Fantasy BUDHDHE SE SEAL TOD CHUDAI ,(.uske bad kai Lund se chudai)

[Anita patel]

UPADET 4


Uske baad din guzarne lage. college aana-jana shuru ho gaya. Pehle kuch din to chalne mein takleef hoti thi, har kadam pe neeche se dard feel hota, lekin dheere-dheere body normal hone lagi. Uniform pehen kar college jaati, classes attend karti, dosto ke saath baat karti… bahar se sab kuch bilkul normal lagta. Koi nahi jaanta tha ki us Sunday mummy-papa ke bed par kya hua tha.

Mummy meri taraf se bahut chintit rehti. Har subah poochti—“Kaisi hai? Koi takleef to nahi? Neeche se kuch feel to nahi ho raha?” Shaam ko jab main college se aati to unka pehla sawal yahi hota. Kabhi-kabhi raat ko mere kamre mein aakar baith jaati aur dheere se poochti ki koi ajeeb dard to nahi, koi spotting to nahi. Unki aankhon mein hamesha ek chhupi hui tension rehti. Wo jaanti thin ki us din kya hua tha, isliye har chhoti baat pe alert rehti.

Buddha gayab ho gaya tha. Us din mummy ne usko jo maar-maar kar bhagaya tha, uske baad se wo dikha hi nahi. Raste mein, purane makan ke aas-paas, kahin bhi nahi. Main kabhi-kabhi sochti… kya wo darr gaya? Ya mummy ki dhamki ne usko door kar diya? Uske kathor haath, uska lund, uski jeebh… sab yaad aata, lekin ab wo nahi tha. Bechaini thodi thodi rehti, lekin darr bhi tha ki kahin phir se na aa jaye.

Dheere-dheere mahina guzarne laga. college, padhai, ghar… normal life chal rahi thi. Mummy har hafte period ke baare mein poochti. “Date nikal rahi hai kya? Koi delay to nahi?” Unki chinta din-badin badhti ja rahi thi. Main bhi andar se darti thi. Us din usne andar tak paani choda tha… risk tha.

Phir ek subah, exactly mahina guzarne ke baad, period aa gaya. Subah bathroom gayi to dekha—khoon. Normal period wala. Main turant mummy ke paas gayi aur chupke se bata diya.

Mummy ne pehle to meri taraf aankhein phaad kar dekha, phir unhone bahut gehri saans li. Ek chain ki saans. Unke chehre se jaise bhaari bojh utar gaya. Aankhon mein aansu aa gaye, lekin is baar relief ke.

“Aa gaya… thank God… aa gaya.”

Unhone mujhe tightly pakad liya. “Ab theek hai. Risk nahi raha. Goli bhi chal rahi thi, lekin ab confirm ho gaya. Koi tension nahi.”

Unhone mere baal sehtaye aur kaha, “Ab se dhyan rakhna. Yeh baat dabakar rakhni hai. Koi nahi jaanna chahiye. Buddha bhi gayab hai, period aa gaya… ab aage normal life.”

Us din ke baad mummy ka chehra thoda halka laga. Unki chinta ka bada hissa utar gaya tha. Main bhi andar se thodi free feel kar rahi thi. college aana-jana, padhai, ghar… sab kuch bahar se normal chal raha tha. Buddha gayab HUE mahina guzar gaya.




college ki routine ab bilkul normal ho chuki thi. Roz subah uthna, uniform pehenna, tiffin pakadna, bus pakadna. Classes, recess, padhai… sab pehle jaisa. Mummy ab itni tension mein nahi dikhti thi, period aa chuka tha, buddha gayab tha, isliye ghar ka mahaul bhi halka ho gaya tha. Main bhi dheere-dheere us din ko bhoolne ki koshish karti, lekin sharir mein kuch change sa feel hota tha.

Saheliyan ab mujhe dekh kar ajeeb si baatein karne lagi thin. Ek din recess mein hum log stairs pe baithi thi—Priya, Sneha aur main. Priya ne achanak mera chehra pakad kar kaha—

“Arre Anita, teri skin mein kya chamak aa gayi hai yaar? Pehle bhi sundar thi, lekin ab lagta hai koi alag si glow hai. Heroine jaisi lag rahi hai!”

Sneha ne bhi haan mein sir hilaya. “Haan yaar, main bhi yahi soch rahi thi. Tere face pe ek alag sa nikhar aa gaya hai. Aankhein bhi zyada bright lag rahi hain. Kya kiya tune? Koi naya cream? Ya phir… koi baat hai?”

Main thoda sharma gayi. “Kuch nahi yaar… normal hi hoon.”

Priya hansne lagi. “Normal? Chal jhooth mat bol. Uniform mein bhi ab zyada set lag rahi hai tu. Pehle bhi body thi, lekin ab lagta hai jaise… jaise koi maturity aa gayi ho. Heroine wali look aa gayi hai sacchi.”

