Adultery Meri Pakiza Ammijaan Ka Bhrashtikaran

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CHAPTER 30


Meri be-sharam mom apni rooh tak sad chuki hai, is chapter ko padho
aur jaano kyun.





Gajendra usko zor zor se chod raha tha, uski taqatwar kamar us par dhakke maar rahi thi, 
ek be-rehem, saza dene wali rhythm mein jo poora hotel ka bistar unke wazan ke neeche cheekh
 rahi thi aur karah rahi thi. 


Har gehra dhakka Ammi ke jism mein bijli ki tarah daudta, uske bade bhari choochiyon ka uchalna,
 naram pet ka hilna, moti raanon ka kaanpna jab woh khud ko sambhalne ki koshish karti. 
Chamdi ki thap thap ki awaaz kamre mein goonj rahi thi—geeli, ghaleez, aur rukne wali nahi. 

Dono ke jism par paseena chamak raha tha, Gajendra ke mazboot seene se tapak kar Ammi ki 
peeth par gir raha, uski pehle se geeli chamdi ke saath mil kar. Usne uski chaudi kamar ko 
mazboot ungliyon se pakda, itna zor se nichoda ki laal nishaan pad gaye, har aage ke dhakke ke 
saath use peeche kheench kar apne motay lund par baitha raha. 

“Ohhh… Gajendra… main kitni gandi gunahgaar hoon,” Ammi karah ke beech saans lete hue boli,
 awaaz sharam aur khushi se kaamp rahi. “Mujhe to acche _ biwi hona chahiye… roz
 paanch waqt ,,.,… parda… lekin dekho ab. Main ek ***** mard ko mujhe barbaad karne de 
rahi hoon. Main apne mazhab ki har baat se dhoka de rahi hoon. Main randi hoon… gandi,
 be-sharam randi jo dozakh ki aag ki haqdaar hai.” 

Gajendra dheeme andhere se hansta, speed kabhi nahi ghatayi. “Sahi kaha, Shahida. Bata kitni 
sadi hui hai tu. Bata kitna pasand hai tujhe apne ,.' se dhoka dete hue mera lund tujhe 
failata hua.” 

“Aaahhh… uuhhh… haan mujhe pasand hai,” woh cheekhti, zor se peeche dhakel rahi. “Mera 
shauhar ghar par bimaar pada hai, shayad meri dua kar raha hai, aur main yahan… tere liye
 taangein faila rahi hoon. Mera mazhab kehta hai yeh haram hai… bara gunah… lekin ruk nahi
 sakti. Main ab _ nahi. Main sirf teri chhinal hoon. Mujhe istemaal kar… meri kamzori
 ki saza de.” 

Isi waqt, hotel ki deewar par lage ghadi ne dheeme se midnight paar kiya, uski halki tik-tik 
awaaz unki bhari saanson aur geeli chudai ki awaaz mein kho gayi. Khidki ke bahar door se 
ek gaadi ka horn baja aur khamosh ho gaya, corridor mein elevator ki halki ding goonji, yaad 
dilate hue ki duniya ke normal zindagi sirf in deewaron ke paar chal rahi hai. 

Abbu ghar par akela so rahe the, unka kamzor jism patli chadar ke neeche modha hua, seena 
dheere dheere uth raha gir raha, bilkul be-khabar ki unki wafadar biwi kuchh kilometer door
 sabse gehri randi-pan kar rahi thi. 

Gajendra achanak bahar nikala geeli chatak ke saath, Ammi ko ek hi jhatke se peeth ke bal
 lita diya. “Ab tu mujh par chadh, tu imaan chhodne wali kutiya. Dikha kitna tune apna 
mazhab chhod diya.” 

Ammi ne jhat se na kaha. Woh us par chadh gayi, kamar par baith kar, uski badi naram gaand 
uski god mein baith gayi. Usne apne taangon ke beech haath daala, uske chamakte lund ko 
apne muh tak le aayi aur dheere baith gayi, har mota inch andar lete hue jab tak uski chut 
ne use poora nigal nahi liya. 






“Uuuuhhh… aahhaaa… kitna gehra,” woh karahi, aankhein peeche mud gayi. Usne upar neeche 
hona shuru kiya, badi gaand hilti uchalti, har uthne girne se gosht lahra raha. Upar neeche, uski
 badi gaand ke tukde uski raanon par thap thap kar rahe, harkat jadooi aur ghaleez. 

