Adultery Meri Pakiza Ammijaan Ka Bhrashtikaran

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Main bedroom ki khirki ke bahar bilkul thahra hua khada tha, mera haath abhi bhi mere lund par lapeta hua tha, apni maa ko Gajendra ke saamne ghutnon par dekhte hue. 

Woh ab woh sharmili aur paramparik aurat nahi rahi thi jise main pehle jaanta tha. Woh ab lund choosne mein mahir ho chuki thi.ss 


Usne ek haath se uske mote lund ki jad pakad rakhi thi jabki uska muh baaki hisse ko smooth aur abhyaas wali rhythm se kaam kar raha tha. Woh ab gehra lete waqt gag nahi karti thi. 






Uski jagah usne apni gardan ko relax kiya aur sir ko andar slide hone diya jab tak uske honth apni ungliyon ko chhoo na le. Woh apni kalaai ko dheere ghumati hui ragad rahi thi, apne sir ke movement se milta hua. 

Gajendra (sofe par peeche jhuk kar, apni taange aur chaudi karke, ek haath uske sir par): Mmm… achhi ladki. Yahan baithe kamre mein. Ab tumhe koi farak nahi padta, hai na? 

Maa (apna muh uske lund se nikaalte hue geeli awaaz ke saath, dono haathon se ragadte hue aur sir ko chaat te hue): Mujhe koi farak nahi padta, baby… mujhe Hussein se bilkul farak nahi padta. Use apni dukaan mein jaane do. Use poori raat wahin rehne do. Mujhe sirf yeh lund chahiye. 

Woh usse wapas apne muh mein leti hai, shor machate hue choosti hui, uska sir upar neeche dheere dheere hilta hua. 

Gajendra (dheere karahate hue, usse dekhte hue): Phir se bolo. Jab tum mere lund ko choos rahi ho, mujhe batao ki tumhe apne pati se koi farak nahi padta. 

Maa (uske lund ke charo taraf moan karte hue, shabd geele aur dhime nikalte hue): Mmmph… mujhe usse koi farak nahi padta… slurp… mujhe farak nahi padta agar woh wapas aa jaye… slurp… ab mujhe sirf tumhara lund pasand hai… 

Woh aur zor se choosne lagi, usse aur andar leti hui, uske lund par thook neeche tapak raha tha uske towel par. 

Gajendra (ek haath se uski veil pakad kar, uske sir ko guide karte hue): Aur gehra. Aur gehra lo, Shahida. Dikhao mujhe ki tumhe usse kitna farak nahi padta. 

Maa (phir se muh nikaalte hue, saans lete hue, uske lund se thook ke taar judte hue): Mujhe sach mein koi farak nahi padta, Gajendra… Hussein ab mere liye kuchh bhi nahi hai. Woh mujhe tumhare jaise nahi chod sakta. 

Woh mujhe gandi randi jaise mehsoos nahi kara sakta jaise tum karte ho. Main sirf tumhari slut banna chahti hoon. 

Woh wapas neeche chali gayi, lobhi tareeke se choosti hui, uske gaal andar dhanste hue jab woh uske lund ko kaam karti thi. 

Gajendra (kaali aankhon se usse dekhte hue): Dekho apne aap ko… apne baithe kamre mein ghutnon par, pati ke jaate hi kisi doosre aadmi ka lund choos rahi ho. Tum '. randi se bhi buri ho gayi ho, Shahida. 

Maa (uske shabdon par zor se moan karte hue, kuchh seconds tez choosne ke baad muh nikaalte hue): Haan… main randi se bhi buri ho gayi hoon… lick… main pehle achhi patni thi… main ,,., padhti thi aur apne aap ko dhak leti thi… ab main ghutnon par tumhara lund choos rahi hoon aur iska mazaa le rahi hoon. Main tumhari gandi '. randi hoon. 

