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<![CDATA[Xossipy - All Forums]]> https://xossipy.com/ Sat, 05 Sep 2026 05:19:54 +0000 MyBB <![CDATA[Ek bereham pati apni sanskari biwi ko apne doctor dost ke pass leke jata hai.]]> https://xossipy.com/thread-75181.html Fri, 04 Sep 2026 23:42:59 +0300 https://xossipy.com/thread-75181.html Rahul ko roz jhadna padta tha. Sunita ko sex mein maza nahi aata tha, dard hota tha, lekin uska kartavya tha pati ko khush rakhna. Woh mana karti, sharmati, chillati, lekin Rahul jab gussa karta tha to zabardasti sehna padta tha. Anal bilkul pasand nahi tha. Orgasm ke liye tadapti thi, lekin Rahul zyadatar apna hi nikaal leta tha.
Pichhle dino se Sunita ki chut mein teez khujli aur jalan thi. Rahul usko le gaya apne dost Dr. Verma ke paas.
Clinic ka private examination room thoda andhera tha. Beech mein ek badi, unchi, metal ki examination table rakhi thi. Table ke dono taraf stirrups (paon rakhne ke lohe ke support) lage the. Table ki surface thandi aur sakht thi, upar patla sa safed sheet daala hua tha. Neeche ek adjustable light thi jo seedha beech mein focus karti thi.
Dr. Verma ne kaha, “Bhabhi, poora nanga ho jao. Kuch bhi nahi pehenna. Table pe let jao.”
Sunita ka chehra laal ho gaya. Usne dono haath se apne kapde pakad liye. “Nahi… bilkul nahi… main nangi nahi ho sakti… sharam aati hai bahut…”
Rahul ka gussa nikal aaya. Usne aage badhke Sunita ke baal pakde aur jor se chillane laga .
“Ek Thappad maar ne ke liye haath utha . Sunita ki aankhon mein paani aa gaya.”
Rahul chillaya, “Saali itni sharam aati hai? Roz raat ko nangi hoke chudwati hai, ab doctor ke saamne natak? Abhi poora nanga ho ja, warna aur maarunga!”
Sunita kanp rahi thi. Usne rote hue blouse, bra, salwar, petticoat, panty sab utaar diye. Ab woh bilkul nangi thi. Sirf uske body pe kuch nahi tha. Uski chuchi, pet, chut, gaand sab khula tha.
Dr. Verma ne kaha, “Table pe let jao. Paon stirrups mein rakh do.”
Sunita dheere se thandi metal table pe leti. Jaise hi uski peeth table se lagi, usko thand se jhatka laga. Rahul ne khud uske dono paon uthake stirrups mein fit kar diye. Ab uski jaanghein bilkul faili hui thi, chut poori tarah khuli aur upar uthii hui thi. Light seedha uski chut pe pad rahi thi.
Sunita ne dono haath se apni chuchi aur chut chhupane ki koshish ki. “Please… light hata do… bahut sharam aa rahi hai… main nahi seh paungi…”
Rahul ne uske dono haath pakad ke uske sir ke upar daba diye. “Hila mat ab!”
Dr. Verma gloves pehen ke bilkul beech mein baith gaya. Uski aankhen seedha nangi chut pe thi.
“Bhabhi, ab bilkul hilna mat.”
Usne dono haath se Sunita ki jaanghein aur failayi. Phir ek ungli se upar se neeche tak chut ko touch kiya.
Sunita zor se chillayi, “Ahhhh… mat chhuno… dard… sharam… ahhhh!”
Dr. Verma ne do ungliyon se upar ki skin bilkul khol di aur clit ko angoothe se dabaya.
“Ahhh… nahi… hatao… bahut dard ho raha hai!”
Rahul ne uske dono haath ek haath se pakde rakhe, doosre haath se uska pet dabaya. “Chup chap seh! Itni chillayegi to main ek thappad maarunga.”
Dr. Verma ab do ungliyan andar daal raha tha. Dheere nahi, thoda pressure deke.
Sunita ki aawaz nikal gayi, “Ahhhhh… nikal do… dard… andar bahut jalan… please Rahul batao inko… main nahi sehti!”
Uske aankhon se aansu beh rahe the. Body kanp rahi thi. Woh stirrups mein paon hilane ki koshish kar rahi thi, lekin Rahul ne usko mazbooti se pakad rakha tha.
Dr. Verma bolta gaya, “Andar kaafi infection hai. Diwalen suji hui hain. Jab ungli ghumata hoon to fungus ka pata chalta hai.”
Woh ungliyan ghumata, scbang karta, kabhi teen ungliyan try karta. Har baar Sunita ki chill pehle se tez ho jaati.
“Ahhhh… bas karo… nahi… bahut dard… main mar jaungi… ahhhh!”
Kabhi-kabhi jab ungliyan clit pe ragad khati to uski body akad jaati, saans phool jaati. Andar hi andar usko feel hota, lekin sharam aur dard se woh paagal ho rahi thi. Usko orgasm ki tadap bhi hoti, lekin us haalat mein kuch nahi ho sakta tha.
Dr. Verma ne almost tees minute tak check kiya. Har fold ko khola, har hisse ko touch kiya, ungliyan andar-bahar ki, scbang kiya. Light ne poori nangi chut ko clear dikhaya. Sunita ki chut ab laal, suji hui, gili aur dard se kanp rahi thi.
Aakhir mein jab Dr. Verma ne gloves utaare to Sunita bilkul toot chuki thi. Aansoon se face bheega tha, body kaamp rahi thi, lekin stirrups mein abhi bhi faili hui thi.
Dr. Verma ne kaha, “Ab samajh aa gaya. Infection deep hai. Ab treatment ke baare mein baat karte hain…”
Rahul ne uske haath chhode to Sunita ne turant taanghein jodne ki koshish ki, lekin stirrups ki wajah se nahi ho paya. Woh sirf munh doosri taraf ghuma ke rote hue leti rahi.]]> Rahul ko roz jhadna padta tha. Sunita ko sex mein maza nahi aata tha, dard hota tha, lekin uska kartavya tha pati ko khush rakhna. Woh mana karti, sharmati, chillati, lekin Rahul jab gussa karta tha to zabardasti sehna padta tha. Anal bilkul pasand nahi tha. Orgasm ke liye tadapti thi, lekin Rahul zyadatar apna hi nikaal leta tha.
Pichhle dino se Sunita ki chut mein teez khujli aur jalan thi. Rahul usko le gaya apne dost Dr. Verma ke paas.
Clinic ka private examination room thoda andhera tha. Beech mein ek badi, unchi, metal ki examination table rakhi thi. Table ke dono taraf stirrups (paon rakhne ke lohe ke support) lage the. Table ki surface thandi aur sakht thi, upar patla sa safed sheet daala hua tha. Neeche ek adjustable light thi jo seedha beech mein focus karti thi.
Dr. Verma ne kaha, “Bhabhi, poora nanga ho jao. Kuch bhi nahi pehenna. Table pe let jao.”
Sunita ka chehra laal ho gaya. Usne dono haath se apne kapde pakad liye. “Nahi… bilkul nahi… main nangi nahi ho sakti… sharam aati hai bahut…”
Rahul ka gussa nikal aaya. Usne aage badhke Sunita ke baal pakde aur jor se chillane laga .
“Ek Thappad maar ne ke liye haath utha . Sunita ki aankhon mein paani aa gaya.”
Rahul chillaya, “Saali itni sharam aati hai? Roz raat ko nangi hoke chudwati hai, ab doctor ke saamne natak? Abhi poora nanga ho ja, warna aur maarunga!”
Sunita kanp rahi thi. Usne rote hue blouse, bra, salwar, petticoat, panty sab utaar diye. Ab woh bilkul nangi thi. Sirf uske body pe kuch nahi tha. Uski chuchi, pet, chut, gaand sab khula tha.
Dr. Verma ne kaha, “Table pe let jao. Paon stirrups mein rakh do.”
Sunita dheere se thandi metal table pe leti. Jaise hi uski peeth table se lagi, usko thand se jhatka laga. Rahul ne khud uske dono paon uthake stirrups mein fit kar diye. Ab uski jaanghein bilkul faili hui thi, chut poori tarah khuli aur upar uthii hui thi. Light seedha uski chut pe pad rahi thi.
Sunita ne dono haath se apni chuchi aur chut chhupane ki koshish ki. “Please… light hata do… bahut sharam aa rahi hai… main nahi seh paungi…”
Rahul ne uske dono haath pakad ke uske sir ke upar daba diye. “Hila mat ab!”
Dr. Verma gloves pehen ke bilkul beech mein baith gaya. Uski aankhen seedha nangi chut pe thi.
“Bhabhi, ab bilkul hilna mat.”
Usne dono haath se Sunita ki jaanghein aur failayi. Phir ek ungli se upar se neeche tak chut ko touch kiya.
Sunita zor se chillayi, “Ahhhh… mat chhuno… dard… sharam… ahhhh!”
Dr. Verma ne do ungliyon se upar ki skin bilkul khol di aur clit ko angoothe se dabaya.
“Ahhh… nahi… hatao… bahut dard ho raha hai!”
Rahul ne uske dono haath ek haath se pakde rakhe, doosre haath se uska pet dabaya. “Chup chap seh! Itni chillayegi to main ek thappad maarunga.”
Dr. Verma ab do ungliyan andar daal raha tha. Dheere nahi, thoda pressure deke.
Sunita ki aawaz nikal gayi, “Ahhhhh… nikal do… dard… andar bahut jalan… please Rahul batao inko… main nahi sehti!”
Uske aankhon se aansu beh rahe the. Body kanp rahi thi. Woh stirrups mein paon hilane ki koshish kar rahi thi, lekin Rahul ne usko mazbooti se pakad rakha tha.
Dr. Verma bolta gaya, “Andar kaafi infection hai. Diwalen suji hui hain. Jab ungli ghumata hoon to fungus ka pata chalta hai.”
Woh ungliyan ghumata, scbang karta, kabhi teen ungliyan try karta. Har baar Sunita ki chill pehle se tez ho jaati.
“Ahhhh… bas karo… nahi… bahut dard… main mar jaungi… ahhhh!”
Kabhi-kabhi jab ungliyan clit pe ragad khati to uski body akad jaati, saans phool jaati. Andar hi andar usko feel hota, lekin sharam aur dard se woh paagal ho rahi thi. Usko orgasm ki tadap bhi hoti, lekin us haalat mein kuch nahi ho sakta tha.
Dr. Verma ne almost tees minute tak check kiya. Har fold ko khola, har hisse ko touch kiya, ungliyan andar-bahar ki, scbang kiya. Light ne poori nangi chut ko clear dikhaya. Sunita ki chut ab laal, suji hui, gili aur dard se kanp rahi thi.
Aakhir mein jab Dr. Verma ne gloves utaare to Sunita bilkul toot chuki thi. Aansoon se face bheega tha, body kaamp rahi thi, lekin stirrups mein abhi bhi faili hui thi.
Dr. Verma ne kaha, “Ab samajh aa gaya. Infection deep hai. Ab treatment ke baare mein baat karte hain…”
Rahul ne uske haath chhode to Sunita ne turant taanghein jodne ki koshish ki, lekin stirrups ki wajah se nahi ho paya. Woh sirf munh doosri taraf ghuma ke rote hue leti rahi.]]> <![CDATA[রসময়, ভিড় এবং ঠাপ (ভিড়ের মধ্যে চোদাচুদির টান টান উত্তেজনার 30 টি গল্প)]]> https://xossipy.com/thread-75180.html Fri, 04 Sep 2026 21:12:30 +0300 https://xossipy.com/thread-75180.html রসময়, ভিড় এবং ঠাপ
লেখক - হৃদয়
কাহিনী 1 - বাসের ভিড়ে গাভীর দুধ
নমস্কার, আমি রসময়, নাহ্, এটা কোনো বন্ধু বা ছেলে-ছোকরা-দের দেওয়া কোনো মজার নাম নয়, এটা আমার বাপ মা দিয়েছিল জন্মের পরেই। পুরো নাম রসময় কর। জানি এই নাম ও পদবী দুই মিলে গাদনের মতো শোনাচ্ছে, কিন্তু কি করবো বলো, বাপ মায়ের দেওয়া নাম, ড্রেনের জলে ভাসিয়ে দিতে তো পারিনা।

তো যাইহোক, আমার প্রিয় পাঠক-পাঠিকাগন, পাঠক হলে বাড়ায় হাত ঠেকাও আর পাঠিকা হলে গুদে আঙ্গুল ঢোকাও, আর আমার কাহিনী শুনতে শুনতে রস ছাড়তে থাকো। তাহলে শুরু করি...!

আমি রসময়, আমার এখন বয়স হয়েছে অনেক....বাড়ায় জোর নেই, দেহে যন্ত্রনা, কিন্তু মনের জোরে লিখছি আমার জীবনের কিছু গোপন ও রোমাঞ্চকর অভিজ্ঞতার কাহিনী। আমি যৌবনে পা‌ দেওয়ার পর থেকেই দেশের বিভিন্ন প্রান্তে ঘুরে ঘুরে চাকরি করে বেড়িয়েছি। বিয়ে থা করিনি কোনোদিন, একজনকে ধরে গেঁথে দেবো এটাই আমার কর্ম, না আছে ঝামেলা, না আছে দায়িত্ব। চোদা তো দুই জায়গাতেই আছে, শুধু শুধু রাতে দিনে একই মুখ...একই দুধ...একই গুদ...আর‌ একই পোঁদে হাত কেন‌ দেবো!

এবার আসল কথায় আসা যাক, দেশের বিভিন্ন স্থানে চাকরির সুবাদে ঘুরে বেড়াবার জন্য আমার জীবনে অসংখ্য রসালো অভিজ্ঞতার ভান্ডার জমা হয়ে গেছে, তাই ভাবছি ইহলোক ত্যাগ করার আগে যদি সেই ভান্ডার থেকে অল্প কিছু তোমাদেরকে দিয়ে যেতে পারি, তোমরা একটু রস ছেড়ে আনন্দ পাবে। তাই তোমাদের করুণ মুখ দেখে আজ আমার বাড়াকে ধুতির বাইরে বের করে লিখতে শুরু করলাম।

আমার জীবনে সবচেয়ে বেশি রসালো অভিজ্ঞতা হয়েছে ভিড়ে, বাসে-ট্রেনে-মেলায়-অনুষ্ঠানে-শপিং মলে-বিয়েবাড়িতে, এককথায় যেখানেই ভিড়, সেখানেই আমায় দেখতে পেতো সবাই, হয় কোনো মহিলার পোঁদে বাড়া ঠেকিয়ে দাঁড়িয়ে আছি, নাহয় কোনো দুগ্ধবতী মায়ের দুধে মুখ দিয়ে বসে আছি। তা ভেবে দেখলাম যে, আর তো বেশিদিন বাঁচবো ন, তাই আমার জীবনের শ্রেষ্ঠ 30 টি অভিজ্ঞতার কথা তোমাদের কাছে আলাদা আলাদা পার্টে কাহিনী আকারে প্রকাশ করে যাবো। আছে কয়েক হাজারেরও বেশি, কিন্তু তাদের মধ্যে সবচেয়ে উত্তেজক এই 30 টা কাহিনীই। সেইগুলো বলেই আমার শেষ শখ্ পূরণ করবো। তবে শুরু করি?

শুরু করছি যৌবনকাল থেকে, গড়াতে গড়াতে আমার প্রৌঢ় জীবন পর্যন্ত এগোবে, তারপর আমার‌ কাহিনী বলা থামবে। তবে এই‌ গল্পগুলো বলে যাওয়ার পেছনে সবথেকে বড়ো কারণ হলো, আমার বাড়ায় কিছুসময় হল একটা রোগ হয়েছে, ডাক্তার এসে বাড়া চেক করে বলে দিয়েছে আমি আর 30 দিন বাঁচবো। তাই ভাবলাম এই 30 দিনে যদি আমার জীবনের 30 টা সত্য কাহিনী লিখে যেতে পারি পরলোক থেকেও শুড়শুড়ি অনুভব করবো এটা ভেবে যে কেউ আমার কাহিনী পড়ে রস ছেড়ে একটু আরাম পেয়েছে!

খুঁক...খুঁক...খুঁক....এই বালের কাশিও হয়েছে খুব,‌ থামতেই চায়না।

হ্যাঁ, তো শোনো তবে, তখন আমার আঠারো বছর বয়স, পড়াশোনা ছেড়ে একটা মিস্টির দোকানে তখন কাজ করি টাকার জন্য।‌

খুঁক খুঁক খুঁক খুঁক....বাল।

হ্যাঁ, তো একদিন দোকানের ম্যানেজার বললো খাঁটি দুধের ছানা ভালো পাওয়া যায় নাকি একটা জায়গায়, সেখানে আমায় গিয়ে সব বুঝে নিয়ে আসতে বললো। আমি হাতে টাকা, মনে‌ জোর, আর পায়ে চটি পরে উঠলাম বাসে। ও হরি, ভুল‌ করে দেখি কোনো গুদামে ঢুকে পড়েছি। গুদামে যেমন একটা বস্তার ওপর আরেকটা ঠাসাঠাসি করে রাখা থাকে, তেমনি দেখি সবাই কাঁধে কাঁধ, হাতে হাত, আর পোঁদে পোঁদ ঠেকিয়ে দাঁড়িয়ে আছে। চুপচাপ। আমি আবার সাতদিন খেঁচিনি। উঠতেই নজর পড়লো বাসের ঠিক মাঝখানে একজন নধর গতরের গাভী মা তার বাচ্চা কোলে দাঁড়িয়ে রয়েছে, মনে কেমন মায়া হলো, মনে হলো হয়তো সে দুঃখী, কষ্টে আছে, আমি আবার কারও কষ্ট সহ্য করতে পারিনা, ছুটে গেলাম। সোজা গিয়ে তার পেছনে তার লদকা পোঁদে বাড়া ঠেসে দাঁড়িয়ে পড়লাম। বললাম,

- দিদি, ছেলে নিয়ে বুঝি খুব কষ্ট হচ্ছে! আমায় দিন‌ ওকে, আমি ধরছি।

মাগী দেখি 'না না' বলতে বলতে কিছুটা লজ্জা পেল আমার কথায়, আমি বুঝলাম মাগী পোঁদে বাড়া ঠেকানো সত্ত্বেও যখন লজ্জা পাচ্ছে, তখন এই মাগী নিশ্চয় ক্ষুধার্ত। আমার দয়ার প্রাণ, যেখানে করুণ মুখ দেখি, ছুটে গিয়ে ভরে দিই। দিলাম ভরে আরো বেশি করে তার পোঁদের মধ্যে আমার বাড়াটাকে।

খুঁক খুঁক খুঁক খুঁক খুঁক খুঁক খুঁক খুঁক....বানচোদ থাম্।

ও হ্যাঁ, তোমাদের তো আমার বাড়ার সাইজটাই বলতে ভুলে গিয়েছি, কি করবো বলো, এই বয়সে বাড়াটা আছে বলেও আর মনে হয়না, একেবারে ছোটো হয়ে গেছে। আমার সাইজ তখন ছিল প্রায় আট ইঞ্চি লম্বা, আর ঘেরে বেশ মোটাও। মুন্ডিটা বেশ শক্ত ও ডুমকো।

পরেছিলাম হাফ প্যান্ট , প্যান্ট ভেদ করেই বাড়াটা গিয়ে মাগীর পোঁদের গভীর চেরায় হারিয়ে গেলো। ও বাবা, এ তো দেখি মাগী পোঁদে আগুন জ্বালিয়ে রান্না করে ঘরে, এতো গরম ভাপ বেরোচ্ছে পোঁদ থেকে যে আমার বাড়া গলতে শুরু করলো। দেখলাম মাগী একটু অস্বস্তি বোধ করছে। তাই পেছন থেকেই বললাম,

- দিদি ওকে দিন আমায়, আপনার দাঁড়াতে সুবিধা হবে।

মাগী ছাড়লোনা ছেলে, আমিও তাকে গেঁথে দাঁড়িয়ে রইলাম ওইখানেই। তারপর তার ছেলেকে ওলে বাবালে ওলে বাবালে করতে করতে একটা হাতে তার পাশ দিয়ে মাগীর হাতের কাছটায় ধরলাম। মাগী দেখি কাঁপতে শুরু করেছে। এই মাগীর দুধ আছে এখন, বছর দুই হবে মা হয়েছে, ছলকে ছলকে দুধ বেরোবে টিপলে, একেবারে বড় বড় দুধের ভান্ডার নিয়ে বেরিয়েছে রাস্তায় মাগীটা।

তোমরা অনেকেই জানো এবং অনেকেই এটা করেও‌ এসেছো, ছেলে কোলে বউদি দেখলেই তার প্রতি আদর বেড়ে যায়। চটকাতে ইচ্ছে করে, আসলে চটকানোটা বউদির জন্য ছিলো, কিন্তু তোমাদের সাহসের অভাবে তার ছেলে পেল সেটা। আমি কিন্তু তেমন ছিলাম না। একটা মারও মাটিতে ফেলতাম না, চটকাবো তো ছেলের মাকেই।

এক্ষেত্রে কিছু চোদনখোর থাকে আশেপাশে ভিড়ের মধ্যে, না পারবে নিজেরা ঠাপাতে, না দেবে অন্যকে ঠাপাতে, নিজেরা ভয়ে ছুঁতে পারছে না, অন্য কেউ এসে তাকে খেয়ে নিচ্ছে তার চোখের সামনে, তা দেখে তাদের বাড়া ফেটে যায়। আবার কিছু থাকে, যারা বিপদহীন হিরোগিরি মারাতে আসে। কেউ অভিযোগ করেনি, তবুও 'এই আপনি মেয়েদের পেছনে দাঁড়িয়েছেন কেন?'....মাদারচোদ, যার পোঁদে গেঁথেছি, সে আরাম পাচ্ছে, সে আমায় পোঁদের ভাগ দিচ্ছে আর তুই এসেছিস গাড় মারাতে? আমি বাপু এদের কথায় গুরুত্ব না দিয়ে নিজের কাজে মন দিতাম। কর্ম করে যাও, আর বাকিদের ভুলে যাও....এই ছিল আমার জীবনের মন্ত্র।

আমি তো একেবারে ছেলেটার সঙ্গে মেতে উঠলাম। ওলে বাবালে ওলে বাবালে করতে করতে ওর সঙ্গে খেলা করার নামে একেবারে হাতটা নিয়ে বাচ্চাটার সামনে নিয়ে গিয়ে তার গাভী মায়ের বাঁ দিকের লদলদে দুধটা বাঁ হাতে চেপে ধরলাম। এতক্ষণ ধরে পোঁদে বাড়া ঠেকিয়ে রাখায় মাগীর গুদ জল ছাড়তে শুরু করেছিল, বাঁ দিকের দুধে আমার হাত পড়ায় কেঁপে উঠলো। পাশে তাকিয়ে দেখলাম এক ভদ্রলোক কটমট করে আমার দিকে তাকিয়ে, বুঝলাম মাগী আমার সাইডে, বিনা ভয়ে তাই নিজ মনে আমি মাগীকে ঘাঁটছি। ও মা, দেখি গলগল করে মাগীর ব্রা ব্লাউজ ভেদ করে দুধ বেরিয়ে এসে আমার হাত ভিজিয়ে দিলো। আমি তো বুঝলাম একেবারে তাজা গরম দুধ। মাগী দেখি মাঝে মাঝেই চোখ বন্ধ করছে। বুঝলাম মাগীর ঘোর আসছে।‌

তা দেখে পেছন থেকে আমার হাফ প্যান্টের চেইন নামিয়ে আট ইঞ্চির মোটা বাড়াটা বের করে ঠেসে দিলাম গাভীটার বড় পোঁদের মাংসে। কি নরম মাগীর পোঁদ। একেবারে ভেতরে ঢুকে যাচ্ছি যেন। এই মাগীর গতরের তুলনা নেই। যেমন বড়ো দুধ, তেমন তানপুরার মত পোঁদ, গুদ কেমন হবে কে জানে! যেন সাজানো বাগান, শুধু তাতে নতুন গাছ পোঁতার অপেক্ষা! আমি তখন বাঁ হাতে মাগীটার বাঁদিকের দুধটা টিপতে টিপতেই তার‌ পোঁদে আমার উলঙ্গ বাড়াটা দিয়ে গাঁথছি। ও মা, দেখি মাগী পোঁদ আমার দিকে কেলিয়ে দাঁড়িয়ে পড়লো। বুঝলাম গুদে অনেকদিন ঢোকেনি, রাগে তার স্বামীকে মনে মনে এইরকম লদলদে স্ত্রীকে না চোদার জন্য বকে দিয়ে আমি সেই গাভীকে আমার ক্ষমতা দিয়ে ভরতে লাগলাম।

এবার দেখলাম পরের স্টেপ নিতে হবে, মাগী গরম হয়ে গেছে, এর আঁচ বাড়াতে আমি আমার ডান হাত মাগীর সামনে নিয়ে গিয়ে শাড়ির আঁচলের ভেতর দিয়ে ব্লাউজ ব্রায়ের তলা দিয়ে তার দুধ খামচে ধরলাম। ওরে এটা কি রে! শক্ত মোটা দুধ ফুলে উঠেছে দুধের ভারে, আমি টিপতেই ছর ছর করে দুধ বেরিয়ে এলো বোঁটা দিয়ে।

- আহা গো, দুধ না শেষ হলে বেচারি বোধহয় ভর্তি দুধে কষ্ট পায়!

আমার দয়ালু মন, ভাবলাম যদি আজ একটু তাকে এই কষ্ট থেকে মুক্তি দেওয়া যায়। এই ভেবে দুই হাতে মাগীর দুই দুধ ধরে তার ভরা দুধ দুইতে শুরু করলাম। না না, উত্তেজক শব্দে বলতে হয় তাই বলছি না, সত্যি সত্যিই যেমন গরুর দুধ দোয়ানো হয়, তেমন ভাবেই দুইতে লাগলাম। একেবারে গোড়া থেকে বোঁটা অবধি নিংড়াতে লাগলাম। এতে মাগীর ব্লাউজ, ব্রা ভেসে গিয়ে আমার হাত গড়িয়ে সামনের সীটে বসে থাকা এক বুড়োর টাঁকে টপ টপ করে বৃষ্টির মতো ঝরতে লাগলো মাগীর সাদা তরল দুধ। বুড়ো মাথায় হাত দিয়ে দেখলো সাদা কিছু একটা, তারপর উপরে তাকিয়ে বুঝলো দাঁড়িয়ে থাকা এক মা, আর পেছন থেকে এক যুবক তার দুধ দুইছে এই ভিড় বাসে। সে তো দেখি নীচ থেকে জিভ বের করে হা করে দিল। মাগী এই দেখে লজ্জায় লাল হয়ে গেল। আমি পেছন থেকে তার চুলের গন্ধ নিয়ে গলা চাটতে চাটতে পোঁদে বাড়ার ঠাপ দিতে দিতে আরও জোরে জোরে তাকে দুধ দোয়াতে লাগলাম। তার দুধ গড়িয়ে সামনের বুড়োর তেষ্টা মিটছে, কিন্তু আমার তেষ্টা বেড়ে গেলো। মনে মনে শপথ নিলাম এর গুদ না মেরে বাস থেকে নামবো না।

মাগী তখন পোঁদে আমার বাড়ার ঠাপ খেতে খেতে আর দুধ দোয়ানোর আনন্দে আমার দিকে তার‌ পোঁদ অনেকটা বাঁকিয়ে দাঁড়িয়ে পড়েছে তখন। আমি একটু এদিক ওদিক তাকালাম। বুঝলাম এই ভিড়ে কেউ পেদেছে। সেই গন্ধে আমি বললাম 'ইস্, কে গো', বলতেই দেখি ভিড়ের সবাই সেই তুচ্ছ জিনিস নিয়ে হাসিতে মেতে উঠেছে। ওরা হাসুক, আমি খাই।‌ তাই দেরি না করে পেছন‌ থেকে সেই গাভীর শাড়ি পা থেকে কোমর অবধি তুলে দেখি ও বাবা মাগী রস-মুত সব একসাথে ছেড়ে মাটি ভিজিয়ে দিয়েছে ততক্ষণে। মাগীর গুদ থেকে ঝর্না বয়ে নেমে একেবারে স্যাঁতসেঁতে করে দিয়েছে সবকিছু। আমি দেখলাম মাগী রেডি। বাড়া বের করাই ছিল, একটু নিচু হয়ে গুদে পুরে দিলাম পড়পড় করে। মাগী চেঁচাতে গেলো, মুখ চেপে ঠাপ দিতে শুরু করলাম।

কি অবস্থা একবার ভেবে দেখো তোমরা! এক মা ভিড় বাসে দাঁড়িয়ে, পেছন থেকে আমি একহাতে তার মুখ চেপে, অন্য হাতে তার দুধ দোয়াতে দোয়াতে তার কাপড় তুলে তার গুদ মেরে যাচ্ছি। ঠাপের‌ পর ঠাপ। একসময় দেখি মাগী মুখ খুললো ,

- আমার‌ স্টপেজ আসছে এবার!

আমার‌ যে বাড়ার ডগায় মাল‌ আসেনি এখনও! তাই কানে কানে তার‌ বললাম,

- গুদে ঢেলে দিই, দরকার হলে পরের কোনো স্টপেজে নেমে অন্য বাসে ফিরে এসো।

মাগী দেখি বাধ্য বউয়ের মতো মাথা নেড়ে সায় দিলো। মনে মনে ভাবলাম আমি এই আধ ঘন্টায় একে বউ বানিয়ে ফেললাম?

মারছি রাম ঠাপ। মাগী ফুঁপিয়ে ফুঁপিয়ে কাঁদতে কাঁদতে পোঁদ বাঁকিয়ে ঠাপ খাচ্ছে, কোলের ছেলে দুলছে সেই কম্পনে। দুলুতে দুলতেই ঘুমিয়ে পড়লো মায়ের কাঁধে মাথা রেখে। আমার মাথা রাখার সময় নেই মাগীর পিঠে, বাড়া দিয়ে মাগীটাকে গেঁথে দিচ্ছি ভরে ভরে। মাগী দেখি একটা হাতে রড ছেড়ে আমার কোমর ধরেছে, তারপর সামনের সীটের বুড়োর ওপর প্রায় পড়ে গিয়ে আমার ঠাপ খাচ্ছে। বুড়ো সেয়ানা, সুযোগ বুঝে সামনে থেকে মাগীর ব্লাউজ ব্রা তুলে দুধে মুখ বসায়, চুক চুক করে দুধ টেনে নেয় পাকস্থলীতে। দুঃখ হলো বেচারা বুড়োটাকে দেখে, আহা গো, বুড়ির দুধ শুকিয়ে গেছে, বোঁটা খুঁজে পাওয়া দায়! না একটু গলাটা ভিজিয়ে নিক।‌ আমার মনের বড়ো জায়গা জুড়ে দয়া ভরা, যে যা চায়, দিয়ে দিই, মাগী বাড়া চাইছে, ভরে দিচ্ছি।

খুঁক খুঁক খুঁক খুঁক খুঁক খুঁক খুঁক খুঁক....গাড়।

মাগী এতো রস ছাড়ছে গুদ থেকে যে আমার বাড়া পর্যন্ত পিছলে বেরিয়ে যাচ্ছে গুদের মুখ থেকে, তার কানে ঝুঁকে বললাম,

- কম ছাড়ো।

- কম ঠাপাচ্ছো?

