Adultery Meri pakeeza ammi kisi khaas insaan se mil gayi

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CHAPTER 8


Hidden Desires


Ammi wahan khadi thi, apne phone ki halki roshni mein.
Woh akeli thi, woh halke orange silk shorts aur
matching silk night shirt mein badal chuki thi jo
pehle pehna tha.


Patla, resham jaisa kapda uske bhare jism par
bilkul chipka hua tha jaise doosri chamdi— woh bade
bhari choochiyan shirt ke aage ko khinch rahi thi,
uske choochiyon ke nok halke se dikhai de rahe the,
aur shorts uski moti raanon par upar chadhe hue the,
neeche ka hissa uski badi moti gaand ke neeche wale
hisse ko mushkil se cover kar raha tha.


Woh soch mein khoyi hui lag rahi thi, ek haath mein
phone tightly pakde hue aur doosra haath darwaze ke
frame par. Mujhe bilkul pata tha kya hua tha.


Us raat pehle, jab abbu uske paas gehri neend mein
so rahe the, Ammi Dhruv ko message kar rahi thi.
Usne usko woh selfies bheje the jo maine chupke se
uske unhi halke orange silk night shorts aur shirt
mein liye the— woh tasveerien jahan woh mirror ke
saamne masoomiyat se pose kar rahi thi jab maine
“galti se” usko naye gift try karne ko kaha tha.


Woh khud se dheemi awaaz mein fisfisayi, mushkil se
sunai de rahi thi, “Main kya kar rahi hoon… Naveed
yahin paas mein bacche ki tarah so raha hai, aur main
doosre mard ko tasveerien bhej rahi hoon. Yeh sahi
nahi. Main ek shadi shuda _ aurat hoon.



“Kyon kiya maine yeh? Woh selfies bhejna, Dhruv ko
turant jawab dena? Mujhe chup rehna chahiye tha.
Mujhe pata tha Naveed master bedroom mein so raha
hai, lekin main rok nahi payi. Mujhe kamre se nikalna
pada, chat ke dauran chupke se bahar jaana pada—
taaki woh mujhe na dekh le. Kya hoga agar usne
notice kiya? Kya hoga agar usne shak kar liya?


Aur Rizwan— mera beta. Kya hoga agar usko pata chal
gaya? Kya hoga agar usko already pata hai ki main
Dhruv ko message kar rahi thi? Kya woh naraaz hoga?
Kya woh mujhe dosh dega?


Us raat, kuchh minute pehle hi, maine woh tasveerien
bheji thi. Main khud ko bahut sundar aur zinda
mehsoos kar rahi thi. Dhruv ne mujhe khoobsurat kaha,
aur main uske shabd phir se padh rahi thi— “Tere bade
choochiyan aur teri badi gaand.” Kyon main baar baar
us baat ko soch rahi hoon? Mujhe nahi sochna chahiye.
Yeh harmless hai. Sirf baat cheet. Sirf khud ko achha
feel karne ka lamha.


(Uski ungliyan phone par aur tight ho gayi, dil zor
zor se dhadak raha tha)


Lekin agar kisi ne dekh liya to? Agar Rizwan ko pata
chal gaya ki main Dhruv ko message kar rahi thi? Kya
woh dukhi hoga? Kya Naveed dukhi hoga? Main Naveed se
pyar karti hoon. Main us par bharosa karti hoon. Lekin
mujhe yeh ajeeb kheench mehsoos hoti hai— dhyan aur
tareef ki bhook.


Kya main buri biwi hoon? Buri Ammi hoon? (Woh master
bedroom ke darwaze ki taraf dekhti hai jahan mere
abbu Naveed sukoon se so rahe hain)








Woh itna be-khabar hai, neend mein itna masoom. Aur
main yahan khadi hoon, gunah mehsoos karte hue aur
saath hi ghabrahat mehsoos karte hue. Kya maine hadd
paar kar li?


Kya jawab dena galat tha? Woh tasveerien bhejna galat
tha? (Uski awaaz aur dheemi, lagbhag fisfisahat)


Nahi, maine koi gunah nahi kiya. Yeh sirf dosti hai,
sirf kuchh harmless shabd. Lekin Rizwan ko pata
chalne ka khayal— kya hoga agar usne already samajh
liya ho?


Kya hoga agar usne mehsoos kiya ho ki kuchh galat
hai? (Woh phone ko aur tightly pakadti hai, dimag mein
toofan uth raha tha)


Main Naveed se pyar karti hoon. Main us par bharosa
karti hoon. Aur main khud par bhi bharosa karti hoon.
Dhruv sirf dost tha. Yeh— yeh shak ka lamha— guzar
jayega. Mujhe bas so jana chahiye. Naveed ke paas let
kar mujhe phir sukoon mil jayega.


(Woh gehri saans leti hai, khud se fisfisate hue)
Sirf ek pal ki pareshani. Kal naya din hai. Main
mazboot rahungi. Main is kamzori ke lamhe ko bhool
jaungi.



Woh dheere se master bedroom ki taraf laut gayi, silk
shorts ke karan uski badi moti gaand ke tukde har
kadam par thoda hil rahe the, aur chadar ke neeche
abbu ke paas let gayi, jo bilkul nahi hila. Usne
bilkul nahi jaana kya hua tha uske bilkul paas.


Agli subah, upar se sab kuchh normal lag raha tha.
Ammi hamesha Fajr ki ,,., ke turant baad nahati thi,
aur aaj bhi alag nahi tha. Main hallway mein sabr se
intezaar kar raha tha, dil zor se dhadak raha tha us
purani gandi uttejana se.


Maine Dhruv se waada kiya tha ki main usko taza
tasveerien bhejunga, aur mera dimag poora un
tasveeron ko chupke se lene par tha. Mera phone ready
tha, pocket mein chhupa hua, camera app pehle se
khula.


