28-03-2026, 12:20 PM
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CHAPTER 1
Hamari family
Hello doston, main phir se ek nayi kahani ke saath wapas aaya hoon. Mujhe bahut acha laga ki aapne meri pehli kahani ko itna pyar diya. Is baat ko dhyan mein rakh kar maine faisla kiya hai ki ek bilkul nayi kahani likhoon. Maze le.
Namaskar, mera naam Rizwan Qureshi hai. Main hamesha apne ghar mein sabse zinda dil raha hoon — woh ladka jo ghar ke andar idhar udhar koodta hai, badi muskurahat ke saath, kaam mein madad karta hai, dinner par mazaak karta hai aur sabko pyar mehsoos karata hai. Log jo mujhse milte hain sochte hain ki main perfect beta hoon, woh qism ka beta jise har _ maa-baap paalna chahte hain: adab wala, ..,., har tareef par “Jazak,.' khair” kehne ko tayyar.
Lekin is saari energy aur achhe ladke ke natak ke neeche kuchh bahut andhera chhupa hua hai, jo main saalon se duniya se chhupaye hue hoon. Yeh us kahani ki shuruaat hai ki kaise sab shuru hua, kaise hamara dikhta hua perfect aur deendar ghar woh raaz chhupaye hue tha jo sabse pavitra chachiyon ko bhi behosh kar de. Yeh sab shuru hota hai un do logon se jo sab kuchh banate the — mere abbu aur Ammi — aur us zindagi se jo humne saath banayi thi usse pehle ki sab badal gaya.
Pehle main aapko apni Ammi ka parichay deta hoon, kyonki sach mein ghar mein sab kuchh unhi ke ird-gird ghumta hai. Unka naam Minal Qureshi hai aur umar chalis saal hai, lekin agar aap unhe dekhoge to yakeen nahi hoga.
Woh aisi lagti hain jaise kisi purane Mughal kalakar ke khwab se nikli hon — zamane se pare, shaan wali aur itni haseen ki poori veil aur modest abaya mein bhi bazaar ke mard ek nazar daal kar jaldi nazar hata lete the… izzat se ya shayad apne khayalon ki sharm se.
Unki haseen hone ki wajah sirf ek cheez nahi, poora package hai, har hissa soft aur auratana chamak se bhara jo apni perfection mein almost haram mehsoos hota hai. Unka chehra oval shape ka hai, unche gaal jo muskurane par roshni pakad lete hain, aur chamdi itni smooth aur gori ki subah ki dhoop mein taaza malai ki tarah chamakti hai.
Unki aankhein badi aur badam shape ki hain, gehra hazel rang jo Fajr ke baad Quran padhte waqt garam aur imaan se chamakti hain. Woh aankhein hamesha logon mein sabse achha dekhne wali nazar rakhti hain, chahe zindagi kitni mushkil ho.
Unki bhaunhein naturally arched aur moti hain jo unke expressions ko elegant izzat deti hain, aur unke bhare hue honth — are yaar, woh naturally gulabi aur moti hain, woh qism ke jo jab woh mujhe ya abbu ko din bhar ke baad tasalli dete hain to sabse naram aur bharose wali muskurahat ban jaate hain.
Lekin unki haseen sirf chehre tak nahi rukti. Meri Ammi ka jism aisa hai jo farishton ko bhi jalaa de, ek bhari hui auratana shakl jo modest kapdon ke neeche bhi femininity chillati hai. Main unhe upar se neeche tak bayan karta hoon kyonki har inch mere dimag mein savour karne layak hai.
Unki gardan lambi aur patli hai, jaise hans ki, kandhon tak jo soft aur gol hain, hamesha perfect posture se peeche rakhe hue ---c shaan ke saath.
Unke choochiyan bhare hue aur bhari hain, aasani se double-D cup jo unki kameez ke kapde mein dabav daalti hain chahe woh kitna bhi loose banane ki koshish karein. Woh unche aur fakhr se unke seene par baithi hain, natural ubhaar ke saath jo woh poori tarah control nahi kar paati, chahe woh dheere se rasoi mein ,,., ke liye ja rahi hon.
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Unki kamar itni patli hai ki itni curvy hone ke bawajood, yeh dramatic hourglass shape banati hai jo phir chaudi, bacche paida karne wali kamar mein badal jaati hai jo thoda sa hilti hai jab woh chalti hain — chahe woh kitna bhi modest rakhne ki koshish kare. Aur phir unka sabse best hissa, woh jo mere har jaagne ke khayal aur sabse gande khwabon mein aata hai: unki moti gaand.
Khuda, woh bahut badi hai, perfectly gol, aur itni moti aur rasili ki har kadam ke saath hilti hai, chahe woh kitna bhi modest kapde pehne. Yeh us qism ki gaand hai jo unki salwar kameez ke peeche wale hisse ko stretch kar deti hai taaki kapda har curve se chipak jaaye, gaand ke beech ki gehri daraar aur jab woh jhuk kar zameen se kuchh uthati hain to dono tukde kaise fail jaate hain.
Woh gaand naram lekin mazboot hai, bilkul sahi matra mein padding ke saath jo do perfect, bhari hue tarbooz jaise lagti hain jo pakadne ko tadap rahe hon. Woh itni prominent hai ki unke sabse loose abaya mein bhi kapda us par doosri chamdi ki tarah latak jaata hai, unke tukdon ke hilne aur ubharne ko highlight karta hai.