মাগী ঝাঁঝিয়ে উঠলো, বুঝলাম মাগী রেগে গেছে, এই রাগী মাগীদের চুদে বেশি আরাম। আমি সামনে হাত নিয়ে গিয়ে বুড়োর মুখ থেকে মাগীর দুধ কেড়ে নিয়ে দিলাম জোরে টেপন, সঙ্গে একটা মস্ত ঠাপ। মাগী দিল পেদে, আমি দিলাম পুরে। নে মাগী খা ভালো করে। বড় বড় দুধ নিয়ে রাস্তায় বেরোবি তো দুধে তো মুখ বসবেই। স্বামী ছেলেকে দিয়ে শেষ না করলে বাকিরা খাবে। পছন্দ তোর। মাগীর গুদ টাইট আছে। বুঝলাম স্বামী খায় না। শেষে মাগীর দুই দুধ ধরে পেছন কাঁপিয়ে এমন ঢেউ তুললাম যে মাগীর কোল থেকে ছেলে পড়লো সামনের বুড়োর কোলে। বুড়ো এবার মাগীর ছেলে হাতে মাগীর পেটের কাপড় সরিয়ে নাভি চাটতে লাগলো। কষ্ট হলো, বেচারা একটু দুধ খাচ্ছিল, আমি তাও কেড়ে নিলাম, শেষে শুকনো নাভি চাটছে। মাগী এবার দুহাতে জোর পেলো। দুহাতে সামনের দুই সীটের রেলিং ধরে পোঁদ পেছনে উঁচিয়ে দাঁড়ালো, আমি থামিনি। প্রায় এক ঘন্টা মতো ঠাপিয়ে তার গর্তে গল গল করে সব ঢেলে দিলাম।

বাচ্চাটা ততক্ষণে কাঁদতে শুরু করে দিয়েছে মায়ের কাঁপুনি দেখে। সে গেল মায়ের কোলে, আমি এলাম নিচে। আসার সময় তাকে আদর করে বলে এসেছিলাম.... ওলে বাবালে ওলে বাবালে....তোমার ভাই আসছে আবার। বলে তার‌ মায়ের দুধ দুটো টিপে দিয়ে নেমে পড়লাম বাস থেকে।

খাঁটি দুধ খেলাম, এবার ছানার খোঁজ নিয়ে ফিরতে হবে তো, নয়তো ওদিকে দোকানের ম্যানেজার আমার গাড় ফাটিয়ে দেবে যে!]]> রসময়, ভিড় এবং ঠাপ
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কাহিনী 1 - বাসের ভিড়ে গাভীর দুধ
নমস্কার, আমি রসময়, নাহ্, এটা কোনো বন্ধু বা ছেলে-ছোকরা-দের দেওয়া কোনো মজার নাম নয়, এটা আমার বাপ মা দিয়েছিল জন্মের পরেই। পুরো নাম রসময় কর। জানি এই নাম ও পদবী দুই মিলে গাদনের মতো শোনাচ্ছে, কিন্তু কি করবো বলো, বাপ মায়ের দেওয়া নাম, ড্রেনের জলে ভাসিয়ে দিতে তো পারিনা।

তো যাইহোক, আমার প্রিয় পাঠক-পাঠিকাগন, পাঠক হলে বাড়ায় হাত ঠেকাও আর পাঠিকা হলে গুদে আঙ্গুল ঢোকাও, আর আমার কাহিনী শুনতে শুনতে রস ছাড়তে থাকো। তাহলে শুরু করি...!

আমি রসময়, আমার এখন বয়স হয়েছে অনেক....বাড়ায় জোর নেই, দেহে যন্ত্রনা, কিন্তু মনের জোরে লিখছি আমার জীবনের কিছু গোপন ও রোমাঞ্চকর অভিজ্ঞতার কাহিনী। আমি যৌবনে পা‌ দেওয়ার পর থেকেই দেশের বিভিন্ন প্রান্তে ঘুরে ঘুরে চাকরি করে বেড়িয়েছি। বিয়ে থা করিনি কোনোদিন, একজনকে ধরে গেঁথে দেবো এটাই আমার কর্ম, না আছে ঝামেলা, না আছে দায়িত্ব। চোদা তো দুই জায়গাতেই আছে, শুধু শুধু রাতে দিনে একই মুখ...একই দুধ...একই গুদ...আর‌ একই পোঁদে হাত কেন‌ দেবো!

এবার আসল কথায় আসা যাক, দেশের বিভিন্ন স্থানে চাকরির সুবাদে ঘুরে বেড়াবার জন্য আমার জীবনে অসংখ্য রসালো অভিজ্ঞতার ভান্ডার জমা হয়ে গেছে, তাই ভাবছি ইহলোক ত্যাগ করার আগে যদি সেই ভান্ডার থেকে অল্প কিছু তোমাদেরকে দিয়ে যেতে পারি, তোমরা একটু রস ছেড়ে আনন্দ পাবে। তাই তোমাদের করুণ মুখ দেখে আজ আমার বাড়াকে ধুতির বাইরে বের করে লিখতে শুরু করলাম।

আমার জীবনে সবচেয়ে বেশি রসালো অভিজ্ঞতা হয়েছে ভিড়ে, বাসে-ট্রেনে-মেলায়-অনুষ্ঠানে-শপিং মলে-বিয়েবাড়িতে, এককথায় যেখানেই ভিড়, সেখানেই আমায় দেখতে পেতো সবাই, হয় কোনো মহিলার পোঁদে বাড়া ঠেকিয়ে দাঁড়িয়ে আছি, নাহয় কোনো দুগ্ধবতী মায়ের দুধে মুখ দিয়ে বসে আছি। তা ভেবে দেখলাম যে, আর তো বেশিদিন বাঁচবো ন, তাই আমার জীবনের শ্রেষ্ঠ 30 টি অভিজ্ঞতার কথা তোমাদের কাছে আলাদা আলাদা পার্টে কাহিনী আকারে প্রকাশ করে যাবো। আছে কয়েক হাজারেরও বেশি, কিন্তু তাদের মধ্যে সবচেয়ে উত্তেজক এই 30 টা কাহিনীই। সেইগুলো বলেই আমার শেষ শখ্ পূরণ করবো। তবে শুরু করি?

শুরু করছি যৌবনকাল থেকে, গড়াতে গড়াতে আমার প্রৌঢ় জীবন পর্যন্ত এগোবে, তারপর আমার‌ কাহিনী বলা থামবে। তবে এই‌ গল্পগুলো বলে যাওয়ার পেছনে সবথেকে বড়ো কারণ হলো, আমার বাড়ায় কিছুসময় হল একটা রোগ হয়েছে, ডাক্তার এসে বাড়া চেক করে বলে দিয়েছে আমি আর 30 দিন বাঁচবো। তাই ভাবলাম এই 30 দিনে যদি আমার জীবনের 30 টা সত্য কাহিনী লিখে যেতে পারি পরলোক থেকেও শুড়শুড়ি অনুভব করবো এটা ভেবে যে কেউ আমার কাহিনী পড়ে রস ছেড়ে একটু আরাম পেয়েছে!

খুঁক...খুঁক...খুঁক....এই বালের কাশিও হয়েছে খুব,‌ থামতেই চায়না।

হ্যাঁ, তো শোনো তবে, তখন আমার আঠারো বছর বয়স, পড়াশোনা ছেড়ে একটা মিস্টির দোকানে তখন কাজ করি টাকার জন্য।‌

খুঁক খুঁক খুঁক খুঁক....বাল।

হ্যাঁ, তো একদিন দোকানের ম্যানেজার বললো খাঁটি দুধের ছানা ভালো পাওয়া যায় নাকি একটা জায়গায়, সেখানে আমায় গিয়ে সব বুঝে নিয়ে আসতে বললো। আমি হাতে টাকা, মনে‌ জোর, আর পায়ে চটি পরে উঠলাম বাসে। ও হরি, ভুল‌ করে দেখি কোনো গুদামে ঢুকে পড়েছি। গুদামে যেমন একটা বস্তার ওপর আরেকটা ঠাসাঠাসি করে রাখা থাকে, তেমনি দেখি সবাই কাঁধে কাঁধ, হাতে হাত, আর পোঁদে পোঁদ ঠেকিয়ে দাঁড়িয়ে আছে। চুপচাপ। আমি আবার সাতদিন খেঁচিনি। উঠতেই নজর পড়লো বাসের ঠিক মাঝখানে একজন নধর গতরের গাভী মা তার বাচ্চা কোলে দাঁড়িয়ে রয়েছে, মনে কেমন মায়া হলো, মনে হলো হয়তো সে দুঃখী, কষ্টে আছে, আমি আবার কারও কষ্ট সহ্য করতে পারিনা, ছুটে গেলাম। সোজা গিয়ে তার পেছনে তার লদকা পোঁদে বাড়া ঠেসে দাঁড়িয়ে পড়লাম। বললাম,

- দিদি, ছেলে নিয়ে বুঝি খুব কষ্ট হচ্ছে! আমায় দিন‌ ওকে, আমি ধরছি।

মাগী দেখি 'না না' বলতে বলতে কিছুটা লজ্জা পেল আমার কথায়, আমি বুঝলাম মাগী পোঁদে বাড়া ঠেকানো সত্ত্বেও যখন লজ্জা পাচ্ছে, তখন এই মাগী নিশ্চয় ক্ষুধার্ত। আমার দয়ার প্রাণ, যেখানে করুণ মুখ দেখি, ছুটে গিয়ে ভরে দিই। দিলাম ভরে আরো বেশি করে তার পোঁদের মধ্যে আমার বাড়াটাকে।

খুঁক খুঁক খুঁক খুঁক খুঁক খুঁক খুঁক খুঁক....বানচোদ থাম্।

ও হ্যাঁ, তোমাদের তো আমার বাড়ার সাইজটাই বলতে ভুলে গিয়েছি, কি করবো বলো, এই বয়সে বাড়াটা আছে বলেও আর মনে হয়না, একেবারে ছোটো হয়ে গেছে। আমার সাইজ তখন ছিল প্রায় আট ইঞ্চি লম্বা, আর ঘেরে বেশ মোটাও। মুন্ডিটা বেশ শক্ত ও ডুমকো।

পরেছিলাম হাফ প্যান্ট , প্যান্ট ভেদ করেই বাড়াটা গিয়ে মাগীর পোঁদের গভীর চেরায় হারিয়ে গেলো। ও বাবা, এ তো দেখি মাগী পোঁদে আগুন জ্বালিয়ে রান্না করে ঘরে, এতো গরম ভাপ বেরোচ্ছে পোঁদ থেকে যে আমার বাড়া গলতে শুরু করলো। দেখলাম মাগী একটু অস্বস্তি বোধ করছে। তাই পেছন থেকেই বললাম,

- দিদি ওকে দিন আমায়, আপনার দাঁড়াতে সুবিধা হবে।

মাগী ছাড়লোনা ছেলে, আমিও তাকে গেঁথে দাঁড়িয়ে রইলাম ওইখানেই। তারপর তার ছেলেকে ওলে বাবালে ওলে বাবালে করতে করতে একটা হাতে তার পাশ দিয়ে মাগীর হাতের কাছটায় ধরলাম। মাগী দেখি কাঁপতে শুরু করেছে। এই মাগীর দুধ আছে এখন, বছর দুই হবে মা হয়েছে, ছলকে ছলকে দুধ বেরোবে টিপলে, একেবারে বড় বড় দুধের ভান্ডার নিয়ে বেরিয়েছে রাস্তায় মাগীটা।

তোমরা অনেকেই জানো এবং অনেকেই এটা করেও‌ এসেছো, ছেলে কোলে বউদি দেখলেই তার প্রতি আদর বেড়ে যায়। চটকাতে ইচ্ছে করে, আসলে চটকানোটা বউদির জন্য ছিলো, কিন্তু তোমাদের সাহসের অভাবে তার ছেলে পেল সেটা। আমি কিন্তু তেমন ছিলাম না। একটা মারও মাটিতে ফেলতাম না, চটকাবো তো ছেলের মাকেই।

এক্ষেত্রে কিছু চোদনখোর থাকে আশেপাশে ভিড়ের মধ্যে, না পারবে নিজেরা ঠাপাতে, না দেবে অন্যকে ঠাপাতে, নিজেরা ভয়ে ছুঁতে পারছে না, অন্য কেউ এসে তাকে খেয়ে নিচ্ছে তার চোখের সামনে, তা দেখে তাদের বাড়া ফেটে যায়। আবার কিছু থাকে, যারা বিপদহীন হিরোগিরি মারাতে আসে। কেউ অভিযোগ করেনি, তবুও 'এই আপনি মেয়েদের পেছনে দাঁড়িয়েছেন কেন?'....মাদারচোদ, যার পোঁদে গেঁথেছি, সে আরাম পাচ্ছে, সে আমায় পোঁদের ভাগ দিচ্ছে আর তুই এসেছিস গাড় মারাতে? আমি বাপু এদের কথায় গুরুত্ব না দিয়ে নিজের কাজে মন দিতাম। কর্ম করে যাও, আর বাকিদের ভুলে যাও....এই ছিল আমার জীবনের মন্ত্র।

আমি তো একেবারে ছেলেটার সঙ্গে মেতে উঠলাম। ওলে বাবালে ওলে বাবালে করতে করতে ওর সঙ্গে খেলা করার নামে একেবারে হাতটা নিয়ে বাচ্চাটার সামনে নিয়ে গিয়ে তার গাভী মায়ের বাঁ দিকের লদলদে দুধটা বাঁ হাতে চেপে ধরলাম। এতক্ষণ ধরে পোঁদে বাড়া ঠেকিয়ে রাখায় মাগীর গুদ জল ছাড়তে শুরু করেছিল, বাঁ দিকের দুধে আমার হাত পড়ায় কেঁপে উঠলো। পাশে তাকিয়ে দেখলাম এক ভদ্রলোক কটমট করে আমার দিকে তাকিয়ে, বুঝলাম মাগী আমার সাইডে, বিনা ভয়ে তাই নিজ মনে আমি মাগীকে ঘাঁটছি। ও মা, দেখি গলগল করে মাগীর ব্রা ব্লাউজ ভেদ করে দুধ বেরিয়ে এসে আমার হাত ভিজিয়ে দিলো। আমি তো বুঝলাম একেবারে তাজা গরম দুধ। মাগী দেখি মাঝে মাঝেই চোখ বন্ধ করছে। বুঝলাম মাগীর ঘোর আসছে।‌

তা দেখে পেছন থেকে আমার হাফ প্যান্টের চেইন নামিয়ে আট ইঞ্চির মোটা বাড়াটা বের করে ঠেসে দিলাম গাভীটার বড় পোঁদের মাংসে। কি নরম মাগীর পোঁদ। একেবারে ভেতরে ঢুকে যাচ্ছি যেন। এই মাগীর গতরের তুলনা নেই। যেমন বড়ো দুধ, তেমন তানপুরার মত পোঁদ, গুদ কেমন হবে কে জানে! যেন সাজানো বাগান, শুধু তাতে নতুন গাছ পোঁতার অপেক্ষা! আমি তখন বাঁ হাতে মাগীটার বাঁদিকের দুধটা টিপতে টিপতেই তার‌ পোঁদে আমার উলঙ্গ বাড়াটা দিয়ে গাঁথছি। ও মা, দেখি মাগী পোঁদ আমার দিকে কেলিয়ে দাঁড়িয়ে পড়লো। বুঝলাম গুদে অনেকদিন ঢোকেনি, রাগে তার স্বামীকে মনে মনে এইরকম লদলদে স্ত্রীকে না চোদার জন্য বকে দিয়ে আমি সেই গাভীকে আমার ক্ষমতা দিয়ে ভরতে লাগলাম।

এবার দেখলাম পরের স্টেপ নিতে হবে, মাগী গরম হয়ে গেছে, এর আঁচ বাড়াতে আমি আমার ডান হাত মাগীর সামনে নিয়ে গিয়ে শাড়ির আঁচলের ভেতর দিয়ে ব্লাউজ ব্রায়ের তলা দিয়ে তার দুধ খামচে ধরলাম। ওরে এটা কি রে! শক্ত মোটা দুধ ফুলে উঠেছে দুধের ভারে, আমি টিপতেই ছর ছর করে দুধ বেরিয়ে এলো বোঁটা দিয়ে।

- আহা গো, দুধ না শেষ হলে বেচারি বোধহয় ভর্তি দুধে কষ্ট পায়!

আমার দয়ালু মন, ভাবলাম যদি আজ একটু তাকে এই কষ্ট থেকে মুক্তি দেওয়া যায়। এই ভেবে দুই হাতে মাগীর দুই দুধ ধরে তার ভরা দুধ দুইতে শুরু করলাম। না না, উত্তেজক শব্দে বলতে হয় তাই বলছি না, সত্যি সত্যিই যেমন গরুর দুধ দোয়ানো হয়, তেমন ভাবেই দুইতে লাগলাম। একেবারে গোড়া থেকে বোঁটা অবধি নিংড়াতে লাগলাম। এতে মাগীর ব্লাউজ, ব্রা ভেসে গিয়ে আমার হাত গড়িয়ে সামনের সীটে বসে থাকা এক বুড়োর টাঁকে টপ টপ করে বৃষ্টির মতো ঝরতে লাগলো মাগীর সাদা তরল দুধ। বুড়ো মাথায় হাত দিয়ে দেখলো সাদা কিছু একটা, তারপর উপরে তাকিয়ে বুঝলো দাঁড়িয়ে থাকা এক মা, আর পেছন থেকে এক যুবক তার দুধ দুইছে এই ভিড় বাসে। সে তো দেখি নীচ থেকে জিভ বের করে হা করে দিল। মাগী এই দেখে লজ্জায় লাল হয়ে গেল। আমি পেছন থেকে তার চুলের গন্ধ নিয়ে গলা চাটতে চাটতে পোঁদে বাড়ার ঠাপ দিতে দিতে আরও জোরে জোরে তাকে দুধ দোয়াতে লাগলাম। তার দুধ গড়িয়ে সামনের বুড়োর তেষ্টা মিটছে, কিন্তু আমার তেষ্টা বেড়ে গেলো। মনে মনে শপথ নিলাম এর গুদ না মেরে বাস থেকে নামবো না।

মাগী তখন পোঁদে আমার বাড়ার ঠাপ খেতে খেতে আর দুধ দোয়ানোর আনন্দে আমার দিকে তার‌ পোঁদ অনেকটা বাঁকিয়ে দাঁড়িয়ে পড়েছে তখন। আমি একটু এদিক ওদিক তাকালাম। বুঝলাম এই ভিড়ে কেউ পেদেছে। সেই গন্ধে আমি বললাম 'ইস্, কে গো', বলতেই দেখি ভিড়ের সবাই সেই তুচ্ছ জিনিস নিয়ে হাসিতে মেতে উঠেছে। ওরা হাসুক, আমি খাই।‌ তাই দেরি না করে পেছন‌ থেকে সেই গাভীর শাড়ি পা থেকে কোমর অবধি তুলে দেখি ও বাবা মাগী রস-মুত সব একসাথে ছেড়ে মাটি ভিজিয়ে দিয়েছে ততক্ষণে। মাগীর গুদ থেকে ঝর্না বয়ে নেমে একেবারে স্যাঁতসেঁতে করে দিয়েছে সবকিছু। আমি দেখলাম মাগী রেডি। বাড়া বের করাই ছিল, একটু নিচু হয়ে গুদে পুরে দিলাম পড়পড় করে। মাগী চেঁচাতে গেলো, মুখ চেপে ঠাপ দিতে শুরু করলাম।

কি অবস্থা একবার ভেবে দেখো তোমরা! এক মা ভিড় বাসে দাঁড়িয়ে, পেছন থেকে আমি একহাতে তার মুখ চেপে, অন্য হাতে তার দুধ দোয়াতে দোয়াতে তার কাপড় তুলে তার গুদ মেরে যাচ্ছি। ঠাপের‌ পর ঠাপ। একসময় দেখি মাগী মুখ খুললো ,

- আমার‌ স্টপেজ আসছে এবার!

আমার‌ যে বাড়ার ডগায় মাল‌ আসেনি এখনও! তাই কানে কানে তার‌ বললাম,

- গুদে ঢেলে দিই, দরকার হলে পরের কোনো স্টপেজে নেমে অন্য বাসে ফিরে এসো।

মাগী দেখি বাধ্য বউয়ের মতো মাথা নেড়ে সায় দিলো। মনে মনে ভাবলাম আমি এই আধ ঘন্টায় একে বউ বানিয়ে ফেললাম?

মারছি রাম ঠাপ। মাগী ফুঁপিয়ে ফুঁপিয়ে কাঁদতে কাঁদতে পোঁদ বাঁকিয়ে ঠাপ খাচ্ছে, কোলের ছেলে দুলছে সেই কম্পনে। দুলুতে দুলতেই ঘুমিয়ে পড়লো মায়ের কাঁধে মাথা রেখে। আমার মাথা রাখার সময় নেই মাগীর পিঠে, বাড়া দিয়ে মাগীটাকে গেঁথে দিচ্ছি ভরে ভরে। মাগী দেখি একটা হাতে রড ছেড়ে আমার কোমর ধরেছে, তারপর সামনের সীটের বুড়োর ওপর প্রায় পড়ে গিয়ে আমার ঠাপ খাচ্ছে। বুড়ো সেয়ানা, সুযোগ বুঝে সামনে থেকে মাগীর ব্লাউজ ব্রা তুলে দুধে মুখ বসায়, চুক চুক করে দুধ টেনে নেয় পাকস্থলীতে। দুঃখ হলো বেচারা বুড়োটাকে দেখে, আহা গো, বুড়ির দুধ শুকিয়ে গেছে, বোঁটা খুঁজে পাওয়া দায়! না একটু গলাটা ভিজিয়ে নিক।‌ আমার মনের বড়ো জায়গা জুড়ে দয়া ভরা, যে যা চায়, দিয়ে দিই, মাগী বাড়া চাইছে, ভরে দিচ্ছি।

খুঁক খুঁক খুঁক খুঁক খুঁক খুঁক খুঁক খুঁক....গাড়।

মাগী এতো রস ছাড়ছে গুদ থেকে যে আমার বাড়া পর্যন্ত পিছলে বেরিয়ে যাচ্ছে গুদের মুখ থেকে, তার কানে ঝুঁকে বললাম,

- কম ছাড়ো।

- কম ঠাপাচ্ছো?

মাগী ঝাঁঝিয়ে উঠলো, বুঝলাম মাগী রেগে গেছে, এই রাগী মাগীদের চুদে বেশি আরাম। আমি সামনে হাত নিয়ে গিয়ে বুড়োর মুখ থেকে মাগীর দুধ কেড়ে নিয়ে দিলাম জোরে টেপন, সঙ্গে একটা মস্ত ঠাপ। মাগী দিল পেদে, আমি দিলাম পুরে। নে মাগী খা ভালো করে। বড় বড় দুধ নিয়ে রাস্তায় বেরোবি তো দুধে তো মুখ বসবেই। স্বামী ছেলেকে দিয়ে শেষ না করলে বাকিরা খাবে। পছন্দ তোর। মাগীর গুদ টাইট আছে। বুঝলাম স্বামী খায় না। শেষে মাগীর দুই দুধ ধরে পেছন কাঁপিয়ে এমন ঢেউ তুললাম যে মাগীর কোল থেকে ছেলে পড়লো সামনের বুড়োর কোলে। বুড়ো এবার মাগীর ছেলে হাতে মাগীর পেটের কাপড় সরিয়ে নাভি চাটতে লাগলো। কষ্ট হলো, বেচারা একটু দুধ খাচ্ছিল, আমি তাও কেড়ে নিলাম, শেষে শুকনো নাভি চাটছে। মাগী এবার দুহাতে জোর পেলো। দুহাতে সামনের দুই সীটের রেলিং ধরে পোঁদ পেছনে উঁচিয়ে দাঁড়ালো, আমি থামিনি। প্রায় এক ঘন্টা মতো ঠাপিয়ে তার গর্তে গল গল করে সব ঢেলে দিলাম।

বাচ্চাটা ততক্ষণে কাঁদতে শুরু করে দিয়েছে মায়ের কাঁপুনি দেখে। সে গেল মায়ের কোলে, আমি এলাম নিচে। আসার সময় তাকে আদর করে বলে এসেছিলাম.... ওলে বাবালে ওলে বাবালে....তোমার ভাই আসছে আবার। বলে তার‌ মায়ের দুধ দুটো টিপে দিয়ে নেমে পড়লাম বাস থেকে।

খাঁটি দুধ খেলাম, এবার ছানার খোঁজ নিয়ে ফিরতে হবে তো, নয়তো ওদিকে দোকানের ম্যানেজার আমার গাড় ফাটিয়ে দেবে যে!]]> <![CDATA[My Mother Shanti's Transformation]]> https://xossipy.com/thread-75179.html Fri, 04 Sep 2026 19:51:38 +0300 https://xossipy.com/thread-75179.html My Mother Shanti's Transformation

Hey friend, this story begins in a small middle-class home, where everything looks perfect from outside – a devoted wife, a hardworking husband, and a studious son.

But from inside? Everything was falling apart. Like an old radio that shines from outside, only warm stars are visible from inside.

Let's talk about Ramesh first . Age 52. Clerk in a government office. He leaves at 7 in the morning and returns tired at 10 in the night. People used to say – “Ramesh Bhai is very responsible.” Money for the house, his son's college dreams, his wife's clothes—he gave everything. But the most important thing a woman needs—time, love, and that deep nighttime pleasure—he never gave. For him, sex was just a 5-minute routine, and that too once or twice a month. The rest of the time, he would simply say, "I'm tired, Shanti," and go to sleep. Deep inside, he felt guilty, but he never admitted it. Ramesh was the kind of man who could be the perfect husband to show the world, but he would leave his wife empty inside.

Now Shanti . She was 41 years old, but looked exactly 32-33 years old. Fair complexion, long black hair that was always tied in a tight bun, full 38D boobs that could hardly be contained in the blouse of the saree, slim waist and the most amazing thing – that round, tight and full ass that shook with every step. Always a mangalsutra around her neck, a bindi on her forehead, small earrings in her ears. Just an ideal Indian housewife. She would go to the temple in the morning, perform puja, cook food for her son and husband, and take care of the house. People used to say, “Shanti Bahu is a goddess.” But at night, when Ramesh would fall asleep tired, she would quietly tuck her hands between her legs, close her eyes, and think about something else. Sometimes, even tears would come out. She was a devoted wife, true, but there was a fire burning in her body that refused to be extinguished. She never told anyone anything. She just kept suffering.

Their son, Darpan , 20 years old. He has just passed 12th and is preparing for college admission. Tall, handsome, with sharp features. A very simple boy from outside – his mother's darling, his father's dream boy. But inside? There was a fire that was slowly eating him up. Ever since he turned 18, he started watching porn. First normal girls, then mature women, and slowly his eyes started getting fixed on his own mother. He would stand secretly outside his mother's room at night and listen to her breathing. His penis would get erect on seeing her ass wrapped in her saree. He knew this was wrong, but he could not stop himself. Darpan's plan was slowly forming: to turn his mother into his whore, keep her under his control, and do whatever his inner lust desired. Rahul,

Darpan's closest friend. 20 years old, same college. He was even more arrogant and confident than Darpan. Tall, gym-toned body, always smiling. He'd been a frequent visitor to Darpan's house since childhood. He called Shanti "aunty," but deep down, he had a crush on her mother. Rahul was a master at wooing girls. He'd told Darpan many times, "Looking at your mother, it seems like she's yearning, brother." Darpan had never answered then, but now he was thinking he'd have to include Rahul in this game.

The other three friends would enter later, but I'll share their names now so the picture becomes clear:

Ravi – 21 saal, thoda gunda type, heavy built, rough language. Woh group ka muscle tha.
Sumit – 20 years old, smart and manipulative, most planning.
Brijesh – 19 years old, the youngest, but the biggest pervert. A fan of cameras and recording.

Apart from these, some other important people will come in the story - like Shanti's friend Meena aunty (who is a little suspicious and a little jealous type), a senior girl from the college who will target Darpan to create jealousy, and a powerful bully figure who will bring a major twist in the climax. But right now the story starts from inside the house.

Itwas a normal evening. Ramesh had returned from office, his face tired. Shanti was standing in the kitchen, the pallu of her saree slipped to the side, her neck was shining with sweat. Darpan was sitting in the hall, looking at something on his laptop, but his eyes were repeatedly going towards the kitchen.

"Shanti, make me some tea," Ramesh said, sitting on the sofa, without looking at her.

"Ji," Shanti said softly. She made the tea, put the dal in a cup, and placed it near Ramesh. When she bent down, the neck of her blouse was slightly open. Darpan saw that sight from a distance, and his hand tucked under his jeans.

Ramesh said while drinking the tea, "There was a lot of work at the office today. I'll be late tomorrow too."

Shanti didn't say anything. She just smiled and went back to the kitchen. A faint smile rose within her – "How long will I live this life?"

Darpan noticed. He got up and went into the kitchen.

"Mummy, please give me some water."

Shanti filled the glass and gave it to her son. Their eyes met. Just for a second, but Darpan saw a thirst in his mother's eyes that no mother should have.

"Son, how are you preparing for college?" Shanti asked, trying to keep her voice normal.

"It's fine, Mummy. Rahul is coming today for studies."

"Okay, let me know when you'll eat and then leave."

Darpan said yes and went out. The first step of the plan was forming in his mind. Bringing Rahul home, making him sit next to his mother, slowly entering into her mind.

Rahul came in the evening. Normal talks, studies, college. But when Shanti brought tea, Rahul looked at her and said smilingly, “Aunty, you still look so beautiful. Uncle is so lucky.”