Woh abhi bhi soch mein thi, uski hare aankhein thodi
door lag rahi thi jab woh dheemi nasheed gun gunati
hui— shayad abhi bhi Dhruv ke raat ke message ko yaad
kar rahi thi.


Usne aur selfies maange the, aur usne unko bhej diya
jab abbu uske paas kharate le raha tha. Woh seedhe
bathroom ki taraf gayi, darwaza band kiya lekin poora
lock nahi kiya, jaise woh kabhi kabhi karti thi jab
sochti thi ghar mein akeli hai.


Maine kuchh second intezaar kiya, phir dheere se
thode khule darwaze ke paas pahuncha aur aisi jagah
khada hua jahan sab kuchh dekh sakta tha bina notice
kiye. Ammi ki peeth meri taraf thi jab woh mirror ke
saamne khadi thi.


Uski badi moti gaand seedhe meri taraf thi, halke
orange silk shorts ko hadd tak khinch rahi thi. Kapda
un bade gol gaand ke tukdon ke beech gehra dhansa hua
tha, har curve ko dikha raha tha aur shorts bilkul
paint ki tarah lag rahe the. Woh gaand ke tukde itne
bade aur bahar nikle hue the, naram lekin mazboot, us
perfect hilne ke saath jise main saalon se dekhta aa
raha tha.


Dhruv hairan reh jayega jab main yeh bhejunga— usne
mujhe pehle hi bata diya tha ki woh uske jism par
kitna obsessed hai, khas kar uski badi _ Ammi
wali gaand jo kisi bhi parde wale kapde mein poori
tarah chhup nahi sakti. Woh shayad in tasveeron ko
dekh kar apna lund ragad ragad kar laal kar dega.


Ammi ne shower on kiya, garam paani chalne laga. Usne
ungliyan silk shorts ke kamar band mein daali aur
dheere se moti raanon par neeche kheench di, thoda
aage jhuk kar.







“Fuck,” maine khud se fisfisaya, honth zor se kaat
te hue. Woh tha— uski badi moti gaand poori tarah
nangi, itni bhari aur bahar nikli hui, do perfect
bade gol tukde jo shorts se nikalte hi fail gaye.


Woh aur bhi badi lag rahi thi paas se, unke beech ka
gehra ched kaala aur bulane wala, chamdi chamakti hui.
Abbu kitne kismat wale the jo har raat yeh paate the,
maine socha, mera lund pajame mein sakht hone laga.
Woh gaand ke tukde halke se hil rahe the jab woh paani
ka temperature theek kar rahi thi, aur maine jaldi se
kuchh tasveerien click kar li, phone silent par.


Woh shower ke neeche chali gayi, paani uski peeth par
aur us badi gaand par beh raha tha. Usne sabun uthaya
aur jhaag banane lagi, safed jhaag uske kandhon par,
patli kamar par neeche, aur phir uski badi gaand ke
ched mein bhar gaya jab woh dono gaand ke beech saaf
kar rahi thi.







Shower chalta raha, bathroom mein bhaap bhar gayi, jab
woh wahi nasheed gun guna rahi thi, abhi bhi Dhruv ke
baare mein soch mein khoyi hui. Phir usne silk shirt
aur apna veil ek saath utara aur side mein phenk diya.
Woh paani ki taraf poori tarah ghumi, aur mujhe uske
aage ka perfect nazara mil gaya.


Uske bade choochiyan bilkul sundar the— bhari, gol,
aur naturally latke hue, kaale sakht choochiyon ke nok
jo paani se chamak rahe the. Woh halke se uchhal rahe
the jab woh un par sabun ragad rahi thi, jhaag uske
pet par aur raanon ke beech neeche gir raha tha.


Maine tezi se click kiya, har angle capture kiya. Ek
baar maine video par switch kar liya. Maine record
kiya jab woh thoda taangein faila kar neeche saaf kar
rahi thi. Tab maine pehli baar uski chut dekhi— bilkul
paas, asli, aur poori tarah nangi.


Woh thodi baal wali thi, halke kaale trimmed lekin
poore saaf na kiye hue baalon ka patch uske honthon
par, woh natural look jo usne zindagi bhar rakha tha
kyonki woh neeche kabhi zyada nahi saaf karti thi.
Paani aur sabun se baal chamak rahe the, aur uski chut
ke honth garam se bhare aur phule hue lag rahe the.


Maine carefully zoom kiya, record kiya jab woh apni
sabun wali ungliyan us par chala rahi thi, khud ko
achhe se saaf karte hue aur dheemi gun gunati hui. Ek
aur cheez maine notice ki ki jab woh khud ko chhoo
rahi thi to uski clit thodi si bahar jhank rahi thi—
kuchh aisa jo maine kabhi apni deendar Ammi par socha
bhi nahi tha.











Maine lagbhag poore do minute record kiya, phir uske
dhone ke aur kuchh tasveerien li jab sabun ka jhaag
uske choochiyon par aur us badi gaand par neeche gir
raha tha. Jab woh paani band kiya aur towel ki taraf
haath badhaya, main chupke se apne kamre ki taraf laut
gaya, dil tez dhadak raha tha.


Ussi din thodi der baad, jab Ammi kitchen mein abbu ke
saath busy thi, maine saari tasveerien aur video Dhruv
ko bhej di.


Main: Hey Dhruv bhai, shaam bakhair. Tu free hai?


Dhruv: Arre Rizwan! Shaam bakhair yaar. Haan, ghar par
chill kar raha hoon. Kya scene hai?


Main: Main ne woh kiya jo humne subah baat ki thi. Main ne
Ammi ko chupke se nahaate hue record kiya. Tumhe kuchh
photos aur ek chhoti si video bhej di. Dekh li kya?


Dhruv: Fuck yes, main ne sab dekh liya. Tu paagal hai
bhai. Chat khola aur mera lund turant khada ho gaya.
Teri Ammi nangi itni garam hai. Woh bade rasile
choochiyan jab woh unko sabun laga rahi thi… aur woh
moti gol gaand jab woh jhuki. Bhagwan.