Gajendra ke haath upar gaye, choochiyon ko nichoda, nipples ko zor se dabaya. “Dekh teri halat,
 Shahida. Tera beta bhi ghin kha jayega agar jaan le uski deendar Ammi ***** lund par sasti 
randi ki tarah uchal rahi hai.” 

“Yesss… aaahhh… main ghinoni hoon,” woh siskari, aage jhuk kar bhookhe chumban karne lagi. 






Unki zubaanen geeli geeli lad rahi thi jab woh tez chadhne lagi, badi gaand ab zor se hil rahi, 
bistar ke spring cheekh rahe. “Meri chut tere liye tapak rahi… mera imaan khatam… main sirf
 tere maza ke liye ched hoon. Uuuhhh… aur gehra… mujhe bhar de.” 

Uska lund itna gehra tha ki har neeche baithne se uska pet thoda ubhar raha, sir cervix par dab 
raha. Ammi ki karahen tez hoti gayi, tooti hui—“Aaaahhh… uuuhhh… oh Khuda… main jhad rahi…
 tere lund par jhad rahi jab mera shauhar akela so raha!” 

Baad mein Gajendra ne use phir palta, is baar haathon ghutnon par doggystyle mein. “Ab teri 
gaand chahiye. Apni moti gaand ke tukde faila, tu gandi _ randi.” 

Ammi ne peeche haath badhaya, ungliyan naram bhari gosht mein dhansayi aur tukde poore
 failaye, ched bilkul nanga. “Aise? Aahha… kya khula kaafi hai?” 

Ammi: (bistar par chaar haathon ghutnon par, safed blouse aadha khula, laal veil abhi bhi saaf 
pinned, saans bhari jab woh abhi chut se bahar nikala) Gajendra… meri gaand… ab teri hai. Le 
le. Yeh teri hai. 

Gajendra: (peeche ghutnon par sirf tight safed baniyan mein, haath pehle se uski chaudi kamar
 par) Bilkul sahi, Shahida. Dekh yeh moti _ gaand… (halke se thappad, phir dheere 
dheere tukdon ko gol gol masalta) Kaise itni badi rasili ho gayi, haan? Saara biryani naan jama
 ho gaya jab tera bekaar shauhar TV dekhta raha? 

Ammi: (uske haathon par thoda peeche dhakel, awaaz dheemi gunahgaar) Mmm… haan… 
Hussein ne kabhi chhua nahi. Theek se dekha bhi nahi. Uske nazar mein ganda hai, sochna bhi 
haram. To yeh bas… badhti gayi. Saalon se. Tere jaise kisi ke intezaar mein. 

Gajendra: (andhere se hansta, gehra masalta) Tera pavitra chhota shauhar—bimaar bistar par, 
paanch waqt ,,.,, jab uski biwi ki moti gaand ek kafir pooj raha. Bechara. Yeh ched uske 
layak nahi. Mere layak hai. 

Ammi: (naram karah jab uske angooth tukde failate) Ahh… tu sahi hai… usne kabhi deserve 
nahi kiya… 

(Gajendra jhukta, garam saans chamdi par, phir zubaan dheere se uske puckered ched par le 
jaata) 

Ammi: Ohhh… Gajendra… aaj theek se dhoya bhi nahi… subah nahaya tha lekin… abhi bhi… 
neeche ganda hai… 

Gajendra: (zubaan jaan bujh kar gol gol, awaaz uske khilaaf muffled) Parwah nahi. Tera maza
 hai. Paseena, boo, asli. Yeh chahiye mujhe. 

Ammi: (zor se karah, chehra laal) Tu kitna bura… ganda aadmi… aurat ke undhoye gaand ched ko
 janwar ki tarah chaat raha… ughhh… mere dimag mein bura mat soch, jaanta hoon tu soch raha… 

Gajendra: (hansta, zubaan zor se) Tu pasand karti hai, pavitra chhinal. Garam kutiya ki tarah 
karah rahi jab main teri tatti wali ched chaat raha. 