Shanti felt embarrassed. “Shut up, you rascal. Uncle comes back tired from office.”

Ramesh had laid down on the sofa in the hall. The TV was on, but his eyes were closed.

The mirror noticed that Rahul's gaze had stopped on Shanti's hips as she was going back to the kitchen. He winked at his friend. Rahul smiled.

Everyone went to sleep that night. Ramesh and Shanti in their room. Darpan in his. But Darpan didn't sleep. He quietly got up and stood outside his parents' room. The door was slightly open. Only Ramesh's snoring could be heard from inside. Shanti was turning over, her breathing heavy.

Darpan stood there, thinking, "Mummy, you'll be mine soon. And then, together, we'll make this house our playground."

That night, Darpan decided: Step 1: Increase the distance between Papa and Mummy. The idea of a fake affair began to linger in his mind.

Darpan's plan begins – increasing the distance between Papa and Mummy and slowly introducing Rahul. Shanti's frustration reaches its peak, but for now, she is only burning inside. This chapter forms a solid base for the buildup. It

was morning. Surya had just come out and there was a slight chill in the house. Shanti was standing in the kitchen, making tea. She was wearing her favorite cream-colored sari today, which subtly highlighted her curves. The mangalsutra around her neck was shining, but it didn't shine in her eyes.

Ramesh was sitting at the table, reading the newspaper. "I have a meeting at the office today, I'll be late at night," he said without looking up.

Shanti simply said, "Ji." She placed the tea cup on the table and looked at Ramesh's face—tired, better. A faint smile rose in her mind: "How long will this routine continue? Am I a woman or just the mistress of the house?"

Darpan came out of her room. He saw his mother – she was bending down and picking up something. His heart raced, but he smiled and said in a normal voice, “Mummy, what’s breakfast today?”

“Paratha and curd, son,” Shanti replied lovingly and patted his head. She still considered her son her darling. Darpan held his hand a little longer – just a second extra, but enough to feel the warmth.

Ramesh got up, “I’m leaving.” He gave Shanti a quick kiss on the forehead and left. After the sound of the door closing, there was silence in the house.

Shanti took a slow breath. "Son, you are also going to college, right?"

"Yes, Mummy, but first I have to meet Rahul in the park. We will discuss studies."

Shanti said with a smile, "Okay, but come home early. And call Rahul for dinner sometime."

Darpan smiled internally. The first step of the plan was set.

Park Scene (Darpan & Rahul's planning)

The two friends were sitting on a bench in the park, smoking cigarettes. Darpan told the entire backstory – Mummy's frustration, Papa's indifference, and his own dark desire.

Rahul narrowed his eyes, listened, and said, "Brother, your mother is a real hottie. I've been thinking about it since childhood... but now we need a serious plan. Direct action won't work. First, we'll have to make her realize she's single."

Darpan outlined the plan:

Monitoring Ramesh's mobile a little (idea of fake messages).
Increasing Rahul's visits to the house, on the pretext of cooking and normal things.
Putting small things against Papa in Shanti's mind.

Rahul was excited, "I am an expert in seducing mature women. But don't lose control, brother. She is your mother, the final call is yours."

Both of them shook hands. The tension point was that Rahul was a little too eager - Darpan felt that he would have to handle her slowly, otherwise the game could get spoiled.

Evening Home - Rahul's Visit

Rahul came home in the evening. Shanti opened the door. "Hey son, come, hasn't Darpan come yet?"

Rahul said smilingly, "Aunty, you make the house look so beautiful. And yourself too..."

Shanti felt embarrassed, "Shut up, you fool. Will you have tea?"

Yes, aunty."

The two sat in the hall and chatted. Rahul asked about cooking, and Shanti opened up. It had been a long time since she'd been so normal. Darpan watched from a distance—there was a different sparkle in his mother's smile.

Ramesh arrived late. He was tired. He simply said, "Rahul beta," and lay down on the sofa.

Everyone sat down according to the dinner table. Shanti was serving the food. Ramesh didn't look at her even once. Darpan noticed Shanti's hands were shaking slightly.

Everyone went to sleep that night. Darpan peeked out of her room. Shanti kitchen I was standing, alone, drinking water. There was a sad look on her face.

Shanti's Internal Monologue -

Shanti was lying in her room. Ramesh was snoring. She closed her eyes and thought:

"What wrong am I doing? I am a chaste woman, I take care of my son's house, I perform puja... yet why don't you extinguish this fire at night? Ramesh... you never made me feel like a woman. Now this Rahul... he just talks, but it feels so good."

She changed sides. Guilt and excitement mingled in her heart.

That night, Darpan checked Ramesh's mobile (which was charging in the hall). There was a message from office colleague Seema: "Coffee after the late meeting tomorrow?" It was casual, but perfect fuel for Darpan.

The next morning, Darpan called Rahul: "Game on."

But that same morning, Shanti saw an anonymous message on her phone (Darpan had sent it using a fake ID for testing): "Why are you alone? There are many people who can keep women like you happy."

Shanti was scared... but didn't delete it. She read the message slowly and put the phone aside. Her breathing quickened.

A new storm was rising in Shanti's mind - that anonymous message was echoing in her heart again and again. "Why are you alone?" This line was not letting her sleep the whole night. She knew this was wrong, but still she picked up the phone and read it again and again. She was caught between the religion of piety and the hunger of the body.

Morning time. Ramesh had left for office early. Today too he just said "bye" and left. Shanti went to see him off till the door, but there was no hope in her eyes. When she returned, Darpan was standing in the kitchen, looking at Mummy.

"Mummy, how are you today?" Darpan asked lovingly, coming from behind her.

Shanti was a little startled. "It's fine beta. Are you going to college?"

"Yes, but Rahul is coming today. He was saying that he misses your food a lot. Please make something for lunch today."

A slight smile appeared on Shanti's face. "Okay? Fine, let him know when he comes."

Darpan smiled from within. The plan was slowly moving forward.

Rahul's Visit - Cooking Session

Rahul arrived home around 1 pm. He looked even smarter in jeans and a tight T-shirt. Shanti opened the door and he complimented her bluntly, "Aunty, you look like a goddess today. This cream saree looks so good on you."

Shanti blushed, adjusting her pallu a little. "Stop it, son, come inside. Hasn't Darpan come yet?"

"He's in college, Aunty. He'll be late. I thought I'd help you in the kitchen." Rahul said with a smile and went straight into the kitchen.

Shanti felt a little awkward, but she didn't object. Both of them started working in the kitchen. Shanti was cutting vegetables, Rahul was standing beside her, a little closer.

"Aunty, after eating food cooked by you, it feels like I've got the taste of home," Rahul said softly, his gaze stopping on Shanti's breasts protruding from above her blouse.

Shanti said with a slight laugh, "You too... should I tell your mother?"

Rahul replied with a laugh, "My mother is nothing like you, Aunty. You're on a completely different level. Uncle is very lucky."

Shanti's hands froze for a moment. "Lucky? Sometimes I feel that way... forget it, son, he'll talk about all this."

But Rahul didn't budge. "Aunty, tell me the truth? Uncle doesn't seem to give you much time. You're so beautiful, so caring... he should have kept you happy."

Shanti remained silent. That anonymous message echoed in her mind again. She simply smiled and changed the topic, "Come on, let's make potato peas today. You cut the chillies."

Both of them continued talking. Rahul was slowly saying double meaning things - "Aunty, your hands are very soft... whatever you touch gets warm." Shanti understood, but she was unable to stop. She was yearning from within to hear someone's praise.

Darpan had come home secretly and was watching the entire scene from a distance. There was a slight tingling sensation in his penis, but he controlled it. "There is no time right now," he said to himself.

Emotional Drama - Family Dinner and Shanti's Guilt

Ramesh came in the evening. He was tired. Food was laid on the table—potatoes, peas, roti, and yogurt. Everyone was seated. Darpan noticed Shanti repeatedly checking Rahul's messages (Rahul had sent a thank you message after lunch).

Ramesh said once, "Shanti, I may have to go on an office tour tomorrow for four or five days."

Shanti simply said, "Yes." There was no sadness on her face. This struck Ramesh as well.

That night, when everyone went to sleep, Shanti was lying in her room. Ramesh had already fallen asleep. He picked up the phone and started chatting with Rahul (for the first time, he initiated it himself).

Shanti: Beta, was the food good today? Rahul: Aunty, very nice. I enjoyed being with you more. Shanti: You too… Rahul: Aunty, should I tell you the truth? Sitting next to you gives me peace of mind. Uncle doesn't seem to value me.

Shanti read the message and closed her eyes. A current ran through her body. She knew this was wrong, but still she replied: “Sometimes I feel yes…”

Slowly the chat became personal. Rahul complimented her, understood her feelings. Shanti felt for the first time that someone considered her a woman.

Darpan's Move and Hidden Tension

Darpan was sitting in his room. He had installed a small piece of software on his laptop that could track Ramesh's phone (to set up a fake affair). That night, he saw Ramesh having a casual chat with a colleague, Seema. "Coffee tomorrow?" Darpan took a screenshot. It would have been perfect evidence.

In the morning, Darpan went to the kitchen. Shanti was making tea. He went behind Mummy and gave her a gentle hug (just like a friendly hug).

"Mummy, are you okay? You're feeling sad about Papa's tour."

Shanti pushed his hand away from her, but slowly. "Son, everything is fine. Take care of yourself."

But when Darpan released him, his hand lingered on Shanti's waist for a little longer. Shanti felt it, but she said nothing. She was confused inside – her son's touch and Rahul's words were touching her in different ways.

Darpan and Rahul met in college that day.

Rahul: "Brother, your mother is freezing now. She spoke openly about it in the chat yesterday."

Darpan: "That's good, but don't rush it. First, tease her further. I'm also doing my work."

The morning sun was entering the house, but darkness shrouded Shanti's face. She sat in the temple room, hands folded. "God, give me courage... what am I doing," she said softly. But the chat with Rahul kept coming to her mind.

Darpan was in her room. She had worked hard all night—copied some real chats from Ramesh's mobile and added fake messages to them. She had even made a photo (an edited version of Ramesh and Seema from the office). Now the time had come to deliver the Wound of Truth.

Ramesh left early after breakfast. Shanti was standing in the kitchen when Darpan came in.

"Mummy, please sit down. I need to talk to you," Darpan said in a serious voice.

Shanti looked at him. "What happened, beta? Any college problems?"

Darpan put the phone on the table and turned on the screen. "Mummy... look at this. I've found out everything."

Shanti read the messages. At first, she didn't understand, but then his face turned pale. In the messages, Ramesh was calling Seema "jaanu," making plans to meet. In the photo, the two were seen close in a coffee shop.

"This... what is this, beta?" Shanti's voice was shaking.

Darpan held her hand. "Mummy, I accidentally checked Papa's phone. All this is going on. This with you... I can't tolerate it."

Tears welled up in Shanti's eyes. She sat down on the chair and covered her face with her hand. "For so many years... I've been doing everything for him. Puja, fasts, home... and this?"

Darpan hugged her - the hug lasted a little longer. "Mummy, you're not alone. I'm here. Whatever you want, I'll do it for you."

Shanti cried and held him tighter. That moment she saw no support except her son.

Rahul's Visit – Calculated Support

Rahul came in the afternoon. The mirror had told him everything. Rahul saw Shanti – her eyes were red.

“Aunty… what happened?” he asked lovingly.

Shanti told him everything (on the mirror's insistence). Rahul sat beside her and held her hand. “Aunty, you are so nice. Uncle has no right to do this. You deserve to be happy.”

Shanti did not say anything, she just wiped her tears. Rahul gently stroked her back – a comforting touch, but the mirror was watching from a distance. Tension was rising.

Darpan winked at Rahul - "Slow."

Evening Dinner - Heavy Silence

Ramesh came in the evening. Food was placed on the table. Everyone was eating quietly. Shanti did not even look at Ramesh. Ramesh felt a little strange.

"What happened to everyone today?" he asked.

Darpan gave a normal answer, "Nothing, Papa."

Shanti did not stop him, she just kept eating. There was a storm in her mind – betrayal, anger, and a new realization that now she too can do something.

Ramesh went to sleep at night. Shanti was sitting outside. Meena aunty called.

“Shanti, I heard there is someone else in the office about your husband… is it true?”

Shanti cut the call. Now the world also knew.

Shanti's Internal Breakdown & Resolve

Shanti was sitting in her room at 2 in the night. Tears were flowing. She sat in front of the temple and prayed, but she did not feel like doing it. Then she picked up the phone and messaged Rahul:

"Rahul beta... I feel really bad. Am I wrong to feel all this?"

Rahul replied immediately – supportive words, and a small compliment that warmed her up.

Darpan was sitting in his room, monitoring the entire scene (he had set up a hidden camera in the hall). There was satisfaction on his face, but also a tinge of guilt.

Two days after Ramesh's departure, the house was quiet. Darpan had dropped his father off at the station. Ramesh stood on the platform, looked at Shanti, and said, "Take care. Darpan is at home." That was all. No deep love, no "I will miss you." As the train pulled away, Shanti's heart swelled. She hadn't worn her mangalsutra yet. It lay in her drawer like an old memory.

As they returned home, Darpan held Mummy's hand. "Mummy, it's just the two of us now. Tell me whatever you need."

Shanti just tried to smile. "Yes, son."

But a storm was brewing inside. Rahul's last message was still on the phone - "Aunty, if you're alone, let me know... I'll come over."

The doorbell rang around 2 in the afternoon. Shanti opened the door and Rahul was standing there, a small gift packet in his hand and smiling.

"Aunty... you're alone today, right? Has Darpan gone to college?"

Shanti left the door open. "Yes, son, come in. Darpan will be in the evening."

Rahul came in and handed her the packet. "This is for you. You're so sad... let me smile a little."

Shanti opened the packet – inside was a small silver anklet, very beautiful. Tears came to her eyes. “Rahul beta… why all this?”

Rahul came near her and gently held her hand. “Because aunty, you deserve it. Uncle never made you feel this way, right? I want to.”

Shanti’s hand was trembling. She tried to free her hand, but Rahul did not let go. “Son… this is wrong. I am your aunty… Darpan’s mother.”

Rahul spoke in a low voice, "Aunty, you are a woman too. And every woman deserves love and happiness. Why are you yearning alone when I am here?"

Shanti closed her eyes. Ramesh's face and that edited photo came to her mind. She slowly let go of his hand and said, "I will make tea."

Both went into the kitchen, Rahul following behind. When Shanti was standing on the stove, Rahul stood very close to her and placed his hand lightly on her waist. "Aunty, your waist is so thin even now... how much you maintain it."

Shanti's body went through a current. She said nothing, just continued making tea. But her breathing had become faster.

Darpan had come back early from college. He secretly watched from the back window of the house. Rahul was standing very close to Mummy. Shanti's face showed the yearning that Darpan wanted. He turned on the recording on his phone – audio only, for backup.

Inside, Rahul shot deeper. "Aunty, if you want, I can give you the pleasure that uncle never could. Just say yes once."

Shanti pushed him away gently. “Rahul… don’t say such things. I… I am breaking inside.”

Rahul turned back and looked at her. “Then let me break you, Aunty. I will join you. You become mine.”

Shanti wiped the tears from her eyes and said, “You go now, son. Darpan will come.”

Rahul smiled and left. Reaching the door, he turned back and said, “I will wait, Aunty. Whenever you are ready.”

Darpan came home in the evening. Shanti was in the kitchen, her eyes red. Darpan hugged him – this time very tightly.

"Mummy, what happened? Are you missing Papa?"

Shanti cried and hid her face in his chest. "Son... your Papa betrayed me. What should I do now?"

Darpan said while caressing her hair, "Mummy, you are not alone. I am here. Whatever you want... I will fulfill it. You just be happy."

At that moment Shanti found immense peace in her son's arms. She hugged him more tightly. Darpan's hand was on her back, slowly moving downwards but she controlled it. There was no time now.

That night was the fast of Karva Chauth. Shanti had already made preparations – wore a saree, applied mehndi, performed a small puja. But when the moon appeared, she didn't drink water. She just looked at Ramesh's photo and started crying.

Darpan saw her and came closer. "Mummy, why this fast? For Papa? What did he do for you?"

Shanti put the photo aside. "Son... I don't know now."

Darpan handed her a glass of water. "Do whatever you want, Mummy. I am with you."

Shanti looked at the glass, then at Darpan. She slowly put the glass to her mouth and drank the water. She broke her fast. That moment, she completely separated herself from Ramesh.

It was 11 pm. The mirror was on in her room. He was watching through a hidden camera – Shanti was lying on her bed, phone in hand. She was chatting with Rahul.

Shanti: Rahul… I feel very lonely today.

Rahul: Aunty, can I come?

Shanti: No… the mirror is at home.

Rahul: Still… let me touch you just once. I know you are yearning.

Shanti read the message and put the phone aside. She closed her eyes and slowly took her hands inside her saree. Darpan was watching the screen – his mother was touching herself, slowly, and a soft moan was coming out of her mouth. “Rahul…”

Darpan's penis had become hard. But he did not do anything. He just kept watching. A new plan was forming in his mind – now he has to tease his mother more, tease her so much that she herself comes to him.

Now even the silence of the nights seemed different in the house. After Ramesh's departure, it seemed as if the whole house was feeling the fire inside Shanti. The mangalsutra was still lying in the drawer. Shanti went to the temple every morning and prayed, but her hands trembled. After breaking the fast, she was angry with herself and also felt a strange freedom.

Whenthe mirror came up in the morning, Shanti was in the kitchen. Today she was wearing a light green saree, which was fitting perfectly on her fair body. Her hair was loose, a little wet, she had just come out of the bath. Darpan saw it and his heart started pounding.

“Mummy… is the tea ready?” he asked in a normal voice, but his eyes stopped at the bulge in her mother's blouse.

Shanti turned and looked. There was tiredness and a new glow on his face. “Yes beta, sit. I will make it.”

Darpan sat on the table. When Shanti brought the tea, she deliberately bent down. Her pallu had slipped a little. Darpan held her breath. Shanti noticed, but lowered her eyes.

"Son... last night... you were going to the bathroom, right?" she asked softly, without opening her eyes.

Darpan smiled and said, "Yes, Mummy. I couldn't sleep. Did you get up too?"

Shanti's face turned red. "I got up to drink water. You... were in a towel."

Darpan held her hand. "Mummy, don't be shy. I am your son. You can see whatever you want."

Shanti freed her hand and quickly turned towards the kitchen. But there was a tremor in her gait. She was thinking from within – “What is happening to me? He is my son… and yet…”

In the afternoon, Rahul's message came. Shanti picked up the phone.

Rahul: Aunty, are you at home today? May I come? I am really longing to see you.

Shanti replied: “Darpan is at home. Don't come today.”

But deep inside, she was also longing. She kept the phone aside and went to her room. She closed the door and lay down on the bed. Her hands slowly went inside her saree. She was touching herself, eyes closed, and soft moans were coming out of her mouth. "Rahul... come on, son..."

Darpan was sitting in the hall. He was watching the entire scene through a hidden camera. His penis was throbbing. He pressed his hand over his pants, but controlled it. "Not yet... not yet..."

In the evening, Darpan sat next to Mummy. Today they watched TV together. A romantic serial was on, in which there was distance between husband and wife. Shanti was watching silently. In the serial, when the husband cheats on his wife, tears came to Shanti's eyes.

Darpan held her close to his chest. "Mummy... there's no need to cry. I am with you."

Shanti hid her face in his chest. Her breasts were pressed against the mirror's roof.

Darpan's hand was on her back, slowly moving downwards. Shanti felt it, but did not remove it. She just hugged him tighter.

"Son... I am very scared," she said sobbing.

Darpan kissed her head. "What are you scared of, Mummy? I will never hurt you. Whatever you want... I will do."

Shanti looked at him. Their eyes met. There was a moment when something deep was happening between them. Shanti quickly rolled her eyes and said, "I will make tea."

But when she got up, Darpan caught her hand and pulled her. Shanti fell into his lap. Both of them were breathing heavily.

"Son... leave me..." Shanti said softly.

Darpan kissed her cheek lightly. "Mummy... you are so beautiful. Papa did not appreciate you. I will."

Shanti's body was trembling. She slowly lifted her head from Darpan's face and got up. Her legs were trembling while going towards the kitchen.

Rahul called at night. Shanti picked it up quietly.

“Aunty… I was really wanting to visit you today.”

Shanti said softly, “Rahul… Darpan is at home. And… I am feeling very confused.”

Rahul smiled and said, “There is no need to be confused, Aunty. I can give you whatever you want. And Darpan will understand too one day.”

Shanti disconnected the call. Now three people were roaming in her mind – Ramesh (who was the cheater), Rahul (who knew her lust), and Darpan (who was her son but now seemed like something else too).

Darpan was sitting in his room, recording the entire call. There was a dark satisfaction on his face. “Now Mummy… you will come to me yourself.”

That night, there was a slight twist. Shanti received a call from Meena aunty. “Shanti, have you heard about Ramesh? He was seen with some girl in the office. Are you okay?”

Shanti told everything while crying on the call. Meena comforted her, but she also said, “Now you too live your life, sister. Don't stay alone.”

After the call was disconnected, Shanti was sitting outside. Darpan quietly came and sat beside her. He placed his hand on Mummy's shoulder.

"Mummy... whatever happens, I am with you. Always."

Shanti took his hand in hers and squeezed it gently. "Son... you are my everything now."

They both sat for a long time. The hall lights were off. Only the sound of their breathing could be heard. Darpan's hand was on Shanti's waist. Shanti didn't push him away.

The darkness of the night had spread in the house. Only the corner light of the hall was glowing dimly. Shanti was standing at the door of Darpan's room, wearing only a light pink nightie. Her long hair was open, there was lack of sleep in her eyes and something else too - a yearning that was no longer hidden.

"Son... I am not able to sleep. Can I sit with you?" Her voice was trembling.

Darpan got up from lying on the bed. He was wearing only shorts. "Come on Mummy... close the door."

Shanti came inside and closed the door slowly. The only sound in the room was their breathing. She sat next to Darpan on the bed. There was only an arm's length between them.

Darpan held her hand. "Mummy... what's the matter? Tell me."

Shanti held his hand tightly. "Son... I'm breaking down. Nothing feels right after your father betrayed me. I can't sleep the whole night. Sometimes I remember Rahul, sometimes... sometimes you."

Darpan pulled her towards his chest. Shanti didn't resist. She clung to his chest. Her large breasts were pressed against the mirror's ceiling. Darpan's hand was on her back, slowly moving up and down.

"Mummy... you are not alone. I am here. Whatever you want... I will give you. Love, peace... whatever you want."

Shanti hid her face in his chest. Her tears were falling on Darpan's skin. "Son... you are my son. All this is wrong, isn't it? Still... being near you gives my heart peace."

Both remained sitting like that for a long time. Darpan's hand had reached Shanti's waist. He was gently caressing her waist. Shanti's body was trembling, but she did not remove her hand. A soft moan escaped her mouth.

"Son... just stay here. Don't go."

Darpan kissed her forehead. Then her cheek. Shanti closed her eyes. Her hands were on Darpan's back, holding him tighter.

The night passed slowly. They remained embraced like that. No other step was taken, but whatever happened was enough. Shanti had now started feeling both son and man in her heart.

In the morning, when Suraj emerged, Shanti was asleep on Darpan's bed. Darpan was awake, watching her face. He slowly started playing with her hair. Shanti opened her eyes, startled.

"Son... how am I here?"

Darpan said with a smile, "You slept here last night, Mummy. Are you alright?"

Shanti tried to get up quickly. Her nightie had ridden up a little. She adjusted her pallu and said, "I'll make breakfast."

But as she was leaving, she turned back and looked at Darpan. There was shyness in his eyes, but also a new love.

In the afternoon, Aunt Meena came home. Shanti called her inside. They sat in the hall and started talking.

"Shanti, what you heard about Ramesh... is it true?" Meena asked.

Shanti wiped her tears and told her everything. Meena hugged her. "Now, sister, live your life. Don't live alone. And this Darpan boy is very nice. Look at him."

Shanti didn't say anything, just shook her head. After Meena left, she started thinking, "Everyone knows. What should I do now?"

Meanwhile, Rahul's message came: "Aunty, can we meet today? I miss you a lot."

Shanti replied: "Darpan is at home. We'll try tomorrow."

But now Darpan was more on her mind.

In the evening, Darpan came home from college. Shanti was preparing food for him. Darpan came from behind and held her gently - from behind.

"Mummy... you look very beautiful today."

Shanti tried to remove his hands from her, but slowly. "Son... let go. Someone will see."

"It's just the two of us at home, Mummy," Darpan said softly in his ear.

Shanti's body trembled again. She turned and looked at Darpan. Their eyes met. Darpan stopped very close to her lips. Shanti's breathing quickened, but she didn't move back.

"Son... this is wrong," she said softly.

Darpan lightly kissed her cheek. "What is wrong, Mummy? How can what the heart desires be wrong?"

Shanti closed her eyes. She rested her head on Darpan's chest. They stood like that for a while. Darpan's hand was on her waist, holding her close.

After dinner, the two sat in the hall and chatted. Shanti shared her old memories – college, marriage. Darpan listened and held her hand.

“Mummy… why have you been so lonely for so many years?”

Shanti said, holding back tears, “What could I do, beta? I was a faithful wife. I still am… but my heart is broken.”

Darpan hugged him. This time the hug was very deep. Shanti also held him tightly. Their bodies were pressed against each other. Darpan's breath was falling on Shanti's ear.

"Son... just stay here tonight," Shanti said softly.

They went into Darpan's room and lay down on the bed. Shanti lay with her head on Darpan's chest. Darpan's hand was in her hair. They talked like this all night—about love, pain, and some unspoken feelings.

Shanti occasionally ran her hand over Darpan's chest. Darpan caressed her waist. Nothing went too far, but what was happening was very deep.

Shanti woke up at 3 a.m. She went to the bathroom. When she returned, she looked at Darpan – he was sleeping, his bulge clearly visible in his shorts. Shanti kept watching for a long time. Her hands automatically went downwards, but she stopped herself.

She lay back on the bed and clung to Darpan. A soft moan escaped her mouth, “Son… what are you doing to me…”

Darpan woke up and held her tighter. “I am doing whatever you want, Mummy.”

After a Tormented Night The morning sun was entering the house, but Shanti's mind was growing darker and darker. She tried to get up from Darpan's bed and go to her room, but her legs wouldn't move. She remained sitting on the bed, glued to Darpan's chest all night. Her hands were still on her son's body. A strange battle was going on in her heart - "This is my son... my son... then why this feeling?"

Darpan had woken up. He stroked his mother's hair and said softly, "Mummy... it's morning. Are you alright?"

Shanti lifted her head from his chest. Her eyes were red. "Son... what happened last night... was wrong, wasn't it? I am your mother."

Darpan said, caressing his cheek, "What's wrong, Mummy? How can something that gives peace to the heart be wrong? You were so alone... I won't leave you alone."

Shanti didn't say anything. She just got up and went to her room. While closing the door, she turned back and looked at Darpan. A new fear and a new love were both alive in her heart.

A storm was about to hit the house in the afternoon. Rahul reached home without informing anyone. When Shanti opened the door, his face turned red.

“Rahul… you here? Darpan has gone to college.”

Rahul entered inside and closed the door. “Aunty… I can't wait any longer. I am yearning for you day and night.”

He pushed Shanti against the wall. Shanti's breathing became heavy. “Rahul… don't… son will come.”

Rahul came very close to her lips and said, "Aunty, you know what you want. Uncle cheated on you. Now I am here... give me a chance."

Shanti tried to push him away, but she didn't have the strength. Rahul kissed her lightly on the neck. Shanti's body trembled. A soft moan escaped her mouth.

But just then the door slammed. Darpan had come quickly from college.

Shanti quickly pushed Rahul away and ran to open the door. When Darpan came in, he saw Rahul sitting in the hall, and Shanti heading toward the kitchen, her face red.

Darpan didn't say anything. She just winked at Rahul and went to her room. Rahul understood—he'd have to stay for now.

That evening, all three were sitting in the hall. It was very quiet during dinner. Shanti was serving the food. Her hands were shaking. Darpan and Rahul were both watching her.

Darpan spoke softly, "Mummy... you seem tired today. Take a rest."

Rahul smiled and said, "Yes, aunty, you must be very tense. I'm here... talk to me."

Shanti looked at them. Now both boys were roaming in her heart. One was her son, who was with her every moment, and the other was the one who knew her desires.

At night, Darpan sent Rahul out and sat next to Mummy. “Mummy… why did Rahul come today?”

Shanti bent down and said, “Son… he just came to meet me.”]]> My Mother Shanti's Transformation

Hey friend, this story begins in a small middle-class home, where everything looks perfect from outside – a devoted wife, a hardworking husband, and a studious son.

But from inside? Everything was falling apart. Like an old radio that shines from outside, only warm stars are visible from inside.

Let's talk about Ramesh first . Age 52. Clerk in a government office. He leaves at 7 in the morning and returns tired at 10 in the night. People used to say – “Ramesh Bhai is very responsible.” Money for the house, his son's college dreams, his wife's clothes—he gave everything. But the most important thing a woman needs—time, love, and that deep nighttime pleasure—he never gave. For him, sex was just a 5-minute routine, and that too once or twice a month. The rest of the time, he would simply say, "I'm tired, Shanti," and go to sleep. Deep inside, he felt guilty, but he never admitted it. Ramesh was the kind of man who could be the perfect husband to show the world, but he would leave his wife empty inside.

Now Shanti . She was 41 years old, but looked exactly 32-33 years old. Fair complexion, long black hair that was always tied in a tight bun, full 38D boobs that could hardly be contained in the blouse of the saree, slim waist and the most amazing thing – that round, tight and full ass that shook with every step. Always a mangalsutra around her neck, a bindi on her forehead, small earrings in her ears. Just an ideal Indian housewife. She would go to the temple in the morning, perform puja, cook food for her son and husband, and take care of the house. People used to say, “Shanti Bahu is a goddess.” But at night, when Ramesh would fall asleep tired, she would quietly tuck her hands between her legs, close her eyes, and think about something else. Sometimes, even tears would come out. She was a devoted wife, true, but there was a fire burning in her body that refused to be extinguished. She never told anyone anything. She just kept suffering.