Woh uske balls se lekar tip tak poori tarah chaat ti hai, phir usse wapas muh mein leti hai, thoda gag karte hue jab woh khud ko aur gehra dhakelti hai. 

Gajendra (uski veil par pakad mazboot karte hue): Dheere. Apni jeebh ka zyada istemal karo. Mujhe mehsoos hona chahiye woh jeebh jab tum baat kar rahi ho. 

Maa (turant maante hue, dheere karte hue, sir ke charo taraf jeebh ghumate hue aur uski taraf dekhte hue): Mmm… aise? lick lick… mujhe ab Hussein ke baare mein koi farak nahi padta… mujhe farak nahi padta agar woh jaan le… main phir bhi jab tum chahega tumhara lund choosne daudti aaungi. 

Gajendra: Phir se. Bolo ki tumhe usse koi farak nahi padta jab tum choos rahi ho. 

Maa (usko gehra lete hue, phir sirf itna bahar nikaal kar bolne ke liye, uski awaaz geeli aur tooti hui): Mujhe apne pati se koi farak nahi padta… slurp… mujhe farak nahi padta woh kaam kar raha hai ya aaram kar raha hai ya mar raha hai… mujhe sirf is mote lund se farak padta hai jo mera muh khinch raha hai… ab main uski patni nahi, tumhari randi hoon. 

Woh wapas shor machate hue choosne lagi, uska sir upar neeche hilta hua, geeli awaazein shaant baithe kamre mein bhar rahi thi. 

Gajendra (zyada tez saans lete hue): Fuck… tumhare andar ab koi sharm bhi nahi bachi. Sirf sir ko chooso. Sirf sir. Aur mujhe batao tum kya ho. 

Maa (sirf phoole hue sir par focus karte hue, zor zor se aur geele tareeke se choosti hui): Main tumhari '. randi hoon… (suck suck)… main randi se bhi buri hoon… maine tumhe apne pati ke bed par chodne diya… main uski photo phenkti hoon jab tum mujhe chodte ho… main ek besharm, lund bhooki slut hoon… 

Gajendra: Ab aur gehra. Poora andar lo. Thoda choke karo. 

Maa (apna sir neeche dhakelti hui jab tak uska lund uski gardan ke peeche tak na pahunche, geele tareeke se gag karte hue, aankhon mein aansu aate hue): gluck gluck… mujhe Hussein se koi farak nahi padta… gluck… mujhe apni shaadi se koi farak nahi padta… mujhe sirf tumhara ganda chhota fucktoy banne se farak padta hai… 

Woh khansi karte hue muh nikaalti hai, thook uski thodi se tapak kar uske towel par girta hai, phir turant wapas us par chali jaati hai. Main abhi bhi khirki se apni maa ko dekh raha tha. 







Har upar ki taraf uski jeebh neeche ke hisse par ghoom rahi thi, aur woh naram, geeli, pasand bhari awaazein nikaal rahi thi — zor ke moan nahi, balki dheemi, abhyaasi gungunahat ki awaazein jo uske lund ke charo taraf kaanp rahi thi. Usse bilkul pata tha ki honthon se kitna dabav dena hai. 

Usse pata tha kab zor se choosna hai aur kab dheere kar ke chaatna hai. Usne apne azaad haath se dheere se uske balls ko pakad kar malish bhi ki jab woh kaam kar rahi thi. 

Main hairaan tha ki woh itne chhote samay mein kitni professional ho gayi thi. 

Ab mujhe kaaran saaf dikhai de raha tha. Yeh Gajendra ke saath uska pehla baar nahi tha. Usne practice ki hogi. Woh uska lund regularly choosti rahi hogi — hotalon mein, gaadiyon mein, shayad is ghar mein bhi jab pita dukaan par hote the. 

Har baar jab woh ghar aati thi thodi sooji hui honthon ya bhaari awaaz ke saath, woh “thakaan” ki wajah se nahi hota tha. Woh isliye hota tha kyunki woh lambi der tak ghutnon par rah kar is aadmi ke lund ko perfect tareeke se khush karna seekh rahi thi. 