Main qasam kha kar kehta hoon, yeh bahut si _ Ammiyon mein dikhta hai — shayad ameer desi khane ki wajah se, pushton se chali aati strong aur fertile auraton ki genes ki wajah se, ya shadi aur bacche ke baad unke jism ke pakne ki wajah se — lekin Ammi ki moti gaand alag level par hai.
Woh bahut badi hai, peeche fakhr se ubhari hui, itni chaudi ki jab woh ,,., ki chatayi par baithti hain to unke tukde fail kar poori jagah bhar dete hain. Main ghanton tak hallway se unhe dekhta raha hoon jab unhe pata nahi hota ki main wahan hoon, dekhta hoon kaise raat ki nightie ka patla cotton unke bade globes par tight ho jaata hai, seam thoda sa naram gosht mein dhans jaata hai.
Hamara ghar ek fakhr wala _ khandaan hai, har cheez mein bahut sakht. Hum Quran aur Sunnah ko strictly follow karte hain, koi compromise nahi. Roz paanch waqt ,,., zabardasti hai; living room mein ek khaas corner hai jahan ,,., ki chataiyan hamesha rolled out padi rehti hain.
Hum har Ramzan mein rozey rakhte hain, zakat generously dete hain, aur har us cheez se door rehte hain jo fitnah paida kar sakti hai — mardon aur auraton ka milna, music, romance wali filmon, jo bhi naam lo. Ammi paidaishi se is pavitraata ki dil rahi hain. Kabhi kabhi main aur Ammi veranda par dance karne ka bhi maza lete hain. Woh apni kamar hilana bahut pasand karti hain jab hum dance karte hain.
Unhone shadi se pehle kabhi sex nahi kiya tha; pehli aur akhri baar unka tajurba abbu ke saath unki suhaag raat par hua tha, aur usi ek mulaqat se nau mahine baad main paida hua. Woh college ke dinon se pavitra thi, kabhi kisi ladke ka haath bhi nahi pakda tha ya kisi ko paas aane nahi diya tha.
Wajah? Unka ghar hamare se bhi sakht tha — unke abba, mere nana, ek izzat wale imam the jo unhe lohe ki tarah mazboot niyamon se paale the. Raat ke baad college ke functions nahi, masjid circle ke bahar dost nahi, aur hamesha yaad dilana ki ladki ki izzat uska Khuda ko sabse bada tohfa hai.
Ammi ne mujhe kahaniyan batayi thi ki unke teenage saal ---c studies mein doobe hue the, surahen yaad karna, masjid ke auraton wale hisse mein madad karna, aur sirf halal shadi ke khwabon mein jeena.
Ladke tab bhi unhe dekhte the kyonki woh jism jaldi develop ho raha tha, lekin woh hamesha nazar neeche rakhti thi, veil itna perfect pehenti thi ki ek bhi baal nahi dikhta, aur itni modesty se chalti thi ki kisi ki himmat nahi padti paas aane ki.
Ek shaam main yaad karta hoon ki main kitchen mein baitha tha jab Ammi biryani bana rahi thi, masalon ki khushboo hawa mein fail rahi thi. Woh apni favourite halki blue kameez pehne thi, aur jab woh pot stir karne ke liye jhuki to main rok nahi paaya, unki moti gaand kapde ke khilaaf peeche push kar rahi thi, seams tan rahe the. Unhone window ke reflection mein mujhe dekhte pakda aur halke se saans chhodi, muskurate hue meri taraf ghumi.
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“Rizwan beta,” unhone kaha, awaaz garam lekin thodi sharmili, “yeh kapde… ab theek se fit nahi hote. Jab se tum paida hue ho tab se mera jism bahut badal gaya hai. Sab kuchh bahut tight mehsoos hota hai, khas kar yahan.” Unhone peeche ki taraf vaguely ishara kiya, “gaand” shabd muh se nahi nikaalna chahti thi, lekin mujhe bilkul pata tha kya matlab hai.
Main masoom ban kar muskuraya. “Koi baat nahi, Ammi. Aap har cheez mein khoobsurat lagti ho. Khuda ne aapko aise banaya hai.” Woh veil ke neeche laal ho gayi, nervous hokar adjust karti hui. “Phir bhi… maine tere abbu ko last week bataya tha.
Maine kaha tha, ‘Naveed, mujhe lagta hai main theek se cover karne par bhi dhyan khinch rahi hoon.’ Unhone mujhe paas kheench kar maathe par chumban kiya. Unhone kaha, ‘Minal, koi baat nahi. Teri haseen Khuda ki nemat hai, lekin tum bahut mardon wali jagahon se door raho — suraj dubne ke baad bazaar, akeli bheed bhari dukaan. Main hamesha tumhari hifazat karunga.’ Woh bahut hifazati hain, beta. Woh fitnah ki, apni biwi par buri nazar ki fikr karte hain. Yeh dikhata hai ki woh mujhe kitna pyar karte hain, na? Woh itni mehnat karte hain taaki main unke ya tumhare bina kabhi bahar na jaaun.”
Abbu aathchalis saal ke hain, mehnati aadmi jo shadi ke din se bina shikayat humari zimmedari uthate hain. Woh lambe kad ka, mazboot jism wala, pehle manual kaam se accounting mein aane se pehle, namak-mirch wale baal, aur chashme ke peeche meethi aankhein.