Their son, Darpan , 20 years old. He has just passed 12th and is preparing for college admission. Tall, handsome, with sharp features. A very simple boy from outside – his mother's darling, his father's dream boy. But inside? There was a fire that was slowly eating him up. Ever since he turned 18, he started watching porn. First normal girls, then mature women, and slowly his eyes started getting fixed on his own mother. He would stand secretly outside his mother's room at night and listen to her breathing. His penis would get erect on seeing her ass wrapped in her saree. He knew this was wrong, but he could not stop himself. Darpan's plan was slowly forming: to turn his mother into his whore, keep her under his control, and do whatever his inner lust desired. Rahul,

Darpan's closest friend. 20 years old, same college. He was even more arrogant and confident than Darpan. Tall, gym-toned body, always smiling. He'd been a frequent visitor to Darpan's house since childhood. He called Shanti "aunty," but deep down, he had a crush on her mother. Rahul was a master at wooing girls. He'd told Darpan many times, "Looking at your mother, it seems like she's yearning, brother." Darpan had never answered then, but now he was thinking he'd have to include Rahul in this game.

The other three friends would enter later, but I'll share their names now so the picture becomes clear:

Ravi – 21 saal, thoda gunda type, heavy built, rough language. Woh group ka muscle tha.
Sumit – 20 years old, smart and manipulative, most planning.
Brijesh – 19 years old, the youngest, but the biggest pervert. A fan of cameras and recording.

Monitoring Ramesh's mobile a little (idea of fake messages).
Increasing Rahul's visits to the house, on the pretext of cooking and normal things.
Putting small things against Papa in Shanti's mind.

Rahul was excited, "I am an expert in seducing mature women. But don't lose control, brother. She is your mother, the final call is yours."

Both of them shook hands. The tension point was that Rahul was a little too eager - Darpan felt that he would have to handle her slowly, otherwise the game could get spoiled.

Evening Home - Rahul's Visit

Rahul came home in the evening. Shanti opened the door. "Hey son, come, hasn't Darpan come yet?"

Rahul said smilingly, "Aunty, you make the house look so beautiful. And yourself too..."

Shanti felt embarrassed, "Shut up, you fool. Will you have tea?"

Yes, aunty."

The two sat in the hall and chatted. Rahul asked about cooking, and Shanti opened up. It had been a long time since she'd been so normal. Darpan watched from a distance—there was a different sparkle in his mother's smile.

Ramesh arrived late. He was tired. He simply said, "Rahul beta," and lay down on the sofa.

Everyone sat down according to the dinner table. Shanti was serving the food. Ramesh didn't look at her even once. Darpan noticed Shanti's hands were shaking slightly.

Everyone went to sleep that night. Darpan peeked out of her room. Shanti kitchen I was standing, alone, drinking water. There was a sad look on her face.

Shanti's Internal Monologue -

Shanti was lying in her room. Ramesh was snoring. She closed her eyes and thought:

"What wrong am I doing? I am a chaste woman, I take care of my son's house, I perform puja... yet why don't you extinguish this fire at night? Ramesh... you never made me feel like a woman. Now this Rahul... he just talks, but it feels so good."

She changed sides. Guilt and excitement mingled in her heart.

That night, Darpan checked Ramesh's mobile (which was charging in the hall). There was a message from office colleague Seema: "Coffee after the late meeting tomorrow?" It was casual, but perfect fuel for Darpan.

The next morning, Darpan called Rahul: "Game on."

But that same morning, Shanti saw an anonymous message on her phone (Darpan had sent it using a fake ID for testing): "Why are you alone? There are many people who can keep women like you happy."

Shanti was scared... but didn't delete it. She read the message slowly and put the phone aside. Her breathing quickened.

A new storm was rising in Shanti's mind - that anonymous message was echoing in her heart again and again. "Why are you alone?" This line was not letting her sleep the whole night. She knew this was wrong, but still she picked up the phone and read it again and again. She was caught between the religion of piety and the hunger of the body.

Morning time. Ramesh had left for office early. Today too he just said "bye" and left. Shanti went to see him off till the door, but there was no hope in her eyes. When she returned, Darpan was standing in the kitchen, looking at Mummy.

"Mummy, how are you today?" Darpan asked lovingly, coming from behind her.

Shanti was a little startled. "It's fine beta. Are you going to college?"

"Yes, but Rahul is coming today. He was saying that he misses your food a lot. Please make something for lunch today."

A slight smile appeared on Shanti's face. "Okay? Fine, let him know when he comes."

Darpan smiled from within. The plan was slowly moving forward.

Rahul's Visit - Cooking Session

Rahul arrived home around 1 pm. He looked even smarter in jeans and a tight T-shirt. Shanti opened the door and he complimented her bluntly, "Aunty, you look like a goddess today. This cream saree looks so good on you."

Shanti blushed, adjusting her pallu a little. "Stop it, son, come inside. Hasn't Darpan come yet?"

"He's in college, Aunty. He'll be late. I thought I'd help you in the kitchen." Rahul said with a smile and went straight into the kitchen.

Shanti felt a little awkward, but she didn't object. Both of them started working in the kitchen. Shanti was cutting vegetables, Rahul was standing beside her, a little closer.

"Aunty, after eating food cooked by you, it feels like I've got the taste of home," Rahul said softly, his gaze stopping on Shanti's breasts protruding from above her blouse.

Shanti said with a slight laugh, "You too... should I tell your mother?"

Rahul replied with a laugh, "My mother is nothing like you, Aunty. You're on a completely different level. Uncle is very lucky."

Shanti's hands froze for a moment. "Lucky? Sometimes I feel that way... forget it, son, he'll talk about all this."

But Rahul didn't budge. "Aunty, tell me the truth? Uncle doesn't seem to give you much time. You're so beautiful, so caring... he should have kept you happy."

Shanti remained silent. That anonymous message echoed in her mind again. She simply smiled and changed the topic, "Come on, let's make potato peas today. You cut the chillies."

Both of them continued talking. Rahul was slowly saying double meaning things - "Aunty, your hands are very soft... whatever you touch gets warm." Shanti understood, but she was unable to stop. She was yearning from within to hear someone's praise.

Darpan had come home secretly and was watching the entire scene from a distance. There was a slight tingling sensation in his penis, but he controlled it. "There is no time right now," he said to himself.

Emotional Drama - Family Dinner and Shanti's Guilt

Ramesh came in the evening. He was tired. Food was laid on the table—potatoes, peas, roti, and yogurt. Everyone was seated. Darpan noticed Shanti repeatedly checking Rahul's messages (Rahul had sent a thank you message after lunch).

Ramesh said once, "Shanti, I may have to go on an office tour tomorrow for four or five days."

Shanti simply said, "Yes." There was no sadness on her face. This struck Ramesh as well.

That night, when everyone went to sleep, Shanti was lying in her room. Ramesh had already fallen asleep. He picked up the phone and started chatting with Rahul (for the first time, he initiated it himself).

Shanti: Beta, was the food good today? Rahul: Aunty, very nice. I enjoyed being with you more. Shanti: You too… Rahul: Aunty, should I tell you the truth? Sitting next to you gives me peace of mind. Uncle doesn't seem to value me.

Shanti read the message and closed her eyes. A current ran through her body. She knew this was wrong, but still she replied: “Sometimes I feel yes…”

Slowly the chat became personal. Rahul complimented her, understood her feelings. Shanti felt for the first time that someone considered her a woman.

Darpan's Move and Hidden Tension

Darpan was sitting in his room. He had installed a small piece of software on his laptop that could track Ramesh's phone (to set up a fake affair). That night, he saw Ramesh having a casual chat with a colleague, Seema. "Coffee tomorrow?" Darpan took a screenshot. It would have been perfect evidence.

In the morning, Darpan went to the kitchen. Shanti was making tea. He went behind Mummy and gave her a gentle hug (just like a friendly hug).

"Mummy, are you okay? You're feeling sad about Papa's tour."

Shanti pushed his hand away from her, but slowly. "Son, everything is fine. Take care of yourself."

But when Darpan released him, his hand lingered on Shanti's waist for a little longer. Shanti felt it, but she said nothing. She was confused inside – her son's touch and Rahul's words were touching her in different ways.

Darpan and Rahul met in college that day.

Rahul: "Brother, your mother is freezing now. She spoke openly about it in the chat yesterday."

Darpan: "That's good, but don't rush it. First, tease her further. I'm also doing my work."

The morning sun was entering the house, but darkness shrouded Shanti's face. She sat in the temple room, hands folded. "God, give me courage... what am I doing," she said softly. But the chat with Rahul kept coming to her mind.

Darpan was in her room. She had worked hard all night—copied some real chats from Ramesh's mobile and added fake messages to them. She had even made a photo (an edited version of Ramesh and Seema from the office). Now the time had come to deliver the Wound of Truth.

Ramesh left early after breakfast. Shanti was standing in the kitchen when Darpan came in.

"Mummy, please sit down. I need to talk to you," Darpan said in a serious voice.

Shanti looked at him. "What happened, beta? Any college problems?"

Darpan put the phone on the table and turned on the screen. "Mummy... look at this. I've found out everything."

Shanti read the messages. At first, she didn't understand, but then his face turned pale. In the messages, Ramesh was calling Seema "jaanu," making plans to meet. In the photo, the two were seen close in a coffee shop.

"This... what is this, beta?" Shanti's voice was shaking.

Darpan held her hand. "Mummy, I accidentally checked Papa's phone. All this is going on. This with you... I can't tolerate it."

Tears welled up in Shanti's eyes. She sat down on the chair and covered her face with her hand. "For so many years... I've been doing everything for him. Puja, fasts, home... and this?"

Darpan hugged her - the hug lasted a little longer. "Mummy, you're not alone. I'm here. Whatever you want, I'll do it for you."

Shanti cried and held him tighter. That moment she saw no support except her son.

Rahul's Visit – Calculated Support

Rahul came in the afternoon. The mirror had told him everything. Rahul saw Shanti – her eyes were red.

“Aunty… what happened?” he asked lovingly.

Shanti told him everything (on the mirror's insistence). Rahul sat beside her and held her hand. “Aunty, you are so nice. Uncle has no right to do this. You deserve to be happy.”

Shanti did not say anything, she just wiped her tears. Rahul gently stroked her back – a comforting touch, but the mirror was watching from a distance. Tension was rising.

Darpan winked at Rahul - "Slow."

Evening Dinner - Heavy Silence

Ramesh came in the evening. Food was placed on the table. Everyone was eating quietly. Shanti did not even look at Ramesh. Ramesh felt a little strange.

"What happened to everyone today?" he asked.

Darpan gave a normal answer, "Nothing, Papa."

Shanti did not stop him, she just kept eating. There was a storm in her mind – betrayal, anger, and a new realization that now she too can do something.

Ramesh went to sleep at night. Shanti was sitting outside. Meena aunty called.

“Shanti, I heard there is someone else in the office about your husband… is it true?”

Shanti cut the call. Now the world also knew.

Shanti's Internal Breakdown & Resolve

Shanti was sitting in her room at 2 in the night. Tears were flowing. She sat in front of the temple and prayed, but she did not feel like doing it. Then she picked up the phone and messaged Rahul:

"Rahul beta... I feel really bad. Am I wrong to feel all this?"

Rahul replied immediately – supportive words, and a small compliment that warmed her up.

Darpan was sitting in his room, monitoring the entire scene (he had set up a hidden camera in the hall). There was satisfaction on his face, but also a tinge of guilt.

Two days after Ramesh's departure, the house was quiet. Darpan had dropped his father off at the station. Ramesh stood on the platform, looked at Shanti, and said, "Take care. Darpan is at home." That was all. No deep love, no "I will miss you." As the train pulled away, Shanti's heart swelled. She hadn't worn her mangalsutra yet. It lay in her drawer like an old memory.

As they returned home, Darpan held Mummy's hand. "Mummy, it's just the two of us now. Tell me whatever you need."

Shanti just tried to smile. "Yes, son."

But a storm was brewing inside. Rahul's last message was still on the phone - "Aunty, if you're alone, let me know... I'll come over."

The doorbell rang around 2 in the afternoon. Shanti opened the door and Rahul was standing there, a small gift packet in his hand and smiling.

"Aunty... you're alone today, right? Has Darpan gone to college?"

Shanti left the door open. "Yes, son, come in. Darpan will be in the evening."

Rahul came in and handed her the packet. "This is for you. You're so sad... let me smile a little."

Shanti opened the packet – inside was a small silver anklet, very beautiful. Tears came to her eyes. “Rahul beta… why all this?”

Rahul came near her and gently held her hand. “Because aunty, you deserve it. Uncle never made you feel this way, right? I want to.”

Shanti’s hand was trembling. She tried to free her hand, but Rahul did not let go. “Son… this is wrong. I am your aunty… Darpan’s mother.”

Rahul spoke in a low voice, "Aunty, you are a woman too. And every woman deserves love and happiness. Why are you yearning alone when I am here?"

Shanti closed her eyes. Ramesh's face and that edited photo came to her mind. She slowly let go of his hand and said, "I will make tea."

Both went into the kitchen, Rahul following behind. When Shanti was standing on the stove, Rahul stood very close to her and placed his hand lightly on her waist. "Aunty, your waist is so thin even now... how much you maintain it."

Shanti's body went through a current. She said nothing, just continued making tea. But her breathing had become faster.

Darpan had come back early from college. He secretly watched from the back window of the house. Rahul was standing very close to Mummy. Shanti's face showed the yearning that Darpan wanted. He turned on the recording on his phone – audio only, for backup.

Inside, Rahul shot deeper. "Aunty, if you want, I can give you the pleasure that uncle never could. Just say yes once."

Shanti pushed him away gently. “Rahul… don’t say such things. I… I am breaking inside.”

Rahul turned back and looked at her. “Then let me break you, Aunty. I will join you. You become mine.”

Shanti wiped the tears from her eyes and said, “You go now, son. Darpan will come.”

Rahul smiled and left. Reaching the door, he turned back and said, “I will wait, Aunty. Whenever you are ready.”

Darpan came home in the evening. Shanti was in the kitchen, her eyes red. Darpan hugged him – this time very tightly.

"Mummy, what happened? Are you missing Papa?"

Shanti cried and hid her face in his chest. "Son... your Papa betrayed me. What should I do now?"

Darpan said while caressing her hair, "Mummy, you are not alone. I am here. Whatever you want... I will fulfill it. You just be happy."

At that moment Shanti found immense peace in her son's arms. She hugged him more tightly. Darpan's hand was on her back, slowly moving downwards but she controlled it. There was no time now.

That night was the fast of Karva Chauth. Shanti had already made preparations – wore a saree, applied mehndi, performed a small puja. But when the moon appeared, she didn't drink water. She just looked at Ramesh's photo and started crying.

Darpan saw her and came closer. "Mummy, why this fast? For Papa? What did he do for you?"

Shanti put the photo aside. "Son... I don't know now."

Darpan handed her a glass of water. "Do whatever you want, Mummy. I am with you."

Shanti looked at the glass, then at Darpan. She slowly put the glass to her mouth and drank the water. She broke her fast. That moment, she completely separated herself from Ramesh.

It was 11 pm. The mirror was on in her room. He was watching through a hidden camera – Shanti was lying on her bed, phone in hand. She was chatting with Rahul.

Shanti: Rahul… I feel very lonely today.

Rahul: Aunty, can I come?

Shanti: No… the mirror is at home.

Rahul: Still… let me touch you just once. I know you are yearning.

Shanti read the message and put the phone aside. She closed her eyes and slowly took her hands inside her saree. Darpan was watching the screen – his mother was touching herself, slowly, and a soft moan was coming out of her mouth. “Rahul…”

Darpan's penis had become hard. But he did not do anything. He just kept watching. A new plan was forming in his mind – now he has to tease his mother more, tease her so much that she herself comes to him.

Now even the silence of the nights seemed different in the house. After Ramesh's departure, it seemed as if the whole house was feeling the fire inside Shanti. The mangalsutra was still lying in the drawer. Shanti went to the temple every morning and prayed, but her hands trembled. After breaking the fast, she was angry with herself and also felt a strange freedom.

Whenthe mirror came up in the morning, Shanti was in the kitchen. Today she was wearing a light green saree, which was fitting perfectly on her fair body. Her hair was loose, a little wet, she had just come out of the bath. Darpan saw it and his heart started pounding.

“Mummy… is the tea ready?” he asked in a normal voice, but his eyes stopped at the bulge in her mother's blouse.

Shanti turned and looked. There was tiredness and a new glow on his face. “Yes beta, sit. I will make it.”

Darpan sat on the table. When Shanti brought the tea, she deliberately bent down. Her pallu had slipped a little. Darpan held her breath. Shanti noticed, but lowered her eyes.

"Son... last night... you were going to the bathroom, right?" she asked softly, without opening her eyes.

Darpan smiled and said, "Yes, Mummy. I couldn't sleep. Did you get up too?"

Shanti's face turned red. "I got up to drink water. You... were in a towel."

Darpan held her hand. "Mummy, don't be shy. I am your son. You can see whatever you want."

Shanti freed her hand and quickly turned towards the kitchen. But there was a tremor in her gait. She was thinking from within – “What is happening to me? He is my son… and yet…”

In the afternoon, Rahul's message came. Shanti picked up the phone.

Rahul: Aunty, are you at home today? May I come? I am really longing to see you.

Shanti replied: “Darpan is at home. Don't come today.”

But deep inside, she was also longing. She kept the phone aside and went to her room. She closed the door and lay down on the bed. Her hands slowly went inside her saree. She was touching herself, eyes closed, and soft moans were coming out of her mouth. "Rahul... come on, son..."

Darpan was sitting in the hall. He was watching the entire scene through a hidden camera. His penis was throbbing. He pressed his hand over his pants, but controlled it. "Not yet... not yet..."

In the evening, Darpan sat next to Mummy. Today they watched TV together. A romantic serial was on, in which there was distance between husband and wife. Shanti was watching silently. In the serial, when the husband cheats on his wife, tears came to Shanti's eyes.

Darpan held her close to his chest. "Mummy... there's no need to cry. I am with you."

Shanti hid her face in his chest. Her breasts were pressed against the mirror's roof.

Darpan's hand was on her back, slowly moving downwards. Shanti felt it, but did not remove it. She just hugged him tighter.

"Son... I am very scared," she said sobbing.

Darpan kissed her head. "What are you scared of, Mummy? I will never hurt you. Whatever you want... I will do."

Shanti looked at him. Their eyes met. There was a moment when something deep was happening between them. Shanti quickly rolled her eyes and said, "I will make tea."

But when she got up, Darpan caught her hand and pulled her. Shanti fell into his lap. Both of them were breathing heavily.

"Son... leave me..." Shanti said softly.

Darpan kissed her cheek lightly. "Mummy... you are so beautiful. Papa did not appreciate you. I will."

Shanti's body was trembling. She slowly lifted her head from Darpan's face and got up. Her legs were trembling while going towards the kitchen.

Rahul called at night. Shanti picked it up quietly.

“Aunty… I was really wanting to visit you today.”

Shanti said softly, “Rahul… Darpan is at home. And… I am feeling very confused.”

Rahul smiled and said, “There is no need to be confused, Aunty. I can give you whatever you want. And Darpan will understand too one day.”

Shanti disconnected the call. Now three people were roaming in her mind – Ramesh (who was the cheater), Rahul (who knew her lust), and Darpan (who was her son but now seemed like something else too).

Darpan was sitting in his room, recording the entire call. There was a dark satisfaction on his face. “Now Mummy… you will come to me yourself.”

That night, there was a slight twist. Shanti received a call from Meena aunty. “Shanti, have you heard about Ramesh? He was seen with some girl in the office. Are you okay?”

Shanti told everything while crying on the call. Meena comforted her, but she also said, “Now you too live your life, sister. Don't stay alone.”

After the call was disconnected, Shanti was sitting outside. Darpan quietly came and sat beside her. He placed his hand on Mummy's shoulder.

"Mummy... whatever happens, I am with you. Always."

Shanti took his hand in hers and squeezed it gently. "Son... you are my everything now."

They both sat for a long time. The hall lights were off. Only the sound of their breathing could be heard. Darpan's hand was on Shanti's waist. Shanti didn't push him away.

The darkness of the night had spread in the house. Only the corner light of the hall was glowing dimly. Shanti was standing at the door of Darpan's room, wearing only a light pink nightie. Her long hair was open, there was lack of sleep in her eyes and something else too - a yearning that was no longer hidden.

"Son... I am not able to sleep. Can I sit with you?" Her voice was trembling.

Darpan got up from lying on the bed. He was wearing only shorts. "Come on Mummy... close the door."

Shanti came inside and closed the door slowly. The only sound in the room was their breathing. She sat next to Darpan on the bed. There was only an arm's length between them.

Darpan held her hand. "Mummy... what's the matter? Tell me."

Shanti held his hand tightly. "Son... I'm breaking down. Nothing feels right after your father betrayed me. I can't sleep the whole night. Sometimes I remember Rahul, sometimes... sometimes you."

Darpan pulled her towards his chest. Shanti didn't resist. She clung to his chest. Her large breasts were pressed against the mirror's ceiling. Darpan's hand was on her back, slowly moving up and down.

"Mummy... you are not alone. I am here. Whatever you want... I will give you. Love, peace... whatever you want."

Shanti hid her face in his chest. Her tears were falling on Darpan's skin. "Son... you are my son. All this is wrong, isn't it? Still... being near you gives my heart peace."

Both remained sitting like that for a long time. Darpan's hand had reached Shanti's waist. He was gently caressing her waist. Shanti's body was trembling, but she did not remove her hand. A soft moan escaped her mouth.

"Son... just stay here. Don't go."

Darpan kissed her forehead. Then her cheek. Shanti closed her eyes. Her hands were on Darpan's back, holding him tighter.

The night passed slowly. They remained embraced like that. No other step was taken, but whatever happened was enough. Shanti had now started feeling both son and man in her heart.

In the morning, when Suraj emerged, Shanti was asleep on Darpan's bed. Darpan was awake, watching her face. He slowly started playing with her hair. Shanti opened her eyes, startled.

"Son... how am I here?"

Darpan said with a smile, "You slept here last night, Mummy. Are you alright?"

Shanti tried to get up quickly. Her nightie had ridden up a little. She adjusted her pallu and said, "I'll make breakfast."

But as she was leaving, she turned back and looked at Darpan. There was shyness in his eyes, but also a new love.

In the afternoon, Aunt Meena came home. Shanti called her inside. They sat in the hall and started talking.

"Shanti, what you heard about Ramesh... is it true?" Meena asked.

Shanti wiped her tears and told her everything. Meena hugged her. "Now, sister, live your life. Don't live alone. And this Darpan boy is very nice. Look at him."

Shanti didn't say anything, just shook her head. After Meena left, she started thinking, "Everyone knows. What should I do now?"

Meanwhile, Rahul's message came: "Aunty, can we meet today? I miss you a lot."

Shanti replied: "Darpan is at home. We'll try tomorrow."

But now Darpan was more on her mind.

In the evening, Darpan came home from college. Shanti was preparing food for him. Darpan came from behind and held her gently - from behind.

"Mummy... you look very beautiful today."

Shanti tried to remove his hands from her, but slowly. "Son... let go. Someone will see."

"It's just the two of us at home, Mummy," Darpan said softly in his ear.

Shanti's body trembled again. She turned and looked at Darpan. Their eyes met. Darpan stopped very close to her lips. Shanti's breathing quickened, but she didn't move back.

"Son... this is wrong," she said softly.

Darpan lightly kissed her cheek. "What is wrong, Mummy? How can what the heart desires be wrong?"

Shanti closed her eyes. She rested her head on Darpan's chest. They stood like that for a while. Darpan's hand was on her waist, holding her close.

After dinner, the two sat in the hall and chatted. Shanti shared her old memories – college, marriage. Darpan listened and held her hand.

“Mummy… why have you been so lonely for so many years?”

Shanti said, holding back tears, “What could I do, beta? I was a faithful wife. I still am… but my heart is broken.”

Darpan hugged him. This time the hug was very deep. Shanti also held him tightly. Their bodies were pressed against each other. Darpan's breath was falling on Shanti's ear.

"Son... just stay here tonight," Shanti said softly.

They went into Darpan's room and lay down on the bed. Shanti lay with her head on Darpan's chest. Darpan's hand was in her hair. They talked like this all night—about love, pain, and some unspoken feelings.

Shanti occasionally ran her hand over Darpan's chest. Darpan caressed her waist. Nothing went too far, but what was happening was very deep.

Shanti woke up at 3 a.m. She went to the bathroom. When she returned, she looked at Darpan – he was sleeping, his bulge clearly visible in his shorts. Shanti kept watching for a long time. Her hands automatically went downwards, but she stopped herself.

She lay back on the bed and clung to Darpan. A soft moan escaped her mouth, “Son… what are you doing to me…”

Darpan woke up and held her tighter. “I am doing whatever you want, Mummy.”

After a Tormented Night The morning sun was entering the house, but Shanti's mind was growing darker and darker. She tried to get up from Darpan's bed and go to her room, but her legs wouldn't move. She remained sitting on the bed, glued to Darpan's chest all night. Her hands were still on her son's body. A strange battle was going on in her heart - "This is my son... my son... then why this feeling?"

Darpan had woken up. He stroked his mother's hair and said softly, "Mummy... it's morning. Are you alright?"

Shanti lifted her head from his chest. Her eyes were red. "Son... what happened last night... was wrong, wasn't it? I am your mother."

Darpan said, caressing his cheek, "What's wrong, Mummy? How can something that gives peace to the heart be wrong? You were so alone... I won't leave you alone."

Shanti didn't say anything. She just got up and went to her room. While closing the door, she turned back and looked at Darpan. A new fear and a new love were both alive in her heart.

A storm was about to hit the house in the afternoon. Rahul reached home without informing anyone. When Shanti opened the door, his face turned red.

“Rahul… you here? Darpan has gone to college.”

Rahul entered inside and closed the door. “Aunty… I can't wait any longer. I am yearning for you day and night.”

He pushed Shanti against the wall. Shanti's breathing became heavy. “Rahul… don't… son will come.”

Rahul came very close to her lips and said, "Aunty, you know what you want. Uncle cheated on you. Now I am here... give me a chance."

Shanti tried to push him away, but she didn't have the strength. Rahul kissed her lightly on the neck. Shanti's body trembled. A soft moan escaped her mouth.

But just then the door slammed. Darpan had come quickly from college.

Shanti quickly pushed Rahul away and ran to open the door. When Darpan came in, he saw Rahul sitting in the hall, and Shanti heading toward the kitchen, her face red.

Darpan didn't say anything. She just winked at Rahul and went to her room. Rahul understood—he'd have to stay for now.

That evening, all three were sitting in the hall. It was very quiet during dinner. Shanti was serving the food. Her hands were shaking. Darpan and Rahul were both watching her.

Darpan spoke softly, "Mummy... you seem tired today. Take a rest."

Rahul smiled and said, "Yes, aunty, you must be very tense. I'm here... talk to me."

Shanti looked at them. Now both boys were roaming in her heart. One was her son, who was with her every moment, and the other was the one who knew her desires.

At night, Darpan sent Rahul out and sat next to Mummy. “Mummy… why did Rahul come today?”

Shanti bent down and said, “Son… he just came to meet me.”]]> <![CDATA[Cuckold with Uncle Hammad]]> https://xossipy.com/thread-75178.html Fri, 04 Sep 2026 14:22:31 +0300 https://xossipy.com/thread-75178.html 4f 6 I 7jb]]> 4f 6 I 7jb]]> <![CDATA[గీతగోవిందం]]> https://xossipy.com/thread-75175.html Fri, 04 Sep 2026 08:58:04 +0300 https://xossipy.com/thread-75175.html announce

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హాయ్ రీడర్స్!
మరో కొత్త కథతో త్వరలో మీ ముందుకు రాబోతున్నాను.
కథ: “గీతగోవిందం” Heart

ఇది తమిళ్ రైటర్ "వెంక్యగీతూ " గారు రాసారు నేను ఈ కథను ఒక్క మన తెలుగు నేటివ్ 30 % మర్చి రాస్తున్నా.. Namaskar

NOTE : ఇది ఒక్క ఫాంటసీ స్టోరీ నేను రోజు కలలో కనే కలల ప్రపంచం , ఎందుకో తెలియదు... తమిళ్ రైటర్స్ సెక్సీ స్టోరీస్ రాయడంలో ఒక్క ప్రత్యక గుర్తింపు ఉంటుంది.. ఆలా అని మన తెలుగు రైటర్స్ తక్కువ అని కాదు మన వాళ్ళు కూడా చాల బాగా రాస్తారు... కానీ ప్రతి ఒక్కరికి ఒక్క సొంత శైలి ఉంటుంది కదా.

ఈ కథ కూడా త్వరలోనే ప్రారంభం కాబోతుంది. నా మిగతా కథలకు మీరు ఎంత మంచి సపోర్ట్ ఇచ్చారో, అదే ప్రేమను ఈ కొత్త కథకు కూడా అందిస్తారని ఆశిస్తున్నాను.
మీరు చూపించే ఆదరణ, కామెంట్స్, ఫీడ్‌బ్యాక్ నాకు ఎప్పుడూ మరింత ఉత్సాహంతో రాయడానికి ప్రోత్సాహం ఇస్తాయి.
త్వరలోనే కథతో మీ ముందుకు వస్తాను...
చదివి మీ అభిప్రాయం చెప్పడం మాత్రం మర్చిపోవద్దు.
మీ సపోర్ట్ ఎప్పటిలాగే కావాలి! thanks

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]]> <![CDATA[Help]]> https://xossipy.com/thread-75173.html Fri, 04 Sep 2026 06:07:14 +0300 https://xossipy.com/thread-75173.html <![CDATA[లేడీస్ చేంజింగ్ రూమ్]]> https://xossipy.com/thread-75172.html Fri, 04 Sep 2026 00:03:23 +0300 https://xossipy.com/thread-75172.html లేడీస్ చేంజింగ్ రూం

మే నెల ఆరో తారీఖు. సూర్యుడు వీరంగం ఆడే రోజులు. ఏసి లేకుండా ఉండలేని పరిస్థితి. సాయంత్రం ఎనిమిది గంటల సమయం.‌చల్లటి సాయంత్రాన మొదలయింది రిసెప్షన్. ఒక పెద్ద ఫంక్షన్ హాలులో గార్డెన్ లో వేదిక ఏర్పాటు చేశారు.