Is vichar se mera apna lund mere haath mein hil utha. Meri maa hamare saamne se ek mahir, lund ki pooja karne wali randi ban chuki thi. 

Achanak mujhe bahar ke gate khulne ki awaaz aayi. 

Meri dadi Zainab — meri maa ki maa — hamare ghar mein andar aa rahi thi. 







Woh safed design wali dress pehne hui thi jisme kaala scarf uske sir aur kandhon par lapeta hua tha. 

Dress uske abhi bhi bhare hue shareer par tight thi, aur safed rang usse uski umar se chhoti dikha raha tha. Woh dheere chal rahi thi, jaise usse bilkul pata tha ki woh kahan ja rahi hai aur kyun. 

Mujhe aashcharya ho raha tha ki woh dopahar ke beech mein bina call kiye kyun aa gayi thi. Kya meri maa ne iske liye taiyaari ki thi? Kya unhone saath milkar kuchh plan kiya tha? 

Ek aur baat jo mujhe laga: Dadi ek chhote kapde ke purse le kar aa rahi thi, jaisa auratein ghar ka khana laane ke liye leti hain. 

Lekin jis tareeke se woh use pakad rahi thi, aur jis tareeke se woh chalte hue bedroom ki khirki ki taraf dekhi, mujhe laga ki woh purse asli kaaran nahi tha. 

Kuchh aur ho raha tha. 

Main ghabra gaya. 

Main abhi bhi bahar tha, meri half pant taangon tak neeche thi aur mera lund haath mein tha. Agar dadi peeche aangan mein aa gayi aur mujhe aise dekha toh sab barbaad ho jayega. 

Main jaldi se apni half pant upar kheenchi, apne sakht lund ko andar dhakelne ki poori koshish ki. 

Kapda mere khade lund par tight khinch gaya, saaf dikhai de raha tha, lekin mere paas koi chaara nahi tha. Mera dil itna zor se dhadak raha tha ki mujhe apne kaanon mein sunai de raha tha. 

Mere vichar har taraf daud rahe the. Dadi yahan kyun hai? Kya maa ko pata tha ki woh aa rahi hai? Kya unhone saath milkar plan kiya? Kya dadi bhi is gande raaz mein shaamil hai? 

Yeh vichar ki meri maa aur dadi is gande raaz se judi ho sakti hain, mera sir ghuma raha tha. 

Main jhaadiyon ke peeche aur neeche jhuk gaya, bilkul shant rehne ki koshish karte hue. 

Mujhe dadi ke dheeme kadmon ki awaaz concrete path par sunai de rahi thi jab woh ghar ke side se aangan ki taraf aa rahi thi. 

Woh dheere aur soch samajh kar chal rahi thi, jaise kuchh sunne ki koshish kar rahi ho. 

Uski safed dress har kadam ke saath hil rahi thi. 

Uska sir par scarf hawa mein halke se hil raha tha. Usne awaaz de kar bulaya nahi ya apne aane ki suchna nahi di. Woh bas chalti rahi, uski aankhein khirkiyon aur darwazon par nazar daalti hui. 

Phir woh ruk gayi. 

Ghar ke andar se, meri maa ke Gajendra ka lund choosne ki geeli aur rhythm wali awaazein thodi khuli living room khirki se saaf sunai de rahi thi. Slurp… slurp… mmmph… slurp… 

Dadi Zainab bilkul thahri khadi rahi. 

Uska sir thoda jhuka. Usse bilkul pata tha ki yeh awaazein kya hain. 

Usne pehle bhi yeh suni thi — kayi baar, apne jeevan mein. Uske chehre par dheemi, jaan kar wali muskaan. Woh shocked nahi dikhai de rahi thi. Woh… dilchasp lag rahi thi. 