Woh hamare ghar ki buniyaad hain — har raat Tahajjud ke liye uthte hain, office mein lambi ghantiyan kaam karte hain, phir bhi ghar aate waqt Ammi ke liye tohfe laate hain: naya veil pin, unki favourite mithai, ya sirf dheemi “main tumse pyar karta hoon” Isha ke baad ,,., ke waqt. Unka pyar pavitra aur khoobsurat hai, woh qism ka jo ---c shadi ki kitabon mein padhte ho. Woh kabhi ladte nahi; Isha ke baad couch par baith kar haath pakad kar baatein karte hain ki Khuda ne unhe mujhe aur yeh sukoon bhari zindagi kyon di.
Ammi hamesha kehti hain, “Naveed, tum meri duniya ki jannat ho,” aur abbu jawab dete hain, “Aur tum har mushkil ka sila ho, Minal.”
Lekin main un jaise bilkul nahi hoon. Main ek bigda hua ladka hoon, andar se poora gunahgaar. Meri gandi harkatein mere abbu-Ammi se nahi aayi — woh duniya ke sabse pavitra insaan hain. Nahi, yeh gandagi mere andar kahin gehre se aayi hai, ek andhera jo main chupke se paalta hoon.
Main saalon se apni Ammi ko kapde utarte aur nahate hue dekhta aa raha hoon. Shuruaat to masoom thi jab main chhota tha, accidentally bathroom ka darwaza poora band na hone par guzar gaya tha.
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Lekin ek baar jab maine unhe dekha — woh bhari choochiyan bra utarte waqt bahar nikalti hui, unki moti gaand hilti hui shower mein kadam rakhte hue, paani us badi, sabun wali peeth par beh raha tha — main phans gaya. Main raat ko der se hallway mein chupke se jaata, dil zor se dhadak raha, pajame mein lund pehle se sakht, aur darwaze ki darar se aankh lagata.
Main dekhta unki tight kameez utarti hui, choochiyan ubhar kar azaad, nipples kaale aur sakht thandi hawa se. Phir woh salwar neeche khinchti, aur wahan thi — unki badi gaand saaf safed panty mein, kapda gehri daraar mein dhansa hua.
Woh paani adjust karne ke liye jhukti to unki gaand fail jaati, mujhe gehri daraar aur patli cotton se chut ke lips ka outline dikhta. Main wahan khade lund ko zor zor se ragadta, honth kaat kar chup rehta, sochta ki in moti gaand ke beech muh daal doon.
Jab woh shower mein kadam rakhti, main aur paas chupke se aata, paani ke unke jism par thapakne ki awaaz sunta, sochta mera haath us gaand par, use faila raha hoon. Main bahut baar us darwaze ke bahar jhad chuka hoon, moti dhaar zameen par chhod kar saaf kar deta pehle ki kisi ko pata chale.
Mere gunah yahan nahi rukte. Main har mauke par porn dekhta hoon — phone par kamre ka darwaza band kar ke gandi, saaf videos, badi gaand wali auraton ko peeche se chudte hue dekh kar lund ko kacha ragadta hoon.
Main hastmaithun bahut pasand karta hoon; yeh nasha ban gaya hai. Main din mein kai baar karta hoon — Fajr ke baad jab Ammi ,,., padh rahi hoti hai, dopahar mein jab woh rasoi mein hoti hai, raat mein jab sab so rahe hote hain.
Aur phir hamari padosan Aunty Iqra. Woh shadi shuda hain, mid-thirties mein, apna curvy jism, aur humare ghar ke beech line par dhule kapde sukhaati hain. Mainne ek gandi aadat daal li hai — unki panty chori karne ki jab woh sukhti hoti hain — saaf, lacy, jo bhi jaldi pakad sakun.
Main unhe apne kamre mein le jaata, chehre par lagata aur unki shadi shuda chut ki boo soongh kar lund ragadta, sochta jaise unki moti gaand ko chod raha hoon kapde ki bajaye.
Ek din woh mujhe pakadne wali thi. Main pink wali pair pakadne badha tha ki unke kadmon ki awaaz suni. Main jam gaya, lund half-hard shorts mein, aur jhadiyon ke peeche chhup gaya jab woh corner ghumi.
“Kaun hai wahan?” unhone awaaz mein shak ke saath pukara. Main saans rok kar raha jab tak woh kandhe uchhaka kar andar chali gayi. Yeh qareeb se bachna mujhe aur horny kar gaya; main wahi jhadiyon mein unki chori ki panty haath mein le kar lund ragad diya.
Main aur bhi gandi cheezein karta hoon — gandi, chhupi hui jo mere abbu-Ammi ko pata chal jaaye to barbaad ho jaayein. Main masjid mein prayer cap ke peeche se ladkiyon ko dekhta hoon, sochta unke veil neeche kheench kar unki gaand mein muh daal doon. Main bazaar ke public bathroom mein lund ragad chuka hoon, poora waqt Ammi ki moti gaand ke khayal se.
Maine bathroom ki deewar mein chhota sa surakh bhi chhupa rakha hai taaki Ammi ko shower mein aur saaf dekh sakun, lund dhadak raha jab paani unke bhare hue curves par beh raha hota hai. Lekin kisi ko pata nahi. Main bahut achhe se natak karta hoon. Main perfect beta hoon — Ammi ke saath groceries mein madad, family gathering par sabse zor se Quran padhna, jab abbu mujhe “aisa achha _ ladka” keh kar tareef karte hain to meethi muskurahat.
