https://xossipy.com/ Wed, 03 Jun 2026 18:49:49 +0000 MyBB https://xossipy.com/thread-73890.html Sun, 31 May 2026 16:51:37 +0300 https://xossipy.com/thread-73890.html Mera naam sahil hai age 22 saal yeh meri real kahani hai jo ki 2 saal purani hai i hope ap log enjoy kren toh story par aate hain

Meri girlfriend hai jiska naam Zeba hai 21 saal ki hai bohat gori jism wali ladki hai aur mote mote doodh ek dum bhabhion wala figure hai uska aur jo sbse best hai uski body mein wo hai uski gand ek dum mote chuttad hain raseele jab wo chalti hai toh ek napunsak ka bhi lund khada hojaye aur mutthi marde i hope ap logo ne meri pyari zeba ko imagine kar liya hoga ab kahani par aate hain yeh kahani start hui thi 1.5 saal phele ki mera zeba ke relation ko 6 saal hogye hain currently wo college wala pyaar thi phele hum ek hi city me rehte the but ab 3 saal se long distance hai jiski hi wajah se mere relation me twist aya ]]> Mera naam sahil hai age 22 saal yeh meri real kahani hai jo ki 2 saal purani hai i hope ap log enjoy kren toh story par aate hain

Meri girlfriend hai jiska naam Zeba hai 21 saal ki hai bohat gori jism wali ladki hai aur mote mote doodh ek dum bhabhion wala figure hai uska aur jo sbse best hai uski body mein wo hai uski gand ek dum mote chuttad hain raseele jab wo chalti hai toh ek napunsak ka bhi lund khada hojaye aur mutthi marde i hope ap logo ne meri pyari zeba ko imagine kar liya hoga ab kahani par aate hain yeh kahani start hui thi 1.5 saal phele ki mera zeba ke relation ko 6 saal hogye hain currently wo college wala pyaar thi phele hum ek hi city me rehte the but ab 3 saal se long distance hai jiski hi wajah se mere relation me twist aya ]]> https://xossipy.com/thread-73867.html Fri, 29 May 2026 13:51:37 +0300 https://xossipy.com/thread-73867.html https://xossipy.com/thread-73862.html Thu, 28 May 2026 23:38:52 +0300 https://xossipy.com/thread-73862.html https://xossipy.com/thread-73855.html Thu, 28 May 2026 13:38:42 +0300 https://xossipy.com/thread-73855.html
Naukri ke shuruwati dinon me hamara budget thoda tight tha, isliye humne sheher ke ek thode purane ilaake me ek rent par 2 BHK flat le liya. Flat kaafi bada aur khula tha, par uski deewaron se plaster jhad raha tha aur bedroom ki chhat me thodi seelan (dampness) thi. Landlord ne saaf keh diya tha ki chhota-mota repair hume khud hi dekhna padega. Main subah 9 baje office nikal jata tha aur shaam ko thaka-haara lautta tha, isliye Yamini din bhar ghar par akeli rehti thi. Sheher naya tha, uska koi dost nahi tha, toh wo aksar bore ho jati thi.

Maine socha ki ghar ka plaster aur repair karwana zaroori hai, isliye ek shaam office se lautte waqt maine hamari gali ke baahar chal rahe ek construction site par baat ki. Wahan meri mulaqat ek purane, khurant aur behadd chalak local thekedar se hui, jiska naam tha Azam Choudhary. Azam Choudhary ki umar lagbhag 52 saal ke aas-paas rahi hogi. Uska jism ek dum bhari, mardana aur dhoop me tap-tap kar paka hua saanwla rangat ka tha. Uske baal thode safed ho chale the, par uski kadak dehati aawaz aur ghurni aakhon me ek alag hi dabdaba tha. Jab maine use apne flat ka repair karne ke liye kaha, toh unhone apni muche taante hue dehati lehje me kaha, "Theek hai babu, kal subah hi aakar pehle tumhara flat dekh lete hain, fir jaisa hoga hisab-kitab bata denge."

Agle din subah-subah ghar ki door bell baji. Maine darwaza khola toh samne Azam Choudhary hath me naapne wala fita (tape) liye khada tha. Main use andar lekar aaya aur hall me baithne ko kaha. Tabhi kitchen se Yamini unke liye chai lekar aayi. Us waqt Yamini ne subah ka ghar ka kaam karne ke liye ek patli si, saade kapde ki kurti aur ek dum tight leggings pehni hui thi. Us tight leggings me uski bhaari aur gol jaanghein saaf bayaan ho rahi thin.

Maine notice kiya ki jaise hi Yamini hall me aayi, Azam Choudhary ki nazrein uske goure rang aur uske jism ke utaar-chadhaw par jam si gayi thin. Usne apni anpadh par behadd anubhavi aakhon se Yamini ko upar se neeche tak ghoora, jaise wo deewaron se pehle meri jawan biwi ka naap le raha ho. Yamini ne unhe chai di aur apni nazrein jhuka kar kitchen me chali gayi. Azam ne chai ka ghoot liya aur mujhse bola, "Babu, tumhari memsaab toh ek dum raani lagti hain... khair, kaam dekhne do." Unhone balcony aur bedroom ka jayza liya aur kaha ki plaster poora ukhadna padega, kam se kam teen-chaar din ka waqt lagega. Maine unhe kaam de diya aur kaha, "Choudhary chacha, main toh din bhar office me rehta hoon, ghar par sirf meri wife hi rahegi, aap dekh lijiye ga." Azam ne ek ajeeb muskurahat ke sath apni moochon par hath phera aur bola, "Are Manav babu, tum fikar kaahe karte ho? Main khud khade rehkar kaam karwaunga, tumhari memsaab ko ratti bhar taqleef nahi hone dunga. Main hoon na yahan."

Do din tak kaam chalta raha. Azam Choudhary roz apne do mazdooron ke sath subah hi aa jata tha. Main office nikal jata aur Yamini ghar par unse kaam karwati thi. Teesre din, dopahar ke waqt office me kaam thoda kam tha, aur pata nahi kyun subah se hi mere dil me ek ajeeb si bechaini ho rahi thi. Mera dhyan baar-baar ghar ki taraf ja raha tha, jahan meri behadd khubsurat biwi us adhed umar ke mardana thekedar ke sath akeli thi. Mujhse raha nahi gaya, aur maine socha ki chalo dopahar ke do baje ghar chalkar Yamini ko ek surprise deta hoon.

Garmi ka mausam tha, dhoop bohot tez thi. Main jab apni building me pahuncha aur apne flat ke darwaze ke paas gaya, toh maine dekha ki darwaza poori tarah band nahi tha, balki halka sa adha-khula (ajar) tha. Ghar ke andar se plaster ghisne ki ya koi aawaz nahi aa rahi thi, bilkul ek dum sannata tha. Maine bohot dheere se, bina koi aahat kiye darwaze ko thoda aur dhakela aur andar dakhil hua. Hall me koi nahi tha, mazdoor shayad baahar khana khane gaye the ya neeche saaman lene gaye the. Par bedroom ka darwaza bhi adha khula hua tha aur andar se dheemi-dheemi saas lene ki aawaz aa rahi thi.

Main dabe paaon bedroom ke darwaze ke paas pahuncha aur darwaze ki jheeri (crack) se andar ka nazaara dekhne laga. Jo kuch maine andar dekha, use dekh kar mere pairo tale zameen khisak gayi aur mera dil seene me tezi se dhak-dhak karne laga.

Garmi ki wajah se bedroom ka AC chal raha tha, par kamre me plaster ki dhool thi. Yamini ek chhhote lakdi ke stool par khadi thi aur upar almari ke upar rakha kapdo ka ek bada suitcase hata rahi thi. Usne ek sleeveless, patli cotton ki kurti pehni hui thi jo upar hath uthane ki wajah se kaafi upar khinch gayi thi, jisse uski gori, makhmali kamar aur uski tight leggings me lipti hui bhaari nambeen jaanghein poori tarah bahaar bayaan ho rahi thin. Aur sabse hosh uda dene wali baat ye thi ki Azam Choudhary thik uske pichhe bilkul satkar khada tha. Wo deewar par fita naapne ka natak kar raha mard tha, par uski bhari, saanwli chhati Yamini ke pichhle hisse se lagbhag chhu rahi thi.

Azam Choudhary (apni bhaari, baithie hui dehati aawaz me, Yamini ke bilkul kareeb hokar bola): "Memsaab... thoda aur upar hath uthao na... kone ka naap dhang se nahi mil raha hai."

Yamini (apni saas ko thoda sambhalti hui, aawaz me ek ajeeb si tharrarahat thi): "Choudhary ji... lagta hai plaster andar tak kharab ho chuka hai... aapko zyada mehnat karni padegi kya?"

Azam Choudhary (apni aakhon ko Yamini ke jism par bachaate hue, bilkul uske kaan ke paas bola): "Are memsaab, hum toh purane khiladi hain. Jab tak andar ki seelan poori tarah saaf karke, use ragad-ragad ke theek nahi karenge, tab tak asar nahi aayega. Main aaram se, radd-radd ke kaam karunga, aap bas dekhti jaiye hamari mazbooti."

Maine dekha ki Azam ne fita pakadne ke bahane halka sa apna khurdura, saanwla hath Yamini ki gori kamar par tika diya. Mera dil ruk sa gaya. Mujhe laga Yamini abhi chillaegi ya use jhatak degi. Par nahi! Yamini ne sirf ek gehri saas bhari, uski saansein tez ho gayi thin, usne apni nazrein neeche jhuka li thin par wo pichhe nahi hati. Uske chehre par ek ajeeb sa darr aur ek dum alag sa hot excitement saaf dikh raha tha. Wo us 52 saal ke khurant mard ki mardana garmi ko apne itne kareeb mehsoos kar rahi thi aur chup thi.

Main wahan darwaze ke pichhe khada ye sab dekh raha tha. Mera dimage gusse se fatt jana chahiye tha, par pata nahi mere jism me kya ajeeb chemical react hua. Meri nazar mere trouser ke beech gayi, mera 6 inch ka lund is waqt lohe ki tarah tight khada ho chuka tha, jaise use kisi ne high-voltage ka jhatka de diya ho. Apni itni khubsurat biwi ko ek adhed umar ke thekedar ke itne kareeb dekh kar, aur unke beech ka ye silsila dekh kar mujhe ek alag hi level ka ganda excitement feel ho raha tha.

Maine khud ko sambhala, main nahi chahta tha ki unhe pata chale ki maine unhe dekh liya hai. Main chupchap dabe paaon flat ke baahar gaya, aur phir darwaze ko zor se khola aur jor se khansa taaki unhe lage ki main abhi-abhi baahar se aaya hoon. Jab main bedroom me gaya, toh Yamini stool se neeche utar chuki thi, uska chehra thoda laal tha aur wo ghabrahat me apni kurti theek kar rahi thi. Azam Choudhary ek dum shatir tarike se fita samet raha tha aur bola, "Aaiye Manav babu, aaj dopahar me hi chakkar laga diye? Kaam bas badhiya chal raha hai." Maine unhe dekh kar ek jhoothi muskurahat di aur kaha, "Haan, bas kuch file bhol gaya tha."

Shaam ko Azam Choudhary aur uske mazdoor chale gaye. Raat ko khane ke table par Yamini thodi chup-chap thi, par usne mere liye meri pasand ka khana banaya tha. Wo baar-baar mujhse nazrein chhupa rahi thi. Jab hum dono khana khane ke baad bedroom me aaye aur bed par lete, toh kamre me ek ajeeb sa tanaav aur sarsarahat thi.

Main let gaya, par mere dimage me dopahar ka wo scene kisi film ki tarah chal raha tha—kaise Azam Choudhary meri biwi ke pichhe bilkul satkar khada tha, kaise uska hath Yamini ki kamar par tha. Ye sochte hi mera lund fir se chaddar ke andar kas ke tight hone laga. Maine Yamini ko karwat dilayi aur use pichhe se apni baahon me kas liya. Mera jism garam tha.

Main (Yamini ke kaan me dheere se bola): "Yamini... aaj dopahar ko jab main aaya, toh tum aur thekedar ji bade kareeb khade the... kya chal raha tha andar?"

Yamini (ek dum se chaunk gayi, uski dhadkan tez ho gayi): "Kuch... kuch nahi Manav. Wo toh bas deewar ki naap le rahe the aur main upar se saaman hata rahi thi. Tumhe aisi baatein kyun sujh rahi hain?"

Main (uski kamar ko pichhe se aur zor se dabochte hue): "Maine dekha Yamini, wo tumhe kitne dhyan se ghur raha tha. Ek 52 saal ka purana dehati aadmi hai wo... kya tumhe akele me uske sath darr nahi lagta? Ya kuch aur baat hai?"

Yamini (meri baahon me thoda sa machalte hue, par apni sarsarahat ko ek nakhre me badalte hue boli): "Darr kaisa... wo toh bade hi anubhavi hain. Keh rahe the ki aaj kal ke sheher ke ladke bas upar-upar se baatein jante hain, asli mazbooti aur kaam ki samajh toh un jaise purane logon me hoti hai... unka dabdaba hi alag hai."

Yamini ne ye baat jis lehje me kahi, wo saaf bayaan kar raha tha ki us adhed umar ke thekedar ka mardana rob uske dimage par asar kar chuka hai. Wo mujhe uksa rahi thi. Maine bina kuch bole chaddar ke andar apna hath uski leggings ke andar daal diya. Mera lund is waqt fattne ko taiyar tha. Jab maine use kas ke dabocha aur sex shuru kiya, toh Yamini ne is baar chup rehne ki bajay ek lambi aur garm siski bhari aur boli, "Aaah... Manav... aaj aap me kuch zyada hi garmi lag rahi hai... lagta hai thekedar ji ki baaton ka asar aap par bhi ho gaya hai..."

Usi raat mujhe phir se ek dum wahi sapna aaya. Sapne me hamara bedroom tha, main ek kone me bandha hua tha, aur Azam Choudhary apni wahi dehati aawaz me muskurate hue Yamini ke jism ko dhyan se dekh raha tha aur Yamini uske samne apni kurti ke button khol rahi thi. Meri neend achanak jhatke se khuli, poora jism pasine se tar tha aur darr ke sath ek ajeeb sa nasha mere pairon ke beech khada tha. Maine side me dekha, Yamini chupchap so rahi thi, par uske chehre par abhi bhi wahi shokh muskurahat thi. Mujhe samajh aa gaya tha ki naye din me, jab main office jaunga, toh is flat me kuch bohot bada aur garam hone wala hai.

To be continued...]]>
Naukri ke shuruwati dinon me hamara budget thoda tight tha, isliye humne sheher ke ek thode purane ilaake me ek rent par 2 BHK flat le liya. Flat kaafi bada aur khula tha, par uski deewaron se plaster jhad raha tha aur bedroom ki chhat me thodi seelan (dampness) thi. Landlord ne saaf keh diya tha ki chhota-mota repair hume khud hi dekhna padega. Main subah 9 baje office nikal jata tha aur shaam ko thaka-haara lautta tha, isliye Yamini din bhar ghar par akeli rehti thi. Sheher naya tha, uska koi dost nahi tha, toh wo aksar bore ho jati thi.

Maine socha ki ghar ka plaster aur repair karwana zaroori hai, isliye ek shaam office se lautte waqt maine hamari gali ke baahar chal rahe ek construction site par baat ki. Wahan meri mulaqat ek purane, khurant aur behadd chalak local thekedar se hui, jiska naam tha Azam Choudhary. Azam Choudhary ki umar lagbhag 52 saal ke aas-paas rahi hogi. Uska jism ek dum bhari, mardana aur dhoop me tap-tap kar paka hua saanwla rangat ka tha. Uske baal thode safed ho chale the, par uski kadak dehati aawaz aur ghurni aakhon me ek alag hi dabdaba tha. Jab maine use apne flat ka repair karne ke liye kaha, toh unhone apni muche taante hue dehati lehje me kaha, "Theek hai babu, kal subah hi aakar pehle tumhara flat dekh lete hain, fir jaisa hoga hisab-kitab bata denge."

Agle din subah-subah ghar ki door bell baji. Maine darwaza khola toh samne Azam Choudhary hath me naapne wala fita (tape) liye khada tha. Main use andar lekar aaya aur hall me baithne ko kaha. Tabhi kitchen se Yamini unke liye chai lekar aayi. Us waqt Yamini ne subah ka ghar ka kaam karne ke liye ek patli si, saade kapde ki kurti aur ek dum tight leggings pehni hui thi. Us tight leggings me uski bhaari aur gol jaanghein saaf bayaan ho rahi thin.

Maine notice kiya ki jaise hi Yamini hall me aayi, Azam Choudhary ki nazrein uske goure rang aur uske jism ke utaar-chadhaw par jam si gayi thin. Usne apni anpadh par behadd anubhavi aakhon se Yamini ko upar se neeche tak ghoora, jaise wo deewaron se pehle meri jawan biwi ka naap le raha ho. Yamini ne unhe chai di aur apni nazrein jhuka kar kitchen me chali gayi. Azam ne chai ka ghoot liya aur mujhse bola, "Babu, tumhari memsaab toh ek dum raani lagti hain... khair, kaam dekhne do." Unhone balcony aur bedroom ka jayza liya aur kaha ki plaster poora ukhadna padega, kam se kam teen-chaar din ka waqt lagega. Maine unhe kaam de diya aur kaha, "Choudhary chacha, main toh din bhar office me rehta hoon, ghar par sirf meri wife hi rahegi, aap dekh lijiye ga." Azam ne ek ajeeb muskurahat ke sath apni moochon par hath phera aur bola, "Are Manav babu, tum fikar kaahe karte ho? Main khud khade rehkar kaam karwaunga, tumhari memsaab ko ratti bhar taqleef nahi hone dunga. Main hoon na yahan."

Do din tak kaam chalta raha. Azam Choudhary roz apne do mazdooron ke sath subah hi aa jata tha. Main office nikal jata aur Yamini ghar par unse kaam karwati thi. Teesre din, dopahar ke waqt office me kaam thoda kam tha, aur pata nahi kyun subah se hi mere dil me ek ajeeb si bechaini ho rahi thi. Mera dhyan baar-baar ghar ki taraf ja raha tha, jahan meri behadd khubsurat biwi us adhed umar ke mardana thekedar ke sath akeli thi. Mujhse raha nahi gaya, aur maine socha ki chalo dopahar ke do baje ghar chalkar Yamini ko ek surprise deta hoon.

Garmi ka mausam tha, dhoop bohot tez thi. Main jab apni building me pahuncha aur apne flat ke darwaze ke paas gaya, toh maine dekha ki darwaza poori tarah band nahi tha, balki halka sa adha-khula (ajar) tha. Ghar ke andar se plaster ghisne ki ya koi aawaz nahi aa rahi thi, bilkul ek dum sannata tha. Maine bohot dheere se, bina koi aahat kiye darwaze ko thoda aur dhakela aur andar dakhil hua. Hall me koi nahi tha, mazdoor shayad baahar khana khane gaye the ya neeche saaman lene gaye the. Par bedroom ka darwaza bhi adha khula hua tha aur andar se dheemi-dheemi saas lene ki aawaz aa rahi thi.

Main dabe paaon bedroom ke darwaze ke paas pahuncha aur darwaze ki jheeri (crack) se andar ka nazaara dekhne laga. Jo kuch maine andar dekha, use dekh kar mere pairo tale zameen khisak gayi aur mera dil seene me tezi se dhak-dhak karne laga.

Garmi ki wajah se bedroom ka AC chal raha tha, par kamre me plaster ki dhool thi. Yamini ek chhhote lakdi ke stool par khadi thi aur upar almari ke upar rakha kapdo ka ek bada suitcase hata rahi thi. Usne ek sleeveless, patli cotton ki kurti pehni hui thi jo upar hath uthane ki wajah se kaafi upar khinch gayi thi, jisse uski gori, makhmali kamar aur uski tight leggings me lipti hui bhaari nambeen jaanghein poori tarah bahaar bayaan ho rahi thin. Aur sabse hosh uda dene wali baat ye thi ki Azam Choudhary thik uske pichhe bilkul satkar khada tha. Wo deewar par fita naapne ka natak kar raha mard tha, par uski bhari, saanwli chhati Yamini ke pichhle hisse se lagbhag chhu rahi thi.

Azam Choudhary (apni bhaari, baithie hui dehati aawaz me, Yamini ke bilkul kareeb hokar bola): "Memsaab... thoda aur upar hath uthao na... kone ka naap dhang se nahi mil raha hai."

Yamini (apni saas ko thoda sambhalti hui, aawaz me ek ajeeb si tharrarahat thi): "Choudhary ji... lagta hai plaster andar tak kharab ho chuka hai... aapko zyada mehnat karni padegi kya?"

Azam Choudhary (apni aakhon ko Yamini ke jism par bachaate hue, bilkul uske kaan ke paas bola): "Are memsaab, hum toh purane khiladi hain. Jab tak andar ki seelan poori tarah saaf karke, use ragad-ragad ke theek nahi karenge, tab tak asar nahi aayega. Main aaram se, radd-radd ke kaam karunga, aap bas dekhti jaiye hamari mazbooti."

Maine dekha ki Azam ne fita pakadne ke bahane halka sa apna khurdura, saanwla hath Yamini ki gori kamar par tika diya. Mera dil ruk sa gaya. Mujhe laga Yamini abhi chillaegi ya use jhatak degi. Par nahi! Yamini ne sirf ek gehri saas bhari, uski saansein tez ho gayi thin, usne apni nazrein neeche jhuka li thin par wo pichhe nahi hati. Uske chehre par ek ajeeb sa darr aur ek dum alag sa hot excitement saaf dikh raha tha. Wo us 52 saal ke khurant mard ki mardana garmi ko apne itne kareeb mehsoos kar rahi thi aur chup thi.

Main wahan darwaze ke pichhe khada ye sab dekh raha tha. Mera dimage gusse se fatt jana chahiye tha, par pata nahi mere jism me kya ajeeb chemical react hua. Meri nazar mere trouser ke beech gayi, mera 6 inch ka lund is waqt lohe ki tarah tight khada ho chuka tha, jaise use kisi ne high-voltage ka jhatka de diya ho. Apni itni khubsurat biwi ko ek adhed umar ke thekedar ke itne kareeb dekh kar, aur unke beech ka ye silsila dekh kar mujhe ek alag hi level ka ganda excitement feel ho raha tha.

Maine khud ko sambhala, main nahi chahta tha ki unhe pata chale ki maine unhe dekh liya hai. Main chupchap dabe paaon flat ke baahar gaya, aur phir darwaze ko zor se khola aur jor se khansa taaki unhe lage ki main abhi-abhi baahar se aaya hoon. Jab main bedroom me gaya, toh Yamini stool se neeche utar chuki thi, uska chehra thoda laal tha aur wo ghabrahat me apni kurti theek kar rahi thi. Azam Choudhary ek dum shatir tarike se fita samet raha tha aur bola, "Aaiye Manav babu, aaj dopahar me hi chakkar laga diye? Kaam bas badhiya chal raha hai." Maine unhe dekh kar ek jhoothi muskurahat di aur kaha, "Haan, bas kuch file bhol gaya tha."

Shaam ko Azam Choudhary aur uske mazdoor chale gaye. Raat ko khane ke table par Yamini thodi chup-chap thi, par usne mere liye meri pasand ka khana banaya tha. Wo baar-baar mujhse nazrein chhupa rahi thi. Jab hum dono khana khane ke baad bedroom me aaye aur bed par lete, toh kamre me ek ajeeb sa tanaav aur sarsarahat thi.

Main let gaya, par mere dimage me dopahar ka wo scene kisi film ki tarah chal raha tha—kaise Azam Choudhary meri biwi ke pichhe bilkul satkar khada tha, kaise uska hath Yamini ki kamar par tha. Ye sochte hi mera lund fir se chaddar ke andar kas ke tight hone laga. Maine Yamini ko karwat dilayi aur use pichhe se apni baahon me kas liya. Mera jism garam tha.

Main (Yamini ke kaan me dheere se bola): "Yamini... aaj dopahar ko jab main aaya, toh tum aur thekedar ji bade kareeb khade the... kya chal raha tha andar?"

Yamini (ek dum se chaunk gayi, uski dhadkan tez ho gayi): "Kuch... kuch nahi Manav. Wo toh bas deewar ki naap le rahe the aur main upar se saaman hata rahi thi. Tumhe aisi baatein kyun sujh rahi hain?"

Main (uski kamar ko pichhe se aur zor se dabochte hue): "Maine dekha Yamini, wo tumhe kitne dhyan se ghur raha tha. Ek 52 saal ka purana dehati aadmi hai wo... kya tumhe akele me uske sath darr nahi lagta? Ya kuch aur baat hai?"

Yamini (meri baahon me thoda sa machalte hue, par apni sarsarahat ko ek nakhre me badalte hue boli): "Darr kaisa... wo toh bade hi anubhavi hain. Keh rahe the ki aaj kal ke sheher ke ladke bas upar-upar se baatein jante hain, asli mazbooti aur kaam ki samajh toh un jaise purane logon me hoti hai... unka dabdaba hi alag hai."

Yamini ne ye baat jis lehje me kahi, wo saaf bayaan kar raha tha ki us adhed umar ke thekedar ka mardana rob uske dimage par asar kar chuka hai. Wo mujhe uksa rahi thi. Maine bina kuch bole chaddar ke andar apna hath uski leggings ke andar daal diya. Mera lund is waqt fattne ko taiyar tha. Jab maine use kas ke dabocha aur sex shuru kiya, toh Yamini ne is baar chup rehne ki bajay ek lambi aur garm siski bhari aur boli, "Aaah... Manav... aaj aap me kuch zyada hi garmi lag rahi hai... lagta hai thekedar ji ki baaton ka asar aap par bhi ho gaya hai..."

Usi raat mujhe phir se ek dum wahi sapna aaya. Sapne me hamara bedroom tha, main ek kone me bandha hua tha, aur Azam Choudhary apni wahi dehati aawaz me muskurate hue Yamini ke jism ko dhyan se dekh raha tha aur Yamini uske samne apni kurti ke button khol rahi thi. Meri neend achanak jhatke se khuli, poora jism pasine se tar tha aur darr ke sath ek ajeeb sa nasha mere pairon ke beech khada tha. Maine side me dekha, Yamini chupchap so rahi thi, par uske chehre par abhi bhi wahi shokh muskurahat thi. Mujhe samajh aa gaya tha ki naye din me, jab main office jaunga, toh is flat me kuch bohot bada aur garam hone wala hai.

To be continued...]]> https://xossipy.com/thread-73835.html Tue, 26 May 2026 21:32:25 +0300 https://xossipy.com/thread-73835.html
Priya Sharma adjusted the pallu of her simple cream-colored saree as she walked through the corridors of St. Xavier’s College. At 38, she still carried the quiet grace of a woman who had once been the most sought-after in her small town. Widowhood had come early—her husband’s sudden heart attack five years ago had left her with a teenage son and a heart that had forgotten how to beat for anyone but him. Now, she taught English Literature with the same gentle patience she showed at home. Her students adored her. Her colleagues respected her. And her son, Arjun, was her entire world.

Arjun was in his second year, studying Commerce. He was a good boy—quiet, respectful, and fiercely protective of his mother. What Priya didn’t know was that Arjun had started noticing things lately. Things he couldn’t quite name.

It was a regular Tuesday afternoon when everything shifted.

Priya was taking an elective class on Romantic Poetry for the final-year students. The lecture hall was packed. As she quoted Wordsworth, her eyes unconsciously scanned the room and paused.

In the third row, leaning back with that effortless confidence only certain men possessed, sat Vikram Rao.

Everyone knew Vikram. The college heartthrob. Captain of the basketball team. Famous for his rebellious charm and the full-sleeve tattoos that peeked from under his rolled-up shirt sleeves—intricate black and grey ink that traveled up his neck and, rumor had it, covered most of his torso. A dragon coiled across his chest. Cherry blossoms and koi fish on his arms. He was the kind of student professors either loved or feared. Vikram rarely spoke in class, but when he did, his voice was low, deep, and strangely respectful.

That day, he was looking at her.

Not just listening. *Looking*. His dark eyes held hers a second longer than appropriate. Priya felt a strange flutter in her stomach. She quickly looked away, continuing her lecture, her voice steady but her fingers tightening around the chalk.

After class, as students filed out, Vikram approached her desk.

“Ma’am,” he said softly, “that line about the heart… ‘the still, sad music of humanity.’ I’ve never understood it better than today.”

Priya smiled politely, keeping her tone professional. “I’m glad it resonated, Vikram. You should read more Wordsworth.”

He smiled—a slow, devastating smile that made the tattoos on his neck seem to shift. “Maybe you could recommend some books, Ma’am? I’d like to… learn.”

There was nothing overtly inappropriate in his words. But the way he said them, the way his gaze lingered on her face before dropping respectfully, made her cheeks warm.

“I’ll send a reading list through the department group,” she replied, gathering her books.

As she walked out, she didn’t notice Arjun standing near the pillar at the end of the corridor. He had come to return a library book and had seen everything. The way Vikram looked at his mother. The slight hesitation in her step as she walked away.

Arjun’s heart beat strangely fast. He wasn’t angry. He wasn’t sure what he felt.

---

That evening at home, Priya was the same caring mother she had always been.

“Arjun, beta, I made your favorite dal tonight,” she called from the kitchen, her saree tucked neatly at the waist as she stirred the pot. Her long hair was tied in a loose bun, a few strands escaping to frame her face. She still looked far younger than her years.

Arjun watched her from the dining table. “Thanks, Mom. How was college today?”

“Same as usual,” she said lightly, smiling. But for a moment, her mind drifted to Vikram’s intense eyes and the way his deep voice had wrapped around those words. She shook her head. *Ridiculous. He’s a student. Barely older than Arjun.*

She served Arjun extra rice and ruffled his hair like she always did. “Eat properly. Don’t stay up late studying.”

Later that night, as Priya lay in bed, she found herself thinking of the tattoos she had glimpsed. The strength in those inked arms. The way he had looked at her—not like a boy, but like a man who saw her. Not as Arjun’s mother. Not as a widow. But as *her*.

She turned on her side, pressing her thighs together unconsciously. A faint heat bloomed between her legs, something she hadn’t felt in years. Guilt washed over her immediately.

*What are you thinking, Priya? He’s your student. Arjun’s senior.*

She closed her eyes tightly, trying to push the image away.

But it lingered.

---

**To be continued...**]]>
Priya Sharma adjusted the pallu of her simple cream-colored saree as she walked through the corridors of St. Xavier’s College. At 38, she still carried the quiet grace of a woman who had once been the most sought-after in her small town. Widowhood had come early—her husband’s sudden heart attack five years ago had left her with a teenage son and a heart that had forgotten how to beat for anyone but him. Now, she taught English Literature with the same gentle patience she showed at home. Her students adored her. Her colleagues respected her. And her son, Arjun, was her entire world.

Arjun was in his second year, studying Commerce. He was a good boy—quiet, respectful, and fiercely protective of his mother. What Priya didn’t know was that Arjun had started noticing things lately. Things he couldn’t quite name.

It was a regular Tuesday afternoon when everything shifted.

Priya was taking an elective class on Romantic Poetry for the final-year students. The lecture hall was packed. As she quoted Wordsworth, her eyes unconsciously scanned the room and paused.

In the third row, leaning back with that effortless confidence only certain men possessed, sat Vikram Rao.

Everyone knew Vikram. The college heartthrob. Captain of the basketball team. Famous for his rebellious charm and the full-sleeve tattoos that peeked from under his rolled-up shirt sleeves—intricate black and grey ink that traveled up his neck and, rumor had it, covered most of his torso. A dragon coiled across his chest. Cherry blossoms and koi fish on his arms. He was the kind of student professors either loved or feared. Vikram rarely spoke in class, but when he did, his voice was low, deep, and strangely respectful.

That day, he was looking at her.

Not just listening. *Looking*. His dark eyes held hers a second longer than appropriate. Priya felt a strange flutter in her stomach. She quickly looked away, continuing her lecture, her voice steady but her fingers tightening around the chalk.

After class, as students filed out, Vikram approached her desk.

“Ma’am,” he said softly, “that line about the heart… ‘the still, sad music of humanity.’ I’ve never understood it better than today.”

Priya smiled politely, keeping her tone professional. “I’m glad it resonated, Vikram. You should read more Wordsworth.”

He smiled—a slow, devastating smile that made the tattoos on his neck seem to shift. “Maybe you could recommend some books, Ma’am? I’d like to… learn.”

There was nothing overtly inappropriate in his words. But the way he said them, the way his gaze lingered on her face before dropping respectfully, made her cheeks warm.

“I’ll send a reading list through the department group,” she replied, gathering her books.

As she walked out, she didn’t notice Arjun standing near the pillar at the end of the corridor. He had come to return a library book and had seen everything. The way Vikram looked at his mother. The slight hesitation in her step as she walked away.

Arjun’s heart beat strangely fast. He wasn’t angry. He wasn’t sure what he felt.

---

That evening at home, Priya was the same caring mother she had always been.

“Arjun, beta, I made your favorite dal tonight,” she called from the kitchen, her saree tucked neatly at the waist as she stirred the pot. Her long hair was tied in a loose bun, a few strands escaping to frame her face. She still looked far younger than her years.

Arjun watched her from the dining table. “Thanks, Mom. How was college today?”

“Same as usual,” she said lightly, smiling. But for a moment, her mind drifted to Vikram’s intense eyes and the way his deep voice had wrapped around those words. She shook her head. *Ridiculous. He’s a student. Barely older than Arjun.*

She served Arjun extra rice and ruffled his hair like she always did. “Eat properly. Don’t stay up late studying.”

Later that night, as Priya lay in bed, she found herself thinking of the tattoos she had glimpsed. The strength in those inked arms. The way he had looked at her—not like a boy, but like a man who saw her. Not as Arjun’s mother. Not as a widow. But as *her*.

She turned on her side, pressing her thighs together unconsciously. A faint heat bloomed between her legs, something she hadn’t felt in years. Guilt washed over her immediately.

*What are you thinking, Priya? He’s your student. Arjun’s senior.*

She closed her eyes tightly, trying to push the image away.

But it lingered.

---

**To be continued...**]]> https://xossipy.com/thread-73819.html Mon, 25 May 2026 20:08:37 +0300 https://xossipy.com/thread-73819.html Kritika Patel ek bahut hi khubsurat shaadi shuda aurat thi. Uska figure katilana tha. Wo Ahmedabad rehti th aur India ke ameer khandan mein se ek Kantilal Patel ki Bahu aur Ravi Patel ki patni thi.

Kritika , 24 saal ki bahut hi khubsurat ladki thi. Ravi use shadi ke pahele 5 saal se janata tha. Unki love cum arrange marriage tha. 

Kritika jab 18 saal ki thi tab usne Ahmedabad ke sabase top college mein, Economics and finance degree ke first year ko admission liya tha. Tab Ravi ne use paheli baar dekha tha. Us college mein Economics aur finance ki degree ke liye all India entrance exam hoti thi. Kritika ne wo entrance exam all India level pe top kiya tha. 12th mein bhi wo state mein se first aayee thi. Kritika bahut hi padhaku ladki thi. Usne zindagi mein padhai ke alawa kuch bhi nahi kiya tha. Uski sirf ek dost thi. Uske papa bhi ek achche business men the. Ravi usase do saal bada tha aur wo usi degree college mein final year ko tha. Wo itne Ameer ghar ka hone par bhi class ka topper tha. Wo allrounder tha. Masti aur padhai dono mein number one. Kritika ko pahele din college mein dekhake usko love at first sight hua tha. 

2 hafte baad freshers party mein Kritika Ravi se paheli baar mili. Ravi topper hone ke wajah se Kritika Ravi se college ke library mein regular milti aur padhai ko leke, apne kuch doubt puchati. Ravi aur Kritika dono college ke baad padhai karne roj library mein rukte. Ravi ki pahele do girlfriends ho chuki thi but ab wo single tha. Kritika ko usne bahut baar library ke bahar kahi aur milne ko kaha but ghar se college aur College se gahr iske siva Kritika kahi nahi jaati. Uske kapade ki shopping bhi uski mummy karti. Wo kabhi bhi shopping karne bhi nahi jaati.

 Ek saal khatam hua . Ravi ne college mein top kiya aur Kritika ne University top kiya first year mein. Wo gold medalist thi. Kuch subject mein to usne marks ke record tod diye the. Usko aur Ravi ko college mein facilitate kiya gaya. Ravi ne usi college mein PG ko admission liya. Ab 2 saal gujar gaye. In 2 saal Ravi aur Kritika regular milte the . Par college ke campus, library aur canteen chodke wo dono bahar kahi nahi mile. Ravi bahut baar use bahar milne bulaya but kritika ne mana kar diya. Ravi ne PG me bhi top kiya aur Kritika agle 2 saal gold medalist thi. Ravi kritika se bahut pyaar karta tha. Par Ravi ke papa use USA bhejna chahate the MBA karne. Ravi USA chala gaya aur Kritika ne PG Ko admission liya. Par Ravi USA se har teesare din Kritika ko video call karta. Par Kiritika Ravi ko sirf apna dost manati aur kuch nahi.

PG mein Kritika ki pehchaan Shruti Singh se huyi. Shruti ameer khandan ki ek aayaash ladki thi. Dikhane mein wo bhi bahut sunder thi. Uske bahut saare boyfriends thee jinke saath wo bahut bar chudai karti thi. Shruti ko to waise itne bade college mein admission milna

namumkin tha, jahan sirf top ke students ko hi admission milta tha. par uske papa us college ke trusti hone ke karan unhone bade jugad karke Shruti ko us college mein admission dilaya tha. Shruti aur Kritika ke papa achcahe dost thee isliye kritika Shruti ko bachpan se janati thi. 
Kritika  ek simple jeans aur kurti pehenke apane papa ki car leke roj College aati. Wo typical BEHENJI type ladki thi aur Shruti ekdum opposite. Uske kapade bahut mordern type ke hote the. Shruti ke bahut force karne par kritika ne abhi malls mein shopping karne lagi thi. Usko shopping mein maja aane laga. Phir Shruti ke wajah se wo night clubs mein Jana shuru Kiya tha. Waha usko bahut maja aane laga. Par ghar pe aate hi wo kitabo mein kho jaati thi. Shurti ne use BEHENJI se mordern banaya. Ab wo thode morden kapade pehenti aur usne parlour jake apne looks ko bhi kafi sudhara tha.

Ravi jab 5 mahine baad pahele baar India aaya to wo sabse pahele kritika se milne College gaya. Kritika ke kapade, badla huwa looks dekhake wo hairaan ho gaya. Wo pahele se bhi jyada khubsurat lagne lagi thi. Tab Kritika use ek restaurant leke gayi. Ye ravi ke liye dusara shock tha. Dono bahut der tak restaurant mein the. Wo 10 din Indian mein tha aur roj Kritika se milta tha. 

Ek saal chala gaya. Kritika ne phir se PG ke pahele saal top kiya aur gold medalist thi.  2-3 mahine ke baad ek din kritika Shruti ke naye boyfriend Rajesh se mili. Wo ek bahut hi bigada hua ladka tha. Wo Shurti ki hamesha chudayi karta. Kritika ko dekhate hi wo uski chudai ka plan banane laga . 

Kuch hafto baad wo teeno ek night club mein dance kar rahe the. Tab usne kritika ko jabardasti whiskey pilaye. Kritika ne paheli baar daaru piya tha, to use thodi Chad gayi thi. Iska fayada leke Rajesh kritika ko drive pe leke gaya. Kritika aadhe neend me thi. Thoda door jake usne ek sunsan gali mein gaadi roki. Usne kritika ko back seat pe le gaya. Kritika ne ek skirt aur ek sexy top pehena tha. Usne Kritika ko kiss kiya. Hangover hone ki wajah se Kritika bhi use kissa karne lagi. Usne Kritika ka top nikala aur bra bhi aur uske boobs ko aur nipples ko masalne laga . Kritika ki siskariya nikalenge lagi. Wo ab thodi hosh mein aa gayi par wo garam bhi ho gayi thi. Uske liye ye ek naya experience tha aur use maja bhi aa raha tha. Pahele baar uske chut mein se paani nikal raha tha. Rajesh ne uski chut chatana shuru Kiya ab wo jor jor se ahhhhhhh ahhhhhhhh ahhhhhhhhh karne lagi. Phir Rajesh ne apna Lund uski chut mein dala to usko bahut dard huwa. Uski virgin chut phat gayee.  Wo dard ke wajah se  chillane lagi ...par thodi der ke baad use maja aane laga. ...... Uski siskariya aaahhhhh ahhhhhh nikale lagi. Ek ghanta chudai ke baad Rajesh ne use ghar chod diya. 

Shruti ko jab ye pata chala to usne Kiritika ko kaha ki tu ab bachchi se sahi mayne mein ladki ban gayi hai. Uske baad kritika ne aur do baar Rajesh ke saath chudayi kiya. Usko bada maja aaya. Uska padhai se dhyan hat gaya tha. Usne porn video dekhana shuru kar diya tha. Us month end test mein Kritika ke low marks aaye. Wo top 5 mein bhi nahi thi. Wo din bhar bahut royi. Uske professors bhi shock ho gaye. Dusare din se wo padhai mein double mehnat karne lagi. Rajesh use phone karke pareshan karne laga . Par usne Shruti ko bola ki Rajesh ko bolo usase door rahe. Rajesh waise bhi use 3 baar pel chuka tha to ab wo bi kisi aur ladki ke piche timepass karne laga. 

Ravi ke lagatar video calls aate the. Kritika ko apne maa baap ke alawa Ravi hi aaisa tha jisase wo bahut comfortable feel karti thi. Usko Ravi bahut achcha lagne laga tha aur uske liye feeling hone lagi thi. Rajesh ke saath chudai ke baad, uske andar ab ladko ke liye attraction paida ho gaya tha, jo pahele kabhi nahi tha. 2 mahine baad Ravi jab aaya to Kritika khud uske ghar usaase milne gayi. Wo uske mata pita se bhi mili. Ravi bhi paheli baar uske ghar gaya tha. Uske baad Kritika ne apna pura dhyan padhai pe laga diya. Wo sirf kabhi kabhi Shruti ke saath shopping pe jati. Aur 2-3 mahino baad Ravi firse ek short visit ke liya aaya tha to usne kritika ke saath bahut time saath mein bitaya. Ab Ravi ko samaj mein aa raha tha ki Kritika usaae pyaar karne lagi hai. Uski US mein 2-3 girlfriends thi par Kritika uske liye uski zindagi thi.

8-9 mahine beet gaye. Shruti ka PG complete ho gaya aur wo final mein bhi gold medalist thi. Kritika ka aim tha PhD karne ka. Graduation ke time se hi usne socha tha ki wo Economics mein PhD karegi. Wo " Economics and rural India" aaise subject pe PhD karna chahati thi. Jab ye baat, usne apne PG ke professor ke saath discuss kiya, to unhone Kritika se kaha ki wo aaise difficult subject pe PhD nahi kare. Wo bahut mushkil hai. Aaj Tak aaise subject pe PhD Koi nahi kar paya tha. Par Kritika padhai ke mamle mein bahut jiddi thi. Usne tay kar liya ki wo usi subject pe PhD karegi aur wo bhi Rajnath Sir ko project guide leke. Rajnath choudhary ye ek bahut mashhur economics ke professor the aur writer bhi. Unki economic pe likhi huyi books mein se Kritika ne PG ki padhai ki thi. Wo ek famous PhD ke guide the aur Ahmedabad mein rehte the. Wo apne student ki pahele apne hisab se interview lete the aur phir sochate ki wo unka student ban sakta ya nahi. Unka appointment bhi jaldi nahi milta tha. 

Sheetal ,Kritika ki distance cousin thi. Usne ek sala pahele hi Rajnath Sir ke under PhD complete ki thi. Uski madad se Kritika Rajnath Sir se milne gayi. Rajnath uske academic career se bahut impress huye. Unhone uska interview liya. Kritika ke answer and knowledge dekhake wo khud shock ho gaye. Bahut saalo baad unko itna intelligent student mila tha. Unhone Kritika ka subject dekhake use warn kiya ki, iske liye bahut mehnat lagegi. Kritika ready thi. Unhone PhD ka process bataya

Pahele ke subject ke hisaab se ek plan submit karo . use university ne ne approve kiya to tum as a PhD ki student registration ho jayega University mein

Phir mushkil phase - 6 months mein ek research submit karo University mein. Wo research har mahine guide se review karane ka 

Next 6 months ananlysis and feedback on research submit karna. Wo ek jyada mehnat wala kaam nahi but dimaag wala phase hai

Phir 3-4 onsite visit in any small village and submit an actual onsite research in 6 months.
Har mahine guide ko review ke liye work submit karna. Final PhD work should have guide remark and observation note before submitting to University 

Kritika ne apana PhD ka plan banana shuru kiya. Tabhi Ravi MBA karke India aa gaya. Usne aate hi apna papa ka business join kar diya. Uska aim tha ki wo papa ke business ko 2-3 saal mein double kar de . Kritika bhi PhD mein busy thi. Wo dono din bhar apne kaam mein busy rehete aur sham ko roj milte. Kritika Ravi ke bahut close aa gayi thi. Kuch dino baad unka ek dusare ke saath kissing aur touching bhi chalu ho gaya.

 2  months bahut mehnat karke Kritika ne apne PhD subject ka plan Rajnath Sir ko bheja. Unhone kuch changes suggest kiye. Wo changes karke Kritika ne wo plan University submit kiya. 2 hafte mein wo PhD student register ho gayi. Wo bahut kush thi. 