Woh chupke se khirki ki taraf badhi, deewaar ke kareeb rah kar taaki andar se na dikhe. 

Woh khirki ke kinaare tak pahunchi aur carefully andar jhaankne lagi. 








Jo usne dekha usse uski aankhein ek pal ke liye phail gayi, phir ek ajeeb, lagbhag garv bhari expression se naram ho gayi. 

Uski beti — meri maa Shahida — baithe kamre ke beech mein ghutnon par thi, abhi bhi sirf apni gehri pink veil aur towel pehne hue jo ab uski kamar tak neeche slip ho chuka tha. 

Uska muh Gajendra ke mote lund ke charo taraf faila hua tha. Woh usse usi professional rhythm se choos rahi thi jo maine pehle notice kiya tha — gehra, smooth, abhyaas wala stroke, uska haath jad par ghumata hua, uski jeebh neeche ke hisse par kaam karti hui. 

Thook uski thodi se tapak kar uske nange choochiyon par gir raha tha. Gajendra ka haath uski veil dhaki hui gardan par tha, dheere guide karte hue. 

Yeh pehli baar tha jab dadi Zainab ne apni beti ko aise dekha tha. 

Kaaran simple lekin shaktishali tha. Jab ghar mein aisi pehli baar hui thi, tab meri maa ne apni maa — dadi Zainab — ko isi ghar mein apne purane ***** premi Suraj ko chumte hue pakda tha. 

Kuchh mahine pehle, jab main abhi chhota bachcha tha, maa ne bedroom mein dadi aur Suraj par aa gayi thi. Lekin meri maa ne unhe rok nahi. 

Dadi tab bhi ghutnon par thi, lekin kisi doosre aadmi ke liye. Us pal ne hamare parivar mein sab badal diya tha, halanki kisi ne iske baare mein khule mein nahi bola. 

Dadi Zainab Suraj ke dwara kayi saalon mein randi bana di gayi thi. 

Suraj ek umardaraaz ***** aadmi tha. Usne dheere dheere dadi Zainab ki har seema tod di thi. Usne usse aisi cheezein karwayi thi jo usne kabhi sapne mein bhi nahi sochi thi. 

Sabse shocking baaton mein se ek — jiske baare mein meri maa ne gusse mein ek baar bataya tha — yeh tha ki Suraj ne dadi ko suar ka gosht khilaya tha. 

Ek baar nahi. Kayi baar. Woh restaurant mein order karta aur apne haathon se usse khilata, usse batate hue ki agar woh sach mein uski hai toh jo kuchh woh de usse kha legi. 

Suar ka gosht hamare dharm mein sakht haraam aur mana tha, lekin dadi ne maan liya tha. 

Usne Suraj ki aankhon mein dekhte hue chaba kar nigal liya tha, apne dharm aur shaadi se upar uske prati apni samarpan sabit karte hue. 

Usne mere dada Qadir ko bhi usi mahine mein dhoka diya tha. Dada Qadir ek simple, '. aadmi the jo mehnat karte the aur din mein paanch baar ,,., padhte the. 

Unhe kabhi nahi pata chala ki unki patni regularly Suraj se hotalon mein milti thi aur kabhi kabhi dada ke bahar hone par unhe ghar mein bhi laati thi. 

Dadi ne Suraj ko apna shareer poori tarah de diya tha — apna muh, apni chut, apni gaand bhi — aur usne yeh itni bhookh ke saath kiya tha jo khud usse bhi hairaan kar deti thi. 

Suraj ne ek paramparik, umar dar middle-aged '. aurat ko apni personal, aagyaakaari randi bana diya tha. 

Ab khirki par khadi hokar, dadi Zainab apni beti ko bilkul wahi karte hue dekh rahi thi. Lagta hai meri maa bas apni maa ke kadmon par chal rahi hai. 

Aur woh muskurati hui thi. Phir mujhe aashcharya hua jab dadi ne apni safed dress ko taangon tak upar kheenchna shuru kiya aur apni beti ko dekhte hue muth marne lagi. 