Main Ammi ko masoom hug karta hoon, unki bhari choochiyan mere seene se dabti hui mehsoos karta aur natak karta jaise kuchh nahi. Main lambi family baaton mein pavitra rehne aur gunah se door rehne ki baatein sunta hoon, sir hilaata hoon jabki mera dimag unki gaand ke mere lund par uchalne ke khayalon se bhara hota hai.
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Mere abbu-Ammi itne pavitra hain ki unhe kabhi shak nahi hoga ki unka zinda dil, adab wala Rizwan itna bigda hua ho sakta hai. Woh sochte hain main un jaise hoon — deendar, saaf dimag wala, akhirat par dhyan rakhne wala. Unhe kya pata.
Sab kuchh us din badal gaya jab abbu ko Dubai mein job offer mila. Yeh bahut badi nemat thi — behtar tankhwah, facilities, humare liye financial security ka mauka. Abbu bahut mehnat kar rahe the, extra ghantiyan, har raat istikhara ki ,,., padh rahe the hidayat ke liye.
Jab offer aa gaya, hamari halat har tarah se turant behtar ho gayi. Woh yahan se teen guna zyada kamaate, humare chhote ghar ka loan chuka sakte, mujhe behtar ---c studies classes bhej sakte, aur Ammi ke liye kuchh naye modest kapde khareed sakte jo unki curves ko thoda behtar fit hon. Us shaam hum teeno living room ke floor par baith kar chai aur samoson ke saath baat kar rahe the jaise asli parivar.
“Shukr hai Khuda ka,” abbu ne kaha, awaaz shukrguzari se bhari, Ammi ka haath pakde hue. “Yeh Dubai wali job hum sabke liye sab badal degi. Main ab theek se zimmedari nibha sakunga — bill ki fikr nahi, har rupaye ko bachane ki zarurat nahi. Minal, tum aur Rizwan aaram se rahoge. Main har mahine paisa bhejunga, aur Insha’,.' har kuchh mahine mein aata rahunga.”
Ammi ne unhe pyar bhari aankhon se dekha, unka veil din bhar ke baad thoda dhila tha. “Naveed, main jaanti hoon yeh zaruri hai. Tum hamesha humari dekhbhaal karte ho. Main tumhe bahut miss karungi, lekin main ,.' ke plan par bharosa karti hoon. Hum roz tumhari hifazat ke liye dua karenge, aur Rizwan ghar sambhalne mein madad karega. Na beta?”
Main utsaah se sir hilaaya, apni zinda dil muskurahat chehre par. “Zaroor, Ammi. Hum theek rahenge. Abbu humare liye yeh kar rahe hain.” Baatein aasani se chali, garamah se bhari.
Ammi ne abbu ko dheere se tease kiya ki nayi job mein waqt par ,,., yaad rakhna, aur abbu hanse, unhe paas kheench kar maathe par chumban kiya. “Main har raat call karunga, Minal. Aur Rizwan, tum apni Ammi ka khayal rakhna. Unhe akeli bheed bhari jagahon par mat jaane dena, theek? Unki izzat ki hifazat karna jaise main karta hoon.”
Hum us raat ghanton tak baatein karte rahe — bhavishya ke baare mein, hum kitne khushnaseeb hain, is alag hone ki yeh sirf temporary hai parivar ke bade faide ke liye.
Ammi nahi royi; woh mazboot rahi, jaanti thi abbu humare liye qurbani de rahe hain. “Yeh pehli baar hai ki hum dono akela rahenge, sirf tum aur main, beta,” unhone baad mein mujhse kaha, awaaz naram aur bharose wali, veil adjust karte hue.
“Lekin hum sambhal lenge. Tere abbu ki mehnat ne hamesha humein khush aur surakshit rakha hai. Yeh ,.' ki aur ek azmaish hai.”
Ek hafte baad hum teeno airport gaye unhe vidai dene. Terminal busy tha lekin hum paas rahe, Ammi poori abaya aur veil mein, shaan wali aur sambhali hui. Abbu ne unhe tightly hug kiya, kuchh fisfisaya jis par woh sharm se muskurayi. Phir unhone mujhe hug kiya, peeth par thappad maara. “Achha beta banna, Rizwan. Apni Ammi ka khayal rakhna. Main tum dono se pyar karta hoon.”
Jab abbu security ke andar gaye, ek baar aur haath hilaate hue, Ammi mere paas seedhi khadi rahi. Woh udaas nahi dikhi. Unka chehra shaant tha, sukoon bhara. Unhe pata tha yeh zaruri hai — abbu parivar ki madad kar rahe the, apni mehnat aur imaan se hamara bhavishya surakshit kar rahe the. “Woh jaldi wapas aa jayenge, beta,” unhone mera haath dabaya. “,.' humare saath hai. Ghar chalo aur unke liye dua karte hain.”
Aur bas, pehli baar sirf main aur Ammi reh gaye. Ghar pehle se hi shant mehsoos hone laga tha, lekin mera dimag secret, gandi sambhavnaon se bhara hua tha jo ab hamare pavitra chhote ghar mein intezaar kar rahi thi. Main unhe masoom muskurahat se dekha, apni energy poori tarah dikhaate hue, jabki andar main already soch raha tha ki woh moti gaand mere saamne car ki taraf jaate hue kaise hil rahi hai
Hamari family
Hello doston, main phir se ek nayi kahani ke saath wapas aaya hoon. Mujhe bahut acha laga ki aapne meri pehli kahani ko itna pyar diya. Is baat ko dhyan mein rakh kar maine faisla kiya hai ki ek bilkul nayi kahani likhoon. Maze le.