Main: Haha, mujhe pata tha tumhe pasand aayegi. Main ne
bathroom ke darwaze ke chhote se gap se li thi. Use
kuchh pata nahi tha. Video sirf 18 second ki hai lekin
usme woh saaf dikhti hai apne jism par haath pherte
hue.


Dhruv: Main abhi bhi usko loop mein dekh raha hoon. Dekh
woh bhari choochiyan kaise hil rahi hain. Uski
choochiyon ke nipples itne kaale aur bade hain. Main
abhi bhi apna lund zor zor se seh raha hoon teri Ammi
ke nange jism ko dekh kar. Sach mein, main abhi Minal
ke baare mein mutth maar raha hoon.


Main: Main bhi. Jab main record kar raha tha tab main
bahut garam ho gaya tha. Aaj main ne do baar mutth maari
hai soch kar ki tu usko chhoo raha hai. Soch raha tha
tere haath uske bade choochiyon ko nichod rahe hain jab
woh nangi khadi hai.


Dhruv: Fuck yes. Main un naram melon ko pakadna chahta
hoon bahut. Woh itne bhari aur bhare hue lagte hain.
Main uske nipples ko choosta rahunga jab tak woh karahne
na lage. Aur woh gaand… bhai, uski gaand bahut badi aur
gol hai. Main usko thappad maarna chahta hoon aur dekhna
chahta hoon woh kaise hilti hai jab main usko peeche se
chod raha hoon.


Main: Mujhe pata hai. Jab woh chalti hai to uski gaand
bahut achhe se hilti hai. Subah record karte waqt main
soch raha tha tu usko deewar se satakar, uski gardan par
chumban karte hue aur uske choochiyon ko zor se nichodte
hue. Main itni jaldi jhad gaya tha us baat ko soch kar.


Dhruv: Haha, tu bahut ganda ladka hai. Apni Ammi ki nangi
photos aur video mujhe bhej raha hai. Mujhe bahut pasand
hai. Uski chut ek photo mein bahut saaf aur rasili
dikhi jab usne taang uthayi thi. Kya usne recently shave
kiya hai?


Main: Haan, woh hamesha trimmed rakhti hai. Main ne tere
liye zoom kiya tha. Sach bata — ab tak uski photos dekh
kar tu kitni baar jhada hai?


Dhruv: Yeh mera doosra time hai. Pehli baar main uske
choochiyon ko dekh kar do minute mein hi jhad gaya tha.
Ab main edge kar raha hoon, video mein uski gaand dekh
kar. Teri Ammi ke paas perfect MILF jism hai. Curvy,
naram, aur chodne layak.


Main: Main ne mutth maari soch kar tu uske choochiyon ko
choos raha hai aur main dekh raha hoon. Ya tu uski chut
mein ungli kar raha hai jab woh pavitra aur sharmili
banne ki koshish kar rahi hai.


Dhruv: Fuck, yeh bahut garam baat hai. Main usko apna naam
bulwana chahta hoon jab main uski clit ke saath khel
raha hoon. Woh bahar se itni conservative dikhati hai
lekin uska jism gunah ke liye bana hai. Woh bade
choochiyon ko choosne ki zarurat hai aur woh rasili
jaanghon ko failane ki.


Main: Bilkul. Woh kehti rehti hai ki woh tere diye hue
kapde jalayegi lekin kal main ne dekha woh secretly naye
bra aur panty set ko mirror ke saamne try kar rahi thi.
Woh apne choochiyon ko khud chhoo rahi thi khud ko
dekhte hue.


Dhruv: Sach? Yeh achhi nishani hai. Woh dheere dheere khul
rahi hai. Waise Rizwan, mujhe madad karni padegi. Apni
Ammi par pressure daal ek aur picnic ke liye jaise pehle
wala. Sirf hum teeno. Usse keh ki main usse milna chahta
hoon apne agle trip se pehle. Baat masoom si rakhna.


Main: Fikr mat kar. Main usko convince kar lunga. Main
usse kahunga tu akela mehsoos kar raha hai aur uske liye
taaza hawa lena achha hoga. Pehle bhi usne maza liya tha
chahe woh dikhawa karti rahi.


Dhruv: Achha. Usse keh main achha khana aur gifts launga
phir se. Shayad kuchh aur kapde aur khushboo. Aur agar
woh picnic ke liye naye dress mein se ek pehen le to main
paagal ho jaunga.


Main: Main koshish karunga. Lekin tu jaanta hai woh kaisi
hai — pehle mana karegi aur sakht banegi. Phir dheere
dheere maan jayegi. Main usko push karta rahunga.


Dhruv: Yeh mera ladka. Jab bhi ho sake mujhe aur photos
aur video bhejte rehna. Khaas kar jab woh kapde badal
rahi ho ya naha rahi ho. Main teri Ammi ke nange jism ka
har inch dekhna chahta hoon.


Main: Theek hai. Main aur record karne ki koshish karunga.
Uski gaand aur bhi achhi lagti hai jab woh khud ko ponchh
rahi hoti hai. Agli baar main uske choochiyon ke bounce
ki closer video try karunga.


Dhruv: Perfect. Main abhi bhi video dekh kar sakht hoon.
Phir se jhadne wala hoon soch kar Minal ki badi gaand ko
nichodne aur un rasile choochiyon ko choosne ka. Shukriya
iske liye, Rizwan. Tu sabse best hai.


Main: Kabhi bhi bhai. Maza kar. Main kal subah Ammi se
picnic ke baare mein baat karunga aur tujhe bataunga.


Dhruv: Karna. Aur uske nudes mujhe feed karte rehna. Teri
garam Ammi ki main kabhi thak nahi sakta. Shubh raatri,
gande ladke ?


Main: Shubh raatri. Ammi ke baare mein mutth maarte hue
maza kar ?