Main uske chehre par dheere dheere garam aur lagbhag sneh bhari muskaan failti dekh raha tha jab woh meri maa ka sir Gajendra ke lund par aage peeche hilte dekh rahi thi. 

Pehle mujhe samajh nahi aaya ki woh kyun muskur rahi hai. 

Phir mujhe ehsaas hua — woh isliye muskur rahi thi kyunki woh apni beti mein khud ko pehchaan rahi thi. 

Woh isliye muskur rahi thi kyunki wohi aag jo Suraj ne uske andar jalaayi thi ab Shahida ke andar jal rahi thi. 

Us muskaan mein ek aur baat thi: usme garv tha. Tedha ganda garv. Woh garv mehsoos kar rahi thi ki uski beti bhi uski tarah achhi randi ban gayi hai. 

Hamara parivar teen peedhiyon mein ganda ho chuka tha. 

Mere dada Qadir ek achhe '. aadmi the jo kabhi sach nahi jaan paaye. Unki patni saalon se chhup chhup kar kisi doosre aadmi ka lund seva karti rahi thi. 

Ab meri maa — bilkul usi ghar mein yahi kar rahi thi jise unhone banane mein madad ki thi. Aur main, unka pota, bahar khada tha apna lund sakht kiye, sab kuchh dekhte hue aur usse uttejit hote hue. 

Sharm, imaan aur wafadari ki parivarik parampara poori tarah toot chuki thi. Ek aur baat jo ise aur bura bana rahi thi: hum yeh sab tab kar rahe the jab mera pita Hussein — jo abhi bhi apne --- mulyon ko pakadne ki koshish kar raha tha — apni dukaan par tha, bilkul anjaan ki uski patni, uski sasuma aur uska apna beta sab is gupt gande duniya mein shaamil hain. 

Dadi Zainab Gajendra ke lund ki motai aur lambai se mantr mugdh thi jo meri maa ke muh mein tha. 

Jahaan se dadi Zainab khadi thi, woh sab kuchh saaf dekh sakti thi. Gajendra ka lund mota aur lamba, nasdar aur bhari tha. Meri maa ke honth uske charo taraf fail gaye the. Kya dadi Zainab Gajendra ke lund ki size ka mazaa le rahi thi? 

Har baar jab maa usse gehra andar leti, uski gardan thodi si ubhar jaati thi. 

Thook ki dhaar lund ki daandi par chamakti hui beh rahi thi. Dadi ki aankhein apni beti ke sir ke hilne ko fascination se dekh rahi thi. 

Woh dekh rahi thi ki meri maa apni jeebh kaise istemal kar rahi hai, kaise gaal andar kheench kar supaare ko choos rahi hai. 

Kaise poori pakad se neeche ko zor se ragad rahi hai. 

Ek aur baat: dadi ke apne honth bhi halke se khul gaye the jab woh dekh rahi thi, jaise woh yaad kar rahi ho ki kuchh hafte pehle Suraj ka itna bada lund apne muh mein lene ka kaisa ehsaas tha. 

Woh khidki par khadi rahi, abhi bhi dekh rahi thi. 

Uska daayen haath dheere dheere neeche uski safed design wali dress ke saamne chala gaya. Usne ungliyon ko kapde ke upar se apni chut par dabaaya aur dheere gol gol ragadne lagi. 

Woh khud ko chhoo rahi thi kyunki apni beti ko lund chooste dekhne se uske purane shaktishali yaadein aur nayi nishedh uttejna jaag uthi thi. 

Shahida ko ghutnon par dekhte hue, usi tareeke se ek aadmi ki seva karte hue jaise woh khud Suraj ki karti thi, uski chut geeli ho gayi thi. 