(Achanak, chhoti si be-ikhtiyar tatti nikal gayi—tez aur sunai dene wali, woh zor se thardi) 

Ammi: (aankhein phaili, jism jam gaya) Oh mera Khuda—! Maaf karna… (ghabra kar hansti, sharm
 se) Yeh bas… nikal gaya… jaan bujh kar nahi… bahut sharminda hoon… 

Gajendra: (peeche nahi hata, jaan bujh kar soonghta) Mmm… chhoti gandi thardi. Ande aur kari ki 
boo. Tez. 

Ammi: (aadhi hansti, aadhi siskari) Bas… aise mat bolo… ghin aati hai… main ab bahut sasti mehsoos
 kar rahi… 

Gajendra: (muskurate, phir chaatne laga) Nahi, yeh sach hai. Jaise tera sada character, Shahida. 
Perfect veili biwi banne ka dikhawa, lekin meri zubaan par thardi karte hue jab tera shauhar 
hospital mein sad raha. Jaise teri rooh gunah se sad rahi. 

Ammi: (sharam ke bawajood karah, kamar hilti) Tu bahut bura… lekin… shayad sahi. Yeh sab boo… 
meri thardi, jhooth, sab… main kitni buri aurat hoon… 

Gajendra: (zubaan gehra ghumata, ek ungli saath mein daalta) Bilkul. Aur mujhe pasand hai. Yaad 
hai pichhli baar? Jab maine yeh ched choda aur tune thodi tatti mere lund par kar di? Kitna garam
 tha. 

Ammi: (saans rukti, awaaz kaamp) Ohhh… phir kyon chahta hai? Yeh kitna ganda… sharmnaak… 

Gajendra: (un gli andar bahar dheere) Kyonki yeh asli hai. Koi nakli paakizaagi nahi. Sirf tu—gandi, 
boo wali, tatti karne wali _ Ammi jo mujhe sab deti jo tera shauhar kabhi nahi paaya. Ab
 yeh moti tukde faila. 

Ammi: (dono haathon se peeche, gaand aur faila kar, awaaz kaamp) Aise…? Ya ,.'… main sach mein
 yeh kar rahi… 

Gajendra: (thook mota ched par, lund ke sir se ragadta) Achhi ladki. Khule rakh. Dheere andar ja 
raha… mehsoos kar tera thook teri boo ke saath mil raha. 

Ammi: (lambi dheemi karah jab woh andar dabata) Ahhhh… fail raha… itna mota… tu sach mein meri
 gandi ched mein phir ja raha… 

Gajendra: (inch inch, karah) Fuck haan… ab bhi tight. Yeh gaand ***** lund ke liye bani, tere
 namard shauhar ke liye nahi. Bata kis ki hai. 

Ammi: (haanfte, peeche dhakel kar milti) Teri… sirf teri… aur gehra le… mujhe teri gandi chhinal
 bana… 






Gajendra: (poora andar, ek second ruk kar) Sahi. Ab jakad. Mehsoos kar yeh ganda chhota thardi 
wala ched mujhe pakadta. 

Ammi: (uske ird-gird jakad, siskari) Mmm… aise…? Hawa mein meri thardi ki boo abhi bhi… 
bahut sharm… 

Gajendra: (dheere dhakke shuru) Sharm aur perfect. Baatein gandi karte reh jab main yeh
 ched phir barbaad karoon. Bata Hussein se kitna behtar hoon main. 

Ammi: (har dhakke se karah mein toot) Bahut behtar… usne kabhi… ahh… itna bhara mehsoos
 nahi karwaya… itna istemaal… itna ganda… zor se chodo, Gajendra… please… 

Gajendra: (tez hota, haath kamar par) Meri ladki. Zor se karah. Padosi sun le kaisi awaaz 
nikalti hai jab dhoke wali _ randi gaand marwati hai. 

“Achhi ladki,” Gajendra garja, ched par thook kar mota sir rakha. “Teri gaand itni badi… aur 
faila. Sab kuchh dekhna chahta hoon.” 

Ammi ne zor se failaya, siskari. Woh dheere dheere andar gaya, phir zor ka dhakka. Woh garam
 kutiya ki tarah cheekhi—“AAAHHHAAA… UUUUHHH… andar ja raha… itna bada… aahhaaa… 
uuhhh!” 

Kyonki usne pehle kai baar gaand maari thi, is baar aasani se andar gaya, ched uski motai ke
 ird-gird fail kar bina zyada virodh, gehra tak jab tak uske balls uski chut se takra nahi gaye. 

