hone
 dena. Woh kabhi kabhi sawaal bhi karta hai. Hum chup rehna hoga… ya jab woh bahar ho tab milna 
hoga.” 






Woh phir josh se chumban karne lage, muh ek doosre se takrate hue, haath har jagah ghoom rahe. 
Gajendra ne use aasani se uthaya aur bistar par le gaya, kinaare par baitha diya taaki taangein latak 
rahi thi. Woh uski raanon ke beech ghutno par baitha, gehra chumban jari rakhte hue, phir thoda peeche
 hata kar bola. 

“Chaar din, Shahida. Chaar din jab bhi mauka mile main tumhare andar dafn. Itni baar tumhe 
jhadwaunga ki tum apne shauhar ko bhool jaogi. Aur tum aur maangogi, na?” 

Ammi ke gaal laal ho gaye, lekin woh sharma kar muskurayi. “Main… main jaanti hoon main maangungi.
 Tumne mujhe aisi cheezein pasand kara di jinhe main kabhi sochi bhi nahi. Bas waada karo Zaid ke 
saamne sambhal kar rahenge. Mujhe nahi chahti woh kuchh dekhe ya sune jo use thes pahunchaye.” 

“Bilakul sambhal kar rahenge,” usne tasalli di, uski raanon par haath pherte hue. 

“Lekin abhi sirf hum hain. Koi aur matter nahi karta.” 

Woh phir chumban karne lage, is baar dheeme, ek doosre ka maza lete hue. 

Ammi thoda peeche hati, awaaz naram aur sapnon jaisi. “Mujhe tumse chumban karna bahut pasand 
hai, Gajendra. Tere honth bilkul alag lagte hain — itne mazboot, itne yakini. Har baar chumban karte
 waqt lagta hai main pighal rahi hoon. Main ghanton chumban karti reh sakti hoon bina thake.” 

Usne use dheere se bistar par litaya, us par chadh kar, muh zyada der tak uske muh se alag nahi hua. 
Chumbanon ke beech fisfisaya, “Tum ab bilkul trained randi ban gayi ho, Shahida. Mujhe fakhr hai kitni 
achhe se train kiya maine tumhe. Yaad hai pehli baar kitni sharma rahi thi? Ab dekho — bina maange
 taangein faila rahi ho, jo bhi dunga sab lene ko tayyar. Meri perfect chhoti randi.” 

Ammi ne sharam se chehra ghumaya, lekin jism ne dhoka diya, kamar uski taraf uthi. “Aisa mat kaho…
 yeh sun kar bahut ganda mehsoos hota hai. Mujhe pata hai main badal gayi hoon, lekin zor se sunna…
 sharm aati hai. Tumse pehle main aisi kabhi nahi thi. Tumne mujhe aisa banaya.” 

Usne gaalon par naram chumban kiye, maatha, aankhon ki paltakon par, naak par, chehre ko pyaar bhare
 chhote chumbanon se dhak diya. “Aur mujhe woh aurat bahut pasand hai jo maine banayi. Meri 
khoobsurat, bechain randi jo bilkul jaanti hai mujhe khush kaise karna.” 






Gajendra neeche gaya, ungliyan uski tight peeli shorts ke kamar band mein daali. Dheere se neeche 
kheench kar utara, naram raanein dikhai di aur neeche chhoti panty. Ammi ne kamar utha kar madad 
ki, honth kaat kar. “Gajendra… shayad pehle jaldi se nahaa loon. Subah se bahar thi. Taza nahi mehsoos
 ho rahi.” 

Usne sar hilaaya, shorts phenk di. “Koi nahana nahi. Mujhe bilkul aise hi chahiye — garam, asli, natural.
 Mujhe teri boo aur maza pasand hai jab tu mere liye intezaar karti hai. Ek cheez bhi mat dho.” 

Thodi der baat hui, Ammi pehle dheere se zid karti rahi. “Lekin chipchipa mehsoos ho raha… din lamba
 tha. Sirf paanch minute shower mein?” 

“Yahin raho,” usne pyaar se lekin sakhti se kaha, andaruni raan par chumban karte hue. “Mujhe asli tum
 chahiye, koi saaf-suthri khushbudaar nahi. Yaad karo pichhli baar jab market se aayi thi tab maine tujhe
 turant liya tha? Kitni geeli, musk wali aur perfect thi. Bharosa rakh — tu bilkul aise hi lajawab hai.” 

Ammi akhirkaar sharma kar hanasi. “Theek hai… agar tum sach mein aise hi chahte ho. Tum hamesha
 apni manmaani karwa lete ho.” 

Jab usne panty neeche ki to thodi saaf ki hui chut dikhi — upar halka sa kale baalon ka patch, neeche
 phooli hui honth, chamdi chamakti aur geeli. 