Sneha ne mera baal chhua aur kaha, “Haan, aur teri walk bhi change ho gayi hai thodi. Pehle simple thi, ab thoda sa… confidant. Lagta hai koi bada change hua hai zindagi mein.”

Main andar se kaamp si gayi. Wo nahi jaanti thin ki asal mein kya change hua tha. Seal tootne ke baad, us buddhe ke saath woh raat… uske baad se sharir mein ek ajeeb sa nikhar aa gaya tha. Skin soft aur glowing, aankhon mein ek alag si depth, body language mein thodi si maturity. Main khud mirror mein dekh kar feel karti thi—chehra pehle se zyada attractive lagta, lips thode se fuller, eyes mein ek secret sa.

Priya ne mera haath pakad liya. “Bata na yaar, koi secret hai kya? Koi ladka? Ya kuch aur? Itna glow sudden nahi aata.”

Main has di. “Koi nahi yaar. Bas padhai ka tension kam ho gaya, isliye maybe. Tum log zyada sochti ho.”

Sneha ne aankh maari. “Hmm… theek hai, mat bata. Lekin sacchi, aajkal tu class mein bhi alag dikhti hai. Boys bhi zyada dekhte hain. Teacher bhi. Heroine wali feel aa rahi hai tujhe.”

Hum teenon hansne lage. Baatein chalti rahi—padhai, exams, crush, yeh-woh. Lekin beech-beech mein Priya aur Sneha meri taraf dekh kar muskuraati, jaise unhe lagta ho ki main kuch chhupa rahi hoon. Main bhi unke saath has ti, baatein karti, lekin andar se jaanti thi ki yeh nikhar kahan se aaya tha.





Ghar pe akele thi. Papa office gaye the, mummy market. college se aayi thi, uniform utaar kar room mein leti thi. Dheere-dheere us din ki yaadein aa gayi—buddhe ke kathor haath, uski jeebh, uska mota lund, sil ka totona, khoon, do baar swarg ka ahsas…

Bechaini badhne lagi. Main uthi, darwaza andar se band kiya, curtains laga diye. Phir dheere-dheere kapde utaarne lagi. Pehle kameez, phir bra. Meri soft chunchiyan azaad ho gayin. Unpar ab bhi kabhi-kabhi uske dabaane ke nishaan yaad aa jaate. Phir panty. Ab main bilkul nangi thi.

Bed par let gayi. Pehle dono haath se apni chunchiyon ko pakad liya. Soft, bhaari mounds ko dabane lagi, masalne lagi—jaise usne kiya tha. Nipples ko pinch kiya, ghumaya. Garmi failne lagi. Phir ek haath neeche le gayi. Apni chut ko chhua. Outer lips soft the, thodi si geeli. Ungli se clit ko gol-gol ragda, phir slit ke beech se dheere-dheere andar pressure diya. Aag lagane lagi.

Main aankhein band karke uski yaad mein doobti gayi. Uske kathor haath meri chunchiyon par, uska muh unhe choos raha, uska lund meri chut ko phad raha… main apni ungliyon se usi feel ko dobara lane ki koshish kar rahi thi. Chunchiyan dabati, neeche chut ragadti, siskariyan nikalne lagi. Sharir garam, saans tez, chut sticky hone lagi.

Itne mein darwaza khulne ki awaaz aayi.

Main ekdum se kaamp uthi. Bedsheet kheenchne ki koshish ki lekin pehle hi mummy andar aa chuki thin. Unhone market se jaldi wapas aa kar seedha mere room ka darwaza khol diya tha—shayad band hona bhool gayi thin ya key se khol diya.

Mummy ki aankhein phaad kar ruk gayi. Main nangi, ek haath chunchi par, doosri haath chut par, thighs alag, face flushed, saans tez. Bedsheet adhi-adhi thi. Unhone sab dekh liya—meri laal padti chunchiyan, sticky chut, meri ungliyan wahan.

Kuch seconds tak bilkul silence rahi. Mummy ka chehra pehle shock, phir samajhne wala expression le aaya. Unhone darwaza dheere se band kiya, andar hi khadi rahi.

Main sharm se kaamp rahi thi, jaldi se bedsheet odh li. “Mummy… main… main bas…”

Mummy ne kuch nahi kaha pehle. Unki nazar meri nangi body ke nishaanon par thi, phir meri aankhon par. Unke chehre pe ek ajeeb sa sochne wala bhaav aa gaya. Jaise wo andar hi andar kuch calculate kar rahi hon.

Unhone dheere se kaha, awaaz mein gussa nahi, balki ek bhaari samajh thi—

“Samajh gayi… us din ke baad se… body mein aag reh gayi hai. Seal tootne ke baad… uske touch ki aadat… ab khud se hi… kar rahi hai.”

Unhone aankhein band karke ek gehri saans li. Phir meri taraf dekha.