Namaskar, mera naam Rizwan Qureshi hai. Main hamesha apne ghar mein sabse zinda dil raha hoon — woh ladka jo ghar ke andar idhar udhar koodta hai, badi muskurahat ke saath, kaam mein madad karta hai, dinner par mazaak karta hai aur sabko pyar mehsoos karata hai. Log jo mujhse milte hain sochte hain ki main perfect beta hoon, woh qism ka beta jise har _ maa-baap paalna chahte hain: adab wala, ..,., har tareef par “Jazak,.' khair” kehne ko tayyar.
Lekin is saari energy aur achhe ladke ke natak ke neeche kuchh bahut andhera chhupa hua hai, jo main saalon se duniya se chhupaye hue hoon. Yeh us kahani ki shuruaat hai ki kaise sab shuru hua, kaise hamara dikhta hua perfect aur deendar ghar woh raaz chhupaye hue tha jo sabse pavitra chachiyon ko bhi behosh kar de. Yeh sab shuru hota hai un do logon se jo sab kuchh banate the — mere abbu aur Ammi — aur us zindagi se jo humne saath banayi thi usse pehle ki sab badal gaya.
Pehle main aapko apni Ammi ka parichay deta hoon, kyonki sach mein ghar mein sab kuchh unhi ke ird-gird ghumta hai. Unka naam Minal Qureshi hai aur umar chalis saal hai, lekin agar aap unhe dekhoge to yakeen nahi hoga.
Woh aisi lagti hain jaise kisi purane Mughal kalakar ke khwab se nikli hon — zamane se pare, shaan wali aur itni haseen ki poori veil aur modest abaya mein bhi bazaar ke mard ek nazar daal kar jaldi nazar hata lete the… izzat se ya shayad apne khayalon ki sharm se.
Unki haseen hone ki wajah sirf ek cheez nahi, poora package hai, har hissa soft aur auratana chamak se bhara jo apni perfection mein almost haram mehsoos hota hai. Unka chehra oval shape ka hai, unche gaal jo muskurane par roshni pakad lete hain, aur chamdi itni smooth aur gori ki subah ki dhoop mein taaza malai ki tarah chamakti hai.
Unki aankhein badi aur badam shape ki hain, gehra hazel rang jo Fajr ke baad Quran padhte waqt garam aur imaan se chamakti hain. Woh aankhein hamesha logon mein sabse achha dekhne wali nazar rakhti hain, chahe zindagi kitni mushkil ho.
Unki bhaunhein naturally arched aur moti hain jo unke expressions ko elegant izzat deti hain, aur unke bhare hue honth — are yaar, woh naturally gulabi aur moti hain, woh qism ke jo jab woh mujhe ya abbu ko din bhar ke baad tasalli dete hain to sabse naram aur bharose wali muskurahat ban jaate hain.
Lekin unki haseen sirf chehre tak nahi rukti. Meri Ammi ka jism aisa hai jo farishton ko bhi jalaa de, ek bhari hui auratana shakl jo modest kapdon ke neeche bhi femininity chillati hai. Main unhe upar se neeche tak bayan karta hoon kyonki har inch mere dimag mein savour karne layak hai.
Unki gardan lambi aur patli hai, jaise hans ki, kandhon tak jo soft aur gol hain, hamesha perfect posture se peeche rakhe hue ---c shaan ke saath.
Unke choochiyan bhare hue aur bhari hain, aasani se double-D cup jo unki kameez ke kapde mein dabav daalti hain chahe woh kitna bhi loose banane ki koshish karein. Woh unche aur fakhr se unke seene par baithi hain, natural ubhaar ke saath jo woh poori tarah control nahi kar paati, chahe woh dheere se rasoi mein ,,., ke liye ja rahi hon.
Unki kamar itni patli hai ki itni curvy hone ke bawajood, yeh dramatic hourglass shape banati hai jo phir chaudi, bacche paida karne wali kamar mein badal jaati hai jo thoda sa hilti hai jab woh chalti hain — chahe woh kitna bhi modest rakhne ki koshish kare. Aur phir unka sabse best hissa, woh jo mere har jaagne ke khayal aur sabse gande khwabon mein aata hai: unki moti gaand.
Khuda, woh bahut badi hai, perfectly gol, aur itni moti aur rasili ki har kadam ke saath hilti hai, chahe woh kitna bhi modest kapde pehne. Yeh us qism ki gaand hai jo unki salwar kameez ke peeche wale hisse ko stretch kar deti hai taaki kapda har curve se chipak jaaye, gaand ke beech ki gehri daraar aur jab woh jhuk kar zameen se kuchh uthati hain to dono tukde kaise fail jaate hain.
Woh gaand naram lekin mazboot hai, bilkul sahi matra mein padding ke saath jo do perfect, bhari hue tarbooz jaise lagti hain jo pakadne ko tadap rahe hon. Woh itni prominent hai ki unke sabse loose abaya mein bhi kapda us par doosri chamdi ki tarah latak jaata hai, unke tukdon ke hilne aur ubharne ko highlight karta hai.