Agli subah, pehli baar ek ajeeb naya ehsaas mujhe gher
liya. Main baar baar soch raha tha Ammi ko chodte hue —
sach mein chodte hue, zor se aur gehraai tak, Dhruv ke
mazboot mothe jism se. Pehle kabhi itna saaf khayal nahi
aaya tha.


Yeh galat lag raha tha kyonki woh meri paak, sakht imaan
wali Ammi thi, abbu se shadi shuda, jo sirf abbu ke saath
hi rahi thi.


Lekin kuchh ulta, uttejit tareeke se yeh sahi bhi lag
raha tha kyonki main ne dekha tha raat ko uski aankhein
phone par kitni der tak tikti hain, kaise usne woh photos
bheje the jab abbu uske paas hi so rahe the.


Ek hissa chahta tha ki woh akhirkaar khul jaye, saalon
tak sirf abbu ke saath modest aur farz nibhaate hue
chudai ke baad uski moti gaand kisi aur ke lund par
uchhalti dekhu. Yeh uljha hua tha, lekin woh uttejna
itni tez thi ki ignore nahi ki ja sakti thi.


Jald hi Dhruv hamare ilaake mein aa gaya. Usne hamare
ghar ke bajaye paas ke hotel mein kamra liya tha, sab
chhupakar. Agle kuchh dinon tak woh Ammi ko halki si
mohabbat bhari messages bhejta raha — sirf itna ki woh
utsaahit rahe.


Messages jaise “Ummid hai tera din tere jitna khoobsurat
hai” ya “Woh dresses mere dimag mein tujh par bilkul
perfect lag rahe the” ajeeb waqt par aate the. Ammi sakht
rahi, usko poora jawab nahi deti thi, sirf achhe se lekin
chhote jawab deti thi.


Phir bhi main samajh sakta tha woh is tawajjo se utsaahit
ho rahi thi — ab uska phone uske paas zyada rehta tha,
aur jab abbu na dekh rahe hote to woh zyada baar check
karti thi.


Dhruv ke aane ke agle din, main Ammi ko phir se convince
karne mein kaamyaab ho gaya ki hum teeno phir bahar
jaayein. Abbu ghar par tha lekin Dubai ke lambe
construction shifts ke baad aaram kar raha tha.


Ammi turant kitchen mein chai banate waqt shikayat karne
lagi. “Rizwan beta, tera abbu abhi ghar aaya hai. Ab
Dhruv ke saath bahar kyon jaayein? Yeh sahi nahi lagta.
Main shadi shuda aurat hoon, aur Naveed agle kamre mein
hai.”


Main ne jitne bhi naram tareeke soch sakta tha use use
kiya. Pehle main ne usse yaad dilaya ki trip par kitna
maza aaya tha aur Dhruv kitna madadgaar dost raha tha.
“Ammi, yeh sirf ek casual bahar jaana hai — uske gifts
ke shukriye ke liye. Abbu thake hue hain, woh din bhar
soenge. Hum kuchh chhupa nahi rahe.”


Phir main ne uski mehmaan-nawaazi ko appeal kiya. “Woh
itni door se hamare shehar aaya hai. Thoda ghumana to
banta hai. Tumne hamesha mujhe achhe tareeke sikhaye hain
na?”


Jab woh abhi bhi soch rahi thi, main ne jazbaati baat ki.
“Aur main tum dono ke saath waqt bitana bahut pasand
karta hoon. Abbu itne din door the, tumhe thoda relax
dekh kar mujhe khushi hoti hai. Sirf is baar, Ammi.
Please?”


Main ne awaaz naram aur khush rakhi, muskurata raha jab
tak woh saans chhod kar maan nahi gayi, chahe abhi bhi
anichchhuk thi. “Theek hai beta… lekin sirf isliye ki tu
itna zor de raha hai. Aur hum der tak bahar nahi
rahenge.”


Agli subah hum teeno bahar gaye. Ammi ne kaali hari abaya
aur uske saath matching veil pehna tha jo usko poora
cover karta tha lekin uske bhare hue jism ko chhupa nahi
pa raha tha.







Dhruv light blue shirt aur grey trousers mein bahut sharp
lag raha tha jo uske mothe aur mazboot jism ko dikha raha
tha. Main ne blue-white dhari wali shirt aur halki grey
khaki shorts pehni thi. Humne din ka maza liya — ek shaant
park mein gaye, ek saadhe cafe mein lunch kiya, aur chhote
bazaar mein ghume.


Ammi Dhruv ki kahaniyon par hans rahi thi, uski pehle
wali sakhti dheere dheere thodi naram pad rahi thi jaise
jaise ghante guzar rahe the. Sab kuchh natural lag raha
tha, jaise hum teeno dost hain, kuchh zyada complicated
nahi.


Us shaam ghar laut kar living room mein hum teeno dinner
kar rahe the — abbu, Ammi aur main. Mez par Ammi ka
swadisht ghar ka khana bhara tha, aur TV par halki si
--- lecture chal rahi thi. Lekin Ammi neeche mez par
chupke se messaging kar rahi thi, har kuchh minute mein
phone halke se vibrate kar raha tha.


Abbu thodi der baad notice kar ke dheere se bole, “Minal,
aaj raat tu bahut messaging kar rahi hai. Arre jaan,
theek se kha le. Jo bhi hai wait kar sakta hai. Hum itne
hafte baad family time kar rahe hain.”








Ammi ne jaldi se bahana banaya, masoom muskurahat ke
saath jab uski ungliyan abhi bhi screen par thi. “Bas
masjid group ki ek aunty hai, Naveed. Woh agle mahine
charity event plan kar rahi hain. Main ek minute mein
phone rakh dungi.”


Usne phone ko apni god mein rakh diya, lekin maine dekha
jab abbu nazar hatate hi usne phir se phone ki taraf
dekha. Main chupke se muskuraya, kyuki mujhe bilkul
pata tha woh asal mein kisko message kar rahi thi.