“Main soch rahi thi… itne din se tu normal dikh rahi thi, lekin andar se… yeh bechaini… yeh aag… ab bhi baaki hai. Buddha gayab hai, lekin usne jo chhod diya hai tere sharir mein… woh nahi gaya.”

Mummy ne meri taraf ek lamba, sochbhara nazar se dekha. Unke chehre pe tension, samajhdari aur ek chhupi hui chinta ka mix tha.






Us din mummy ne mujhe nangi haalat mein dekh liya tha, lekin uske baad se unhone us baat ka zikr nahi kiya. Ghar mein normal life chal rahi thi, lekin mere andar kuch alag ho raha tha. Chudai ki tadap din-badin badhti ja rahi thi.

Raat ko akele bed par leti to us buddhe ke kathor haath yaad aa jaate, uska mota lund, meri chut ka fatna, do baar swarg ka ahsas… sharir mein aag si lag jaati. Kabhi-kabhi main apne aap ko rok nahi paati. Haath chunchiyon par chala jaata—soft mounds ko dabati, nipples ko pinch karti. Phir neeche, chut par. Ungli se clit ragadti, dheere-dheere andar pressure deti. Yaadein itni tezz hoti ki main siskariyan lete huye khud ko control karne ki koshish karti, lekin tadap badhti hi jaati.

college mein bhi yeh bechaini peecha nahi chhodti thi. Classes ke beech, recess mein, kabhi-kabhi apne aap ko paati ki main skirt ke under se thighs ko touch kar rahi hoon, ya shirt ke buttons ke through chunchiyon ko feel kar rahi hoon. Nikhar jo saheliyan tarif karti thin, uske peeche yahi tadap thi.

Ek din recess mein Priya aur Sneha ke saath baithi thi. Priya ne achanak dheere se kaha—

“Yaar, tumhe pata hai… Riya ka affair chal raha hai.”

Main aur Sneha dono ekdum se uski taraf dekhne lage. Priya muskuraate huye boli, “Haan, 12th ke hi Rahul ke saath. Wo bol rahi thi ki last week unhone pehli baar… full kiya. Uske ghar pe, jab koi nahi tha. Bol rahi thi ki pehle dard hua, khoon bhi aaya, lekin uske baad… maza aa gaya. Ab roz milte hain. Uske face pe bhi wahi glow aa gaya hai jo tere pe hai.”

Sneha aankhein phaad kar sun rahi thi. “Sacchi? Riya? Itni seedhi si… aur usne…?”

Priya ne haan mein sir hilaya. “Haan yaar. Bol rahi thi ki ab usko bhi tadap hoti hai. Jab nahi milta to khud se… kar leti hai. Body change ho gayi hai uski bhi.”

Main chup chaap sun rahi thi. Andar se ek ajeeb si lehri si daud gayi. Riya ki baat sunkar meri apni yaadein aur tezz ho gayi—us buddhe ke saath woh raat, sil tootna, khoon, cum… aur ab yeh tadap. Priya ki baatein sunte huye main apne aap ko paati ki meri thighs thodi si tight ho gayi hain, chut mein halki si garmi fail rahi hai.

Shaam ko ghar aakar, jab akele hoti, to yeh tadap aur badh jaati. Kabhi-kabhi mirror ke saamne khadi ho jaati, nangi. Apni chunchiyon ko haath se sahlaati—dheere-dheere dabati, upar-neeche pherti. Nipples ko ungli se ghumati. Phir neeche, apni chut ko. Soft lips ko kholti, clit ko circular motion mein ragadti, kabhi ek ungli dheere se andar daalti. Aankhein band karke sochti… kisi ke kathor haath hon, kisi ka mota lund ho… tadap itni badh jaati ki saans tez ho jaati, body soft moan nikalne lagti.

college friend ki affair ki baatein, uska pehli baar ka experience, uski tadap… sab sunkar meri apni aag aur bhadak jaati. Normal college routine, saheliyon ke saath hasi-mazak, lekin andar se chudai ki tadap roz badhti ja rahi thi. Kabhi-kabhi apne hi sharir ke ango ko sahlate huye main us feeling ko dobara jeene ki koshish karti…


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college mein annual function ke under fashion show rakha gaya tha. 12th class ki ladkiyon ko alag-alag themes mein ramp pe chalna tha. Main bhi selected ho gayi thi. Pehle mana kiya, lekin saheliyan aur teacher ne bahut kaha, isliye haan kar diya.

Us din college ke auditorium mein pura arrangement tha. Lights, music, thodi si crowd—students, teachers, kuch parents. Main backstage mein thi. Jo outfit mujhe diya gaya tha wo thoda fitting tha—short top aur high-waist skirt, jo mere curves ko clearly dikhata tha. Mirror mein dekh kar khud ko ajeeb sa laga. Seal tootne ke baad jo nikhar aaya tha, usne mere figure ko aur set kar diya tha. Soft chunchiyan top ke andar perfect shape mein, patli kamar, wide hips, mote soft kulhe… poora body balanced lag raha tha.