Usne Ravi ko Ghar pe bulaya. Ghar pe wo akeli thi. Ravi ne aate hi use kiss kiya aur god me uthake bedroom le gaya. Usne Kritika ko bed pe lita ke usko nanga kar diya aur khud bhi nanga ho gaya. Wo kritika ke pure body pe kiss karne laga. Kritika ki ahhhhhh nikal gayi....... Pure ek saal ke baad use kisi mard ne chua tha. Wo jor jor se ahhhhhh ahhhh karne lagi aur garam ho gayi. Ravi ne dheere dheere se uski chut mein apna Lund daalne laga . Uske hisaab se wo virgin thi. Ravi ka Lund Rajesh ke lund se bada tha aur ek saal ke baad chut mein Lund lene ki wajah se use dard hone laga ....wo chillai 
Ueee mamaa .....Dard ho raha hai Ravi ......nikalo plz ..... ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh 
Ravi ko yahi lag raha tha ki uski virgin chut phat rahi hai isliye use dard ho raha hai. Usne pura lund under daalne ke baad phir lund aage phiche karne laga. Ab kritika ko bhi maja aane laga ...uski jor jor se siskariya nikalne lagi
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Ravi maja aa raha hai Ravi......maja aa raha hai....
Phir Ravi ne chudia ki speed badha thi aur Kritika jor se chillai 
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.....dheere Ravi dheere karo na ...Ravi ....... Ahhhhhhbh ...... Thodi der mein wo jhad gayi ....... Ravi ne phir use doggie style mein tukhai shuru kar di ...... Kritika was height of her pleasures..... Wo ahhhhhhh ahhhhhhhh kar rahi thi. Wo 3-4 baar jhad chuki thi......ek ghante baad Ravi uski chut mein jhad gaya. 

Wo Kritika ke baju mein let gaya..... Dono thak gaye the. Usne Kritika ko apne bahon mein liya aur pucha

Ravi : Kaisa laga baby
Kritika: maja aaya honey 
Ravi : to ab se roj mere ghar ke bedroom mein hum dono sex karenge
Kritika shock mein :  matlab
Ravi : mein apne pyaari patni se roj apne bedroom mein sex karunga 

Kritika Sharma gayi aur Ravi se lipat gayee

Dusare din dono ne apne apne ghar mein shaadi ki baat ki. Unki shaadi ki date fix ho gayi. Ek mahine mein dono ki shaadi ho gayi. Shadi mein Rajnaath Sir bhi aaye the. Unhone Shaadi ke baad, Kritika kahi apne thesis late na kare, ye concerns ke bare mein baat ki. Tab Ravi ne unko promise kiya ki Kritika sab thesis time pe degi. Phir wo dono 10 din Mauritius honeymoon ke liye gaye.

Kritika ke PhD ke liye pahele 6 mahine bahut important the. Ravi ko bhi apna papa ka business expand karna tha. Uske liye agla 2 saal bahut important tha. Isliye Unhone decide Kiya ki Kritika ki PhD tak wo family planning karenge. Aur jab tak Kritika ka six months ka thesis complete nahi hota tab tak wo pura hafta padhai karengi aur Sunday ko padhai ko chutti . Sunday ko din bhar husband wife enjoy karenge

Kritika ke ghar mein bahut naukar the. Chote se chote kaam ke liye bhi naukar the. Use kuch bhi kaam karne ki jarurat nahi thi. Ghar kharche ka pura budget uski sasuma , Shanti Devi ke haath mein tha. Kritika ko usme koi interest nahi tha. Wo din bhar padhai karti. Roj morning mein uthane ke baad aur raat ko sone se pahele wo pati patni sex karte. Kritika duniya ke liye bahut sidhi sadhi aur bholi thi par jab wo Ravi ke saath bedroom mein hoti to wo ek natkhat bachche ki tarah bahut masti karti. Sunday wo din mein family ke saath time bitate aur late afternoon mein shopping ko jate. Evening mein wo Ravi ke kuch dosto ke family ke saath parties ya dance club jaate. 

One month beet gaya.  Kritika ne apna pahele research job Rajnath ko bhej diya. Rajnath ne kuch changes ke saath use ok kar diya. 

Kritika college mein ya ghar pe ek obedient student or beti thi. Sasural mein bhi wo apne saas sasur ki har baat manati. Usko na shopping ka shauk tha aur na jewellery ka. Uske kapade bhi shopping karte samay Ravi  khareed ke deta. Uski kabhi koi demand nahi hoti. Shanti Devi ka social circle achcha tha. Wo hamesh apne friends ke saath parties mein jaati. Har party me uski friends apne Bahu ki buraiya karti. Koi bolti ki Bahu meri baat nahi sunati, to dusari bahu bahut shopping karti hai to tisari bolati ki uske bahu ko ghar apne hisab se chalana hai. Shanti Devi ke pass apne Bahu ke baare mein koi complaint nahi thi. 

Ye baat jab usne apne pati aur bete ko batai to dono jor se hase. Shanti Devi boli shayad wohi ek aasi saas hai jise bahu ke saath jhagda karne ka koi anubhav nahi hai. 

6 mahine beet gaye. Kritika ne apna sabse important thesis Rajnaath ko bhej diya. Rajnaath ne use padhake kuch suggestion bole. Wo suggestion karke Kritika ne apna thesis University submit Kiya. 2 hafte mein iska thesis University mein approve ho gaya. Kritika ne uske PhD ka important phase paar kar diya tha. Wo bahut kush thi. Us din raat ko wo sex mein bahut agressive thi. Wo Ravi ko baar baar jor se ......aahhh..... Jor se ahhhhh Ahhhhhhhhhhh keh rahi thi. Jab Ravi thak gaya to wo khud Ravi ke Lund pe baith ke apni gaand ko uper niche karne lagi......Aaj uski siskariya jor jor se Ahhhhhhh ahhhhhh nikal rahi thi. Ravi ko bhi pata tha jab Kritika kush hoti hai wo chudayi mein bahut agressive hoti hai. Aaj usne Kritika ki nahi, Kritika ne uski chudayi ki thi. Almost ek ghante baad Kritika thak chuki thi aur 3-4 baar jhad chuki thi. Aaj usne paheli baar Ravi ka Lund bhi muh mein liya tha. Uske pahele Ravi ne use bahut baar lund chusne ko bola par Kritika ne mana kiya tha. Par aaj uske under sex ka toofaan tha. 
Ravi : aaj to maja aa gaya baby 

Kritika, jor jor se saas lete lete : kal sabere bhi maja aayega baby. 2- 3 din tak kritika sex mein bahut agressive thi.

Ab Kritika ke PhD ka dusara phase chalu ho gaya jo 6 months ka tha. Usme mehnat kam aur dimag ka kaam jyada tha. Ab use roj 2-3 ghanta padhai ki jarurat thi jo wo roj shyam 4 baje se 6-7 baje tak karati. Ek hafta beet gaya. Kritika ghar mein bore ho jati. Morning mein to wo bahut bore ho jati. Ek din wo Shruti se milne gayi to shruti ne usase kaha


Shruthi: tu ek boyfriend bana le. Ek nahi 2-3 bana le. Phir tu roj bore nahi hogi. Mere dekh. Shaadi ke baad bhi 5 boyfriends hain. Ek to Mere pati ka driver hi hai.
Kritika: aaisa sirf tu hi kar sakati hai, mai nahi. 

Shantidevi ko pata tha ki Kritika ghar pe roj bore ho rahi hai. Usne use shopping jane ki salah di. Kritika ne kaha uske pass sab kuch hai. Wo aur kya shopping karegi.
Kuch dino baad usene newspaper mein ek 6 months ke liye economics ki temporary professor ki avdt dekhi. Wo ek top aur reputed college ki advt. thi. Roj morning ke 4 ghante ka kaam tha. Kritika ko laga ki agar ye job usko mil jaati hai to wo roj  morning mein college jayegi after afternoon mein padhai karegi. Aaisa uska din nikal jayega. Usne bina gharwalo se puche job ke liye apply kiya aur interview ko gayi. Principal ne use academic record dekhake use turant select kar kiya. Wo khud PhD tha aur PhD guide bhi. Use pata tha ki Rajnath Sir ke under PhD karne waali ladki kitni talented hogi. Usne use 2 din ke baad Monday se join karne bola.

Kritika ne jab ye job ki baat ghar pe batai to Ravi ne mana kar diya. Par uski mummy ne bola
Shantidevi: dekh Ravi, Kritika ghar mein din bhar bahut bore ho jati hain. Job karegi to Kam se kam wo busy ho jaayegi. Aur konsa wo permanent job hai. Sirf 6 mahine ke liye hai.
Kantilal: beta Kritika bahut bholi aur sidhi hai.  Job karegi to bahar char logo se milegi. Kuch duniyadari seekh jayegi. Uske liye independently kuch karna jaroori hai, taaki wo kuch bold ban sake. 
Par unhe ye pata nahi tha ki ye job use itna bold bana dega ki wo ek bahut badi Randi ban jayegi

Apne maa baap ki baat Ravi ko thik lagi aur usne Kritika ko job karne ki permission de diya. Kritika us raat ko bhi sex mein bahut agressive thi. Usne Ravi ka lund bhi bahut chusaa. Dono sex ke baad thak gaye thee.

Ravi: papa ko lagta hai ki tum bahut sidhi aur bholi ho. Unko kaun bataye ki tu bedroom mein kitni badmaash hai. 

Dono haasne lage. 

Monday ko Kritika apni mehengi Skoda car, jise Ravi ne usko wedding gift diya tha, wo leke college ja rahi thi. College Jane ke liye usko 20 min aur aane ko 30-35 min lagte the. Aate samay traffic jyada hota tha. Use 9 baje college pahuchna tha.
Aaj kritika ke liye uska college ka pahele din tha . Wo college ke raste ja rahi thi. Par use ye pata nahi tha ki yahi rasta uske sanskari ladki se bahut badi randi banane ka rasta hai ..... Uski college mein zindagi badalne waali hai. Wo aage chalke bahut saare lund ki sawari karne waali hai. 

Kritika ko college mein 1st year, second and third year ke roj ek ek lecturers lene the. Ek lecture 50 min ka tha aur phir 15 min ka gap.

Pahele lecture 9 se 9.50 , dusara 10.05 se 10.55 aur teesara 11.10 se 12. Uske baad usko roj 30 min staff room mein baithane jaroori tha. Agar kisi student ko doubts puchana hai to wo staff room mein aa sakte hai us 30 min mein. 12.30 pm Kritika ka college ka din khatam hota tha

Pahele din teeno lecture mein 15-20 hi students the, jabki per class students 40-50 the. Us din pure college mein ye news ho gayee ki nayi economics ki lecturer bahut achcha padhati hai aur wo young aur bahut khubsurat hai. Dusare din uske teeno lecture mein 100% attendance tha. Ladkiya padhane aayi thi. Jo hushar ladke the wo bhi class mein padhane aaye the aur jo badmaash ladke the wo unki nayee young aur khubsurat madam ko dekhane aaye the. Unme se 3 the - Rahul , Sushil aur Sam. Wo final year ( 3rd Year) ke students the. Wo sabse aakhri row mein baithe the. Rahul aur sushil ek bench pe aur Sam baju wale bench pe.  Wo pure lecture mein kritika ko continuous ghure ja rahe the. Kritika ko bada ajeeb laga. Usko unka ghurana nahi par unki kuch aur bate ajeeb lagi. Usko, ladko ko uske taraf continuously ghurake dekhana naya nahi tha. Usko uski college se aadat thi. Bahut khubsurat hone ke wajah se college jamane se ladke uske piche pade rehte ya usko ghurate rehte. Aaise ladko ko ignore karna usko pata tha. Usko ajeeb ye laga ki final year mein sab students 20-21 saal ke the par ye teeno umar se bade lag rahe the. Aur wo pakke tapori lag rahe thee. Aaise top college jahan admission milna mushkil hai wahan unko admission kaise mila ye sochke wo hairaan ho gayi. 

Baat ye thi ki Rahul ek top politician ka beta tha aur sushil ek bade Business man ka. Dono bahut bigade huye the. Un dono ki umar 23 saal ki thi. 1st standard se 12th Tak wo 3 baar fail ho chuke the. Isliye wo umar mein bade the. Sam yek annath ladka tha. Wo 24 saal ka tha aur Kritika se 3-4 mahine hi chota tha. 10th tak wo achcha student tha. 10th ke baad uske parents gujar gaye the to wo aage padh nahi paya. Kuch saalo baad uski mulakaat Rahul aur Sushil se huye. Wo pakke dost ban gaye aur Sam ne unke saath padhaane shuru Kiya. 
Un teeno ka padhai se koi lena dena nahi tha. Rahul aur Sushil ke papa ne apana money aur political power use karke un teeno ko aaise achche college mein admission dilaya tha. Wo 1st year aur second year bhi copy karke pass huye the. Wo teeno bahut Badmash the. College mein bahut kam aate the aur aane ke baad sirf masti karte the. Wo pakke chuddakad bhi the. Unhone college ki bahut saari ladkiyo ki chudai ki thi. 

Sushil aur Rahul achche personality ke ladke the but Sam alag tha. Wo 6.5 height ka ek bahut tagda aur dikhane mein handsome ladka tha. Asal mein wo ek body builder tha. Wo body building completion mein participate karta aur usne bahut saare awards bhi jeete the. Uspe ladkiya bahut jaldi fida hoti thi. Pahele wo ladki patata aur unki chudai karta. Phir unko apne dosto se bhi chudwata. Wo apni daal roti ke liye morning aur evening mein gym trainer ka job karta tha. Waha gym mein aane waali ladkiya aur jawan khubsurat auroto ko pata kar unki chudayi karta. Phir Rahul aur Sushil bhi unki chudayi karte. Asal mein ladkiya patane ki liye hi Rahul aur sushil ne Sam se dosti ki thi aur uske kharche bhi uthate the. 

Dusare din bhi class mein wo teeno Kritika ko continuous ghur rahe the. Kritika jab bhi unke taraf dekhati to wo ghurate hi nazar aate. Usne bhi unko ghurke dekha taaki wo Darr jaye. But kuch nahi hua. Teesari din bhi wo ghur rahe the. Kritika padhate padhate unke pass gayi aur unse unke taraf ekdum pass se dekha. Usko laga ki pass mein jane se wo apni teacher se nazar nahi mila payenge aur niche dekhenge. Par pass mein bhi unhone Kritika ke saath nazar se nazar milai. Kritika ne khud sharam ke maare nazar niche ki. Waise aur chauthe din hua. Phir chouthe din class ke baad Kritika ne Shalini ko staaf room mein ye baat batayee. Shalini Madam ne ek saal pahele hi wo college join Kiya tha wo 28-29 saal ki thi. Baki sab Kritika se 10-15 saal bade the. Isliye 4 din mein Kritika ki sirf Shalini ke saath pehchan huyi thi. 

Shalini: mujhe pata tha ki tum mujhe ye puchogi. 

Phir Shalini ne un teeno ke baare mein sab Kritika ko bataya. 

Shalini: Dekho wo ghurate rahenge. Tum ignore karte rehna. Unke taraf bilkul dhyan mat dena. Mai ek saal se ignore kar rahi hu. Mujhe bhi wo hamesha ghurate hai. Ye final year hai . Agle saal se to wo nahi hoge. Mujhe to chodo wo Vandana mam ko bhi 2 saal se ghur rahe hain. Wo umar mein unse kitni badi hai. 

Kritika: ye Vandana mam kaun hai

Shalini ne ek aurat ke taraf ishara kiya. Vandana mam 38-40 ki hogi par wo slim aur dekhane mein achchi th 

Shalini: mujhe Vandana mam ne hi bataya tha unko ignore karne ke liye. Dekho kuch din wo roj tumko ghurate rahenge. Phir unko pata chala ki tum ignore kar rahi ho to wo roj nahi aayenge. Kabhi kabhi mood hua to college aate hai. Tumhara problem solve. Maine bhi yehi kiya aur ab wo mere class mein hafte mein 1-2 din aate hai. Aur ha unse panga mat lena. Nahi to tumhara Rakhi jaisa ho jayega. 

Kritika: kaun Rakhi 

Shalini: pichale saal ki baat hai. Rakhi ek tumhare umar ki khubsurat library assistant thi. Usko join karke ek mahina hi hua tha. Ye teeno roj library jake usko gurate rehte. Ek din wo un teeno pe library mein sab students ke saamne bahut chillayee aur principal ko unki complaint kiya . Dusare din se Rakhi kabhi college aayi nahi. Suna hau ki Rahul ke papa ke ek aadmi ne use kidnap kiya aur uska 2-3 din bang kiya. Phir wo college chodke chali gayi.

Kritika was shock: OMG . Ye teeno us level ke kamine hai. 

Shalini: isliye bol Rahi hu. Unko ignore karo. Waise bhi tum sirf 6 mahine ke liye aayi ho. 

Rakhi ki story 

Rakhi ek 25 saal ki khubsurat ladki thi. Uske shaadi ko 2 saal ho gaye the. Ghar ke financial problem ke wajah uske pati Dubai chale gaye jyada paise kamane.  Ghar pe wo akeli thi. Isliye usne college mein library assistant ka job liya. Jab usne Rahul, Sam aur Shushil ki complaint ki us din Rahul ne Raka ko call lagaya. Raka ye Rahul ke papa ka farmhouse ka caretaker tha aur bahut bada gunda. 6 foot ke uper lamba aur bahut hatta katta tha. Rahul ke papa ke kaam jaise kisiko dhamki dena, kisiki pitai karna ya kisiko uthake lana ye sab wo aur uske aadmi karte the. 

Complaint ke dusare din Rakhi jab ghar se college ke liye nikal gayi. Usne jeans aur T shirt pehene thi. Ghar se wo 100 meter door aayi thi ki, ek gadi uske paas aake ruki . Usme se ek aadmi ne uske muh pe spray kiya aur use gaadi ke ander khich liya aur gaadi chali gayee. Ye itne jaldi hua ki dekhane wali ko pata hi nahi chala ki kya hua. 
Rakhi ko jab hosh aaya to wo ek bahut bade bedroom mein bed pe lete hua thi. Usne dekha ki Rahul , Sam aur Shushil uske saamne khade hai. Usne charo taraf dekha aur samaj gayi ki wo waha kyu hai.

Rakhi : kamino ye kaha leke aaye mujhe. Chalo mujhe jane do

Wo chalane lagi par Sam ne use wapis bed pe dhakel diya

Rakhi : mujhe jaane do warne mai chillaungi

Rahul : tum kitna bhi chillao. Yaha door door tak koi nahi sunega.kal to tu bahut garam ho rahi thi na. Aaj teri Plpuri garmi nikalenge.

Ab Rakhi ko aandaza aa gaya tha ki uska kya haal hoga. Wo rone lagi
Rakhi: plz mujhe jaane do. Mujhe maaf kardo. Mai apni complaint wapis lungi. Plz . Mai shadi shuda hu. Mai barbaad ho jaungi.

 

]]> Kritika Patel ek bahut hi khubsurat shaadi shuda aurat thi. Uska figure katilana tha. Wo Ahmedabad rehti th aur India ke ameer khandan mein se ek Kantilal Patel ki Bahu aur Ravi Patel ki patni thi.

Kritika , 24 saal ki bahut hi khubsurat ladki thi. Ravi use shadi ke pahele 5 saal se janata tha. Unki love cum arrange marriage tha. 

Kritika jab 18 saal ki thi tab usne Ahmedabad ke sabase top college mein, Economics and finance degree ke first year ko admission liya tha. Tab Ravi ne use paheli baar dekha tha. Us college mein Economics aur finance ki degree ke liye all India entrance exam hoti thi. Kritika ne wo entrance exam all India level pe top kiya tha. 12th mein bhi wo state mein se first aayee thi. Kritika bahut hi padhaku ladki thi. Usne zindagi mein padhai ke alawa kuch bhi nahi kiya tha. Uski sirf ek dost thi. Uske papa bhi ek achche business men the. Ravi usase do saal bada tha aur wo usi degree college mein final year ko tha. Wo itne Ameer ghar ka hone par bhi class ka topper tha. Wo allrounder tha. Masti aur padhai dono mein number one. Kritika ko pahele din college mein dekhake usko love at first sight hua tha. 

2 hafte baad freshers party mein Kritika Ravi se paheli baar mili. Ravi topper hone ke wajah se Kritika Ravi se college ke library mein regular milti aur padhai ko leke, apne kuch doubt puchati. Ravi aur Kritika dono college ke baad padhai karne roj library mein rukte. Ravi ki pahele do girlfriends ho chuki thi but ab wo single tha. Kritika ko usne bahut baar library ke bahar kahi aur milne ko kaha but ghar se college aur College se gahr iske siva Kritika kahi nahi jaati. Uske kapade ki shopping bhi uski mummy karti. Wo kabhi bhi shopping karne bhi nahi jaati.

 Ek saal khatam hua . Ravi ne college mein top kiya aur Kritika ne University top kiya first year mein. Wo gold medalist thi. Kuch subject mein to usne marks ke record tod diye the. Usko aur Ravi ko college mein facilitate kiya gaya. Ravi ne usi college mein PG ko admission liya. Ab 2 saal gujar gaye. In 2 saal Ravi aur Kritika regular milte the . Par college ke campus, library aur canteen chodke wo dono bahar kahi nahi mile. Ravi bahut baar use bahar milne bulaya but kritika ne mana kar diya. Ravi ne PG me bhi top kiya aur Kritika agle 2 saal gold medalist thi. Ravi kritika se bahut pyaar karta tha. Par Ravi ke papa use USA bhejna chahate the MBA karne. Ravi USA chala gaya aur Kritika ne PG Ko admission liya. Par Ravi USA se har teesare din Kritika ko video call karta. Par Kiritika Ravi ko sirf apna dost manati aur kuch nahi.

PG mein Kritika ki pehchaan Shruti Singh se huyi. Shruti ameer khandan ki ek aayaash ladki thi. Dikhane mein wo bhi bahut sunder thi. Uske bahut saare boyfriends thee jinke saath wo bahut bar chudai karti thi. Shruti ko to waise itne bade college mein admission milna

namumkin tha, jahan sirf top ke students ko hi admission milta tha. par uske papa us college ke trusti hone ke karan unhone bade jugad karke Shruti ko us college mein admission dilaya tha. Shruti aur Kritika ke papa achcahe dost thee isliye kritika Shruti ko bachpan se janati thi. 
Kritika  ek simple jeans aur kurti pehenke apane papa ki car leke roj College aati. Wo typical BEHENJI type ladki thi aur Shruti ekdum opposite. Uske kapade bahut mordern type ke hote the. Shruti ke bahut force karne par kritika ne abhi malls mein shopping karne lagi thi. Usko shopping mein maja aane laga. Phir Shruti ke wajah se wo night clubs mein Jana shuru Kiya tha. Waha usko bahut maja aane laga. Par ghar pe aate hi wo kitabo mein kho jaati thi. Shurti ne use BEHENJI se mordern banaya. Ab wo thode morden kapade pehenti aur usne parlour jake apne looks ko bhi kafi sudhara tha.

Ravi jab 5 mahine baad pahele baar India aaya to wo sabse pahele kritika se milne College gaya. Kritika ke kapade, badla huwa looks dekhake wo hairaan ho gaya. Wo pahele se bhi jyada khubsurat lagne lagi thi. Tab Kritika use ek restaurant leke gayi. Ye ravi ke liye dusara shock tha. Dono bahut der tak restaurant mein the. Wo 10 din Indian mein tha aur roj Kritika se milta tha. 

Ek saal chala gaya. Kritika ne phir se PG ke pahele saal top kiya aur gold medalist thi.  2-3 mahine ke baad ek din kritika Shruti ke naye boyfriend Rajesh se mili. Wo ek bahut hi bigada hua ladka tha. Wo Shurti ki hamesha chudayi karta. Kritika ko dekhate hi wo uski chudai ka plan banane laga . 

Kuch hafto baad wo teeno ek night club mein dance kar rahe the. Tab usne kritika ko jabardasti whiskey pilaye. Kritika ne paheli baar daaru piya tha, to use thodi Chad gayi thi. Iska fayada leke Rajesh kritika ko drive pe leke gaya. Kritika aadhe neend me thi. Thoda door jake usne ek sunsan gali mein gaadi roki. Usne kritika ko back seat pe le gaya. Kritika ne ek skirt aur ek sexy top pehena tha. Usne Kritika ko kiss kiya. Hangover hone ki wajah se Kritika bhi use kissa karne lagi. Usne Kritika ka top nikala aur bra bhi aur uske boobs ko aur nipples ko masalne laga . Kritika ki siskariya nikalenge lagi. Wo ab thodi hosh mein aa gayi par wo garam bhi ho gayi thi. Uske liye ye ek naya experience tha aur use maja bhi aa raha tha. Pahele baar uske chut mein se paani nikal raha tha. Rajesh ne uski chut chatana shuru Kiya ab wo jor jor se ahhhhhhh ahhhhhhhh ahhhhhhhhh karne lagi. Phir Rajesh ne apna Lund uski chut mein dala to usko bahut dard huwa. Uski virgin chut phat gayee.  Wo dard ke wajah se  chillane lagi ...par thodi der ke baad use maja aane laga. ...... Uski siskariya aaahhhhh ahhhhhh nikale lagi. Ek ghanta chudai ke baad Rajesh ne use ghar chod diya. 

Shruti ko jab ye pata chala to usne Kiritika ko kaha ki tu ab bachchi se sahi mayne mein ladki ban gayi hai. Uske baad kritika ne aur do baar Rajesh ke saath chudayi kiya. Usko bada maja aaya. Uska padhai se dhyan hat gaya tha. Usne porn video dekhana shuru kar diya tha. Us month end test mein Kritika ke low marks aaye. Wo top 5 mein bhi nahi thi. Wo din bhar bahut royi. Uske professors bhi shock ho gaye. Dusare din se wo padhai mein double mehnat karne lagi. Rajesh use phone karke pareshan karne laga . Par usne Shruti ko bola ki Rajesh ko bolo usase door rahe. Rajesh waise bhi use 3 baar pel chuka tha to ab wo bi kisi aur ladki ke piche timepass karne laga. 

Ravi ke lagatar video calls aate the. Kritika ko apne maa baap ke alawa Ravi hi aaisa tha jisase wo bahut comfortable feel karti thi. Usko Ravi bahut achcha lagne laga tha aur uske liye feeling hone lagi thi. Rajesh ke saath chudai ke baad, uske andar ab ladko ke liye attraction paida ho gaya tha, jo pahele kabhi nahi tha. 2 mahine baad Ravi jab aaya to Kritika khud uske ghar usaase milne gayi. Wo uske mata pita se bhi mili. Ravi bhi paheli baar uske ghar gaya tha. Uske baad Kritika ne apna pura dhyan padhai pe laga diya. Wo sirf kabhi kabhi Shruti ke saath shopping pe jati. Aur 2-3 mahino baad Ravi firse ek short visit ke liya aaya tha to usne kritika ke saath bahut time saath mein bitaya. Ab Ravi ko samaj mein aa raha tha ki Kritika usaae pyaar karne lagi hai. Uski US mein 2-3 girlfriends thi par Kritika uske liye uski zindagi thi.

8-9 mahine beet gaye. Shruti ka PG complete ho gaya aur wo final mein bhi gold medalist thi. Kritika ka aim tha PhD karne ka. Graduation ke time se hi usne socha tha ki wo Economics mein PhD karegi. Wo " Economics and rural India" aaise subject pe PhD karna chahati thi. Jab ye baat, usne apne PG ke professor ke saath discuss kiya, to unhone Kritika se kaha ki wo aaise difficult subject pe PhD nahi kare. Wo bahut mushkil hai. Aaj Tak aaise subject pe PhD Koi nahi kar paya tha. Par Kritika padhai ke mamle mein bahut jiddi thi. Usne tay kar liya ki wo usi subject pe PhD karegi aur wo bhi Rajnath Sir ko project guide leke. Rajnath choudhary ye ek bahut mashhur economics ke professor the aur writer bhi. Unki economic pe likhi huyi books mein se Kritika ne PG ki padhai ki thi. Wo ek famous PhD ke guide the aur Ahmedabad mein rehte the. Wo apne student ki pahele apne hisab se interview lete the aur phir sochate ki wo unka student ban sakta ya nahi. Unka appointment bhi jaldi nahi milta tha. 

Sheetal ,Kritika ki distance cousin thi. Usne ek sala pahele hi Rajnath Sir ke under PhD complete ki thi. Uski madad se Kritika Rajnath Sir se milne gayi. Rajnath uske academic career se bahut impress huye. Unhone uska interview liya. Kritika ke answer and knowledge dekhake wo khud shock ho gaye. Bahut saalo baad unko itna intelligent student mila tha. Unhone Kritika ka subject dekhake use warn kiya ki, iske liye bahut mehnat lagegi. Kritika ready thi. Unhone PhD ka process bataya

Pahele ke subject ke hisaab se ek plan submit karo . use university ne ne approve kiya to tum as a PhD ki student registration ho jayega University mein

Phir mushkil phase - 6 months mein ek research submit karo University mein. Wo research har mahine guide se review karane ka 

Next 6 months ananlysis and feedback on research submit karna. Wo ek jyada mehnat wala kaam nahi but dimaag wala phase hai

Phir 3-4 onsite visit in any small village and submit an actual onsite research in 6 months.
Har mahine guide ko review ke liye work submit karna. Final PhD work should have guide remark and observation note before submitting to University 

Kritika ne apana PhD ka plan banana shuru kiya. Tabhi Ravi MBA karke India aa gaya. Usne aate hi apna papa ka business join kar diya. Uska aim tha ki wo papa ke business ko 2-3 saal mein double kar de . Kritika bhi PhD mein busy thi. Wo dono din bhar apne kaam mein busy rehete aur sham ko roj milte. Kritika Ravi ke bahut close aa gayi thi. Kuch dino baad unka ek dusare ke saath kissing aur touching bhi chalu ho gaya.

 2  months bahut mehnat karke Kritika ne apne PhD subject ka plan Rajnath Sir ko bheja. Unhone kuch changes suggest kiye. Wo changes karke Kritika ne wo plan University submit kiya. 2 hafte mein wo PhD student register ho gayi. Wo bahut kush thi. 

Usne Ravi ko Ghar pe bulaya. Ghar pe wo akeli thi. Ravi ne aate hi use kiss kiya aur god me uthake bedroom le gaya. Usne Kritika ko bed pe lita ke usko nanga kar diya aur khud bhi nanga ho gaya. Wo kritika ke pure body pe kiss karne laga. Kritika ki ahhhhhh nikal gayi....... Pure ek saal ke baad use kisi mard ne chua tha. Wo jor jor se ahhhhhh ahhhh karne lagi aur garam ho gayi. Ravi ne dheere dheere se uski chut mein apna Lund daalne laga . Uske hisaab se wo virgin thi. Ravi ka Lund Rajesh ke lund se bada tha aur ek saal ke baad chut mein Lund lene ki wajah se use dard hone laga ....wo chillai 
Ueee mamaa .....Dard ho raha hai Ravi ......nikalo plz ..... ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh 
Ravi ko yahi lag raha tha ki uski virgin chut phat rahi hai isliye use dard ho raha hai. Usne pura lund under daalne ke baad phir lund aage phiche karne laga. Ab kritika ko bhi maja aane laga ...uski jor jor se siskariya nikalne lagi
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Ravi maja aa raha hai Ravi......maja aa raha hai....
Phir Ravi ne chudia ki speed badha thi aur Kritika jor se chillai 
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.....dheere Ravi dheere karo na ...Ravi ....... Ahhhhhhbh ...... Thodi der mein wo jhad gayi ....... Ravi ne phir use doggie style mein tukhai shuru kar di ...... Kritika was height of her pleasures..... Wo ahhhhhhh ahhhhhhhh kar rahi thi. Wo 3-4 baar jhad chuki thi......ek ghante baad Ravi uski chut mein jhad gaya. 

Wo Kritika ke baju mein let gaya..... Dono thak gaye the. Usne Kritika ko apne bahon mein liya aur pucha

Ravi : Kaisa laga baby
Kritika: maja aaya honey 
Ravi : to ab se roj mere ghar ke bedroom mein hum dono sex karenge
Kritika shock mein :  matlab
Ravi : mein apne pyaari patni se roj apne bedroom mein sex karunga 

Kritika Sharma gayi aur Ravi se lipat gayee

Dusare din dono ne apne apne ghar mein shaadi ki baat ki. Unki shaadi ki date fix ho gayi. Ek mahine mein dono ki shaadi ho gayi. Shadi mein Rajnaath Sir bhi aaye the. Unhone Shaadi ke baad, Kritika kahi apne thesis late na kare, ye concerns ke bare mein baat ki. Tab Ravi ne unko promise kiya ki Kritika sab thesis time pe degi. Phir wo dono 10 din Mauritius honeymoon ke liye gaye.

Kritika ke PhD ke liye pahele 6 mahine bahut important the. Ravi ko bhi apna papa ka business expand karna tha. Uske liye agla 2 saal bahut important tha. Isliye Unhone decide Kiya ki Kritika ki PhD tak wo family planning karenge. Aur jab tak Kritika ka six months ka thesis complete nahi hota tab tak wo pura hafta padhai karengi aur Sunday ko padhai ko chutti . Sunday ko din bhar husband wife enjoy karenge

Kritika ke ghar mein bahut naukar the. Chote se chote kaam ke liye bhi naukar the. Use kuch bhi kaam karne ki jarurat nahi thi. Ghar kharche ka pura budget uski sasuma , Shanti Devi ke haath mein tha. Kritika ko usme koi interest nahi tha. Wo din bhar padhai karti. Roj morning mein uthane ke baad aur raat ko sone se pahele wo pati patni sex karte. Kritika duniya ke liye bahut sidhi sadhi aur bholi thi par jab wo Ravi ke saath bedroom mein hoti to wo ek natkhat bachche ki tarah bahut masti karti. Sunday wo din mein family ke saath time bitate aur late afternoon mein shopping ko jate. Evening mein wo Ravi ke kuch dosto ke family ke saath parties ya dance club jaate. 

One month beet gaya.  Kritika ne apna pahele research job Rajnath ko bhej diya. Rajnath ne kuch changes ke saath use ok kar diya. 

Kritika college mein ya ghar pe ek obedient student or beti thi. Sasural mein bhi wo apne saas sasur ki har baat manati. Usko na shopping ka shauk tha aur na jewellery ka. Uske kapade bhi shopping karte samay Ravi  khareed ke deta. Uski kabhi koi demand nahi hoti. Shanti Devi ka social circle achcha tha. Wo hamesh apne friends ke saath parties mein jaati. Har party me uski friends apne Bahu ki buraiya karti. Koi bolti ki Bahu meri baat nahi sunati, to dusari bahu bahut shopping karti hai to tisari bolati ki uske bahu ko ghar apne hisab se chalana hai. Shanti Devi ke pass apne Bahu ke baare mein koi complaint nahi thi. 

Ye baat jab usne apne pati aur bete ko batai to dono jor se hase. Shanti Devi boli shayad wohi ek aasi saas hai jise bahu ke saath jhagda karne ka koi anubhav nahi hai. 

6 mahine beet gaye. Kritika ne apna sabse important thesis Rajnaath ko bhej diya. Rajnaath ne use padhake kuch suggestion bole. Wo suggestion karke Kritika ne apna thesis University submit Kiya. 2 hafte mein iska thesis University mein approve ho gaya. Kritika ne uske PhD ka important phase paar kar diya tha. Wo bahut kush thi. Us din raat ko wo sex mein bahut agressive thi. Wo Ravi ko baar baar jor se ......aahhh..... Jor se ahhhhh Ahhhhhhhhhhh keh rahi thi. Jab Ravi thak gaya to wo khud Ravi ke Lund pe baith ke apni gaand ko uper niche karne lagi......Aaj uski siskariya jor jor se Ahhhhhhh ahhhhhh nikal rahi thi. Ravi ko bhi pata tha jab Kritika kush hoti hai wo chudayi mein bahut agressive hoti hai. Aaj usne Kritika ki nahi, Kritika ne uski chudayi ki thi. Almost ek ghante baad Kritika thak chuki thi aur 3-4 baar jhad chuki thi. Aaj usne paheli baar Ravi ka Lund bhi muh mein liya tha. Uske pahele Ravi ne use bahut baar lund chusne ko bola par Kritika ne mana kiya tha. Par aaj uske under sex ka toofaan tha. 
Ravi : aaj to maja aa gaya baby 

Kritika, jor jor se saas lete lete : kal sabere bhi maja aayega baby. 2- 3 din tak kritika sex mein bahut agressive thi.

Ab Kritika ke PhD ka dusara phase chalu ho gaya jo 6 months ka tha. Usme mehnat kam aur dimag ka kaam jyada tha. Ab use roj 2-3 ghanta padhai ki jarurat thi jo wo roj shyam 4 baje se 6-7 baje tak karati. Ek hafta beet gaya. Kritika ghar mein bore ho jati. Morning mein to wo bahut bore ho jati. Ek din wo Shruti se milne gayi to shruti ne usase kaha


Shruthi: tu ek boyfriend bana le. Ek nahi 2-3 bana le. Phir tu roj bore nahi hogi. Mere dekh. Shaadi ke baad bhi 5 boyfriends hain. Ek to Mere pati ka driver hi hai.
Kritika: aaisa sirf tu hi kar sakati hai, mai nahi. 

Shantidevi ko pata tha ki Kritika ghar pe roj bore ho rahi hai. Usne use shopping jane ki salah di. Kritika ne kaha uske pass sab kuch hai. Wo aur kya shopping karegi.
Kuch dino baad usene newspaper mein ek 6 months ke liye economics ki temporary professor ki avdt dekhi. Wo ek top aur reputed college ki advt. thi. Roj morning ke 4 ghante ka kaam tha. Kritika ko laga ki agar ye job usko mil jaati hai to wo roj  morning mein college jayegi after afternoon mein padhai karegi. Aaisa uska din nikal jayega. Usne bina gharwalo se puche job ke liye apply kiya aur interview ko gayi. Principal ne use academic record dekhake use turant select kar kiya. Wo khud PhD tha aur PhD guide bhi. Use pata tha ki Rajnath Sir ke under PhD karne waali ladki kitni talented hogi. Usne use 2 din ke baad Monday se join karne bola.

Kritika ne jab ye job ki baat ghar pe batai to Ravi ne mana kar diya. Par uski mummy ne bola
Shantidevi: dekh Ravi, Kritika ghar mein din bhar bahut bore ho jati hain. Job karegi to Kam se kam wo busy ho jaayegi. Aur konsa wo permanent job hai. Sirf 6 mahine ke liye hai.
Kantilal: beta Kritika bahut bholi aur sidhi hai.  Job karegi to bahar char logo se milegi. Kuch duniyadari seekh jayegi. Uske liye independently kuch karna jaroori hai, taaki wo kuch bold ban sake. 
Par unhe ye pata nahi tha ki ye job use itna bold bana dega ki wo ek bahut badi Randi ban jayegi

Apne maa baap ki baat Ravi ko thik lagi aur usne Kritika ko job karne ki permission de diya. Kritika us raat ko bhi sex mein bahut agressive thi. Usne Ravi ka lund bhi bahut chusaa. Dono sex ke baad thak gaye thee.

Ravi: papa ko lagta hai ki tum bahut sidhi aur bholi ho. Unko kaun bataye ki tu bedroom mein kitni badmaash hai. 

Dono haasne lage. 

Monday ko Kritika apni mehengi Skoda car, jise Ravi ne usko wedding gift diya tha, wo leke college ja rahi thi. College Jane ke liye usko 20 min aur aane ko 30-35 min lagte the. Aate samay traffic jyada hota tha. Use 9 baje college pahuchna tha.
Aaj kritika ke liye uska college ka pahele din tha . Wo college ke raste ja rahi thi. Par use ye pata nahi tha ki yahi rasta uske sanskari ladki se bahut badi randi banane ka rasta hai ..... Uski college mein zindagi badalne waali hai. Wo aage chalke bahut saare lund ki sawari karne waali hai. 

Kritika ko college mein 1st year, second and third year ke roj ek ek lecturers lene the. Ek lecture 50 min ka tha aur phir 15 min ka gap.

Pahele lecture 9 se 9.50 , dusara 10.05 se 10.55 aur teesara 11.10 se 12. Uske baad usko roj 30 min staff room mein baithane jaroori tha. Agar kisi student ko doubts puchana hai to wo staff room mein aa sakte hai us 30 min mein. 12.30 pm Kritika ka college ka din khatam hota tha

Pahele din teeno lecture mein 15-20 hi students the, jabki per class students 40-50 the. Us din pure college mein ye news ho gayee ki nayi economics ki lecturer bahut achcha padhati hai aur wo young aur bahut khubsurat hai. Dusare din uske teeno lecture mein 100% attendance tha. Ladkiya padhane aayi thi. Jo hushar ladke the wo bhi class mein padhane aaye the aur jo badmaash ladke the wo unki nayee young aur khubsurat madam ko dekhane aaye the. Unme se 3 the - Rahul , Sushil aur Sam. Wo final year ( 3rd Year) ke students the. Wo sabse aakhri row mein baithe the. Rahul aur sushil ek bench pe aur Sam baju wale bench pe.  Wo pure lecture mein kritika ko continuous ghure ja rahe the. Kritika ko bada ajeeb laga. Usko unka ghurana nahi par unki kuch aur bate ajeeb lagi. Usko, ladko ko uske taraf continuously ghurake dekhana naya nahi tha. Usko uski college se aadat thi. Bahut khubsurat hone ke wajah se college jamane se ladke uske piche pade rehte ya usko ghurate rehte. Aaise ladko ko ignore karna usko pata tha. Usko ajeeb ye laga ki final year mein sab students 20-21 saal ke the par ye teeno umar se bade lag rahe the. Aur wo pakke tapori lag rahe thee. Aaise top college jahan admission milna mushkil hai wahan unko admission kaise mila ye sochke wo hairaan ho gayi. 

Baat ye thi ki Rahul ek top politician ka beta tha aur sushil ek bade Business man ka. Dono bahut bigade huye the. Un dono ki umar 23 saal ki thi. 1st standard se 12th Tak wo 3 baar fail ho chuke the. Isliye wo umar mein bade the. Sam yek annath ladka tha. Wo 24 saal ka tha aur Kritika se 3-4 mahine hi chota tha. 10th tak wo achcha student tha. 10th ke baad uske parents gujar gaye the to wo aage padh nahi paya. Kuch saalo baad uski mulakaat Rahul aur Sushil se huye. Wo pakke dost ban gaye aur Sam ne unke saath padhaane shuru Kiya. 
Un teeno ka padhai se koi lena dena nahi tha. Rahul aur Sushil ke papa ne apana money aur political power use karke un teeno ko aaise achche college mein admission dilaya tha. Wo 1st year aur second year bhi copy karke pass huye the. Wo teeno bahut Badmash the. College mein bahut kam aate the aur aane ke baad sirf masti karte the. Wo pakke chuddakad bhi the. Unhone college ki bahut saari ladkiyo ki chudai ki thi. 

Sushil aur Rahul achche personality ke ladke the but Sam alag tha. Wo 6.5 height ka ek bahut tagda aur dikhane mein handsome ladka tha. Asal mein wo ek body builder tha. Wo body building completion mein participate karta aur usne bahut saare awards bhi jeete the. Uspe ladkiya bahut jaldi fida hoti thi. Pahele wo ladki patata aur unki chudai karta. Phir unko apne dosto se bhi chudwata. Wo apni daal roti ke liye morning aur evening mein gym trainer ka job karta tha. Waha gym mein aane waali ladkiya aur jawan khubsurat auroto ko pata kar unki chudayi karta. Phir Rahul aur Sushil bhi unki chudayi karte. Asal mein ladkiya patane ki liye hi Rahul aur sushil ne Sam se dosti ki thi aur uske kharche bhi uthate the. 

Dusare din bhi class mein wo teeno Kritika ko continuous ghur rahe the. Kritika jab bhi unke taraf dekhati to wo ghurate hi nazar aate. Usne bhi unko ghurke dekha taaki wo Darr jaye. But kuch nahi hua. Teesari din bhi wo ghur rahe the. Kritika padhate padhate unke pass gayi aur unse unke taraf ekdum pass se dekha. Usko laga ki pass mein jane se wo apni teacher se nazar nahi mila payenge aur niche dekhenge. Par pass mein bhi unhone Kritika ke saath nazar se nazar milai. Kritika ne khud sharam ke maare nazar niche ki. Waise aur chauthe din hua. Phir chouthe din class ke baad Kritika ne Shalini ko staaf room mein ye baat batayee. Shalini Madam ne ek saal pahele hi wo college join Kiya tha wo 28-29 saal ki thi. Baki sab Kritika se 10-15 saal bade the. Isliye 4 din mein Kritika ki sirf Shalini ke saath pehchan huyi thi. 

Shalini: mujhe pata tha ki tum mujhe ye puchogi. 

Phir Shalini ne un teeno ke baare mein sab Kritika ko bataya. 

Shalini: Dekho wo ghurate rahenge. Tum ignore karte rehna. Unke taraf bilkul dhyan mat dena. Mai ek saal se ignore kar rahi hu. Mujhe bhi wo hamesha ghurate hai. Ye final year hai . Agle saal se to wo nahi hoge. Mujhe to chodo wo Vandana mam ko bhi 2 saal se ghur rahe hain. Wo umar mein unse kitni badi hai. 

Kritika: ye Vandana mam kaun hai

Shalini ne ek aurat ke taraf ishara kiya. Vandana mam 38-40 ki hogi par wo slim aur dekhane mein achchi th 

Shalini: mujhe Vandana mam ne hi bataya tha unko ignore karne ke liye. Dekho kuch din wo roj tumko ghurate rahenge. Phir unko pata chala ki tum ignore kar rahi ho to wo roj nahi aayenge. Kabhi kabhi mood hua to college aate hai. Tumhara problem solve. Maine bhi yehi kiya aur ab wo mere class mein hafte mein 1-2 din aate hai. Aur ha unse panga mat lena. Nahi to tumhara Rakhi jaisa ho jayega. 