Main qasam kha kar kehta hoon, yeh bahut si _ Ammiyon mein dikhta hai — shayad ameer desi khane ki wajah se, pushton se chali aati strong aur fertile auraton ki genes ki wajah se, ya shadi aur bacche ke baad unke jism ke pakne ki wajah se — lekin Ammi ki moti gaand alag level par hai.
Woh bahut badi hai, peeche fakhr se ubhari hui, itni chaudi ki jab woh ,,., ki chatayi par baithti hain to unke tukde fail kar poori jagah bhar dete hain. Main ghanton tak hallway se unhe dekhta raha hoon jab unhe pata nahi hota ki main wahan hoon, dekhta hoon kaise raat ki nightie ka patla cotton unke bade globes par tight ho jaata hai, seam thoda sa naram gosht mein dhans jaata hai.
Hamara ghar ek fakhr wala _ khandaan hai, har cheez mein bahut sakht. Hum Quran aur Sunnah ko strictly follow karte hain, koi compromise nahi. Roz paanch waqt ,,., zabardasti hai; living room mein ek khaas corner hai jahan ,,., ki chataiyan hamesha rolled out padi rehti hain.
Hum har Ramzan mein rozey rakhte hain, zakat generously dete hain, aur har us cheez se door rehte hain jo fitnah paida kar sakti hai — mardon aur auraton ka milna, music, romance wali filmon, jo bhi naam lo. Ammi paidaishi se is pavitraata ki dil rahi hain. Kabhi kabhi main aur Ammi veranda par dance karne ka bhi maza lete hain. Woh apni kamar hilana bahut pasand karti hain jab hum dance karte hain.
Unhone shadi se pehle kabhi sex nahi kiya tha; pehli aur akhri baar unka tajurba abbu ke saath unki suhaag raat par hua tha, aur usi ek mulaqat se nau mahine baad main paida hua. Woh college ke dinon se pavitra thi, kabhi kisi ladke ka haath bhi nahi pakda tha ya kisi ko paas aane nahi diya tha.
Wajah? Unka ghar hamare se bhi sakht tha — unke abba, mere nana, ek izzat wale imam the jo unhe lohe ki tarah mazboot niyamon se paale the. Raat ke baad college ke functions nahi, masjid circle ke bahar dost nahi, aur hamesha yaad dilana ki ladki ki izzat uska Khuda ko sabse bada tohfa hai.
Ammi ne mujhe kahaniyan batayi thi ki unke teenage saal ---c studies mein doobe hue the, surahen yaad karna, masjid ke auraton wale hisse mein madad karna, aur sirf halal shadi ke khwabon mein jeena.
Ladke tab bhi unhe dekhte the kyonki woh jism jaldi develop ho raha tha, lekin woh hamesha nazar neeche rakhti thi, veil itna perfect pehenti thi ki ek bhi baal nahi dikhta, aur itni modesty se chalti thi ki kisi ki himmat nahi padti paas aane ki.
Ek shaam main yaad karta hoon ki main kitchen mein baitha tha jab Ammi biryani bana rahi thi, masalon ki khushboo hawa mein fail rahi thi. Woh apni favourite halki blue kameez pehne thi, aur jab woh pot stir karne ke liye jhuki to main rok nahi paaya, unki moti gaand kapde ke khilaaf peeche push kar rahi thi, seams tan rahe the. Unhone window ke reflection mein mujhe dekhte pakda aur halke se saans chhodi, muskurate hue meri taraf ghumi.
“Rizwan beta,” unhone kaha, awaaz garam lekin thodi sharmili, “yeh kapde… ab theek se fit nahi hote. Jab se tum paida hue ho tab se mera jism bahut badal gaya hai. Sab kuchh bahut tight mehsoos hota hai, khas kar yahan.” Unhone peeche ki taraf vaguely ishara kiya, “gaand” shabd muh se nahi nikaalna chahti thi, lekin mujhe bilkul pata tha kya matlab hai.
Main masoom ban kar muskuraya. “Koi baat nahi, Ammi. Aap har cheez mein khoobsurat lagti ho. Khuda ne aapko aise banaya hai.” Woh veil ke neeche laal ho gayi, nervous hokar adjust karti hui. “Phir bhi… maine tere abbu ko last week bataya tha.
Maine kaha tha, ‘Naveed, mujhe lagta hai main theek se cover karne par bhi dhyan khinch rahi hoon.’ Unhone mujhe paas kheench kar maathe par chumban kiya. Unhone kaha, ‘Minal, koi baat nahi. Teri haseen Khuda ki nemat hai, lekin tum bahut mardon wali jagahon se door raho — suraj dubne ke baad bazaar, akeli bheed bhari dukaan. Main hamesha tumhari hifazat karunga.’ Woh bahut hifazati hain, beta. Woh fitnah ki, apni biwi par buri nazar ki fikr karte hain. Yeh dikhata hai ki woh mujhe kitna pyar karte hain, na? Woh itni mehnat karte hain taaki main unke ya tumhare bina kabhi bahar na jaaun.”
Abbu aathchalis saal ke hain, mehnati aadmi jo shadi ke din se bina shikayat humari zimmedari uthate hain. Woh lambe kad ka, mazboot jism wala, pehle manual kaam se accounting mein aane se pehle, namak-mirch wale baal, aur chashme ke peeche meethi aankhein.