Jab mera number aaya, main ramp pe utri. Music tez tha, lights chamak rahi thin. Main dheere-dheere chali—seedhi kamar, thoda sa confidence. Pehle to normal tha, lekin jaise hi main beech mein pahunchi, crowd se halki si seeti aur taaliyan nikalne lagi. Boys section se kuch awaaze aayi—“Wow!”, “Figure dekh!”, “Kaun hai yeh?”

Main aage badhti rahi. Har kadam pe feel ho raha tha ki nazrein meri body par hain—chhati par, kamar par, hips par. Backstage wapas aayi to Priya aur Sneha ne turant gher liya.

“Anita yaar! Tu toh kamaal ho gayi! Poora hall dekh raha tha tujhe!”

Priya boli, “Sacchi, tera figure abhi itna set ho gaya hai ki lagta hai koi professional model hai. Top mein upar se, neeche se hips… perfect balance. Sab ko pasand aa gaya.”

Sneha ne bhi haan mein kaha, “Haan, even teachers bhi dekh rahe the. Boys to pagal ho rahe the. Tera walk bhi alag tha… confidence ke saath. Heroine nahi, model lag rahi thi.”

Show ke baad bhi log baatein kar rahe the. Kuch ladkiyan aakar tarif karne lagi, kuch boys door se dekh rahe the. Meri body, mera figure… sabko achha lag raha tha. Nikhar, curves, woh maturity jo seal tootne ke baad aayi thi… usne asar dikha diya tha.

Ghar aayi to mummy ne bhi sun liya tha. college se kisi parent ne unhe message kar diya tha ki function mein Anita bahut achhi lagi. Mummy ne mera chehra pakad kar kaha—

“Suna, fashion show mein sabko tera figure pasand aaya? Log model bol rahe hain?”

Main sharma gayi. “Bas aise hi mummy… normal tha.”

Mummy thodi der chup rahi, phir boli, “Normal nahi hai. Tera body ab really set ho gaya hai. Height, face, figure… sab balance mein hai. Agar tu chahe to model ban sakti hai. Professional. Agencies hoti hain, portfolio banwa sakte hain. Main soch rahi hoon… padhai ke saath-saath try kar sakti hai tu.”

Unki awaaz mein pehli baar ek alag si seriousness thi. “Main nahi keh rahi abhi se chhod de padhai. Lekin tera figure, tera look… log dekh rahe hain. Model banne ka soch sakti hai. Agar interest ho to bata.”



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Shaam ka time tha. Ghar mein papa nahi the, mummy kitchen mein thi. Main hall mein TV dekh rahi thi. Channel pe ek bada international fashion show chal raha tha—ramp, lights, music, models. Pehle to normal outfits the, lekin thodi der baad lingerie segment shuru ho gaya.

Screen par ek model aayi—sirf bra aur panty mein. Black lace ka set, jo uske soft curves ko clearly dikhata tha. Uske bade, perfect shape ke boobs bra ke cups mein set the, nipples ka halka outline, patli kamar, wide hips, aur panty ke andar uske soft mound ka shape. Wo confidence ke saath chal rahi thi, body ko thoda sa move karti hui. Lights uske sharir par pad rahi thin, har angle se uska figure highlight ho raha tha.

Main TV ke aur kareeb baith gayi. Us model ko dekhte huye meri saans thodi tez ho gayi. Uske bra-panty wale look ne meri apni body yaad dilwa di—meri soft chunchiyan, meri hips, meri chut… jo ab seal tootne ke baad ek alag si maturity rakhti thin. Main sochne lagi… agar main bhi ramp pe aisi hi… sirf bra-panty mein…

Mummy kitchen se bahar aayi. Unhone TV pe model ko dekha, phir meri taraf. Main jaldi se channel change karne wali thi lekin mummy ne rok diya.

“Dekh rahi hai? Yeh lingerie shows hote hain. Models itne confidence se karti hain.”

Main thoda sharmaate huye boli, “Mummy… pehle college ke fashion show mein sabne mera figure pasand kiya tha na… aapne bhi kaha tha model banne ka soch sakti hoon. Main seriously soch rahi hoon. Aise shows… aise looks… mujhe bhi try karna hai.”

Mummy meri taraf dekhte rahi. Unki nazar TV par model ki bra-panty wali body par gayi, phir mujh par. Unhone TV band nahi kiya. Thodi der chup rahi, phir boli—

“Sacchi soch rahi hai? Model banne ka? Yeh sirf college ka function nahi hai. Bahar real world hai. Portfolio, auditions, agencies… aur kabhi-kabhi aise lingerie shows bhi karne padte hain.”

Main ne haan mein sir hilaya. “Haan mummy. Mera figure ab set hai… aapne bhi kaha. Main try karna chahti hoon.”

Mummy thodi der sochti rahi. Phir unhone apna phone nikala. “Chal, dekhte hain. Meri ek purani pahchan hai… Mrs. Kapoor. Unki beti bhi modelling karti thi. Unse baat karti hoon.”