Kritika: kaun Rakhi 

Shalini: pichale saal ki baat hai. Rakhi ek tumhare umar ki khubsurat library assistant thi. Usko join karke ek mahina hi hua tha. Ye teeno roj library jake usko gurate rehte. Ek din wo un teeno pe library mein sab students ke saamne bahut chillayee aur principal ko unki complaint kiya . Dusare din se Rakhi kabhi college aayi nahi. Suna hau ki Rahul ke papa ke ek aadmi ne use kidnap kiya aur uska 2-3 din bang kiya. Phir wo college chodke chali gayi.

Kritika was shock: OMG . Ye teeno us level ke kamine hai. 

Shalini: isliye bol Rahi hu. Unko ignore karo. Waise bhi tum sirf 6 mahine ke liye aayi ho. 

Rakhi ki story 

Rakhi ek 25 saal ki khubsurat ladki thi. Uske shaadi ko 2 saal ho gaye the. Ghar ke financial problem ke wajah uske pati Dubai chale gaye jyada paise kamane.  Ghar pe wo akeli thi. Isliye usne college mein library assistant ka job liya. Jab usne Rahul, Sam aur Shushil ki complaint ki us din Rahul ne Raka ko call lagaya. Raka ye Rahul ke papa ka farmhouse ka caretaker tha aur bahut bada gunda. 6 foot ke uper lamba aur bahut hatta katta tha. Rahul ke papa ke kaam jaise kisiko dhamki dena, kisiki pitai karna ya kisiko uthake lana ye sab wo aur uske aadmi karte the. 

Complaint ke dusare din Rakhi jab ghar se college ke liye nikal gayi. Usne jeans aur T shirt pehene thi. Ghar se wo 100 meter door aayi thi ki, ek gadi uske paas aake ruki . Usme se ek aadmi ne uske muh pe spray kiya aur use gaadi ke ander khich liya aur gaadi chali gayee. Ye itne jaldi hua ki dekhane wali ko pata hi nahi chala ki kya hua. 
Rakhi ko jab hosh aaya to wo ek bahut bade bedroom mein bed pe lete hua thi. Usne dekha ki Rahul , Sam aur Shushil uske saamne khade hai. Usne charo taraf dekha aur samaj gayi ki wo waha kyu hai.

Rakhi : kamino ye kaha leke aaye mujhe. Chalo mujhe jane do

Wo chalane lagi par Sam ne use wapis bed pe dhakel diya

Rakhi : mujhe jaane do warne mai chillaungi

Rahul : tum kitna bhi chillao. Yaha door door tak koi nahi sunega.kal to tu bahut garam ho rahi thi na. Aaj teri Plpuri garmi nikalenge.

Ab Rakhi ko aandaza aa gaya tha ki uska kya haal hoga. Wo rone lagi
Rakhi: plz mujhe jaane do. Mujhe maaf kardo. Mai apni complaint wapis lungi. Plz . Mai shadi shuda hu. Mai barbaad ho jaungi.

 

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She was 42 but looked younger, with soft curves that years of homemaking had given her a gentle fullness—full breasts, wide hips, and long dark hair she usually kept in a simple bun. Innocent in every way. Devoted widow since Dad passed away when I was ten. She had sacrificed everything for me, working odd jobs while raising me. That's why, when I saw the college notice for a six-month "Professional Skill Development Course" in communication, digital marketing, and soft skills—open to outsiders too—I suggested it.

"Mom, you should join," I said one evening, pushing my plate away after dinner. "It'll be good for you. Get out of the house, learn new things. The timings are evening batches, so it won't clash with anything."

She smiled shyly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "But beta, I'm so old for college stuff. What will people think?"

I insisted. "No one will know anything. And Mom... important point—don't tell anyone there that I'm your son. Just say you're a working professional or something. I don't want the teasing. You know how weak I am in handling all that college drama."

She looked a little confused but nodded. "Okay, Arjun. If that's what you want."

The first day she went, she wore her usual salwar kameez—simple, modest. When she returned around 9 PM, she seemed excited. "The teacher is good. There are many young students too."

I nodded, feeling a small pride. But something in her eyes was already different—a spark.

---

Weeks passed slowly. The course was three days a week, evenings from 6 to 8:30. Mom started coming back later, sometimes 10 PM. "Extra practice," she'd say with a soft laugh. I noticed the changes gradually, like a slow drip.

First, it was her clothes. She bought a few new kurtas—slightly tighter, showing the swell of her breasts more clearly. Then sarees for "presentation days." One evening she came out in a deep blue saree, the pallu dbangd carefully but the blouse fitting snugly. Her waist looked softer, more inviting.

"You look... nice, Mom," I mumbled, my voice weak. I wanted to ask why, but the words stuck. What if I was imagining it? I was too scared of confrontation. Too weak.

She blushed. "Thank you, beta. The class requires us to present ourselves well."

I saw her checking her phone more often. Smiling at messages. Once, I glimpsed a name: Rahul. But I said nothing.

Rahul was a fourth-year student, tall, confident, athletic—the opposite of me. I had seen him around campus, always surrounded by friends, laughing loudly. The kind who aced everything without trying hard.

One night, Mom returned with flushed cheeks. Her hair was slightly messy, as if she had run her fingers through it. Her lips looked a bit swollen. "How was class?" I asked from the couch, my heart pounding.

"Very good," she said, avoiding my eyes. "Rahul helped me with the group project today. He's very smart."

Rahul. The name landed like a stone in my stomach. But I smiled weakly. "That's nice."

I started noticing more. She spent longer in the bathroom before class, applying light makeup. Her laughter when she talked on the phone in her room—low, almost girlish. Once, I pressed my ear to the door and heard her say, "Rahul, stop teasing me like that... I'm old enough to be your..." She stopped, laughed softly.

My chest tightened. I was weak. I couldn't confront her. Instead, I lay in bed at night, imagining things, a strange mix of jealousy and something else stirring in me.

---

Months into the course, the changes were undeniable. Mom glowed. She started wearing lipsticks—subtle shades that made her full lips look kissable. Her sarees became more elegant, the blouses lower. She lost a little weight from all the "walking after class," her figure becoming more pronounced—wide hips swaying when she moved.

I saw them together once, from a distance on campus. Mom was laughing at something Rahul said, touching his arm lightly. He towered over her, his hand on her lower back for a moment. She looked up at him with an expression I had never seen—adoration mixed with shyness.

That night, she came home late. Her pallu was slightly disheveled, and there was a faint mark on her neck, quickly hidden by her hair.

"Everything okay?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Yes, beta. Just tired." She kissed my forehead like always, but her scent was different—mixed with a masculine cologne.

I didn't sleep that night. My weak mind raced, but courage failed me. I loved her too much to hurt her by questioning.

---

The slow burn continued. Rahul started dropping her home sometimes. I'd hear the bike outside, then her soft goodbyes. Once, I peeked from the window. He pulled her close in the shadows, his lips brushing her ear. She giggled like a collegegirl.

Inside, she was different now. More confident, more affectionate yet distant. She'd hug me longer, but her mind seemed elsewhere.

One evening, she told me, "Arjun, there's a group study session at Rahul's place this weekend. I'll be late."

I nodded silently.

That weekend, she left in a beautiful red saree, the kind that clung to her body. When she returned at midnight, her eyes were bright, her cheeks flushed, and she moved with a satisfied languor.

I wanted to ask. But I couldn't. Weak.

---

The affair deepened without me ever saying a word. I pieced it together through fragments: her phone left unlocked once showing messages—"You make me feel alive, Rahul. Like a woman again." His replies full of desire.

Then came the day everything shifted for me as witness.

It was a Thursday. Mom said she had an important presentation practice at college. I decided to stay late in the library to study, but my mind wandered. I went towards the skill development block.

The classroom was empty, but I heard voices from a smaller seminar room nearby. The door was slightly ajar.

I shouldn't have looked. But I did.

There was Mom—Priya—pressed against the table. Rahul stood behind her, his tall frame dominating her soft body. His hands were on her waist, pulling her back against him. She was wearing a cream saree, the pallu fallen to the floor.

"Rahul... we shouldn't here," she whispered, but her voice was breathy, full of want.

"You've been teasing me for weeks, Priya aunty," he murmured, his lips on her neck. "That innocent look, those curves... I know you want this."

She moaned softly as his hand slid up, cupping one heavy breast through the blouse. He squeezed, and she arched back, her innocent face transformed by pleasure.

I stood frozen, my heart hammering. Weak legs wouldn't let me move.

Rahul turned her around, kissing her deeply. Their lips locked, tongues visible in the passionate exchange. Mom's hands clutched his shirt, pulling him closer. Years of suppressed desire poured out.

He pushed her gently onto the table, lifting her saree. Her thick thighs parted as he knelt, kissing up her legs. Mom gasped when his mouth reached her panties, licking through the fabric.

"Oh god... Rahul... yes..."

I watched as he pulled her panties aside, his tongue delving into her wet folds. Mom's hips bucked, her hands in his hair. Her moans grew louder—detailed, raw sounds I had never imagined from my innocent mother.

He stood, unzipping himself. His cock was thick, much bigger than anything I could imagine for myself. Mom's eyes widened with lust. She reached out, stroking him shyly at first, then with growing confidence.

"Put it in me," she whispered, her voice trembling with need.

Rahul positioned himself at her entrance, rubbing the head against her slick pussy. Then he thrust in slowly. Mom cried out, her legs wrapping around him. Inch by inch, he filled her, stretching her.

The sex was intense. He fucked her steadily on the table, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. The sound of skin slapping, her wet moans—"Harder, Rahul... make me yours"—filled the room. He pinched her nipples, sucked on them, leaving marks.

Mom came first, her body shaking, pussy clenching around him. "I'm cumming... ohhh!"

Rahul followed, groaning as he emptied inside her. They kissed afterward, tender now.

I slipped away quietly, my face burning, cock strangely hard despite the pain.

---

After that, the affair became regular. Mom stayed out more. I noticed her body changing—love bites hidden by clothes, a new glow, fuller confidence in her walk.

One night, she didn't come home until 2 AM. I waited in the dark living room.

She entered, hair disheveled, saree wrinkled, lips kissed raw. Cum was faintly visible on her thigh as she adjusted her clothes.

"Arjun? You're awake?" She looked guilty for a split second.

"Yeah... studying." My voice was weak.

She hugged me. I could smell sex on her—Rahul's scent mixed with hers.

That night, in my room, I couldn't stop thinking about it. The images replayed: Mom's innocent face contorted in ecstasy as Rahul fucked her deeply.

---

The story built to more encounters. Rahul started visiting our home when I was "out." I'd pretend to leave but return quietly.

One afternoon, I hid in my room. Mom had invited him over for "notes."

They started on the couch. Rahul pulled Mom onto his lap, kissing her passionately. His hands roamed her body, squeezing her ass, mauling her breasts.

"Priya, you're so fucking hot," he growled.

She blushed but ground against him. "I feel young with you."

He stripped her slowly. Naked, Mom's body was voluptuous—large soft breasts with dark nipples, rounded belly, thick thighs, and a shaved pussy (she had started shaving for him).

Rahul sucked her breasts hungrily, biting gently. Mom moaned, holding his head. He fingered her, two thick fingers pumping in and out until she squirted a little, something I didn't know she could do.

Then she went down on him. My innocent mother on her knees, taking his big cock into her mouth. She sucked sloppily at first, learning, gagging but persisting. "Like this?" she asked, looking up with loving eyes.

He face-fucked her gently, then laid her on the floor. Missionary—deep, slow strokes. Mom's legs over his shoulders as he pounded her. Detailed thrusts: wet squelching sounds, her pussy lips gripping his shaft, juices flowing.

"Fill me, Rahul... I love you," she cried as she orgasmed again.

He came inside her, breeding her deeply.

They cuddled after, talking softly. Mom confessed her feelings had grown from admiration to love.

I watched it all through a crack, touching myself shamefully.

---

More nights followed. Hotel stays she lied about. Weekend "trips." Each time, she returned satisfied, body marked.

In one particularly detailed encounter I witnessed at his apartment (I followed once), Rahul took her from behind, doggy style. Mom on all fours, ass raised, saree bunched at waist. He slammed into her, spanking her soft ass red. Her breasts swung heavily.

"Fuck me like your whore," she begged, completely changed from the innocent woman I knew.

He pulled her hair, riding her hard until she screamed in orgasm. Then anal—slow at first, lubed with her juices. Mom winced then moaned in pleasure as he buried himself in her tight ass.

The climax built over weeks. Mom fell deeply in love. She started talking about a future, though impossible.

I never confronted. My weakness kept me silent, watching my mother transform into a sexual, loved woman in another man's arms.

One final night, she told me over dinner, eyes shining: "Arjun, I've found someone who makes me happy."

I nodded, swallowing hard. "I'm glad, Mom."

Inside, the story of her slow fall—from innocent mother to passionate lover—burned in my mind forever.]]>
She was 42 but looked younger, with soft curves that years of homemaking had given her a gentle fullness—full breasts, wide hips, and long dark hair she usually kept in a simple bun. Innocent in every way. Devoted widow since Dad passed away when I was ten. She had sacrificed everything for me, working odd jobs while raising me. That's why, when I saw the college notice for a six-month "Professional Skill Development Course" in communication, digital marketing, and soft skills—open to outsiders too—I suggested it.

"Mom, you should join," I said one evening, pushing my plate away after dinner. "It'll be good for you. Get out of the house, learn new things. The timings are evening batches, so it won't clash with anything."

She smiled shyly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "But beta, I'm so old for college stuff. What will people think?"

I insisted. "No one will know anything. And Mom... important point—don't tell anyone there that I'm your son. Just say you're a working professional or something. I don't want the teasing. You know how weak I am in handling all that college drama."

She looked a little confused but nodded. "Okay, Arjun. If that's what you want."

The first day she went, she wore her usual salwar kameez—simple, modest. When she returned around 9 PM, she seemed excited. "The teacher is good. There are many young students too."

I nodded, feeling a small pride. But something in her eyes was already different—a spark.

---

Weeks passed slowly. The course was three days a week, evenings from 6 to 8:30. Mom started coming back later, sometimes 10 PM. "Extra practice," she'd say with a soft laugh. I noticed the changes gradually, like a slow drip.

First, it was her clothes. She bought a few new kurtas—slightly tighter, showing the swell of her breasts more clearly. Then sarees for "presentation days." One evening she came out in a deep blue saree, the pallu dbangd carefully but the blouse fitting snugly. Her waist looked softer, more inviting.

"You look... nice, Mom," I mumbled, my voice weak. I wanted to ask why, but the words stuck. What if I was imagining it? I was too scared of confrontation. Too weak.

She blushed. "Thank you, beta. The class requires us to present ourselves well."

I saw her checking her phone more often. Smiling at messages. Once, I glimpsed a name: Rahul. But I said nothing.

Rahul was a fourth-year student, tall, confident, athletic—the opposite of me. I had seen him around campus, always surrounded by friends, laughing loudly. The kind who aced everything without trying hard.

One night, Mom returned with flushed cheeks. Her hair was slightly messy, as if she had run her fingers through it. Her lips looked a bit swollen. "How was class?" I asked from the couch, my heart pounding.

"Very good," she said, avoiding my eyes. "Rahul helped me with the group project today. He's very smart."

Rahul. The name landed like a stone in my stomach. But I smiled weakly. "That's nice."

I started noticing more. She spent longer in the bathroom before class, applying light makeup. Her laughter when she talked on the phone in her room—low, almost girlish. Once, I pressed my ear to the door and heard her say, "Rahul, stop teasing me like that... I'm old enough to be your..." She stopped, laughed softly.

My chest tightened. I was weak. I couldn't confront her. Instead, I lay in bed at night, imagining things, a strange mix of jealousy and something else stirring in me.

---

Months into the course, the changes were undeniable. Mom glowed. She started wearing lipsticks—subtle shades that made her full lips look kissable. Her sarees became more elegant, the blouses lower. She lost a little weight from all the "walking after class," her figure becoming more pronounced—wide hips swaying when she moved.

I saw them together once, from a distance on campus. Mom was laughing at something Rahul said, touching his arm lightly. He towered over her, his hand on her lower back for a moment. She looked up at him with an expression I had never seen—adoration mixed with shyness.

That night, she came home late. Her pallu was slightly disheveled, and there was a faint mark on her neck, quickly hidden by her hair.

"Everything okay?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Yes, beta. Just tired." She kissed my forehead like always, but her scent was different—mixed with a masculine cologne.

I didn't sleep that night. My weak mind raced, but courage failed me. I loved her too much to hurt her by questioning.

---

The slow burn continued. Rahul started dropping her home sometimes. I'd hear the bike outside, then her soft goodbyes. Once, I peeked from the window. He pulled her close in the shadows, his lips brushing her ear. She giggled like a collegegirl.

Inside, she was different now. More confident, more affectionate yet distant. She'd hug me longer, but her mind seemed elsewhere.

One evening, she told me, "Arjun, there's a group study session at Rahul's place this weekend. I'll be late."

I nodded silently.

That weekend, she left in a beautiful red saree, the kind that clung to her body. When she returned at midnight, her eyes were bright, her cheeks flushed, and she moved with a satisfied languor.

I wanted to ask. But I couldn't. Weak.

---

The affair deepened without me ever saying a word. I pieced it together through fragments: her phone left unlocked once showing messages—"You make me feel alive, Rahul. Like a woman again." His replies full of desire.

Then came the day everything shifted for me as witness.

It was a Thursday. Mom said she had an important presentation practice at college. I decided to stay late in the library to study, but my mind wandered. I went towards the skill development block.

The classroom was empty, but I heard voices from a smaller seminar room nearby. The door was slightly ajar.

I shouldn't have looked. But I did.

There was Mom—Priya—pressed against the table. Rahul stood behind her, his tall frame dominating her soft body. His hands were on her waist, pulling her back against him. She was wearing a cream saree, the pallu fallen to the floor.

"Rahul... we shouldn't here," she whispered, but her voice was breathy, full of want.

"You've been teasing me for weeks, Priya aunty," he murmured, his lips on her neck. "That innocent look, those curves... I know you want this."

She moaned softly as his hand slid up, cupping one heavy breast through the blouse. He squeezed, and she arched back, her innocent face transformed by pleasure.

I stood frozen, my heart hammering. Weak legs wouldn't let me move.

Rahul turned her around, kissing her deeply. Their lips locked, tongues visible in the passionate exchange. Mom's hands clutched his shirt, pulling him closer. Years of suppressed desire poured out.

He pushed her gently onto the table, lifting her saree. Her thick thighs parted as he knelt, kissing up her legs. Mom gasped when his mouth reached her panties, licking through the fabric.

"Oh god... Rahul... yes..."

I watched as he pulled her panties aside, his tongue delving into her wet folds. Mom's hips bucked, her hands in his hair. Her moans grew louder—detailed, raw sounds I had never imagined from my innocent mother.

He stood, unzipping himself. His cock was thick, much bigger than anything I could imagine for myself. Mom's eyes widened with lust. She reached out, stroking him shyly at first, then with growing confidence.

"Put it in me," she whispered, her voice trembling with need.

Rahul positioned himself at her entrance, rubbing the head against her slick pussy. Then he thrust in slowly. Mom cried out, her legs wrapping around him. Inch by inch, he filled her, stretching her.

The sex was intense. He fucked her steadily on the table, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. The sound of skin slapping, her wet moans—"Harder, Rahul... make me yours"—filled the room. He pinched her nipples, sucked on them, leaving marks.

Mom came first, her body shaking, pussy clenching around him. "I'm cumming... ohhh!"

Rahul followed, groaning as he emptied inside her. They kissed afterward, tender now.

I slipped away quietly, my face burning, cock strangely hard despite the pain.

---

After that, the affair became regular. Mom stayed out more. I noticed her body changing—love bites hidden by clothes, a new glow, fuller confidence in her walk.

One night, she didn't come home until 2 AM. I waited in the dark living room.

She entered, hair disheveled, saree wrinkled, lips kissed raw. Cum was faintly visible on her thigh as she adjusted her clothes.

"Arjun? You're awake?" She looked guilty for a split second.

"Yeah... studying." My voice was weak.

She hugged me. I could smell sex on her—Rahul's scent mixed with hers.

That night, in my room, I couldn't stop thinking about it. The images replayed: Mom's innocent face contorted in ecstasy as Rahul fucked her deeply.

---

The story built to more encounters. Rahul started visiting our home when I was "out." I'd pretend to leave but return quietly.

One afternoon, I hid in my room. Mom had invited him over for "notes."

They started on the couch. Rahul pulled Mom onto his lap, kissing her passionately. His hands roamed her body, squeezing her ass, mauling her breasts.

"Priya, you're so fucking hot," he growled.

She blushed but ground against him. "I feel young with you."

He stripped her slowly. Naked, Mom's body was voluptuous—large soft breasts with dark nipples, rounded belly, thick thighs, and a shaved pussy (she had started shaving for him).

Rahul sucked her breasts hungrily, biting gently. Mom moaned, holding his head. He fingered her, two thick fingers pumping in and out until she squirted a little, something I didn't know she could do.

Then she went down on him. My innocent mother on her knees, taking his big cock into her mouth. She sucked sloppily at first, learning, gagging but persisting. "Like this?" she asked, looking up with loving eyes.

He face-fucked her gently, then laid her on the floor. Missionary—deep, slow strokes. Mom's legs over his shoulders as he pounded her. Detailed thrusts: wet squelching sounds, her pussy lips gripping his shaft, juices flowing.

"Fill me, Rahul... I love you," she cried as she orgasmed again.

He came inside her, breeding her deeply.

They cuddled after, talking softly. Mom confessed her feelings had grown from admiration to love.

I watched it all through a crack, touching myself shamefully.

---

More nights followed. Hotel stays she lied about. Weekend "trips." Each time, she returned satisfied, body marked.

In one particularly detailed encounter I witnessed at his apartment (I followed once), Rahul took her from behind, doggy style. Mom on all fours, ass raised, saree bunched at waist. He slammed into her, spanking her soft ass red. Her breasts swung heavily.

"Fuck me like your whore," she begged, completely changed from the innocent woman I knew.

He pulled her hair, riding her hard until she screamed in orgasm. Then anal—slow at first, lubed with her juices. Mom winced then moaned in pleasure as he buried himself in her tight ass.

The climax built over weeks. Mom fell deeply in love. She started talking about a future, though impossible.

I never confronted. My weakness kept me silent, watching my mother transform into a sexual, loved woman in another man's arms.

One final night, she told me over dinner, eyes shining: "Arjun, I've found someone who makes me happy."

I nodded, swallowing hard. "I'm glad, Mom."

Inside, the story of her slow fall—from innocent mother to passionate lover—burned in my mind forever.]]> https://xossipy.com/thread-73802.html Sun, 24 May 2026 09:30:28 +0300 https://xossipy.com/thread-73802.html https://xossipy.com/thread-73800.html Sun, 24 May 2026 06:39:18 +0300 https://xossipy.com/thread-73800.html
Then everything changed two years ago.

Maa had joined an IT company as a junior HR executive after completing an online course. At thirty-eight, she looked younger—fair skin, long black hair she always kept in a bun, and a shy smile that never quite reached her eyes after Papa’s death. On her first day, she wore a simple cream saree, nervous but determined.

“I have to do this for us, beta,” she had said, adjusting her pallu.

I nodded weakly. I was in college then, struggling with studies, and our savings were drying up. I couldn’t stop her even if I wanted to.

---

The first few months, she would come home exhausted but happy. She talked about her team, the office culture, and one name kept coming up more than others—Raj.

“Raj is so helpful, Arjun. He explained the whole leave portal to me today. Such a nice man.”

I didn’t think much of it. Raj was probably some middle-aged uncle. But slowly, the stories grew.

“He took the whole team out for lunch today. He insisted I come too.”

She started coming home later. Sometimes she’d call and say she was working on a project with Raj.

One evening, six months in, she came home wearing a different blouse—slightly tighter, a little lower at the neck. Her saree was the same, but the way she carried herself seemed different. More confident.

“Raj said I should dress a bit more professionally,” she explained when I stared. “The office environment is modern, beta. Everyone wears western clothes sometimes.”

I just nodded, feeling a strange tightness in my chest.

---

Over the next few months, the changes were small but constant.

She started leaving her hair open sometimes. Then she got it styled—layers, they called it. She bought kurtis that showed her figure more clearly. Her laughter, once rare and soft, became more frequent. She even joined a gym because Raj had told her it would help with stress.

I watched all of it from my room, quiet and helpless. I was too weak to question her. She was finally smiling again.

One night, she came home smelling of something sharp and smoky.

“Maa… did you…?”

She looked a little guilty but also excited. “Raj smokes sometimes after work. He offered me one. Just one, beta. It felt… relaxing. Don’t tell anyone.”

My innocent Maa. Smoking.

She started keeping a pack hidden in her drawer. I found it while looking for something one day—long, slim cigarettes with a faint lipstick mark on one. My stomach twisted, but something else stirred too. A confusing heat.

---

Their closeness grew slowly, like a flame that refuses to die.

Raj started dropping her home sometimes. I saw him once—a tall, well-built man in his early forties, sharp jaw, confident smile, expensive watch. He was everything I wasn’t. When he spoke to me, his voice was deep and easy.

“Arjun, right? Your mother talks a lot about you. Good kid.”

Maa blushed when he said that.

They started going for “team dinners.” She would come back flushed, eyes bright. Sometimes she’d change into nighties that were shorter than before. I’d hear her humming in the bathroom while showering.

One night, after a particularly late dinner, she came home past midnight. I was still awake, pretending to study. Her cheeks were pink. She smelled of whiskey.

“Beta… Raj forced me to try a drink. Just one small one. It’s not that bad,” she whispered, giggling softly. The sound was so unlike my old Maa that it made my heart race.

She sat on the sofa, pallu slipped slightly off her shoulder. For the first time, I noticed how full her breasts looked, how her waist curved. I felt ashamed of the thought but couldn’t look away.

---

The real shift happened after their first office trip.

It was a three-day training in Goa. When she returned, she was different.

She had bought new clothes—jeans that hugged her hips, tops that showed her collarbones and a hint of cleavage. She started wearing light makeup every day. Lipstick. Kajal that made her eyes look bigger, seductive.

And she smoked openly now. Not a lot, but when she was on the balcony talking to Raj on the phone, I’d see the orange glow of the cigarette between her fingers.

I hid in the shadows of the hallway one night, watching her. She was laughing on the call, voice low and husky from the smoke.

“Yes, Raj… I miss you too. Last night was… I can’t stop thinking about it.”

My knees felt weak. Last night? In Goa?

She ended the call, took a long drag, and exhaled slowly, eyes closed in pleasure. Her free hand unconsciously brushed over her breasts, adjusting her top. The sight burned into me—my traditional widow mother, now glowing with forbidden desire.

---

It became a slow, agonizing ritual for me.

I started noticing small marks on her neck sometimes, which she’d cover with makeup or a scarf. Her phone would buzz late at night, and she’d go to her room with a secretive smile. Once, I pressed my ear to her door.

Her voice was breathy, almost moaning. “Raj… slowly… yes, like that… I feel so alive with you.”

I stood there trembling, a strange mix of jealousy, shame, and unwanted arousal flooding through my weak body. My soft, innocent Maa was falling deeper every day.

She started drinking at home too. She’d pour herself a glass of wine after dinner, legs crossed, wearing a short nighty. Sometimes she’d invite me to sit with her.

“Beta, life is short. After your father… I never thought I’d feel this way again. Raj makes me feel desired. Like a woman.”

Her eyes were hazy from the wine. She took a sip, then lit a cigarette right there in the living room. The smoke curled around her face as she leaned back, the nighty riding up her smooth thighs.

I couldn’t speak. I just stared, my face burning.

---

The night it finally crossed a line, I was home alone with her.

Raj had come over “to discuss some office work.” They sat in the living room while I stayed in my room, door slightly open. I heard everything.

Soft laughter. The clink of glasses. Then silence… followed by the unmistakable sound of kissing. Wet, hungry kissing.

I crept closer.

Maa was on the sofa, her modern top unbuttoned, Raj’s mouth on her neck, then lower, sucking on the soft flesh of her breasts that had been hidden for years. She moaned openly now, no shame left.

“Raj… I’m yours… completely.”

Her hand was in his hair, pulling him closer. Her legs wrapped around him as he pushed her back. The sight of my once-innocent mother—now in tight jeans, lipstick smeared, body arching with pleasure—made me dizzy.

I watched as Raj slowly undressed her, revealing her mature, ripe body. Her nipples were hard, dark against her fair skin. She gasped when he touched her between her legs.

I should have looked away. But I couldn’t. My weak body responded against my will as I saw her surrender completely—legs spread, moaning his name, her hips moving desperately as he entered her.

“Ahh… Raj… deeper… I love you…”

Their rhythm was slow at first, then faster. The sounds of skin against skin, her soft cries, his low groans filled the room. She came with a shuddering moan, nails digging into his back, her body trembling in release.

I slipped back into my room, heart pounding, confused tears in my eyes… and an aching hardness I couldn’t explain.

---

Maa is different now. More confident, more sexual, more alive. She still loves me, still cares for me in her gentle way. But her nights belong to Raj. And I—weak, soft Arjun—watch from the shadows, burning with every slow, delicious change in my mother.

She’s no longer just a widow.

She’s a woman who has learned to desire… and be desired.]]>
Then everything changed two years ago.

Maa had joined an IT company as a junior HR executive after completing an online course. At thirty-eight, she looked younger—fair skin, long black hair she always kept in a bun, and a shy smile that never quite reached her eyes after Papa’s death. On her first day, she wore a simple cream saree, nervous but determined.

“I have to do this for us, beta,” she had said, adjusting her pallu.

I nodded weakly. I was in college then, struggling with studies, and our savings were drying up. I couldn’t stop her even if I wanted to.

---

The first few months, she would come home exhausted but happy. She talked about her team, the office culture, and one name kept coming up more than others—Raj.

“Raj is so helpful, Arjun. He explained the whole leave portal to me today. Such a nice man.”

I didn’t think much of it. Raj was probably some middle-aged uncle. But slowly, the stories grew.

“He took the whole team out for lunch today. He insisted I come too.”

She started coming home later. Sometimes she’d call and say she was working on a project with Raj.

One evening, six months in, she came home wearing a different blouse—slightly tighter, a little lower at the neck. Her saree was the same, but the way she carried herself seemed different. More confident.

“Raj said I should dress a bit more professionally,” she explained when I stared. “The office environment is modern, beta. Everyone wears western clothes sometimes.”

I just nodded, feeling a strange tightness in my chest.

---

Over the next few months, the changes were small but constant.

She started leaving her hair open sometimes. Then she got it styled—layers, they called it. She bought kurtis that showed her figure more clearly. Her laughter, once rare and soft, became more frequent. She even joined a gym because Raj had told her it would help with stress.

I watched all of it from my room, quiet and helpless. I was too weak to question her. She was finally smiling again.

One night, she came home smelling of something sharp and smoky.

“Maa… did you…?”

She looked a little guilty but also excited. “Raj smokes sometimes after work. He offered me one. Just one, beta. It felt… relaxing. Don’t tell anyone.”

My innocent Maa. Smoking.

She started keeping a pack hidden in her drawer. I found it while looking for something one day—long, slim cigarettes with a faint lipstick mark on one. My stomach twisted, but something else stirred too. A confusing heat.

---

Their closeness grew slowly, like a flame that refuses to die.

Raj started dropping her home sometimes. I saw him once—a tall, well-built man in his early forties, sharp jaw, confident smile, expensive watch. He was everything I wasn’t. When he spoke to me, his voice was deep and easy.

“Arjun, right? Your mother talks a lot about you. Good kid.”

Maa blushed when he said that.

They started going for “team dinners.” She would come back flushed, eyes bright. Sometimes she’d change into nighties that were shorter than before. I’d hear her humming in the bathroom while showering.

One night, after a particularly late dinner, she came home past midnight. I was still awake, pretending to study. Her cheeks were pink. She smelled of whiskey.

“Beta… Raj forced me to try a drink. Just one small one. It’s not that bad,” she whispered, giggling softly. The sound was so unlike my old Maa that it made my heart race.

She sat on the sofa, pallu slipped slightly off her shoulder. For the first time, I noticed how full her breasts looked, how her waist curved. I felt ashamed of the thought but couldn’t look away.

---

The real shift happened after their first office trip.

It was a three-day training in Goa. When she returned, she was different.

She had bought new clothes—jeans that hugged her hips, tops that showed her collarbones and a hint of cleavage. She started wearing light makeup every day. Lipstick. Kajal that made her eyes look bigger, seductive.

And she smoked openly now. Not a lot, but when she was on the balcony talking to Raj on the phone, I’d see the orange glow of the cigarette between her fingers.

I hid in the shadows of the hallway one night, watching her. She was laughing on the call, voice low and husky from the smoke.

“Yes, Raj… I miss you too. Last night was… I can’t stop thinking about it.”

My knees felt weak. Last night? In Goa?

She ended the call, took a long drag, and exhaled slowly, eyes closed in pleasure. Her free hand unconsciously brushed over her breasts, adjusting her top. The sight burned into me—my traditional widow mother, now glowing with forbidden desire.

---

It became a slow, agonizing ritual for me.

I started noticing small marks on her neck sometimes, which she’d cover with makeup or a scarf. Her phone would buzz late at night, and she’d go to her room with a secretive smile. Once, I pressed my ear to her door.

Her voice was breathy, almost moaning. “Raj… slowly… yes, like that… I feel so alive with you.”

I stood there trembling, a strange mix of jealousy, shame, and unwanted arousal flooding through my weak body. My soft, innocent Maa was falling deeper every day.

She started drinking at home too. She’d pour herself a glass of wine after dinner, legs crossed, wearing a short nighty. Sometimes she’d invite me to sit with her.

“Beta, life is short. After your father… I never thought I’d feel this way again. Raj makes me feel desired. Like a woman.”

Her eyes were hazy from the wine. She took a sip, then lit a cigarette right there in the living room. The smoke curled around her face as she leaned back, the nighty riding up her smooth thighs.

I couldn’t speak. I just stared, my face burning.

---

The night it finally crossed a line, I was home alone with her.

Raj had come over “to discuss some office work.” They sat in the living room while I stayed in my room, door slightly open. I heard everything.

Soft laughter. The clink of glasses. Then silence… followed by the unmistakable sound of kissing. Wet, hungry kissing.

I crept closer.

Maa was on the sofa, her modern top unbuttoned, Raj’s mouth on her neck, then lower, sucking on the soft flesh of her breasts that had been hidden for years. She moaned openly now, no shame left.

“Raj… I’m yours… completely.”

Her hand was in his hair, pulling him closer. Her legs wrapped around him as he pushed her back. The sight of my once-innocent mother—now in tight jeans, lipstick smeared, body arching with pleasure—made me dizzy.

I watched as Raj slowly undressed her, revealing her mature, ripe body. Her nipples were hard, dark against her fair skin. She gasped when he touched her between her legs.

I should have looked away. But I couldn’t. My weak body responded against my will as I saw her surrender completely—legs spread, moaning his name, her hips moving desperately as he entered her.

“Ahh… Raj… deeper… I love you…”

Their rhythm was slow at first, then faster. The sounds of skin against skin, her soft cries, his low groans filled the room. She came with a shuddering moan, nails digging into his back, her body trembling in release.

I slipped back into my room, heart pounding, confused tears in my eyes… and an aching hardness I couldn’t explain.

---

Maa is different now. More confident, more sexual, more alive. She still loves me, still cares for me in her gentle way. But her nights belong to Raj. And I—weak, soft Arjun—watch from the shadows, burning with every slow, delicious change in my mother.

She’s no longer just a widow.

She’s a woman who has learned to desire… and be desired.]]> https://xossipy.com/thread-73780.html Thu, 21 May 2026 16:33:24 +0300 https://xossipy.com/thread-73780.html https://xossipy.com/thread-73761.html Wed, 20 May 2026 12:21:16 +0300 https://xossipy.com/thread-73761.html Hello dosto main incest Raj hajir ek aur nayi kahani ke sath.


Hello dosto mera naam jyoti hai. Meri umar 42 saal hai. Main UP ki rehne wali hu. 

Meri ye kahani ek maa se incest maa banne ki hai. Jiske chalte main khud ke bete se chudai ka rishte bana bethi.
Mere ghar mein mere pati mera beta aur main hi rehte hai. Mere pati government job karte hai. Aur 5 saal pehle unka transfer dusri city mein ho gaya hai. Jiski wajah se woh wahi rehte hai. Aur hafte mein 2 din ke liye ghar aate hai.
Mere bete ka naam Raj hai. Uski umar 19 saal hai. Woh college mein pad raha hai. Mera beta dikhne mein slim aur smart hai. Aur mere pati ke naa hone ki wajah se wahi mere sath rehta hai.
Main dikhne mein abhi bhi 30-32 ki lagti hu. Mera figure 36C 34 40 hai. Figure sunke aap samjh hi gaye honge ki main kaise dikhti hu? Main hamesha saree aur sleeveless blouse hi pehenti hu. Jisse mera roop aur jayada khil ke bahar aata hai.
Jab bhi main bahar jati hu. To logo ki nazar aksar mere dudh aur meri kamar par hoti hai. Aur bahar walo ki aise nazar mujhe ye ahsas dilati hai, mere badan ka akarshan abhi bhi kam nahi hua hai. Magar main hamesha yahi sochti hu.
Ki kya fayda aise badan ka jab khud ka pati hi use naa dekhta ho. Mere pati ki government job ke chalte ghar mein kisi cheej ki koi kami nahi hai. Magar jo kami meri zindgi mein hai. Woh mere pati kabhi samajh hi nahi paye. Hamara rishta waise to aacha hai.
Magar is umar mein jo chudai ka sukh harr aurat chahti hai. Mere pati woh mujhe nahi de pate hai. Jab meri shaadi hui thi. Tab mere pati aur mere beech lagbhag harr roj chudai hoti thi. Magar jaise hi mera beta hua.
Uske baad se hamare beech chudai kam hoti chali gayi. Aur abhi 5 saal pehle se jab se mere pati ka transfer hua hai. Tab se hamare beech chudai mahine mein 1-2 bar hone lagi. Main lund ke sukh ke liye tadapne lagi.

Magar main khul ke aapne pati ko ye keh bhi nahi sakti thi. Kyuki hamare samaj mein aise aurto ko aacha nahi mana jata hai. Shaadi se pehle mera ek boyfriend tha. Jisse maine chudai ka bharpur maza liya tha.

Isiliye main aachi tarah janti huki chudai ka maza kya hota hai. Magar yaha mujhe aapne pati se hi chudai woh sukh nahi mil raha tha. Aur ye sirf mera hi haal nahi tha. Meri jaise kai aurto ka haal tha. Yaha tak ki meri kai friends ka bhi yahi haal tha.

Magar kai friends aapni zindagi ka pura maza le rahi thi. Kyuki woh bahar dusre lund ka sukh le rahi thi. Mann to mera bhi kai bar hua ki main bhi kisi se aapni garmi shaant karwa lu. Magar ghar ki izzat ki wajah se main aisa karna nahi chahti thi.

Isiliye jab mujhs mere ander ki garmi bardast nahi hoti thi. To main dildo se aapni chut ko shaant kar leti thi. Ye dildo meri hi ek dost ne mujhe diya tha. Jise maine aapne pati se chupa ke rakha tha. Magar tab main ye nahi janti thi.

Ki bahut jald meri chut ki garmi mera beta shaant karne wala tha. Woh din baaki dino ki tarah normal din tha. Mera beta college jaa chuka tha. Main ghar ke kaam karke mobile chala rahi thi.

Meri jaise housewife ke pass time pass karne ka sabse asan tarika hai Instagram chalana. Main bhi yahi karti hu. Us din bhi maine harr roj ki tarah aapna Instagram khola. Aur Instagram kholte hi kai sare message aaye hue the.



Main Instagram par sirf aapni friends aur relative se hi baat karti hu. Aur kabhi kabhi hi photo post karti hu. Yaha tak ki mujhe reels banane ka bhi koi shock nahi hai. Par kai naye log jo mujhe message karte hai.



Main unke message dekhkar delete kar deti hu. Magar unse koi baat nahi karti hu. Us din bhi mujhe kai message aaye hue the. Kuch dosto ke the. Jinko main reply kar rahi thi. Aur kuch naye message the. Jinhe main dekhkar delete kar rahi thi.

Aur tabhi maine ek message khola. Us ladke ka naam incest Vikram tha. Aur usne ek video bheja hua tha. Normally naye message mein hi, hi dear, hello bhabhi ji, aap bahut khoobsurat ho. Aise message aate the.



Magar is ladke ne sidhe video bheja tha. Aur video ke neeche likha tha. ‘I loved your sexy nabhi, aunty.’ Aur fir jaise hi maine woh video khola. To us video mein ek mobile bed par rakha hua tha. Aur us mobile mein meri ek photo thi.



Jismein maine kaali transparent saree pehni hui thi. Aur meri nabhi us saree mein se saaf saaf dikhayi de rahi thi. Aur meri photo dekhte hue woh ladka dusre mobile se video bana raha tha. Aur 2 second chalte hi us video mein woh ladka aapna lund us mobile par maarne laga.

Jismein meri photo thi. Us ladke ka lund dekhte hi meri aankhe badi ho gayi. Us ladke ka lund sade 6-7 inch ka tha. Woh aapne lund ko aage peeche karte hue meri photo par maar raha tha.

Meri nazar us ladke ke lund se hatt hi nahi rahi thi. Woh aapna lund hilaye ja raha tha. Aur fir usne dher sara gada pani meri photo par nikal diya. Woh video 2 minute ki thi.

Aur pure 2 minute woh bas meri photo dekhkar aapna lund hila raha tha. Video ke khatam hote hi main uski profile par gayi. Aur waha mujhe woh mila. Jiski wajah se aaj main incest mummy hu. Jaise hi maine uski profile kholi.



To uski profile photo ek aurat ki thi. Jo bra aur peticot mein khadi hui thi. Aur dekhne se us aurat ki umar 40 plus lag rahi thi. Aur Uske profile ki bio mein likha tha. Incest for mummy, incest helper ye sab padke mujhe samajh nahi aaya.

Ki ye kya hai. Aur fir main uski post ki hui photo dekhne lagi. Aur waha kai photo maa bete ke chudai ke upar thi. Jise meme kehte hai. Harr photo mein maa bete ki chudai ki baate likhi hui thi. Main ek ke baad ek photo dekhti ja rahi thi.

Aur usmein likhi chudai bhari baate dekhkar ajeeb bhi lag raha tha. Aur sath ke sath chut mein garmhata bhi mehsus ho rahi thi. Us ladke ne kai bra penty ki photo bhi daali thi. Aur neeche likha tha. Mummy ki istemaal ki hui bra penty.

Us ladke ki daali hui sari photo dekhne ke baad main itna to samajh gayi thiki ye ladka aapni mummy ko chodna chahta hai. Aur ye sochkar mujhe bada ajeeb lag raha thaki kaise koi ladka aapni hi maa ko chodne ke bare mein soch sakta hai.

Main kafi der tak us ladke ki profile dekhti rahi. Aur uske follow karne wale jayadatar account aise hi the. Jo aapni mummy ya behan ko chodne ki baat kar rahe the. Aur yahi sab dekhte dekhte meri chut geeli ho gayi thi.

Aur mere samne wahi sari photo ghum rahi thi. Jismein maa bete ki chudai ki baate likhi hui thi. Kafi der tak main yahi sab sochti rahi. Aur fir maine us ladke ke account ko block kar diya.

Jaise main jayadatar anjaan logo ke account block kar deti thi. Maine uska account to block kar diya tha. Magar maine uski chat ko delete nahi kiya tha. Jismein woh video pada hua tha.

Aur fir kuch time baad mera beta aa gaya. Main baaki kaamo mein lag gayi. Magar ab bhi mere dimag mein us ladke ki daali hui photo hi ghum rahi thi. Pura din aise hi nikal gaya. Aur fir raat ka khana khake main aapne kamre mein aa gayi.

Aur mera beta aapne kamre mein chala gaya. Kamre mein aane ke baad maine saree aur bra nikal di. Aur mexi pehan li. Aur fir main aapne pati se baate karne lagi. Aur kuch der baat karne ke baad main light band karke let gayi.

Mera din to jaise taise nikal jata tha. Magar kai raat main lund ke liye bahut tarasti thi. Isiliye kabhi kabaar chudai wali video dekhkar dildo se aapni chut ko shaant kar leti thi. Main lete lete mobile chala rahi thi.

Aur reels dekhte hue achanak mujhe us ladke ka video dhayan aa gaya. Maine turant uski chat kholi. Aur uska bheja hua video dekhne lagi. Woh ladka jis tarah video mein meri photo par aapna lund maar raha tha.

Aur aapna lund hilaye ja raha tha. Use dekh kar saaf saaf pata chal raha thaki woh ladka mujhe chodna chahta hai. Main us ladke ke lund ko dekhe ja rahi thi. Aur uska lund dekhne se meri chut geeli hone lagi thi.

Kyuki aaj kafi waqt ke baad main aise kisi ko dekh rahi thi. Jo mere liye aapna lund hila raha tha. Aur aaj pehli bar kisi ne mujhe aisa video bheja tha. Warna main to kisi se baat tak nahi karti thi.

Aur sach kahu tu mujhe uska lund aacha laga tha. Isiliye maine use to block kar diya tha. Magar uski chat delete nahi ki thi. Aur ab main bed par akeli leti us ladke ke video ko dekh rahi thi. Video dekhte hue maine aapni mexi upar kar li.

Aur aapni chut ko ragadte hue main us ladke ka lund dekhe ja rahi thi. Us ladke ka kaala mota lund mere pati aur boyfriend se bhi bada tha. Porn dekhte hue kai bar maine aapni chut ko ragda hai.

Magar aaj main ek anjaan ladke ka lund dekh kar aapni chut ko ragad rahi thi. Jo meri photo dekhkar aapna lund hila raha tha. Aapni chut ko ragad ragad ke maine aapna pani nikal diya. Aur fir main bhi so gayi.



Agle din ki bhi shuruwat normal dino ki tarah hi hui. Mera beta college chala gaya. Main sara kaam karke aapni ek dost se baat karne lagi. Aur baat karne ke baad jab maine aapna Instagram khola. Tab main fir se us ladke ka video dekhne lagi.