Us raat, Ammi ke bedroom mein, saaf dikhai de raha tha
ki woh Dhruv ka message ka intezaar kar rahi thi. Abbu
jaldi so chuke the, unki kharatein kamre mein goonj
rahi thi.


Ammi bistar ke apne taraf leti hui thi, raat ke kapdon
mein, aankhein khuli, chhat ko ghoor rahi thi.


Woh soyi nahi. Har kuchh minute mein woh phone check
karti, andhere mein screen uske chehre ko roshan kar
deta. Phir akhirkaar message aa gaya.


Woh almost uchal padi, bistar thoda hil gaya jab woh
thodi si uth baithi, uska dil tez dhadak raha hoga.
Dhruv ne usko message kiya.


Dhruv: Minal ji… aaj bahar aane ke liye bahut shukriya.
Har pal mujhe bahut acha laga. Tumne shaam ko itna khaas
bana diya.


Ammi: (woh message do baar padhti hai, abbu ki kharatein
bhari chehre ki taraf dekhti hai, phir dheere se type
karti hai) Shukriya Dhruv. Hum ghar pahunch gaye safely.
Bahut acha tha. Shubh raat.


Dhruv: Sirf acha? ? Maine dekha tum kitna muskurayi thi
jab hum fountain ke paas chal rahe the. Woh silk wala
gehra hari dress aaj raat tum par bilkul zabardast lag
raha tha. Woh tumhare jism se chipka hua… main aankhein
nahi hata pa raha tha.


Ammi: (uske gaal turant laal ho gaye. Woh jaldi se abbu
ki taraf dekhti hai jo abhi bhi zor se kharra raha tha,
phir jawab deti hai) Woh to normal dress tha. Kuchh khaas
nahi. Tum badha chadha kar bol rahe ho.


Dhruv: Normal? Minal, woh dress tumhari curves ke liye
bana tha. Jab tum chalti thi to silk kaise hilta tha…
woh shaandaar aur sexy dono tha. Tumhe ise aur zyada
pehanna chahiye.


Ammi: (woh neeche honth kaat ti hai, phir se abbu ki taraf
dekhti hai, phir type karti hai) Dhruv, please. Maine kabhi
bhi kisi doosre mard ke saath chalna nahi chahti thi jab
mera shauhar isi shehar mein ho. Poora waqt galat mehsoos
ho raha tha. Rizwan ne mujhe bahut pressure diya. Wohi
mujhe laane ke liye majboor kiya. Tum jaante ho main
Rizwan se kitna pyar karti hoon isliye mana nahi kar saki.


Dhruv: Haha, Rizwan acche ladke hain. Lekin mujhe khushi
hai usne pressure diya. Warna main tumhe us hari dress
mein dekhne se reh jaata. Ab hum close dost ban rahe
hain, Minal. Asli dost khul kar baat karte hain, chhote
chhote pal share karte hain, aur feelings chhupate nahi.
Kya tumhe bhi aisa lagta hai?


Ammi: (woh “dost” shabd ko bahut der tak dekhti hai, abbu
ki khush se soti surat dekhti hai, phir jawab deti hai)
Dost… haan, shayad. Lekin phir bhi, yeh ajeeb lagta hai.


Dhruv: Ajeeb hona kabhi kabhi acha hota hai. Iska matlab
hai kuchh naya ho raha hai. Waise, aaj maine jo box diya
tha woh khola kya? Woh sone ka haar tumhari gardan par
soch kar bahut khoobsurat lag raha tha. Chhota pendant
bilkul tumhare… well, tum samajh gayi.


Ammi: (uski aankhein thodi si phail gayi. Woh bistar par
hilti hai, abbu ko soya hua dekh kar pakki karti hai,
phir jaldi type karti hai) Dhruv, main woh haar nahi rakh
sakti. Woh bahut mehnga hai. Aur bahut personal bhi. Main
shadi shuda aurat hoon. Log kya sochenge agar unhone dekha?


Dhruv: Koi nahi dekhega agar tum sirf tab pehno jab dil
kare. Yeh sirf hum dono ke beech hai. Woh haar tumhari
sundar chamdi ke liye bana hai. Please rakh lo. Tum par
bahut khoobsurat lagega. Maine sirf tumhare baare mein
soch kar chuna tha.





Ammi: (woh rukti hai, ungliyan keyboard par hover karti
hui. Woh phir se abbu ki kharatein bhari chehre ki taraf
dekhti hai, phir type karti hai) Woh bahut sundar hai…
lekin mujhe sach mein nahi rakhna chahiye.


Dhruv: Minal, zindagi bahut chhoti hai. Tumhe sundar aur
kadra mehsoos karne ka haq hai. Bas qubool kar lo. Ek
baar mirror ke saamne pehan kar dekho aur batao kaisa
lagta hai. Bas yahi maangta hoon.


Ammi: (uske honthon par chhoti si, almost dikhai na dene
wali muskurahat aadhe second ke liye aati hai. Woh abbu
ki taraf dekhti hai, phir jawab deti hai) Theek hai… main
rakh lungi. Lekin sirf isliye kyuki tum itna zor de rahe
ho. Main ise bahar nahi pehenungi.


Dhruv: Yeh meri ladki! ? Dekha, ab tum behtar mehsoos kar
rahi ho. Ab sach sach batao — aaj jab tumne woh tight hari
dress pehna tha, kya thoda confident mehsoos nahi hua?
Woh tumhare shape ko kaise dikha raha tha… main har
second enjoy kar raha tha.


Ammi: (uska chehra thoda laal ho jata hai. Woh bistar mein
bhi dupatta theek karti hai phir type karti hai) Dhruv,
main ek deendar _ aurat hoon. Main apna shape
dikhane ke liye dress nahi pehenti. Woh dress sirf
comfortable thi. Mainne ise isliye pehna kyuki Rizwan ko
pasand tha. Main aisi baaton ke baare mein nahi sochti.