Ek aur baat: uski saansein bhari hui ho gayi thi aur uski ungliyaan dress par aur zor se dab rahi thi jab meri maa ne Gajendra ka lund poora apni gardan mein le liya aur kuchh seconds tak rok kar rakha. 

Main jo kuchh dekh raha tha usse itna shocked tha ki mere haath kaanpne lage. 

Mera phone meri ungliyon se chhoot gaya. 

Woh concrete par zor ki awaaz ke saath gir gaya. 

Awaz shaant dopahar mein tez aur saaf thi. 

Dadi Zainab ka sir turant us awaaz ki taraf ghum gaya. 

Uski aankhein mujhe jhaadiyon ke peeche ghutne tek kar baitha hua dekh liya, meri patloon abhi bhi ajab tareeke se tambu banaaye hue, mera chehra shock se safed. Ek second ke liye woh sirf khadi rahi. 

Phir woh tez lekin chupke se mere chhupne wali jagah backyard ki taraf badhne lagi. 

Main peeche hatne ki koshish kar raha tha lekin bahut der ho chuki thi. 

Woh mere paas pahunch gayi jab main zameen se phone uthane ke liye jhuka hua tha. 

Meri patloon abhi bhi aadhi neeche thi, mera sakht lund patli shorts ke kapde se saaf dikhai de raha tha. 

Dadi mere upar khadi thi, mere khule hue avastha aur haath mein phone ko neeche se dekh rahi thi. 

Dadi Zainab (ghar ke side se dheere dheere chalti hui, apna halka safed veil theek karti hui, phir mujhe jhuke hue dekh kar ruk jaati hai): Zaid? Beta… yahaan kya kar rahe ho? 

Woh kuchh kadam door khadi hoti hai, uski aankhein mere chehre se neeche mere haathon par jaati hain jab main jaldi se phone uthata hoon. Uska chehra shaant lekin utsuk hai. 

Main (jaldi se seedha khade hokar, phone pakde hue, dil tez dhadak raha hai): Dadi… Assalamualaikum. Main… main bas… mera phone gir gaya tha. 

Dadi Zainab (sir thoda jhuka kar, thoda aur paas aati hui): Waalaikumussalam. Mujhe kuchh girne ki awaaz aayi thi. Isliye dekhne aayi thi. Socha shayad billi ya kuchh aur ho. 

Ab woh mujhe achhe se dekhti hai. Uski aankhein thodi si sankochti hain jab woh dekhti hai ki main kaise khada hoon — thoda mud kar, ek haath se patloon theek karne ki koshish kar raha hoon. 

Dadi Zainab: Tum yahaan peeche is tarah kyun khade ho? Tumhari maa ne mujhe bataya nahi ki tum bahar ho. 

Main (thoda haklate hue, uski aankhon se nazar bachate hue): Main… main bas yahaan tha dadi. Kuchh nahi… matlab main taaza hawa lene aaya tha. 

Dadi Zainab (mere chehre ko parakhati hui, awaaz naram lekin janchti hui): Taaza hawa? Is kone mein? Jhaadiyon ke peeche? Lag raha hai jaise tum kisi se chhup rahe ho beta. 

Woh ek aur kadam paas aati hai. Main uski aankhon mein halki ghabrahat ka nishaan dekh sakta hoon bhale hi woh chhupane ki koshish kar rahi ho. 

Main (apna wazan badalte hue, phone ko aur zor se pakadte hue): Nahi… nahi dadi. Main chhup nahi raha. Main bas… apne phone par kuchh dekh raha tha aur woh chhoot gaya. 

Dadi Zainab (naram awaaz mein): Hmm. Tum bahut ghabraye hue lag rahe ho. Tumhara chehra laal hai. Aur paseena bhi aa raha hai. 

Woh phir neeche dekhti hai aur is baar uski aankhein saaf saaf dekhti hain ki meri patloon abhi bhi khuli hui hai aur thodi neeche latak rahi hai. Woh jaldi se meri aankhon par nazar wapas laati hai. 