Us ladke ka bheja video aur uski daali hui woh maa bete ki chudai ki photo, mere dimag se nikal nahi rahi thi. Shayad aisa isiliye ho raha tha. Kyuki pehli bar maine aisa kuch dekha tha. Main use jitna bhoolna cha rahi thi.

Mujhe woh utna dhayan aa raha tha. Jaise hi main free hoke bethti thi. Tabhi mere dimag mein us ladke ki video aur uski daali hui photo aane lagti thi. 3 din tak maine woh sab bholne ki bahut koshish ki, magar main use aapne dimag se nikal nahi payi.

Aur fir uske agle din maine us ladke ka account unblock kar diya. Main fir se uski profile dekhne lagi. Usne aapni profile par ek story dali thi. Jismein ek aurat leti hui thi. Aur uska blouse samne se khula hua tha.

Magar uske dudh aur uske chere ko us ladke ne blur kar diya tha. Aur story par likha hua tha. Mummy ki new video aane wali hai. Interested in dm kare. (Ye sab usne English mein likha tha.)

Us ladke ki story dekhkar main soch mein pad gayi. Jis tarah se woh ladka aapni mummy ki video ke bare mein bata raha tha. Use dekh kar mera mann us ladke se baat karne ka raha tha. Waise bhi main 3 din se usi ke bare mein soch rahi thi. Aur ab main janna chahti thi.

Ki kya woh ladka sach mein ye sab aapni maa ke sath karta hai. Main aapne real account se usse baat nahi kar sakti thi. Kyuki mere real account mein mera beta aur mere pati dono add hai.

Main nahi chahti thiki un dono mein se kisi ko is baat ka pata chale. Aur fir maine ek naya account banaya. Jismein maine aapna naam sapna rakha aur flower ki photo laga li. Maine kuch kuch anjaan logo ko follow kiya. Aur fir maine us ladke ko follow karke.

Uski dali hui kuch photo ko like kar diya. Aur photo ko like karne ke kuch hi seconds ke baad us ladke ka message aa gayakisi ne sach hi kaha haiki kisi aurat ka naam dekhte hi log sabse jaldi message karte hai.

Vikram– Hi Sapna, how are you?

Main – Hello, I m fine, how are you.

 vikram – I’m also fine. Where are you from?

Main – I m from delhi (jhoot bola). And you?

 Vikram– I’m from Tamil Nadu.

Main – Ohhh nice, waise tumhe hindi aati hai.

Vikram – Ha ha aachi tarha aati hai. Waise kya main tumhari umar jan sakta hu sapna?

Main – Main 39 ki hu. Aur tum.

Vikram – Nice, main 19 saal ka hu. Waise aap kya karti ho?

Jaise hi vikram ne bataya ki woh 19 saal ka hai. Mujhe yakin nahi hua ki mujhe aapna lund dikhane wala ladka 19 saal ka hoga. Uska lund dekhkar mujhe lag raha thaki woh kam se kam 24-25 ka hoga. Magar vikram mere bete se 1 saal hi bada tha.

Main – Main housewife hu. Tum kya karte ho?

Vikram – Main college mein pad raha hu. Waise aunty aap yaha kya service deti hai?

Main – Kaise service main kuch samjhi nahi.

Vikram – Wahi service aunty, Jisme roleplay video call par sex hota hai.

Main – Are nahi nahi main aisa kuch nahi karti hu. Main to bas kabhi kabhi ye account aise hi chala leti hu. Time pass karne ke liye.

Vikram – Ohhh aacha, waise aunty agar aap bura naa mano. To kya aap ek voice recording bhej sakte ho? Woh kya hai naa yaha bahut log aurat ke fake account bana ke chat karte hai.

Vikram ki baat sunte hi maine use voice recording bhej di. Kyuki main uske bare mein janna chahti thi. Aur waise bhi ye mera fake account tha. Recording sunte hi woh bola.

Vikram – Wohw aunty aapki awaaj bahut sexy hai.

Main – Thanks. Waise tumhare ghar mein kon kon hai?

Vikram – Main hu meri mummy hai. Aur papa Kuwait mein job karte hai. Aapke ghar mein kon kon hai?

Main – Mere pati, mera beta aur main. Waise main tumse ek baat puch sakti hu.

Vikram – Ha ha boliye naa aunty.

Main – Tumhara profile mein incest for mummy likha hai. Aur incest helper likha hai. Iska kya matlab hai?

Vikram – Aunty, aapko sach mein incest ka matlab nahi pata hai.

Main – Nahi isiliye to puch rahi hu.

Vikram – Aunty incest ka matlab woh log hote hai. Jo log aapne khoon ke rishte mein chudai karte hai. Jaise koi bhai aapni behan ke sath, koi baap aapni beti ke sath ya koi beta jab aapni maa ki chudai karta hai. To use incest kehte hai.

Incest ka matlab sunne ke baad ab main puri tarah samajh gayi thiki ye ladka aapni maa ko chodna chahta hai. Aur fir main boli.

Main – To kya tum bhi aapni maa ko ke sath woh sab karte ho.

Vikram – Ha, aunty main aapni mummy ke liye incest hu. Aur kai bar unhe chod bhi chuka hu.

Vikram ki baat sunne ke baad main puri tarah hil gayi thi. Mujhe yakin nahi ho raha thaki koi ladka aapni maa ko bhi chod sakta hai. Uski baat sunne ke baad main boli.

Main – Aapni maa ke sath ye sab karte hue ajeeb nahi laga.

Vikram – Aunty kya chudai karna kisi ko bhi ajeeb lagta hai? Ye to woh maza hai. Jo harr mard aur aurat ko chahiye hota hai.

Main – Ha ye to hai. Magar aapni maa behen ke sath ye sab karna alag baat hai.

Vikram – Aunty lagta hai aap incest logo ke bare janti nahi hai. Incest woh ladke bante hai. Jo aapni maa aur behan ko, maa behan ke alawa ek aurat ki nazar se bhi dekhte hai. Jisse woh is duniya mein sabse jayada pyaar karte hai.

Isilye kisi incest ladke ko aapni maa-behan ki chudai karna ajeeb nahi lagta hai. Aur naa hi kisi ladki ko aapne baap-bhai se chudwane mein koi dikkat hoti hai.

Main – Tumhare kehne ka matlab ki ladkiyaan bhi incest hoti hai.

Vikram – Bilkul hoti hai, aunty. Isiliye bachpan mein aapne bhai ke sath khelte khelte sabse pehle usi ka lund pakadti hai. Tabhi to maa baap thodi bade hote hi bhai-behan ko alag alag kar dete hai.

Vikram ki baat sunke main chock gayi thi. Uska kehna galat nahi tha. Baccho ke thode bade hote hi maa-baap aisa hi karte hai. Aur aaj kal kitne hi aise affair pakde ja rahe hai. Jismein bhai-behan ya baap-bet aise chudai karte hue pakde gaye hai.

Vikram – Waise aunty kya aap aapne pati se khus ho?

Main – Ha Khus hu mere pati mujhe bahut pyaar karte hai.

Vikram – Waise nahi mera matlab hai ki woh aapko bed mein satisfied kar pate hai yaa nahi.

Main – Ha ha kar dete hai. (Jhooth bola)

Vikram – Waise sach kahu aunty. Mujhe pata hai aap jhooth bol rahi ho.

Main – Tumhe aisa kyu lagta hai? Ki main jhooth bol rahi ho. Tum to mujhe jante bhi nahi ho.

Vikram – Ha, aunty main aapko nahi janta hu. Magar main yaha aap jaise kai aurto se baat kar chuka hu. Aur yaha fake profile banake wahi baat karte hai. Jo ya to aapni life mein aleke hote hai. Ya aapne partner se satisfied nahi hote hai.

Main – Aisa bilkul nahi hai. Main to yaha bas time pass ke liye aayi hu.

Vikram – Aunty agar time pass hi karna hota. To aap aapne real account se bhi reels dekh kar time pass kar sakti thi. Magar aap ek fake profile banake is waqt mujhse baat kar rahi hai.

Aap mano naa mano magar thoda khalipan aapki life mein bhi hai. Jaise mere sare followers ki life mein hai. In sab ki profile bhi fake hai. Isiliye yaha ye khul ke aapni baat keh pate hai. Kyuki isse inhe koi judge nahi karta hai.

Aur meri bhi profile fake hai. Jisse koi mujhe bhi judge naa kar sake. To agar aap fake profile banake bhi jhooth bolne aayi hai. To iska koi fayda nahi hai.

Vikram mera jhooth pakad chuka tha. Aur uska kehna bhi sahi tha. Uski aur uske sare followers ki profile fake thi. Taaki woh yaha woh baat kar sake. Jo woh duniya mein kisi se nahi kar sakte hai.

Aur uski baat se mujhe bhi yahi laga ki meri bhi profile fake hai. Agar main yaha koi baat karungi bhi to kisi ko kya pata chalega?

Vikram – Aunty yaha aapko koi judge nahi karega. To aap jo chaho khul ke bol sakte ho. Aur mujhe bhi khul ke chudai ki baate karna pasand hai. Waise aapse ek baat puchu.

Main – Hmm hmmm.

Vikram – Aunty sach sach batana. Aap meri profile dekh chuke ho. Kai maa bete ki chudai wale meme bhi like kar chuke ho. Kya aap bhi kisi ke liye incest feeling rakhte ho?

Main – Nahi nahi mujhe kisi ke liye incest feeling nahi hai.

Vikram – To aunty aapne mujhe follow kyu kiya? Aur aapne meri dali hui maa bete ki chudai ki post like kyu ki?

Main – Jab maine tumhari profile dekhi. To main puri tarah chock thi. Maine aisa kuch aaj se pehle kabhi nahi dekha tha. Isiliye bas main ye janna chahti thiki kya ye sab sach hai?

Vikram – To aunty kya pata chala aapko?

Main – Yahi ki tumhari baate sunke yakin nahi hotaki tum aapni mummy ki chudai kar chuke ho.

Vikram – Ha aunty normal logo ke liye ye manna asan nahi hai. Magar harr incest ladka harr roj aapni maa-behan ko chodne ke hi sapne dekhta hai. Aur aapni maa ki woh garmi shaant kar karta hai. Jo umar hone baad uska baap nahi kar pata hai.

Main – Waise tumhari maa tumhe bilkul nahi rokti hai. Jab tum unki chudai karte ho.

Vikram – Meri maa ko pata hi nahi hai, main unke sath ye sab karta hu.

Main – Matlab, main kuch samjhi nahi.

Vikram – Main aapni mummy ko neend ki goli de deta hu. Aur jab woh so jati hai. Tab unhe sir se leke pair tak chaat ta hu.

Main – Hey bhagwan, matlab tumhari mummy janti tak nahi hai ki tum unke sath kya karte ho?

Vikram – Nahi aunty unhe kuch nahi pata hai. Waise bhi koi bhi mummy aapne bete ko aisa karne ki ijajat nahi dengi. Aap batao aunty kya aap aapne bete ko aisa karne ki ijajat de sakti ho.

Main – Nahi kabhi nahi, main to aisa kabhi soch bhi nahi sakti hu.

Vikram – Isiliye aunty harr incest ladka aisa koi tarika dhundta hai. Jisse woh aapni mummy ki chudai kar sake. Magar sare ladke aisa nahi kar pate hai. Isiliye kuch sirf aapni mummy ko nanga dekhkar muth maarte hai.

To kuch unki penty sungh kar aapna lund hilate hai. To kuch bar bar aapni mummy ko chune ke bahane dhunte hai. Aur jo aapni mummy ke liye jayada pagal hote hai. Woh meri tarah aapni mummy ke sath maze karte hai.

Main – Yakin nahi hota, ki tum aapni maa ke sath ye sab karte ho. Aur unhe is baat ka pata tak nahi hai. Waise tumhari story par tumhari mummy ki video ke bare mein kya likha hai?

Vikram – Aacha woh, woh main aapni mummy ke sath chudai karte hue video banata hu. Jise main aapne followers ko bechta hu.

Main – Hey bhagwan, Tumhe darr nahi lagta ki isse tumhari mummy ki badnami ho sakti.

Vikram – Aunty itna dhayan main bhi rakhta hu. Video mein mummy face nahi dikhata hu. Bas sirf unke dudh unki nabhi unki chut aur unki gaand yahi sab hota hai video mein.

Aaj vikram se baat karke pehli bar mujhe pata chal raha thaki duniya mein aise log bhi hai. Jo aapni maa ke sath aisa bhi kar rahe hai.

Main – To kya log tumhari video kharid te hai?

Vikram – Bilkul kharid te hai aunty. Main mummy ki ek video se 10 se 15 hajar kamata hu. Aur site par upload karke 30 hajar se bhi jayada kamata hu.

Main – Sach mein itne paise kama lete ho.

Vikram – Ha ha aunty aaram se, meri mummy bahut hi sexy hai. Profile mein jo photo lagi hai. Woh meri mummy ki hai. Jinhe dekhne wale bahut hai.

Vikram ki baat sunke main uski profile photo fir se dekhne lagi. Aur uska kehna sahi tha. Uski mummy ka badan bhara hua aur kamuk tha. Aur jab main uski mummy ki photo dekh rahi thi. Tab vikram ne ek video mere pass bheji.

Vikram – Ye video dekho, aunty. Meri mummy ka hai.

Aur fir main jaise hi uska video kholne lagi. Tabhi kisi ne bell baja di. Maine time dekha. To mere bete ke aane ka time ho gaya tha. Aaj Vikram se baat karte karte waqt kaha nikal gaya. Mujhe pata hi nahi chala. Fir main boli.

Main – Chalo main baad main baat karti hu. Mera beta aa gaya hai.

Vikram – Theek hai, aunty. Jab aap free hona to message kar dena. Aap se baat karke bahut aacha laga.

Main – Theek hai.
Aur fir maine woh account logout kar diya. Aur jaake gate khol diya. Samne mera beta khada hua tha. Aur fir woh ander aa gaya. Aur kuch der baad hum dono khana khane lage. Khana khane ke baad mera beta aapne kamre mein chala gaya.]]> Hello dosto main incest Raj hajir ek aur nayi kahani ke sath.


Hello dosto mera naam jyoti hai. Meri umar 42 saal hai. Main UP ki rehne wali hu. 

Meri ye kahani ek maa se incest maa banne ki hai. Jiske chalte main khud ke bete se chudai ka rishte bana bethi.
Mere ghar mein mere pati mera beta aur main hi rehte hai. Mere pati government job karte hai. Aur 5 saal pehle unka transfer dusri city mein ho gaya hai. Jiski wajah se woh wahi rehte hai. Aur hafte mein 2 din ke liye ghar aate hai.
Mere bete ka naam Raj hai. Uski umar 19 saal hai. Woh college mein pad raha hai. Mera beta dikhne mein slim aur smart hai. Aur mere pati ke naa hone ki wajah se wahi mere sath rehta hai.
Main dikhne mein abhi bhi 30-32 ki lagti hu. Mera figure 36C 34 40 hai. Figure sunke aap samjh hi gaye honge ki main kaise dikhti hu? Main hamesha saree aur sleeveless blouse hi pehenti hu. Jisse mera roop aur jayada khil ke bahar aata hai.
Jab bhi main bahar jati hu. To logo ki nazar aksar mere dudh aur meri kamar par hoti hai. Aur bahar walo ki aise nazar mujhe ye ahsas dilati hai, mere badan ka akarshan abhi bhi kam nahi hua hai. Magar main hamesha yahi sochti hu.
Ki kya fayda aise badan ka jab khud ka pati hi use naa dekhta ho. Mere pati ki government job ke chalte ghar mein kisi cheej ki koi kami nahi hai. Magar jo kami meri zindgi mein hai. Woh mere pati kabhi samajh hi nahi paye. Hamara rishta waise to aacha hai.
Magar is umar mein jo chudai ka sukh harr aurat chahti hai. Mere pati woh mujhe nahi de pate hai. Jab meri shaadi hui thi. Tab mere pati aur mere beech lagbhag harr roj chudai hoti thi. Magar jaise hi mera beta hua.
Uske baad se hamare beech chudai kam hoti chali gayi. Aur abhi 5 saal pehle se jab se mere pati ka transfer hua hai. Tab se hamare beech chudai mahine mein 1-2 bar hone lagi. Main lund ke sukh ke liye tadapne lagi.

Magar main khul ke aapne pati ko ye keh bhi nahi sakti thi. Kyuki hamare samaj mein aise aurto ko aacha nahi mana jata hai. Shaadi se pehle mera ek boyfriend tha. Jisse maine chudai ka bharpur maza liya tha.

Isiliye main aachi tarah janti huki chudai ka maza kya hota hai. Magar yaha mujhe aapne pati se hi chudai woh sukh nahi mil raha tha. Aur ye sirf mera hi haal nahi tha. Meri jaise kai aurto ka haal tha. Yaha tak ki meri kai friends ka bhi yahi haal tha.

Magar kai friends aapni zindagi ka pura maza le rahi thi. Kyuki woh bahar dusre lund ka sukh le rahi thi. Mann to mera bhi kai bar hua ki main bhi kisi se aapni garmi shaant karwa lu. Magar ghar ki izzat ki wajah se main aisa karna nahi chahti thi.

Isiliye jab mujhs mere ander ki garmi bardast nahi hoti thi. To main dildo se aapni chut ko shaant kar leti thi. Ye dildo meri hi ek dost ne mujhe diya tha. Jise maine aapne pati se chupa ke rakha tha. Magar tab main ye nahi janti thi.

Ki bahut jald meri chut ki garmi mera beta shaant karne wala tha. Woh din baaki dino ki tarah normal din tha. Mera beta college jaa chuka tha. Main ghar ke kaam karke mobile chala rahi thi.

Meri jaise housewife ke pass time pass karne ka sabse asan tarika hai Instagram chalana. Main bhi yahi karti hu. Us din bhi maine harr roj ki tarah aapna Instagram khola. Aur Instagram kholte hi kai sare message aaye hue the.



Main Instagram par sirf aapni friends aur relative se hi baat karti hu. Aur kabhi kabhi hi photo post karti hu. Yaha tak ki mujhe reels banane ka bhi koi shock nahi hai. Par kai naye log jo mujhe message karte hai.



Main unke message dekhkar delete kar deti hu. Magar unse koi baat nahi karti hu. Us din bhi mujhe kai message aaye hue the. Kuch dosto ke the. Jinko main reply kar rahi thi. Aur kuch naye message the. Jinhe main dekhkar delete kar rahi thi.

Aur tabhi maine ek message khola. Us ladke ka naam incest Vikram tha. Aur usne ek video bheja hua tha. Normally naye message mein hi, hi dear, hello bhabhi ji, aap bahut khoobsurat ho. Aise message aate the.



Magar is ladke ne sidhe video bheja tha. Aur video ke neeche likha tha. ‘I loved your sexy nabhi, aunty.’ Aur fir jaise hi maine woh video khola. To us video mein ek mobile bed par rakha hua tha. Aur us mobile mein meri ek photo thi.



Jismein maine kaali transparent saree pehni hui thi. Aur meri nabhi us saree mein se saaf saaf dikhayi de rahi thi. Aur meri photo dekhte hue woh ladka dusre mobile se video bana raha tha. Aur 2 second chalte hi us video mein woh ladka aapna lund us mobile par maarne laga.

Jismein meri photo thi. Us ladke ka lund dekhte hi meri aankhe badi ho gayi. Us ladke ka lund sade 6-7 inch ka tha. Woh aapne lund ko aage peeche karte hue meri photo par maar raha tha.

Meri nazar us ladke ke lund se hatt hi nahi rahi thi. Woh aapna lund hilaye ja raha tha. Aur fir usne dher sara gada pani meri photo par nikal diya. Woh video 2 minute ki thi.

Aur pure 2 minute woh bas meri photo dekhkar aapna lund hila raha tha. Video ke khatam hote hi main uski profile par gayi. Aur waha mujhe woh mila. Jiski wajah se aaj main incest mummy hu. Jaise hi maine uski profile kholi.



To uski profile photo ek aurat ki thi. Jo bra aur peticot mein khadi hui thi. Aur dekhne se us aurat ki umar 40 plus lag rahi thi. Aur Uske profile ki bio mein likha tha. Incest for mummy, incest helper ye sab padke mujhe samajh nahi aaya.

Ki ye kya hai. Aur fir main uski post ki hui photo dekhne lagi. Aur waha kai photo maa bete ke chudai ke upar thi. Jise meme kehte hai. Harr photo mein maa bete ki chudai ki baate likhi hui thi. Main ek ke baad ek photo dekhti ja rahi thi.

Aur usmein likhi chudai bhari baate dekhkar ajeeb bhi lag raha tha. Aur sath ke sath chut mein garmhata bhi mehsus ho rahi thi. Us ladke ne kai bra penty ki photo bhi daali thi. Aur neeche likha tha. Mummy ki istemaal ki hui bra penty.

Us ladke ki daali hui sari photo dekhne ke baad main itna to samajh gayi thiki ye ladka aapni mummy ko chodna chahta hai. Aur ye sochkar mujhe bada ajeeb lag raha thaki kaise koi ladka aapni hi maa ko chodne ke bare mein soch sakta hai.

Main kafi der tak us ladke ki profile dekhti rahi. Aur uske follow karne wale jayadatar account aise hi the. Jo aapni mummy ya behan ko chodne ki baat kar rahe the. Aur yahi sab dekhte dekhte meri chut geeli ho gayi thi.

Aur mere samne wahi sari photo ghum rahi thi. Jismein maa bete ki chudai ki baate likhi hui thi. Kafi der tak main yahi sab sochti rahi. Aur fir maine us ladke ke account ko block kar diya.

Jaise main jayadatar anjaan logo ke account block kar deti thi. Maine uska account to block kar diya tha. Magar maine uski chat ko delete nahi kiya tha. Jismein woh video pada hua tha.

Aur fir kuch time baad mera beta aa gaya. Main baaki kaamo mein lag gayi. Magar ab bhi mere dimag mein us ladke ki daali hui photo hi ghum rahi thi. Pura din aise hi nikal gaya. Aur fir raat ka khana khake main aapne kamre mein aa gayi.

Aur mera beta aapne kamre mein chala gaya. Kamre mein aane ke baad maine saree aur bra nikal di. Aur mexi pehan li. Aur fir main aapne pati se baate karne lagi. Aur kuch der baat karne ke baad main light band karke let gayi.

Mera din to jaise taise nikal jata tha. Magar kai raat main lund ke liye bahut tarasti thi. Isiliye kabhi kabaar chudai wali video dekhkar dildo se aapni chut ko shaant kar leti thi. Main lete lete mobile chala rahi thi.

Aur reels dekhte hue achanak mujhe us ladke ka video dhayan aa gaya. Maine turant uski chat kholi. Aur uska bheja hua video dekhne lagi. Woh ladka jis tarah video mein meri photo par aapna lund maar raha tha.

Aur aapna lund hilaye ja raha tha. Use dekh kar saaf saaf pata chal raha thaki woh ladka mujhe chodna chahta hai. Main us ladke ke lund ko dekhe ja rahi thi. Aur uska lund dekhne se meri chut geeli hone lagi thi.

Kyuki aaj kafi waqt ke baad main aise kisi ko dekh rahi thi. Jo mere liye aapna lund hila raha tha. Aur aaj pehli bar kisi ne mujhe aisa video bheja tha. Warna main to kisi se baat tak nahi karti thi.

Aur sach kahu tu mujhe uska lund aacha laga tha. Isiliye maine use to block kar diya tha. Magar uski chat delete nahi ki thi. Aur ab main bed par akeli leti us ladke ke video ko dekh rahi thi. Video dekhte hue maine aapni mexi upar kar li.

Aur aapni chut ko ragadte hue main us ladke ka lund dekhe ja rahi thi. Us ladke ka kaala mota lund mere pati aur boyfriend se bhi bada tha. Porn dekhte hue kai bar maine aapni chut ko ragda hai.

Magar aaj main ek anjaan ladke ka lund dekh kar aapni chut ko ragad rahi thi. Jo meri photo dekhkar aapna lund hila raha tha. Aapni chut ko ragad ragad ke maine aapna pani nikal diya. Aur fir main bhi so gayi.



Agle din ki bhi shuruwat normal dino ki tarah hi hui. Mera beta college chala gaya. Main sara kaam karke aapni ek dost se baat karne lagi. Aur baat karne ke baad jab maine aapna Instagram khola. Tab main fir se us ladke ka video dekhne lagi.

Us ladke ka bheja video aur uski daali hui woh maa bete ki chudai ki photo, mere dimag se nikal nahi rahi thi. Shayad aisa isiliye ho raha tha. Kyuki pehli bar maine aisa kuch dekha tha. Main use jitna bhoolna cha rahi thi.

Mujhe woh utna dhayan aa raha tha. Jaise hi main free hoke bethti thi. Tabhi mere dimag mein us ladke ki video aur uski daali hui photo aane lagti thi. 3 din tak maine woh sab bholne ki bahut koshish ki, magar main use aapne dimag se nikal nahi payi.

Aur fir uske agle din maine us ladke ka account unblock kar diya. Main fir se uski profile dekhne lagi. Usne aapni profile par ek story dali thi. Jismein ek aurat leti hui thi. Aur uska blouse samne se khula hua tha.

Magar uske dudh aur uske chere ko us ladke ne blur kar diya tha. Aur story par likha hua tha. Mummy ki new video aane wali hai. Interested in dm kare. (Ye sab usne English mein likha tha.)

Us ladke ki story dekhkar main soch mein pad gayi. Jis tarah se woh ladka aapni mummy ki video ke bare mein bata raha tha. Use dekh kar mera mann us ladke se baat karne ka raha tha. Waise bhi main 3 din se usi ke bare mein soch rahi thi. Aur ab main janna chahti thi.

Ki kya woh ladka sach mein ye sab aapni maa ke sath karta hai. Main aapne real account se usse baat nahi kar sakti thi. Kyuki mere real account mein mera beta aur mere pati dono add hai.

Main nahi chahti thiki un dono mein se kisi ko is baat ka pata chale. Aur fir maine ek naya account banaya. Jismein maine aapna naam sapna rakha aur flower ki photo laga li. Maine kuch kuch anjaan logo ko follow kiya. Aur fir maine us ladke ko follow karke.

Uski dali hui kuch photo ko like kar diya. Aur photo ko like karne ke kuch hi seconds ke baad us ladke ka message aa gayakisi ne sach hi kaha haiki kisi aurat ka naam dekhte hi log sabse jaldi message karte hai.

Vikram– Hi Sapna, how are you?

Main – Hello, I m fine, how are you.

 vikram – I’m also fine. Where are you from?

Main – I m from delhi (jhoot bola). And you?

 Vikram– I’m from Tamil Nadu.

Main – Ohhh nice, waise tumhe hindi aati hai.

Vikram – Ha ha aachi tarha aati hai. Waise kya main tumhari umar jan sakta hu sapna?

Main – Main 39 ki hu. Aur tum.

Vikram – Nice, main 19 saal ka hu. Waise aap kya karti ho?

Jaise hi vikram ne bataya ki woh 19 saal ka hai. Mujhe yakin nahi hua ki mujhe aapna lund dikhane wala ladka 19 saal ka hoga. Uska lund dekhkar mujhe lag raha thaki woh kam se kam 24-25 ka hoga. Magar vikram mere bete se 1 saal hi bada tha.

Main – Main housewife hu. Tum kya karte ho?

Vikram – Main college mein pad raha hu. Waise aunty aap yaha kya service deti hai?

Main – Kaise service main kuch samjhi nahi.

Vikram – Wahi service aunty, Jisme roleplay video call par sex hota hai.

Main – Are nahi nahi main aisa kuch nahi karti hu. Main to bas kabhi kabhi ye account aise hi chala leti hu. Time pass karne ke liye.

Vikram – Ohhh aacha, waise aunty agar aap bura naa mano. To kya aap ek voice recording bhej sakte ho? Woh kya hai naa yaha bahut log aurat ke fake account bana ke chat karte hai.

Vikram ki baat sunte hi maine use voice recording bhej di. Kyuki main uske bare mein janna chahti thi. Aur waise bhi ye mera fake account tha. Recording sunte hi woh bola.

Vikram – Wohw aunty aapki awaaj bahut sexy hai.

Main – Thanks. Waise tumhare ghar mein kon kon hai?

Vikram – Main hu meri mummy hai. Aur papa Kuwait mein job karte hai. Aapke ghar mein kon kon hai?

Main – Mere pati, mera beta aur main. Waise main tumse ek baat puch sakti hu.

Vikram – Ha ha boliye naa aunty.

Main – Tumhara profile mein incest for mummy likha hai. Aur incest helper likha hai. Iska kya matlab hai?

Vikram – Aunty, aapko sach mein incest ka matlab nahi pata hai.

Main – Nahi isiliye to puch rahi hu.

Vikram – Aunty incest ka matlab woh log hote hai. Jo log aapne khoon ke rishte mein chudai karte hai. Jaise koi bhai aapni behan ke sath, koi baap aapni beti ke sath ya koi beta jab aapni maa ki chudai karta hai. To use incest kehte hai.

Incest ka matlab sunne ke baad ab main puri tarah samajh gayi thiki ye ladka aapni maa ko chodna chahta hai. Aur fir main boli.

Main – To kya tum bhi aapni maa ko ke sath woh sab karte ho.

Vikram – Ha, aunty main aapni mummy ke liye incest hu. Aur kai bar unhe chod bhi chuka hu.

Vikram ki baat sunne ke baad main puri tarah hil gayi thi. Mujhe yakin nahi ho raha thaki koi ladka aapni maa ko bhi chod sakta hai. Uski baat sunne ke baad main boli.

Main – Aapni maa ke sath ye sab karte hue ajeeb nahi laga.

Vikram – Aunty kya chudai karna kisi ko bhi ajeeb lagta hai? Ye to woh maza hai. Jo harr mard aur aurat ko chahiye hota hai.

Main – Ha ye to hai. Magar aapni maa behen ke sath ye sab karna alag baat hai.

Vikram – Aunty lagta hai aap incest logo ke bare janti nahi hai. Incest woh ladke bante hai. Jo aapni maa aur behan ko, maa behan ke alawa ek aurat ki nazar se bhi dekhte hai. Jisse woh is duniya mein sabse jayada pyaar karte hai.

Isilye kisi incest ladke ko aapni maa-behan ki chudai karna ajeeb nahi lagta hai. Aur naa hi kisi ladki ko aapne baap-bhai se chudwane mein koi dikkat hoti hai.

Main – Tumhare kehne ka matlab ki ladkiyaan bhi incest hoti hai.

Vikram – Bilkul hoti hai, aunty. Isiliye bachpan mein aapne bhai ke sath khelte khelte sabse pehle usi ka lund pakadti hai. Tabhi to maa baap thodi bade hote hi bhai-behan ko alag alag kar dete hai.

Vikram ki baat sunke main chock gayi thi. Uska kehna galat nahi tha. Baccho ke thode bade hote hi maa-baap aisa hi karte hai. Aur aaj kal kitne hi aise affair pakde ja rahe hai. Jismein bhai-behan ya baap-bet aise chudai karte hue pakde gaye hai.

Vikram – Waise aunty kya aap aapne pati se khus ho?

Main – Ha Khus hu mere pati mujhe bahut pyaar karte hai.

Vikram – Waise nahi mera matlab hai ki woh aapko bed mein satisfied kar pate hai yaa nahi.

Main – Ha ha kar dete hai. (Jhooth bola)

Vikram – Waise sach kahu aunty. Mujhe pata hai aap jhooth bol rahi ho.

Main – Tumhe aisa kyu lagta hai? Ki main jhooth bol rahi ho. Tum to mujhe jante bhi nahi ho.

Vikram – Ha, aunty main aapko nahi janta hu. Magar main yaha aap jaise kai aurto se baat kar chuka hu. Aur yaha fake profile banake wahi baat karte hai. Jo ya to aapni life mein aleke hote hai. Ya aapne partner se satisfied nahi hote hai.

Main – Aisa bilkul nahi hai. Main to yaha bas time pass ke liye aayi hu.

Vikram – Aunty agar time pass hi karna hota. To aap aapne real account se bhi reels dekh kar time pass kar sakti thi. Magar aap ek fake profile banake is waqt mujhse baat kar rahi hai.

Aap mano naa mano magar thoda khalipan aapki life mein bhi hai. Jaise mere sare followers ki life mein hai. In sab ki profile bhi fake hai. Isiliye yaha ye khul ke aapni baat keh pate hai. Kyuki isse inhe koi judge nahi karta hai.

Aur meri bhi profile fake hai. Jisse koi mujhe bhi judge naa kar sake. To agar aap fake profile banake bhi jhooth bolne aayi hai. To iska koi fayda nahi hai.

Vikram mera jhooth pakad chuka tha. Aur uska kehna bhi sahi tha. Uski aur uske sare followers ki profile fake thi. Taaki woh yaha woh baat kar sake. Jo woh duniya mein kisi se nahi kar sakte hai.

Aur uski baat se mujhe bhi yahi laga ki meri bhi profile fake hai. Agar main yaha koi baat karungi bhi to kisi ko kya pata chalega?

Vikram – Aunty yaha aapko koi judge nahi karega. To aap jo chaho khul ke bol sakte ho. Aur mujhe bhi khul ke chudai ki baate karna pasand hai. Waise aapse ek baat puchu.

Main – Hmm hmmm.

Vikram – Aunty sach sach batana. Aap meri profile dekh chuke ho. Kai maa bete ki chudai wale meme bhi like kar chuke ho. Kya aap bhi kisi ke liye incest feeling rakhte ho?

Main – Nahi nahi mujhe kisi ke liye incest feeling nahi hai.

Vikram – To aunty aapne mujhe follow kyu kiya? Aur aapne meri dali hui maa bete ki chudai ki post like kyu ki?

Main – Jab maine tumhari profile dekhi. To main puri tarah chock thi. Maine aisa kuch aaj se pehle kabhi nahi dekha tha. Isiliye bas main ye janna chahti thiki kya ye sab sach hai?

Vikram – To aunty kya pata chala aapko?

Main – Yahi ki tumhari baate sunke yakin nahi hotaki tum aapni mummy ki chudai kar chuke ho.

Vikram – Ha aunty normal logo ke liye ye manna asan nahi hai. Magar harr incest ladka harr roj aapni maa-behan ko chodne ke hi sapne dekhta hai. Aur aapni maa ki woh garmi shaant kar karta hai. Jo umar hone baad uska baap nahi kar pata hai.

Main – Waise tumhari maa tumhe bilkul nahi rokti hai. Jab tum unki chudai karte ho.

Vikram – Meri maa ko pata hi nahi hai, main unke sath ye sab karta hu.

Main – Matlab, main kuch samjhi nahi.

Vikram – Main aapni mummy ko neend ki goli de deta hu. Aur jab woh so jati hai. Tab unhe sir se leke pair tak chaat ta hu.

Main – Hey bhagwan, matlab tumhari mummy janti tak nahi hai ki tum unke sath kya karte ho?

Vikram – Nahi aunty unhe kuch nahi pata hai. Waise bhi koi bhi mummy aapne bete ko aisa karne ki ijajat nahi dengi. Aap batao aunty kya aap aapne bete ko aisa karne ki ijajat de sakti ho.

Main – Nahi kabhi nahi, main to aisa kabhi soch bhi nahi sakti hu.

Vikram – Isiliye aunty harr incest ladka aisa koi tarika dhundta hai. Jisse woh aapni mummy ki chudai kar sake. Magar sare ladke aisa nahi kar pate hai. Isiliye kuch sirf aapni mummy ko nanga dekhkar muth maarte hai.

To kuch unki penty sungh kar aapna lund hilate hai. To kuch bar bar aapni mummy ko chune ke bahane dhunte hai. Aur jo aapni mummy ke liye jayada pagal hote hai. Woh meri tarah aapni mummy ke sath maze karte hai.

Main – Yakin nahi hota, ki tum aapni maa ke sath ye sab karte ho. Aur unhe is baat ka pata tak nahi hai. Waise tumhari story par tumhari mummy ki video ke bare mein kya likha hai?

Vikram – Aacha woh, woh main aapni mummy ke sath chudai karte hue video banata hu. Jise main aapne followers ko bechta hu.

Main – Hey bhagwan, Tumhe darr nahi lagta ki isse tumhari mummy ki badnami ho sakti.

Vikram – Aunty itna dhayan main bhi rakhta hu. Video mein mummy face nahi dikhata hu. Bas sirf unke dudh unki nabhi unki chut aur unki gaand yahi sab hota hai video mein.

Aaj vikram se baat karke pehli bar mujhe pata chal raha thaki duniya mein aise log bhi hai. Jo aapni maa ke sath aisa bhi kar rahe hai.

Main – To kya log tumhari video kharid te hai?

Vikram – Bilkul kharid te hai aunty. Main mummy ki ek video se 10 se 15 hajar kamata hu. Aur site par upload karke 30 hajar se bhi jayada kamata hu.

Main – Sach mein itne paise kama lete ho.

Vikram – Ha ha aunty aaram se, meri mummy bahut hi sexy hai. Profile mein jo photo lagi hai. Woh meri mummy ki hai. Jinhe dekhne wale bahut hai.

Vikram ki baat sunke main uski profile photo fir se dekhne lagi. Aur uska kehna sahi tha. Uski mummy ka badan bhara hua aur kamuk tha. Aur jab main uski mummy ki photo dekh rahi thi. Tab vikram ne ek video mere pass bheji.

Vikram – Ye video dekho, aunty. Meri mummy ka hai.

Aur fir main jaise hi uska video kholne lagi. Tabhi kisi ne bell baja di. Maine time dekha. To mere bete ke aane ka time ho gaya tha. Aaj Vikram se baat karte karte waqt kaha nikal gaya. Mujhe pata hi nahi chala. Fir main boli.

Main – Chalo main baad main baat karti hu. Mera beta aa gaya hai.

Vikram – Theek hai, aunty. Jab aap free hona to message kar dena. Aap se baat karke bahut aacha laga.

Main – Theek hai.
Aur fir maine woh account logout kar diya. Aur jaake gate khol diya. Samne mera beta khada hua tha. Aur fir woh ander aa gaya. Aur kuch der baad hum dono khana khane lage. Khana khane ke baad mera beta aapne kamre mein chala gaya.]]> https://xossipy.com/thread-73758.html Wed, 20 May 2026 09:17:02 +0300 https://xossipy.com/thread-73758.html                                  

                                                    Majburi, samajdari aur pyaar

Note: This story is work of fiction. It is not related to anyone. Characters used in this post are not related to anyone.


Pramod, 53 saal ka ek overweight aur dark-skinned aadmi tha. Uske safed daadi, seene par safed baal aur middle se bald head uski umar ko aur bhi zyada dikhaate the. Zindagi bhar usne sirf business aur paisa kamane par dhyaan diya tha, isliye shaadi nahi ki. Jab usne Sunaina ke baare mein suna, toh uska mann usko apna banana chaaha.

Sunaina abhi 18 saal ki hui thi. Woh bahut attractive thi – bahut fair skin, tight figure, badi aankhein, patli kamar aur bhari hui chhati aur gaand. Uske pita ki maut ke baad ghar ki financial condition bahut kharab ho gayi thi. Uske saath 42 saal ki maa aur ek chhota bhai rehta tha.

Ek din Pramod unke ghar aaya aur seedha offer rakha. “Main tumhari poori family ki zimmedari uthaunga – ghar ka rent, bhai ki padhai, sab kharcha. Lekin Sunaina ko mujhse shaadi karna hoga. 

Sunaina aur uski maa shocked reh gayi. Kai din tak sochne ke baad family ne haan kar diya kyunki unke paas koi aur option nahi tha. Court marriage ke baad Sunaina Pramod ke bade ghar mein aa gayi.


Shaadi ke pehle din Pramod ne Sunaina ko bedroom mein bulaaya. Woh laal saree mein bahut nervous thi.

Pramod dheere se bola, “Sunaina, baitho yahan mere paas. Dar mat. Main jaanta hoon yeh sab achanak hua hai, lekin main tumhe kabhi hurt nahi karunga. Tum ab meri patni ho.”

Sunaina ne aankhein neeche karke kaha, “Ji… Pramod ji. Main jaanti hoon aapne humari madad ki hai. Main apna farz nibhaungi.”

Pramod ne uska haath pakda aur uski ungliyon ko chuma. “Tum bahut sundar ho. Main tumhe dheere dheere sab sikhaunga.” Us raat usne Sunaina ko bahut pyar se chhua, uske shareer ko explore kiya, lekin poora sex nahi kiya. Sirf uske breasts ko chusa aur ungli se uski chut ko geela kiya. Sunaina pehli baar itna maze mehsoos kar rahi thi.

Agli subah Pramod ne usse kaha, “Sunaina, aaj se hum roz baat karenge. Tum mujhe apni feelings bataogi. Main tumhara pati hoon, sirf shaaririk nahi, dil se bhi.”

Dino mein Pramod Sunaina ke saath time bitata. Woh usko market le jaata, naye kapde dilwata, uske college ke sapnon ke baare mein baat karta. Shaam ko dono balcony mein baith kar chai peete aur baatein karte.

Ek shaam Sunaina ne sharmate hue kaha, “Pramod ji, aap itne busy rehte hai, phir bhi itna time dete ho mujhe. Pehle mujhe laga yeh sirf deal thi, lekin ab aisa lagta hai mujhe pyaar ho gaya hai aapse.”

Pramod muskuraya, “Haan Sunaina, pehle sirf attraction tha, lekin ab main tumse sach mein pyaar karne laga hoon. Tumhari muskaan, tumhari baatein – sab mujhe achha lagta hai.”

Dheere dheere Sunaina bhi uske pyaar mein padne lagi. Woh uske safed daadi ko chhune lagi, uske motay pet par haath pherne lagi aur usko “mere pati” kehne lagi.


Raat ko Pramod ne Sunaina ko apne paas khinch liya. “Aaj tum poori tarah meri ho jaogi, Sunaina.”

Sunaina ne sharmate hue kaha, “Ji… aap jo chahein. Main taiyaar hoon.”

Pramod ne uski saree ka pallu dheere se neeche kiya. Usne blouse ke har hook ek ek karke khole aur bola, “Kitni gori ho tum… meri kaali ungliyan tumhari is chamak par bilkul alag lagti hain.” Usne bra kholi aur dono breasts ko haathon mein lekar massage karne laga. Phir ek nipple ko muh mein liya aur dheere dheere chusne laga. Sunaina ki saans tez ho gayi, “Ahh… Pramod ji… bahut achha lag raha hai…”

Pramod ne usko bed par litaya. Saree upar karke uski panty utari. Uski virgin pink chut ko dekhte hue bola, “Bahut sundar hai tumhari yeh jagah.” Usne apni safed daadi uski chut par ragadi aur zubaan se chaatne laga – dheere dheere, lambi licks. Sunaina ka badan hilne laga, “Aahh… kya kar rahe hain aap… ahhh… please…”

Jab woh bahut geeli ho gayi, Pramod ne apna mota kaala lund bahar nikala. Sunaina ne dekha aur boli, “Bahut bada hai… dheere se karna.”

Pramod ne uske pair failaye aur supade ko chut par ragadne laga. “Dekho, kitna geela ho gaya hai tumhara. Ab andar aa raha hoon.” Dheere se andar dhakelne laga. Sunaina ne kaha, “Ahhh… thoda dard ho raha hai… Please ek minute aah".

Poora lund andar daal kar Pramod uske upar let gaya. Uska mota pet uske flat pet par dab raha tha. Usne uske lips ko kiss kiya aur dheere dheere dhakke marne shuru kiye. “Kaise lag raha hai ab, meri jaan?”

Sunaina ne aankhein band karke kaha, “Ab… maza aa raha hai… aur zor se… Pramod ji…”

Pramod ne speed badhaya. Uski gori breasts upar neeche ho rahi thi. Uska safed seena uski chhatiyon se ragad raha tha. Kai minute baad Pramod uske andar hi jhad gaya aur bola, “Aaj se tum meri bachchon ki maa banne wali ho.”

Uske baad sex ke baad dono baatein karte. Pramod uske baal sahlate hue poochhta, “Kaisa laga? Kya tumhe achha laga?” Sunaina sharmate hue bolti, “Pehli baar itna close feel kiya kisi se. Aap bahut pyar se karte hain.”

Saal guzarte gaye. Sunaina poori tarah Pramod se pyaar karne lagi. Woh khud uske paas aakar kiss karti, “Aaj mujhe chahiye aap.” Pramod usko college complete karne deta, family ki saari zimmedari uthata. Dono saath mein ghoomne jaate, movies dekhte aur raaton ko alag-alag positions mein sex karte – kabhi doggy style mein uski gaand pakad kar, kabhi woh upar baith kar.

Panch bachche hue – teen bete aur do betiyan. Har pregnancy ke time bhi Pramod usko dheere se chodta aur uske doodh bhari breasts ko pyar karta. Sunaina bolti, “Aapne sirf condition nahi, sachcha pyaar aur parivaar diya mujhe.

Pramod 75 saal ki umar mein guzar gaya. Sunaina, tab 40 saal ki, apne panch bachchon ke saath uski yaadon mein khoyi rehti thi. 

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                                                    Majburi, samajdari aur pyaar

Note: This story is work of fiction. It is not related to anyone. Characters used in this post are not related to anyone.


Pramod, 53 saal ka ek overweight aur dark-skinned aadmi tha. Uske safed daadi, seene par safed baal aur middle se bald head uski umar ko aur bhi zyada dikhaate the. Zindagi bhar usne sirf business aur paisa kamane par dhyaan diya tha, isliye shaadi nahi ki. Jab usne Sunaina ke baare mein suna, toh uska mann usko apna banana chaaha.

Sunaina abhi 18 saal ki hui thi. Woh bahut attractive thi – bahut fair skin, tight figure, badi aankhein, patli kamar aur bhari hui chhati aur gaand. Uske pita ki maut ke baad ghar ki financial condition bahut kharab ho gayi thi. Uske saath 42 saal ki maa aur ek chhota bhai rehta tha.