Unhone number milaya aur call laga diya. Speaker pe thoda sa rakh diya.

“Hello, Mrs. Kapoor? Main bol rahi hoon… haan, lambi baad. Suno, meri beti Anita… 18 saal ki hai, 12th mein hai. Figure uska bahut achha hai, college ke fashion show mein bhi sabne tarif ki. Wo model banne ka soch rahi hai. Aapki beti is line mein thi na… thoda guide kar sakti ho kya? Kahan se start kare, kaunsi agency theek rahegi?”

Phone se awaaz aayi. Mrs. Kapoor ne kuch sawal kiye—height, weight, face, age. Mummy ne mere bare mein bataya. Phir unhone kaha ki portfolio banwana padega, kuch professional photos, phir agencies mein submit karna hoga. Kabhi-kabhi lingerie ya swimsuit rounds bhi hote hain.

Call khatam hone ke baad mummy ne meri taraf dekha. “Unhone kaha potential ho sakta hai. Figure aur face dono matter karte hain. Agar tu serious hai to pehle acche photos banwate hain. Phir aage dekhte hain.”

Main TV ki taraf dekh rahi thi—ab bhi screen par models bra-panty mein ramp pe chal rahi thin. Unke soft curves, confidence, lights… aur mummy ab seriously mere model banne ki baat kar rahi thin, apni pahchan se poochh rahi thin.


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Mummy ne jo baat Mrs. Kapoor se ki thi, uske baad unhone seriously decide kar liya. Ek professional studio book kiya gaya—portfolio ke liye. Subah main aur mummy dono ready hokar nikal pade. Studio ek bade mall ke upar tha, clean, lights wala, white background, softboxes, camera setup.

Photographer ek 30-35 saal ka aadmi tha, professional. Usne pehle normal photos liye—jeans-top, simple dress, smile, serious looks. Phir usne kaha, “Portfolio ke liye lingerie shots bhi zaroori hain. Agencies ab yeh bhi maangti hain. Comfortable ho to alag-alag sets try karte hain.”

Mummy ne meri taraf dekha. Main thoda nervous thi, lekin unhone haath pakad kar kaha, “Darr mat. Yeh professional hai. Main yahin hoon. Figure tera achha hai, isko dikhana bhi padega. Himmat rakh.”

Changing room mein teen-chaar bra-panty sets rakhe the—black lace, red satin, white cotton, nude colour. Main pehle black lace wala pehna. Bra thoda push-up tha, meri soft chunchiyon ko upar uthata tha, cleavage deep. Panty high-cut, hips aur kulhon ka shape clear dikhati. Mirror mein dekh kar dil zor se dhadka.

Bahar aayi to photographer ne pose set kiye. “Seedhe khadi ho, thoda sa kamar twist, haath hips par… ab thoda sa aage jhuko… smile nahi, soft look.” Flash tez-tez chal rahe the. Mummy side mein khadi thi, kabhi-kabhi bolti—“Kamar aur seedhi… shoulders relax… bahut achha dikh rahi hai.”

Phir red satin set. Yeh thoda zyada shiny tha. Bra ke cups mere boobs ko tightly hold karte the, nipples ka halka outline aa raha tha. Panty peeche se mere soft kulhon ko fully cover karti thi lekin shape bilkul clear tha. Photographer ne floor pe bhi kuch poses liye—leti hui, side se, haath se baal hataate huye. Mummy ne kaha, “Confidence rakh. Yeh sirf photos hain. Tera body set hai, isko dikha.”

White wala set soft aur simple tha. Uske baad photographer ne thoda ruk kar kaha, “Ek-do topless shots bhi le lete hain. Portfolio mein optional hote hain, lekin kai agencies maangti hain. Face cover karke, ya side se… full nude nahi, bas top less.”

Main ekdum se ruk gayi. Mummy meri taraf aayi. Unhone mera haath pakad kar dheere se kaha, “Main yahin hoon. Agar comfortable nahi to mat kar. Lekin soch—model banne ka sapna hai to yeh bhi part hai. Tera figure clean hai, koi sharm ki baat nahi. Himmat kar. Main dekh rahi hoon.”

Unki aankhon mein support tha. Main ne haan mein sir hilaya. Changing room mein bra utaar diya. Ab sirf panty mein thi. Soft chunchiyan azaad thin, nipples thode se tight. Main kaamp rahi thi lekin bahar aa gayi.

Photographer ne professional tarike se poses bataye. “Baal aage laa, face thoda side… haath se cover mat kar, natural… ab back se, sirf side profile… ab bed par baith, knees fold, chunchiyan natural.” Lights chamak rahi thin. Har flash ke saath main feel kar rahi thi ki meri nangi chhati fully capture ho rahi hai. Mummy side mein khadi rahi, kabhi-kabhi bolti—“Shoulders neeche… saans normal le… bahut clean look aa raha hai. Himmat rakh, bas thodi der.”