Dadi Zainab: Zaid… tumhari patloon itni khuli kyun hai? 








Main (ek second ke liye jam jaata hoon, phir jaldi se ek haath se zip karne ki koshish karta hoon): Ah… woh… woh toh… main bas ise theek kar raha tha. Yeh ashaant tha. 

Dadi Zainab (ek bhrow upar utha kar, awaaz abhi bhi shaant lekin shak ke saath): Jhaadiyon ke peeche ise theek kar rahe the? Akela? 

Kuchh der sannata. Woh bedroom ki khidki ki taraf aadhe second ke liye dekhti hai phir mujh par. Uska chehra chinta ka jhatka dikhaata hai jo woh jaldi chhupa leti hai. 

Dadi Zainab: Beta… kya tumne abhi kuchh dekha hai? 

Main (bahut haklate hue): Dekha? Kya dekha dadi? Main nahi… main kuchh nahi dekh raha tha. Main bas yahaan phone ke saath tha. 

Dadi Zainab (mere reaction ko bahut dhyan se dekhte hue): Main doosri taraf se aayi thi. Mujhe laga khidki ke paas kuchh hilte dekha. Isliye dekhne aayi. Kya tumne bhi kuchh suna tha? 

Main (sir bahut tez hila kar): Nahi… koi awaaz nahi. Main kuchh nahi suna. Main bas phone chala raha tha aur woh gir gaya. Bas yahi. 

Dadi Zainab (chhoti saans le kar, casual lagne ki koshish karti hui): Tumne apni maa ko andar nahi dekha? Ya koi aur? 

Woh sawal bholi bhali tarah karti hai lekin uski aankhein mere chehre ko gehri janch kar rahi hain. Woh saaf saaf jaanna chahti hai ki kya maine usse dekha tha. 

Main (phone par nazar jhukate hue, halki awaaz mein): Nahi dadi. Main kuchh nahi dekha. Main bas yahaan khada tha. 

Dadi Zainab (chhote pause ke baad): Ajeeb. Kyunki jab main aa rahi thi toh mujhe laga yeh jhaadiyon ke paas tum khade the. Tum bahut shant khade the. 

Main (ghabrate hue gardan ke peeche ragadte hue): Main… main bas yahaan ek minute araam kar raha tha. Aur kuchh nahi. 

Dadi Zainab (naram awaaz mein, pehle khud se): Main aaj jaldi aa gayi thi. Tumhari maa ko abhi pata nahi hai ki main yahaan hoon. Main use surprise dene wali thi… 

Woh rukti hai aur mujhe phir dekhti hai. Uska chehra zyada gambhir ho jaata hai. 

Dadi Zainab: Zaid… mujhe sach batao. Kya tum kuchh dekh rahe the? 

Main (awaaz thodi toot kar): Dekh raha tha? Nahi… main qasam khaata hoon dadi. Main kuchh nahi dekh raha tha. Main bas yahaan tha. 

Dadi Zainab (awaaz neeche karke): Kyunki agar tumne kuchh dekha ho… jo tumhe nahi dekhna chahiye tha… toh mujhe bata sakte ho. Main gussa nahi karungi. 

Main (sir tez hila kar): Main kuchh nahi dekha dadi. Sach mein. Main sirf phone utha raha tha. 

Dadi Zainab (abhi bhi mujhe gehri nazar se dekhte hue, naram lekin mazboot awaaz mein): Phir tumhare haath kyun kaanp rahe hain? Aur tum mujhe theek se kyun nahi dekh paa rahe ho? 

Woh ek aur chhota kadam paas aati hai. Mujhe uske perfume ki halki khushboo dopahar ki hawa ke saath mehsoos hoti hai. 

Dadi Zainab: Beta… tumhari patloon abhi bhi sahi se band nahi hui hai. Aur tumhara chehra bahut laal hai. Tum yahaan sach mein kya kar rahe the? 