Ek din Pramod unke ghar aaya aur seedha offer rakha. “Main tumhari poori family ki zimmedari uthaunga – ghar ka rent, bhai ki padhai, sab kharcha. Lekin Sunaina ko mujhse shaadi karna hoga. 

Sunaina aur uski maa shocked reh gayi. Kai din tak sochne ke baad family ne haan kar diya kyunki unke paas koi aur option nahi tha. Court marriage ke baad Sunaina Pramod ke bade ghar mein aa gayi.


Shaadi ke pehle din Pramod ne Sunaina ko bedroom mein bulaaya. Woh laal saree mein bahut nervous thi.

Pramod dheere se bola, “Sunaina, baitho yahan mere paas. Dar mat. Main jaanta hoon yeh sab achanak hua hai, lekin main tumhe kabhi hurt nahi karunga. Tum ab meri patni ho.”

Sunaina ne aankhein neeche karke kaha, “Ji… Pramod ji. Main jaanti hoon aapne humari madad ki hai. Main apna farz nibhaungi.”

Pramod ne uska haath pakda aur uski ungliyon ko chuma. “Tum bahut sundar ho. Main tumhe dheere dheere sab sikhaunga.” Us raat usne Sunaina ko bahut pyar se chhua, uske shareer ko explore kiya, lekin poora sex nahi kiya. Sirf uske breasts ko chusa aur ungli se uski chut ko geela kiya. Sunaina pehli baar itna maze mehsoos kar rahi thi.

Agli subah Pramod ne usse kaha, “Sunaina, aaj se hum roz baat karenge. Tum mujhe apni feelings bataogi. Main tumhara pati hoon, sirf shaaririk nahi, dil se bhi.”

Dino mein Pramod Sunaina ke saath time bitata. Woh usko market le jaata, naye kapde dilwata, uske college ke sapnon ke baare mein baat karta. Shaam ko dono balcony mein baith kar chai peete aur baatein karte.

Ek shaam Sunaina ne sharmate hue kaha, “Pramod ji, aap itne busy rehte hai, phir bhi itna time dete ho mujhe. Pehle mujhe laga yeh sirf deal thi, lekin ab aisa lagta hai mujhe pyaar ho gaya hai aapse.”

Pramod muskuraya, “Haan Sunaina, pehle sirf attraction tha, lekin ab main tumse sach mein pyaar karne laga hoon. Tumhari muskaan, tumhari baatein – sab mujhe achha lagta hai.”

Dheere dheere Sunaina bhi uske pyaar mein padne lagi. Woh uske safed daadi ko chhune lagi, uske motay pet par haath pherne lagi aur usko “mere pati” kehne lagi.


Raat ko Pramod ne Sunaina ko apne paas khinch liya. “Aaj tum poori tarah meri ho jaogi, Sunaina.”

Sunaina ne sharmate hue kaha, “Ji… aap jo chahein. Main taiyaar hoon.”

Pramod ne uski saree ka pallu dheere se neeche kiya. Usne blouse ke har hook ek ek karke khole aur bola, “Kitni gori ho tum… meri kaali ungliyan tumhari is chamak par bilkul alag lagti hain.” Usne bra kholi aur dono breasts ko haathon mein lekar massage karne laga. Phir ek nipple ko muh mein liya aur dheere dheere chusne laga. Sunaina ki saans tez ho gayi, “Ahh… Pramod ji… bahut achha lag raha hai…”

Pramod ne usko bed par litaya. Saree upar karke uski panty utari. Uski virgin pink chut ko dekhte hue bola, “Bahut sundar hai tumhari yeh jagah.” Usne apni safed daadi uski chut par ragadi aur zubaan se chaatne laga – dheere dheere, lambi licks. Sunaina ka badan hilne laga, “Aahh… kya kar rahe hain aap… ahhh… please…”

Jab woh bahut geeli ho gayi, Pramod ne apna mota kaala lund bahar nikala. Sunaina ne dekha aur boli, “Bahut bada hai… dheere se karna.”

Pramod ne uske pair failaye aur supade ko chut par ragadne laga. “Dekho, kitna geela ho gaya hai tumhara. Ab andar aa raha hoon.” Dheere se andar dhakelne laga. Sunaina ne kaha, “Ahhh… thoda dard ho raha hai… Please ek minute aah".

Poora lund andar daal kar Pramod uske upar let gaya. Uska mota pet uske flat pet par dab raha tha. Usne uske lips ko kiss kiya aur dheere dheere dhakke marne shuru kiye. “Kaise lag raha hai ab, meri jaan?”

Sunaina ne aankhein band karke kaha, “Ab… maza aa raha hai… aur zor se… Pramod ji…”

Pramod ne speed badhaya. Uski gori breasts upar neeche ho rahi thi. Uska safed seena uski chhatiyon se ragad raha tha. Kai minute baad Pramod uske andar hi jhad gaya aur bola, “Aaj se tum meri bachchon ki maa banne wali ho.”

Uske baad sex ke baad dono baatein karte. Pramod uske baal sahlate hue poochhta, “Kaisa laga? Kya tumhe achha laga?” Sunaina sharmate hue bolti, “Pehli baar itna close feel kiya kisi se. Aap bahut pyar se karte hain.”

Saal guzarte gaye. Sunaina poori tarah Pramod se pyaar karne lagi. Woh khud uske paas aakar kiss karti, “Aaj mujhe chahiye aap.” Pramod usko college complete karne deta, family ki saari zimmedari uthata. Dono saath mein ghoomne jaate, movies dekhte aur raaton ko alag-alag positions mein sex karte – kabhi doggy style mein uski gaand pakad kar, kabhi woh upar baith kar.

Panch bachche hue – teen bete aur do betiyan. Har pregnancy ke time bhi Pramod usko dheere se chodta aur uske doodh bhari breasts ko pyar karta. Sunaina bolti, “Aapne sirf condition nahi, sachcha pyaar aur parivaar diya mujhe.

Pramod 75 saal ki umar mein guzar gaya. Sunaina, tab 40 saal ki, apne panch bachchon ke saath uski yaadon mein khoyi rehti thi. 

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.]]> https://xossipy.com/thread-73741.html Mon, 18 May 2026 19:05:10 +0300 https://xossipy.com/thread-73741.html 1) तन्हाई और सुनहरे सपने

सुबह की पहली किरण जब खिड़की के झरोखे से छनकर रसोई में दाखिल हुई, तो चाय की पत्ती की खुशबू के साथ एक अजीब सी खामोशी भी साथ ले आई। यह खामोशी हमारे घर में तब से बस गई थी, जब से पापा गए थे। रसोई में बर्तन सहेजने की आवाज आ रही थी—मम्मी हमेशा की तरह अपने काम में मशगूल थीं।

मम्मी की उम्र वैसे तो 40 के पार हो चुकी है, लेकिन आज भी जब वह अपने बालों को सलीके से बांधकर हल्के गुलाबी रंग की सूती साड़ी में सामने आती हैं, तो कोई भी उन्हें उनकी सही उम्र का नहीं बता सकता। वह अब भी अपनी उम्र से कहीं कम, शायद 30 की ढलती हुई शाम जैसी लगती हैं। उनकी आंखों में एक ठहराव है, जिसे दुनिया समझदारी कहती है, पर मैं जानता हूँ कि वह केवल अपनी तनहाई को छुपाने का एक पर्दा है।

मैंने मेज पर हाथ टिकाए उन्हें चाय छानते हुए देखा….

"मम्मी," मैंने धीरे से पुकारा।

"हूँ?" उन्होंने बिना मुड़े जवाब दिया।

"पापा के बिना... अब सब कैसा लगता है? मतलब, सुबह से शाम तक आपकी जिंदगी कैसे कटती है?" मेरा सवाल सीधा था, पर शायद उनके लिए बहुत भारी।

मम्मी के हाथ एक पल के लिए ठिठके.. चाय की केतली से निकलता धुंआ उनकी आंखों के सामने एक धुंध सा बना रहा था। उन्होंने पलटकर मेरी ओर देखा, चेहरे पर वही चिर-परिचित मुस्कान तैर आई—वह मुस्कान जो अक्सर सवालों को दफनाने के काम आती है….

"अरे, मेरी छोड़," उन्होंने बात को बड़ी चतुराई से मोड़ दिया। "तू ये बता, कल जिन कंपनियों के बारे में बात कर रहा था, वहां अप्लाई किया या बस बातों के ही पुल बांध रहा है?"

मैं समझ गया कि वह अपनी खाली दोपहरों और सूने कमरों की बात नहीं करना चाहतीं…. मैंने कुर्सी खींचते हुए कहा, 

"हाँ, तीन जगह रिज्यूमे भेजा है। एक तो काफी बड़ी टेक फर्म है।"

यह सुनते ही उनके चेहरे पर जो चमक आई, उसने मेरे दिल को एक साथ सुकून और दर्द दोनों दिया। वह मेरे पास आकर बैठ गईं, उनके हाथ मेज पर रखे मेरे हाथ पर थे। 

"सच? चलो, भगवान करे कहीं बात बन जाए।"

दरअसल, मम्मी को मेरी ड्राइंग टीचर वाली नौकरी से कोई नफरत नहीं थी। जब मैं बच्चों को रंगों और रेखाओं के बीच खोया हुआ देखता, तो वह दूर से मुस्कुराती जरूर थीं। लेकिन उनके लिए वह एक 'हॉबी' थी, 'फ्यूचर' नहीं। उन्हें लगता था कि एक आर्टिस्ट की जिंदगी में उतार-चढ़ाव बहुत होते हैं, और वह नहीं चाहती थीं कि मैं कभी भी आर्थिक असुरक्षा के उस दौर से गुजरूँ, जिससे उन्होंने और पापा ने हमें बचाया था।

"देख बेटा," उन्होंने अपनी बात जारी रखी, "मैं नहीं चाहती कि कल को तू अपने दोस्तों को देखकर यह सोचे कि तू पीछे रह गया। तेरे साथ वाले अब बड़ी गाड़ियों और ऊंचे पदों की बातें करते हैं। कला अपनी जगह है, पर एक ठोस भविष्य भी तो जरूरी है न?"

उनकी चिंता जायज थी। वह अक्सर रात को देर तक जागती रहती थीं, शायद यही सोचकर कि मेरा कल कैसा होगा। उनकी नजरों में सफलता का मतलब एक दफ्तर, एक तयशुदा सैलरी और समाज में एक रुतबा था।

मैंने उनकी आंखों में झांका, जहाँ मेरे लिए बेपनाह फिक्र थी। "मम्मी, मुझे अपनी चिंता उतनी नहीं सताती, जितनी आपकी होती है," मैंने आखिरकार वह बात कह दी जो मेरे सीने में दबी थी।

मम्मी ने सवालिया नजरों से मुझे देखा।

"अगर मुझे वह कॉर्पोरेट जॉब मिल गई, तो मैं सुबह 9 बजे घर से निकलूँगा और रात को 8 बजे वापस आऊँगा। इस बड़े से घर में आप पूरे दिन क्या करेंगी? किसके साथ बातें करेंगी? मुझे डर लगता है कि आप इस अकेलेपन में और ज्यादा खो जाएँगी," मेरी आवाज में एक हल्की सी थरथराहट थी।

मम्मी एक पल के लिए चुप हो गईं। कमरे में सन्नाटा इतना गहरा था कि घड़ी की टिक-टिक भी हथौड़े की तरह सुनाई दे रही थी। फिर उन्होंने मेरा सिर सहलाया और बड़े धीरज से कहा, 

"पागल है क्या? मेरा मन लगाने के लिए तू अपनी जिंदगी के सबसे जरूरी साल घर बैठ कर खराब करेगा? मेरी फिक्र छोड़। जब तू शाम को थका-हारा घर आएगा और अपनी तरक्की की कहानियां सुनाएगा, वही मेरे पूरे दिन की खुराक होगी। तू आगे बढ़ेगा, तो मुझे लगेगा कि मेरी और तेरे पापा की मेहनत सफल हो गई।"

उन्होंने चाय का कप मेरे आगे सरका दिया- "जा, तैयार हो जा। आज शायद किसी का कॉल आ जाए।"

मैंने चाय का घूंट भरा, लेकिन उसका स्वाद आज कुछ कड़वा लग रहा था। मम्मी की मुस्कान के पीछे का डर और मेरे सपनों के बीच की यह कशमकश—यही मेरे भविष्य की नई कहानी की शुरुआत थी। मैं जानता था कि मुझे वह जॉब लेनी होगी, उनके लिए... ताकि वह दुनिया को गर्व से बता सकें कि उनका बेटा 'पीछे' नहीं रहा। भले ही इसके बदले मुझे उन्हें उन खामोश दोपहरों के हवाले करना पड़े।

मैंने गौर किया कि उनके हाथों की नसें अब पहले से ज्यादा उभर आई हैं—वे हाथ जो सालों से घर की चहारदीवारी और रिश्तों को थामे हुए थे, अब शायद थोड़े थक चुके थे। उनकी 'चतुराई' और 'मुस्कान' दरअसल एक ढाल थी, जिसे उन्होंने बरसों की साधना से तैयार किया था ताकि उनकी तनहाई की आंच मुझ तक न पहुंचे।

मम्मी की आंखों के कोरों में जो हल्की सी नमी झलकी और तुरंत ओझल हो गई, उसने मुझे अंदर तक झकझोर दिया। वह अपने अस्तित्व को सिकोड़कर मेरे भविष्य के लिए जगह बना रही थीं। उनकी चुप्पी में एक अजीब सी चीख थी—यह डर नहीं था कि वह अकेली रह जाएंगी, बल्कि यह बेबसी थी कि उनके पास मुझे देने के लिए अब केवल अपनी तनहाई का बलिदान ही बचा था। मुझे अहसास हुआ कि कॉर्पोरेट जगत की उस ऊंची इमारत की सीढ़ियां दरअसल मम्मी के उन्हीं खामोश घंटों से बनी होंगी, जिन्हें मैं पीछे छोड़ जाऊंगा।


मैंने तय कर लिया था कि मैं वह मुखौटा पहनूंगा जो उन्हें पसंद है, भले ही उसके पीछे मेरा कलाकार हर रोज थोड़ा-थोड़ा दम तोड़े….



धूप अब तेज हो चली थी, और बाहर सड़क पर गाड़ियों का शोर बढ़ने लगा था। एक नई दौड़ शुरू होने वाली थी, जिसमें मैं शामिल तो हो रहा था, पर मेरा दिल अब भी उसी रसोई की खामोशी में अटका हुआ था।





To be Continued….]]> 1) तन्हाई और सुनहरे सपने

सुबह की पहली किरण जब खिड़की के झरोखे से छनकर रसोई में दाखिल हुई, तो चाय की पत्ती की खुशबू के साथ एक अजीब सी खामोशी भी साथ ले आई। यह खामोशी हमारे घर में तब से बस गई थी, जब से पापा गए थे। रसोई में बर्तन सहेजने की आवाज आ रही थी—मम्मी हमेशा की तरह अपने काम में मशगूल थीं।

मम्मी की उम्र वैसे तो 40 के पार हो चुकी है, लेकिन आज भी जब वह अपने बालों को सलीके से बांधकर हल्के गुलाबी रंग की सूती साड़ी में सामने आती हैं, तो कोई भी उन्हें उनकी सही उम्र का नहीं बता सकता। वह अब भी अपनी उम्र से कहीं कम, शायद 30 की ढलती हुई शाम जैसी लगती हैं। उनकी आंखों में एक ठहराव है, जिसे दुनिया समझदारी कहती है, पर मैं जानता हूँ कि वह केवल अपनी तनहाई को छुपाने का एक पर्दा है।

मैंने मेज पर हाथ टिकाए उन्हें चाय छानते हुए देखा….

"मम्मी," मैंने धीरे से पुकारा।

"हूँ?" उन्होंने बिना मुड़े जवाब दिया।

"पापा के बिना... अब सब कैसा लगता है? मतलब, सुबह से शाम तक आपकी जिंदगी कैसे कटती है?" मेरा सवाल सीधा था, पर शायद उनके लिए बहुत भारी।

मम्मी के हाथ एक पल के लिए ठिठके.. चाय की केतली से निकलता धुंआ उनकी आंखों के सामने एक धुंध सा बना रहा था। उन्होंने पलटकर मेरी ओर देखा, चेहरे पर वही चिर-परिचित मुस्कान तैर आई—वह मुस्कान जो अक्सर सवालों को दफनाने के काम आती है….

"अरे, मेरी छोड़," उन्होंने बात को बड़ी चतुराई से मोड़ दिया। "तू ये बता, कल जिन कंपनियों के बारे में बात कर रहा था, वहां अप्लाई किया या बस बातों के ही पुल बांध रहा है?"

मैं समझ गया कि वह अपनी खाली दोपहरों और सूने कमरों की बात नहीं करना चाहतीं…. मैंने कुर्सी खींचते हुए कहा, 

"हाँ, तीन जगह रिज्यूमे भेजा है। एक तो काफी बड़ी टेक फर्म है।"

यह सुनते ही उनके चेहरे पर जो चमक आई, उसने मेरे दिल को एक साथ सुकून और दर्द दोनों दिया। वह मेरे पास आकर बैठ गईं, उनके हाथ मेज पर रखे मेरे हाथ पर थे। 

"सच? चलो, भगवान करे कहीं बात बन जाए।"

दरअसल, मम्मी को मेरी ड्राइंग टीचर वाली नौकरी से कोई नफरत नहीं थी। जब मैं बच्चों को रंगों और रेखाओं के बीच खोया हुआ देखता, तो वह दूर से मुस्कुराती जरूर थीं। लेकिन उनके लिए वह एक 'हॉबी' थी, 'फ्यूचर' नहीं। उन्हें लगता था कि एक आर्टिस्ट की जिंदगी में उतार-चढ़ाव बहुत होते हैं, और वह नहीं चाहती थीं कि मैं कभी भी आर्थिक असुरक्षा के उस दौर से गुजरूँ, जिससे उन्होंने और पापा ने हमें बचाया था।

"देख बेटा," उन्होंने अपनी बात जारी रखी, "मैं नहीं चाहती कि कल को तू अपने दोस्तों को देखकर यह सोचे कि तू पीछे रह गया। तेरे साथ वाले अब बड़ी गाड़ियों और ऊंचे पदों की बातें करते हैं। कला अपनी जगह है, पर एक ठोस भविष्य भी तो जरूरी है न?"

उनकी चिंता जायज थी। वह अक्सर रात को देर तक जागती रहती थीं, शायद यही सोचकर कि मेरा कल कैसा होगा। उनकी नजरों में सफलता का मतलब एक दफ्तर, एक तयशुदा सैलरी और समाज में एक रुतबा था।

मैंने उनकी आंखों में झांका, जहाँ मेरे लिए बेपनाह फिक्र थी। "मम्मी, मुझे अपनी चिंता उतनी नहीं सताती, जितनी आपकी होती है," मैंने आखिरकार वह बात कह दी जो मेरे सीने में दबी थी।

मम्मी ने सवालिया नजरों से मुझे देखा।

"अगर मुझे वह कॉर्पोरेट जॉब मिल गई, तो मैं सुबह 9 बजे घर से निकलूँगा और रात को 8 बजे वापस आऊँगा। इस बड़े से घर में आप पूरे दिन क्या करेंगी? किसके साथ बातें करेंगी? मुझे डर लगता है कि आप इस अकेलेपन में और ज्यादा खो जाएँगी," मेरी आवाज में एक हल्की सी थरथराहट थी।

मम्मी एक पल के लिए चुप हो गईं। कमरे में सन्नाटा इतना गहरा था कि घड़ी की टिक-टिक भी हथौड़े की तरह सुनाई दे रही थी। फिर उन्होंने मेरा सिर सहलाया और बड़े धीरज से कहा, 

"पागल है क्या? मेरा मन लगाने के लिए तू अपनी जिंदगी के सबसे जरूरी साल घर बैठ कर खराब करेगा? मेरी फिक्र छोड़। जब तू शाम को थका-हारा घर आएगा और अपनी तरक्की की कहानियां सुनाएगा, वही मेरे पूरे दिन की खुराक होगी। तू आगे बढ़ेगा, तो मुझे लगेगा कि मेरी और तेरे पापा की मेहनत सफल हो गई।"

उन्होंने चाय का कप मेरे आगे सरका दिया- "जा, तैयार हो जा। आज शायद किसी का कॉल आ जाए।"

मैंने चाय का घूंट भरा, लेकिन उसका स्वाद आज कुछ कड़वा लग रहा था। मम्मी की मुस्कान के पीछे का डर और मेरे सपनों के बीच की यह कशमकश—यही मेरे भविष्य की नई कहानी की शुरुआत थी। मैं जानता था कि मुझे वह जॉब लेनी होगी, उनके लिए... ताकि वह दुनिया को गर्व से बता सकें कि उनका बेटा 'पीछे' नहीं रहा। भले ही इसके बदले मुझे उन्हें उन खामोश दोपहरों के हवाले करना पड़े।

मैंने गौर किया कि उनके हाथों की नसें अब पहले से ज्यादा उभर आई हैं—वे हाथ जो सालों से घर की चहारदीवारी और रिश्तों को थामे हुए थे, अब शायद थोड़े थक चुके थे। उनकी 'चतुराई' और 'मुस्कान' दरअसल एक ढाल थी, जिसे उन्होंने बरसों की साधना से तैयार किया था ताकि उनकी तनहाई की आंच मुझ तक न पहुंचे।

मम्मी की आंखों के कोरों में जो हल्की सी नमी झलकी और तुरंत ओझल हो गई, उसने मुझे अंदर तक झकझोर दिया। वह अपने अस्तित्व को सिकोड़कर मेरे भविष्य के लिए जगह बना रही थीं। उनकी चुप्पी में एक अजीब सी चीख थी—यह डर नहीं था कि वह अकेली रह जाएंगी, बल्कि यह बेबसी थी कि उनके पास मुझे देने के लिए अब केवल अपनी तनहाई का बलिदान ही बचा था। मुझे अहसास हुआ कि कॉर्पोरेट जगत की उस ऊंची इमारत की सीढ़ियां दरअसल मम्मी के उन्हीं खामोश घंटों से बनी होंगी, जिन्हें मैं पीछे छोड़ जाऊंगा।


मैंने तय कर लिया था कि मैं वह मुखौटा पहनूंगा जो उन्हें पसंद है, भले ही उसके पीछे मेरा कलाकार हर रोज थोड़ा-थोड़ा दम तोड़े….



धूप अब तेज हो चली थी, और बाहर सड़क पर गाड़ियों का शोर बढ़ने लगा था। एक नई दौड़ शुरू होने वाली थी, जिसमें मैं शामिल तो हो रहा था, पर मेरा दिल अब भी उसी रसोई की खामोशी में अटका हुआ था।





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]]> https://xossipy.com/thread-73704.html Sat, 16 May 2026 08:29:20 +0300 https://xossipy.com/thread-73704.html Shaam ka khana khatam hone ke baad ghar mein wohi purani si khamoshi chha gayi thi. Main, Abdul, 18 saal ka, apne room ke darwaze ke chhote se gap se sab dekh raha tha. Drawing room mein Abbu ShahAlam aur Ammi Shaheen baithay the. Ammi aaj bhi bahut khubsurat lag rahi thi – 42 saal ki umar mein bhi unka jism ekdam gora, bhara-bhara, moti gaand aur badi-badi choochiyan salwar suit ke andar chhupi hui thi. Dupatta unke kandhe pe loosely pada tha, thodi si paseena ki chamak unki gardan pe dikhai de rahi thi.

“Abbu aaj thak gaya hoon beta,” Abbu ne sigh kiya aur TV pe news laga di. Unka chehra hamesha jaise thaka-thaka rehta tha. Office ki tension, blood pressure, aur ab umar bhi ho gayi thi.

Ammi ne pyar se unka haath pakda. “Koi baat nahi ShahAlam. Aap rest karo. Main aapke liye doodh garam karti hoon.”

Lekin main jaanta tha aaj raat kuch alag hone wala hai. Ammi ne kal raat bhi mujhe bataya tha ki woh Abbu ke saath thodi closeness chahti hain. “Beta, abbu aur main thoda time spend karenge,” unhone sharmate hue kaha tha. Main apne room mein hi raha, lekin darwaza thoda khula chhod diya tha. Meri aankhein bilkul unpe lagi hui thi.

Raat ke 11:30 baje Abbu bedroom mein gaye. Ammi ne apna light pink salwar suit pehna hua tha, jo unki moti janghon aur gaand pe tight tha. Dupatta ab sirf kandhe pe tha. Woh Abbu ke paas bed pe baith gayi aur dheere se unke gaal pe kiss kiya.

“ShahAlam… aaj bahut din ho gaye hain,” Ammi ne narm awaaz mein kaha. Unki awaaz mein pyar tha, sachcha pyar. “Mujhe aapki bahut zaroorat hai aaj.”

Abbu ne muskurate hue unko gale lagaya. “Haan jaan, main bhi chahta hoon.” Unhone Ammi ka dupatta side kiya aur unki badi choochiyon pe haath pherne lage. Ammi ki saans tez ho gayi. Woh Abbu ke upar chadh gayi, unki gaand Abbu ke lap pe ragad rahi thi. Main apne room se sab dekh raha tha – mera lund already khada ho chuka tha.

Ammi ne Abbu ki shirt utari aur unke chest pe kisses barasne lagi. “Aaj mujhe bahut garam lag raha hai ShahAlam… please mujhe apna bana lo.” Unhone Abbu ki pajama kholi. Abbu ka chhota sa lund bahar aaya – bilkul normal size, lekin aaj bhi soft tha. Ammi ne haath se sehlaya, muh mein liya, choosa… 4-5 minute tak try kiya. Abbu thoda khada hua, lekin jaldi hi dheela pad gaya.

“Shaheen… sorry jaan, aaj mood nahi ban raha,” Abbu ne sharmate hue kaha.

Ammi ne muskurate hue unko pyar kiya. “Koi baat nahi. Aap thak gaye ho. Let me try something else.” Woh neeche ki taraf gayi, unki moti gaand Abbu ke muh ke upar laa kar baith gayi. Abbu ne unki choot chaatni shuru ki, lekin sirf 2 minute baad unki saans phoolne lagi aur woh ruk gaye. Ammi ki choot geeli ho chuki thi, lekin unki aankhon mein ek alag si bhook dikhai de rahi thi.

Woh phir Abbu ke upar aayi, unke chhote lund ko apni geeli choot mein daalne ki koshish ki. Thoda andar gaya… lekin 30-40 second baad hi Abbu ka lund dheela pad gaya aur bahar nikal gaya. Ammi ne phir bhi try kiya – upar neeche hili, choochiyan dabwayi, kiss kiye… lekin Abbu jhad gaye bina Ammi ko kuch diye.

Ammi ka chehra thoda udaas ho gaya, lekin unhone kuch nahi kaha. Bas Abbu ko pyar se gale lagaya. “Koi baat nahi jaan. Aap so jao. Subah office hai.”

Main apne room mein tha, mera lund haath mein tha. Ammi ki woh bhookhi nazar dekh kar mera dil tez dhadak raha tha. Ammi itni pyari, itni shareef… phir bhi Abbu unhe satisfy nahi kar paate. Main dheere se muth marne laga, Ammi ki moti gaand aur badi choochiyon ka soch kar.

Ammi uth kar bathroom gayi. Main chupke se unke peeche gaya aur darwaze ke chhed se dekha. Ammi ne salwar neeche kiya, unki geeli choot dikhai de rahi thi. Woh shower ke neeche khadi hokar apni choot pe haath pher rahi thi. Unki saans tez thi. “Uff… kitna garam hai aaj,” unhone dheere se moan kiya. Unhone 2 ungli andar daali aur tez tez hilane lagi. Unki badi gaand hil rahi thi. 4-5 minute baad unhone zor se jhad diya, “Ahhh… haan…” keh kar.

Main bhi usi waqt jhad gaya.

Jab Ammi bahar aayi toh unka chehra thoda relaxed tha, lekin aankhon mein ek chhoti si udaasi thi. Woh mere room ke paas aayi aur darwaza khol kar dekha. Main jaldi se blanket mein chhup gaya.

“Abdul beta, so gaye?” unhone pyaar se poocha.

“Haan Ammi,” maine sochte hue jawab diya.

Woh andar aayi, mere sar pe haath phera. Unki choochiyan mere muh ke bilkul paas thi. “Beta, tum theek ho na? college mein koi problem toh nahi?”

“Nahi Ammi, sab theek hai.”

Unhone mujhe forehead pe kiss kiya aur chali gayi. Unki gaand salwar ke andar hilti hui door tak gayi.

Raat ke 2 baje main utha. Phone pe ek notification aaya tha – unknown number se.

Unknown: Abdul Khan, tu woh chhota sa chutiya hai na jo college mein apni Ammi ke baare mein sochta rehta hai? Main Ravi hoon. Teri Ammi Shaheen ki moti gaand aur badi choochiyon kaafi famous hain mere doston mein. Agar chahta hai ki teri Ammi ki izzat bachi rahe aur tera Abbu hospital na pahunche, toh kal subah 10 baje tak reply kar.

Mera dil zor se dhak se reh gaya.

Main neeche scroll kiya – usme college ke corridor ki photo thi jisme Ravi aur uske 3 dost Ammi ko door se ghoor rahe the. Aur ek aur photo – Ammi ghar ke bahar dupatta sambhalte hue.

Unknown: Teri Ammi ko bata mat. Warna video viral ho jayega. Kal reply karna… warna game shuru.

Main phone haath mein pakde sochne laga. Ammi abhi so rahi thi, unki saans dheemi-dheemi. Abbu unke paas letay the, bilkul be-khabar.

Kya yeh sach mein shuru ho raha tha?

To be continued…

Raat ke 2:30 baje mera phone phir se vibrate hua. Main bed pe letay-letay kaanp raha tha. Ammi aur Abbu dono so rahe the – Ammi ki saans dheemi aur regular, unki moti gaand salwar ke andar halka sa ubhari hui. Abbu unke paas letay the, bilkul bekhabar. Maine screen pe dekha – naye messages.


Unknown (Ravi): Arre chutiye Abdul, abhi tak reply nahi kiya? Teri Ammi Shaheen ki woh moti gaand dekh kar mera lund khada ho jata hai roz. college ke bahar jab woh dupatta sambhalti hai na, tab sab dekh rahe hote hain usko. Kal subah 10 baje tak reply kar, warna tera Abbu hospital mein admit hoga aur teri Ammi ki video sabko bhej dunga.


Mera dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha. Maine jaldi se block karne ki koshish ki, lekin naye number se phir message aaya.


Ravi: Block mat kar, madarchod. Main tere ghar ke bahar bhi hoon abhi. Teri Ammi ki window se dekhta hoon – woh pink salwar mein kitni hot lag rahi hai. Uski badi choochiyan aur moti gaand… teri Ammi ko pata hai kya ki uska beta usko chhup-chhup kar dekhta hai?


Maine darwaze ki taraf dekha. Koi awaaz nahi thi. Phir bhi pura badan thanda pad gaya. Maine jaldi se type kiya:


Abdul: Kya chahte ho? Meri Ammi ko kuch mat karna please.


Ravi: Good boy. Ab sun – kal college ke baad tu apni Ammi ko library ke peeche le jaana. Main sirf baat karunga. Agar nahi aaya toh kal raat tak tera Abbu ka accident ho jayega. Samjha?


Maine “OK” likh diya. Haath kaanp rahe the. Ammi ko utha kar batane ka mann kiya, lekin unki izzat ka sawal tha. Woh itni shareef, itni pyari Ammi… main unhe kaise bataun?


Subah 7 baje Ammi uthi. Main kitchen mein gaya toh unhone mujhe gale lagaya. Unki badi choochiyan mere seene se ragad gayi. “Beta Abdul, raat ko theek se soye? Chehra uda hua hai.”


“Haan Ammi… bas thoda headache,” maine jhooth bola.


Ammi ne mera sar sahlaaya. Unki ungliyan narm thi, mehndi lagi hui. “Beta, paani piyo aur college jaao. Main tumhara favourite paratha bana rahi hoon.” Unhone Abbu ko bhi pyar se uthaya, unke sar pe haath phera. “ShahAlam, aaj office mat jao agar thak gaye ho.”


Abbu ne muskurate hue kaha, “Nahi jaan, meeting hai. Lekin shaam ko ghar aate hi tere paas aa jaunga.” Ammi ne sharmate hue smile kiya, lekin maine unki aankhon mein woh kal wali bhookh dekhi thi.


college mein pura din mera dhyan nahi tha. Ravi aur uske dost mujhe door se taad rahe the. Ravi – lamba, muscular, fair, football team ka captain. Uske saath 3 aur ladke the – Sameer, Vicky aur Karan. Sabke chehre pe wohi gandi smile.


Shaam ko ghar aate hi Ammi ne darwaza khola. Unka light blue salwar suit thoda tight tha aaj, gaand pe fabric khinch rahi thi. “Beta aa gaye? Thak gaye honge. Chai banaun?”


Usi waqt mera phone vibrate hua.


Ravi: Abhi library ke peeche aa. Ammi ko saath le kar. 10 minute mein.


Maine Ammi se kaha, “Ammi, library mein ek book lena hai. Saath chalo na please.”


Ammi ne muskurate hue dupatta sambhala. “Chal beta.” Hum dono library ke peeche gaye. Wahan Ravi khada tha, apne dost ke saath.


Ravi ne Ammi ko upar se neeche tak dekha. “Arre wah Aunty Shaheen… aap toh din mein bhi itni hot lagti hain.”


Ammi ne sharmate hue dupatta tight kiya. “Ji… aap kaun?”


“Main Ravi, Abdul ka classmate. Aunty, aapka beta bahut sharif hai… lekin hum log thoda masti karte hain.” Ravi ne mujhe dekha aur muskuraya. “Abdul, tu ghar ja. Main teri Ammi se thodi baat kar lunga.”


Ammi ne mujhe dekha. “Beta tu ghar ja, main 5 minute mein aa rahi hoon.”


Main wahan se hat gaya lekin chhup kar dekhne laga. Ravi ne Ammi ke paas aakar dheere se kaha, “Aunty, aapka pati ShahAlam bahut weak hai na? Kal raat maine sab dekha tha… aapki choot geeli thi lekin woh kuch nahi kar paya.”


Ammi ka chehra laal ho gaya. “Kya bakwas kar rahe ho? Main chillayi toh…”


Ravi ne phone dikhaaya – kal raat ka video, Ammi shower mein ungli kar rahi thi. “Yeh video viral ho gaya toh aapki izzat kya hogi Aunty? Sirf ek baar milo mujhse… main aapko woh satisfaction dunga jo aapka pati kabhi nahi de sakta.”


Ammi kaampti hui wahan khadi rahi. Unki badi choochiyan upar neeche ho rahi thi saans ke saath. “Main… main aisi aurat nahi hoon. Mere pati aur beta hain…”


Ravi muskuraya. “Socho Aunty. Kal raat 9 baje park ke peeche. Na aayi toh video sabko.”


Ammi wapas ghar aayi. Unka chehra uda hua tha. Maine poocha, “Ammi kya hua?”


“Kuch nahi beta… bas thak gayi hoon.” Unhone mujhe gale lagaya, lekin unki body kaanp rahi thi. Raat ko unhone Abbu ke saath phir try kiya, lekin Abbu jaldi hi so gaye. Ammi bed pe leti rahi, unki aankhein khuli.


Main apne room mein tha, phone pe Ravi ka message:


Ravi: Teri Ammi ab meri hone wali hai chutiye. Kal raat dekhna kya hota hai.


Mera lund phir khada ho gaya soch kar… Ammi ki woh bhookhi nazar, Ravi ka muscular body… aur Abbu bilkul bebas.


Shaam hone wali thi… kal raat Ammi park jaayegi ya nahi?



To be continued…

Raat bhar main so nahi paya. Ammi ke room se sirf halki si saans ki awaaz aa rahi thi. Abbu zor-zor se kharrate le rahe the. Maine 3-4 baar uth kar unke darwaze ke paas gaya – Ammi bed pe leti hui thi, unka light blue salwar suit thoda upar chadha hua, moti gori janghen aur gaand ka curve saaf dikhai de raha tha. Unki badi choochiyan saans ke saath upar-neeche ho rahi thi. Unka chehra udaas tha, aankhein band, lekin neend nahi aa rahi thi. Main jaanta tha – kal raat ka woh shower wala scene, Abbu ki nakami, aur ab Ravi ka message… sab unke dimag mein ghum raha hoga.


Subah Ammi uthi toh unka chehra bilkul normal tha. Woh kitchen mein thi, paratha bana rahi thi. Tight salwar suit mein unki gaand bahut ubhari hui thi. Jab main paas gaya toh unhone mujhe gale lagaya. Unki badi garam choochiyan mere seene pe dab gayi. “Beta Abdul, aaj college ke baad seedha ghar aana. Kahi mat ghumna.” Unki awaaz mein chhupi hui tension thi.


Main college gaya. Pura din Ravi mujhe taadta raha. Lunch break mein usne mujhe corner mein pakda. “Chutiye, teri Ammi aaj raat 9 baje park ke peeche aayegi. Tu chhup kar dekhna. Agar usne mujhe reject kiya toh video viral. Samjha?” Usne meri gardan pakad kar dheere se kaha, “Teri Ammi ki moti gaand aur badi choochiyan… aaj main unhe chhoone wala hoon.”


Shaam ko ghar aate hi Ammi ne mujhe dekha. Unka chehra thoda laal tha. “Beta, main thodi der bahar ja rahi hoon… kisi friend se milne.” Maine poocha nahi, bas sar hilaya. Ammi ne apna favourite black salwar suit pehna – jo unki gaand pe bahut tight tha aur dupatta sirf kandhe pe. Unhone Abbu ko bataya ki woh market ja rahi hain.


Main chupke se unke peeche nikal gaya. Park ke peeche wali dark gali mein Ravi already khada tha – lamba, muscular, tight t-shirt mein uska chest aur biceps phule hue. Ammi wahan pahunchi toh unka kadam ruk gaya.


“Ravi… main yahan sirf isliye aayi hoon ki woh video delete kar do. Main aisi aurat nahi hoon,” Ammi ne kaanpte hue kaha. Unka dupatta tightly pakda hua tha.


Ravi muskuraya aur ek kadam aage badha. “Aunty Shaheen… aap bahut shareef hain. Lekin kal raat maine dekha tha – aapki choot geeli thi aur aapka pati kuch nahi kar paya. Aapko ek asli mard chahiye.”


Ammi peeche hati. “Bas… please. Mere pati aur beta hain. Main unhe dhokha nahi de sakti.”


Ravi ne unka haath pakad liya. Ammi ne koshish ki chhudane ki, lekin woh mazboot tha. Usne Ammi ko apne seene se chipka liya. Ammi ki badi choochiyan uske solid chest se ragad gayi. “Uff Aunty… kitni soft choochiyan hain aapki,” Ravi ne dheere se kaha aur ek haath Ammi ki kamar pe rakh diya, dheere se neeche ki taraf slide karte hue unki moti gaand ko daboch liya.


Ammi ka pura badan kaanp utha. “Ravi… chhodo mujhe… yeh galat hai… ahh…” Unki awaaz mein dar tha, lekin saath hi ek halki si siski bhi.


Main ek ped ke peeche chhup kar sab dekh raha tha. Mera lund pant mein khada ho chuka tha. Ravi ne Ammi ki gaand ko dono haathon se masla, fabric ke upar se zor-zor se dabaya. “Dekho Aunty… kitni moti aur garam gaand hai aapki. Aapka pati isko kabhi satisfy nahi kar pata hoga.”


Ammi ki saans tez ho gayi. Unhone Ravi ko dhakelne ki koshish ki, lekin unki taakat kam pad gayi. Ravi ne unka dupatta side kiya aur unki gardan pe kiss kiya. Phir dheere se unki choochiyon pe haath pherne laga – bahar se hi, salwar ke upar se. Ammi ki nipples khade ho gaye the, saaf dikhai de rahe the.


“Ravi… please ruk jao… main… main married hoon…” Ammi ki awaaz toot rahi thi. Unki janghen ek dusre se ragad rahi thi.


Ravi ne muskurate hue Ammi ka ek haath pakad kar apni pant pe rakh diya. “Feel this Aunty. Yeh hai asli mard ka lund. Aapke pati ki chhoti nunni se 4 guna bada.” Ammi ka haath kaanp raha tha, lekin unhone haath nahi hataya. Unki ungliyan uske mothe lund ke shape ko feel kar rahi thi.


Main apna lund bahar nikaal kar dheere-dheere hilane laga. Sharm aa rahi thi, gussa aa raha tha, lekin excitement bhi bahut tha. Ammi… meri pyari Ammi… pehli baar kisi doosre mard ke haath mein.


Ravi ne Ammi ko wall se laga diya aur unki salwar ke upar se unki choot pe haath pherne laga. “Geeli ho gayi ho Aunty… sach sach batao, kitne saal baad kisi ne aapki choot ko itna chhua hai?”


Ammi ki aankhein band ho gayi. Ek halka moan nikla unke muh se – “Ahhh… nahi… mat karo…” lekin unki gaand khud hi thodi aage ki taraf hil gayi.


Ravi ne 10-15 minute tak unhe chhua – choochiyan dabai, gaand masli, choot pe ungliyan ghumai – lekin salwar ke andar nahi gaya. Sirf bahar se teasing. Ammi ka pura badan paseene se tar tha. Unka dupatta zameen pe gir chuka tha.


Aakhir mein Ravi ne Ammi ke kaan mein kaha, “Kal raat 10 baje mere ghar aana Aunty. Sirf 1 ghanta. Warna video…”


Ammi ne sar hilaya, aankhon mein aansu the. “Bas… ek baar… phir video delete kar dena.”


Ravi muskuraya aur chala gaya. Ammi wahan khadi rahi kuch minute, apne kapde theek kiye, dupatta sambhala. Unki janghen kaanp rahi thi. Jab woh ghar wapas aayi toh main pehle hi pahunch chuka tha.


Ammi ne mujhe dekha aur muskurane ki koshish ki. “Beta… main thak gayi hoon. Abbu ko bol dena main jaldi so jaungi.”


Raat ko Abbu office ke kaam mein busy the. Ammi apne room mein thi. Maine chhup kar unke darwaze se dekha – Ammi bed pe leti hui thi, salwar neeche ki taraf khisak rahi thi. Unhone apni choot pe haath pherna shuru kiya. Unki ungliyan tez tez chal rahi thi. “Uff… kya ho raha hai mujhe…” unhone dheere se moan kiya. Unki moti gaand bed pe hil rahi thi.


Main bahar khade-khade muth mar raha tha jab Ammi zor se jhad gayi – “Ahhh… haan…” keh kar.


Uske baad unhone ghusl kiya, bahut der tak. Jab bahar aayi toh unka chehra laal tha. Unhone mujhe dekha aur gale lagaya. “Beta, sab theek hai na?”


Main sirf sar hila saka.


Phone pe Ravi ka message aaya tha:


Ravi: Teri Ammi ab meri taraf attract ho rahi hai chutiye. Kal raat asli maza aayega.


Mera dil dhadak raha tha. Ammi ki woh pehli chhooT… aur ab woh Ravi ke ghar jaane wali thi.



To be continued…

Raat ke 8:45 baje ghar mein bilkul sannata tha. Abbu drawing room mein sofa pe let kar TV dekh rahe the, unki aankhein thaki hui thi. Main apne room ke darwaze ke chhed se Ammi ko dekh raha tha. Ammi apne bedroom mein khadi thi, mirror ke saamne. Unhone ek deep maroon salwar suit pehna hua tha – suit unki moti gori janghon aur badi gaand pe itna tight tha ki har curve saaf dikh raha tha. Dupatta ko unhone bahut carefully kandhe pe rakha tha, lekin unki badi-badi choochiyan suit ke upar se hi ubhari hui thi.


Ammi apne haathon se apna chehra chhu rahi thi. Unki aankhon mein aansu the. “Kya kar rahi hoon main… Shaheen, tu pagal ho gayi hai kya?” unhone dheere se apne aap se kaha. “ShahAlam mera pati hai… Abdul mera beta… main unke liye yeh sab kar rahi hoon… bas ek baar… video delete ho jayega toh sab theek ho jayega.”


Unhone ek gehra saans li aur dupatta ko thoda adjust kiya. Phir mirror mein dekha – unka gora chehra laal ho raha tha sharm se. Maine apna phone check kiya. Ravi ka message tha: “Teri Ammi aa rahi hai madarchod. Tu bhi chhup kar dekhna. Maza aayega.”


Ammi bahar nikli. Abbu ko boli, “ShahAlam, main ek purani dost se milne ja rahi hoon… jaldi aa jaungi.” Abbu ne sirf sar hilaya, kuch poocha nahi. Ammi ne mujhe dekha aur pyar se gale lagaya. Unki badi choochiyan mere seene pe dab gayi. “Beta, darwaza band kar lena. Main jaldi aa jaungi.”


Main 5 minute baad chupke se bike nikaal kar unke peeche nikal gaya. Ammi auto mein baithi thi. Main door-door se follow kar raha tha. Unka chehra window se bahar tha, dupatta tightly pakde hue. Main soch raha tha – meri pyari, shareef Ammi… jo hamesha mujhe aur Abbu ko itna pyar karti thi… aaj kisi doosre mard ke ghar ja rahi hai.


Ravi ka ghar colony ke last mein tha, ek independent villa. Parents bahar gaye hue the. Ammi auto se utri aur gate pe khadi ho gayi. Unka pura badan kaanp raha tha. Ravi darwaza khol kar bahar aaya – sirf shorts aur tight vest mein. Uska muscular body, wide chest, bada lund shorts mein saaf ubhra hua.


“Aunty Shaheen… andar aao na,” Ravi ne muskurate hue kaha.


Ammi andar gayi. Main peeche wali wall ke upar chadh kar window se dekhne laga. Room mein light dim thi.