Ghar par, abbu ke phone par bedside table par hospital ki yaad text aayi, lekin woh dawai ke 
gehre neend mein so rahe the. 

Gajendra ne lambi taqatwar dhakken shuru ki, uski badi gaand har dhakke se zor se hilti. Bhari
 tukde hilte thapakte, gosht ki lehren bahar ki taraf, jahan uski kamar takra rahi thi. “Fuck…
 teri gaand perfect hai,” woh karaha. “Itni naram… itni dheeli pehle se, jitni baar maine 
barbaad ki.” 

Main apne chhupne wale kamre se jor jor se mutth maar raha tha, haath upar neeche, crack
 door se dekhte hue. Apni Ammi ko aise treat hote dekh kar lund dard se dhadak raha. Main
 muskuraya dekhte hue. 






“Uuuuhhh… aahhaaa… ab bahut acha lag raha hai,” Ammi karah rahi thi, abhi bhi apne gaand
 ke tukde failaye hue. “Tera lund meri gandi ched mein itna gehra… main kitni buri 
_ hoon… tujhe aise maila karne de rahi hoon.” 

“Ab failana band kar,” Gajendra ne kaha, awaaz lust se bhari. “Mera lund teri randi gaand
 mein poora dafn hai. Mehsoos kar rahi hai kitni dheeli ho rahi hai? Deewarein haath de
 rahi hain… ab sahi lund ki sleeve ban rahi hai.” 

Usne gaand ke tukde chhode, woh hilte hue uske dhakke wale lund ke ird-gird azaad ho gaye. 
“Aaahhh… haan… dheeli ho rahi hai… har baar jab tu peeche chodata hai yeh aur failti hai.
 Uuuhhh… mehsoos ho raha hai khul rahi hai tere liye.” 

“Mujhe pasand hai teri gaand kitni dheeli ho rahi hai,” woh bola, zor zor se dhakke maarte
 hue. “Jaldi hi yeh khuli hi rahegi jab main andar nahi bhi rahunga… hamesha ki yaad 
dilane wali nishani ki tu ab meri gaand ki randi hai, koi pavitra biwi nahi.” 





Ammi ko phir dard mehsoos hone laga jab be-ruk dhakke tez ho gaye. “Aahhaaa… uuuhhh… 
dard hone laga… lekin rukna mat… please…” 

Woh aage gir padi, pet ke bal let gayi, chehra takiye mein daba hua. Mujhe bahut pasand aaya 
woh uske saath jaise poori randi treat kar raha tha— uske mazhab ko be-izzat kar raha, jism
 ko be-rahmi se istemaal kar raha, ek baar modest aurat ko apna personal chudai ka khilona
 bana raha. Yeh dekhna nasha karne wala tha. 

Ab Gajendra poora uski peeth par tha, uska wazan use mattress mein dabaye hue jab woh
 prone-bone position mein gaand mein dhakke maar raha tha. 

Is position mein gaand mein gehraai zyada hoti hai kyonki uska jism poora flat tha, gaand ke
 tukde uske wazan se aapne aap fail gaye, lund pehle se kai inch zyada andar ja raha tha,
 angle bilkul perfect tha uski aant ke sabse gehre hisse ko chhoone ke liye. 






Isi waqt hotel ka air conditioner dheeme se gunj raha tha, kamre ki badhti badboo wali hawa 
ko ghuma raha tha. 

“Fuck… teri garam gaand kitni shandaar lag rahi hai,” Gajendra taarif kar raha tha, kamar
 aage patak kar. “Itni garam aur tight abhi bhi itni failne ke baad. Karah mere liye, randi.” 

“Uuuuhhh… aahhaaa… haan… andar itni garam hai… tu kitna kismat wala hai meri badi gaand 
chodne ke liye,” Ammi saans lete hue boli. “Har mard meri jaise gaand ka sapna dekhta hai… 
naram… badi… aur ab teri barbaad karne ke liye.” 