వధువరులు ఇద్దరు వేదిక మీద ఉన్నారు. వరుడు సూట్ లో, వధువు అద్దాలు పొదిగిన తెల్ల లెహెంగాలో కళకళలాడుతుంది. వారి తల్లిదండ్రులు వేదికపైకి ఇరువైపులా ఉండి అతిథులని పలకరిస్తూ ఉన్నారు. సౌండ్ సిస్టంలో పాట మోగుతుంది. వచ్చినవాళ్ల పిల్లలు వాల్లకెం పెట్టినట్లు పరుగులు పెడుతూ డెకరేషన్ తాలుకు బెలున్లు, పువ్వులు లాగేస్తున్నారు. కాస్త వయసుకి వచ్చిన యువతీ యువకులు ఫోన్లో ఫోటోలు, స్నాప్ లు తీసే పనిలో ఉన్నారు. ఫంక్షన్కి వచ్చిన అంకుల్స్ లో కొందరు డైనింగ్ ఏరియా వెనుక ఏర్పాటు చేసిన ముందు టేబుల్స్ దగ్గర కుర్చొని ఆఫిస్, రాజకీయాలు, ఇఎంఐలు అని బోరింగ్ కబుర్లలో పడ్డారు. ఇంకొందరు స్టేజి ఎదురుగా ఉన్న సిట్టింగ్ ఏరియాలో కుర్చొని అవె కబుర్లలో ఉన్నారు.

వీటన్నింటికీ దూరంగా, స్టేజ్ వెనుక ఉన్న ఫంక్షన్ తరుపు అకమడేషన్ బిల్డింగ్ గ్రౌండ్ ఫ్లోర్ లో వరండా గుండ నడిచి చివరకు వెళ్తే తలుపు మూసి లోపల నుంచి గడి పెట్టి ఉన్న గది. ఆ గది తలుపుకి తెల్లని పెయింట్ లో రాసిన అక్షరాలు "లేడీస్ చేంజింగ్ రూం."

ఫంక్షన్ ప్రపంచానికి, మగవాల్ల చూపులకి, మోగుల్ల పిలుపులుకి, పిల్లల అల్లరికి దూరంగా. పట్టు చీరల వేడికి పట్టిన చెమట పెర్ఫ్యూమ్, పౌడర్లతొ కలగలిసిన సువాసనతో నిండిపోయి, గాజులు చప్పుల్లు, సన్నని గుసగుసలు, చిలిపి నవ్వుల సంగీతంలో తరించి పోతుంది ఆ గది.

గదిలోకి సౌండ్ సిస్టం పాటలు లీలగా వినిపిస్తున్నాయి.మంచం మీద హ్యాండ్ బ్యాగ్ లు, సోఫా మీద టవల్స్, ఇన్వర్స్ చిందరవందరగా పడేసి ఉన్నాయి. డ్రెస్సింగ్ టేబుల్ అద్దం ముందు మేకప్ సామాను అంటే తెరిచి పెట్టిన లిప్ స్టిక్స్, మస్కారా పెన్సిల్స్, పౌడర్ పఫ్స్ అస్తవ్యస్తంగా ఉన్నాయి ఎవరో వాడెసారు కాని ఎవరైనా వాడొచ్చు అన్నటుగా.

ఆ గదిలో వయసు, పెద్ద, చిన్న తారతమ్యాలు లేవు. పెళ్లైనవిడ అవ్వని అమ్మాయి అని లేదు. కాలేజీ వయసు పిల్లలు ఉన్న ఆంటీ నుంచి కాలేజీ మోన్నే పూర్తి చేసి ఉద్యోగంలో చేరిన అమ్మాయి వరకు అందరు మనసు విప్పి కోరికలు, రహస్యాలు, కోపాలు, చికాకులు, మనసు విప్పి పంచుకునే చోటు ఇది. చిలిపిగా అల్లరి చేస్తు ఒకరిని ఒకరు ఆటపట్టించుకునే మందిరం ఇది.

మరి అంత స్వేచ్ఛ, ధైర్యం ఇచ్చే గదిలో ఎన్ని రహస్యాలు బయట పడతాయో. ఎన్ని కాపురాల నిజాలు తెలుస్తాయో. ఎన్ని మంచి సలహాలు, ఎన్ని ముంచే సలహాలు, ఎన్ని నవ్వులు వినిపిస్తాయో చూడాలి.]]> <![CDATA[ప్రియనేస్తం]]> https://xossipy.com/thread-75171.html Thu, 03 Sep 2026 23:17:23 +0300 https://xossipy.com/thread-75171.html గత కొన్ని సంవత్సరాలుగా ఈ వేదికలో కథలు చదువుతూ ఉండేది. నేనొక కథ రాయగలను అనిపిస్తోంది. కావున ఇది నాయొక్క మొదటి ప్రయత్నం.

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ఇరుగూ పొరుగూ వాళ్ళు చూస్తూనే ఉంటారులే. కుటుంబంతో తిట్లు తప్పవులే. భర్తను పోగొట్టుకున్న ఒంటరితనం నేనెరుగుదును.

ప్రేమని అనవచ్చో లేదో? వయసు వ్యత్యాసం ఉంటేనేమి? సాత్విక్ ను పెళ్ళాడి వాడిని ఇంటివాడిని చేసుకున్న నాకు తెలుసు మా బంధం ఎటువంటిదో.

పరులు పలురకాలుగా పల్లుకొరుక్కున్నా సరి, సాత్వీ ప్రేమను పొందిన తృప్తి చాలు. ప్రేమ అనకూడదేమో? మీపాటివారికి ఇది కామంగానే కనిపించవచ్చు, మాపాటి ముద్దులు మాకు ప్రేమే. ఔనన్నా కాదన్నా కామమన్నా ప్రేమనే చెప్పుకొని చెలరేగుతూనే ఉంటాము.

వాడు నలుగురిలో నడుము పట్టుకొని నడిపిస్తూ స్వంతం చేసుకునే తీరు మా బంధం. చెట్టుచాటుకో గొడచాటుకో చపక్కున ఓ ముద్ధిచ్చే చురుకుతనం మా కామం. అల్లారుముద్దుగా ఒళ్ళో పాలబుగ్గలతో ఆడించి నిద్రపుచ్చేది నా ప్రేమ. నిద్రపట్టకపోతే నన్నూ నిద్రపోనివ్వకుండా పక్క నలిపేసేది వాడి ప్రేమ.

అక్రమసంబంధం అని మీరంటే మీ దెప్పుల్లని చెరిపేస్తూ పెళ్ళి చేసుకున్నాను. ఇప్పుడు తెగించిన తాపం అంటే ముక్కుసూటిగా నా మొగుడు అని చెప్పుకుంటాను, ఇంకేమి అనగలరు మీరు?

ఇంతకీ మా ప్రేమకథ మీకు తెలియాలి? కామకథ అనుకుంటే అనుకోండి మీ మనసు అట్టిధి మరి.

సొంత ఇల్లు, సుఖమైన సంసారం. మా ఆయన సుధాకర్, సూపర్ మార్కెట్ వుంది. ప్రొద్దున్నే పోయి షాపులో కూర్చుంటాడు. మధ్యాహ్నం నేనే డబ్బా పట్టుకెల్లిస్తాను. సాయంత్రానికి అలా ఒకసారి ఇంటికి వచ్చి నాకో ముద్దిచ్చి నన్నూ తీసుకునెళ్తారు. సాయంత్రం అక్కడే గడిచాక, మాపటేలకు భోజనం చేసి మంచం ఎక్కితే చలి పుట్టుకొచ్చేది. అలసటను తీర్చుకోకుండా నిద్రపట్టుతుందా చెప్పండి.

అలక లేని అచ్చయముచ్చటైన మా దాంపత్యంలోకి, సాత్విక్ గాడు మొదట షాపులో పని పిల్లాడిగా, పక్కింటిలో అద్దెకు, తరువాత ఇంట్లోకే వచ్చాడు. సుధాకర్ గారి దృష్టిలో పనిదొంగ, లత అక్కకు మాత్రం ముద్దు దొంగ.]]> గత కొన్ని సంవత్సరాలుగా ఈ వేదికలో కథలు చదువుతూ ఉండేది. నేనొక కథ రాయగలను అనిపిస్తోంది. కావున ఇది నాయొక్క మొదటి ప్రయత్నం.

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ఇరుగూ పొరుగూ వాళ్ళు చూస్తూనే ఉంటారులే. కుటుంబంతో తిట్లు తప్పవులే. భర్తను పోగొట్టుకున్న ఒంటరితనం నేనెరుగుదును.

ప్రేమని అనవచ్చో లేదో? వయసు వ్యత్యాసం ఉంటేనేమి? సాత్విక్ ను పెళ్ళాడి వాడిని ఇంటివాడిని చేసుకున్న నాకు తెలుసు మా బంధం ఎటువంటిదో.

పరులు పలురకాలుగా పల్లుకొరుక్కున్నా సరి, సాత్వీ ప్రేమను పొందిన తృప్తి చాలు. ప్రేమ అనకూడదేమో? మీపాటివారికి ఇది కామంగానే కనిపించవచ్చు, మాపాటి ముద్దులు మాకు ప్రేమే. ఔనన్నా కాదన్నా కామమన్నా ప్రేమనే చెప్పుకొని చెలరేగుతూనే ఉంటాము.

వాడు నలుగురిలో నడుము పట్టుకొని నడిపిస్తూ స్వంతం చేసుకునే తీరు మా బంధం. చెట్టుచాటుకో గొడచాటుకో చపక్కున ఓ ముద్ధిచ్చే చురుకుతనం మా కామం. అల్లారుముద్దుగా ఒళ్ళో పాలబుగ్గలతో ఆడించి నిద్రపుచ్చేది నా ప్రేమ. నిద్రపట్టకపోతే నన్నూ నిద్రపోనివ్వకుండా పక్క నలిపేసేది వాడి ప్రేమ.

అక్రమసంబంధం అని మీరంటే మీ దెప్పుల్లని చెరిపేస్తూ పెళ్ళి చేసుకున్నాను. ఇప్పుడు తెగించిన తాపం అంటే ముక్కుసూటిగా నా మొగుడు అని చెప్పుకుంటాను, ఇంకేమి అనగలరు మీరు?

ఇంతకీ మా ప్రేమకథ మీకు తెలియాలి? కామకథ అనుకుంటే అనుకోండి మీ మనసు అట్టిధి మరి.

సొంత ఇల్లు, సుఖమైన సంసారం. మా ఆయన సుధాకర్, సూపర్ మార్కెట్ వుంది. ప్రొద్దున్నే పోయి షాపులో కూర్చుంటాడు. మధ్యాహ్నం నేనే డబ్బా పట్టుకెల్లిస్తాను. సాయంత్రానికి అలా ఒకసారి ఇంటికి వచ్చి నాకో ముద్దిచ్చి నన్నూ తీసుకునెళ్తారు. సాయంత్రం అక్కడే గడిచాక, మాపటేలకు భోజనం చేసి మంచం ఎక్కితే చలి పుట్టుకొచ్చేది. అలసటను తీర్చుకోకుండా నిద్రపట్టుతుందా చెప్పండి.

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সেদিন ছিল বৃহস্পতিবার, ডিসেম্বরের কুয়াশা-মাখা বিকেল। টিউশন থেকে ফিরছি। মাথায় হুডি টানা, নাক দিয়ে অল্প সাদা ধোঁয়া বেরোচ্ছে। কিন্তু অবাক কাণ্ড—টিউশন ক্লাসটা ছুটি হয়ে গেছে। স্যার মেসেজ দিয়েছিলেন বটে, আমি সেটা দেখিনি। এখন ভাবুন, ফিরতে হবে আবার বাড়ি।

বাড়ির সামনে এসে দেখি দরজার বাইরে দুজোড়া চটি পড়ে আছে।

একটা পুরুষের, কালো স্ট্র্যাপ-ওয়ালা। আরেকটা মেয়েদের, লাল ফিতে দেওয়া। আমি ভুরু কুঁচকে তাকিয়ে থাকি। আমাদের তো অতিথি বলতে কেউ আসে না প্রায়। জয়া মাসি ছাড়া। কিন্তু পুরুষটা কে?

খটকা লাগল।

আমি খুব সাবধানে দরজা ঠেললাম। কব্জা থেকে কোনও শব্দ নয়—খুব ধীরে ধীরে। ভেতরে ঢুকেই থমকে গেলাম। প্যাসেজটা অন্ধকার, কিন্তু বেডরুমের দরজা আধখোলা। ভেতর থেকে মায়ের গলা ভেসে আসছে।

আমার বুকটা ধপ করে উঠল। পায়ের পাতা দুটো মেঝেতে আটকে গেল যেন। শরীরের সমস্ত রক্ত তলায় নামছে আর মাথাটা ফাঁকা হয়ে যাচ্ছে। দেয়ালে হেলান দিয়ে দাঁড়ালাম। নিঃশ্বাস বন্ধ করে কান পাতলাম।

"না, জয়া... আমি পারছি না... এটা ঠিক হচ্ছে না..."

ওটা মায়ের গলা। নরম, কাঁপা কাঁপা।

"আহা, কী যে বলো তুমি সীমা," জয়া মাসির গলা চিনতে অসুবিধে হল না। পুরু, ধাতব একটা গলা। "একবার ভেবেই দ্যাখ। তোর এই কষ্ট দেখে আমার ঘুম হয় না। সংসার চলে না, শুভর পড়ার খরচ, ওষুধের দাম—বল না, সামলাচ্ছিস কী করে?"

কোনও উত্তর নেই। শুধু হালকা ফিসফিসানি।

আমি আস্তে করে এক পা এগোলাম। দরজার ফাঁকটা বড় করে ধরলাম আঙুল দিয়ে। ভেতরে বিছানার এককোণায় মা বসে আছে, পরনে সবুজ পাড়ের তাতের লাল শাড়ি। আঁচলটা মাথায় হাল্কা তোলা ছিল, এখন নেমে গেছে ঘাড়ে। পাশে জয়া মাসি। আরেকজন পুরুষ—সে জানলার পাশে চুপ করে দাঁড়িয়ে। লম্বা, ফরসা, গায়ে সাদা পাঞ্জাবি। চোখে চশমা। বয়স পঞ্চাশের আশপাশ। অচেনা।

ওই লোকটাকে দেখেই মনে হল যেন রক্ত জমাট বেঁধে গেল। আঙুলগুলো কেঁপে উঠল। দরজার কাঠ শক্ত করে চেপে ধরলাম।

জয়া মাসি মায়ের পিঠে হাত রাখল। বড় দিদির মতো। "একদম ভয় নেই সীমা। অজয় বাবু খুব ভালো মানুষ। শুধু একটু সঙ্গ চান, শুধু একটু সময় কাটাতে চান। নিজের মতো করে। তোর কোনও ক্ষতি হবে না। আর আমি তো এই ঘরেই থাকছি বসে। তুই একদম চিন্তা করিস না।"

মা মুখ নামিয়ে রইল। তার ঠোঁটের কোণ কাঁপছে। চোয়াল টা কেমন শক্ত হয়ে রয়েছে।

জয়া মাসি বলেই চলেছে, "দেখ, এ কিন্তু কোনও অন্যায় কাজ না। তোর নিজের ইচ্ছাই আসল। কেউ জোর করছে না। অজয় বাবু নিজে চান যাতে তুই রাজি হোস, খুশি থাকিস। তিনি মহিলাদের খুব সম্মান করেন। কত মেয়ের সঙ্গে মিশেছেন, কেউ কোনওদিন অভিযোগ করেনি।"

অজয় বাবু এতক্ষণ চুপ করে দাঁড়িয়েছিলেন। এই প্রথম কথা বললেন, "আমি আসলে..."

মৃদু গলা। ধীর, থেমে থেমে।

"আমি চাই আপনি আরামে থাকেন। স্বাচ্ছন্দ্যে থাকেন। কিছু নিয়ে তাড়াহুড়ো নয়। যদি খারাপ লাগে, সরাসরি বলে দেবেন। আমি উঠে চলে যাব।"

মা মুখ তুলে দেখল ওঁকে। তারপর আবার চোখ নামিয়ে নিল। ঠোঁট দুটো সামান্য ফাঁক হল, কিন্তু কোনও কথা বেরোল না।

জয়া মাসি ফের বলতে লাগল, "অজয় বাবু পূর্ণিমার রাতের গল্প বলবেন তোকে, গান শোনাবেন। তিনি কিন্তু বেশ ক্ল্যাসিক্যাল জানেন। শুধু সময় কাটাবেন একটু। নিজের ভালো লাগার জন্য। আর পনেরো হাজার টাকা—একেবারে অ্যাডভান্স। কাল সকালেই বায়না পাঠিয়ে দেবে। তোর শুভর পরীক্ষার ফর্ম ফিলাপ হবে, বাকিটা দিয়ে ওষুধপত্তর..."

মায়ের চোখেমুখে তখন যা দেখলাম, সেটা ভাষায় বোঝানোর নয়। বিভ্রান্তি। দ্বিধা। কৌতূহলের আভাস। আর তার নিচে কোথাও—হয়তো বা স্বস্তি? নিজের একটা সিদ্ধান্তের ভার অন্য কারও কাঁধে ছেড়ে দেওয়ার এক ধরনের আরাম?

জয়া মাসি হাত বাড়ালো। "আরে তোর শাড়ির আঁচলটা একটু ঠিক করে দিই। পাড়টা বেরিয়ে আছে। একদম বউদি সেজেছিস।"

মা হেসে ফেলল। কী জানি কী মনে করে। হাসিটা একটু নার্ভাস, একটু লাজুক।]]>
সেদিন ছিল বৃহস্পতিবার, ডিসেম্বরের কুয়াশা-মাখা বিকেল। টিউশন থেকে ফিরছি। মাথায় হুডি টানা, নাক দিয়ে অল্প সাদা ধোঁয়া বেরোচ্ছে। কিন্তু অবাক কাণ্ড—টিউশন ক্লাসটা ছুটি হয়ে গেছে। স্যার মেসেজ দিয়েছিলেন বটে, আমি সেটা দেখিনি। এখন ভাবুন, ফিরতে হবে আবার বাড়ি।

বাড়ির সামনে এসে দেখি দরজার বাইরে দুজোড়া চটি পড়ে আছে।

একটা পুরুষের, কালো স্ট্র্যাপ-ওয়ালা। আরেকটা মেয়েদের, লাল ফিতে দেওয়া। আমি ভুরু কুঁচকে তাকিয়ে থাকি। আমাদের তো অতিথি বলতে কেউ আসে না প্রায়। জয়া মাসি ছাড়া। কিন্তু পুরুষটা কে?

খটকা লাগল।

আমি খুব সাবধানে দরজা ঠেললাম। কব্জা থেকে কোনও শব্দ নয়—খুব ধীরে ধীরে। ভেতরে ঢুকেই থমকে গেলাম। প্যাসেজটা অন্ধকার, কিন্তু বেডরুমের দরজা আধখোলা। ভেতর থেকে মায়ের গলা ভেসে আসছে।

আমার বুকটা ধপ করে উঠল। পায়ের পাতা দুটো মেঝেতে আটকে গেল যেন। শরীরের সমস্ত রক্ত তলায় নামছে আর মাথাটা ফাঁকা হয়ে যাচ্ছে। দেয়ালে হেলান দিয়ে দাঁড়ালাম। নিঃশ্বাস বন্ধ করে কান পাতলাম।

"না, জয়া... আমি পারছি না... এটা ঠিক হচ্ছে না..."

ওটা মায়ের গলা। নরম, কাঁপা কাঁপা।

"আহা, কী যে বলো তুমি সীমা," জয়া মাসির গলা চিনতে অসুবিধে হল না। পুরু, ধাতব একটা গলা। "একবার ভেবেই দ্যাখ। তোর এই কষ্ট দেখে আমার ঘুম হয় না। সংসার চলে না, শুভর পড়ার খরচ, ওষুধের দাম—বল না, সামলাচ্ছিস কী করে?"

কোনও উত্তর নেই। শুধু হালকা ফিসফিসানি।

আমি আস্তে করে এক পা এগোলাম। দরজার ফাঁকটা বড় করে ধরলাম আঙুল দিয়ে। ভেতরে বিছানার এককোণায় মা বসে আছে, পরনে সবুজ পাড়ের তাতের লাল শাড়ি। আঁচলটা মাথায় হাল্কা তোলা ছিল, এখন নেমে গেছে ঘাড়ে। পাশে জয়া মাসি। আরেকজন পুরুষ—সে জানলার পাশে চুপ করে দাঁড়িয়ে। লম্বা, ফরসা, গায়ে সাদা পাঞ্জাবি। চোখে চশমা। বয়স পঞ্চাশের আশপাশ। অচেনা।

ওই লোকটাকে দেখেই মনে হল যেন রক্ত জমাট বেঁধে গেল। আঙুলগুলো কেঁপে উঠল। দরজার কাঠ শক্ত করে চেপে ধরলাম।

জয়া মাসি মায়ের পিঠে হাত রাখল। বড় দিদির মতো। "একদম ভয় নেই সীমা। অজয় বাবু খুব ভালো মানুষ। শুধু একটু সঙ্গ চান, শুধু একটু সময় কাটাতে চান। নিজের মতো করে। তোর কোনও ক্ষতি হবে না। আর আমি তো এই ঘরেই থাকছি বসে। তুই একদম চিন্তা করিস না।"

মা মুখ নামিয়ে রইল। তার ঠোঁটের কোণ কাঁপছে। চোয়াল টা কেমন শক্ত হয়ে রয়েছে।

জয়া মাসি বলেই চলেছে, "দেখ, এ কিন্তু কোনও অন্যায় কাজ না। তোর নিজের ইচ্ছাই আসল। কেউ জোর করছে না। অজয় বাবু নিজে চান যাতে তুই রাজি হোস, খুশি থাকিস। তিনি মহিলাদের খুব সম্মান করেন। কত মেয়ের সঙ্গে মিশেছেন, কেউ কোনওদিন অভিযোগ করেনি।"

অজয় বাবু এতক্ষণ চুপ করে দাঁড়িয়েছিলেন। এই প্রথম কথা বললেন, "আমি আসলে..."

মৃদু গলা। ধীর, থেমে থেমে।

"আমি চাই আপনি আরামে থাকেন। স্বাচ্ছন্দ্যে থাকেন। কিছু নিয়ে তাড়াহুড়ো নয়। যদি খারাপ লাগে, সরাসরি বলে দেবেন। আমি উঠে চলে যাব।"

মা মুখ তুলে দেখল ওঁকে। তারপর আবার চোখ নামিয়ে নিল। ঠোঁট দুটো সামান্য ফাঁক হল, কিন্তু কোনও কথা বেরোল না।

জয়া মাসি ফের বলতে লাগল, "অজয় বাবু পূর্ণিমার রাতের গল্প বলবেন তোকে, গান শোনাবেন। তিনি কিন্তু বেশ ক্ল্যাসিক্যাল জানেন। শুধু সময় কাটাবেন একটু। নিজের ভালো লাগার জন্য। আর পনেরো হাজার টাকা—একেবারে অ্যাডভান্স। কাল সকালেই বায়না পাঠিয়ে দেবে। তোর শুভর পরীক্ষার ফর্ম ফিলাপ হবে, বাকিটা দিয়ে ওষুধপত্তর..."

মায়ের চোখেমুখে তখন যা দেখলাম, সেটা ভাষায় বোঝানোর নয়। বিভ্রান্তি। দ্বিধা। কৌতূহলের আভাস। আর তার নিচে কোথাও—হয়তো বা স্বস্তি? নিজের একটা সিদ্ধান্তের ভার অন্য কারও কাঁধে ছেড়ে দেওয়ার এক ধরনের আরাম?

জয়া মাসি হাত বাড়ালো। "আরে তোর শাড়ির আঁচলটা একটু ঠিক করে দিই। পাড়টা বেরিয়ে আছে। একদম বউদি সেজেছিস।"

মা হেসে ফেলল। কী জানি কী মনে করে। হাসিটা একটু নার্ভাস, একটু লাজুক।]]> <![CDATA[With my keep]]> https://xossipy.com/thread-75163.html Thu, 03 Sep 2026 09:44:19 +0300 https://xossipy.com/thread-75163.html https://photos.app.goo.gl/9XfhdYpeqtB7q52m7