Dhruv: Comfortable? Minal, woh tumhare choochiyon aur kamar
ko perfectly chipak raha tha. Tum bahut graceful aur
auraton wali lag rahi thi. Apne jism mein sundar mehsoos
karne mein kuchh galat nahi. Ek deendar aurat bhi
attractive mehsoos kar sakti hai.


Ammi: (woh message padhti hai, saansein thodi tez ho jati
hain, abbu ko gehri neend mein dekhti hai, phir jawab deti
hai) Please mere jism ke baare mein aise mat baat karo.
Yeh sahi nahi. Main shadi shuda hoon.


Dhruv: Main kuchh bura nahi bol raha. Main to sirf us
cheez ki tareef kar raha hoon jo Khuda ne diya hai — ek
pyari, bhari jism. Tumhe bhi iska maza lena chahiye. Khud
ke saath itna sakht mat bano.


Ammi: (woh lagbhag ek minute rukti hai) Bahut der ho gayi
hai. Ab mujhe sona chahiye. Mera shauhar yahin mere paas
hai.


Dhruv: Arre, itni jaldi mat so jao. Hum to sirf dost ki
tarah baat kar rahe hain. Thodi der aur ruko. Mujhe tumse
baat karna acha lagta hai.


Ammi: (woh dheemi saans chhodti hai) Mere soye hue shauhar
ke saath bistar par let kar tumse message karna galat
lagta hai. Ek shadi shuda aurat ko aisa nahi karna
chahiye.


Dhruv: Kyon galat hai? Tum kuchh bura nahi kar rahi. Sirf
baat kar rahi ho. Tera shauhar tum par poora bharosa
karta hai. Woh khush se kharra raha hai. Woh jaanta hai
tu achhi biwi hai. Raat ko thodi si dostana baat se kuchh
nahi badalta.


Ammi: (woh message ko dekhti hai, phir type karti hai) Tum
mujhse kya chahte ho, Dhruv? Kyon itni raat ko mujhe
message kar rahe ho?


Dhruv: Main tumhari dosti chahta hoon. Tumhari muskurahat.
Tumhari sachchi baatein. Kuchh aur nahi… jab tak tum khud
zyada na chaho. Mujhe tum pasand ho, Minal. Yeh tum already
jaanti ho.


(Achanak abbu bistar par palat kar zor se Ammi ki taraf
mudte hue zor ki saans lete hain. Ammi sakht ho jati hai,
aankhein phail jati hain. Woh jaldi se phone ki brightness
kam karti hai aur saans rok leti hai. Abbu neend mein
kuchh budbudate hain lekin uthte nahi. Das second baad woh
thodi si relax hoti hai aur phone ki taraf dekhti hai.)


Dhruv: Kyon reply band kar di? Sab theek hai?


Ammi: (woh tez type karti hai) Mera shauhar abhi bistar par
palata. Woh almost uthne wala tha. Ek second ke liye bahut
darr gayi.


Dhruv: Dekha? Woh bacche ki tarah so raha hai. Woh tum par
itna bharosa karta hai, Minal. Agar usko pata bhi chale ki
tum dost se baat kar rahi ho to woh bhi nahi mind karega.
Tum zyada soch rahi ho kyuki tum khud ke saath bahut sakht
ho.


Ammi: (woh abbu ke kharatein bhare chehre ko bahut der tak
dekhti hai, phir jawab deti hai) Shayad main bahut sakht
hoon… mujhe nahi pata.


Dhruv: Bilkul. Tum shadi shuda _ aurat ho, haan.
Lekin iska matlab yeh nahi ki har chhoti khushi se khud ko
band kar lo. Tum hans sakti ho, sundar mehsoos kar sakti
ho, dost se baat kar sakti ho, achhe kapde pehan sakti ho,
chhota gift qubool kar sakti ho. Zindagi khatam nahi ho
jati. Khud ke saath itna sakht mat bano, Minal. Tumhe
zinda mehsoos karne ka haq hai.


Ammi: (woh lambi message ko dhyaan se padhti hai. Uski
ungliyan hover karti hain. Woh phir se abbu ki taraf
dekhti hai, phir dheere type karti hai) Kya tum aisa
sochte ho?


Dhruv: Main jaanta hoon. Aaj dekho — tum bahar gayi, woh
sundar hari dress pehni, haar qubool kiya, maine kabhi
itna muskurate nahi dekha. Tum khush lag rahi thi. Yeh
gunah nahi. Yeh to zinda rehna hai. Sabse deendar logon
ko bhi chhote chhote khushiyon ke pal chahiye.


Ammi: (woh turant jawab nahi deti. Woh phone neeche rakh
deti hai kuchh second ke liye, chhat ko dekhti hai, phir
phir utha leti hai) Maine is tarah kabhi nahi socha tha.


Dhruv: To aaj raat se aisa sochna shuru kar do. Tum abhi
bhi jawan ho, sundar ho, zindagi se bhari ho. Halaat ka
thoda maza lo. Main yahan tumhara dost hoon. Koi pressure
nahi, koi maang nahi. Sirf woh jo tumse baat karna aur
tumhe muskurana pasand karta hai.


Ammi: (padhte hue uske chehre par naram, sharmili si
muskurahat aati hai. Woh ek baar phir abbu ki khush se
soti surat dekhti hai, phir jawab deti hai) Tum logon ko
convince karne mein bahut acche ho, Dhruv.


Dhruv: Sirf tab jab insaan convince karne layak ho. Aur
tum, Minal, bilkul layak ho. To… kya tum kabhi kabhi woh
haar pehna karogi? Sirf apne liye?


Ammi: (woh rukti hai, phir type karti hai) Shayad… kabhi
kabhi. Jab main akeli hoon.


Dhruv: Bas yahi sunna chahta tha. Thoda bharosa karne ke
liye shukriya. Ab batao — kya tumhe woh khushboo pasand
aayi jo maine tumhare liye chuni thi? Woh taaza chameli
jaisi?