Kuch shots pure front se bhi ho gaye—meri soft, bhaari chunchiyan, natural nipples, flat pet, panty ke neeche hips. Photographer ne kaha, “Excellent. Body proportion bahut achha hai.”

Session khatam hua to main jaldi se
kapde pehenne chali gayi. Mummy ne mera face pakad kar kaha, “Dekha? Ho gaya. Tu kaamp rahi thi lekin kiya. Yeh himmat aage bhi chahiye. Photos achhe aayenge. Ab agencies ko bhejenge.”
Studio se nikalte waqt meri saans abhi bhi tez thi.


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Portfolio photos aane ke baad mummy ne unhe kuch agencies aur production houses ko bhej diya. Do-teen din baad ek call aaya. Ek mid-level serial production house se. Unhone kaha ki model photos dekh kar unhe mera face aur figure pasand aaya hai. Ek naye serial mein ek young character ka role hai—thoda bold, modern girl. Audition nahi, seedha meeting rakhni hai.

Mummy ne meri taraf dekha. “Chal, dekhte hain. Main saath chalungi.”

Office ek bade building ke teesre floor par tha. Reception se hote huye hum andar gaye. Meeting room mein do aadmi baithe the—ek producer, 45-50 saal ka, aur uska assistant. Jaise hi maine entry ki, unki nazrein meri taraf uthi. Pehle face, phir seedha body par. Mere jeans-top mein bhi curves clear the. Producer ki aankhein meri chhati par ruk gayi, phir hips par. Thodi der tak wo openly ghoorte rahe, jaise photos se uthakar seedha saamne dekh rahe hon.

Mummy ke saath maine baith gaya. Unhone portfolio khola—normal shots, lingerie shots, aur wo topless wale bhi. Producer ne har photo ko dheere-dheere dekha. Lingerie wali photos par uski nazar zyada ruki. Topless shots par to usne thoda sa aage jhuk kar dekha. Phir meri taraf dekha, muskuraaya.

“Figure bahut clean hai. Face bhi camera friendly. Role ke liye perfect lagti ho. Thoda bold scenes honge… modern girl hai character.”

Baatein hoti rahi. Role, shooting, payment… sab normal. Lekin beech-beech mein uski nazar baar-baar meri body par chali jaati—chhati, kamar, hips. Mummy bhi notice kar rahi thi.

Meeting ke end mein producer ne kaha, “Ek minute. Main thoda privately baat karna chahta hoon.” Assistant ko bahar bhej diya. Phir mummy se kaha, “Aap bhi ek minute ke liye bahar? Bas thodi personal baat hai.”

Mummy thoda hesitate ki, lekin main ne sir hilaya. Wo bahar chali gayi. Room mein main aur producer akele reh gaye. Usne door band kiya, apni chair se uthkar mere kareeb aaya.

Usne seedha kaha, “Photos dekh kar clear hai… tera body kaafi mature hai. Role mil sakta hai. Lekin… is line mein kabhi-kabhi extra bhi chahiye hota hai. Main tujhe chahta hoon. Sex. Aaj ya kal. Agar haan kiya to role confirm, acchi payment, future mein aur bhi kaam.”

Main ekdum se kaamp si gayi. Uske muh se itni clearly baat nikalna… main kuch bol nahi paayi. Usne phir se meri body ko ghoora.

“Tu chup kyun hai? Soch. Tera figure is kaam ke liye bana hai.”

Main ne jaldi se kaha, “Mummy… mummy se baat kijiye.”

Usne thoda muskuraaya aur door khol kar mummy ko andar bulaya. Mummy aayi to usne seedha unse kaha—

“Mrs., aapki beti ka look bahut strong hai. Role de sakta hoon. Lekin condition hai… mujhe uske saath sex chahiye. Ek-do baar. Uske baad kaam confirm.”

Mummy ka chehra pehle pathra gaya, phir gusse se laal. Unhone meri taraf dekha, phir producer ki taraf.

“Ladki abhi chhoti hai… 17 ki hi hui hai. Yeh kya baat kar rahe ho aap? Hum decent kaam ke liye aaye hain.”

Producer ne haath uthaya. “Main force nahi kar raha. Offer hai. Soch lo. Role bada hai, exposure milega. Agar interested ho to bata dena. Main wait karunga.”

Mummy ne mera haath pakad liya. “Hum sochkar batayenge. Abhi nahi.”

Unhone mujhe uthaya aur seedha bahar nikal liya. Lift mein unka haath kaamp raha tha. Neeche aate-aate unhone dheere se kaha, “Yeh is line ka dark side hai. Main jaanti[img][/img] thi… lekin itna openly… ab ghar chal. Sochna padega.”