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]]> <![CDATA[NENU MA FAMILY]]> https://xossipy.com/thread-75162.html Thu, 03 Sep 2026 05:05:51 +0300 https://xossipy.com/thread-75162.html Hi Andariki Na peru Sreeja . Ma village vachesi Nizamabad daggara palletooru. Na age 18 untundi ee incident jariginapudu. Ma amma peru Sri Latha tanu ma uriloney oka Kirana shop lo Pani chestundi. Ma amma pani chesey chuttu adi pedda market la untundi eppudu manushula tho nindi untundi . Ma amma pani chestunna shop pakkana chala shops kuda unnayi vallatho amma tho parichayam kuda undi apudapudu matladutaru kuda amma tho. Ma Amma age vachesi 37 untundi chala andamga untundi tanu . Tana Old photos chustey exact ga Thrisha ki sister untey ela untundi ala untundi tanu. Ma dad Peru Raju age 40 pakkaney unna city lo Oka hospital lo security ga work chestadi. Ma Ammaki ma dad antey Chala istam . Madi poor family na chinnapatinunchi ma amma chala kastapadindi ma family kosam . Amma chala decent ga undedi kani oka incident tana mida unna opinion ni mottam marchesindi. Idi nen degree lo hostel lo pakka city lo join ayyanu . Appudu Nak chala lonely ga undedi hostel lo undadaniki. Appudey konni days ki Homesick holidays icharu intiki vachesanu chaala happy ga feel ayyanu vachaka. Ah roju night aindi ma dad ki apudapudu night duty vestaru ma dad vellipoyadu . Nenu and ma amma unnamu dinner Chesi bedroom loki vellipoyam iddaru . Ma amma nanna nenu Andaram Kalisi okatey bedroom lo padukuntamu. Ala nenu Amma bedroom loki vellamu appudey amma ki oka call vachindi evaro telidu kani chala time nunchi matladutundi. Mamuluga amma evartho inta time matladadu adhi chudadam nenu first time . And konta time gadichaka tanu matladina matalu vini nen shock ayyanu . Assal amma ila enduk matladutundi ani. Amma matalu batti avatala person male ani ardam ayyindi and chala days nunchi matladukuntunnaru ani ardam aindi. Ee okka incident valla tana mida unna opinion mottam complete ga change aindi .
Tanu em matladindi na feeling enti assal em jarigindi ma amma life lo telusukovalantey wait cheyandi.]]> Hi Andariki Na peru Sreeja . Ma village vachesi Nizamabad daggara palletooru. Na age 18 untundi ee incident jariginapudu. Ma amma peru Sri Latha tanu ma uriloney oka Kirana shop lo Pani chestundi. Ma amma pani chesey chuttu adi pedda market la untundi eppudu manushula tho nindi untundi . Ma amma pani chestunna shop pakkana chala shops kuda unnayi vallatho amma tho parichayam kuda undi apudapudu matladutaru kuda amma tho. Ma Amma age vachesi 37 untundi chala andamga untundi tanu . Tana Old photos chustey exact ga Thrisha ki sister untey ela untundi ala untundi tanu. Ma dad Peru Raju age 40 pakkaney unna city lo Oka hospital lo security ga work chestadi. Ma Ammaki ma dad antey Chala istam . Madi poor family na chinnapatinunchi ma amma chala kastapadindi ma family kosam . Amma chala decent ga undedi kani oka incident tana mida unna opinion ni mottam marchesindi. Idi nen degree lo hostel lo pakka city lo join ayyanu . Appudu Nak chala lonely ga undedi hostel lo undadaniki. Appudey konni days ki Homesick holidays icharu intiki vachesanu chaala happy ga feel ayyanu vachaka. Ah roju night aindi ma dad ki apudapudu night duty vestaru ma dad vellipoyadu . Nenu and ma amma unnamu dinner Chesi bedroom loki vellipoyam iddaru . Ma amma nanna nenu Andaram Kalisi okatey bedroom lo padukuntamu. Ala nenu Amma bedroom loki vellamu appudey amma ki oka call vachindi evaro telidu kani chala time nunchi matladutundi. Mamuluga amma evartho inta time matladadu adhi chudadam nenu first time . And konta time gadichaka tanu matladina matalu vini nen shock ayyanu . Assal amma ila enduk matladutundi ani. Amma matalu batti avatala person male ani ardam ayyindi and chala days nunchi matladukuntunnaru ani ardam aindi. Ee okka incident valla tana mida unna opinion mottam complete ga change aindi .
Tanu em matladindi na feeling enti assal em jarigindi ma amma life lo telusukovalantey wait cheyandi.]]> <![CDATA[মা থেকে বেশ্যা]]> https://xossipy.com/thread-75161.html Thu, 03 Sep 2026 04:02:03 +0300 https://xossipy.com/thread-75161.html
সুজাতা দেবি বয়সে ৩৮ বছর। খুব অলপ বয়সে বিয়ে হয় তার। এর পর তার স্বামী বিদেশে চলে যায়। আর এখন সে এক ১৮ বছরের ছেলের মা এবং এক গৃহিণী । তার ছেলের নাম মনটু । সুজাতা দেবির বয়স ৩৮ বছর হলেও তার শরীর পুরা খাসা । মনটু এবং তার বন্ধুরা প্রায়ই সুজাতা দেবির কথা ভেবে মাল ফালায় । একদিন মনটু এবং তার বন্ধুরা মিলে সুজাতা দেবিকে ব্ল্যাকমেইল করে নিজেদের যৌনদাসী বানানোর পরিকল্পনা করে । আর এভাবে শুরু হয় সুজাতা দেবির মা থেকে বেশ্যা হওয়ার কাহিনী ।]]>
সুজাতা দেবি বয়সে ৩৮ বছর। খুব অলপ বয়সে বিয়ে হয় তার। এর পর তার স্বামী বিদেশে চলে যায়। আর এখন সে এক ১৮ বছরের ছেলের মা এবং এক গৃহিণী । তার ছেলের নাম মনটু । সুজাতা দেবির বয়স ৩৮ বছর হলেও তার শরীর পুরা খাসা । মনটু এবং তার বন্ধুরা প্রায়ই সুজাতা দেবির কথা ভেবে মাল ফালায় । একদিন মনটু এবং তার বন্ধুরা মিলে সুজাতা দেবিকে ব্ল্যাকমেইল করে নিজেদের যৌনদাসী বানানোর পরিকল্পনা করে । আর এভাবে শুরু হয় সুজাতা দেবির মা থেকে বেশ্যা হওয়ার কাহিনী ।]]> <![CDATA[সাধারণ সুন্দরী গৃহবধূর জীবনের প্রথম পরপুরুষের কাছে আদর খাওয়ার কাহিনী]]> https://xossipy.com/thread-75159.html Wed, 02 Sep 2026 21:51:26 +0300 https://xossipy.com/thread-75159.html সালটা ২০১৫ হবে তখন আমি কলেজে পড়ি এই ক্লাস , বাবা মা আমি আর ঠাকুমার ছোট্ট সংসার। বাবা বেসরকারি সংস্থা তে কাজ করেন। আমাদের বাড়ি কলকাতা শহরতলি তে। তখনও আমার পরিবারে ফোন আসেনি। আমি সরকারি কলেজে পড়ি। আমার বাবা কে দেখতে খুব ভালো নয়। মা বেশ সুন্দরী মহিলা তখন বয়স প্রায় ৩৬, ফিগার ৩৬/৩৪/৩৮। পাড়ার কোনো লোক নেই যে লাইন মারেনি। মোটা গোলাপি ঠোঁট। মিষ্ট ভাষী কিন্তু প্রচণ্ড সেক্স। বাবা মাঝে মাঝে কুলিয়ে উঠতে পারত না।  মায়ের নাম শর্মি।
তো ছোটবেলা থেকে আমার এক কাকু আসত আমার বাড়িতে। সে বাবার মাসির ছেলে। ভীষণ রোগা ছিল কাকু,মায়ের বিয়ের পর পর আসত আর আমাদের বাড়িতে টিভিতে শুধু সিনেমা আর সিনেমা দেখতে থাকতো। তারও মাসির বাড়ি তাই কেউ না বলার নেই। কাকু ভীষণ রোগা ছিল তাই পাত্তা পেতো না। মা অত পাত্তা দিত না । কিন্তু বিগত ১.৫ বছরে কাকু জিম করে সেই বোধ বানিয়েছে। একদম ২৬ বছরের তাগড়াই যুবক,কাকুকে দেখতে বেশ ভালোই। তো জিম করে বডি বানানোর পর আমাদের বাড়ি আসলে আমার মা বলতো," এই সুমন তোমার বডি টা দেখাও একদিন ! কি করছো বৌদি কে দেখাবে না?" এই ভাবে মা কাকুকে টিজ করতো ?
কাকুও ইয়ার্কি মেরে বলতো," দাঁড়াও একদিন দেখাবো একটা ধরনের টিশার্ট হয় ওটা পরে আসবো। সব দেখবে"
মানে মা পুরো সিগন্যাল দিচ্ছে এটা তখন বুঝিনি এখন বুঝলাম। আর কাকু ছিল ভার্জিন।
তো কিছু দিন পর বর্ষার এক দুপুরে আমাদের খাওয়া দাওয়ার পর দেখি কাকু এসে উপস্থিত। পরণে ছিল ব্ল্যাক টি শার্ট আর শর্টস। মা পরে ছিল নাইটি। সেদিন আমি কলেজ যাইনি। মা বললো," ভালোই হলো এলে, আজ একটু শরীর টাও ব্যথা। একটু ম্যাসাজ করে দেবে?"
তারপর বলল ," আচ্ছা আগে আমার ছেলেকে দাও ম্যাসাজ করে, ওরো ভালো লাগবে "
কাকু বলল ," জো হুকুম বৌদি "
তারপর কাকু আমার মাথা টিপে দিলো আর নিমেষে আমার ঘুম এসে গেলো। কিন্তু ঘুমোলোম না শুয়ে থাকলাম চোখ বুজে।
তারপর আমি যা দেখলাম সেই বর্ণনা দিচ্ছি।
দেখলাম, কাকু নিজের গেঞ্জি খুলে খালি গা হলো।
চেস্ট বেশ বড় আর হালকা abs আছে। মা হাত বোলালো ওর ওপরে।
-- উম দারুণ বডি বানিয়েছো। দিনে কটা ডিম খাও?
-- ডিম? চারটে খাই বৌদি। তুমি তো ডিম খাওয়াবে না তাই দুদু খাওয়াও বৌদি।
--- যাহ দুষ্টু। বৌদিকে কে এসব বলে? নাও টিপে দাও একটু পিঠ। (মা ঘুরে শুয়ে পড়ল)
(কাকু এবার নাইটি টা উঠিয়ে ঘাড় অব্দি তুলে দিলো আর মা নিচে পেটিকোট মানে শায়া পড়েছিল। মায়ের নরম মোলায়েম ফর্সা পিঠ উন্মুক্ত হলো যাতে ব্রা পড়া নেই)
কাকু দেখে খুশি হয়ে বললো
- বাহ্ বৌদি ব্রা পড়নি,ভালোই লাগছে কি সেক্সী পিঠ তোমার। (তারপর কাকু প্রফেশনালি পিঠ টিপতে লাগলো)
মা বললো
--- উফ দারুণ টিপছ উমমম। দারুণ লাগছে ইয়েস উম।
(তারপর হঠাৎ কাকু মায়ের পিঠে চুমু খেল)
উম্মাহ। বৌদি
-- উফ কি করছো দুষ্টু ছেলে আছে।
(কাকু মায়ের পিঠে ঠোঁট ঘষে বললো)
--- উম ছেলে আছে তো কি করব বলো? ও তো ঘুমিয়ে পড়েছে কিন্তু তোমার সেক্সী পিঠ টিপে তো আমার নিচের জন দাঁড়িয়ে গেছে। হিহি।
--- বাপরে এক্ষুনি দাঁড়িয়ে গেছে? যৌবনের জ্বালা বলো?
এমনি এমনিই। দাঁড়িয়ে যায় । (এটা বলে মা হাসতে লাগলো)
(কিন্তু কাকু বলল)
--- ও বৌদি টিজ করছো কেনো! দাওনা প্লীজ। তোমার মাইজোড়ার দর্শন করাও প্লীজ!
উমমম সামনে ঘোরো। (তারপর মা সামনে ঘুরল আর কাকু মায়ের ওপর শুয়ে পড়ল)
ইশ কি করছো ছেলে দেখে নিলে? কি হবে?
(কিন্তু কাকু কিছু না শুনে মা কে ঠোঁটে ঠোঁট লাগিয়ে চুমু খেতে লাগলো)
উম চুপ করো।। উম্মাহ উম্ম
--- উফ সুমন খুব দুষ্টু তুমি উম উম (মা কাকুর পিঠে হাত দিয়ে জড়িয়ে ধরলো আর দুজনে চুম্বন করতে লাগলো এক অপরকে)
উম উম্মাহ উম্ম চুক।
ওদের এক অপরের জিভ দিয়ে খেলতে লাগলো। আর এসবের জন্যে মায়ের সেক্স উঠতে লাগলো।
কাকু এই সুযোগে মায়ের মাই জোড়া নাইটির ওপর দিয়ে টিপতে লাগলো। কিন্তু হঠাৎ চুমু থামিয়ে কাকু মা এর নাইটি তুলে মাই বের করলো।
আর মায়ের ফর্সা গোল ৩৬ সি সাইজের মাইজোড়া উন্মুক্ত হলো। হালকা গোলাপি বোটা।
কাকু দেখে অবাক। একটা মাই নিয়ে টিপতে টিপতে আসতে আসতে বললো
--- বাপরে কি জিনিস বানিয়েছো বৌদি। দাদা তো সব সময় খেলে তাই না? (দু হাতে দুই মাই টিপছে)
--- উফ ইশ সুমন! উম এভাবে টিপছ আর ছেলে জেগে গেলে শেষ। খুব ঢ্যামনা তুমি জানো!
--- সে ঢ্যামনা আছি জানি। উম কি করব বলো। তুমি আমার সুন্দরী বৌদি। তোমার মাই দেখা তো ভাগ্যের জিনিস। (বলে দুদু তে চুমু খেল কাকু)
উম্মাহ।
--- উফ। উম সুমন আহ্ (মা আরামে গোঙাচ্ছে)
হঠাৎ সুমন কাকু মা এর একটা মাই মুখে নিয়ে চুষতে লাগলো আর মা বেকে গেলো।
- ইশ উম। এখানে খাচ্ছ উফ আচ্ছা খাও উম।
(তারপর কাকু মায়ের বাম দুদু টা যতটা সম্ভব মুখে নিয়ে চুষতে লাগলো। মা গোঙাচ্ছে আরামে)
-- উফ! মা গো উম। খেয়ে ফেললে তো একদম।
আহ। (মা আরামে কাকুর মাথা চেপে ধরেছে । চুল টেনে ধরছে। )
তারপর কাকু মাথা তুলে কাকুর মুখে চুমু খেল।
---উম্মাহ্। দুধের যা স্বাদ। এত বড় দুদু তো আমি পানু তে দেখেছি আর তারপর তোমার দেখলাম। এই দুদুর কথা ভেবে কত যে হ্যান্ডেল মেরেছি জানোনা বৌদি।
(মা শুনে মুচকি হাসলো)
--- যাহ শয়তান। এসব কি বলছ? (কাকু মায়ের বোঁটা ধরে টানছে)  ইশ উম লাগছে দুষ্টু।  খেলে খাও নাহলে এভাবে খুঁচিয়ো না।
(কাকু মায়ের নিপলের চারিদিকে জিভ বের করে গোল গোল ঘোরাচ্ছে)
-- কেমন লাগছে বৌদি? উম? (জিভ দিয়ে বোঁটা তে খোঁচাচ্ছে) মা শীৎকার দিচ্ছে
-- উফ্ আহ্ প্লীজ খেলে খাও।
(কাকু মুখে দুদু নিয়ে চুষে টানছে)
উমমম উমমম আউম আমম করে কাকু শব্দ করে চুষছে।
- উফ্ কি গো উম এখানেই সব করবে? আহ ছেলে জেগে গেলে মুশকিল।
তারপর কাকু মা এর দুদু মুখ থেকে পপ সাউন্ড করে ছেড়ে দিয়ে বলে
---- এখানেই করি? সব খুলবো না। আমার ওপরে একটা চাদর নিয়ে নি। আসতে আসতে করব?
---- উম তাই করো তাহলে।
তারপর দেখলাম কাকু নিজের হাফ প্যান্ট নামালো হাঁটু অবধি । কাকুর ৬ ইঞ্চি লম্বা মোটা বাড়াটা বেরোলো।
--- উফ্ ভালোই মোটা তো তোমার ধন টা সুমন! ?
পারব  নিতে?
---- উম সব পারবে বৌদি। তুমি আমার মাগী শর্মী বৌদি।
(তারপর কাকু নিজের বাড়া তে বেশ খানিক টা থুতু ফেলে মাখালো)
-- উম প্রথম বার কারোর গুদ মারব বৌদি জন্য। ফার্স্ট লাগালাগি। তুমি আমার কামদেবী।
-- ওমা তাই? উম আসো তাহলে এবার।
(মা পা ফাঁক করে দিলো আর কাকু বাড়াটা মায়ের হালকা বাল ওয়ালা বাদামী গুদ এর মুখে সেট করলো। তারপর আস্তে ধাক্কা দিলো তাতে কাকুর ধনের মাথা টা ঢুকলো)
-- উফ্ সুমন।
--- আহ্ বৌদি। হেব্বি লাগছে। তোমার গুদ ফাটিয়ে দেবো আজ। (এই বলে আরেকটা ঠাপ মারতেই পুরো বাড়াটা ঢুকে গেলো মায়ের গুদ এ আর কাকু শুয়ে পড়ল মায়ের ওপরে। নাইটি টা কোমড় অবধি গোটানো। তারপর চাদর মুড়িয়ে নিল ওরা নিজেদের ওপরে)
--- আহ্ সেরা লাগছে বৌদি। উম
-- উম ইশ ছেলে পাশে শুয়ে আর আমি কি করছি।
(এই শুনে কাকু আসতে আসতে ঠাপ মারতে লাগলো)
- আহ্ আহ্ উফ এত ভেবে লাভ নেই দেওরের বাড়া ঢুকিয়ে ঠাপ খাচ্ছ ওটা খাও সোনা। আহ কি টাইট তোমার গুদ গো বৌদি। এক বাচ্চার মা হয়েও কি টাইট। আহ নাও মাগী ঠাপ খাও।
(মা কাকুর খোলা পিঠ জড়িয়ে চোখ বন্ধ করে মুখ খুলে ঠাপ খাচ্ছে)
-- উফ্ ইশ গালি দিচ্ছ। দাও দাও। আহ উফ্ তোমার দাদার ধোন টা খুব বেশি বড় না। তোমারটা বেশ ভালো। ঠাপ খেয়ে আরাম আছে। ছেলে না থাকলে বলতাম করে করতে কিন্তু থাক আসতে আসতে মারো ঠাপ।
(কাকুর ধোন মায়ের গুদ এ ঢুকছে বেরোচ্ছে। চাদরের বাইরে দেখা যাচ্ছে কাকু কোমর তুলছে আর ঠাপ মারছে)
--- বাহ্ তোমার ছেলে টা বেশ শান্ত হয়ে ঘুমায় তো বৌদি। এরকম ভালো থাকলে তো তোমাকে আর ওকে নিয়ে আরামসে দীঘা তে যেতে পারব। এখন তো চাকরিও করছি। কি গো? যাবে নাকি? (বলে এক ঠাপ দিলো কাকু জোরে)
---- উফ্ বাপরে। আসতে আসতে। খাট টা নড়ছে তো। একেতে একটাই ঘর। তারপরে এক খাটে তুমিও চোদাচুদি করবে আর ছেলেও ঘুমাবে। মুশকিল।
(কাকু আর কিছুক্ষণ আসতে আসতে ঠাপ মেরে বলল)
--- বৌদি পারছি না আর । প্রথম বার তো আমার। মাল এসে গেছে উম। ঢেলে দি প্লীজ  এখুনি ।
মা আসতে আসতে বললো
--- ঠিক আছে আসতে ।
(কাকু কয়েকটা ঠাপ মেরে কাপতে লাগল মায়ের ঘাড়ে মুখ গুঁজে)
--- উফ্ কি আরাম আরাম। ঢেলে দিলাম সব আহ্ নাও নাও মাগী সোনা আমার সব নাও।
(কাকু সব মাল ঢেলে দিতে লাগলো)
(মা চোখ বুজে থাকলো। একটু পর কাকু মা কে লিপ লক করতে লাগলো)
উম উম্মাহ চুম চুক করে শব্দ হতে লাগলো।
(তারপর চুমু ভেঙে কাকু বলল)
---+ অসাধারণ বৌদি। ইচ্ছে করছে তোমাকে দীঘা তে নিয়ে গিয়ে সারাদিন সেক্স করি আর লাগাই। দীঘা তে তো সবাই বৌদি নিয়ে যায় লাগাতে। হিহি
---- যাহ দুষ্টু। নটি। যাই হোক ওঠো আমার ওপর থেকে শালা কি ভারী। জিম করে রাক্ষস হয়ে গেছো।
(কাকু না উঠে মায়ের গালে চুমু খেয়ে বলল)
--- আচ্ছা তাই? জিম না করলে এই বডি না বানালে লাগাতে দিতে? হু? রোগা থাকাকালীন তো পাত্তাও দিতে না।
(মা কাকুর গালে চুমু খেয়ে বলে)
--- আচ্ছা আমার দেওরটা অভিমান করছে? উম!
আচ্ছা ওঠো এবার। ধুয়ে আসি বাথরুম থেকে।
(কাকু উঠল চাদর সরিয়ে। বাড়া টা গুদ থেকে পচ শব্দ করে বের করলো । বাড়া তে মাল লেগেছিল অবশিষ্ট কিছু।)
--- যাই বলো তোমার গুদ মেরে সেই মজা পেলাম উম। কামড়ে ধরেছিল বাড়া টা কে। (বলে কাকু চাদরে বাড়া টা মুছে প্যান্ট টা ঠিক করে খালি গায়ে হেলান দিয়ে খাটে বসলো। )
মায়ের শায়া আর কাকুর টি শার্ট নিচে পড়ে আছে যা তাদের ইন্টারকোর্সের জানান দিচ্ছে।
মা নাইটি নামালো আর বললো
--- বোসো আমি আসছি বাথরুম থেকে। (বাথরুম যেহেতু বাইরে ছিল মা বা
ইরে গেলো আর কাকু একটা সিগারেট বের করে সেটা ধরিয়ে মনের সুখে টানতে লাগল)
--- উম উফ্ খাসা ছিলে বৌদি।
এখানেই সমাপ্ত হয়নি,এরপর আরও আছে পরের পার্ট এ। অপেক্ষা করুন।]]> সালটা ২০১৫ হবে তখন আমি কলেজে পড়ি এই ক্লাস , বাবা মা আমি আর ঠাকুমার ছোট্ট সংসার। বাবা বেসরকারি সংস্থা তে কাজ করেন। আমাদের বাড়ি কলকাতা শহরতলি তে। তখনও আমার পরিবারে ফোন আসেনি। আমি সরকারি কলেজে পড়ি। আমার বাবা কে দেখতে খুব ভালো নয়। মা বেশ সুন্দরী মহিলা তখন বয়স প্রায় ৩৬, ফিগার ৩৬/৩৪/৩৮। পাড়ার কোনো লোক নেই যে লাইন মারেনি। মোটা গোলাপি ঠোঁট। মিষ্ট ভাষী কিন্তু প্রচণ্ড সেক্স। বাবা মাঝে মাঝে কুলিয়ে উঠতে পারত না।  মায়ের নাম শর্মি।
তো ছোটবেলা থেকে আমার এক কাকু আসত আমার বাড়িতে। সে বাবার মাসির ছেলে। ভীষণ রোগা ছিল কাকু,মায়ের বিয়ের পর পর আসত আর আমাদের বাড়িতে টিভিতে শুধু সিনেমা আর সিনেমা দেখতে থাকতো। তারও মাসির বাড়ি তাই কেউ না বলার নেই। কাকু ভীষণ রোগা ছিল তাই পাত্তা পেতো না। মা অত পাত্তা দিত না । কিন্তু বিগত ১.৫ বছরে কাকু জিম করে সেই বোধ বানিয়েছে। একদম ২৬ বছরের তাগড়াই যুবক,কাকুকে দেখতে বেশ ভালোই। তো জিম করে বডি বানানোর পর আমাদের বাড়ি আসলে আমার মা বলতো," এই সুমন তোমার বডি টা দেখাও একদিন ! কি করছো বৌদি কে দেখাবে না?" এই ভাবে মা কাকুকে টিজ করতো ?
কাকুও ইয়ার্কি মেরে বলতো," দাঁড়াও একদিন দেখাবো একটা ধরনের টিশার্ট হয় ওটা পরে আসবো। সব দেখবে"
মানে মা পুরো সিগন্যাল দিচ্ছে এটা তখন বুঝিনি এখন বুঝলাম। আর কাকু ছিল ভার্জিন।
তো কিছু দিন পর বর্ষার এক দুপুরে আমাদের খাওয়া দাওয়ার পর দেখি কাকু এসে উপস্থিত। পরণে ছিল ব্ল্যাক টি শার্ট আর শর্টস। মা পরে ছিল নাইটি। সেদিন আমি কলেজ যাইনি। মা বললো," ভালোই হলো এলে, আজ একটু শরীর টাও ব্যথা। একটু ম্যাসাজ করে দেবে?"
তারপর বলল ," আচ্ছা আগে আমার ছেলেকে দাও ম্যাসাজ করে, ওরো ভালো লাগবে "
কাকু বলল ," জো হুকুম বৌদি "
তারপর কাকু আমার মাথা টিপে দিলো আর নিমেষে আমার ঘুম এসে গেলো। কিন্তু ঘুমোলোম না শুয়ে থাকলাম চোখ বুজে।
তারপর আমি যা দেখলাম সেই বর্ণনা দিচ্ছি।
দেখলাম, কাকু নিজের গেঞ্জি খুলে খালি গা হলো।
চেস্ট বেশ বড় আর হালকা abs আছে। মা হাত বোলালো ওর ওপরে।
-- উম দারুণ বডি বানিয়েছো। দিনে কটা ডিম খাও?
-- ডিম? চারটে খাই বৌদি। তুমি তো ডিম খাওয়াবে না তাই দুদু খাওয়াও বৌদি।
--- যাহ দুষ্টু। বৌদিকে কে এসব বলে? নাও টিপে দাও একটু পিঠ। (মা ঘুরে শুয়ে পড়ল)
(কাকু এবার নাইটি টা উঠিয়ে ঘাড় অব্দি তুলে দিলো আর মা নিচে পেটিকোট মানে শায়া পড়েছিল। মায়ের নরম মোলায়েম ফর্সা পিঠ উন্মুক্ত হলো যাতে ব্রা পড়া নেই)
কাকু দেখে খুশি হয়ে বললো
- বাহ্ বৌদি ব্রা পড়নি,ভালোই লাগছে কি সেক্সী পিঠ তোমার। (তারপর কাকু প্রফেশনালি পিঠ টিপতে লাগলো)
মা বললো
--- উফ দারুণ টিপছ উমমম। দারুণ লাগছে ইয়েস উম।
(তারপর হঠাৎ কাকু মায়ের পিঠে চুমু খেল)
উম্মাহ। বৌদি
-- উফ কি করছো দুষ্টু ছেলে আছে।
(কাকু মায়ের পিঠে ঠোঁট ঘষে বললো)
--- উম ছেলে আছে তো কি করব বলো? ও তো ঘুমিয়ে পড়েছে কিন্তু তোমার সেক্সী পিঠ টিপে তো আমার নিচের জন দাঁড়িয়ে গেছে। হিহি।
--- বাপরে এক্ষুনি দাঁড়িয়ে গেছে? যৌবনের জ্বালা বলো?
এমনি এমনিই। দাঁড়িয়ে যায় । (এটা বলে মা হাসতে লাগলো)
(কিন্তু কাকু বলল)
--- ও বৌদি টিজ করছো কেনো! দাওনা প্লীজ। তোমার মাইজোড়ার দর্শন করাও প্লীজ!
উমমম সামনে ঘোরো। (তারপর মা সামনে ঘুরল আর কাকু মায়ের ওপর শুয়ে পড়ল)
ইশ কি করছো ছেলে দেখে নিলে? কি হবে?
(কিন্তু কাকু কিছু না শুনে মা কে ঠোঁটে ঠোঁট লাগিয়ে চুমু খেতে লাগলো)
উম চুপ করো।। উম্মাহ উম্ম
--- উফ সুমন খুব দুষ্টু তুমি উম উম (মা কাকুর পিঠে হাত দিয়ে জড়িয়ে ধরলো আর দুজনে চুম্বন করতে লাগলো এক অপরকে)
উম উম্মাহ উম্ম চুক।
ওদের এক অপরের জিভ দিয়ে খেলতে লাগলো। আর এসবের জন্যে মায়ের সেক্স উঠতে লাগলো।
কাকু এই সুযোগে মায়ের মাই জোড়া নাইটির ওপর দিয়ে টিপতে লাগলো। কিন্তু হঠাৎ চুমু থামিয়ে কাকু মা এর নাইটি তুলে মাই বের করলো।
আর মায়ের ফর্সা গোল ৩৬ সি সাইজের মাইজোড়া উন্মুক্ত হলো। হালকা গোলাপি বোটা।
কাকু দেখে অবাক। একটা মাই নিয়ে টিপতে টিপতে আসতে আসতে বললো
--- বাপরে কি জিনিস বানিয়েছো বৌদি। দাদা তো সব সময় খেলে তাই না? (দু হাতে দুই মাই টিপছে)
--- উফ ইশ সুমন! উম এভাবে টিপছ আর ছেলে জেগে গেলে শেষ। খুব ঢ্যামনা তুমি জানো!
--- সে ঢ্যামনা আছি জানি। উম কি করব বলো। তুমি আমার সুন্দরী বৌদি। তোমার মাই দেখা তো ভাগ্যের জিনিস। (বলে দুদু তে চুমু খেল কাকু)
উম্মাহ।
--- উফ। উম সুমন আহ্ (মা আরামে গোঙাচ্ছে)
হঠাৎ সুমন কাকু মা এর একটা মাই মুখে নিয়ে চুষতে লাগলো আর মা বেকে গেলো।
- ইশ উম। এখানে খাচ্ছ উফ আচ্ছা খাও উম।
(তারপর কাকু মায়ের বাম দুদু টা যতটা সম্ভব মুখে নিয়ে চুষতে লাগলো। মা গোঙাচ্ছে আরামে)
-- উফ! মা গো উম। খেয়ে ফেললে তো একদম।
আহ। (মা আরামে কাকুর মাথা চেপে ধরেছে । চুল টেনে ধরছে। )
তারপর কাকু মাথা তুলে কাকুর মুখে চুমু খেল।
---উম্মাহ্। দুধের যা স্বাদ। এত বড় দুদু তো আমি পানু তে দেখেছি আর তারপর তোমার দেখলাম। এই দুদুর কথা ভেবে কত যে হ্যান্ডেল মেরেছি জানোনা বৌদি।
(মা শুনে মুচকি হাসলো)
--- যাহ শয়তান। এসব কি বলছ? (কাকু মায়ের বোঁটা ধরে টানছে)  ইশ উম লাগছে দুষ্টু।  খেলে খাও নাহলে এভাবে খুঁচিয়ো না।
(কাকু মায়ের নিপলের চারিদিকে জিভ বের করে গোল গোল ঘোরাচ্ছে)
-- কেমন লাগছে বৌদি? উম? (জিভ দিয়ে বোঁটা তে খোঁচাচ্ছে) মা শীৎকার দিচ্ছে
-- উফ্ আহ্ প্লীজ খেলে খাও।
(কাকু মুখে দুদু নিয়ে চুষে টানছে)
উমমম উমমম আউম আমম করে কাকু শব্দ করে চুষছে।
- উফ্ কি গো উম এখানেই সব করবে? আহ ছেলে জেগে গেলে মুশকিল।
তারপর কাকু মা এর দুদু মুখ থেকে পপ সাউন্ড করে ছেড়ে দিয়ে বলে
---- এখানেই করি? সব খুলবো না। আমার ওপরে একটা চাদর নিয়ে নি। আসতে আসতে করব?
---- উম তাই করো তাহলে।
তারপর দেখলাম কাকু নিজের হাফ প্যান্ট নামালো হাঁটু অবধি । কাকুর ৬ ইঞ্চি লম্বা মোটা বাড়াটা বেরোলো।
--- উফ্ ভালোই মোটা তো তোমার ধন টা সুমন! ?
পারব  নিতে?
---- উম সব পারবে বৌদি। তুমি আমার মাগী শর্মী বৌদি।
(তারপর কাকু নিজের বাড়া তে বেশ খানিক টা থুতু ফেলে মাখালো)
-- উম প্রথম বার কারোর গুদ মারব বৌদি জন্য। ফার্স্ট লাগালাগি। তুমি আমার কামদেবী।
-- ওমা তাই? উম আসো তাহলে এবার।
(মা পা ফাঁক করে দিলো আর কাকু বাড়াটা মায়ের হালকা বাল ওয়ালা বাদামী গুদ এর মুখে সেট করলো। তারপর আস্তে ধাক্কা দিলো তাতে কাকুর ধনের মাথা টা ঢুকলো)
-- উফ্ সুমন।
--- আহ্ বৌদি। হেব্বি লাগছে। তোমার গুদ ফাটিয়ে দেবো আজ। (এই বলে আরেকটা ঠাপ মারতেই পুরো বাড়াটা ঢুকে গেলো মায়ের গুদ এ আর কাকু শুয়ে পড়ল মায়ের ওপরে। নাইটি টা কোমড় অবধি গোটানো। তারপর চাদর মুড়িয়ে নিল ওরা নিজেদের ওপরে)
--- আহ্ সেরা লাগছে বৌদি। উম
-- উম ইশ ছেলে পাশে শুয়ে আর আমি কি করছি।
(এই শুনে কাকু আসতে আসতে ঠাপ মারতে লাগলো)
- আহ্ আহ্ উফ এত ভেবে লাভ নেই দেওরের বাড়া ঢুকিয়ে ঠাপ খাচ্ছ ওটা খাও সোনা। আহ কি টাইট তোমার গুদ গো বৌদি। এক বাচ্চার মা হয়েও কি টাইট। আহ নাও মাগী ঠাপ খাও।
(মা কাকুর খোলা পিঠ জড়িয়ে চোখ বন্ধ করে মুখ খুলে ঠাপ খাচ্ছে)
-- উফ্ ইশ গালি দিচ্ছ। দাও দাও। আহ উফ্ তোমার দাদার ধোন টা খুব বেশি বড় না। তোমারটা বেশ ভালো। ঠাপ খেয়ে আরাম আছে। ছেলে না থাকলে বলতাম করে করতে কিন্তু থাক আসতে আসতে মারো ঠাপ।
(কাকুর ধোন মায়ের গুদ এ ঢুকছে বেরোচ্ছে। চাদরের বাইরে দেখা যাচ্ছে কাকু কোমর তুলছে আর ঠাপ মারছে)
--- বাহ্ তোমার ছেলে টা বেশ শান্ত হয়ে ঘুমায় তো বৌদি। এরকম ভালো থাকলে তো তোমাকে আর ওকে নিয়ে আরামসে দীঘা তে যেতে পারব। এখন তো চাকরিও করছি। কি গো? যাবে নাকি? (বলে এক ঠাপ দিলো কাকু জোরে)
---- উফ্ বাপরে। আসতে আসতে। খাট টা নড়ছে তো। একেতে একটাই ঘর। তারপরে এক খাটে তুমিও চোদাচুদি করবে আর ছেলেও ঘুমাবে। মুশকিল।
(কাকু আর কিছুক্ষণ আসতে আসতে ঠাপ মেরে বলল)
--- বৌদি পারছি না আর । প্রথম বার তো আমার। মাল এসে গেছে উম। ঢেলে দি প্লীজ  এখুনি ।
মা আসতে আসতে বললো
--- ঠিক আছে আসতে ।
(কাকু কয়েকটা ঠাপ মেরে কাপতে লাগল মায়ের ঘাড়ে মুখ গুঁজে)
--- উফ্ কি আরাম আরাম। ঢেলে দিলাম সব আহ্ নাও নাও মাগী সোনা আমার সব নাও।
(কাকু সব মাল ঢেলে দিতে লাগলো)
(মা চোখ বুজে থাকলো। একটু পর কাকু মা কে লিপ লক করতে লাগলো)
উম উম্মাহ চুম চুক করে শব্দ হতে লাগলো।
(তারপর চুমু ভেঙে কাকু বলল)
---+ অসাধারণ বৌদি। ইচ্ছে করছে তোমাকে দীঘা তে নিয়ে গিয়ে সারাদিন সেক্স করি আর লাগাই। দীঘা তে তো সবাই বৌদি নিয়ে যায় লাগাতে। হিহি
---- যাহ দুষ্টু। নটি। যাই হোক ওঠো আমার ওপর থেকে শালা কি ভারী। জিম করে রাক্ষস হয়ে গেছো।
(কাকু না উঠে মায়ের গালে চুমু খেয়ে বলল)
--- আচ্ছা তাই? জিম না করলে এই বডি না বানালে লাগাতে দিতে? হু? রোগা থাকাকালীন তো পাত্তাও দিতে না।
(মা কাকুর গালে চুমু খেয়ে বলে)
--- আচ্ছা আমার দেওরটা অভিমান করছে? উম!
আচ্ছা ওঠো এবার। ধুয়ে আসি বাথরুম থেকে।
(কাকু উঠল চাদর সরিয়ে। বাড়া টা গুদ থেকে পচ শব্দ করে বের করলো । বাড়া তে মাল লেগেছিল অবশিষ্ট কিছু।)
--- যাই বলো তোমার গুদ মেরে সেই মজা পেলাম উম। কামড়ে ধরেছিল বাড়া টা কে। (বলে কাকু চাদরে বাড়া টা মুছে প্যান্ট টা ঠিক করে খালি গায়ে হেলান দিয়ে খাটে বসলো। )
মায়ের শায়া আর কাকুর টি শার্ট নিচে পড়ে আছে যা তাদের ইন্টারকোর্সের জানান দিচ্ছে।
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"আমার বউ আমাকে কিডন্যাপ করে বিয়ে করেছে!! কী করে ভুলে যাই বলো তো?"