“Ravi… please… sirf 30 minute. Video delete kar do aur main chali jaungi,” Ammi ne kaanpte hue kaha.


Ravi ne door lock kar diya. “Aunty, baitho pehle. Dar mat. Main sirf baat karunga.” Usne Ammi ko sofa pe baithaya aur khud bilkul paas baith gaya. Unka ghutna Ammi ki jangh se ragad raha tha.


“Shaheen Aunty… aap itni khubsurat kyun ho? Aapka pati kitna lucky hai… lekin woh bewakoof hai. Kal raat maine dekha tha – aapki choot geeli thi aur uski chhoti nunni kuch nahi kar payi.”


Ammi ka chehra laal ho gaya. “Ravi… aise mat bolo. Mere pati bahut achhe hain. Main unhe pyar karti hoon.”


Ravi hans pada. Usne Ammi ka haath pakad kar apni shorts pe rakh diya. “Feel karo Aunty. Yeh dekho asli mard ka lund. Aapke pati ki nunni se 4-5 guna bada aur mota.”


Ammi ka haath kaanp raha tha, lekin unhone haath nahi hataya. Unki ungliyan uske mothe lund ke shape ko feel kar rahi thi. “Uff… Ravi… yeh galat hai… bahut bada hai…” Ammi ki awaaz toot rahi thi.


Ravi ne Ammi ko khinch kar apne god mein baitha liya. Unki moti gaand uske lap pe aa gayi. Usne Ammi ka dupatta side kiya aur gardan pe kiss karne laga. “Aunty ki skin kitni soft hai… kitni khushboo aa rahi hai.”


Ammi ki saans tez ho gayi. “Ravi… please… mat karo… mera beta… mera pati…” lekin unki gaand khud hi thodi si ragad rahi thi.


Ravi ne Ammi ki salwar ki zip kholi aur upar se suit utar diya. Ab Ammi sirf black bra aur panty mein thi. Unki badi-badi gori choochiyan bra ke andar ubhari hui thi. Ravi ne bra ka hook khola. Dono badi choochiyan jhatke se bahar aa gayi – brown nipples already khade.


“Waah Aunty… kitni zabardast choochiyan hain!” Ravi ne dono haathon se pakad kar zor-zor se dabaya. Ammi ki aankhein band ho gayi. “Ahhh… dard ho raha hai Ravi… dheere…”


Ravi ne ek nipple muh mein le liya aur choosne laga. Ammi ki ungliyan uske baal mein ghus gayi. “Nahi… yeh galat hai… ahhh… haan… mat chhodo…” Unki awaaz mein guile aur bhookh dono thi.


Main window se dekh raha tha. Mera lund bahar nikaal kar hilane laga. Sharm aa rahi thi lekin ruk nahi pa raha tha.


Ravi ne Ammi ko sofa pe litaya. Unki salwar aur panty neeche ki taraf khisak di. Ammi ki gori, geeli choot saaf dikhai de rahi thi – shaved, tight aur chamak rahi thi. Ravi ne unki janghen faila di aur muh laga diya. Usne zor-zor se chaatna shuru kiya – choot ke upar, andar, clit pe.


Ammi ki kamar uchhalne lagi. “Ravi… nahi… bahut ganda hai… ahhh… ahhh… mat karo… main… main jhad jaungi…”


Ravi ne ungli andar daal di aur tez tez andar-bahar karne laga. Saath mein choos raha tha. Ammi ki moti gaand sofa pe zor-zor se hil rahi thi. Unki choochiyan upar-neeche ho rahi thi. 8-10 minute baad Ammi zor se jhad gayi – pura badan kaanp utha, “Ahhhhh… haan… haan… Ravi… bahut mazaa aa raha hai…” keh kar.


Unke jhadte hi aansu nikal aaye. “Kya kar diya mujhse… main apne pati ko dhokha de rahi hoon… Abdul ko kya muh dikhau gi…”


Ravi ne apna mota lund bahar nikaala. 8 inch lamba, mota, blue veins wala. Usne Ammi ke muh ke paas kiya. “Chuso Aunty. Pehli baar doosre mard ka lund taste karo.”


Ammi ne sharmate hue muh khola. Ravi ne dheere se andar daala. Ammi ki aankhein badi ho gayi. “Mmm… bahut mota hai… gag ho raha hai…” lekin unhone choosna shuru kar diya. Ravi uske baal pakad kar muh chodne laga.


Main bahar hilate hue dekh raha tha. Ammi ki woh badi choochiyan hil rahi thi, gaand upar uthi hui, aur Ravi ka lund unke muh mein andar-bahar.


Ravi ne 15 minute tak Ammi ko choda – choochiyan dabai, gaand pe thappad mare, choot mein 3 ungliyan daal kar hilaya. Ammi 3 baar jhad chuki thi. Har baar ke baad woh ro rahi thi guilt se.


Aakhir mein Ravi ne Ammi ke muh mein hi jhad diya. Ammi ne thoda piya, baaki chin pe gir gaya. Woh ro rahi thi. “Ravi… ab video delete kar do please…”


Ravi ne phone dikhaaya – usne pura scene record kar liya tha. “Yeh ab mera insurance hai Aunty. Agli baar hum tere ghar mein milenge jab tera pati aur beta bahar honge.”


Ammi kapde pehen kar roti hui ghar aayi. Main pehle pahunch chuka tha. Ammi ne mujhe dekha aur bahut zor se gale lagaya. Unki body ab bhi garam thi. “Beta… Ammi tumhe bahut pyar karti hai… kabhi mat bhoolna.”


Raat ko unhone Abbu ke liye khana banaya, extra pyar se. Abbu ko gale lagaya. Lekin main jaanta tha – Ammi ke andar kuch toot chuka tha.


Midnight ko Ravi ka message aaya:


Ravi: Agli baar teri Ammi ko main tere ghar mein chodunga. Aur tu dekhna.


Ammi abhi bhi bathroom mein thi – bahut der se ghusl kar rahi thi, ro rahi thi.


Lekin unki body… woh ab bhookhi ho chuki thi.



To be continued…

Ravi ke last message ne Ammi ko raat bhar jagaye rakha. Main apne room mein let kar phone screen pe dekhta raha – Ravi ne clearly likha tha: “Kal raat 8 baje teri Ammi ko main tere ghar nahi, OYO Hotel Lakeview le jaunga. Room 305. Tu bhi chhup kar aa. Agar woh nahi aayi toh kal subah tak pura video Abbu ke office group mein.”


Subah Ammi uthi toh unka chehra bilkul thaka hua tha. Unhone black salwar suit pehna – bahut tight, gaand pe fabric khinch rahi thi, choochiyan upar se ubhari hui. Dupatta ko unhone double fold kiya tha jaise apni izzat ko bachane ki koshish kar rahi hon. Kitchen mein unhone Abbu ke liye paratha banaya, mujhe gale lagaya. Unki badi garam choochiyan mere seene pe lagi toh mujhe kal raat ka scene yaad aa gaya – Ravi unko choos raha tha.


“Beta Abdul… aaj raat main late aaungi. Ek purani college friend se milna hai,” Ammi ne dheere se kaha. Unki aankhon mein aansu the, lekin unhone jaldi se pochh liye.


Abbu ne muskurate hue kaha, “Shaheen, tu enjoy kar. Main aur Abdul ghar pe hi hain.” Abbu bilkul bekhabar the. Unka chhota sa pet aur thaka chehra dekh kar Ammi ka dil aur bhi toot raha tha.


Shaam 7:30 baje Ammi ready hui. Unhone ek thoda mehnga red salwar suit pehna jo maine pehle kabhi nahi dekha tha – suit unki body pe itna perfectly fit tha ki gaand aur choochiyan bahar nikalne ko betab thi. Dupatta sirf ek taraf se latka hua tha. Jab woh bahar nikli toh main bike pe unke peeche nikal gaya. Auto mein baith kar Ammi ne Ravi ko call kiya.


“Ravi… please… ghar pe mat le jao. Kahin aur chalo,” Ammi ki awaaz kaanp rahi thi.


Ravi hans pada. “Theek hai Aunty. OYO Lakeview, room 305 book kar diya hai. 8:15 tak pahunch jao. Aur haan… aaj asli maza aayega.”


Main OYO hotel ke bahar bike park karke chhup gaya. Hotel ka reception bahut busy tha. Ammi auto se utri aur andar gayi. Receptionist ne unko upar se neeche tak dekha. Ek doosra staff member dheere se bola, “Dekh… aaj ki maal bahut high class lag rahi hai. Street se uthayi hui lagti hai lekin kapde achhe hain.”


Ammi ka chehra laal ho gaya. Unhone sun liya tha. Receptionist ne muskurate hue key card diya. “Room 305 Madam… aapke client already upar hain. Enjoy your night.” Unhone Ammi ko ek gandi smile di jaise woh koi randi ho.


Ammi lift mein chadh gayi. Main stairs se upar chadh kar balcony se room ke window ke paas pahunch gaya. Parda thoda khula tha. Ravi already bed pe baitha tha, sirf underwear mein. Uska mota lund ubhra hua.


Jab Ammi andar aayi toh Ravi turant utha aur darwaza lock kar diya. “Aunty Shaheen… aaj tu meri randi banegi. Hotel wale sab soch rahe hain ki tu street ki prostitute hai jo maine pick ki hai.”


Ammi peeche hati. “Ravi… please… main aisi nahi hoon. Mere pati aur beta hain. Sirf video delete kar do aur main chali jaungi.”


Ravi ne Ammi ko khinch kar bed pe dhakel diya. “Chup randi. Aaj tera pati tujhe chod nahi paya tha… main tujhe chodunga.” Usne Ammi ka dupatta khench kar phenk diya. Phir salwar ki zip kholi aur suit upar se utar diya. Ammi ab sirf black lace bra aur matching panty mein thi. Unki gori moti gaand aur badi choochiyan bahar aa gayi.


Ravi ne bra ka hook khola. Dono choochiyan jhatke se bahar nikal aayi. Usne dono haathon se pakad kar zor-zor se dabaya aur thappad mare. “Kitni zabardast choochiyan hain teri randi… teri nunni pati inko kabhi satisfy nahi kar paya hoga.”


Ammi ki aankhon se aansu nikal aaye. “Ravi… dard ho raha hai… mat maro… ahhh…” lekin unki nipples khade ho chuke the.


Ravi ne Ammi ko ghutno pe baitha diya aur apna mota lund bahar nikaala. “Chus randi. Pura muh mein le.”


Ammi ne ro-ro kar muh khola. Ravi ne uske baal pakad kar zor se muh chodna shuru kiya. Ammi gag ho rahi thi, thook tapak raha tha uske chin pe. “Mmm… gluck… gluck… bahut mota hai… gag ho raha hai…”


Main window se dekh raha tha. Mera lund haath mein tha. Sharm se mar raha tha lekin ruk nahi pa raha tha.


Ravi ne Ammi ko bed pe litaya aur panty khench kar phenk di. Ammi ki geeli choot chamak rahi thi. Usne Ammi ki janghen faila di aur apna mota lund choot ke muh pe ragadne laga. “Bata randi… tera pati kabhi itna mota lund tujhe de paya hai?”


Ammi ne sar hilaya. “Nahi… please dheere… pehli baar hai…”


Ravi ne ek hi dhakke mein pura lund andar dhakel diya. Ammi ki cheekh nikal gayi. “Ahhhhhh… phat gayi… bahut mota hai Ravi… nikal do… dard ho raha hai!”


Ravi ne ruka nahi. Usne zor-zor se dhakke marne shuru kiye. Har dhakke mein Ammi ki moti gaand bed pe zor se gir rahi thi. Room mein chap-chap ki awaaz goonj rahi thi. Ravi ne Ammi ki choochiyon ko pakad kar dabaya, thappad mare, gardan pakad kar choke kiya. “Le randi… teri choot ab meri ho gayi. Tera pati kabhi aisa chod nahi sakta.”


Ammi ki aankhein band thi. Unke muh se sirf siskiyan nikal rahi thi – “Ahhh… haan… dheere… ahhh… bahut mazaa aa raha hai… nahi… galat hai… Ravi please jhad mat andar…”


Lekin Ravi ne speed badha di. Usne Ammi ko ghodi banaya aur peeche se chodne laga. Ammi ki moti gaand pe thappad pad rahe the. “Le… le… teri gaand bhi ek din meri hogi randi.”


Ammi 4 baar jhad chuki thi. Har baar ke baad woh ro rahi thi. “Main apne pati ko dhokha de rahi hoon… Abdul ko kya muh dikhau gi…”


Ravi ne akhir mein zor se dhakka mara aur Ammi ki choot ke andar hi pura maal bhar diya. Garam-creamy cum Ammi ki janghon pe tapak raha tha. Ammi bed pe leti hui thi, pura badan paseene aur aansu se tar.


Ravi ne phone uthaya aur Ammi ki creampie choot ki photo li. “Yeh ab mera proof hai. Agli baar hum tere ghar mein milenge… aur main tujhe tere pati ke saamne chodunga.”


Ammi kapde pehen kar roti hui hotel se bahar nikli. Reception pe wahi staff tha jo muskuraya. “Madam, next time bhi aana. Aapke client bahut khush the.”


Ghar aate hi Ammi ne mujhe gale lagaya. Unki body ab bhi garam thi aur unki choot se Ravi ka cum nikal raha tha. “Beta… Ammi tumhe bahut pyar karti hai.”


Abbu so rahe the. Ammi bathroom mein bahut der tak roti rahi aur ghusl kar rahi thi.


Main apne room mein let kar soch raha tha – Ammi ab sach mein badal chuki thi.


Ravi ka last message aaya tha: “Agli baar tera Abbu ghar pe hoga… aur main teri Ammi ko uske saamne chodunga.”



To be continued…




Ravi ke last message ke baad Ammi raat bhar so nahi payi. Main apne room mein let kar sun raha tha – bathroom mein paani ki awaaz, Ammi ka ro-ro kar ghusl karna, phir bed pe let kar halki si siskiyan. Subah 6 baje unhone uth kar dua padhi (sirf dil se, muh se kuch nahi), phir kitchen mein Abbu ke liye nashta banaya. Unka chehra thaka hua tha, aankhon ke neeche kaala ghera pad gaya tha.


“Beta Abdul, aaj college jaana zaruri hai na?” Ammi ne mujhe pyar se poocha jab main breakfast pe baitha. Unhone mujhe gale lagaya. Unki badi choochiyan mere seene pe dab gayi. Unki body ab bhi thodi garam thi kal raat ke saath.


“Haan Ammi, jaana hai,” maine jhooth bola. Asal mein main college bunk karne wala tha. Ravi ne mujhe raat ko hi message kiya tha – “Aaj 11 baje tere ghar aa raha hoon. Tera Abbu office, tu college. Teri Ammi ko surprise dunga.”


Abbu 8:30 baje office chala gaya. Ammi ne unko bahut pyar se bye kiya, unke gaal pe kiss kiya. “ShahAlam, jaldi ghar aana. Main wait karungi.” Abbu muskuraya aur chala gaya, bilkul be-khabar.


Ammi ne ghar ke kaam shuru kiye. Main chupke se college ki taraf nikalne ka natak kiya, phir 10:30 baje peeche wali gali se ghar ke compound mein ghus gaya. Peeche wale store room mein chhup gaya – wahan se drawing room aur bedroom dono dikhte the. Darwaza thoda khula chhod diya tha. Mera dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha. Sharm, gussa, aur lund khada hone ka ehsaas… sab mix ho raha tha.


11:05 baje doorbell baji. Ammi darwaza kholne gayi. Ravi bahar khada tha – tight black t-shirt aur jeans mein, muscular body saaf dikh rahi thi.


“Ravi… yahan kya kar rahe ho? Main ne kaha tha na ghar mat aana!” Ammi ki awaaz kaanp rahi thi. Unhone darwaza band karne ki koshish ki.


Ravi andar ghus aaya aur darwaza lock kar diya. “Randi, ab tu meri ho chuki hai. Kal hotel mein teri choot ne mera lund yaad kar liya tha. Aaj tere pati aur beta ke ghar mein hi chodunga tujhe.”


Ammi peeche hati, dupatta tightly pakde hue. “Ravi please… yeh mera ghar hai. Mere pati ka… mera beta ka. Yahan mat…”


Ravi ne Ammi ko khinch kar drawing room ke sofa pe dhakel diya. “Chup kar saali randi. Tera pati office mein baitha hoga apni chhoti nunni ke saath aur tera beta college mein. Aaj main tujhe tere family drawing room mein chodunga.”


Usne Ammi ka dupatta khench kar phenk diya. Phir salwar ki zip kholi aur pura suit upar se utar diya. Ammi ab sirf pink bra aur panty mein thi. Unki moti gori gaand aur badi choochiyan bahar aa gayi. Ravi ne bra ka hook toda aur choochiyon ko zor se pakad liya.


“Waah teri choochiyan… kitni badi aur soft hain. Tera pati inko kabhi zor se dabata hoga kya?” Ravi ne dono choochiyon pe thappad mare. Ammi ki cheekh nikal gayi.


“Ahhh… dard ho raha hai Ravi… dheere… please…”


Ravi ne Ammi ko ghutno pe baitha diya aur apna mota 8-inch lund bahar nikaal diya. “Chus randi. Tere pati ke ghar mein mera lund chus.”


Ammi ro rahi thi lekin muh khol diya. Ravi ne uske baal pakad kar zor-zor se muh chodna shuru kiya. Ammi gag ho rahi thi, thook tapak raha tha uske chin aur choochiyon pe. “Gluck… gluck… bahut mota hai… mera muh phat raha hai…”


Main store room ke darwaze se sab dekh raha tha. Mera lund pant se bahar nikaal kar hilane laga. Meri Ammi… drawing room mein… ghutno pe baithi… doosre mard ka lund chus rahi thi.


Ravi ne Ammi ko uthaya aur sofa pe litaya. Unki panty khench kar phenki. Ammi ki choot pehle se geeli thi. Ravi ne apna lund choot ke muh pe ragda aur ek hi dhakke mein pura andar dhakel diya.


“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Ammi ki zor se cheekh nikal gayi. “Phat gayi… bahut mota hai Ravi… nikal do… dard ho raha hai!”


Ravi ne ruka nahi. Usne Ammi ki janghen kandhe pe rakh kar zor-zor se dhakke marne shuru kiye. Har dhakke mein sofa hil raha tha. Chap-chap… chap-chap… ki awaaz pura ghar bhar rahi thi.


“Le randi… teri choot ab meri property hai. Tera pati kabhi aisa chod paya hai kya?” Ravi ne Ammi ki choochiyon ko pakad kar zor se masla aur thappad mare.


Ammi ki aankhein band thi. Unke muh se sirf siskiyan nikal rahi thi – “Ahhh… haan… dheere… ahhh… bahut gehra ja raha hai… nahi… galat hai… mera ghar… mera pati…”


Ravi ne position change kiya. Usne Ammi ko ghodi banaya aur peeche se chodne laga. Ammi ki moti gaand pe zor-zor se thappad pad rahe the. Laal nishaan pad gaye the. Ravi ne uske baal pakad kar khinch liya aur choke kiya. “Bol randi… bol ki tera pati bewakoof hai… bol ki mera lund usse bada hai!”


Ammi ro rahi thi lekin bol rahi thi, “Haan… mera pati… uski chhoti nunni… tera lund bahut bada hai… ahhh… main jhad rahi hoon…”


Ammi 3 baar jhad chuki thi. Har baar ke baad woh “sorry ShahAlam… sorry Abdul…” bol rahi thi.


Ravi ne Ammi ko utha kar bedroom mein le gaya – Abbu-Ammi ke bed pe. Wahan unhone aur zor se choda. Missionary mein, Ammi ke upar let kar, choochiyon ko chooste hue, gardan pe love bites dete hue. Phir Ammi ko apne upar baitha kar cowgirl position mein. Ammi khud upar-neeche hil rahi thi, unki moti gaand Ravi ke thighs pe zor se gir rahi thi.


“Ravi… andar mat jhadna… please…” Ammi ne ro kar kaha.


Lekin Ravi ne zor se pakad kar andar hi pura maal bhar diya. Garam creampie Ammi ki choot se bahar tapakne laga.


Ammi bed pe let gayi, pura badan kaanp raha tha. “Kya kar diya mujhse… mere pati ke bed pe… mere beta ke ghar mein…”


Ravi muskuraya. Usne Ammi ki choot ki photo li aur mujhe bhi bhej di (main chhup kar dekh raha tha). “Agli baar tera pati ghar pe hoga… aur main tujhe uske saamne chodunga.”


Ravi chala gaya. Ammi ne jaldi se bed sheet change ki, ghusl kiya, bahut der tak roti rahi. Phir mujhe college se aane ka intezar karne lagi.


Main store room se bahar nikal kar college chala gaya jaise kuch hua hi na ho. Ghar aate hi Ammi ne mujhe gale lagaya. Unki body ab bhi thodi garam thi aur unki choot abhi bhi Ravi ke cum se geeli thi.


“Beta… Ammi tumhe bahut pyar karti hai,” unhone kaanpte hue kaha.


Main sirf muskuraya. Lekin andar se sab jal raha tha… aur mera lund phir se khada ho gaya tha.


Ravi ka message aaya tha raat ko: “Agli baar tera Abbu ghar pe rahega… aur main teri Ammi ko uske saamne chodunga. Ready reh madarchod.”



To be continued…]]> Shaam ka khana khatam hone ke baad ghar mein wohi purani si khamoshi chha gayi thi. Main, Abdul, 18 saal ka, apne room ke darwaze ke chhote se gap se sab dekh raha tha. Drawing room mein Abbu ShahAlam aur Ammi Shaheen baithay the. Ammi aaj bhi bahut khubsurat lag rahi thi – 42 saal ki umar mein bhi unka jism ekdam gora, bhara-bhara, moti gaand aur badi-badi choochiyan salwar suit ke andar chhupi hui thi. Dupatta unke kandhe pe loosely pada tha, thodi si paseena ki chamak unki gardan pe dikhai de rahi thi.

“Abbu aaj thak gaya hoon beta,” Abbu ne sigh kiya aur TV pe news laga di. Unka chehra hamesha jaise thaka-thaka rehta tha. Office ki tension, blood pressure, aur ab umar bhi ho gayi thi.

Ammi ne pyar se unka haath pakda. “Koi baat nahi ShahAlam. Aap rest karo. Main aapke liye doodh garam karti hoon.”

Lekin main jaanta tha aaj raat kuch alag hone wala hai. Ammi ne kal raat bhi mujhe bataya tha ki woh Abbu ke saath thodi closeness chahti hain. “Beta, abbu aur main thoda time spend karenge,” unhone sharmate hue kaha tha. Main apne room mein hi raha, lekin darwaza thoda khula chhod diya tha. Meri aankhein bilkul unpe lagi hui thi.

Raat ke 11:30 baje Abbu bedroom mein gaye. Ammi ne apna light pink salwar suit pehna hua tha, jo unki moti janghon aur gaand pe tight tha. Dupatta ab sirf kandhe pe tha. Woh Abbu ke paas bed pe baith gayi aur dheere se unke gaal pe kiss kiya.

“ShahAlam… aaj bahut din ho gaye hain,” Ammi ne narm awaaz mein kaha. Unki awaaz mein pyar tha, sachcha pyar. “Mujhe aapki bahut zaroorat hai aaj.”

Abbu ne muskurate hue unko gale lagaya. “Haan jaan, main bhi chahta hoon.” Unhone Ammi ka dupatta side kiya aur unki badi choochiyon pe haath pherne lage. Ammi ki saans tez ho gayi. Woh Abbu ke upar chadh gayi, unki gaand Abbu ke lap pe ragad rahi thi. Main apne room se sab dekh raha tha – mera lund already khada ho chuka tha.

Ammi ne Abbu ki shirt utari aur unke chest pe kisses barasne lagi. “Aaj mujhe bahut garam lag raha hai ShahAlam… please mujhe apna bana lo.” Unhone Abbu ki pajama kholi. Abbu ka chhota sa lund bahar aaya – bilkul normal size, lekin aaj bhi soft tha. Ammi ne haath se sehlaya, muh mein liya, choosa… 4-5 minute tak try kiya. Abbu thoda khada hua, lekin jaldi hi dheela pad gaya.

“Shaheen… sorry jaan, aaj mood nahi ban raha,” Abbu ne sharmate hue kaha.

Ammi ne muskurate hue unko pyar kiya. “Koi baat nahi. Aap thak gaye ho. Let me try something else.” Woh neeche ki taraf gayi, unki moti gaand Abbu ke muh ke upar laa kar baith gayi. Abbu ne unki choot chaatni shuru ki, lekin sirf 2 minute baad unki saans phoolne lagi aur woh ruk gaye. Ammi ki choot geeli ho chuki thi, lekin unki aankhon mein ek alag si bhook dikhai de rahi thi.

Woh phir Abbu ke upar aayi, unke chhote lund ko apni geeli choot mein daalne ki koshish ki. Thoda andar gaya… lekin 30-40 second baad hi Abbu ka lund dheela pad gaya aur bahar nikal gaya. Ammi ne phir bhi try kiya – upar neeche hili, choochiyan dabwayi, kiss kiye… lekin Abbu jhad gaye bina Ammi ko kuch diye.

Ammi ka chehra thoda udaas ho gaya, lekin unhone kuch nahi kaha. Bas Abbu ko pyar se gale lagaya. “Koi baat nahi jaan. Aap so jao. Subah office hai.”

Main apne room mein tha, mera lund haath mein tha. Ammi ki woh bhookhi nazar dekh kar mera dil tez dhadak raha tha. Ammi itni pyari, itni shareef… phir bhi Abbu unhe satisfy nahi kar paate. Main dheere se muth marne laga, Ammi ki moti gaand aur badi choochiyon ka soch kar.

Ammi uth kar bathroom gayi. Main chupke se unke peeche gaya aur darwaze ke chhed se dekha. Ammi ne salwar neeche kiya, unki geeli choot dikhai de rahi thi. Woh shower ke neeche khadi hokar apni choot pe haath pher rahi thi. Unki saans tez thi. “Uff… kitna garam hai aaj,” unhone dheere se moan kiya. Unhone 2 ungli andar daali aur tez tez hilane lagi. Unki badi gaand hil rahi thi. 4-5 minute baad unhone zor se jhad diya, “Ahhh… haan…” keh kar.

Main bhi usi waqt jhad gaya.

Jab Ammi bahar aayi toh unka chehra thoda relaxed tha, lekin aankhon mein ek chhoti si udaasi thi. Woh mere room ke paas aayi aur darwaza khol kar dekha. Main jaldi se blanket mein chhup gaya.

“Abdul beta, so gaye?” unhone pyaar se poocha.

“Haan Ammi,” maine sochte hue jawab diya.

Woh andar aayi, mere sar pe haath phera. Unki choochiyan mere muh ke bilkul paas thi. “Beta, tum theek ho na? college mein koi problem toh nahi?”

“Nahi Ammi, sab theek hai.”

Unhone mujhe forehead pe kiss kiya aur chali gayi. Unki gaand salwar ke andar hilti hui door tak gayi.

Raat ke 2 baje main utha. Phone pe ek notification aaya tha – unknown number se.

Unknown: Abdul Khan, tu woh chhota sa chutiya hai na jo college mein apni Ammi ke baare mein sochta rehta hai? Main Ravi hoon. Teri Ammi Shaheen ki moti gaand aur badi choochiyon kaafi famous hain mere doston mein. Agar chahta hai ki teri Ammi ki izzat bachi rahe aur tera Abbu hospital na pahunche, toh kal subah 10 baje tak reply kar.

Mera dil zor se dhak se reh gaya.

Main neeche scroll kiya – usme college ke corridor ki photo thi jisme Ravi aur uske 3 dost Ammi ko door se ghoor rahe the. Aur ek aur photo – Ammi ghar ke bahar dupatta sambhalte hue.

Unknown: Teri Ammi ko bata mat. Warna video viral ho jayega. Kal reply karna… warna game shuru.

Main phone haath mein pakde sochne laga. Ammi abhi so rahi thi, unki saans dheemi-dheemi. Abbu unke paas letay the, bilkul be-khabar.

Kya yeh sach mein shuru ho raha tha?

To be continued…

Raat ke 2:30 baje mera phone phir se vibrate hua. Main bed pe letay-letay kaanp raha tha. Ammi aur Abbu dono so rahe the – Ammi ki saans dheemi aur regular, unki moti gaand salwar ke andar halka sa ubhari hui. Abbu unke paas letay the, bilkul bekhabar. Maine screen pe dekha – naye messages.


Unknown (Ravi): Arre chutiye Abdul, abhi tak reply nahi kiya? Teri Ammi Shaheen ki woh moti gaand dekh kar mera lund khada ho jata hai roz. college ke bahar jab woh dupatta sambhalti hai na, tab sab dekh rahe hote hain usko. Kal subah 10 baje tak reply kar, warna tera Abbu hospital mein admit hoga aur teri Ammi ki video sabko bhej dunga.


Mera dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha. Maine jaldi se block karne ki koshish ki, lekin naye number se phir message aaya.


Ravi: Block mat kar, madarchod. Main tere ghar ke bahar bhi hoon abhi. Teri Ammi ki window se dekhta hoon – woh pink salwar mein kitni hot lag rahi hai. Uski badi choochiyan aur moti gaand… teri Ammi ko pata hai kya ki uska beta usko chhup-chhup kar dekhta hai?


Maine darwaze ki taraf dekha. Koi awaaz nahi thi. Phir bhi pura badan thanda pad gaya. Maine jaldi se type kiya:


Abdul: Kya chahte ho? Meri Ammi ko kuch mat karna please.


Ravi: Good boy. Ab sun – kal college ke baad tu apni Ammi ko library ke peeche le jaana. Main sirf baat karunga. Agar nahi aaya toh kal raat tak tera Abbu ka accident ho jayega. Samjha?


Maine “OK” likh diya. Haath kaanp rahe the. Ammi ko utha kar batane ka mann kiya, lekin unki izzat ka sawal tha. Woh itni shareef, itni pyari Ammi… main unhe kaise bataun?


Subah 7 baje Ammi uthi. Main kitchen mein gaya toh unhone mujhe gale lagaya. Unki badi choochiyan mere seene se ragad gayi. “Beta Abdul, raat ko theek se soye? Chehra uda hua hai.”


“Haan Ammi… bas thoda headache,” maine jhooth bola.


Ammi ne mera sar sahlaaya. Unki ungliyan narm thi, mehndi lagi hui. “Beta, paani piyo aur college jaao. Main tumhara favourite paratha bana rahi hoon.” Unhone Abbu ko bhi pyar se uthaya, unke sar pe haath phera. “ShahAlam, aaj office mat jao agar thak gaye ho.”


Abbu ne muskurate hue kaha, “Nahi jaan, meeting hai. Lekin shaam ko ghar aate hi tere paas aa jaunga.” Ammi ne sharmate hue smile kiya, lekin maine unki aankhon mein woh kal wali bhookh dekhi thi.


college mein pura din mera dhyan nahi tha. Ravi aur uske dost mujhe door se taad rahe the. Ravi – lamba, muscular, fair, football team ka captain. Uske saath 3 aur ladke the – Sameer, Vicky aur Karan. Sabke chehre pe wohi gandi smile.


Shaam ko ghar aate hi Ammi ne darwaza khola. Unka light blue salwar suit thoda tight tha aaj, gaand pe fabric khinch rahi thi. “Beta aa gaye? Thak gaye honge. Chai banaun?”


Usi waqt mera phone vibrate hua.


Ravi: Abhi library ke peeche aa. Ammi ko saath le kar. 10 minute mein.


Maine Ammi se kaha, “Ammi, library mein ek book lena hai. Saath chalo na please.”


Ammi ne muskurate hue dupatta sambhala. “Chal beta.” Hum dono library ke peeche gaye. Wahan Ravi khada tha, apne dost ke saath.


Ravi ne Ammi ko upar se neeche tak dekha. “Arre wah Aunty Shaheen… aap toh din mein bhi itni hot lagti hain.”


Ammi ne sharmate hue dupatta tight kiya. “Ji… aap kaun?”


“Main Ravi, Abdul ka classmate. Aunty, aapka beta bahut sharif hai… lekin hum log thoda masti karte hain.” Ravi ne mujhe dekha aur muskuraya. “Abdul, tu ghar ja. Main teri Ammi se thodi baat kar lunga.”


Ammi ne mujhe dekha. “Beta tu ghar ja, main 5 minute mein aa rahi hoon.”


Main wahan se hat gaya lekin chhup kar dekhne laga. Ravi ne Ammi ke paas aakar dheere se kaha, “Aunty, aapka pati ShahAlam bahut weak hai na? Kal raat maine sab dekha tha… aapki choot geeli thi lekin woh kuch nahi kar paya.”


Ammi ka chehra laal ho gaya. “Kya bakwas kar rahe ho? Main chillayi toh…”


Ravi ne phone dikhaaya – kal raat ka video, Ammi shower mein ungli kar rahi thi. “Yeh video viral ho gaya toh aapki izzat kya hogi Aunty? Sirf ek baar milo mujhse… main aapko woh satisfaction dunga jo aapka pati kabhi nahi de sakta.”


Ammi kaampti hui wahan khadi rahi. Unki badi choochiyan upar neeche ho rahi thi saans ke saath. “Main… main aisi aurat nahi hoon. Mere pati aur beta hain…”


Ravi muskuraya. “Socho Aunty. Kal raat 9 baje park ke peeche. Na aayi toh video sabko.”


Ammi wapas ghar aayi. Unka chehra uda hua tha. Maine poocha, “Ammi kya hua?”


“Kuch nahi beta… bas thak gayi hoon.” Unhone mujhe gale lagaya, lekin unki body kaanp rahi thi. Raat ko unhone Abbu ke saath phir try kiya, lekin Abbu jaldi hi so gaye. Ammi bed pe leti rahi, unki aankhein khuli.


Main apne room mein tha, phone pe Ravi ka message:


Ravi: Teri Ammi ab meri hone wali hai chutiye. Kal raat dekhna kya hota hai.


Mera lund phir khada ho gaya soch kar… Ammi ki woh bhookhi nazar, Ravi ka muscular body… aur Abbu bilkul bebas.


Shaam hone wali thi… kal raat Ammi park jaayegi ya nahi?



To be continued…

Raat bhar main so nahi paya. Ammi ke room se sirf halki si saans ki awaaz aa rahi thi. Abbu zor-zor se kharrate le rahe the. Maine 3-4 baar uth kar unke darwaze ke paas gaya – Ammi bed pe leti hui thi, unka light blue salwar suit thoda upar chadha hua, moti gori janghen aur gaand ka curve saaf dikhai de raha tha. Unki badi choochiyan saans ke saath upar-neeche ho rahi thi. Unka chehra udaas tha, aankhein band, lekin neend nahi aa rahi thi. Main jaanta tha – kal raat ka woh shower wala scene, Abbu ki nakami, aur ab Ravi ka message… sab unke dimag mein ghum raha hoga.


Subah Ammi uthi toh unka chehra bilkul normal tha. Woh kitchen mein thi, paratha bana rahi thi. Tight salwar suit mein unki gaand bahut ubhari hui thi. Jab main paas gaya toh unhone mujhe gale lagaya. Unki badi garam choochiyan mere seene pe dab gayi. “Beta Abdul, aaj college ke baad seedha ghar aana. Kahi mat ghumna.” Unki awaaz mein chhupi hui tension thi.


Main college gaya. Pura din Ravi mujhe taadta raha. Lunch break mein usne mujhe corner mein pakda. “Chutiye, teri Ammi aaj raat 9 baje park ke peeche aayegi. Tu chhup kar dekhna. Agar usne mujhe reject kiya toh video viral. Samjha?” Usne meri gardan pakad kar dheere se kaha, “Teri Ammi ki moti gaand aur badi choochiyan… aaj main unhe chhoone wala hoon.”


Shaam ko ghar aate hi Ammi ne mujhe dekha. Unka chehra thoda laal tha. “Beta, main thodi der bahar ja rahi hoon… kisi friend se milne.” Maine poocha nahi, bas sar hilaya. Ammi ne apna favourite black salwar suit pehna – jo unki gaand pe bahut tight tha aur dupatta sirf kandhe pe. Unhone Abbu ko bataya ki woh market ja rahi hain.


Main chupke se unke peeche nikal gaya. Park ke peeche wali dark gali mein Ravi already khada tha – lamba, muscular, tight t-shirt mein uska chest aur biceps phule hue. Ammi wahan pahunchi toh unka kadam ruk gaya.


“Ravi… main yahan sirf isliye aayi hoon ki woh video delete kar do. Main aisi aurat nahi hoon,” Ammi ne kaanpte hue kaha. Unka dupatta tightly pakda hua tha.


Ravi muskuraya aur ek kadam aage badha. “Aunty Shaheen… aap bahut shareef hain. Lekin kal raat maine dekha tha – aapki choot geeli thi aur aapka pati kuch nahi kar paya. Aapko ek asli mard chahiye.”


Ammi peeche hati. “Bas… please. Mere pati aur beta hain. Main unhe dhokha nahi de sakti.”


Ravi ne unka haath pakad liya. Ammi ne koshish ki chhudane ki, lekin woh mazboot tha. Usne Ammi ko apne seene se chipka liya. Ammi ki badi choochiyan uske solid chest se ragad gayi. “Uff Aunty… kitni soft choochiyan hain aapki,” Ravi ne dheere se kaha aur ek haath Ammi ki kamar pe rakh diya, dheere se neeche ki taraf slide karte hue unki moti gaand ko daboch liya.


Ammi ka pura badan kaanp utha. “Ravi… chhodo mujhe… yeh galat hai… ahh…” Unki awaaz mein dar tha, lekin saath hi ek halki si siski bhi.


Main ek ped ke peeche chhup kar sab dekh raha tha. Mera lund pant mein khada ho chuka tha. Ravi ne Ammi ki gaand ko dono haathon se masla, fabric ke upar se zor-zor se dabaya. “Dekho Aunty… kitni moti aur garam gaand hai aapki. Aapka pati isko kabhi satisfy nahi kar pata hoga.”


Ammi ki saans tez ho gayi. Unhone Ravi ko dhakelne ki koshish ki, lekin unki taakat kam pad gayi. Ravi ne unka dupatta side kiya aur unki gardan pe kiss kiya. Phir dheere se unki choochiyon pe haath pherne laga – bahar se hi, salwar ke upar se. Ammi ki nipples khade ho gaye the, saaf dikhai de rahe the.


“Ravi… please ruk jao… main… main married hoon…” Ammi ki awaaz toot rahi thi. Unki janghen ek dusre se ragad rahi thi.


Ravi ne muskurate hue Ammi ka ek haath pakad kar apni pant pe rakh diya. “Feel this Aunty. Yeh hai asli mard ka lund. Aapke pati ki chhoti nunni se 4 guna bada.” Ammi ka haath kaanp raha tha, lekin unhone haath nahi hataya. Unki ungliyan uske mothe lund ke shape ko feel kar rahi thi.


Main apna lund bahar nikaal kar dheere-dheere hilane laga. Sharm aa rahi thi, gussa aa raha tha, lekin excitement bhi bahut tha. Ammi… meri pyari Ammi… pehli baar kisi doosre mard ke haath mein.


Ravi ne Ammi ko wall se laga diya aur unki salwar ke upar se unki choot pe haath pherne laga. “Geeli ho gayi ho Aunty… sach sach batao, kitne saal baad kisi ne aapki choot ko itna chhua hai?”


Ammi ki aankhein band ho gayi. Ek halka moan nikla unke muh se – “Ahhh… nahi… mat karo…” lekin unki gaand khud hi thodi aage ki taraf hil gayi.


Ravi ne 10-15 minute tak unhe chhua – choochiyan dabai, gaand masli, choot pe ungliyan ghumai – lekin salwar ke andar nahi gaya. Sirf bahar se teasing. Ammi ka pura badan paseene se tar tha. Unka dupatta zameen pe gir chuka tha.


Aakhir mein Ravi ne Ammi ke kaan mein kaha, “Kal raat 10 baje mere ghar aana Aunty. Sirf 1 ghanta. Warna video…”


Ammi ne sar hilaya, aankhon mein aansu the. “Bas… ek baar… phir video delete kar dena.”


Ravi muskuraya aur chala gaya. Ammi wahan khadi rahi kuch minute, apne kapde theek kiye, dupatta sambhala. Unki janghen kaanp rahi thi. Jab woh ghar wapas aayi toh main pehle hi pahunch chuka tha.


Ammi ne mujhe dekha aur muskurane ki koshish ki. “Beta… main thak gayi hoon. Abbu ko bol dena main jaldi so jaungi.”


Raat ko Abbu office ke kaam mein busy the. Ammi apne room mein thi. Maine chhup kar unke darwaze se dekha – Ammi bed pe leti hui thi, salwar neeche ki taraf khisak rahi thi. Unhone apni choot pe haath pherna shuru kiya. Unki ungliyan tez tez chal rahi thi. “Uff… kya ho raha hai mujhe…” unhone dheere se moan kiya. Unki moti gaand bed pe hil rahi thi.


Main bahar khade-khade muth mar raha tha jab Ammi zor se jhad gayi – “Ahhh… haan…” keh kar.


Uske baad unhone ghusl kiya, bahut der tak. Jab bahar aayi toh unka chehra laal tha. Unhone mujhe dekha aur gale lagaya. “Beta, sab theek hai na?”


Main sirf sar hila saka.


Phone pe Ravi ka message aaya tha:


Ravi: Teri Ammi ab meri taraf attract ho rahi hai chutiye. Kal raat asli maza aayega.


Mera dil dhadak raha tha. Ammi ki woh pehli chhooT… aur ab woh Ravi ke ghar jaane wali thi.



To be continued…

Raat ke 8:45 baje ghar mein bilkul sannata tha. Abbu drawing room mein sofa pe let kar TV dekh rahe the, unki aankhein thaki hui thi. Main apne room ke darwaze ke chhed se Ammi ko dekh raha tha. Ammi apne bedroom mein khadi thi, mirror ke saamne. Unhone ek deep maroon salwar suit pehna hua tha – suit unki moti gori janghon aur badi gaand pe itna tight tha ki har curve saaf dikh raha tha. Dupatta ko unhone bahut carefully kandhe pe rakha tha, lekin unki badi-badi choochiyan suit ke upar se hi ubhari hui thi.


Ammi apne haathon se apna chehra chhu rahi thi. Unki aankhon mein aansu the. “Kya kar rahi hoon main… Shaheen, tu pagal ho gayi hai kya?” unhone dheere se apne aap se kaha. “ShahAlam mera pati hai… Abdul mera beta… main unke liye yeh sab kar rahi hoon… bas ek baar… video delete ho jayega toh sab theek ho jayega.”


Unhone ek gehra saans li aur dupatta ko thoda adjust kiya. Phir mirror mein dekha – unka gora chehra laal ho raha tha sharm se. Maine apna phone check kiya. Ravi ka message tha: “Teri Ammi aa rahi hai madarchod. Tu bhi chhup kar dekhna. Maza aayega.”


Ammi bahar nikli. Abbu ko boli, “ShahAlam, main ek purani dost se milne ja rahi hoon… jaldi aa jaungi.” Abbu ne sirf sar hilaya, kuch poocha nahi. Ammi ne mujhe dekha aur pyar se gale lagaya. Unki badi choochiyan mere seene pe dab gayi. “Beta, darwaza band kar lena. Main jaldi aa jaungi.”


Main 5 minute baad chupke se bike nikaal kar unke peeche nikal gaya. Ammi auto mein baithi thi. Main door-door se follow kar raha tha. Unka chehra window se bahar tha, dupatta tightly pakde hue. Main soch raha tha – meri pyari, shareef Ammi… jo hamesha mujhe aur Abbu ko itna pyar karti thi… aaj kisi doosre mard ke ghar ja rahi hai.


Ravi ka ghar colony ke last mein tha, ek independent villa. Parents bahar gaye hue the. Ammi auto se utri aur gate pe khadi ho gayi. Unka pura badan kaanp raha tha. Ravi darwaza khol kar bahar aaya – sirf shorts aur tight vest mein. Uska muscular body, wide chest, bada lund shorts mein saaf ubhra hua.


“Aunty Shaheen… andar aao na,” Ravi ne muskurate hue kaha.


Ammi andar gayi. Main peeche wali wall ke upar chadh kar window se dekhne laga. Room mein light dim thi.


“Ravi… please… sirf 30 minute. Video delete kar do aur main chali jaungi,” Ammi ne kaanpte hue kaha.


Ravi ne door lock kar diya. “Aunty, baitho pehle. Dar mat. Main sirf baat karunga.” Usne Ammi ko sofa pe baithaya aur khud bilkul paas baith gaya. Unka ghutna Ammi ki jangh se ragad raha tha.


“Shaheen Aunty… aap itni khubsurat kyun ho? Aapka pati kitna lucky hai… lekin woh bewakoof hai. Kal raat maine dekha tha – aapki choot geeli thi aur uski chhoti nunni kuch nahi kar payi.”


Ammi ka chehra laal ho gaya. “Ravi… aise mat bolo. Mere pati bahut achhe hain. Main unhe pyar karti hoon.”


Ravi hans pada. Usne Ammi ka haath pakad kar apni shorts pe rakh diya. “Feel karo Aunty. Yeh dekho asli mard ka lund. Aapke pati ki nunni se 4-5 guna bada aur mota.”


Ammi ka haath kaanp raha tha, lekin unhone haath nahi hataya. Unki ungliyan uske mothe lund ke shape ko feel kar rahi thi. “Uff… Ravi… yeh galat hai… bahut bada hai…” Ammi ki awaaz toot rahi thi.


Ravi ne Ammi ko khinch kar apne god mein baitha liya. Unki moti gaand uske lap pe aa gayi. Usne Ammi ka dupatta side kiya aur gardan pe kiss karne laga. “Aunty ki skin kitni soft hai… kitni khushboo aa rahi hai.”