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Ghar aate-aate mummy bilkul chup thin. Unka chehra tension se bhara hua tha. Jaise hi ghar ka darwaza band hua, unhone mujhe apne room mein bithaaya aur seedha poocha—

“Anita… tu bata. Usne jo kaha, uske baare mein tera kya sochna hai? Role chahiye kya tujhe itna? Kyunki is line mein… professional world mein… aise offers aate rehte hain. Casting couch… yeh sab hota hai. Main jaanti thi, lekin itna openly… ab tu bata. Agar tu ready hai to alag baat hai. Agar nahi, to hum sochte hain.”

Main neeche dekhte huye boli, “Mummy… main nahi… main nahi karna chahti uske saath. Darr lagta hai.”

Mummy ne meri aankhon mein dekha. Thodi der chup rahi, phir unhone gehri saans li. Unke chehre pe ek sakht faisla sa dikha.

“Theek hai. Phir main karti hoon.”

Main ekdum se unki taraf dekha. “Mummy…?”

Unhone mera haath pakad liya. “Tu chhoti hai abhi. 17 ki hi hui hai. Main nahi chahti ki tu is tarah se shuru kare. Role tujhe chahiye, exposure chahiye… to main unse baat karti hoon. Ladki ki jagah main khud ready hoon. Sex ke liye. Tu abhi chhoti hai… jab badi ho jaayegi, tab sochna. Abhi ke liye main sambhal leti hoon.”

Main kuch bol nahi paayi. Mummy ne phone uthaya aur usi producer ko call laga diya. Speaker pe thoda sa rakh diya.

“Hello… main Anita ki mummy bol rahi hoon. Aapki offer ke baare mein. Ladki abhi ready nahi hai. Wo chhoti hai. Lekin… agar aapko chahiye, to main khud ready hoon. Uske badle. Role Anita ko milna chahiye, payment theek honi chahiye. Main aapke saath… sex ke liye taiyar hoon. Ek-do baar, jitna aap kaho. Lekin ladki ko mat chhuiyega. Jab wo badi ho jaayegi, tab wo khud decide karegi.”

Phone ke doosri taraf thodi silence rahi. Phir producer ki awaaz aayi—

“Aap… aap khud? Serious ho?”

Mummy ki awaaz bilkul stable thi. “Haan. Main serious hoon. Ladki ko role chahiye, mujhe uski future ki fikar hai. Isliye main offer karti hoon. Agar aap maan jao to baat pakki.”

Producer thodi der sochta raha, phir bola, “Theek hai. Main maan jata hoon. Aap aao… kal ya parson. Role Anita ko mil jaayega. Papers bhi sign karwa denge. Lekin aap… aap ready rehna.”

Mummy ne calmly kaha, “Theek hai. Main aaunga. Time bata dena.”

Call cut hua. Mummy ne phone rakh diya aur meri taraf dekha. Unki aankhon mein ek bhaari thakaan thi, lekin faisla pakka tha.

“Ho gaya. Usne maan liya. Role tujhe milega. Main… main sambhal lungi. Tu ab tension mat le. Yeh professional line ka hisaab hai kabhi-kabhi. Tu padhai pe dhyan de, shooting pe focus kar. Baaki main dekh lungi.”

Main unke saamne kaamp rahi thi. Mummy ne mere liye, mere role ke liye, khud ko aage kar diya tha. Producer ne unki baat maan li thi—



Mummy ne jo faisla liya tha, uske baad se unka mood thoda alag sa ho gaya tha. Parson producer se milne ka time fix ho gaya tha. Shaam ko unhone mujhe apne room mein bulaaya.

“Anita, tu yahin baith. Main taiyar ho rahi hoon… dekh lena.”

Main bed par baith gayi. Mummy ne pehle shower liya. Bathroom se nikalte waqt unke body pe towel tha. Maine pehli baar itne gaur se unka figure dekha. Mummy ka figure abhi bhi bahut set tha. 44 ke around age thi, lekin sharir sambhala hua. Soft, bhari hui chunchiyan towel ke upar se bhi clear shape dikha rahi thin. Kamar patli, hips wide aur rounded, thighs soft aur full. Unka overall figure mature lekin attractive tha—jaise kisi ne sambhal-sambhal kar rakha ho.

Unhone towel hataya aur wardrobe se kapde nikaale. Pehle ek deep maroon blouse pehna. Blouse thoda tight tha, deep neck. Unki soft chunchiyan blouse ke andar perfect shape mein set ho gayin, cleavage clearly dikh rahi thi. Phir matching saree. Saree dbanging karte waqt unki kamar aur hips ka curve aur clear ho gaya. Pallu ko thoda sa side se set kiya to blouse ka neckline aur open dikhne laga.

Phir makeup shuru kiya. Mirror ke saamne baith kar. Light foundation, eyes pe soft smokey touch, lips pe dark maroon lipstick. Eyeliner se aankhein thodi sharp, blush se cheeks pe halka sa rang. Baal khule chhod diye, thode se waves ke saath. Earrings, ek thin necklace, bangles.