Ammi: Haan… bahut achhi hai. Sone se pehle maine thodi si
apni kalaai par lagayi thi. Usne mujhe us park ki yaad
dila di jahan hum gaye the.


Dhruv: Dekha? Chhoti chhoti khushiyan. Bas yahi tumhare
liye chahta hoon. Rizwan bahut kismat wala hai jiski Ammi
tum ho, lekin main aur bhi kismat wala hoon kyuki ab mujhe
tum jaisa dost mila.


Ammi: (woh phir muskurati hai, abbu ki taraf dekhti hai,
phir jawab deti hai) Tum mujhe raat ke 11:30 baje bhi
sharma de rahe ho. Ab mujhe sach mein sona chahiye.


Dhruv: Ruko… sone se pehle, Minal… ek chhoti si guzarish?
Kya tum abhi ki ek photo mujhe bhej sakti ho? Bas aise hi
jaise tum bistar mein dikhti ho. Main tumhari chamdi night
light ke neeche dekhna chahta hoon. Kuchh bura nahi, bas
tum shaant dikhti hui. Please?


Ammi: (woh padhti hai, aankhein thodi si phail jati hain.
Woh jaldi se abbu ki kharatein bhari chehre ki taraf
dekhti hai, phir ek ungli se type karti hai phone ko
seene se chipkaye) Dhruv, kya bol rahe ho? Main aisi photo
nahi bhej sakti. Yeh sahi nahi.


Dhruv: Kyon nahi? Tum itni sundar lagti ho jab relax hoti
ho. Main soch raha hoon tum us sleeveless laal nightdress
mein jo tumne bataya tha kabhi kabhi pehanti ho. Sirf ek
photo kandhe ya baahon ki… tumhari naram chamdi. Isse
mujhe bhi neend aa jayegi.


Ammi: (uske pet mein halki si hilti mehsoos hoti hai. Woh
kambal ke neeche hilti hai, pakki karti hai ki sab cover
hai. Abbu ek baar zor se kharra raha. Woh jawab deti hai)
Main aaj raat woh laal wali pehni hui hoon, haan. Woh
sleeveless hai. Lekin main koi photo nahi bhej sakti.
Please samajh lo.


Dhruv: Sleeveless laal… Khuda, woh tumhari gori chamdi par
kitna zabardast lagega. Jab tum uth baithti ho to kya woh
tumhari raanon tak pahunch jata hai? Sach sach batao. Aur
ek chhoti photo kyon nahi bhej sakti? Kal raat ki tarah
doosre kamre mein chali jao. Kisi ko pata nahi chalega.


Ammi: (turant woh beech mein type karna band kar deti hai,
jo likha tha delete kar deti hai, aur pachaas second tak
deewar ko dekhti hai. Woh mehsoos karti hai direction galat
ho rahi hai. Woh phir type karti hai) Nahi. Main kahin nahi
ja rahi. Yeh already bahut zyada ho gaya hai. Mujhe sona
chahiye.


Dhruv: Arre Minal. Ab mat ruk jao. Hum itni achhi baat kar
rahe the. Bas batao — kya woh laal nightdress jab tum
hilti ho to tumhari raanon par chadh jati hai? Main sochta
hoon woh tumhari taangon par kitni naram lagegi.


Ammi: (woh neeche honth kaat ti hai, message ko do baar
padhti hai. Uska khali haath anjaan mein god par kambal
theek karta hai. Abbu neend mein thoda palat ta hai. Woh
jawab deti hai) Woh… jab main baithti hoon to thoda raanon
tak chadh jata hai. Lekin Dhruv, please photo maangna band
karo. Main apne soye hue shauhar ke paas leti hui shadi
shuda aurat hoon. Yeh sahi nahi.


Dhruv: Sahi hona kabhi kabhi boring hota hai. Tumhe mehsoos
karne ka haq hai ki koi tumhe chahta hai. Do minute ke
liye doosre kamre mein jao, kandhe ya collarbone ki ek
masoom photo click kar lo. Main waada karta hoon aaj raat
aur nahi maangunga.


Ammi: (woh sir hilaati hai bhale hi woh dekh nahi sakta.
Woh abbu ki shaant kharatein bhari surat dekhti hai,
aankhon mein gunah ki chamak. Woh type karti hai) Main
politely inkaar karti hoon. Main aisa nahi karungi. Shubh
raat.


Dhruv: Theek hai theek hai, photo ke liye force nahi
karunga. Lekin kam se kam batao — us laal nightdress ke
neeche tum kaisa underwear pehni hui ho? Kya woh bhi laal
hai? Ya kuchh simple?


Ammi: (uska chehra halki narazgi se laal ho jata hai. Woh
ek second ke liye seedhi baith jati hai, phir peeche let
jati hai. Woh tez type karti hai) Dhruv, yeh bahut
personal baat hai. Ab mujhe thodi si burai mehsoos ho rahi
hai. Hum is tarah ki baat band kar den.



Dhruv: Arre, naraaz mat ho, sundar. Main to bas apni
nayi close friend ko chhed raha tha. Theek hai… agar
tum koi photo nahi bhejna chahti, to main hi kuchh
bhej deta hoon. Aisa kuchh jo aaj raat tumhe neend
nahi aane dega… aur aage se har baar aankh band
karte hi tumhe mera khayal aayega. ?


Ammi: (woh message padhti hai, bhawen upar uthi hui,
anjaan utsaukta se. Sir thoda tedha karti hai, phone
ki roshni uski aankhon mein chamak rahi hai. Abbu
kharate le rahe hain. Woh type karti hai) Kya matlab?
Tum kya bhejoge?


Dhruv: Bahut khaas cheez. Kuchh bada aur asli. Woh
cheez jo meri hai aur poora din tumhara khayal kar
rahi thi. Agar tum chhoti si photo nahi bheji to main
yeh bhej dunga. Lekin chetavni deta hoon… ek baar dekh
liya to aasani se bhool nahi paogi. Phir bhi bhej
doon?