Ammi ki saans tez ho gayi. “Ravi… please… mat karo… mera beta… mera pati…” lekin unki gaand khud hi thodi si ragad rahi thi.


Ravi ne Ammi ki salwar ki zip kholi aur upar se suit utar diya. Ab Ammi sirf black bra aur panty mein thi. Unki badi-badi gori choochiyan bra ke andar ubhari hui thi. Ravi ne bra ka hook khola. Dono badi choochiyan jhatke se bahar aa gayi – brown nipples already khade.


“Waah Aunty… kitni zabardast choochiyan hain!” Ravi ne dono haathon se pakad kar zor-zor se dabaya. Ammi ki aankhein band ho gayi. “Ahhh… dard ho raha hai Ravi… dheere…”


Ravi ne ek nipple muh mein le liya aur choosne laga. Ammi ki ungliyan uske baal mein ghus gayi. “Nahi… yeh galat hai… ahhh… haan… mat chhodo…” Unki awaaz mein guile aur bhookh dono thi.


Main window se dekh raha tha. Mera lund bahar nikaal kar hilane laga. Sharm aa rahi thi lekin ruk nahi pa raha tha.


Ravi ne Ammi ko sofa pe litaya. Unki salwar aur panty neeche ki taraf khisak di. Ammi ki gori, geeli choot saaf dikhai de rahi thi – shaved, tight aur chamak rahi thi. Ravi ne unki janghen faila di aur muh laga diya. Usne zor-zor se chaatna shuru kiya – choot ke upar, andar, clit pe.


Ammi ki kamar uchhalne lagi. “Ravi… nahi… bahut ganda hai… ahhh… ahhh… mat karo… main… main jhad jaungi…”


Ravi ne ungli andar daal di aur tez tez andar-bahar karne laga. Saath mein choos raha tha. Ammi ki moti gaand sofa pe zor-zor se hil rahi thi. Unki choochiyan upar-neeche ho rahi thi. 8-10 minute baad Ammi zor se jhad gayi – pura badan kaanp utha, “Ahhhhh… haan… haan… Ravi… bahut mazaa aa raha hai…” keh kar.


Unke jhadte hi aansu nikal aaye. “Kya kar diya mujhse… main apne pati ko dhokha de rahi hoon… Abdul ko kya muh dikhau gi…”


Ravi ne apna mota lund bahar nikaala. 8 inch lamba, mota, blue veins wala. Usne Ammi ke muh ke paas kiya. “Chuso Aunty. Pehli baar doosre mard ka lund taste karo.”


Ammi ne sharmate hue muh khola. Ravi ne dheere se andar daala. Ammi ki aankhein badi ho gayi. “Mmm… bahut mota hai… gag ho raha hai…” lekin unhone choosna shuru kar diya. Ravi uske baal pakad kar muh chodne laga.


Main bahar hilate hue dekh raha tha. Ammi ki woh badi choochiyan hil rahi thi, gaand upar uthi hui, aur Ravi ka lund unke muh mein andar-bahar.


Ravi ne 15 minute tak Ammi ko choda – choochiyan dabai, gaand pe thappad mare, choot mein 3 ungliyan daal kar hilaya. Ammi 3 baar jhad chuki thi. Har baar ke baad woh ro rahi thi guilt se.


Aakhir mein Ravi ne Ammi ke muh mein hi jhad diya. Ammi ne thoda piya, baaki chin pe gir gaya. Woh ro rahi thi. “Ravi… ab video delete kar do please…”


Ravi ne phone dikhaaya – usne pura scene record kar liya tha. “Yeh ab mera insurance hai Aunty. Agli baar hum tere ghar mein milenge jab tera pati aur beta bahar honge.”


Ammi kapde pehen kar roti hui ghar aayi. Main pehle pahunch chuka tha. Ammi ne mujhe dekha aur bahut zor se gale lagaya. Unki body ab bhi garam thi. “Beta… Ammi tumhe bahut pyar karti hai… kabhi mat bhoolna.”


Raat ko unhone Abbu ke liye khana banaya, extra pyar se. Abbu ko gale lagaya. Lekin main jaanta tha – Ammi ke andar kuch toot chuka tha.


Midnight ko Ravi ka message aaya:


Ravi: Agli baar teri Ammi ko main tere ghar mein chodunga. Aur tu dekhna.


Ammi abhi bhi bathroom mein thi – bahut der se ghusl kar rahi thi, ro rahi thi.


Lekin unki body… woh ab bhookhi ho chuki thi.



To be continued…

Ravi ke last message ne Ammi ko raat bhar jagaye rakha. Main apne room mein let kar phone screen pe dekhta raha – Ravi ne clearly likha tha: “Kal raat 8 baje teri Ammi ko main tere ghar nahi, OYO Hotel Lakeview le jaunga. Room 305. Tu bhi chhup kar aa. Agar woh nahi aayi toh kal subah tak pura video Abbu ke office group mein.”


Subah Ammi uthi toh unka chehra bilkul thaka hua tha. Unhone black salwar suit pehna – bahut tight, gaand pe fabric khinch rahi thi, choochiyan upar se ubhari hui. Dupatta ko unhone double fold kiya tha jaise apni izzat ko bachane ki koshish kar rahi hon. Kitchen mein unhone Abbu ke liye paratha banaya, mujhe gale lagaya. Unki badi garam choochiyan mere seene pe lagi toh mujhe kal raat ka scene yaad aa gaya – Ravi unko choos raha tha.


“Beta Abdul… aaj raat main late aaungi. Ek purani college friend se milna hai,” Ammi ne dheere se kaha. Unki aankhon mein aansu the, lekin unhone jaldi se pochh liye.


Abbu ne muskurate hue kaha, “Shaheen, tu enjoy kar. Main aur Abdul ghar pe hi hain.” Abbu bilkul bekhabar the. Unka chhota sa pet aur thaka chehra dekh kar Ammi ka dil aur bhi toot raha tha.


Shaam 7:30 baje Ammi ready hui. Unhone ek thoda mehnga red salwar suit pehna jo maine pehle kabhi nahi dekha tha – suit unki body pe itna perfectly fit tha ki gaand aur choochiyan bahar nikalne ko betab thi. Dupatta sirf ek taraf se latka hua tha. Jab woh bahar nikli toh main bike pe unke peeche nikal gaya. Auto mein baith kar Ammi ne Ravi ko call kiya.


“Ravi… please… ghar pe mat le jao. Kahin aur chalo,” Ammi ki awaaz kaanp rahi thi.


Ravi hans pada. “Theek hai Aunty. OYO Lakeview, room 305 book kar diya hai. 8:15 tak pahunch jao. Aur haan… aaj asli maza aayega.”


Main OYO hotel ke bahar bike park karke chhup gaya. Hotel ka reception bahut busy tha. Ammi auto se utri aur andar gayi. Receptionist ne unko upar se neeche tak dekha. Ek doosra staff member dheere se bola, “Dekh… aaj ki maal bahut high class lag rahi hai. Street se uthayi hui lagti hai lekin kapde achhe hain.”


Ammi ka chehra laal ho gaya. Unhone sun liya tha. Receptionist ne muskurate hue key card diya. “Room 305 Madam… aapke client already upar hain. Enjoy your night.” Unhone Ammi ko ek gandi smile di jaise woh koi randi ho.


Ammi lift mein chadh gayi. Main stairs se upar chadh kar balcony se room ke window ke paas pahunch gaya. Parda thoda khula tha. Ravi already bed pe baitha tha, sirf underwear mein. Uska mota lund ubhra hua.


Jab Ammi andar aayi toh Ravi turant utha aur darwaza lock kar diya. “Aunty Shaheen… aaj tu meri randi banegi. Hotel wale sab soch rahe hain ki tu street ki prostitute hai jo maine pick ki hai.”


Ammi peeche hati. “Ravi… please… main aisi nahi hoon. Mere pati aur beta hain. Sirf video delete kar do aur main chali jaungi.”


Ravi ne Ammi ko khinch kar bed pe dhakel diya. “Chup randi. Aaj tera pati tujhe chod nahi paya tha… main tujhe chodunga.” Usne Ammi ka dupatta khench kar phenk diya. Phir salwar ki zip kholi aur suit upar se utar diya. Ammi ab sirf black lace bra aur matching panty mein thi. Unki gori moti gaand aur badi choochiyan bahar aa gayi.


Ravi ne bra ka hook khola. Dono choochiyan jhatke se bahar nikal aayi. Usne dono haathon se pakad kar zor-zor se dabaya aur thappad mare. “Kitni zabardast choochiyan hain teri randi… teri nunni pati inko kabhi satisfy nahi kar paya hoga.”


Ammi ki aankhon se aansu nikal aaye. “Ravi… dard ho raha hai… mat maro… ahhh…” lekin unki nipples khade ho chuke the.


Ravi ne Ammi ko ghutno pe baitha diya aur apna mota lund bahar nikaala. “Chus randi. Pura muh mein le.”


Ammi ne ro-ro kar muh khola. Ravi ne uske baal pakad kar zor se muh chodna shuru kiya. Ammi gag ho rahi thi, thook tapak raha tha uske chin pe. “Mmm… gluck… gluck… bahut mota hai… gag ho raha hai…”


Main window se dekh raha tha. Mera lund haath mein tha. Sharm se mar raha tha lekin ruk nahi pa raha tha.


Ravi ne Ammi ko bed pe litaya aur panty khench kar phenk di. Ammi ki geeli choot chamak rahi thi. Usne Ammi ki janghen faila di aur apna mota lund choot ke muh pe ragadne laga. “Bata randi… tera pati kabhi itna mota lund tujhe de paya hai?”


Ammi ne sar hilaya. “Nahi… please dheere… pehli baar hai…”


Ravi ne ek hi dhakke mein pura lund andar dhakel diya. Ammi ki cheekh nikal gayi. “Ahhhhhh… phat gayi… bahut mota hai Ravi… nikal do… dard ho raha hai!”


Ravi ne ruka nahi. Usne zor-zor se dhakke marne shuru kiye. Har dhakke mein Ammi ki moti gaand bed pe zor se gir rahi thi. Room mein chap-chap ki awaaz goonj rahi thi. Ravi ne Ammi ki choochiyon ko pakad kar dabaya, thappad mare, gardan pakad kar choke kiya. “Le randi… teri choot ab meri ho gayi. Tera pati kabhi aisa chod nahi sakta.”


Ammi ki aankhein band thi. Unke muh se sirf siskiyan nikal rahi thi – “Ahhh… haan… dheere… ahhh… bahut mazaa aa raha hai… nahi… galat hai… Ravi please jhad mat andar…”


Lekin Ravi ne speed badha di. Usne Ammi ko ghodi banaya aur peeche se chodne laga. Ammi ki moti gaand pe thappad pad rahe the. “Le… le… teri gaand bhi ek din meri hogi randi.”


Ammi 4 baar jhad chuki thi. Har baar ke baad woh ro rahi thi. “Main apne pati ko dhokha de rahi hoon… Abdul ko kya muh dikhau gi…”


Ravi ne akhir mein zor se dhakka mara aur Ammi ki choot ke andar hi pura maal bhar diya. Garam-creamy cum Ammi ki janghon pe tapak raha tha. Ammi bed pe leti hui thi, pura badan paseene aur aansu se tar.


Ravi ne phone uthaya aur Ammi ki creampie choot ki photo li. “Yeh ab mera proof hai. Agli baar hum tere ghar mein milenge… aur main tujhe tere pati ke saamne chodunga.”


Ammi kapde pehen kar roti hui hotel se bahar nikli. Reception pe wahi staff tha jo muskuraya. “Madam, next time bhi aana. Aapke client bahut khush the.”


Ghar aate hi Ammi ne mujhe gale lagaya. Unki body ab bhi garam thi aur unki choot se Ravi ka cum nikal raha tha. “Beta… Ammi tumhe bahut pyar karti hai.”


Abbu so rahe the. Ammi bathroom mein bahut der tak roti rahi aur ghusl kar rahi thi.


Main apne room mein let kar soch raha tha – Ammi ab sach mein badal chuki thi.


Ravi ka last message aaya tha: “Agli baar tera Abbu ghar pe hoga… aur main teri Ammi ko uske saamne chodunga.”



To be continued…




Ravi ke last message ke baad Ammi raat bhar so nahi payi. Main apne room mein let kar sun raha tha – bathroom mein paani ki awaaz, Ammi ka ro-ro kar ghusl karna, phir bed pe let kar halki si siskiyan. Subah 6 baje unhone uth kar dua padhi (sirf dil se, muh se kuch nahi), phir kitchen mein Abbu ke liye nashta banaya. Unka chehra thaka hua tha, aankhon ke neeche kaala ghera pad gaya tha.


“Beta Abdul, aaj college jaana zaruri hai na?” Ammi ne mujhe pyar se poocha jab main breakfast pe baitha. Unhone mujhe gale lagaya. Unki badi choochiyan mere seene pe dab gayi. Unki body ab bhi thodi garam thi kal raat ke saath.


“Haan Ammi, jaana hai,” maine jhooth bola. Asal mein main college bunk karne wala tha. Ravi ne mujhe raat ko hi message kiya tha – “Aaj 11 baje tere ghar aa raha hoon. Tera Abbu office, tu college. Teri Ammi ko surprise dunga.”


Abbu 8:30 baje office chala gaya. Ammi ne unko bahut pyar se bye kiya, unke gaal pe kiss kiya. “ShahAlam, jaldi ghar aana. Main wait karungi.” Abbu muskuraya aur chala gaya, bilkul be-khabar.


Ammi ne ghar ke kaam shuru kiye. Main chupke se college ki taraf nikalne ka natak kiya, phir 10:30 baje peeche wali gali se ghar ke compound mein ghus gaya. Peeche wale store room mein chhup gaya – wahan se drawing room aur bedroom dono dikhte the. Darwaza thoda khula chhod diya tha. Mera dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha. Sharm, gussa, aur lund khada hone ka ehsaas… sab mix ho raha tha.


11:05 baje doorbell baji. Ammi darwaza kholne gayi. Ravi bahar khada tha – tight black t-shirt aur jeans mein, muscular body saaf dikh rahi thi.


“Ravi… yahan kya kar rahe ho? Main ne kaha tha na ghar mat aana!” Ammi ki awaaz kaanp rahi thi. Unhone darwaza band karne ki koshish ki.


Ravi andar ghus aaya aur darwaza lock kar diya. “Randi, ab tu meri ho chuki hai. Kal hotel mein teri choot ne mera lund yaad kar liya tha. Aaj tere pati aur beta ke ghar mein hi chodunga tujhe.”


Ammi peeche hati, dupatta tightly pakde hue. “Ravi please… yeh mera ghar hai. Mere pati ka… mera beta ka. Yahan mat…”


Ravi ne Ammi ko khinch kar drawing room ke sofa pe dhakel diya. “Chup kar saali randi. Tera pati office mein baitha hoga apni chhoti nunni ke saath aur tera beta college mein. Aaj main tujhe tere family drawing room mein chodunga.”


Usne Ammi ka dupatta khench kar phenk diya. Phir salwar ki zip kholi aur pura suit upar se utar diya. Ammi ab sirf pink bra aur panty mein thi. Unki moti gori gaand aur badi choochiyan bahar aa gayi. Ravi ne bra ka hook toda aur choochiyon ko zor se pakad liya.


“Waah teri choochiyan… kitni badi aur soft hain. Tera pati inko kabhi zor se dabata hoga kya?” Ravi ne dono choochiyon pe thappad mare. Ammi ki cheekh nikal gayi.


“Ahhh… dard ho raha hai Ravi… dheere… please…”


Ravi ne Ammi ko ghutno pe baitha diya aur apna mota 8-inch lund bahar nikaal diya. “Chus randi. Tere pati ke ghar mein mera lund chus.”


Ammi ro rahi thi lekin muh khol diya. Ravi ne uske baal pakad kar zor-zor se muh chodna shuru kiya. Ammi gag ho rahi thi, thook tapak raha tha uske chin aur choochiyon pe. “Gluck… gluck… bahut mota hai… mera muh phat raha hai…”


Main store room ke darwaze se sab dekh raha tha. Mera lund pant se bahar nikaal kar hilane laga. Meri Ammi… drawing room mein… ghutno pe baithi… doosre mard ka lund chus rahi thi.


Ravi ne Ammi ko uthaya aur sofa pe litaya. Unki panty khench kar phenki. Ammi ki choot pehle se geeli thi. Ravi ne apna lund choot ke muh pe ragda aur ek hi dhakke mein pura andar dhakel diya.


“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Ammi ki zor se cheekh nikal gayi. “Phat gayi… bahut mota hai Ravi… nikal do… dard ho raha hai!”


Ravi ne ruka nahi. Usne Ammi ki janghen kandhe pe rakh kar zor-zor se dhakke marne shuru kiye. Har dhakke mein sofa hil raha tha. Chap-chap… chap-chap… ki awaaz pura ghar bhar rahi thi.


“Le randi… teri choot ab meri property hai. Tera pati kabhi aisa chod paya hai kya?” Ravi ne Ammi ki choochiyon ko pakad kar zor se masla aur thappad mare.


Ammi ki aankhein band thi. Unke muh se sirf siskiyan nikal rahi thi – “Ahhh… haan… dheere… ahhh… bahut gehra ja raha hai… nahi… galat hai… mera ghar… mera pati…”


Ravi ne position change kiya. Usne Ammi ko ghodi banaya aur peeche se chodne laga. Ammi ki moti gaand pe zor-zor se thappad pad rahe the. Laal nishaan pad gaye the. Ravi ne uske baal pakad kar khinch liya aur choke kiya. “Bol randi… bol ki tera pati bewakoof hai… bol ki mera lund usse bada hai!”


Ammi ro rahi thi lekin bol rahi thi, “Haan… mera pati… uski chhoti nunni… tera lund bahut bada hai… ahhh… main jhad rahi hoon…”


Ammi 3 baar jhad chuki thi. Har baar ke baad woh “sorry ShahAlam… sorry Abdul…” bol rahi thi.


Ravi ne Ammi ko utha kar bedroom mein le gaya – Abbu-Ammi ke bed pe. Wahan unhone aur zor se choda. Missionary mein, Ammi ke upar let kar, choochiyon ko chooste hue, gardan pe love bites dete hue. Phir Ammi ko apne upar baitha kar cowgirl position mein. Ammi khud upar-neeche hil rahi thi, unki moti gaand Ravi ke thighs pe zor se gir rahi thi.


“Ravi… andar mat jhadna… please…” Ammi ne ro kar kaha.


Lekin Ravi ne zor se pakad kar andar hi pura maal bhar diya. Garam creampie Ammi ki choot se bahar tapakne laga.


Ammi bed pe let gayi, pura badan kaanp raha tha. “Kya kar diya mujhse… mere pati ke bed pe… mere beta ke ghar mein…”


Ravi muskuraya. Usne Ammi ki choot ki photo li aur mujhe bhi bhej di (main chhup kar dekh raha tha). “Agli baar tera pati ghar pe hoga… aur main tujhe uske saamne chodunga.”


Ravi chala gaya. Ammi ne jaldi se bed sheet change ki, ghusl kiya, bahut der tak roti rahi. Phir mujhe college se aane ka intezar karne lagi.


Main store room se bahar nikal kar college chala gaya jaise kuch hua hi na ho. Ghar aate hi Ammi ne mujhe gale lagaya. Unki body ab bhi thodi garam thi aur unki choot abhi bhi Ravi ke cum se geeli thi.


“Beta… Ammi tumhe bahut pyar karti hai,” unhone kaanpte hue kaha.


Main sirf muskuraya. Lekin andar se sab jal raha tha… aur mera lund phir se khada ho gaya tha.


Ravi ka message aaya tha raat ko: “Agli baar tera Abbu ghar pe rahega… aur main teri Ammi ko uske saamne chodunga. Ready reh madarchod.”



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Arre yaar, yeh kahani shuru hoti hai ek chhote se middle-class ghar se, jahaan bahar se sab kuch perfect dikhta hai – ek pativrata biwi, ek mehnati pati, aur ek padhta-likhta beta. Lekin andar se? Sab kuch toot-ta ja raha tha. Jaise koi purana radio jo bahar se chamakta hai, andar se sirf garam taare lag rahe hain.


Pehle baat karte hain Ramesh ki. Umra 52 saal. Sarkari daftar mein clerk. Subah 7 baje nikal jaata, raat 10 baje thaka-hara aata. Log kehte the – “Ramesh bhai bahut responsible hain.” Ghar ke liye paisa, beta ke college ke sapne, biwi ke kapde – sab kuch deta tha. Lekin jo sabse badi cheez ek aurat ko chahiye hoti hai – waqt, pyaar aur woh raat ka gehra sukh – woh bilkul nahi deta tha. Uske liye sex sirf 5 minute ka routine tha, aur woh bhi mahine mein ek-do baar. Baaki time sirf “thak gaya hoon Shanti” bolke so jaata. Andar hi andar usko bhi guilt hota tha, lekin woh kabhi admit nahi karta. Ramesh ek aisa aadmi tha jo duniya ko dikhaane ke liye perfect pati ban sakta tha, lekin apni biwi ko andar se khaali kar deta tha.


Ab Shanti. 41 saal ki umar, lekin dekhne mein bilkul 32-33 ki lagti thi. Gora rang, lambe kaale baal jo hamesha tight bun mein bandhe rehte, 38D ke bhare-bhare boobs jo saree ke blouse mein mushkil se samate the, patli kamar aur sabse zabardast – woh gol-gol, tight aur bhari hui gaand jo har kadam pe hilti thi. Gale mein hamesha mangalsutra, maathe pe bindi, kaan mein chhoti si baliyaan. Bilkul ek ideal Indian housewife. Subah mandir jaati, puja karti, beta aur pati ke liye khana banati, ghar sambhalti. Log kehte the “Shanti bahu toh devi hai.” Lekin raaton mein jab Ramesh thak ke so jaata, woh chupke se apne haath apni taangon ke beech le jaati aur aankhein band karke kuch aur sochti. Kabhi kabhi aansu bhi nikal aate. Woh pativrata thi, sachchi, lekin uske sharir mein aag thi jo bujhne ka naam nahi le rahi thi. Usne kabhi kisi ko kuch nahi bataya. Bas sehti rahi.


Unka beta Darpan. 20 saal. Abhi 12th pass kiya hai, college admission ke liye taiyaari kar raha. Lambaa, handsome, sharp features. Bahar se bilkul seedha-saadha ladka – mummy ka laadla, papa ka sapno ka raja. Lekin andar? Ek aag thi jo dheere dheere usko kha rahi thi. Jab se 18 saal ka hua tha, usne porn dekhna shuru kiya tha. Pehle normal ladkiyaan, phir mature auratein, aur dheere dheere uski nazar apni hi maa pe tikne lagi thi. Woh raat ko chupke se mummy ke room ke bahar khada hokar unke saans lene ki awaaz sunta tha. Unki saree mein lipti gaand dekh ke uska lund khada ho jaata. Woh jaanta tha yeh galat hai, lekin usko rok nahi paata tha. Darpan ka plan dheere dheere ban raha tha – apni maa ko apni randi banana, usko apne control mein rakhna, aur uske saath woh sab karna jo uske andar ki hawas chahti thi.


Darpan ke sabse kareebi dost Rahul. 20 saal, same college. Woh Darpan se bhi zyada harami aur confident tha. Lambaa, gym-toned body, hamesha smile pe. Bachpan se Darpan ke ghar aata jaata tha. Shanti ko “aunty” kehta tha lekin andar se uski maa pe crush tha uska. Rahul ladkiyon ko patane mein master tha. Usne Darpan ko bahut baar kaha tha – “Teri maa ko dekh ke lagta hai jaise woh tadap rahi hai bhai.” Darpan ne kabhi jawab nahi diya tha tab, lekin ab soch raha tha ki Rahul ko is khel mein shaamil karna padega.


Baaki teen dost baad mein enter karenge, lekin unka naam abhi se bata deta hoon taaki picture clear ho jaaye:


Ravi – 21 saal, thoda gunda type, heavy built, rough language. Woh group ka muscle tha.
Sumit – 20 saal, smart aur manipulative, sabse zyada planning wala.
Brijesh – 19 saal, sabse chhota, lekin sabse bada pervert. Camera aur recording ka shauqeen.

Inke alawa story mein aur kuch important log aayenge – jaise Shanti ki saheli Meena aunty (jo thodi suspicious aur thodi jealous type hai), ek college ki senior ladki jo Darpan ko target karegi taaki jealousy create ho, aur ek powerful bully figure jo climax mein major twist laayega. Lekin abhi story shuru hai ghar ke andar se.



Ek normal shaam thi. Ramesh office se lauta tha, thaka hua chehra. Shanti kitchen mein khadi thi, saree ka pallu side mein khiska hua, paseene se bhari gardan chamak rahi thi. Darpan hall mein baitha laptop pe kuch dekh raha tha lekin aankhein baar baar kitchen ki taraf ja rahi thi.


“Shanti, chai bana de,” Ramesh ne sofe pe baithte hue bola, bina uski taraf dekhe.


“Ji,” Shanti ne dheemi awaaz mein kaha. Usne chai banayi, cup mein daali aur Ramesh ke paas rakhi. Jab woh jhuki toh uska blouse ka gala thoda khula tha. Darpan ne door se woh nazara dekha aur uska haath apni jeans ke upar se dab gaya.


Ramesh chai peete hue bola, “Aaj office mein bahut kaam tha. Kal bhi late ho jaayega.”


Shanti kuch nahi boli. Bas muskurayi aur wapas kitchen mein chali gayi. Uske andar ek halki si cheekh uthi – “Kab tak yeh zindagi jeeyun main?”


Darpan ne notice kiya. Woh utha aur kitchen mein ghus gaya.


“Mummy, paani do na.”


Shanti ne glass bhara aur beta ko diya. Unki aankhein mil gayi. Sirf ek second ke liye, lekin Darpan ne dekha – uski maa ki aankhon mein woh pyaas thi jo kisi maa ki aankhon mein nahi honi chahiye.


“Beta college ki taiyaari kaisi chal rahi hai?” Shanti ne pucha, apni awaaz ko normal rakhne ki koshish karte hue.


“Theek hai mummy. Rahul aane wala hai aaj, padhne ke liye.”


“Accha, bata dena khana kha ke jaayega.”


Darpan ne haan kaha aur bahar nikal gaya. Uske dimag mein plan ka pehla step ban raha tha. Rahul ko ghar laana, mummy ke paas baithana, dheere dheere uske mann mein ghusna.


Shaam ko Rahul aaya. Normal baatein, padhai, college. Lekin jab Shanti chai leke aayi, Rahul ne uski taraf dekha aur muskurate hue bola, “Aunty aap aaj bhi itni sundar lag rahi ho. Uncle kitne lucky hain.”


Shanti sharma gayi. “Chup kar badmash. Uncle office se thake hue aate hain.”


Ramesh hall mein hi sofe pe let gaya tha. TV chal raha tha lekin uski aankhein band thi.


Darpan ne notice kiya ki Rahul ki nazar Shanti ke hips pe ruk gayi thi jab woh wapas kitchen ja rahi thi. Usne apne dost ko aankh maari. Rahul ne smile kiya.


Raat ko sab so gaye. Ramesh aur Shanti apne room mein. Darpan apne room mein. Lekin Darpan soya nahi. Woh chupke se utha aur apne parents ke room ke bahar khada ho gaya. Darwaza thoda khula tha. Andar se sirf Ramesh ki kharrate sunai de rahe the. Shanti karvat badal rahi thi, uski saans tez thi.


Darpan wahan khade khade soch raha tha – “Mummy, ab jaldi hi tum meri ho jaogi. Aur phir hum dono milkar is ghar ko apna khel bana denge.”


Us raat Darpan ne decide kar liya – pehla step: papa aur mummy ke beech aur doori badhana. Fake affair ka idea uske dimag mein ghumne laga.



Chapter 2: Dooriyan Badhti Ja Rahi Hain

Overall Arc Connection: Chapter 1 ne family ke surface-level normalcy aur andar ki khali jagah ko establish kiya. Ab Chapter 2 mein dheere dheere emotional cracks badhte hain. Darpan ka plan shuru hota hai – papa-mummy ke beech distance badhana aur Rahul ko slowly introduce karna. Shanti ki frustration peak pe pahunchti hai, lekin abhi woh sirf andar hi jal rahi hai. Yeh chapter buildup ka solid base banata hai.

Subah ka waqt tha. Surya abhi abhi nikla tha aur ghar mein halki si thandak bhi thi. Shanti kitchen mein khadi thi, chai bana rahi thi. Usne aaj bhi apni favorite cream-colored saree pehni thi, jo uske curves ko subtly highlight karti thi. Gale mein mangalsutra chamak raha tha, lekin uski aankhon mein woh chamak nahi thi.


Ramesh table pe baitha newspaper padh raha tha. “Aaj office mein meeting hai, raat ko late ho jaunga,” usne bina upar dekhe bola.


Shanti ne sirf “Ji” kaha. Usne chai ka cup table pe rakha aur Ramesh ke chehre ko dekha – thaka hua, behtar. Uske mann mein ek halki si cheekh uthi: “Kab tak yeh routine chalega? Main aurat hoon ya sirf ghar ki malkin?”


Darpan apne room se bahar aaya. Usne mummy ko dekha – woh jhuk kar kuch utha rahi thi. Uske dil ki dhadkan tez ho gayi, lekin usne muskurate hue normal awaaz mein bola, “Mummy, aaj nashta kya hai?”


“Paratha aur dahi beta,” Shanti ne pyaar se jawab diya aur uske sar pe haath pher diya. Woh abhi bhi apne bete ko apna laadla samajhti thi. Darpan ne uske haath ko pakad ke thoda zyada der tak rakha – sirf ek second extra, lekin enough to feel the warmth.


Ramesh utha, “Main nikal raha hoon.” Usne Shanti ko sirf ek jaldi sa kiss forehead pe diya aur chala gaya. Darwaza band hone ki awaaz ke baad ghar mein sannata ho gaya.


Shanti ne dheemi saans li. “Beta, tu bhi college ja raha hai na?”


“Haan mummy, lekin pehle park mein Rahul se milna hai. Padhai discuss karenge.”


Shanti ne muskurate hue kaha, “Theek hai, lekin ghar jaldi aana. Aur Rahul ko bhi bula lena kabhi dinner ke liye.”


Darpan ne andar se smile kiya. Plan ka pehla step set tha.


Park Scene (Darpan & Rahul ka planning)


Park mein bench pe baith kar dono dost cigarette sulga rahe the. Darpan ne pura backstory bataya – mummy ki frustration, papa ki indifference, aur uski apni dark ichchha.


Rahul ne aankhein chhoti kar ke suna aur bola, “Bhai, teri maa ekdum maal hai. Main bachpan se hi sochta tha… lekin ab serious plan chahiye. Direct nahi chalega. Pehle usko ehsaas dilana padega ki woh akeli hai.”


Darpan ne plan outline kiya:


Ramesh ka mobile thoda monitor karna (fake messages ka idea).
Rahul ka ghar aana-jaana badhana, cooking aur normal baaton ke bahane.
Shanti ke mann mein papa ke against chhoti-chhoti baatein daalna.

Rahul excited tha, “Main expert hoon mature auraton ko patane mein. Lekin tu control mat chhodna bhai. Yeh teri maa hai, final call tera.”


Dono ne haath milaaya. Tension point yeh tha ki Rahul thoda zyada eager tha – Darpan ko lag raha tha ki usko dheere dheere handle karna padega, warna game bigad sakta tha.


Evening Ghar – Rahul ka Visit


Shaam ko Rahul ghar aaya. Shanti ne darwaza khola. “Arre beta aaja, Darpan abhi aaya nahi?”


Rahul ne muskurate hue kaha, “Aunty aap ghar ko itna sundar bana deti ho. Aur khud bhi…”


Shanti sharma gayi, “Chup kar pagle. Chai piyega?”


Haan aunty.”


Dono hall mein baithe baatein karne lage. Rahul ne cooking ke baare mein poocha, Shanti khul ke baatein karne lagi. Woh bahut din baad kisi se itni normal baat kar rahi thi. Darpan door se dekh raha tha – uski maa ki smile mein ek alag chamak thi.


Ramesh late aaya. Thaka hua tha. Usne sirf “Rahul beta” bola aur sofe pe let gaya.


Dinner ke time table pe sab baithe. Shanti khana paros rahi thi. Ramesh ne ek baar bhi uski taraf dekha nahi. Darpan ne notice kiya ki Shanti ke haath thode kaanp rahe the.


Raat ko sab so gaye. Darpan ne chupke se apne room se bahar jhaanka. Shanti kitchen mein khadi thi, akeli, paani pi rahi thi. Uske chehre pe udaasi thi.


Shanti ka Internal Monologue -


Shanti apne room mein leti hui thi. Ramesh kharrate le raha tha. Usne aankhein band ki aur socha:


“Main kya galat kar rahi hoon? Pativrata hoon, beta ka ghar sambhalti hoon, puja karti hoon… phir bhi raaton mein yeh aag kyun nahi bujhati? Ramesh… tune mujhe kabhi aurat ki tarah feel nahi karaya. Ab yeh Rahul… bas baatein karta hai, lekin kitna accha lagta hai.”


Usne karvat badli. Uske mann mein guilt aur excitement ka sangam ho raha tha.


Usi raat Darpan ne Ramesh ka mobile dekha (jo hall mein charging pe tha). Ek message tha office colleague Seema se: “Kal late meeting ke baad coffee?” Yeh sirf casual tha, lekin Darpan ke liye perfect fuel.


Agli subah Darpan ne Rahul ko call kiya: “Game shuru.”


Lekin usi subah Shanti ne apne phone pe ek anonymous message dekha (Darpan ne fake ID se bheja tha testing ke liye): “Aap akeli kyun hain? Aapke jaise aurat ko khush rakhne wale bahut hain.”


Shanti dar gayi… lekin delete nahi kiya. Usne message ko dheere se padha aur phone side pe rakh diya. Uski saans tez ho gayi.



Chapter 3: Chhoti Chhoti Baatein, Badi Aag

Pichhle chapter mein dooriyan badh rahi thi, ab woh dooriyan aur gehri hoti ja rahi thi. Shanti ke mann mein ek naya toofan uth raha tha – woh anonymous message uske dil mein baar baar goonj raha tha. “Aap akeli kyun hain?” Yeh line usko raat bhar sone nahi de rahi thi. Woh jaanti thi yeh galat hai, lekin phir bhi phone utha ke baar baar padh leti thi. Pativrata dharma aur sharir ki bhookh ke beech woh phansi hui thi.


Subah ka waqt. Ramesh jaldi hi office ke liye nikal gaya tha. Aaj bhi usne sirf “Bye” bola aur chala gaya. Shanti darwaze tak usko chodne gayi, lekin uski aankhon mein koi umeed nahi thi. Jab woh wapas aayi toh Darpan kitchen mein khada tha, mummy ko dekhte hue.


“Mummy, aaj mood kaisa hai?” Darpan ne pyaar se poocha, uske peeche se aate hue.


Shanti thoda chaunk gayi. “Theek hai beta. Tu college ja raha hai na?”


“Haan, lekin Rahul aa raha hai aaj. Woh bol raha tha aapke haath ka khana bahut miss karta hai. Aaj lunch ke liye kuch bana do na.”


Shanti ke chehre pe halki si muskaan aayi. “Accha? Theek hai, bata dena woh aa jaaye.”


Darpan ne andar se smile kiya. Plan dheere dheere aage badh raha tha.
Rahul ka Visit – Cooking Session


Dopahar ke around 1 baje Rahul ghar pahunch gaya. Jeans aur tight T-shirt mein woh aur bhi smart lag raha tha. Shanti ne darwaza khola toh usne seedha compliment maara, “Aunty aaj toh aap bilkul devi lag rahi ho. Yeh cream saree aap pe itni achhi lagti hai.”


Shanti sharma gayi, pallu thoda adjust karte hue. “Bas kar beta, andar aa. Darpan abhi aaya nahi?”


“Woh college mein hai aunty, late ho jaayega. Maine socha aapko kitchen mein help kar doon.” Rahul ne muskurate hue kaha aur seedha kitchen mein ghus gaya.


Shanti ko thoda ajeeb laga, lekin usne mana nahi kiya. Dono kitchen mein kaam karne lage. Shanti sabzi kaat rahi thi, Rahul uske paas khada tha, thoda zyada kareeb.


“Aunty, aapke haath ka khana kha ke lagta hai jaise ghar ka swaad mil gaya ho,” Rahul ne dheere se bola, uski nazar Shanti ke blouse ke upar se ubharte boobs pe jaa ke ruk gayi.


Shanti ne halke se haske kaha, “Tum bhi na… tumhari mummy ko bata doon toh?”


Rahul ne hans ke jawab diya, “Meri mummy toh aap jaisi nahi hai aunty. Aap toh bilkul alag level ki ho. Uncle bahut lucky hain.”


Shanti ke haath thoda ruk gaye. “Lucky? Kabhi kabhi lagta hai… chhod na beta, yeh sab baatein.”


Lekin Rahul ne topic nahi chhoda. “Aunty, sach bataun? Uncle aapko itna time nahi dete lagte hain. Aap itni sundar ho, itni caring… aapko khush rakhna chahiye tha unko.”


Shanti chup rahi. Uske mann mein woh anonymous message phir se goonja. Usne sirf muskurake topic badal diya, “Chal, aaj aloo matar banaate hain. Tu mirchi kaat.”


Dono baatein karte rahe. Rahul dheere dheere double meaning baatein daal raha tha – “Aunty, aapka haath bahut soft hai… jo cheez aap chhooti ho woh garam ho jaati hai.” Shanti samajh rahi thi, lekin rok nahi rahi thi. Woh andar se tadap rahi thi, kisi ki tareef sunne ko.


Darpan chupke se ghar aaya tha aur door se pura scene dekh raha tha. Uske lund mein halki si jhunjhunahat hui, lekin usne control kiya. “Abhi time nahi hai,” usne apne aap se kaha.


Emotional Drama – Family Dinner aur Shanti ka Guilt


Shaam ko Ramesh aaya. Thaka hua. Table pe khana laga tha – aloo matar, roti, dahi. Sab baithe the. Darpan ne notice kiya ki Shanti baar baar Rahul ke message check kar rahi thi (Rahul ne lunch ke baad thanks ka message bheja tha).


Ramesh ne ek baar bola, “Shanti, kal office tour pe jaana pad sakta hai 4-5 din ke liye.”


Shanti ne sirf “Ji” kaha. Uske chehre pe koi dukh nahi dikha. Yeh Ramesh ko bhi chubha.


Raat ko jab sab so gaye, Shanti apne room mein leti hui thi. Ramesh so chuka tha. Usne phone uthaya aur Rahul ke saath chat shuru ki (pehli baar usne khud initiate kiya).


Shanti: Beta, aaj khana accha bana tha na?Rahul: Aunty bahut accha. Aapka saath hone se aur maza aaya.Shanti: Tum bhi na…Rahul: Aunty sach bolun? Aapke paas baith ke dil ko sukoon milta hai. Uncle aapki kadar nahi karte lagte hain.


Shanti ne message padha aur aankhein band kar li. Uske sharir mein ek current daud gaya. Woh jaanti thi yeh galat hai, lekin phir bhi usne reply kiya: “Kabhi kabhi lagta hai haan…”


Chat dheere dheere personal hoti gayi. Rahul ne usko compliment diye, uski feelings samjhi. Shanti ko pehli baar laga kisi ne usko aurat samjha.


Darpan ka Move aur Hidden Tension


Darpan apne room mein baitha tha. Usne apne laptop pe ek chhota software install kiya tha jo Ramesh ke phone ko track kar sake (fake affair setup ke liye). Us raat usne dekha – Ramesh ka ek colleague Seema ke saath casual chat tha. “Kal coffee?” Darpan ne screenshot le liya. Perfect evidence ban sakta tha.


Subah Darpan kitchen mein gaya. Shanti chai bana rahi thi. Usne mummy ke peeche se jaake usko halke se pakad liya (sirf ek friendly hug ki tarah).


“Mummy, tum theek toh ho na? Papa ke tour ki baat sunke udaas lag rahi ho.”


Shanti ne uske haath ko apne upar se hataya, lekin dheere se. “Beta, sab theek hai. Tu apna khayal rakh.”


Lekin jab Darpan ne usko chhoda, uska haath Shanti ki kamar pe thoda zyada der tak ruka. Shanti ko ehsaas hua, lekin usne kuch nahi kaha. Woh andar se confuse thi – beta ka touch aur Rahul ki baatein, dono usko alag alag tareeke se chhu rahe the.


Us din college mein Darpan aur Rahul mile.


Rahul: “Bhai, teri maa ab thaw rahi hai. Kal chat mein khul ke baat ki usne.”


Darpan: “Achha hai, lekin jaldi mat kar. Pehle usko aur tadpao. Main bhi apna kaam kar raha hoon.”



Chapter 4: Sachchai Ka Zakham


Subah ka suraj ghar mein ghus raha tha, lekin Shanti ke chehre pe andhera chhaya hua tha. Woh mandir ke kamre mein baithi thi, haath jod kar baith gayi. “Bhagwan, mujhe himmat do… main kya kar rahi hoon,” usne dheemi awaaz mein kaha. Lekin uske mann mein woh Rahul wali chat baar baar aa rahi thi.


Darpan apne room mein tha. Usne raat bhar mehnat ki thi – Ramesh ke mobile se kuch real chats copy kiye the aur unme fake messages add kiye the. Ek photo bhi banaya tha (Ramesh aur office ki Seema ka edited version). Ab waqt aa gaya tha sachchai ka zakham dene ka.


Nashte pe Ramesh jaldi nikal gaya. Shanti kitchen mein khadi thi jab Darpan aaya.


“Mummy, baitho na. Mujhe aapse kuch baat karni hai,” Darpan ne serious awaaz mein kaha.


Shanti ne usko dekha. “Kya hua beta? College ki koi problem?”


Darpan ne phone table pe rakh diya aur screen on kiya. “Mummy… yeh dekho. Mujhe yeh sab pata chal gaya hai.”


Shanti ne messages padhe. Pehle toh samajh nahi aaya, phir uska chehra safed pad gaya. Messages mein Ramesh Seema ko “jaanu” bol raha tha, milne ka plan bana raha tha. Photo mein dono coffee shop mein close dikhte the.


“ Yeh… yeh kya hai beta?” Shanti ki awaaz kaanp rahi thi.


Darpan ne uske haath ko pakda. “Mummy, maine accidentally papa ka phone check kiya tha. Yeh sab chal raha hai. Aapke saath yeh… main tolerate nahi kar sakta.”


Shanti ke aankhon se aansu behne lage. Woh chair pe baith gayi, haath se muh dhak liya. “Main itni saalon se… uske liye sab kuch karti rahi. Puja, vrat, ghar… aur yeh?”


Darpan ne usko gale lagaya – yeh hug thoda zyada der tak tha. “Mummy, aap akeli nahi ho. Main hoon na. Aap jo chahein, main aapke liye karunga.”


Shanti ne rote hue usko aur tightly pakda. Us pal usko apne bete ke siwa koi sahara nahi dikha.


Rahul Ka Visit – Calculated Support


Dopahar mein Rahul aaya. Darpan ne usko sab bata diya tha. Rahul ne Shanti ko dekha – uski aankhein red thi.


“Aunty… kya hua?” usne pyaar se poocha.


Shanti ne sab bata diya (Darpan ke kehne pe). Rahul ne uske paas baith kar uska haath pakda. “Aunty, aap itni achhi ho. Uncle ko yeh karne ka koi haq nahi. Aap deserve karti ho khush rehna.”


Shanti ne kuch nahi kaha, bas aansu ponchti rahi. Rahul ne dheere se uski peeth pe haath phera – comforting touch, lekin Darpan door se dekh raha tha. Tension badh rahi thi.


Darpan ne Rahul ko aankh maari – “Slow.”



Evening Dinner – Heavy Silence


Ramesh shaam ko aaya. Table pe khana laga tha. Sab chup-chaap kha rahe the. Shanti ne Ramesh ki taraf dekha bhi nahi. Ramesh ko kuch ajeeb laga.


“Kya hua aaj sabko?” usne poocha.


Darpan ne normal jawab diya, “Kuch nahi papa.”


Shanti ne roka nahi, bas khana khati rahi. Uske mann mein toofan tha – betrayal, gussa, aur ek naya ehsaas ki ab woh bhi kuch kar sakti hai.


Raat ko Ramesh so gaya. Shanti bahar baithi thi. Meena aunty ka call aaya.


“Shanti, suni hai tere pati ke baare mein office mein koi aur hai… sach hai kya?”


Shanti ne call cut kar diya. Ab duniya bhi jaan rahi thi.



Shanti ka Internal Breakdown & Resolve


Raat ke 2 baje Shanti apne room mein baithi thi. Aansu beh rahe the. Usne mandir ke saamne baith kar puja ki, lekin mann nahi laga. Phir usne phone uthaya aur Rahul ko message kiya:


“Rahul beta… mujhe bahut bura lag raha hai. Kya main galat hoon jo yeh sab feel kar rahi hoon?”


Rahul ne turant reply kiya – supportive words, aur ek chhota compliment jo usko garam kar gaya.


Darpan apne room mein baitha pura scene monitor kar raha tha (usne chhupa camera setup kar liya tha hall mein). Uske chehre pe satisfaction tha, lekin ek chhoti si guilt bhi.



Chapter 5: Akeli Ghar, Uthi Aag


Ramesh ke jaane ke do din baad ghar mein sannata chaaya hua tha. Station tak chhodne gaya tha Darpan apne papa ko. Ramesh ne platform pe khade hokar Shanti ko dekha aur bola, “Khayal rakhna apna. Darpan hai ghar pe.” Bas itna hi. Koi gehra pyar nahi, koi “miss karunga” nahi. Train chali gayi toh Shanti ka dil aur bhari ho gaya. Mangalsutra usne abhi bhi nahi pehna tha. Drawer mein pada tha jaise koi purana yaad.