Main dekh rahi thi. Mummy ka poora look change ho gaya tha. Normal ghar wali mummy nahi, ek mature, attractive aurat. Saree mein unka figure aur set lag raha tha—blouse mein soft mounds, saree ke under hips ka round shape, kamar ki patli line. Makeup ne unke face ko glow de diya tha. Aankhein sharp, lips inviting.

Unhone mirror mein khud ko dekha, phir meri taraf mudkar kaha—

“Kaisa lag raha hai? Zyada to nahi?”

Main ne dheere se kaha, “Bahut… bahut attractive lag rahi ho mummy. Figure bhi… set hai.”

Unhone thoda muskuraaya, lekin aankhon mein wohi bhaari thakaan thi. “Zaroori hai. Us aadmi ke saamne… presentable dikhna chahiye. Role tere liye hai, isliye main yeh sab kar rahi hoon.”

Unhone saree ka pallu ek baar phir adjust kiya, cleavage thodi si aur set ki. Heels pehne—thodi si height badh gayi, walk mein bhi confidence aa gaya. Perfume spray kiya, halka sa sweet-musky.

Main unhe dekhte huye soch rahi thi… yeh wahi mummy hain jo roz kitchen mein simple kapdon mein rehti thin. Aaj unka figure, unka makeup, unka saree-blouse look… bilkul alag tha. Attractive, mature, aur taiyar. Producer se milne ke liye.

Unhone bag uthaya, last baar mirror mein khud ko dekha, phir meri taraf aayi. “Main ja rahi hoon. Tu ghar pe reh. Papa late aayenge. Tension mat le. Jo bhi hoga, main sambhal lungi.”

Main unke peeche darwaze tak gayi. Mummy ka poora look—tight blouse, deep neck, perfectly dbangd saree, makeup, heels—sab unhe ek alag si aurat bana raha tha.


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Mummy ghar se nikalte hi auto pakad kar chali gayi. Main unke peeche-peeche nikal padi. Dil zor se dhadak raha tha, lekin ruk nahi paayi. Unka auto follow kiya, thoda distance rakhte huye. Production house wahi tha jahan pehle meeting hui thi. Mummy ne neeche utar kar building ke andar entry li. Main bhi peeche se ghusi, stairs se upar gayi.

Unka room teesre floor pe tha. Corridor thoda sunsaan. Main dheere-dheere unke room ke paas pahunchi. Darwaza band tha, lekin side ki ek khidki thi—thodi si khuli hui, curtain ka corner hawa se hil raha tha. Main us khidki ke peeche chipak kar khadi ho gayi. Andar se awaaze aa rahi thin.

Mummy andar baithi thi. Producer uske saamne chair pe. Usne pehle to normal baat ki—

“Aap aa gayi. Bahut accha. Anita ka role confirm kar dete hain aaj. Papers bhi ready hain.”

Phir uski nazar mummy ke figure par ruki. Deep maroon blouse, tight, cleavage clear. Saree mein unka mature body set lag raha tha. Producer ne openly dekhna shuru kiya.

“Aapki figure toh… bahut well maintained hai. Age dekh ke nahi lagta. Blouse mein… bahut attractive lag rahi hain aap. Anita ki beauty kahan se aayi hai, ab samajh aa gaya.”

Mummy thoda uncomfortable si ho gayi, lekin chup rahi. Producer aage bola—

“Saree aapko bahut suit kar rahi hai. Kamar, hips… sab perfect. Makeup bhi soft aur classy. Aap dekhne mein bilkul young lag rahi hain. Main serious hoon—aapki body Anita se bhi zyada mature aur tempting hai.”

Usne thoda aage jhuk kar kaha, “Main soch raha tha… aap itni well preserved kaise hain. Exercise? Ya naturally? Jo bhi ho, aapki presence room mein alag feel ho rahi hai.”

Mummy ne dheere se kaha, “Aap baat role ki kijiye. Main yahan usi liye aayi hoon.”

Producer hansne laga. “Role pakka hai. Tension mat lo. Lekin aapko dekh kar… dil kar raha hai tarif karne ki. Aapka face, aapka figure, yeh deep neck blouse… sab kuch bahut inviting lag raha hai. Aap sure ho na is decision ke baare mein?”

Mummy ne sir hilaya. “Haan. Ladki ko role chahiye. Main ready hoon.”

Producer ki nazar baar-baar mummy ke cleavage par jaati, phir unke hips par. Wo openly tarif karta raha—

“Aapki skin bhi soft dikh rahi hai. Saree ke under body ka shape… bahut clean. Main honestly bol raha hoon—aapki jagah agar koi aur hoti to main sochta. Lekin aap… aap dekhne layak ho.”

Main khidki se yeh sab dekh aur sun rahi thi. Mummy ka attractive look, producer ki ghoor-ghoor kar tarif, unki baatein… dil bhaari ho raha tha. Unhone mere liye yeh sab saha, aur ab us aadmi ke saamne baith kar apni tarif sun rahi thin.