Ammi: (bistar par pet ke bal leti, gaand thodi upar, takiye mein karah rahi jab Gajendra 
dheere dheere gaand mein dhakke maar raha) Ahhh… Gajendra… ohhh… itna gehra… mmm… 

Gajendra: (muskurate, haath kamar par pakde, rhythm se dhakke) Fuck, teri chhoti tight 
_ gaand mere lund ke ird-gird perfect lag rahi hai. Jaanti hai… maine tujhe kabhi
 veil ke bina nahi dekha. Ek baar bhi nahi. Hamesha acche deendar biwi ki tarah dhaki hui. 

Ammi: (dhakke ke beech saans rukti) Ahh… yeh… mmm… mera mazhab ki nishani hai… 
sharam… ya Khuda… ohhh… 

Gajendra: (dheeme hanste, ek zor ka dhakka maar kar) Sharam? Abhi dekh teri halat, Shahida
—chehra neeche, gaand upar, ***** lund apni tatti wali ched mein le rahi jaise sasti randi.
Tera mazhab ab bilkul be-maani hai. Har qanoon tod diya tune. Roz paanch waqt ,,.,,
 phir mere liye gaand failana? Sad gayi hai tu. Poori tarah sad gayi. 

Ammi: (siskari, jism har dhakke se hilta) Nahi… aisa mat bol… ahhh… yeh abhi bhi mera imaan
 hai… main bas… mmm… gir gayi… oh Khuda… 

Gajendra: Giri? Tu kood gayi, baby. Tune shauhar ko behosh kiya, uske saath soye hue mera 
choosa, ghar ke har ched marwaye. Woh veil ab sirf jhooth hai jo tu pehenti hai. Utar de. 
Dikha asli randi ko neeche. 

Ammi: (awaaz kaamp rahi, aadhi karah aadha virodh) Agar utar diya… ahhh… bilkul nangi 
mehsoos hogi… khuli hui… jaise sab kuchh kho diya… please… dheere kar… meri gaand bahut
 dard kar rahi… dard ho raha… 

Gajendra: (dhakke thode dheeme kiye lekin abhi bhi gehre, aage jhuk kar veil ke pin 
kheenchna shuru) Dard? Achha hai. Matlab har inch mehsoos kar rahi hai jo buri ladki 
deserve karti hai. Aa… chhod de. Main utar doon scarf? Theek hai? 

Ammi: Theek hai… utar diya… ahhh… dheere… please… main minnat kar rahi hoon… 






Gajendra: (veil phenk kar, ungliyan uske khule baalon mein pherta jab gaand mein dheeme 
grinding rhythm) Fuck… dekh teri halat. Bilkul alag. Itni sundar ab. Ab chhupane ki 
zarurat nahi. 

Ammi: (saans rukti, awaaz chhoti) Kya main… sundar hoon? Iske bina? 

Gajendra: (jhuk kar gardan ke peeche chumban) Sundar? Shit, Shahida, tu bahut shandaar
 hai. Baalon mein uljhan, chehra laal, gaand lund se bhari. Yeh asli tu hai. Woh dhaki hui
 nun wala dikhawa nahi. 

Ammi: (dheemi karah, sharam ke bawajood thodi khushi) Mmm… shukriya… ahhh… lekin
 bahut ajeeb lag raha… jaise koi aur hoon… 

Gajendra: (hawa soonghte hue, phir hanste) Asli baat… main teri tatti ki boo aa rahi hai,
 baby. Yeh badboo seedhe wahan se jahan mera lund dafn hai. Abhi meri lund par tatti 
kar rahi hai? 

Ammi: (chehra laal, awaaz sharm se bhari) Ohhh nahi… aisa mat bol… kya umeed karta
 hai? Tera lund itne der se meri… meri tatti wali ched mein… ahhh… zaroor boo aayegi… 

Gajendra: (ek zor ka dhakka emphasis ke liye, usko cheekhne par majboor) Bilkul. 
Mubarak ho, randi. Tu officially meri lund par tatti kar rahi hai jab main chod raha hoon.
 Kitni izzat bachi ab? 

Ammi: (sharam se siskari) Please… iske baare mein baat mat kar… bahut sharmnaak hai…
 mmm… 

Gajendra: Sharmnaak? Achha hai. Khud soongh yeh tatti ki badboo— le, andar le. Yeh woh 
boo hai ek aurat ki jisne apna mazhab, shadi, sharam sab kachre mein phenk diya. Na 
veil, na sharam, bas ek gandi _ randi jo apni tatti ki boo se bhari hui gaand 
marwa rahi hai. 