হাসপাতালের করিডোরে মানুষের আনাগোনার মাঝে আচমকা এক অদ্ভুত নিস্তব্ধতা নেমে এল। কালো স্যুট-প্যান্টে মোড়ানো সুঠাম শরীরের যুবক ফারিশ নওয়ান। খয়েরি চোখের মণি আর চোখে ঝকঝকে চশমাটা তাকে এক আলাদা আভিজাত্য দিয়েছে। মুখে হালকা চাপ দাড়ি আর ঠোঁটের কোণে লেগে থাকা সেই বাঁকা হাসিটা আরিশার বিরক্তির কারণ।ফারিশের কণ্ঠস্বরে একরাশ দুষ্টুমি। অথচ তার হাত বেয়ে রক্ত গড়িয়ে পড়ছে ফ্লোরে। সেই রক্তের দিকে তাকিয়ে আরিশার কলিজাটা যেন মোচড় দিয়ে উঠল, কিন্তু মুখে সে কঠোরতা বজায় রাখল। আরিশা জবাব দিল—

"ফর ইউর কাইন্ড ইনফরমেশন, কিডন্যাপ আমি করলেও বিয়েটা আপনি করেছেন। তাও আবার রাগের মাথায়!"

ফারিশ আবারও হাসল। যেন এই মুহূর্তটাই সে উপভোগ করছে। অবশ্য আরিশাকে জ্বালাতে তার ভালোই লাগে।

"আরেহ, বিয়ে করতেই তো কিডন্যাপটা করেছিলে, নাকি?"

আরিশার বিরক্তি এবার চরমে পৌঁছাল। এই মানুষের যুক্তির সামনে দাঁড়ানো দায়। তিক্ত কণ্ঠে সে বলল,

"দেখুন,এখানে এখন অনেক মানুষ!!সবার সামনে এখন এই বিষয় নিয়ে কথা না বলাই ভালো।আফটারঅল আমাদের বিয়ের ব্যাপারে কেউই জানে না!!"

আরিশার কথায় ফারিশ পুনরায় বাঁকা হাসে। স্থির দৃষ্টি আরিশার চোখে নিবন্ধ করে সে শান্ত স্বরে বলল,

"হাত থেকে রক্ত পরছে ব্যান্ডেজ করো!"

আরিশা অপ্রস্তুত হয়ে তুতলিয়ে উঠল,

"আমি পারবো না!!আঙ্কেল আই মিন স্যারকে ডেকে আনছি।স্যার করে দিবে!!"

আরিশার কথা পছন্দ হয় না ফারিশের। খানিকটা চাপা স্বরে বলে,

"আই সেইড ইউ দ্যাট মিনস অনলি ইউ!!"

আরিশা নিজেকে সরিয়ে নিতে চাইল, কিন্তু পিছন থেকে ফারিশের কণ্ঠস্বর তাকে থামিয়ে দিল,

"হাত থেকে কিন্তু রক্ত পড়ছে! খুব বেশি!"

আরিশার মনটা নরম হতে শুরু করেছিল, ঠিক তখনই তার এক ক্লাসমেট এগিয়ে এসে বলল,

"আমি ব্যান্ডেজ করে দিই স্যার?"

ক্লাসমেটের অতি-উৎসাহ দেখে আরিশার মাথায় যেন আগুন জ্বলে উঠল। সে কড়া গলায় বলল,

"তোর পড়া কি শেষ? তুই কি ডাক্তার হয়ে গেছিস?"

প্রতিপক্ষও দমে যাওয়ার পাত্রী নয়, সে পাল্টা উত্তর দিল,

"সামান্য ব্যান্ডেজ করতে ডাক্তার হতে হয় না।তাছাড়া তুইও তো এখনও স্টুডেন্টই!"

তর্কাতর্কির মাঝে আরিশা দেখল ফারিশ উঠে দাঁড়াচ্ছে চলে যাওয়ার জন্য। এক মুহূর্তের দ্বিধা ঝেড়ে ফেলে আরিশা ফারিশের হাত ধরে হিড়হিড় করে বসিয়ে দিল তাকে। ফারিশের ঠোঁটে তখন বাঁকা হাসি।

"জামা খুলুন!"

আরিশার হুকুম।ফারিশ অবাক হওয়ার ভান করে চশমাটা নাকের ওপর ঠিক করে বলল,

"মানে কী? এভাবে সবার সামনে...?"

আরিশা দাঁতে দাঁত চেপে বলল,

"আপনার বাহুতে আঘাত লেগেছে। ব্যান্ডেজ করতে হলে শার্ট তো সরাতেই হবে। আপনি যা ভাবছেন তা নয়!"

সবার উৎসুক দৃষ্টি এড়িয়ে আরিশা ফারিশকে ভেতরের কেবিনে নিয়ে গেল। খুব যত্ন করে, পরম মমতায় ক্ষতের চিকিৎসা করতে লাগল সে। ফারিশ অপলক দৃষ্টিতে তাকিয়ে রইল তার এই কিডন্যাপার বউটার দিকে। কাজ শেষ করে আরিশা উঠে দাঁড়িয়ে বলল,

"বিশ্রাম নিন। আমি স্যারকে বলছি আপনাকে দেখে যেতে। আমার ক্লাস আছে।"

"রাতে কল করব। ধরো কিন্তু!"

ফারিশের দাবিতে অধিকার ছিল।আরিশা কোনো উত্তর না দিয়ে হনহনিয়ে বেরিয়ে গেল কেবিন থেকে। ফারিশ তার যাওয়ার পথের দিকে তাকিয়ে মৃদু হাসল। মেয়েটা বড্ড জেদি!! ফাইন ফাইন!!

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আরিশা ধরাম করে শব্দ করে দরজাটা খুলে। দরজা খোলার শব্দে ডাক্তার নাসির লাফিয়ে উঠেন। ঠিকই বুঝতে পারে সেই চেনা পরিচিত ঝড় এসে হাজির।

" স্যার..আই মিন আঙ্কেল!! "

আরিশার ডাকে ডাক্তার নাসির পুনরায় লাফ মেরে উঠে বসেন।

" আঙ্কেল!! তোমার ছেলে কিন্তু এবার বাড়াবাড়ি করছে!! সারাক্ষণ আমাকে বিরক্ত করা!! আমি কিন্তু আর সহ্য করবো না!! পরে কিছু একটা হয়ে গেলে কিন্তু আমাকে দোষ দিতে পারবে না!! "

আরিশার কথায় ডা নাসির চেয়ারে হেলান দিয়ে বসে আরাম করে চা খেতে খেতে বলে,

" আরে রিলাক্স.... "

কথাটা শেষ করার আগেই আরিশা টেবিলে জোরে বারি দিয়ে উঠে। সেই বারির শব্দে ডা নাসির আবারও লাফিয়ে সোজা হয়ে বসে।

" তোমার রিলাক্সের গুষ্টি কিলাই!! তোমার ছেলে যদি আমাকে আর একবারও বিরক্ত করে তবে কিন্তু তোমার খবর আছে। সব রাগ তোমার উপর ঝাড়বো!! "

" বুঝেছি, বুঝেছি। আজকেই বাসায় গিয়ে ওকে শায়েস্তা করবো। তুই এবার শান্ত হ!! "

আরিশা এবার জোরে জোরে নিঃশ্বাস নেয়।

" ক্লাস আছে। আমি গেলাম!! "

" আমার দেওয়া পড়াটা শিখেছিস!! "

পিছন থেকে চোখ ছোট ছোট করে মি নাসির জিজ্ঞাসা করে।

" মানে আঙ্কেল,জানো তো, তোমার ছেলে ফাজিল হলেও তুমি কিন্তু অনেক ভালো!! "

মি নাসির এবার আরিশার কান টেনে ধরে।

" চালাকী করা হচ্ছে তাই না!! "

" আহহ,সরি আঙ্কেল।কাল ঠিকই শিখে আসব। এখন আমি গেলাম!! "

মি নাসির থেকে ছাড়া পেয়ে কোনোরকম পালায় আরিশা। মি নাসির হেসে উঠে।

" তুমি এভাবে আমার কিডন্যাপারের কান টানতে পারো না!! "

বুকে হাত গুঁজে দাঁড়িয়ে বাবার দিকে তাকিয়ে কথাটা বলে ফারিশ।

" লা হাওলা ওয়ালা কুয়াতা ইল্লাবিল্লাহ!! তুই এখানে কিভাবে?? "

মি নাসির চমকে পিছনে তাকিয়ে বলে। ফারিশ বাবার কথায় পাত্তা না দিয়ে তীক্ষ্ণ নজরে এখনও তার দিকে তাকিয়ে।

" তোমাকে ইদানীং কেন জানি আমার সন্দেহ হয়!!খুববব বেশি!!"

ছেলের কথায় মি নাসির শুকনো ঢোক গিলে। ছেলেকে কিডন্যাপের পিছনে যে তারও হাত ছিল এটা কোনোভাবে জেনে যায়নি তো!!

" এনিওয়ে, এক কাপ কফি দিতে বলো তো!! মাথাটা বেশ ধরেছে!! "

কথাটা বলতে বলতেই চেয়ারে গিয়ে বসে চশমাটা খুলে টেবিলে রাখে ফারিশ। মি নাসির হতাশার দৃষ্টিতে তার দিকে তাকিয়ে। এই দুইজনের জ্বালায় তার নাজেহাল দশা।

]]> Writer: Raisa Mehran

"আমার বউ আমাকে কিডন্যাপ করে বিয়ে করেছে!! কী করে ভুলে যাই বলো তো?"

"আরেহ, বিয়ে করতেই তো কিডন্যাপটা করেছিলে, নাকি?"

"হাত থেকে রক্ত পরছে ব্যান্ডেজ করো!"

আরিশা অপ্রস্তুত হয়ে তুতলিয়ে উঠল,

"আমি পারবো না!!আঙ্কেল আই মিন স্যারকে ডেকে আনছি।স্যার করে দিবে!!"

আরিশার কথা পছন্দ হয় না ফারিশের। খানিকটা চাপা স্বরে বলে,

"আই সেইড ইউ দ্যাট মিনস অনলি ইউ!!"

"হাত থেকে কিন্তু রক্ত পড়ছে! খুব বেশি!"

আরিশার মনটা নরম হতে শুরু করেছিল, ঠিক তখনই তার এক ক্লাসমেট এগিয়ে এসে বলল,

"আমি ব্যান্ডেজ করে দিই স্যার?"

ক্লাসমেটের অতি-উৎসাহ দেখে আরিশার মাথায় যেন আগুন জ্বলে উঠল। সে কড়া গলায় বলল,

"তোর পড়া কি শেষ? তুই কি ডাক্তার হয়ে গেছিস?"

প্রতিপক্ষও দমে যাওয়ার পাত্রী নয়, সে পাল্টা উত্তর দিল,

"সামান্য ব্যান্ডেজ করতে ডাক্তার হতে হয় না।তাছাড়া তুইও তো এখনও স্টুডেন্টই!"

"জামা খুলুন!"

আরিশার হুকুম।ফারিশ অবাক হওয়ার ভান করে চশমাটা নাকের ওপর ঠিক করে বলল,

"মানে কী? এভাবে সবার সামনে...?"

আরিশা দাঁতে দাঁত চেপে বলল,

"বিশ্রাম নিন। আমি স্যারকে বলছি আপনাকে দেখে যেতে। আমার ক্লাস আছে।"

"রাতে কল করব। ধরো কিন্তু!"

_______

" স্যার..আই মিন আঙ্কেল!! "

আরিশার ডাকে ডাক্তার নাসির পুনরায় লাফ মেরে উঠে বসেন।

আরিশার কথায় ডা নাসির চেয়ারে হেলান দিয়ে বসে আরাম করে চা খেতে খেতে বলে,

" আরে রিলাক্স.... "

" বুঝেছি, বুঝেছি। আজকেই বাসায় গিয়ে ওকে শায়েস্তা করবো। তুই এবার শান্ত হ!! "

আরিশা এবার জোরে জোরে নিঃশ্বাস নেয়।

" ক্লাস আছে। আমি গেলাম!! "

" আমার দেওয়া পড়াটা শিখেছিস!! "

পিছন থেকে চোখ ছোট ছোট করে মি নাসির জিজ্ঞাসা করে।

" মানে আঙ্কেল,জানো তো, তোমার ছেলে ফাজিল হলেও তুমি কিন্তু অনেক ভালো!! "

মি নাসির এবার আরিশার কান টেনে ধরে।

" চালাকী করা হচ্ছে তাই না!! "

" আহহ,সরি আঙ্কেল।কাল ঠিকই শিখে আসব। এখন আমি গেলাম!! "

মি নাসির থেকে ছাড়া পেয়ে কোনোরকম পালায় আরিশা। মি নাসির হেসে উঠে।

" তুমি এভাবে আমার কিডন্যাপারের কান টানতে পারো না!! "

বুকে হাত গুঁজে দাঁড়িয়ে বাবার দিকে তাকিয়ে কথাটা বলে ফারিশ।

" লা হাওলা ওয়ালা কুয়াতা ইল্লাবিল্লাহ!! তুই এখানে কিভাবে?? "

" তোমাকে ইদানীং কেন জানি আমার সন্দেহ হয়!!খুববব বেশি!!"

" এনিওয়ে, এক কাপ কফি দিতে বলো তো!! মাথাটা বেশ ধরেছে!! "

]]> <![CDATA[Post crossing friends]]> https://xossipy.com/thread-75140.html Tue, 01 Sep 2026 12:02:53 +0300 https://xossipy.com/thread-75140.html
I’m a post crosser from Hyderabad-India wish to swap picture post cards with you if any body interested contact/message me]]>
I’m a post crosser from Hyderabad-India wish to swap picture post cards with you if any body interested contact/message me]]> <![CDATA[Wife cheating with Husband cousin]]> https://xossipy.com/thread-75137.html Tue, 01 Sep 2026 10:44:19 +0300 https://xossipy.com/thread-75137.html Delhi ki garmi us din bhi normal se zyada thi. Mayur Vihar Phase-1 ke us 3 BHK flat mein AC ki awaaz chal rahi thi, kitchen se zeera-jeera wali daal ki khushboo aa rahi thi, aur Saima kitchen counter ke paas khadi thi — 29 saal, do bacchon ki maa, lekin dekhne mein abhi bhi aisi ke log pehli nazar mein umar ka andaza nahi laga paate.

Kaale lambe baal loose the, halka makeup, slim-waist pe cream colour ka kurta jo body pe chipka hua tha, neeche tight black jeggings. Figure aisa tha jo kapde chhupaate nahi, dikhate the. Chest heavy, kamar patli, heaps round. Rehan aksar kehta tha “tu ghar pe bhi aise kapde kyun pehenti hai”, Saima hans ke jawab deti — “apne ghar mein apni marzi.”

Doorbell baji.

Rehan ne darwaza khola. Bahar Jamil khada tha — ek suitcase, ek backpack, aur woh body jo Rehan ke dimaag mein “relative” ke box mein fit nahi karti thi. Chhada hua seena, moti gardan, tight T-shirt ke neeche veins, baazu aise jaise gym se seedha aaya ho. Height Rehan se 3-4 inch zyada. Chehra seedha, beard trim, aankhein thodi patli — lekin muskurahat itni simple thi ke Rehan turant bol padha:

“Arre bhai, aagaye? Andar aao, kitni garmi hai bahar.”

Jamil ne haath milaya. Grip tight thi.

“Rehan bhai, takleef nahi deni thi. Bas 10-12 din ka kaam hai dilli mein. Hotel mehnga pad raha tha.”

“Kaun si takleef? Saima se baat ho chuki hai. Teesra room khali hi pada hai. Bacche college jaate hain, ghar bada hai. Rahiye aaram se.”

Saima peeche se aayi. Jamil ne usko dekha — ek second zyada. Itna nahi ke Rehan notice kare, lekin itna zaroor ke Saima ke andar ek ajeeb si chubhan hui.

“Adaab,” Saima ne kaha, aankh nicha karke.

“Adaab bhabhi.” Jamil ki awaaz bhaari thi, lekin andaaz namr. “Aapne itni mehman-nawazi kar di.”

Rehan hans pada. “Arre yeh koi mehman nahi, ghar ka hi hai. Saima, chai bana de. Main iska bag room mein rakh aata hoon.”

Jamil ke liye jo room diya gaya tha woh balcony wala tha. Window se colony ki gali dikhti thi, saamne dusre flats ke kitchen. Rehan sochta raha — kitna seedha aadmi hai. Family mein sab kehte the Jamil thoda kam bolta hai, ..,. hai, kisi se jhagra nahi karta. Rehan ko yahi pasand tha. Dilli mein aadmi kam milte hain jo ghar aake seedhe rehte hain.

Lekin Jamil jab akela room mein aaya, suitcase khola, pehle phone silent kiya. Phir usne dheere se darwaza band kiya aur balcony ki side se living area ki jhalak li.

Saima kitchen mein thi. Kurta upar uthate hue usne upar wala shelf liya. Jeggings kamar pe tight. Peeth ki line saaf dikh rahi thi. Jamil ne kuch second dekha, phir muskuraaya — woh muskurahat jo Rehan ne kabhi nahi dekhi thi.

*Seedha?*
Andar se uske dimaag mein sirf ek baat thi: *Yeh ghar, yeh aurat, yeh pati jo mujhe bhola samajh raha hai.*

Raat ka khana simple tha — roti, chicken qorma, salad. Bacche pehle so gaye the, unka room band. Dining table pe teeno baithe. Rehan office ki complaint kar raha tha — “yaar yeh dilli ki job khati hai aadmi ko. Roz 10-7, traffic, boss.”

Jamil sun raha tha, beech-beech mein “haan bhai” karta. Saima chupchaap serve karti. Kabhi-kabhi uth ke kitchen jaati. Jab woh uthti, Jamil ki nazar ek pal uske hips pe rukti, phir plate pe aa jaati. Rehan ko kuch nahi dikha.

Khana ke baad Rehan TV on karta. Saima bartan dhone chali. Jamil ne help ke liye kitchen ki taraf kadam badhaya.

“Main kar loongi,” Saima ne kaha, thoda tez.

“Koi baat nahi bhabhi, haath mil jaaye toh jaldi ho jata hai.”

Woh sink ke paas khada ho gaya. Kitchen chhota tha. Do log hon toh kandhe takraate hain. Saima ke baaju se Jamil ka baazu laga. Uske body se halki cologne + garmi ki smell aa rahi thi. Saima ne ek second saans roki, phir bartan tez-tez manjane lagi.

“Aapke bacche kitne pyaare hain,” Jamil ne quietly kaha. “Aur aap… ghar sambhal rahi ho, shakal se thakawati nahi lagti.”

Saima ne muh nahi ghumaaya. “Shukriya.”

“Rehan bhai lucky hain.”

Yeh line simple thi. Itni simple ke gila nahi kar sakti thi. Lekin Saima ke kaan mein woh line thodi der tak ghunti rahi.

Raat ko 12 bajke Rehan so gaya. Usne Saima ko bhi side pe kheench liya, ek kiss ki, haath uski kamar tak gaya, phir thakaan mein so gaya. Normal. Roz ka.

Saima 10 minute aankh band karke padi rahi. Phir uth ke bathroom gayi. Wahan usne aaine mein khud ko dekha.

Night dress aaj wahi thi jo Rehan ko pasand thi — maroon satin, patli straps, neeche thigh tak. Andar matching panty. Figure aaine mein clearly kat raha tha. 29 saal, do delivery ke baad bhi pet tight, chest heavy. Usne khud se kaha — *kuch soch mat. Relative hai. Rehan ka bharosa hai.*

Wapas aayi toh living room ke through jaana pada. Teesre room ka darwaza halka sa khula tha. Andar light nahi thi. Sirf phone ki screen ki glow.

Jamil bed pe baitha tha, seedha. Usne Saima ko night dress mein dekha — ek lamha lamba. Saima ne pace tez ki, apne room mein ghusi, darwaza band kiya.

Us raat neend late aayi.

Doosre din subah Rehan office nikal gaya 8:40 pe. Bacche college van se. Ghar mein Saima aur Jamil.

Saima soch rahi thi Jamil bhi nikal jaayega kaam pe. Lekin Jamil kitchen mein chai bana raha tha, sirf lower pe, upar black vest. Body poori nazar aa rahi thi — chest, pet ke upar lines, baazu.

“Bhabhi, aapke liye bhi nikaal doon?”

Saima ne dupatta sambhala. Aaj usne socha tha normal suit pehnungi, lekin subah jaldi mein peach colour ka short kurta aur white tight pant pehan li thi. Ghar ka kapda. Ghar mein hi toh thi.

“Main bana leti,” usne kaha.

“Ho gayi hai.” Jamil ne cup extend kiya. Ungliyon ka touch cup ke edge pe hua. Chhota sa. Galti jaisa.

Saima cup leke sofa pe baith gayi. Jamil saamne wale single seater pe. TV off tha. Sirf AC.

“Aapka kaam kahan hai dilli mein?” Saima ne baat ghumayi.

“Okhla side. Kuch documents, kuch log milne hain. Aaj shaam ko nikalunga. Subah… socha rest kar loon.”

Woh Saima ko dekh raha tha jaise baat sun raha ho. Lekin uski nazar kabhi uske gale pe jaati, kabhi kurta ke neckline pe, kabhi uske pair jo sofa pe fold the.

Saima ko ehsaas ho raha tha. Usne pair neeche utaar liye.

Dupahar ko Saima apne room mein kapde change kar rahi thi. Door poora band nahi kiya tha — ghar mein aadat thi, Rehan ke time pe bhi kabhi-kabhi adhkhula rehta. Usne kurta utara, bra adjust ki. Tab usne feeling li ke koi nazar hai.

Corridor ke sheeshe mein, halki si reflection.

Jamil bathroom se laut raha tha. Ruka. Ek second, do second. Phir pair tez karke apne room chala gaya.

Saima ke haath kaam karna bhool gaye. Dil tez tha. Gussa bhi aaya — *kameena, dekh raha tha.*
Saath mein ek aur feeling aayi jise usne turant daba diya.

Shaam ko Rehan aaya, normal. “Jamil kaise hai? Takleef to nahi de raha?”

Saima kitchen mein thi, dinner pe. “Nahi. Bahut seedha hai.”

Rehan prasann ho gaya. “Maine kaha tha na. Family ka hai. Tension mat lo.”

Raat ko khane ke baad Rehan call pe lag gaya, balcony mein. Saima bartan. Jamil is baar help ke liye nahi aaya. Living room mein TV lagaye baitha tha.

Jab Saima bartan khatam karke nikalti, Jamil ne remote se volume kam kiya.

“Bhabhi, ek baat poochun?”

Saima ruki.

“Rehan bhai roz itne late aate hain. Aap akeli nahi ghabraati yahan?”

“Dilli hai. Aadat ho gayi.”

Jamil ne dheere se kaha, “Agar kabhi kuch kaam ho, market, bottle, kuch bhi… main hoon na.”

Line care ki thi. Andar se ownership ki.

Saima ne sirf itna kaha, “Theek hai.” Aur nikal gayi.

Teejri raat.

Bacche soye. Rehan 12 baje so gaya, thak ke. Saima ko neend nahi aa rahi thi. Woh uth ke paani lene gayi.

Kitchen dark tha, sirf chimney light. Usne glass liya. Peeth ke peeche se awaaz aayi.

“Neend nahi aa rahi?”

Saima palati. Jamil fridge ke paas, sirf lower, vest nahi. Body pe paseena nahi, bas garmi. Woh kareeb aa gaya, lekin touch nahi kiya.

“Aap tension mein ho,” usne dheemi awaaz mein kaha. “Chehre pe dikhta hai.”

“Kuch nahi hai.”

“Hai. Aur aap chhupa rahi ho Rehan bhai se. Woh samajhte hain main seedha hoon.”

Saima ka glass hath mein kamp gaya.

Jamil ne aage ek kadam liya. Ab distance kam thi. Uske seeney ki garmi Saima tak aa rahi thi.

“Main seedha nahi hoon, Saima.” Pehli baar usne bhabhi nahi, naam liya. “Lekin ghar mein tab tak seedha rahoonga jab tak tum khud na bolo. Ya jab tak tumhara pati so raha ho.”

Saima bol nahi paayi. Woh peeche hatti, counter se back lag gayi.

Jamil ne haath nahi lagaya. Sirf itna kaha:

“Kal subah Rehan bhai nikalenge. Bacche college. Uske baad ghar mein do log honge. Soch lena.”

Phir woh palat ke apne room chala gaya. Darwaza is baar poora band kiya.

Saima kitchen mein 2 minute khadi rahi. Satin night dress mein saans tez thi. Gale pe paseena. Uski panty already thodi si geeli thi — gusse se, darr se, ya us cheez se jiska naam woh nahi lena chahti thi.

Usne glass rakh diya. Apne room gayi. Rehan ke bagal mein leti. Rehan ne neend mein haath daal diya uske pet pe.

Saima ki aankh chhat pe thi.

Kal subah ghar khali hone wala tha.

Aur teesre room mein jo aadmi so raha tha, Rehan usko abhi bhi seedha samajh raha tha.

---]]> Delhi ki garmi us din bhi normal se zyada thi. Mayur Vihar Phase-1 ke us 3 BHK flat mein AC ki awaaz chal rahi thi, kitchen se zeera-jeera wali daal ki khushboo aa rahi thi, aur Saima kitchen counter ke paas khadi thi — 29 saal, do bacchon ki maa, lekin dekhne mein abhi bhi aisi ke log pehli nazar mein umar ka andaza nahi laga paate.

Kaale lambe baal loose the, halka makeup, slim-waist pe cream colour ka kurta jo body pe chipka hua tha, neeche tight black jeggings. Figure aisa tha jo kapde chhupaate nahi, dikhate the. Chest heavy, kamar patli, heaps round. Rehan aksar kehta tha “tu ghar pe bhi aise kapde kyun pehenti hai”, Saima hans ke jawab deti — “apne ghar mein apni marzi.”

Doorbell baji.

Rehan ne darwaza khola. Bahar Jamil khada tha — ek suitcase, ek backpack, aur woh body jo Rehan ke dimaag mein “relative” ke box mein fit nahi karti thi. Chhada hua seena, moti gardan, tight T-shirt ke neeche veins, baazu aise jaise gym se seedha aaya ho. Height Rehan se 3-4 inch zyada. Chehra seedha, beard trim, aankhein thodi patli — lekin muskurahat itni simple thi ke Rehan turant bol padha:

“Arre bhai, aagaye? Andar aao, kitni garmi hai bahar.”

Jamil ne haath milaya. Grip tight thi.

“Rehan bhai, takleef nahi deni thi. Bas 10-12 din ka kaam hai dilli mein. Hotel mehnga pad raha tha.”

“Kaun si takleef? Saima se baat ho chuki hai. Teesra room khali hi pada hai. Bacche college jaate hain, ghar bada hai. Rahiye aaram se.”

Saima peeche se aayi. Jamil ne usko dekha — ek second zyada. Itna nahi ke Rehan notice kare, lekin itna zaroor ke Saima ke andar ek ajeeb si chubhan hui.

“Adaab,” Saima ne kaha, aankh nicha karke.

“Adaab bhabhi.” Jamil ki awaaz bhaari thi, lekin andaaz namr. “Aapne itni mehman-nawazi kar di.”

Rehan hans pada. “Arre yeh koi mehman nahi, ghar ka hi hai. Saima, chai bana de. Main iska bag room mein rakh aata hoon.”

Jamil ke liye jo room diya gaya tha woh balcony wala tha. Window se colony ki gali dikhti thi, saamne dusre flats ke kitchen. Rehan sochta raha — kitna seedha aadmi hai. Family mein sab kehte the Jamil thoda kam bolta hai, ..,. hai, kisi se jhagra nahi karta. Rehan ko yahi pasand tha. Dilli mein aadmi kam milte hain jo ghar aake seedhe rehte hain.

Lekin Jamil jab akela room mein aaya, suitcase khola, pehle phone silent kiya. Phir usne dheere se darwaza band kiya aur balcony ki side se living area ki jhalak li.

Saima kitchen mein thi. Kurta upar uthate hue usne upar wala shelf liya. Jeggings kamar pe tight. Peeth ki line saaf dikh rahi thi. Jamil ne kuch second dekha, phir muskuraaya — woh muskurahat jo Rehan ne kabhi nahi dekhi thi.

*Seedha?*
Andar se uske dimaag mein sirf ek baat thi: *Yeh ghar, yeh aurat, yeh pati jo mujhe bhola samajh raha hai.*

Raat ka khana simple tha — roti, chicken qorma, salad. Bacche pehle so gaye the, unka room band. Dining table pe teeno baithe. Rehan office ki complaint kar raha tha — “yaar yeh dilli ki job khati hai aadmi ko. Roz 10-7, traffic, boss.”

Jamil sun raha tha, beech-beech mein “haan bhai” karta. Saima chupchaap serve karti. Kabhi-kabhi uth ke kitchen jaati. Jab woh uthti, Jamil ki nazar ek pal uske hips pe rukti, phir plate pe aa jaati. Rehan ko kuch nahi dikha.

Khana ke baad Rehan TV on karta. Saima bartan dhone chali. Jamil ne help ke liye kitchen ki taraf kadam badhaya.