Honthon ke beech thoda khula, pehle se geela aur bulawa deta. 

Gajendra khule dil se dekhta raha, awaaz mein tareef. “Dekh yeh sundar chut. Mere liye itni achhe se 
saaf ki, sirf thoda baal chhoda taaki itni auratana aur natural lage. Honth pehle se phule aur chamak rahe
 — dekha kitne khul rahe hain mere liye? Perfect. Itni gulabi aur rasili. Din bhar dekhta reh sakta hoon.” 

Ammi ne sharam se haath beech mein rakh diya, chhupane ki koshish. “Itna ghoor kar mat dekho… ab
 bhi sharm aati hai. Itni baar choda phir bhi jab aise dekhte ho to sharma jaati hoon.” 

Usne dheere se lekin mazbooti se uska haath hata kar bistar par daba diya. “Koi chhupana nahi. Kyon 
sharma rahi ho, pyari? Main har inch dekh chuka, har hissa chakha. Yeh chut ab meri hai. Dekh kitni 
geeli ho gayi sirf chumban aur baaton se. Khoobsurat.” 

Gajendra ne sir neeche kiya aur lambi, dheemi chaaton se uski chut chaatne laga, zubaan chauri aur
 garam uski shikaron par. Ammi zor se karahi, peeth bistar se uth gayi. “Ohhh… Gajendra… bahut acha
 lag raha… wahin… ” 




 

Usne sar uthaya ek pal ke liye, honth uski ras se chamakte hue. “Teri chut ka swad bahut acha hai, 
Shahida—meetha aur thoda khatta, bilkul waisa jaisa mujhe pasand hai. Itni creamy aur garam. Main 
tujhe ghanton chaat sakta hoon.” 

Uski chut abhi bhi thodi baal wali thi us naram triangular patch mein, kaale ghungarale baal ab geele 
aur chipchipa hue uski zubaan aur uski geeli pan se. Jab woh chaat raha tha, mera dimag baar baar 
abbu ki taraf ja raha tha—kitna poora dhoka de rahi thi Ammi abhi. 

Abbu hospital se ghar wapas aa gaye the, shayad apni pasandida kursi par aaram kar rahe honge, 
phone par usne jo bhi kaha us par poora yakeen karte hue. Woh us par bilkul bharosa karte the, sochte 
the woh masoom kaam se bahar gayi hai, kabhi khayal bhi nahi aata ki jis aurat se pyar karte the woh
 hotel ke bistar par taangein faila kar doosre mard ke saath leti hui hai. 

Abbu hamesha uski tareef karte the—perfect biwi, deendar, khayal rakhne wali, sharmili. Lekin yahan
 woh randi ki tarah karah rahi thi jab Gajendra ki zubaan uski chut ki paraton ke beech kaam kar rahi 
thi, jism har qasam ko dhoka de raha tha jo usne uske saath li thi. 

Yeh farq dil ghabraane wala aur utsaahit karne wala dono tha—Abbu akela aur kamzor, bimaari se ubhar 
rahe, jab Ammi ki chut usi mard se chaati ja rahi thi jisne “madad” ki thi uske ilaaj ke bill mein. 

Usse bilkul khabar nahi ki uski biwi ki chut ki pooja ho rahi hai, uski karahen kisi aur ke liye hain. Yeh 
dhoka itna gehra, itna zalimana, phir bhi Ammi jaari rakhe hue thi, kamar Gajendra ke chehre par ragad 
rahi thi jaise abbu ka wajood hi na ho. 

Main chupke se Gajendra aur Ammi ko gande kaam karte dekhta raha, keyhole se jhaank kar poora 
chhupa hua tha. 






Baad mein, zor ki karahon ke beech, Ammi saans phoolte hue boli, “Gajendra… main tera lund choosna 
chahti hoon… please… mujhe tera swad chakhne de.” 

Woh thodi der aur chaata raha, uska maza lete hue, phir bistar par upar chala gaya. Ammi chaar haathon
 par baith gayi, chehra uske crotch ke saamne. 

Uska lund bahut bada tha—mota aur lamba, aasani se gyarah inch, nasen bhara aur bhari, sir pehle se hi 
precum tapak raha tha. Ammi ki aankhein phail gayi, woh purani bhook aur thoda dar ka mila jula nazara. 

“Khuda, yeh kitna bada hai,” woh fisfisayi, dono haathon se neeche pakad kar. “Har baar dekh kar yakeen
 nahi hota yeh mere andar fit ho jata hai. Gyarah inch ki poori motai… is cheez ke saath tu chal bhi kaise 
pata hai?” 