Ammi: (be-ikhtiyar soonghti, phir chehra ghumati) Haan… mehsoos ho rahi hai… oh Khuda
… bahut gandi hai… main gandi hoon… 

Gajendra: (phir thoda tez, awaaz mein mazaak) Gandi aur khoobsurat. Dekh— bina veil,
 baal bikhere, gaand mere lund ke ird-gird faili, toilet ki tarah boo. Yeh asli randi ki 
shakal hai, Shahida. Woh nakli deendar dikhawa nahi. Yeh tu hai. 

Ammi: (zor se karah, aankhon mein aansu ke bawajood) Ahhh… jaanti hoon… main randi 
hoon… teri randi… ohhh… zor se… please… 

Gajendra: (muskurate, gaand par halka thappad) Sahi kaha. Phir bol. 

Ammi: Main teri randi hoon… bina veil ke… badboo wali… barbaad… mmm… chod mujhe… 

Gajendra: Achhi ladki. Ab har inch le aur shukriya ada kar mujhe nanga karne ka— jism, 
rooh aur izzat sab. 

Ammi: Shukriya… ahhh… shukriya mujhe aisa banane ka… ohhh… 

Main ab unke jismein judi hui bodies se halki tatti ki boo mehsoos kar raha tha— mitti jaisi,
 bilkul saaf pehchaan wali, unke jism se uth rahi thi. Gajendra ne bhi notice kiya. “Teri 
gaand tatti ki boo de rahi hai, Shahida. Itna zor zor se dhakke maarne se andar sab 
kuchh hil gaya hai.” 

“Uuhhh… jaanti hoon… bahut sharm ki baat hai… lekin rukna mat,” woh karah rahi thi. 

“Zor se daba,” usne achanak hukm diya. “Apni gaand ko aise daba jaise tatti kar rahi ho.
 Mujhe andar rehne dekar bahar nikaal.” 

Ammi ruk gayi, awaaz kaamp rahi. “Lekin… yeh ganda ho jayega… bedsheet par sab fail
 jayega…” 

“Zor se daba,” usne zid ki, abhi bhi dheere dheere dhakke maarta hua. “Main mehsoos 
karna chahta hoon teri gaand khule aur mere lund par dabaaye. Kar, tu gandi kutiya.” 

“Theek hai… koshish karti hoon… aahhaaa…” Ammi ne zor lagaya, chehra mehnat se laal. 
“Aise? Uuuhhh… ajeeb lag raha hai…” 






Usne aur zor lagaya, aur kyonki uski gaand ab itni dheeli aur faili hui thi baar baar ke sakht 
chudai se, yeh aasani se khul gayi. Thodi si naram tatti uske lund ke ird-gird lagni shuru 
ho gayi jab woh daba rahi thi, garam, ganda mehsoos kar ke woh sharam aur ajeeb khushi
 mein siskari bhar rahi thi. 

“Tu meri chudai ke waqt mere lund par tatti kar rahi hai,” Gajendra khushi se karaha. 
“Dekh kitni neeche gir gayi hai. Ek waqt ki deendar _ aurat ab sach mein tatti 
wali chhinal ban gayi. Tune har --- hadd paar kar di— zina, gaand chudai, doosre 
mazhab se, aur ab yeh. Tu ab insaan bhi nahi— sirf mera ched hai jo tatti karta hai aur 
mere liye jhadta hai.” 

“Aaahhh… uuuuhhh… jaanti hoon… main itni be-izzat ho gayi… lekin acha lag raha hai…
 rukna mat…” 

Gajendra ki raftaar tez ho gayi. “Main jhadne wala hoon, tu gandi randi. Teri tatti wali 
gaand mein apna maal bhar doonga.” 

Ammi fikar se karahi. “Ruk… hotel ki bedsheet… hum barbaad kar denge… woh extra
 paisa maangenge…” 

“Sheet ko chhod,” usne be-izzati se kaha. “Abhi teri gandi gaand mein jhad raha hoon.” 

Usne tez aur sakht dhakke marne shuru kiye, kamar itni tez hil rahi thi jaise orgasm ke 
peeche daud raha ho. “Le… har boond le, tu tatti se dhaki chhinal.” 

Uski badi gaand zor zor se hil rahi thi hamle ke neeche, tukde baar baar uchal rahe the. 