Woh hamare ghar ki buniyaad hain — har raat Tahajjud ke liye uthte hain, office mein lambi ghantiyan kaam karte hain, phir bhi ghar aate waqt Ammi ke liye tohfe laate hain: naya veil pin, unki favourite mithai, ya sirf dheemi “main tumse pyar karta hoon” Isha ke baad ,,., ke waqt. Unka pyar pavitra aur khoobsurat hai, woh qism ka jo ---c shadi ki kitabon mein padhte ho. Woh kabhi ladte nahi; Isha ke baad couch par baith kar haath pakad kar baatein karte hain ki Khuda ne unhe mujhe aur yeh sukoon bhari zindagi kyon di.
Ammi hamesha kehti hain, “Naveed, tum meri duniya ki jannat ho,” aur abbu jawab dete hain, “Aur tum har mushkil ka sila ho, Minal.”
Lekin main un jaise bilkul nahi hoon. Main ek bigda hua ladka hoon, andar se poora gunahgaar. Meri gandi harkatein mere abbu-Ammi se nahi aayi — woh duniya ke sabse pavitra insaan hain. Nahi, yeh gandagi mere andar kahin gehre se aayi hai, ek andhera jo main chupke se paalta hoon.
Main saalon se apni Ammi ko kapde utarte aur nahate hue dekhta aa raha hoon. Shuruaat to masoom thi jab main chhota tha, accidentally bathroom ka darwaza poora band na hone par guzar gaya tha.
Lekin ek baar jab maine unhe dekha — woh bhari choochiyan bra utarte waqt bahar nikalti hui, unki moti gaand hilti hui shower mein kadam rakhte hue, paani us badi, sabun wali peeth par beh raha tha — main phans gaya. Main raat ko der se hallway mein chupke se jaata, dil zor se dhadak raha, pajame mein lund pehle se sakht, aur darwaze ki darar se aankh lagata.
Main dekhta unki tight kameez utarti hui, choochiyan ubhar kar azaad, nipples kaale aur sakht thandi hawa se. Phir woh salwar neeche khinchti, aur wahan thi — unki badi gaand saaf safed panty mein, kapda gehri daraar mein dhansa hua.
Woh paani adjust karne ke liye jhukti to unki gaand fail jaati, mujhe gehri daraar aur patli cotton se chut ke lips ka outline dikhta. Main wahan khade lund ko zor zor se ragadta, honth kaat kar chup rehta, sochta ki in moti gaand ke beech muh daal doon.
Jab woh shower mein kadam rakhti, main aur paas chupke se aata, paani ke unke jism par thapakne ki awaaz sunta, sochta mera haath us gaand par, use faila raha hoon. Main bahut baar us darwaze ke bahar jhad chuka hoon, moti dhaar zameen par chhod kar saaf kar deta pehle ki kisi ko pata chale.
Mere gunah yahan nahi rukte. Main har mauke par porn dekhta hoon — phone par kamre ka darwaza band kar ke gandi, saaf videos, badi gaand wali auraton ko peeche se chudte hue dekh kar lund ko kacha ragadta hoon.
Main hastmaithun bahut pasand karta hoon; yeh nasha ban gaya hai. Main din mein kai baar karta hoon — Fajr ke baad jab Ammi ,,., padh rahi hoti hai, dopahar mein jab woh rasoi mein hoti hai, raat mein jab sab so rahe hote hain.
Aur phir hamari padosan Aunty Iqra. Woh shadi shuda hain, mid-thirties mein, apna curvy jism, aur humare ghar ke beech line par dhule kapde sukhaati hain. Mainne ek gandi aadat daal li hai — unki panty chori karne ki jab woh sukhti hoti hain — saaf, lacy, jo bhi jaldi pakad sakun.
Main unhe apne kamre mein le jaata, chehre par lagata aur unki shadi shuda chut ki boo soongh kar lund ragadta, sochta jaise unki moti gaand ko chod raha hoon kapde ki bajaye.
Ek din woh mujhe pakadne wali thi. Main pink wali pair pakadne badha tha ki unke kadmon ki awaaz suni. Main jam gaya, lund half-hard shorts mein, aur jhadiyon ke peeche chhup gaya jab woh corner ghumi.
“Kaun hai wahan?” unhone awaaz mein shak ke saath pukara. Main saans rok kar raha jab tak woh kandhe uchhaka kar andar chali gayi. Yeh qareeb se bachna mujhe aur horny kar gaya; main wahi jhadiyon mein unki chori ki panty haath mein le kar lund ragad diya.
Main aur bhi gandi cheezein karta hoon — gandi, chhupi hui jo mere abbu-Ammi ko pata chal jaaye to barbaad ho jaayein. Main masjid mein prayer cap ke peeche se ladkiyon ko dekhta hoon, sochta unke veil neeche kheench kar unki gaand mein muh daal doon. Main bazaar ke public bathroom mein lund ragad chuka hoon, poora waqt Ammi ki moti gaand ke khayal se.
Maine bathroom ki deewar mein chhota sa surakh bhi chhupa rakha hai taaki Ammi ko shower mein aur saaf dekh sakun, lund dhadak raha jab paani unke bhare hue curves par beh raha hota hai. Lekin kisi ko pata nahi. Main bahut achhe se natak karta hoon. Main perfect beta hoon — Ammi ke saath groceries mein madad, family gathering par sabse zor se Quran padhna, jab abbu mujhe “aisa achha _ ladka” keh kar tareef karte hain to meethi muskurahat.