“Main kar loongi,” Saima ne kaha, thoda tez.

“Koi baat nahi bhabhi, haath mil jaaye toh jaldi ho jata hai.”

Woh sink ke paas khada ho gaya. Kitchen chhota tha. Do log hon toh kandhe takraate hain. Saima ke baaju se Jamil ka baazu laga. Uske body se halki cologne + garmi ki smell aa rahi thi. Saima ne ek second saans roki, phir bartan tez-tez manjane lagi.

“Aapke bacche kitne pyaare hain,” Jamil ne quietly kaha. “Aur aap… ghar sambhal rahi ho, shakal se thakawati nahi lagti.”

Saima ne muh nahi ghumaaya. “Shukriya.”

“Rehan bhai lucky hain.”

Yeh line simple thi. Itni simple ke gila nahi kar sakti thi. Lekin Saima ke kaan mein woh line thodi der tak ghunti rahi.

Raat ko 12 bajke Rehan so gaya. Usne Saima ko bhi side pe kheench liya, ek kiss ki, haath uski kamar tak gaya, phir thakaan mein so gaya. Normal. Roz ka.

Saima 10 minute aankh band karke padi rahi. Phir uth ke bathroom gayi. Wahan usne aaine mein khud ko dekha.

Night dress aaj wahi thi jo Rehan ko pasand thi — maroon satin, patli straps, neeche thigh tak. Andar matching panty. Figure aaine mein clearly kat raha tha. 29 saal, do delivery ke baad bhi pet tight, chest heavy. Usne khud se kaha — *kuch soch mat. Relative hai. Rehan ka bharosa hai.*

Wapas aayi toh living room ke through jaana pada. Teesre room ka darwaza halka sa khula tha. Andar light nahi thi. Sirf phone ki screen ki glow.

Jamil bed pe baitha tha, seedha. Usne Saima ko night dress mein dekha — ek lamha lamba. Saima ne pace tez ki, apne room mein ghusi, darwaza band kiya.

Us raat neend late aayi.

Doosre din subah Rehan office nikal gaya 8:40 pe. Bacche college van se. Ghar mein Saima aur Jamil.

Saima soch rahi thi Jamil bhi nikal jaayega kaam pe. Lekin Jamil kitchen mein chai bana raha tha, sirf lower pe, upar black vest. Body poori nazar aa rahi thi — chest, pet ke upar lines, baazu.

“Bhabhi, aapke liye bhi nikaal doon?”

Saima ne dupatta sambhala. Aaj usne socha tha normal suit pehnungi, lekin subah jaldi mein peach colour ka short kurta aur white tight pant pehan li thi. Ghar ka kapda. Ghar mein hi toh thi.

“Main bana leti,” usne kaha.

“Ho gayi hai.” Jamil ne cup extend kiya. Ungliyon ka touch cup ke edge pe hua. Chhota sa. Galti jaisa.

Saima cup leke sofa pe baith gayi. Jamil saamne wale single seater pe. TV off tha. Sirf AC.

“Aapka kaam kahan hai dilli mein?” Saima ne baat ghumayi.

“Okhla side. Kuch documents, kuch log milne hain. Aaj shaam ko nikalunga. Subah… socha rest kar loon.”

Woh Saima ko dekh raha tha jaise baat sun raha ho. Lekin uski nazar kabhi uske gale pe jaati, kabhi kurta ke neckline pe, kabhi uske pair jo sofa pe fold the.

Saima ko ehsaas ho raha tha. Usne pair neeche utaar liye.

Dupahar ko Saima apne room mein kapde change kar rahi thi. Door poora band nahi kiya tha — ghar mein aadat thi, Rehan ke time pe bhi kabhi-kabhi adhkhula rehta. Usne kurta utara, bra adjust ki. Tab usne feeling li ke koi nazar hai.

Corridor ke sheeshe mein, halki si reflection.

Jamil bathroom se laut raha tha. Ruka. Ek second, do second. Phir pair tez karke apne room chala gaya.

Saima ke haath kaam karna bhool gaye. Dil tez tha. Gussa bhi aaya — *kameena, dekh raha tha.*
Saath mein ek aur feeling aayi jise usne turant daba diya.

Shaam ko Rehan aaya, normal. “Jamil kaise hai? Takleef to nahi de raha?”

Saima kitchen mein thi, dinner pe. “Nahi. Bahut seedha hai.”

Rehan prasann ho gaya. “Maine kaha tha na. Family ka hai. Tension mat lo.”

Raat ko khane ke baad Rehan call pe lag gaya, balcony mein. Saima bartan. Jamil is baar help ke liye nahi aaya. Living room mein TV lagaye baitha tha.

Jab Saima bartan khatam karke nikalti, Jamil ne remote se volume kam kiya.

“Bhabhi, ek baat poochun?”

Saima ruki.

“Rehan bhai roz itne late aate hain. Aap akeli nahi ghabraati yahan?”

“Dilli hai. Aadat ho gayi.”

Jamil ne dheere se kaha, “Agar kabhi kuch kaam ho, market, bottle, kuch bhi… main hoon na.”

Line care ki thi. Andar se ownership ki.

Saima ne sirf itna kaha, “Theek hai.” Aur nikal gayi.

Teejri raat.

Bacche soye. Rehan 12 baje so gaya, thak ke. Saima ko neend nahi aa rahi thi. Woh uth ke paani lene gayi.

Kitchen dark tha, sirf chimney light. Usne glass liya. Peeth ke peeche se awaaz aayi.

“Neend nahi aa rahi?”

Saima palati. Jamil fridge ke paas, sirf lower, vest nahi. Body pe paseena nahi, bas garmi. Woh kareeb aa gaya, lekin touch nahi kiya.

“Aap tension mein ho,” usne dheemi awaaz mein kaha. “Chehre pe dikhta hai.”

“Kuch nahi hai.”

“Hai. Aur aap chhupa rahi ho Rehan bhai se. Woh samajhte hain main seedha hoon.”

Saima ka glass hath mein kamp gaya.

Jamil ne aage ek kadam liya. Ab distance kam thi. Uske seeney ki garmi Saima tak aa rahi thi.

“Main seedha nahi hoon, Saima.” Pehli baar usne bhabhi nahi, naam liya. “Lekin ghar mein tab tak seedha rahoonga jab tak tum khud na bolo. Ya jab tak tumhara pati so raha ho.”

Saima bol nahi paayi. Woh peeche hatti, counter se back lag gayi.

Jamil ne haath nahi lagaya. Sirf itna kaha:

“Kal subah Rehan bhai nikalenge. Bacche college. Uske baad ghar mein do log honge. Soch lena.”

Phir woh palat ke apne room chala gaya. Darwaza is baar poora band kiya.

Saima kitchen mein 2 minute khadi rahi. Satin night dress mein saans tez thi. Gale pe paseena. Uski panty already thodi si geeli thi — gusse se, darr se, ya us cheez se jiska naam woh nahi lena chahti thi.

Usne glass rakh diya. Apne room gayi. Rehan ke bagal mein leti. Rehan ne neend mein haath daal diya uske pet pe.

Saima ki aankh chhat pe thi.

Kal subah ghar khali hone wala tha.

Aur teesre room mein jo aadmi so raha tha, Rehan usko abhi bhi seedha samajh raha tha.

---]]> <![CDATA[Mily borrows money with a price]]> https://xossipy.com/thread-75136.html Tue, 01 Sep 2026 10:05:52 +0300 https://xossipy.com/thread-75136.html The Delhi sun hammered the pavement into a shimmering haze, the June heat turning the air into a thick, suffocating blanket. In a cramped apartment in a middle-class colony, Mily Chowdhury wiped a bead of sweat from her forehead with the edge of her cotton saree.

The fabric clung to her fair skin, damp and translucent in patches. Beside her, four-year-old Arushi whimpered, her small face flushed red from the humidity. "Mamma, I'm thirsty," Arushi whispered, tugging at Mily's pallu. Mily looked at the empty water filter and then at the living room, where Amit lay sprawled across the sofa. A half-empty bottle of cheap country liquor sat on the floor, the pungent, sour smell of fermented grain filling the room. Amit’s chest rose and fell in a heavy, rhythmic stupor. He hadn't worked in four months, his job at the logistics firm vanished along with his ambition, swallowed by a bottle. "Just a moment, shona," Mily murmured, her voice cracking. She checked the kitchen canister. The flour was gone. The oil was a golden smear at the bottom of the bottle.

Her heart hammered a frantic rhythm against her ribs. She had no money left, and Amit would only wake up to demand more drinks or scream about the unfairness of the world. Mily glanced at her left ankle, where a thin silver anklet glinted against her skin. It was a wedding gift, one of the few things she still owned that felt like it belonged to a different, happier version of herself. She looked at Arushi’s sunken cheeks and felt a surge of desperation that tasted like copper in her mouth.

She stepped out into the hallway, the heat hitting her like a physical blow. Across the narrow corridor lived Sid. He was fifty-two, a man of substantial means and an appetite for things that didn't belong to him. Mily had felt his eyes on her for years—the way he lingered on the curve of her waist when she hung laundry, the way his gaze tracked the movement of her breasts beneath her saree. Mily paused at his door, her hand trembling. She smoothed her saree over her hips, trying to look composed despite the panic.

She knocked softly. The door swung open almost instantly, as if he had been waiting. Sid stood there, wearing a thin sleeveless undershirt and loose trousers. His skin was tanned and weathered, his eyes narrow and predatory. A smirk played on his lips as he looked her up and down, his gaze pausing on the swell of her 34B breasts. "Mily," he said, his voice a low, gravelly rasp. "It's far too hot for a visit. Why are you out here in the sun?" "Sid-da," Mily began, her voice trembling. "I... I was wondering if you could help me. Just a small loan. For Arushi." Sid leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms. He didn't look at her face; he looked at the way the sweat made her saree cling to her thighs. "A loan, is it? Amit still drinking his life away?" Mily looked down, her cheeks flushing. "He's... he's not well. I just need enough for groceries and some milk for the baby. I'll pay you back, I promise." Sid stepped back, opening the door wider.

The blast of cold air from the air conditioner inside felt like a miracle. "Come in, Mily. It's too hot to talk in the hall. Let's discuss how you plan to pay me back." Mily hesitated, a primal instinct screaming at her to turn around. But the image of Arushi’s thirsty face flashed in her mind. She stepped inside, the cool air hitting her damp skin and sending a shiver through her. Sid closed the door behind her with a soft click. The sound echoed in the quiet apartment. "Sit," he commanded, gesturing toward the sofa. Mily sat on the edge of the cushion, her hands clenched in her lap. The silence stretched, heavy and oppressive. Sid didn't sit.

He circled her, his footsteps slow and deliberate. "You're a beautiful woman, Mily," he whispered, stopping behind her. He placed a heavy hand on her shoulder, his thumb brushing against the skin of her neck. "Such a waste, staying in that house with a drunkard. You deserve someone who can provide. Someone who knows how to appreciate a woman like you." "Please, Sid-da," Mily pleaded, leaning away from his touch. "I just need the money. I don't want anything else." Sid's hand slid down from her shoulder, grazing the side of her breast. Mily gasped, jumping to her feet. "I can't... I can't do this. Please just tell me if you can lend me the money." Sid's expression shifted. The facade of the helpful neighbor vanished, replaced by a raw, naked hunger. He stepped forward, his bulk crowding her into the corner of the room. "Lend? Mily, I don't lend money to people who have nothing to give in return. You know exactly why I'm helping you." "I'll find another way," Mily said, turning to the door.

Sid was faster. He grabbed her arm in a grip of iron, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. With a sudden, violent jerk, he hauled her toward the bedroom. "Let me go! Sid, stop it! Please!" Mily screamed, her voice muffled as he shoved her into the room and slammed the door. He threw her onto the large, king-sized bed. Mily scrambled backward, her saree bunching up around her waist, exposing her pale, shapely legs. She tried to crawl away, but Sid was already over her, his weight pinning her down. "Stop fighting, Mily," he hissed, his breath smelling of coffee and tobacco. "Think of the girl. Think of Arushi. You want her to go hungry? You want her to cry all night because her father is a useless drunk?" Mily froze, tears spilling over her eyelids.

The mention of her daughter felt like a knife to the gut. She stopped struggling, her body shaking with silent sobs. Sid chuckled, a dark, guttural sound. He reached down and grabbed her left ankle, pulling her leg toward his face. The silver anklet jingled, a cheerful sound that contrasted sharply with the horror of the moment. "I've wanted to do this since the day you moved in," he whispered. He didn't waste time. He leaned down and wrapped his lips around her big toe, sucking it with a wet, slurping sound. Mily let out a choked cry, her toes curling instinctively. "No... please, don't," she whimpered. Sid ignored her.

He moved from toe to toe, his tongue swirling around the nail beds, his mouth creating a wet, squelching noise that filled the quiet room. He sucked her toes deeply, his teeth grazing her skin, while his other hand wandered upward, gripping her thigh and squeezing the soft flesh. "You're so soft, Mily. So fucking fair," he groaned against her skin.

He pushed her legs wider, the fabric of her saree sliding away to reveal her underwear. With one swift motion, he ripped the thin lace aside, exposing her pussy to the cool air of the room. Mily tried to close her legs, but he pinned them open with his elbows, forcing her to remain exposed. Sid dove down, his face burying itself in her heat. "No! Sid, please!" He didn't listen. His tongue flicked violently against her clit, a sharp, wet sensation that made Mily's hips jerk. He began to eat her pussy with a ravenous intensity, his tongue swirling and probing, sucking her clit into his mouth. The sound was visceral—a rhythmic, wet slicking as he licked her from the bottom of her opening up to her hood. Mily’s breath came in ragged gasps. Despite her horror, the intensity of the stimulation began to trigger a traitorous response in her body. Her walls pulsed, and a slick, clear lubricant began to flow, mixing with his saliva. "You like it, don't you?" Sid mumbled against her wetness, his voice muffled. "Your little pussy is soaking for me." "I hate you," Mily sobbed, though her voice lacked conviction as a wave of unwanted pleasure crashed over her.

Sid pulled back, looking up at her with a triumphant grin. He stood up and quickly stripped off his trousers and underwear. His cock sprang free, thick and angry, pulsing with a vein that ran along the side. He didn't use a condom. He didn't use lube. He simply grabbed her hips and shoved himself inside her in one violent, singular thrust. "Ahhh!" Mily screamed, her back arching off the bed. The sudden intrusion felt like being split open. She felt the dry friction of his skin against hers, the sheer force of his entry stretching her tight walls to their limit. Sid didn't pause to let her adjust. He began to pump into her with a brutal, rhythmic intensity.

Each thrust sent a wet, slapping sound echoing through the room—the sound of his balls hitting her buttocks with a rhythmic thud. "Look at me, Mily!" he commanded, his voice straining. "Look at me while I take what I want!" Mily turned her head away, her nails digging into the bedsheets. She closed her eyes, imagining Arushi's face, trying to detach her mind from the agony and the burgeoning, unwanted heat in her belly. "Please... stop... it hurts," she whimpered. "It'll feel better in a second," Sid gasped.

He shifted his weight, grabbing her legs and hoisting them high, dbanging them over his shoulders. The new angle allowed him to go deeper. With every plunge, he hit her cervix, a blunt force that made Mily gasp for air. The friction increased, the sound of their bodies interacting becoming a squelching, wet mess of fluids. "You're so tight," Sid groaned, his pace accelerating. "Fucking tight... like a virgin." Mily's resistance began to crumble under the sheer physical onslaught. The pain shifted into a heavy, throbbing pressure. As he continued to hammer into her, her body responded with a series of involuntary spasms.

Her nails left the sheets and found the bare skin of Sid's back. She dug them in deep, drawing lines of blood as she let out a loud, echoing moan. "Yes! Moan for me!" Sid roared. He increased the speed, his thrusts becoming short and frantic. Mily felt the tension building in her lower abdomen, a coil tightening until it snapped. She screamed, her entire body shuddering as she reached a forced, violent orgasm, her internal muscles clamping tight around his shaft. Sid let out a guttural shout, his body stiffening. He shoved himself as deep as he could go, pinning her against the mattress, and erupted. Mily felt the hot, thick jets of his cum splashing against her cervix, filling her up with a warmth that felt like a brand. He collapsed on top of her for a moment, his heavy breathing the only sound in the room. Then, he pulled out with a wet, popping sound, leaving Mily shivering and leaking on the sheets. "That was just the start," he whispered, his voice devoid of warmth. Mily tried to pull the remnants of her saree over herself, but he pushed her back down. "I said we were negotiating, Mily. I'm not done with you."

He flipped her over, forcing her onto her hands and knees. Mily sobbed, the sound muffled by the pillow. She felt him enter her again from behind, the penetration raw and sudden. He gripped her hair, pulling her head back as he drove into her. "Think of the milk, Mily! Think of the food!" he taunted with every thrust.

The repetition was grueling. He bangd her again and again, switching positions with a cold, methodical cruelty. He returned her to the missionary position, his weight crushing her, his skin slick with sweat that smelled of salt and exertion. Each time, he finished inside her. Each time, Mily felt a piece of herself wither away. She stopped fighting after the third time. She simply lay there, her eyes vacant, her nails digging into his back out of a desperate need for something to hold onto. She moaned not out of pleasure, but out of a shattered, broken surrender. By the time Sid finally pulled away for the last time, Mily was a ruin.

Her thighs were shaking, her pussy was swollen and raw, and her fair skin was mottled with bruises and red marks. She lay in a pool of sweat and semen, the cool air of the AC now feeling like ice against her skin. Sid stood up and walked to the dresser. He pulled out a wad of cash—several thousand rupees—and tossed it onto the bed beside her. The notes landed with a soft thud on her damp thigh. "There," he said, his voice returning to that casual, neighborly tone. "That should keep your daughter fed for a while." Mily didn't move. She stared at the ceiling, the white plaster blurring through her tears. "Get dressed and get out," Sid added. "And remember, Mily... if you run out again, you know where I live." Mily slowly sat up.

Every movement was a struggle; her lower body felt heavy and sore, the fluid from his repeated climaxes leaking out of her and staining the sheets. She gathered her torn saree, wrapping it around her bruised body with trembling hands. She didn't look at him. She reached out and clutched the money, the paper crinkling in her grip. As she walked toward the door, her left anklet gave a final, lonely jingle. She stepped out of the air-conditioned sanctuary and back into the oppressive Delhi heat. The sun was still hammering the earth, the air still thick and suffocating. Mily walked down the corridor, her gait unsteady, her legs feeling like lead. When she entered her own apartment, the smell of cheap liquor greeted her. Amit was still asleep, a thin line of drool escaping his lips. Arushi looked up from the floor, her eyes brightening. "Mamma! Did you get the milk?" Mily looked at the money clutched in her hand, then at her daughter’s innocent face. She sank to the floor, pulling the little girl into a tight, crushing embrace. She sobbed silently into Arushi’s hair, the sound lost in the hum of the city, her heart shattered into a thousand jagged pieces. "Yes, shona," Mily whispered, her voice a ghost of itself. "Mamma got the milk."

]]> The Delhi sun hammered the pavement into a shimmering haze, the June heat turning the air into a thick, suffocating blanket. In a cramped apartment in a middle-class colony, Mily Chowdhury wiped a bead of sweat from her forehead with the edge of her cotton saree.

The fabric clung to her fair skin, damp and translucent in patches. Beside her, four-year-old Arushi whimpered, her small face flushed red from the humidity. "Mamma, I'm thirsty," Arushi whispered, tugging at Mily's pallu. Mily looked at the empty water filter and then at the living room, where Amit lay sprawled across the sofa. A half-empty bottle of cheap country liquor sat on the floor, the pungent, sour smell of fermented grain filling the room. Amit’s chest rose and fell in a heavy, rhythmic stupor. He hadn't worked in four months, his job at the logistics firm vanished along with his ambition, swallowed by a bottle. "Just a moment, shona," Mily murmured, her voice cracking. She checked the kitchen canister. The flour was gone. The oil was a golden smear at the bottom of the bottle.

Her heart hammered a frantic rhythm against her ribs. She had no money left, and Amit would only wake up to demand more drinks or scream about the unfairness of the world. Mily glanced at her left ankle, where a thin silver anklet glinted against her skin. It was a wedding gift, one of the few things she still owned that felt like it belonged to a different, happier version of herself. She looked at Arushi’s sunken cheeks and felt a surge of desperation that tasted like copper in her mouth.

She stepped out into the hallway, the heat hitting her like a physical blow. Across the narrow corridor lived Sid. He was fifty-two, a man of substantial means and an appetite for things that didn't belong to him. Mily had felt his eyes on her for years—the way he lingered on the curve of her waist when she hung laundry, the way his gaze tracked the movement of her breasts beneath her saree. Mily paused at his door, her hand trembling. She smoothed her saree over her hips, trying to look composed despite the panic.

She knocked softly. The door swung open almost instantly, as if he had been waiting. Sid stood there, wearing a thin sleeveless undershirt and loose trousers. His skin was tanned and weathered, his eyes narrow and predatory. A smirk played on his lips as he looked her up and down, his gaze pausing on the swell of her 34B breasts. "Mily," he said, his voice a low, gravelly rasp. "It's far too hot for a visit. Why are you out here in the sun?" "Sid-da," Mily began, her voice trembling. "I... I was wondering if you could help me. Just a small loan. For Arushi." Sid leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms. He didn't look at her face; he looked at the way the sweat made her saree cling to her thighs. "A loan, is it? Amit still drinking his life away?" Mily looked down, her cheeks flushing. "He's... he's not well. I just need enough for groceries and some milk for the baby. I'll pay you back, I promise." Sid stepped back, opening the door wider.

The blast of cold air from the air conditioner inside felt like a miracle. "Come in, Mily. It's too hot to talk in the hall. Let's discuss how you plan to pay me back." Mily hesitated, a primal instinct screaming at her to turn around. But the image of Arushi’s thirsty face flashed in her mind. She stepped inside, the cool air hitting her damp skin and sending a shiver through her. Sid closed the door behind her with a soft click. The sound echoed in the quiet apartment. "Sit," he commanded, gesturing toward the sofa. Mily sat on the edge of the cushion, her hands clenched in her lap. The silence stretched, heavy and oppressive. Sid didn't sit.

He circled her, his footsteps slow and deliberate. "You're a beautiful woman, Mily," he whispered, stopping behind her. He placed a heavy hand on her shoulder, his thumb brushing against the skin of her neck. "Such a waste, staying in that house with a drunkard. You deserve someone who can provide. Someone who knows how to appreciate a woman like you." "Please, Sid-da," Mily pleaded, leaning away from his touch. "I just need the money. I don't want anything else." Sid's hand slid down from her shoulder, grazing the side of her breast. Mily gasped, jumping to her feet. "I can't... I can't do this. Please just tell me if you can lend me the money." Sid's expression shifted. The facade of the helpful neighbor vanished, replaced by a raw, naked hunger. He stepped forward, his bulk crowding her into the corner of the room. "Lend? Mily, I don't lend money to people who have nothing to give in return. You know exactly why I'm helping you." "I'll find another way," Mily said, turning to the door.

Sid was faster. He grabbed her arm in a grip of iron, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. With a sudden, violent jerk, he hauled her toward the bedroom. "Let me go! Sid, stop it! Please!" Mily screamed, her voice muffled as he shoved her into the room and slammed the door. He threw her onto the large, king-sized bed. Mily scrambled backward, her saree bunching up around her waist, exposing her pale, shapely legs. She tried to crawl away, but Sid was already over her, his weight pinning her down. "Stop fighting, Mily," he hissed, his breath smelling of coffee and tobacco. "Think of the girl. Think of Arushi. You want her to go hungry? You want her to cry all night because her father is a useless drunk?" Mily froze, tears spilling over her eyelids.

The mention of her daughter felt like a knife to the gut. She stopped struggling, her body shaking with silent sobs. Sid chuckled, a dark, guttural sound. He reached down and grabbed her left ankle, pulling her leg toward his face. The silver anklet jingled, a cheerful sound that contrasted sharply with the horror of the moment. "I've wanted to do this since the day you moved in," he whispered. He didn't waste time. He leaned down and wrapped his lips around her big toe, sucking it with a wet, slurping sound. Mily let out a choked cry, her toes curling instinctively. "No... please, don't," she whimpered. Sid ignored her.

He moved from toe to toe, his tongue swirling around the nail beds, his mouth creating a wet, squelching noise that filled the quiet room. He sucked her toes deeply, his teeth grazing her skin, while his other hand wandered upward, gripping her thigh and squeezing the soft flesh. "You're so soft, Mily. So fucking fair," he groaned against her skin.

He pushed her legs wider, the fabric of her saree sliding away to reveal her underwear. With one swift motion, he ripped the thin lace aside, exposing her pussy to the cool air of the room. Mily tried to close her legs, but he pinned them open with his elbows, forcing her to remain exposed. Sid dove down, his face burying itself in her heat. "No! Sid, please!" He didn't listen. His tongue flicked violently against her clit, a sharp, wet sensation that made Mily's hips jerk. He began to eat her pussy with a ravenous intensity, his tongue swirling and probing, sucking her clit into his mouth. The sound was visceral—a rhythmic, wet slicking as he licked her from the bottom of her opening up to her hood. Mily’s breath came in ragged gasps. Despite her horror, the intensity of the stimulation began to trigger a traitorous response in her body. Her walls pulsed, and a slick, clear lubricant began to flow, mixing with his saliva. "You like it, don't you?" Sid mumbled against her wetness, his voice muffled. "Your little pussy is soaking for me." "I hate you," Mily sobbed, though her voice lacked conviction as a wave of unwanted pleasure crashed over her.

Sid pulled back, looking up at her with a triumphant grin. He stood up and quickly stripped off his trousers and underwear. His cock sprang free, thick and angry, pulsing with a vein that ran along the side. He didn't use a condom. He didn't use lube. He simply grabbed her hips and shoved himself inside her in one violent, singular thrust. "Ahhh!" Mily screamed, her back arching off the bed. The sudden intrusion felt like being split open. She felt the dry friction of his skin against hers, the sheer force of his entry stretching her tight walls to their limit. Sid didn't pause to let her adjust. He began to pump into her with a brutal, rhythmic intensity.

Each thrust sent a wet, slapping sound echoing through the room—the sound of his balls hitting her buttocks with a rhythmic thud. "Look at me, Mily!" he commanded, his voice straining. "Look at me while I take what I want!" Mily turned her head away, her nails digging into the bedsheets. She closed her eyes, imagining Arushi's face, trying to detach her mind from the agony and the burgeoning, unwanted heat in her belly. "Please... stop... it hurts," she whimpered. "It'll feel better in a second," Sid gasped.

He shifted his weight, grabbing her legs and hoisting them high, dbanging them over his shoulders. The new angle allowed him to go deeper. With every plunge, he hit her cervix, a blunt force that made Mily gasp for air. The friction increased, the sound of their bodies interacting becoming a squelching, wet mess of fluids. "You're so tight," Sid groaned, his pace accelerating. "Fucking tight... like a virgin." Mily's resistance began to crumble under the sheer physical onslaught. The pain shifted into a heavy, throbbing pressure. As he continued to hammer into her, her body responded with a series of involuntary spasms.

Her nails left the sheets and found the bare skin of Sid's back. She dug them in deep, drawing lines of blood as she let out a loud, echoing moan. "Yes! Moan for me!" Sid roared. He increased the speed, his thrusts becoming short and frantic. Mily felt the tension building in her lower abdomen, a coil tightening until it snapped. She screamed, her entire body shuddering as she reached a forced, violent orgasm, her internal muscles clamping tight around his shaft. Sid let out a guttural shout, his body stiffening. He shoved himself as deep as he could go, pinning her against the mattress, and erupted. Mily felt the hot, thick jets of his cum splashing against her cervix, filling her up with a warmth that felt like a brand. He collapsed on top of her for a moment, his heavy breathing the only sound in the room. Then, he pulled out with a wet, popping sound, leaving Mily shivering and leaking on the sheets. "That was just the start," he whispered, his voice devoid of warmth. Mily tried to pull the remnants of her saree over herself, but he pushed her back down. "I said we were negotiating, Mily. I'm not done with you."

He flipped her over, forcing her onto her hands and knees. Mily sobbed, the sound muffled by the pillow. She felt him enter her again from behind, the penetration raw and sudden. He gripped her hair, pulling her head back as he drove into her. "Think of the milk, Mily! Think of the food!" he taunted with every thrust.

The repetition was grueling. He bangd her again and again, switching positions with a cold, methodical cruelty. He returned her to the missionary position, his weight crushing her, his skin slick with sweat that smelled of salt and exertion. Each time, he finished inside her. Each time, Mily felt a piece of herself wither away. She stopped fighting after the third time. She simply lay there, her eyes vacant, her nails digging into his back out of a desperate need for something to hold onto. She moaned not out of pleasure, but out of a shattered, broken surrender. By the time Sid finally pulled away for the last time, Mily was a ruin.

Her thighs were shaking, her pussy was swollen and raw, and her fair skin was mottled with bruises and red marks. She lay in a pool of sweat and semen, the cool air of the AC now feeling like ice against her skin. Sid stood up and walked to the dresser. He pulled out a wad of cash—several thousand rupees—and tossed it onto the bed beside her. The notes landed with a soft thud on her damp thigh. "There," he said, his voice returning to that casual, neighborly tone. "That should keep your daughter fed for a while." Mily didn't move. She stared at the ceiling, the white plaster blurring through her tears. "Get dressed and get out," Sid added. "And remember, Mily... if you run out again, you know where I live." Mily slowly sat up.

Every movement was a struggle; her lower body felt heavy and sore, the fluid from his repeated climaxes leaking out of her and staining the sheets. She gathered her torn saree, wrapping it around her bruised body with trembling hands. She didn't look at him. She reached out and clutched the money, the paper crinkling in her grip. As she walked toward the door, her left anklet gave a final, lonely jingle. She stepped out of the air-conditioned sanctuary and back into the oppressive Delhi heat. The sun was still hammering the earth, the air still thick and suffocating. Mily walked down the corridor, her gait unsteady, her legs feeling like lead. When she entered her own apartment, the smell of cheap liquor greeted her. Amit was still asleep, a thin line of drool escaping his lips. Arushi looked up from the floor, her eyes brightening. "Mamma! Did you get the milk?" Mily looked at the money clutched in her hand, then at her daughter’s innocent face. She sank to the floor, pulling the little girl into a tight, crushing embrace. She sobbed silently into Arushi’s hair, the sound lost in the hum of the city, her heart shattered into a thousand jagged pieces. "Yes, shona," Mily whispered, her voice a ghost of itself. "Mamma got the milk."

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