“Aaaahhh… uuuuhhh… aaahhaaa… mehsoos ho raha hai… tu meri gaand ke andar jhad 
raha hai… itna garam… itna zyada maal… meri aant mein bhar raha… meri tatti ke saath 
mil raha… uuhhh… tere lund ke ird-gird bahar nikal raha hai…” 

Jab woh jhada, moti moti dhaare uski barbaad gaand mein gehre tak gayi, kuchh bahar 
ubal kar tatti ke saath mil kar creamy, ganda mess bana diya jo uske gaand ke tukdon 
aur uske balls ke beech fail gaya. 

Ammi ka chehra khushi aur sharam se bikhar gaya, takiye ko kaat kar cheekhen dabayi,
 haath sheets ko zor se pakde hue jab jism tez ehsaas se kaamp raha tha. 

Woh dono waise hi der tak rahe, Gajendra uski peeth par bhari hui leta, lund abhi bhi 
gehre gaand mein, dheela padta hua lekin bahar nahi nikalta. Uske khatam hue lund ki 
garmi usko bhar rahi thi, ganda mess har chhoti harkat se chipchipa awaaz kar raha tha,
 use afterglow mein rakhe hue. 

“Abhi mat hilna,” Ammi saans phoolte hue fisfisayi. “Tera lund abhi bhi meri gaand mein 
itna acha lag raha… itna bhara hua… itna garam… nahi nikalna chahti.” 

Woh hans pada, dheere se ghisai karte hue. “Ab sach mein aadat pad gayi na? Mera maal
 aur teri tatti sab andar mil kar.” 

Baad mein usne bahar nikala, geeli gandi awaaz ke saath. 

Woh side par let gaya, saans tez. Uska lund Ammi ki naram tatti aur uske mota safed maal 
se dhaka tha, sir aur shaft chamak rahe the gande milaap se, daag balls tak beh rahe the.
 Kuchh mess Ammi ki badi gaand ke tukdon par bhi fail gaya tha, naram hilte gosht par 
bhure daag chhod kar. 

Jaise hamesha, Ammi jaldi uthi aur bathroom ki taraf bhagi, haath taangon ke beech 
rakh kar behne wale mess ko rokne ki koshish mein. 

Gajendra ke lund par meri apni Ammi ki tatti dekh kar main hadd paar kar gaya. Maine
 zor se mutth maari, moti dhaare chhupne ki jagah ke farsh par giri, jism gunah bhari
 khushi se kaamp raha tha jab main uski be-izzati ka ganda saboot dekh raha tha. 






Poora hotel room ab boo maar raha tha— mitti jaisi tatti ki boo, maal aur paseene ke
 saath mila kar, tez aur gehri, hawa mein chipki hui jaise unke gunah ka daag hamesha 
ke liye. 

Bathroom ke andar maine phir se thode khule darwaze se jhaanka. Gajendra Ammi ke
 saath shower mein tha. Garam paani unke nange jismon par beh raha tha jab woh uski 
peeth par dheere se sabun laga raha tha, ab almost pyar se. 

“Tu aaj raat kamal thi, Shahida,” woh dheeme se bola, uske geele kandhe par chumban 
kiya. “Itne mess ke bawajood… tune sab kuchh perfect chhinal ki tarah liya.” 

Ammi us par peeche jhuk gayi, awaaz naram lekin sharam se bhari. “Yakeen nahi hota maine 
aise daba… tujhe andar rehne dekar tatti kar di. Bahut gandi mehsoos ho rahi hoon… lekin
 ruk nahi paayi.” 

Woh hans pada, haath gaand ke tukdon ke beech neeche le jaate hue dho raha tha. “Yahi 
tujhe khaas banata hai. Ab koi hadd nahi. Tera imaan, teri izzat, teri gaand— sab mera 
barbaad karne ke liye.” 

Woh saans chhod kar uski taraf mudi, paani ke neeche. “Bas waada kar yeh hum dono ke 
beech rahega. Mera ghar kabhi nahi jaan sakta main kitni neeche gir gayi hoon.” 

Gajendra use kheench kar paas laya, paani unke beech beh raha tha. “Jab tak tu aur
 maangti rahegi, tera raaz mere paas surakshit hai, meri sundar tatti wali chhinal.”