Gajendra hanse, uske baal sehlate hue. “Lekin tu isse pyar karti hai na? Bata kitna pyar karti hai mere 
bade lund se.” 

“Haan… mujhe kitna bhara hua mehsoos hota hai. Yeh mujhe itna zyada failata hai jitna… koi aur kabhi 
nahi kar sakta. Yeh almost zyada hai, lekin main iski pyaasi hoon.” 

Usne sir par thook diya, laar shaft par behne di, phir muh mein liya. Dheere dheere nigla, inch by inch, 
jab tak honth motai ke ird-gird fail gaye aur gaal ke andar lund ka ubhaar saaf dikhai diya. 

Woh poori randi lag rahi thi—professional wali—kitni josh se kaam kar rahi thi, kitna gehra le rahi thi, gala
 kitna dheela kar ke har inch qubool kar rahi thi. 

Aankhein paani se bhar rahi thi lekin rukti nahi, halki gagging awaazein khushi ki karahon ke saath mil 
rahi thi, zubaan neeche se expert tareeke se chal rahi thi—sab kuchh ab tajurba dikha raha tha, hafton
 ki chhupi mulaqaton se Gajendra ne jo training di thi. 

Woh ab woh sharmili, modest biwi nahi thi; woh ek aurat thi jo itne bade lund ki pooja karna achhe se 
jaanti thi. 

Gajendra ne uska sar dheere lekin mazbooti se pakda, harkatein guide karte hue. “Bas yeh, meri achhi 
ladki. Har inch le. Dekh—tera gaal mere lund se ubhar raha hai. Kitni khoobsurat.” 

Yeh nazara mujhe sharam ki badi lahar se bhar diya—yeh meri Ammi thi, jisne bachpan mein mujhe loriyan 
sunayi thi, ab doosre mard ke bade lund par gag kar rahi thi jaise yeh sabse aam baat ho. 

Phir bhi isi waqt mujhe bahut acha lag raha tha, sharmnaak utsaah, mera apna lund pant mein dard se 
dhadak raha tha dekhte hue. 

Baad mein, Ammi bistar par peeth ke bal let gayi, taangein poori faila kar. Gajendra us par chadh gaya, 
uska bhari jism uske upar. Usne gyarah inch ka lund haath mein liya aur mota sir uski darwaze par ragda, 
geeli paraton par upar neeche. 

“Tayyar hai meri jaan?” woh dheere se poocha. “Pehle dheere dheere andar jaunga.” 

Ammi ne sir hilaya, honth kaat te hue. “Haan… lekin dheere, Gajendra. Tu bahut bada hai. Mujhe waqt 
chahiye khulne ke liye.” 

Woh aage dhakela, sir ne chut ke honthon ko failaya. “Yeh meri tight chhoti randi… mehsoos kar teri chut 
kaise mujhe nigal rahi hai? Achhi ladki. Sab le.” 

Ammi zor se karahi, haath uske kandhon par jakad kar. “Ohhh… itna gehra pehle se… dheere… please…
 tu mujhe poora bhar raha hai…” 

“Le, tu gandi chhoti biwi. Tera shauhar tujhe kabhi aise faila nahi sakta na? Sirf mera bada lund yahan 
ka haqdaar hai.” 






Woh andar dhakel raha raha, inch baad mota inch gayab hota gaya jab tak poora hilt tak andar nahi gaya. 
Phir usne chodna shuru kiya—zor ke gehre dhakke jo poora bistar hila rahe the, headboard deewar se
 takra raha tha har dhakke ke saath. Ammi ke choochiyan zor zor se uchal rahe the, karahen khushi ki
 cheekhon mein badal gayi. 

“Mujhe aur zor se chodo, Gajendra!” woh utsuk hokar boli, awaaz kachchi. “Haan, aise hi—rukna mat!
 Har inch se mujhe barbaad karne de!” 

“Yeh meri randi,” woh garajte hue bola, tez dhakke maarte hue. “Le yeh lund. Teri chut mere liye bani
 hai—lalchi, geeli, aur perfect.” 

“Aur zor se! Mujhe apna bana le! Mujhe pasand hai tu kaise chodta hai—itna mazboot, itna gehra! Mat 
rukna!” 

Bistar cheekh raha tha aur karah raha tha unke neeche, kamra geeli awaazon se bhar gaya—chamdi se
 chamdi takrane ki, aur Ammi ki be-sharam utsukta. “Haan… haan… bilkul wahan! Chod apni buri biwi 
ko! Main chaar din ke liye poori teri hoon!” 

Aur woh jaari rakhe, ek doosre mein khoye hue, jab main andhere se dekhta raha, sharam, jaln aur naa-
inkaar utsaah se jalte hue jo ab main inkaar nahi kar sakta tha. 



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