Main Ammi ko masoom hug karta hoon, unki bhari choochiyan mere seene se dabti hui mehsoos karta aur natak karta jaise kuchh nahi. Main lambi family baaton mein pavitra rehne aur gunah se door rehne ki baatein sunta hoon, sir hilaata hoon jabki mera dimag unki gaand ke mere lund par uchalne ke khayalon se bhara hota hai.
Mere abbu-Ammi itne pavitra hain ki unhe kabhi shak nahi hoga ki unka zinda dil, adab wala Rizwan itna bigda hua ho sakta hai. Woh sochte hain main un jaise hoon — deendar, saaf dimag wala, akhirat par dhyan rakhne wala. Unhe kya pata.
Sab kuchh us din badal gaya jab abbu ko Dubai mein job offer mila. Yeh bahut badi nemat thi — behtar tankhwah, facilities, humare liye financial security ka mauka. Abbu bahut mehnat kar rahe the, extra ghantiyan, har raat istikhara ki ,,., padh rahe the hidayat ke liye.
Jab offer aa gaya, hamari halat har tarah se turant behtar ho gayi. Woh yahan se teen guna zyada kamaate, humare chhote ghar ka loan chuka sakte, mujhe behtar ---c studies classes bhej sakte, aur Ammi ke liye kuchh naye modest kapde khareed sakte jo unki curves ko thoda behtar fit hon. Us shaam hum teeno living room ke floor par baith kar chai aur samoson ke saath baat kar rahe the jaise asli parivar.
“Shukr hai Khuda ka,” abbu ne kaha, awaaz shukrguzari se bhari, Ammi ka haath pakde hue. “Yeh Dubai wali job hum sabke liye sab badal degi. Main ab theek se zimmedari nibha sakunga — bill ki fikr nahi, har rupaye ko bachane ki zarurat nahi. Minal, tum aur Rizwan aaram se rahoge. Main har mahine paisa bhejunga, aur Insha’,.' har kuchh mahine mein aata rahunga.”
Ammi ne unhe pyar bhari aankhon se dekha, unka veil din bhar ke baad thoda dhila tha. “Naveed, main jaanti hoon yeh zaruri hai. Tum hamesha humari dekhbhaal karte ho. Main tumhe bahut miss karungi, lekin main ,.' ke plan par bharosa karti hoon. Hum roz tumhari hifazat ke liye dua karenge, aur Rizwan ghar sambhalne mein madad karega. Na beta?”
Main utsaah se sir hilaaya, apni zinda dil muskurahat chehre par. “Zaroor, Ammi. Hum theek rahenge. Abbu humare liye yeh kar rahe hain.” Baatein aasani se chali, garamah se bhari.
Ammi ne abbu ko dheere se tease kiya ki nayi job mein waqt par ,,., yaad rakhna, aur abbu hanse, unhe paas kheench kar maathe par chumban kiya. “Main har raat call karunga, Minal. Aur Rizwan, tum apni Ammi ka khayal rakhna. Unhe akeli bheed bhari jagahon par mat jaane dena, theek? Unki izzat ki hifazat karna jaise main karta hoon.”
Hum us raat ghanton tak baatein karte rahe — bhavishya ke baare mein, hum kitne khushnaseeb hain, is alag hone ki yeh sirf temporary hai parivar ke bade faide ke liye.
Ammi nahi royi; woh mazboot rahi, jaanti thi abbu humare liye qurbani de rahe hain. “Yeh pehli baar hai ki hum dono akela rahenge, sirf tum aur main, beta,” unhone baad mein mujhse kaha, awaaz naram aur bharose wali, veil adjust karte hue.
“Lekin hum sambhal lenge. Tere abbu ki mehnat ne hamesha humein khush aur surakshit rakha hai. Yeh ,.' ki aur ek azmaish hai.”
Ek hafte baad hum teeno airport gaye unhe vidai dene. Terminal busy tha lekin hum paas rahe, Ammi poori abaya aur veil mein, shaan wali aur sambhali hui. Abbu ne unhe tightly hug kiya, kuchh fisfisaya jis par woh sharm se muskurayi. Phir unhone mujhe hug kiya, peeth par thappad maara. “Achha beta banna, Rizwan. Apni Ammi ka khayal rakhna. Main tum dono se pyar karta hoon.”
Jab abbu security ke andar gaye, ek baar aur haath hilaate hue, Ammi mere paas seedhi khadi rahi. Woh udaas nahi dikhi. Unka chehra shaant tha, sukoon bhara. Unhe pata tha yeh zaruri hai — abbu parivar ki madad kar rahe the, apni mehnat aur imaan se hamara bhavishya surakshit kar rahe the. “Woh jaldi wapas aa jayenge, beta,” unhone mera haath dabaya. “,.' humare saath hai. Ghar chalo aur unke liye dua karte hain.”
Aur bas, pehli baar sirf main aur Ammi reh gaye. Ghar pehle se hi shant mehsoos hone laga tha, lekin mera dimag secret, gandi sambhavnaon se bhara hua tha jo ab hamare pavitra chhote ghar mein intezaar kar rahi thi. Main unhe masoom muskurahat se dekha, apni energy poori tarah dikhaate hue, jabki andar main already soch raha tha ki woh moti gaand mere saamne car ki taraf jaate hue kaise hil rahi hai
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