Main (kaampte haathon se phir se patloon zip karne ki koshish karta hua): Main… main bas… mujhe garmi lag rahi thi isliye thoda khola tha. Bas yahi. Main kuchh galat nahi kar raha tha. 

Dadi Zainab (kuchh der chup rah kar, phir dheere se): Zaid… kya tumne mujhe pehle yahaan khade hue dekha tha? 

Main (tez se): Nahi! Matlab… maine tumhe nahi dekha. Mujhe pata nahi tha ki tum yahaan ho. Qasam se. 

Dadi Zainab (bedroom khidki ki taraf ek chhote second ke liye dekh kar phir mujh par): Main bas khidki ke paas kuchh dekh rahi thi. Bas yahi. Kuchh khaas nahi. 

Woh normal lagne ki koshish karti hai lekin ab uski awaaz mein saaf tanav hai. 

Dadi Zainab: Tumhe andar jaana chahiye beta. Muh dholo. Tum theek nahi lag rahe ho. 

Main (abhi bhi ghabraye hue): Haan dadi… main ab andar jaata hoon. 

Dadi Zainab (jab main uske paas se guzarne lagta hoon toh mujhe dhyan se dekhte hue): Zaid… ek aur baat. 

Woh rukti hai, uski awaaz bahut dheemi ho jaati hai. 

Dadi Zainab: Jo kuchh bhi tumne socha ki tumne dekha… ya nahi dekha… usse bhool jaana behtar hoga. Samajh gaye? 

Main (ruk kar, poora mud kar nahi): …Haan dadi. Samajh gaya. 

Dadi Zainab (naram, lagbhag udaas awaaz mein): Achha beta. Ab jao. Aur ghar mein jaane se pehle apni patloon sahi se theek kar lena. 

Usi exact pal, ghar ka peeche wala darwaza zor se khul gaya. 

Meri maa aur Gajendra bahar tez aaye. 

Unhone phone girne ki awaaz sun li thi aur jaan ne aaye the ki awaaz kya thi. 

Meri maa ka pink towel mushkil se uske shareer par lapeta hua tha. 

Uska chehra aur muh kisi doosre aadmi ke moti safed virya ke chhinte se bhara hua tha — Gajendra ne uske muh mein lund daalte hue uske chehre par virya ke fawware maare the aur kuchh uske honthon aur gaalon par gir gaya tha. 

Woh jitna swallow kar saki thi kar chuki thi lekin saboot abhi bhi uski chamdi par saaf dikhai de raha tha. 

Uska gehra pink veil thoda tedha ho gaya tha. Gajendra uske peeche khada tha, uska lund abhi bhi adha sakht aur chamakta hua, jaldi se apni safed shorts mein wapas daal diya gaya tha. 

Hum chaar log backyard mein khade the, ek doosre ko poori khamoshi se dekhte hue. 








Woh pal itna ajeeb aur bhari tha ki kai seconds tak koi hil nahi paaya. 

Meri maa ki aankhein phail gayi jab usne apni apni maa ko wahaan khade dekha. 

Uska chehra, jo abhi bhi doosre aadmi ke virya se ganda tha, chamakdar safed pad gaya. 

Usne muh khola lekin pehle kuchh shabd nahi nikle. Phir chhoti kaanpti awaaz mein usne kaha. 

“Maa… aap yahaan hain?” 

Dadi Zainab ne turant jawab nahi diya. Usne apni beti ke virya se dhage chehre ko dekha, phir uske peeche khade Gajendra ko, phir zameen par mere half neeche shorts aur haath mein phone ke saath. 








Uski chehre par dheere dheere wahi jaan kar muskaan laut aayi — wohi muskaan jo woh khidki se dekhte hue lagaaye hue thi. 

Hawa mein sex, paseena aur woh raaz ki khushboo bhari hui thi jo ab chhupe nahi reh sakte the. 

Aage kya hua, agle episode mein jaaniye.