Ammi: (woh message ko dekhti hai, chhoti si uljhi hui
muskurahat banati hai. Woh sochti hai woh mazak kar
raha hai. Jawab deti hai) Tum mere saath khel rahe ho.
Mujhe yakeen nahi. Shubh raat, Dhruv.


Dhruv: Main mazak nahi kar raha. Aakhri mauka. Ek
masoom photo bhejo warna main apna surprise bhej
dunga. Tumhari marzi.


Ammi: (woh thoda rukti hai, utsaukta jeet rahi hai.
Abbu ki taraf dekhti hai phir phone par. Type karti
hai) Main koi photo nahi bhej sakti. Maine kaha tha.
Please koi ajeeb cheez mat bhejna.


Dhruv: Theek hai phir… shubh raat, Minal. Achhi neend
lena. ?


(Ammi phone ko apne seene par rakh deti hai. Woh
lagbhag ek minute chhat ko dekhti rahi. Utsaukta usko
kha rahi thi. Woh neeche ka honth kaat ti hai, abbu ke
kharate lete hue chehre ki taraf dekhti hai, phir
paanch minute baad phone utha leti hai.)


Ammi: Dhruv? Woh “kuchh” kya tha jo tum bhejna
chahte the?


Dhruv: (woh jawab dene mein bahut waqt leta hai —
lagbhag do poore minute. Ammi baar baar chat refresh
karti rahi, bechain hoti ja rahi thi. Woh apni
nightdress ki pati thik karti hai jo thodi sarak
gayi thi.)


Ammi: (intezaar ke baad) Ho wahan? Ya so gaye?


Dhruv: Main yahan hoon. Maine kaha tha intezaar karo.
Woh cheez jo main bhejna chahta hoon pehle badi honi
chahiye. Abhi taiyar nahi hai. Ek minute do.


Ammi: (woh dheere se hans padti hai, muh dhak leti hai
taaki abbu na jaage. Type karti hai) Badi? Kis baare
mein baat kar rahe ho? Samajh nahi aa raha.


Dhruv: Woh cheez jo tumhare baare mein sochne par
badhti hai. Abhi hum baat kar rahe hain isliye woh aur
badi ho rahi hai. Isliye thoda waqt chahiye.


Ammi: (woh padhti hai, asli hansi nikal jaati hai.
Jaldi se muh phir dhak leti hai. Abbu kharate lete
rahe. Jawab deti hai) Ab to bahut shaitani kar rahe
ho. Lagta hai mujhe so jaana chahiye. Aaj raat ke liye
kaafi hai.


Dhruv: Abhi mat so jao. Maine chetavni di thi na? Agar
photo nahi bheji to main yeh badi cheez bhej dunga. Ab
bhi dekhna nahi chahti?


Ammi: (woh phir mazak samajh kar type karti hai) Achha,
ab samajh gayi tum sirf chhed rahe ho. Sach mein shubh
raat.


Dhruv: Main chhed nahi raha. Andaza lagao kya hai.
Chalo, guess karo. Hint dunga.


Ammi: (ab poori tarah utsaukta mein phans gayi. Woh
thoda aur seedhi baithti hai, kambal upar kheenchti
hai. Type karti hai) Kya yeh gift hai? Ya tumne kuchh
khareeda uski photo?


Dhruv: Gift nahi. Meri hissa hai. Kuchh sakht aur mota
tumhari wajah se.


Ammi: (woh rukti hai, shabdon ko dheere padhti hai.
Gardan par halki laali chadh jaati hai. Jawab deti hai)
Mujhe nahi pata… ghadi? Ya tumhara haath?


Dhruv: Galat. Haath se kaafi bada. Aur abhi seedha
khada ho kar tumhare laal nightdress aur naram raanon
ke baare mein soch raha hai.


Ammi: (woh phir hans padti hai, lekin is baar
ghabrahat ke saath. Type karti hai) Mazak band karo,
Dhruv. Main sach mein ab so jaungi.


Dhruv: Aakhri guess. Agar sahi guess kiya to main nahi
bhejunga. Galat guess kiya to turant bhej dunga.


Ammi: (ab poori tarah khel mein aa gayi, khud ke
khilaaf muskurati hui. Abbu ki taraf dekhti hai phir
type karti hai) Kya yeh… tumhara phone hai?


Dhruv: Galat. Ab aa raha hai…


(Dhruv lagbhag 90 second leta hai. Ammi screen ko
dekhti rahi, dil tez dhadak raha tha. Usne chat teen
baar refresh kiya. Aakhir message aa gaya aur usme ek
photo attached thi — uske bade, mote, baal wale lund
ki close-up photo, poora khada, nasen dikhai de rahi
thi, haath mein pakda hua.)








Dhruv: [Photo bheji: uske bade khade lund ki saaf
photo, neeche kaale baal, upar chamakdar]


(Ammi ki aankhein pure aascharya se phail gayi. Muh
thoda khul gaya. Woh photo ko lagbhag das second tak
bina palak jhapkaye dekhti rahi. Phone haath se lagbhag
chhootne wala tha. Usne jaldi chat band kiya, screen
lock kiya aur phone ko muh ke bal bistar par rakh
diya. Uski chhati tez tez upar neeche ho rahi thi. Woh
abbu ke kharate lete chehre ki taraf dekhti hai phir
andhere phone ki taraf. Woh kuchh type nahi karti. Chat
uski taraf se khamosh rahi. Phir woh phone kholti hai
aur phir se woh photo dekhti hai.)


Dhruv: Minal? Dekha tumne?


Dhruv: Yeh tumhari wajah se hai, sundar. Sirf tumhari
wajah se.


(Koi jawab nahi Ammi ki taraf se. Woh frozen si screen
ko dekhe ja rahi thi, saansein aniyamit. Abbu uske
paas sukoon se kharate le rahe the, bilkul be-khabar.)