Ghar lautte waqt Darpan ne mummy ka haath pakad liya. “Mummy, ab sirf hum dono hain. Jo bhi chahiye bata dena mujhe.”


Shanti ne sirf muskurane ki koshish ki. “Haan beta.”


Lekin andar se toofan uth raha tha. Rahul ka last message abhi bhi phone pe tha – “Aunty akele ho toh bata dena… main aa jaun.”



Dopahar ke around 2 baje doorbell baji. Shanti ne darwaza khola toh Rahul khada tha, haath mein ek chhota sa gift packet aur muskurahat.


“Aunty… aaj akele ho na? Darpan college gaya hai kya?”


Shanti ne darwaza khula chhod diya. “Haan beta, andar aa. Darpan shaam ko aayega.”


Rahul andar aaya aur packet uske haath mein thama diya. “Yeh aapke liye. Aap itni udaas ho… thoda smile aa jaaye.”


Shanti ne packet khola – andar ek chhoti si silver payal thi, bahut sundar. Uske aankhon mein aansu aa gaye. “Rahul beta… yeh sab kyun?”


Rahul ne uske paas aake dheere se uska haath pakad liya. “Kyunki aunty, aap deserve karti ho. Uncle ne aapko kabhi yeh feel nahi karaya na? Main karna chahta hoon.”


Shanti ka haath kaanp raha tha. Usne haath chhudane ki koshish ki, lekin Rahul ne chhoda nahi. “Beta… yeh galat hai. Main teri aunty hoon… Darpan ki mummy.”


Rahul ne dheemi awaaz mein bola, “Aunty, aap aurat bhi ho. Aur har aurat ko pyaar aur khushi ka haq hai. Aap akeli kyun tadap rahi ho jab main yahan hoon?”


Shanti ne aankhein band kar li. Uske mann mein Ramesh ka chehra aur woh edited photo aa gaya. Usne dheere se haath chhudaya aur boli, “Chai bana deti hoon.”


Dono kitchen mein gaye. Rahul peeche-peeche. Jab Shanti choolhe pe khadi thi, Rahul ne uske bilkul kareeb khade hokar uski kamar pe halka sa haath rakh diya. “Aunty, aapki kamar itni patli hai ab bhi… kitna maintain karti ho.”


Shanti ka sharir ek current se guzar gaya. Usne kuch nahi kaha, bas chai banati rahi. Lekin uski saans tez ho gayi thi.



Darpan college se jaldi aa gaya tha. Usne chupke se ghar ke peeche wali khidki se dekha. Rahul mummy ke bahut kareeb khada tha. Shanti ke chehre pe woh tadap dikhai de rahi thi jo Darpan chahta tha. Usne phone pe recording on kar li – sirf audio, backup ke liye.


Andar Rahul ne aur gehra shot maara. “Aunty, agar aap chahein toh main aapko woh sukh de sakta hoon jo uncle kabhi nahi de paye. Bas ek baar haan bol do.”


Shanti ne usko dhakel diya, halke se. “Rahul… mat bol aisi baatein. Main… main toot rahi hoon andar se.”


Rahul ne peeche hat kar usko dekha. “Toh tootne do aunty. Main jod dunga aapko. Aap meri ho jaao.”


Shanti ne aankhon se aansu ponchhe aur boli, “Tu ja beta abhi. Darpan aa jayega.”


Rahul muskuraya aur chala gaya. Darwaze tak pahunch kar usne peeche mud ke kaha, “Intezaar karunga aunty. Aap jab bhi ready ho.”



Shaam ko Darpan ghar aaya. Shanti kitchen mein thi, aankhein red. Darpan ne usko gale lagaya – is baar bahut tightly.


“Mummy, kya hua? Papa ki yaad aa rahi hai?”


Shanti ne rote hue uske seene mein muh chhupa liya. “Beta… tere papa ne mujhe dhoka diya. Main kya karun ab?”


Darpan ne uske baal sahlate hue bola, “Mummy, aap akeli nahi ho. Main hoon na. Jo bhi chahiye… main poora karunga. Aap bas khush raho.”


Us pal Shanti ko apne bete ki bahon mein bahut sukoon mila. Woh aur tightly lipat gayi. Darpan ka haath uski peeth pe tha, dheere dheere neeche ki taraf ja raha tha lekin usne control kiya. Abhi time nahi tha.


Raat ko Karva Chauth ka vrat tha. Shanti ne pehle se taiyaari ki thi – saree pehni, mehndi lagayi, chhoti si puja ki. Lekin jab chaand nikla toh usne paani nahi piya. Usne sirf Ramesh ki photo dekhi aur aansu behne lage.


Darpan ne dekha aur paas aaya. “Mummy, yeh vrat kyun? Papa ke liye? Unhone aapke liye kya kiya?”


Shanti ne photo side pe rakh diya. “Beta… main nahi jaanti ab.”


Darpan ne uske haath mein paani ka glass thama diya. “Aap jo chahein karo mummy. Main aapke saath hoon.”


Shanti ne glass dekha, phir Darpan ko. Usne dheere se glass muh se lagaya aur paani pi liya. Vrat tod diya. Us pal usne apne aap ko Ramesh se bilkul alag kar liya.



Raat ke 11 baje. Darpan apne room mein tha. Hidden camera se woh dekh raha tha – Shanti apne bed pe leti hui thi, phone haath mein. Rahul se chat chal rahi thi.


Shanti: Rahul… aaj bahut akela feel ho raha hai.
Rahul: Aunty main aa jaun?
Shanti: Nahi… Darpan ghar pe hai.
Rahul: Phir bhi… aapko sirf ek baar chhoo lene do. Aap tadap rahi ho main jaanta hoon.


Shanti ne message padha aur phone side pe rakh diya. Usne aankhein band ki aur haath dheere se apni saree ke andar le gayi. Darpan screen pe dekh raha tha – uski maa khud ko chhu rahi thi, dheere dheere, aur uske muh se halki si siskari nikal rahi thi. “Rahul…”


Darpan ka lund sakht ho gaya tha. Lekin usne kuch nahi kiya. Bas dekhta raha. Uske mann mein ek naya plan ban raha tha – ab mummy ko aur tadpana hai, itna tadpana ki woh khud uske paas aaye.



Chapter 6: Nazdeekiyan, Aur Gehri Tadap



Ghar mein ab raaton ka sannata bhi alag lagta tha. Ramesh ke jaane ke baad jaise saara ghar Shanti ke andar ki aag ko mehsoos kar raha tha. Mangalsutra abhi bhi drawer mein pada tha. Shanti roz subah mandir jaati, puja karti, lekin uske haath kaanpte the. Vrat todne ke baad se usko apne aap pe gussa bhi aa raha tha, aur ek ajeeb si azaadi bhi mehsoos ho rahi thi.


Subah Darpan utha toh Shanti kitchen mein thi. Aaj usne halki green saree pehni thi, jo uske gora badan pe bilkul fit baith rahi thi. Baal khule hue the, thode geele, abhi naha ke nikli thi. Darpan ne dekha aur uska dil zor se dhak dhak karne laga.


“Mummy… chai ready hai kya?” usne normal awaaz mein poocha, lekin aankhein mummy ke blouse ke ubhaar pe ruk gayi thi.


Shanti ne mud kar dekha. Uske chehre pe thakaan aur ek naya glow tha. “Haan beta, baith. Main laga deti hoon.”


Darpan table pe baith gaya. Jab Shanti chai leke aayi, usne jaan-boojh kar jhuk kar rakhi. Pallu thoda khiska hua tha. Darpan ne saans rok li. Shanti ne notice kiya, lekin aankhein jhuka li.


“Beta… kal raat… tu bathroom ja raha tha na?” usne dheere se poocha, bina aankh uthaye.


Darpan ne muskurate hue kaha, “Haan mummy. Neend nahi aa rahi thi. Aap bhi uthi thi?”


Shanti ka chehra laal ho gaya. “Paani peene uthi thi. Tu… towel mein tha.”


Darpan ne uske haath ko pakad liya. “Mummy, sharmao mat. Main toh aapka beta hoon. Aapko jo bhi dekhna ho… dekh sakti ho.”


Shanti ne haath chhudaya aur jaldi se kitchen ki taraf mud gayi. Lekin uski chaal mein ek kampan tha. Woh andar se soch rahi thi – “Yeh kya ho raha hai mere saath? Beta hai mera… phir bhi…”



Dopahar mein Rahul ka message aaya. Shanti ne phone uthaya.


Rahul: Aunty aaj ghar pe ho? Main aa jaun? Bahut mann kar raha hai aapko dekhne ka.


Shanti ne reply kiya: “Darpan ghar pe hai. Aaj mat aana.”


Lekin andar se usko bhi mann kar raha tha. Usne phone side pe rakh diya aur apne room mein chali gayi. Darwaza band kiya aur bed pe let gayi. Uske haath dheere se saree ke andar chale gaye. Woh khud ko chhu rahi thi, aankhein band, aur muh se halki siskari nikal rahi thi. “Rahul… aa ja beta…”


Darpan hall mein baitha tha. Hidden camera se woh pura scene dekh raha tha. Uske lund mein tez jhunjhunahat thi. Usne apna haath pant ke upar se daba liya, lekin control kiya. “Abhi nahi… abhi nahi…”



Shaam ko Darpan mummy ke paas baitha. Aaj unhone saath mein TV dekha. Ek romantic serial chal raha tha jisme pati biwi ke beech dooriyan thi. Shanti chup-chaap dekh rahi thi. Serial mein jab pati biwi ko dhoka deta hai, Shanti ke aankhon se aansu nikal aaye.


Darpan ne usko apne seene se laga liya. “Mummy… rone ki zarurat nahi. Main hoon na aapke saath.”


Shanti ne uske seene mein muh chhupa liya. Uske boobs Darpan ki chhati se dab rahe the. Darpan ka haath uski peeth pe tha, dheere dheere neeche ki taraf ja raha tha. Shanti ne mehsoos kiya, lekin hataya nahi. Bas aur tightly lipat gayi.


“Beta… mujhe bahut dar lag raha hai,” usne siskate hue kaha.


Darpan ne uske sar pe kiss kiya. “Kis baat ka dar mummy? Main aapko kabhi hurt nahi karunga. Jo bhi aap chahein… main dunga.”


Shanti ne uski taraf dekha. Unki aankhein mil gayi. Ek lamha aisa tha jisme dono ke beech kuch gehra baat ho rahi thi. Shanti ne jaldi se aankhein phira li aur boli, “Chai bana deti hoon.”


Lekin jab woh uthi, Darpan ne uska haath pakad kar khinch liya. Shanti uske god mein gir gayi. Dono ki saans tez ho gayi thi.


“Beta… chhod…” Shanti ne dheemi awaaz mein kaha.


Darpan ne uske gaal pe halka sa kiss kiya. “Mummy… aap itni sundar ho. Papa ne aapki kadar nahi ki. Main karunga.”


Shanti ka sharir kaanp raha tha. Usne dheere se Darpan ke seene se sar uthaya aur uth gayi. Kitchen ki taraf jaate waqt uski taangein kaanp rahi thi.



Raat ko Rahul ka call aaya. Shanti ne chupke se utha liya.


“Aunty… aaj bahut mann kar raha tha aapke paas aane ka.”


Shanti ne dheere se kaha, “Rahul… Darpan ghar pe hai. Aur… main confuse ho rahi hoon bahut.”


Rahul ne muskurate hue kaha, “Confuse hone ki zarurat nahi aunty. Aapko jo chahiye woh main de sakta hoon. Aur Darpan bhi samajh jaayega ek din.”


Shanti ne call cut kar diya. Uske mann mein ab teen log ghoom rahe the – Ramesh (jo dhokhebaaz tha), Rahul (jo uski hawas ko jaanta tha), aur Darpan (jo uska beta tha lekin ab kuch aur bhi lag raha tha).


Darpan apne room mein baitha pura call record kar raha tha. Uske chehre pe ek dark satisfaction tha. “Ab mummy… tu khud mere paas aayegi.”




Usi raat ek chhota sa twist hua. Meena aunty ka call aaya Shanti ko. “Shanti, suni hai Ramesh ke baare mein? Office mein kisi ladki ke saath dekha gaya usko. Tu theek toh hai na?”


Shanti ne call pe rote hue sab bata diya. Meena ne comfort diya, lekin usne bhi kaha, “Ab tu bhi apni life jee le behen. Akeli mat reh.”


Call cut hone ke baad Shanti bahar baithi thi. Darpan chupke se aaya aur uske paas baith gaya. Usne mummy ke kandhe pe haath rakh diya.


“Mummy… jo bhi ho, main aapke saath hoon. Humesha.”


Shanti ne uske haath ko apne haath mein le liya aur dheere se dabaya. “Beta… tu mera sab kuch hai ab.”


Dono bahut der tak baith rahe. Hall ka light off tha. Sirf unki saanson ki awaaz aa rahi thi. Darpan ka haath Shanti ki kamar pe tha. Shanti ne usko hataya nahi.


Chapter 7: Haath Se Haath, Dil Se Dil Tak


Raat ka andhera ghar mein faila hua tha. Sirf hall ki corner light halki si chamak rahi thi. Shanti Darpan ke room ke darwaze pe khadi thi, sirf ek halki pink nighty mein. Uske lambe baal khule hue the, aankhon mein neend ki kami aur kuch aur bhi tha – ek tadap jo ab chhup nahi rahi thi.


“Beta… neend nahi aa rahi. Tere paas baith jaun?” uski awaaz kaanp rahi thi.


Darpan bed pe let kar uth baitha. Usne sirf shorts pehne the. “Aa jao mummy… darwaza band kar do.”


Shanti andar aayi. Darwaza dheere se band kiya. Room mein sirf un dono ki saanson ki awaaz thi. Woh bed pe Darpan ke paas baith gayi. Dono ke beech sirf ek haath ka faasla tha.


Darpan ne uska haath pakad liya. “Mummy… kya baat hai? Batao na mujhe.”


Shanti ne uske haath ko tightly pakda. “Beta… main toot rahi hoon. Tere papa ne mujhe jo dhoka diya… uske baad se kuch bhi theek nahi lag raha. Main raat bhar so nahi paati. Kabhi Rahul ki baatein yaad aati hain, kabhi… kabhi tu.”


Darpan ne usko apne seene ki taraf khinch liya. Shanti ne koi virodh nahi kiya. Woh uske seene se lipat gayi. Uske bade boobs Darpan ki chhati se dab rahe the. Darpan ka haath uski peeth pe tha, dheere dheere upar neeche ho raha tha.


“Mummy… aap akeli nahi ho. Main hoon na. Aap jo chahein… main aapko dunga. Pyaar bhi, sukoon bhi… jo bhi chahiye.”


Shanti ne uske seene mein muh chhupa liya. Uske aansu Darpan ki skin pe gir rahe the. “Beta… tu mera beta hai. Yeh sab galat hai na? Phir bhi… tere paas aane se dil ko sukoon milta hai.”


Dono bahut der tak aise hi baith rahe. Darpan ka haath Shanti ki kamar tak pahunch gaya tha. Woh halke se uski kamar sahla raha tha. Shanti ka sharir kaanp raha tha, lekin usne haath hataya nahi. Uske muh se ek halki si siskari nikal gayi.


“Beta… bas yahin reh. Mat ja.”


Darpan ne uske maathe pe kiss kiya. Phir gaal pe. Shanti ne aankhein band kar li. Uske haath Darpan ki peeth pe the, usko aur tightly pakad rahe the.


Raat dheere dheere guzri. Dono aise hi lipte rahe. Koi aur step nahi hua, lekin jo hua woh kaafi tha. Shanti ke dil mein ab beta aur mard dono ka ehsaas hone laga tha.


Subah jab suraj nikla, Shanti Darpan ke bed pe hi soyi hui thi. Darpan uske chehre ko dekhta hua jaag raha tha. Usne dheere se uske baal se khelna shuru kiya. Shanti ki aankh khuli toh woh chaunk gayi.


“Beta… main yahan kaise?”


Darpan ne muskurate hue kaha, “Raat ko aap yahin so gayi thi mummy. Theek hai na?”


Shanti ne jaldi se uthne ki koshish ki. Usaki nighty thodi upar chadhi hui thi. Usne pallu theek kiya aur boli, “Main nashta bana deti hoon.”


Lekin jaate waqt usne peeche mud kar Darpan ko dekha. Uski aankhon mein sharm thi, lekin ek naya pyaar bhi.



Dopahar mein Meena aunty ghar aa gayi. Shanti ne usko andar bulaya. Dono hall mein baith kar baatein karne lagi.


“Shanti, Ramesh ke baare mein jo suna hai… sach hai kya?” Meena ne poocha.


Shanti ne aansu ponchhte hue sab bata diya. Meena ne usko gale lagaya. “Ab tu apni life jee le behen. Akeli mat reh. Aur yeh Darpan ladka bahut accha hai. Uski taraf dekha kar.”


Shanti ne kuch nahi kaha, bas sar hilaya. Meena ke jaane ke baad woh sochne lagi – “Sabko pata chal raha hai. Ab main kya karun?”


Usi beech Rahul ka message aaya: “Aunty aaj mil sakte hain? Bahut yaad aa rahi hai aapki.”


Shanti ne reply kiya: “Darpan ghar pe hai. Kal try karte hain.”


Lekin uske mann mein ab Darpan zyada ghoom raha tha.


Shaam ko Darpan college se aaya. Shanti uske liye khana laga rahi thi. Darpan peeche se aaya aur usko halke se pakad liya – peeth se.


“Mummy… aaj bahut sundar lag rahi ho.”


Shanti ne uske haathon ko apne upar se hatane ki koshish ki, lekin dheere se. “Beta… chhod. Koi dekh lega.”


“Ghar mein sirf hum dono hain mummy,” Darpan ne uske kaan mein dheere se kaha.


Shanti ka sharir ek baar phir kaanp gaya. Usne mud kar Darpan ko dekha. Unki aankhein mil gayi. Darpan ne uske honthon ke bahut kareeb jaakar ruk gaya. Shanti ki saans tez ho gayi, lekin woh peeche nahi hati.


“Beta… yeh galat hai,” usne halki si awaaz mein kaha.


Darpan ne uske gaal pe halka sa kiss kiya. “Galat kya hai mummy? Jo dil chahta hai woh galat kaise ho sakta hai?”


Shanti ne aankhein band kar li. Usne Darpan ke seene pe sar rakh diya. Dono kuch der aise hi khade rahe. Darpan ka haath uski kamar pe tha, usko apne se chipkaye hue.


Raat ko dinner ke baad dono hall mein baith kar baatein kar rahe the. Shanti ne apni purani yaadein batayi – college ki, shaadi ki. Darpan ne sunte hue uska haath thaam liya.


“Mummy… aap itni akeli kyun rahi itne saalon se?”


Shanti ne aansu rokte hue kaha, “Kya karti beta? Pativrata thi main. Ab bhi hoon… lekin dil toot chuka hai.”


Darpan ne usko gale laga liya. Is baar hug bahut gehra tha. Shanti ne bhi usko tightly pakad liya. Unke shareer ek dusre se bilkul chipke hue the. Darpan ki saans Shanti ke kaan pe pad rahi thi.


“Beta… bas yahin reh aaj raat,” Shanti ne dheemi awaaz mein kaha.


Dono Darpan ke room mein chale gaye. Bed pe let gaye. Shanti Darpan ke seene pe sar rakh kar leti hui thi. Darpan ka haath uske baal mein tha. Raat bhar dono aise hi baatein karte rahe – pyar ki, dard ki, aur kuch ankahe ehsaason ki.


Shanti ne kabhi kabhi Darpan ki chhati pe haath phera. Darpan ne uski kamar sahlayi. Koi had paar nahi hui, lekin jo ho raha tha woh bahut gehra tha.



Raat ke 3 baje Shanti uthi. Woh bathroom gayi. Wapas aate waqt usne Darpan ko dekha – woh so raha tha, shorts mein uska ubhaar saaf dikhai de raha tha. Shanti bahut der tak dekhti rahi. Uske haath apne aap neeche ki taraf gaye, lekin usne rok liya.


Woh wapas bed pe let gayi aur Darpan se chipak gayi. Uske muh se halki si siskari nikal gayi, “Beta… kya kar raha hai tu mere saath…”


Darpan ne jaag kar usko aur tightly pakad liya. “Jo aap chahti ho mummy… wohi kar raha hoon.”



Chapter 8: Do Ladke, Ek Tadap


Raat ke baad subah ka suraj ghar mein ghus raha tha, lekin Shanti ke mann mein andhera aur gehra hota ja raha tha. Usne Darpan ke bed se uth kar apne room mein aane ki koshish ki thi, lekin uske pair nahi uth rahe the. Woh bed pe hi baithi thi, raat bhar Darpan ke seene se chipke hue. Uske haath abhi bhi uske beta ke badan pe the. Dil mein ek ajeeb si ladai chal rahi thi – “Yeh mera beta hai… mera laal… phir yeh ehsaas kyun?”


Darpan jaag chuka tha. Usne mummy ke baal mein haath phera aur dheere se bola, “Mummy… subah ho gayi. Theek ho na?”


Shanti ne uske seene se sar uthaya. Uski aankhein laal thi. “Beta… kal raat jo hua… woh galat tha na? Main teri maa hoon.”


Darpan ne uske gaal ko sahlaate hue kaha, “Galat kya hai mummy? Jo dil ko sukoon de woh galat kaise? Aap itni akeli thi… main aapko akela nahi chhodunga.”


Shanti ne kuch nahi kaha. Bas uth kar apne room mein chali gayi. Darwaza band karte waqt usne peeche mud kar Darpan ko dekha. Uske dil mein ek naya darr aur ek naya pyaar dono jag rahe the.


Dopahar mein ghar mein toofan aane wala tha. Rahul ne bina bataye ghar pahunch gaya. Darwaza Shanti ne khola toh uska chehra laal ho gaya.


“Rahul… tu yahan? Darpan college gaya hai.”


Rahul andar ghus aaya aur darwaza band kar diya. “Aunty… main aur intezaar nahi kar sakta. Aapki yaad mein din raat tadap raha hoon.”


Usne Shanti ko diwar se sata diya. Shanti ka saans tez ho gaya. “Rahul… mat kar… beta aa jayega.”


Rahul ne uske honthon ke bahut kareeb jaakar kaha, “Aunty, aapko pata hai aap kya chahti ho. Uncle ne aapko dhoka diya. Ab main hoon na… ek baar mauka do.”


Shanti ne usko dhakelne ki koshish ki, lekin uski taakat nahi thi. Rahul ne uske gale pe halka sa kiss kiya. Shanti ka sharir kaanp utha. Uske muh se halki si siskari nikal gayi.


Lekin usi waqt darwaze ki awaaz hui. Darpan college se jaldi aa gaya tha.


Shanti ne jaldi se Rahul ko dhakel diya aur darwaza kholne bhagi. Darpan andar aaya toh usne dekha – Rahul hall mein baitha tha aur Shanti kitchen ki taraf ja rahi thi, chehra laal.


Darpan ne kuch nahi kaha. Bas Rahul ko aankh maari aur apne room mein chala gaya. Rahul samajh gaya – abhi rukna padega.




Shaam ko teeno hall mein baithe the. Khana khate waqt bahut silence tha. Shanti khana paros rahi thi. Uske haath kaanp rahe the. Darpan aur Rahul dono usko dekh rahe the.


Darpan ne dheere se bola, “Mummy… aaj aap thak gayi lag rahi ho. Aaram kar lo.”


Rahul ne muskurate hue kaha, “Haan aunty, aap bahut tension mein ho. Main hoon na… baat kar lo mujhse.”


Shanti ne dono ko dekha. Uske dil mein ab dono ladke ghoom rahe the. Ek beta jo har pal saath tha, dusra woh jo uski hawas ko jaanta tha.


Raat ko Darpan ne Rahul ko bahar bheja aur mummy ke paas baith gaya. “Mummy… Rahul kyun aaya tha aaj?”


Shanti ne jhuk kar kaha, “Beta… woh bas milne aaya tha.”


Darpan ne uska haath pakad liya. “Mummy… jo bhi ho, mujhe bata dena. Main aapka beta hoon… lekin aapki har khushi ka khayal rakhunga.”


Shanti ne uske haath ko dabaya. “Beta… tu mujhe samajhta hai na?”


Darpan ne usko gale laga liya. Is baar hug mein gehra pyaar tha. Shanti ne bhi usko tightly pakad liya. Unke shareer ek dusre se bilkul lage hue the. Darpan ka haath uski kamar pe tha, Shanti ka sar uske kandhe pe.


Raat bhar dono aise hi baith rahe. Kabhi baatein, kabhi khamoshi. Shanti ke mann mein ab confusion aur gehra hota ja raha tha.




Meena Aunty Ka Twist


Agli subah Meena aunty phir aayi. Usne Shanti ko alag leke baat ki, “Shanti, Rahul yahan bahut aata jaata hai suna hai. Darpan ke dost hai lekin… tu theek toh hai na? Koi galat toh nahi kar rahi?”


Shanti ne ghabra kar mana kar diya. “Nahi behen… bas baatein hoti hain.”


Lekin Meena ki baat uske dil mein ghus gayi. Ab usko darr bhi lag raha tha.


Usi din Ramesh ka call aaya. “Shanti, sab theek hai na? Main 10 din aur ruk sakta hoon office ke kaam se.”


Shanti ne thande swar mein kaha, “Ji… jo aapko theek lage.”


Call cut karte hi usne phone phenk diya. Uske andar ka gussa phoot pada. Woh ro padi.


Darpan ne usko pakad liya. “Mummy… bas karo. Ab aur nahi sehna.”


Shanti ne uske seene mein muh chhupa liya aur rote hue boli, “Beta… mujhe bacha le. Main toot rahi hoon.”


Darpan ne uske sar pe kiss kiya aur dheere se uski peeth sahlayi. Uske haath dheere dheere neeche ki taraf ja rahe the. Shanti ne rok nahi kiya.



Raat ko Rahul ne phir message kiya. Shanti ne padha aur reply kiya, “Kal aa jaana… Darpan college jayega.”


Lekin us message ke baad usne Darpan ke room ki taraf dekha. Uski aankhon mein ab Darpan zyada tha.


Darpan ne hidden camera se sab dekha tha. Uske chehre pe ek muskurahat thi. Ab waqt aa gaya tha mummy ko apna banane ka.



Chapter 9: Teesra Kadam, Dil Ka Faisla



Ghar mein ab hawa bhi bhari hui thi. Shanti subah uthi toh usne dekha Darpan abhi bhi so raha tha. Usne dheere se uske room mein ghus kar uske chehre ko dekha. Uske beta ka chehra itna sukoon bhara tha, lekin Shanti ke dil mein toofan tha. Kal raat ki baatein, woh tight hug, woh touch… sab kuch uske dimag mein ghum raha tha.


Woh kitchen mein gayi aur nashta banane lagi. Aaj usne apni favorite red saree pehni thi, jo uske badan ko aur bhi attractive bana rahi thi. Mangalsutra abhi bhi drawer mein tha. Usne socha – “Aaj kya hone wala hai is ghar mein?”


Darpan utha aur kitchen mein aaya. Peeche se mummy ko pakad liya, bilkul normal beta wali tarah, lekin haath thoda zyada der tak uski kamar pe ruka.


“Mummy… aaj college mat jaaun? Ghar pe hi rahun tere saath.”


Shanti ka sharir ek baar phir se kaanp gaya. Usne dheere se bola, “Beta… tu ja. Padhai zaroori hai.”


Lekin uski awaaz mein woh baat nahi thi jo pehle hoti thi. Darpan ne muskurate hue kaha, “Theek hai mummy. Shaam ko jaldi aa jaunga.”


Woh college ke liye nikal gaya, lekin darwaze se bahar nikal kar wapas chupke se ghar ke peeche wali khidki se dekhne laga.



Dopahar ke 1 baje Rahul pahunch gaya. Shanti ne darwaza khola toh uska chehra laal ho gaya.


“Rahul… tu aa gaya?”


Rahul andar aaya aur turant usko gale laga liya. “Aunty… bahut din ho gaye. Aapko bahut miss kiya.”


Shanti ne usko dhakelne ki koshish ki. “Rahul… Darpan aa sakta hai kabhi bhi. Mat kar aisa.”


Lekin Rahul ne usko diwar se sata diya. Usne uske gale pe kiss kiya, phir kaan mein dheere se bola, “Aunty… aap tadap rahi ho. Main jaanta hoon. Ek baar mauka do… main aapko woh sukh dunga jo aapne kabhi nahi chakha.”


Shanti ki saans tez ho gayi. Uske haath Rahul ki chhati pe the, dhakelne ki koshish kar rahe the, lekin taakat nahi thi. Rahul ne uske honthon pe apne honth rakh diye. Shanti ne aankhein band kar li. Ek lamhe ke liye woh kiss mein kho gayi. Rahul ka haath uski kamar pe tha, dheere dheere neeche ki taraf ja raha tha.


Lekin tabhi bahar se bike ki awaaz aayi. Darpan wapas aa gaya tha.


Shanti ne jaldi se Rahul ko dhakel diya aur apna pallu theek kiya. “Chup… chup reh. Main dekhti hoon.”


Darpan andar aaya. Usne sab kuch hidden camera se dekh liya tha. Uske chehre pe gussa aur ek dark smile dono the.


“Mummy… main jaldi aa gaya. College cancel ho gaya.”


Rahul hall mein baitha tha. Teeno ke beech awkward silence tha. Shanti kitchen mein chali gayi, haath kaanp rahe the.


Darpan ne Rahul ko bahar le gaya aur dheere se bola, “Bhai… abhi ruk. Main handle kar raha hoon. Tu jaldi mat kar.”


Rahul ne irritate hokar kaha, “Bhai tu kitna time lega? Teri maa ab bilkul ready hai.”


Darpan ne usko aankh maari, “Trust kar. Mera plan hai.”




Shaam ko ghar mein teeno phir se baithe. Khana khate waqt Shanti chup thi. Darpan aur Rahul dono usko dekh rahe the. Shanti ke mann mein ab dono ladkon ke ehsaas ghoom rahe the. Ek taraf Rahul ki hawas bhari baatein, dusri taraf Darpan ka pyar bhara support.


Raat ko Darpan ne mummy ko apne room mein bula liya. “Mummy… baitho. Aaj hum baat karte hain.”


Shanti baith gayi. Darpan ne uske haath pakad liye. “Mummy… Rahul aaj kyun aaya tha?”


Shanti ne sar jhukate hue kaha, “Beta… woh bas milne aaya tha. Main confuse ho rahi hoon bahut.”


Darpan ne usko apne seene se laga liya. Is baar usne uski kamar ko tightly pakad liya. Shanti ka saans ruk gaya. Usne kuch nahi kaha, bas lipat gayi.


Darpan ne uske kaan mein dheere se kaha, “Mummy… jo bhi aap chahein, main dunga. Rahul bhi… agar aap chahein toh woh bhi. Bas aap khush raho.”


Shanti ne uske seene mein muh chhupa liya aur dheere se boli, “Beta… tu mujhe samajhta hai na? Main kya ho rahi hoon…”


Dono bahut der tak aise hi lipte rahe. Darpan ka haath uski peeth se neeche ki taraf ja raha tha. Shanti ne rok nahi kiya. Uske muh se halki si siskari nikal gayi jab Darpan ne uski kamar ke neeche halka sa dabav diya.


Raat ke 2 baje tak dono aise hi baith rahe. Shanti ne akhir mein bola, “Beta… ab sone ja. Main apne room mein jaati hoon.”


Lekin jaate waqt usne Darpan ke gaal pe halka sa kiss kiya. Pehli baar usne apne bete ko aise chhua tha.




Usi raat hidden camera mein Darpan ne dekha – Shanti apne bed pe leti hui thi. Usne apni nighty upar ki hui thi aur haath apni taangon ke beech tha. Uske muh se sirf do naam nikal rahe the… kabhi “Rahul”, kabhi “Darpan”.


Darpan muskuraya. Ab waqt aa gaya tha agla step lene ka.]]>

Arre yaar, yeh kahani shuru hoti hai ek chhote se middle-class ghar se, jahaan bahar se sab kuch perfect dikhta hai – ek pativrata biwi, ek mehnati pati, aur ek padhta-likhta beta. Lekin andar se? Sab kuch toot-ta ja raha tha. Jaise koi purana radio jo bahar se chamakta hai, andar se sirf garam taare lag rahe hain.


Pehle baat karte hain Ramesh ki. Umra 52 saal. Sarkari daftar mein clerk. Subah 7 baje nikal jaata, raat 10 baje thaka-hara aata. Log kehte the – “Ramesh bhai bahut responsible hain.” Ghar ke liye paisa, beta ke college ke sapne, biwi ke kapde – sab kuch deta tha. Lekin jo sabse badi cheez ek aurat ko chahiye hoti hai – waqt, pyaar aur woh raat ka gehra sukh – woh bilkul nahi deta tha. Uske liye sex sirf 5 minute ka routine tha, aur woh bhi mahine mein ek-do baar. Baaki time sirf “thak gaya hoon Shanti” bolke so jaata. Andar hi andar usko bhi guilt hota tha, lekin woh kabhi admit nahi karta. Ramesh ek aisa aadmi tha jo duniya ko dikhaane ke liye perfect pati ban sakta tha, lekin apni biwi ko andar se khaali kar deta tha.


Ab Shanti. 41 saal ki umar, lekin dekhne mein bilkul 32-33 ki lagti thi. Gora rang, lambe kaale baal jo hamesha tight bun mein bandhe rehte, 38D ke bhare-bhare boobs jo saree ke blouse mein mushkil se samate the, patli kamar aur sabse zabardast – woh gol-gol, tight aur bhari hui gaand jo har kadam pe hilti thi. Gale mein hamesha mangalsutra, maathe pe bindi, kaan mein chhoti si baliyaan. Bilkul ek ideal Indian housewife. Subah mandir jaati, puja karti, beta aur pati ke liye khana banati, ghar sambhalti. Log kehte the “Shanti bahu toh devi hai.” Lekin raaton mein jab Ramesh thak ke so jaata, woh chupke se apne haath apni taangon ke beech le jaati aur aankhein band karke kuch aur sochti. Kabhi kabhi aansu bhi nikal aate. Woh pativrata thi, sachchi, lekin uske sharir mein aag thi jo bujhne ka naam nahi le rahi thi. Usne kabhi kisi ko kuch nahi bataya. Bas sehti rahi.


Unka beta Darpan. 20 saal. Abhi 12th pass kiya hai, college admission ke liye taiyaari kar raha. Lambaa, handsome, sharp features. Bahar se bilkul seedha-saadha ladka – mummy ka laadla, papa ka sapno ka raja. Lekin andar? Ek aag thi jo dheere dheere usko kha rahi thi. Jab se 18 saal ka hua tha, usne porn dekhna shuru kiya tha. Pehle normal ladkiyaan, phir mature auratein, aur dheere dheere uski nazar apni hi maa pe tikne lagi thi. Woh raat ko chupke se mummy ke room ke bahar khada hokar unke saans lene ki awaaz sunta tha. Unki saree mein lipti gaand dekh ke uska lund khada ho jaata. Woh jaanta tha yeh galat hai, lekin usko rok nahi paata tha. Darpan ka plan dheere dheere ban raha tha – apni maa ko apni randi banana, usko apne control mein rakhna, aur uske saath woh sab karna jo uske andar ki hawas chahti thi.


Darpan ke sabse kareebi dost Rahul. 20 saal, same college. Woh Darpan se bhi zyada harami aur confident tha. Lambaa, gym-toned body, hamesha smile pe. Bachpan se Darpan ke ghar aata jaata tha. Shanti ko “aunty” kehta tha lekin andar se uski maa pe crush tha uska. Rahul ladkiyon ko patane mein master tha. Usne Darpan ko bahut baar kaha tha – “Teri maa ko dekh ke lagta hai jaise woh tadap rahi hai bhai.” Darpan ne kabhi jawab nahi diya tha tab, lekin ab soch raha tha ki Rahul ko is khel mein shaamil karna padega.


Baaki teen dost baad mein enter karenge, lekin unka naam abhi se bata deta hoon taaki picture clear ho jaaye:


Ravi – 21 saal, thoda gunda type, heavy built, rough language. Woh group ka muscle tha.
Sumit – 20 saal, smart aur manipulative, sabse zyada planning wala.
Brijesh – 19 saal, sabse chhota, lekin sabse bada pervert. Camera aur recording ka shauqeen.

Inke alawa story mein aur kuch important log aayenge – jaise Shanti ki saheli Meena aunty (jo thodi suspicious aur thodi jealous type hai), ek college ki senior ladki jo Darpan ko target karegi taaki jealousy create ho, aur ek powerful bully figure jo climax mein major twist laayega. Lekin abhi story shuru hai ghar ke andar se.



Ek normal shaam thi. Ramesh office se lauta tha, thaka hua chehra. Shanti kitchen mein khadi thi, saree ka pallu side mein khiska hua, paseene se bhari gardan chamak rahi thi. Darpan hall mein baitha laptop pe kuch dekh raha tha lekin aankhein baar baar kitchen ki taraf ja rahi thi.


“Shanti, chai bana de,” Ramesh ne sofe pe baithte hue bola, bina uski taraf dekhe.


“Ji,” Shanti ne dheemi awaaz mein kaha. Usne chai banayi, cup mein daali aur Ramesh ke paas rakhi. Jab woh jhuki toh uska blouse ka gala thoda khula tha. Darpan ne door se woh nazara dekha aur uska haath apni jeans ke upar se dab gaya.


Ramesh chai peete hue bola, “Aaj office mein bahut kaam tha. Kal bhi late ho jaayega.”


Shanti kuch nahi boli. Bas muskurayi aur wapas kitchen mein chali gayi. Uske andar ek halki si cheekh uthi – “Kab tak yeh zindagi jeeyun main?”


Darpan ne notice kiya. Woh utha aur kitchen mein ghus gaya.


“Mummy, paani do na.”


Shanti ne glass bhara aur beta ko diya. Unki aankhein mil gayi. Sirf ek second ke liye, lekin Darpan ne dekha – uski maa ki aankhon mein woh pyaas thi jo kisi maa ki aankhon mein nahi honi chahiye.


“Beta college ki taiyaari kaisi chal rahi hai?” Shanti ne pucha, apni awaaz ko normal rakhne ki koshish karte hue.


“Theek hai mummy. Rahul aane wala hai aaj, padhne ke liye.”


“Accha, bata dena khana kha ke jaayega.”


Darpan ne haan kaha aur bahar nikal gaya. Uske dimag mein plan ka pehla step ban raha tha. Rahul ko ghar laana, mummy ke paas baithana, dheere dheere uske mann mein ghusna.


Shaam ko Rahul aaya. Normal baatein, padhai, college. Lekin jab Shanti chai leke aayi, Rahul ne uski taraf dekha aur muskurate hue bola, “Aunty aap aaj bhi itni sundar lag rahi ho. Uncle kitne lucky hain.”


Shanti sharma gayi. “Chup kar badmash. Uncle office se thake hue aate hain.”


Ramesh hall mein hi sofe pe let gaya tha. TV chal raha tha lekin uski aankhein band thi.


Darpan ne notice kiya ki Rahul ki nazar Shanti ke hips pe ruk gayi thi jab woh wapas kitchen ja rahi thi. Usne apne dost ko aankh maari. Rahul ne smile kiya.


Raat ko sab so gaye. Ramesh aur Shanti apne room mein. Darpan apne room mein. Lekin Darpan soya nahi. Woh chupke se utha aur apne parents ke room ke bahar khada ho gaya. Darwaza thoda khula tha. Andar se sirf Ramesh ki kharrate sunai de rahe the. Shanti karvat badal rahi thi, uski saans tez thi.


Darpan wahan khade khade soch raha tha – “Mummy, ab jaldi hi tum meri ho jaogi. Aur phir hum dono milkar is ghar ko apna khel bana denge.”


Us raat Darpan ne decide kar liya – pehla step: papa aur mummy ke beech aur doori badhana. Fake affair ka idea uske dimag mein ghumne laga.



Chapter 2: Dooriyan Badhti Ja Rahi Hain

Overall Arc Connection: Chapter 1 ne family ke surface-level normalcy aur andar ki khali jagah ko establish kiya. Ab Chapter 2 mein dheere dheere emotional cracks badhte hain. Darpan ka plan shuru hota hai – papa-mummy ke beech distance badhana aur Rahul ko slowly introduce karna. Shanti ki frustration peak pe pahunchti hai, lekin abhi woh sirf andar hi jal rahi hai. Yeh chapter buildup ka solid base banata hai.

Subah ka waqt tha. Surya abhi abhi nikla tha aur ghar mein halki si thandak bhi thi. Shanti kitchen mein khadi thi, chai bana rahi thi. Usne aaj bhi apni favorite cream-colored saree pehni thi, jo uske curves ko subtly highlight karti thi. Gale mein mangalsutra chamak raha tha, lekin uski aankhon mein woh chamak nahi thi.


Ramesh table pe baitha newspaper padh raha tha. “Aaj office mein meeting hai, raat ko late ho jaunga,” usne bina upar dekhe bola.


Shanti ne sirf “Ji” kaha. Usne chai ka cup table pe rakha aur Ramesh ke chehre ko dekha – thaka hua, behtar. Uske mann mein ek halki si cheekh uthi: “Kab tak yeh routine chalega? Main aurat hoon ya sirf ghar ki malkin?”


Darpan apne room se bahar aaya. Usne mummy ko dekha – woh jhuk kar kuch utha rahi thi. Uske dil ki dhadkan tez ho gayi, lekin usne muskurate hue normal awaaz mein bola, “Mummy, aaj nashta kya hai?”


“Paratha aur dahi beta,” Shanti ne pyaar se jawab diya aur uske sar pe haath pher diya. Woh abhi bhi apne bete ko apna laadla samajhti thi. Darpan ne uske haath ko pakad ke thoda zyada der tak rakha – sirf ek second extra, lekin enough to feel the warmth.


Ramesh utha, “Main nikal raha hoon.” Usne Shanti ko sirf ek jaldi sa kiss forehead pe diya aur chala gaya. Darwaza band hone ki awaaz ke baad ghar mein sannata ho gaya.


Shanti ne dheemi saans li. “Beta, tu bhi college ja raha hai na?”


“Haan mummy, lekin pehle park mein Rahul se milna hai. Padhai discuss karenge.”


Shanti ne muskurate hue kaha, “Theek hai, lekin ghar jaldi aana. Aur Rahul ko bhi bula lena kabhi dinner ke liye.”


Darpan ne andar se smile kiya. Plan ka pehla step set tha.


Park Scene (Darpan & Rahul ka planning)


Park mein bench pe baith kar dono dost cigarette sulga rahe the. Darpan ne pura backstory bataya – mummy ki frustration, papa ki indifference, aur uski apni dark ichchha.


Rahul ne aankhein chhoti kar ke suna aur bola, “Bhai, teri maa ekdum maal hai. Main bachpan se hi sochta tha… lekin ab serious plan chahiye. Direct nahi chalega. Pehle usko ehsaas dilana padega ki woh akeli hai.”


Darpan ne plan outline kiya:


Ramesh ka mobile thoda monitor karna (fake messages ka idea).
Rahul ka ghar aana-jaana badhana, cooking aur normal baaton ke bahane.
Shanti ke mann mein papa ke against chhoti-chhoti baatein daalna.

Rahul excited tha, “Main expert hoon mature auraton ko patane mein. Lekin tu control mat chhodna bhai. Yeh teri maa hai, final call tera.”


Dono ne haath milaaya. Tension point yeh tha ki Rahul thoda zyada eager tha – Darpan ko lag raha tha ki usko dheere dheere handle karna padega, warna game bigad sakta tha.


Evening Ghar – Rahul ka Visit


Shaam ko Rahul ghar aaya. Shanti ne darwaza khola. “Arre beta aaja, Darpan abhi aaya nahi?”


Rahul ne muskurate hue kaha, “Aunty aap ghar ko itna sundar bana deti ho. Aur khud bhi…”


Shanti sharma gayi, “Chup kar pagle. Chai piyega?”


Haan aunty.”


Dono hall mein baithe baatein karne lage. Rahul ne cooking ke baare mein poocha, Shanti khul ke baatein karne lagi. Woh bahut din baad kisi se itni normal baat kar rahi thi. Darpan door se dekh raha tha – uski maa ki smile mein ek alag chamak thi.


Ramesh late aaya. Thaka hua tha. Usne sirf “Rahul beta” bola aur sofe pe let gaya.


Dinner ke time table pe sab baithe. Shanti khana paros rahi thi. Ramesh ne ek baar bhi uski taraf dekha nahi. Darpan ne notice kiya ki Shanti ke haath thode kaanp rahe the.


Raat ko sab so gaye. Darpan ne chupke se apne room se bahar jhaanka. Shanti kitchen mein khadi thi, akeli, paani pi rahi thi. Uske chehre pe udaasi thi.


Shanti ka Internal Monologue -


Shanti apne room mein leti hui thi. Ramesh kharrate le raha tha. Usne aankhein band ki aur socha:


“Main kya galat kar rahi hoon? Pativrata hoon, beta ka ghar sambhalti hoon, puja karti hoon… phir bhi raaton mein yeh aag kyun nahi bujhati? Ramesh… tune mujhe kabhi aurat ki tarah feel nahi karaya. Ab yeh Rahul… bas baatein karta hai, lekin kitna accha lagta hai.”


Usne karvat badli. Uske mann mein guilt aur excitement ka sangam ho raha tha.


Usi raat Darpan ne Ramesh ka mobile dekha (jo hall mein charging pe tha). Ek message tha office colleague Seema se: “Kal late meeting ke baad coffee?” Yeh sirf casual tha, lekin Darpan ke liye perfect fuel.


Agli subah Darpan ne Rahul ko call kiya: “Game shuru.”


Lekin usi subah Shanti ne apne phone pe ek anonymous message dekha (Darpan ne fake ID se bheja tha testing ke liye): “Aap akeli kyun hain? Aapke jaise aurat ko khush rakhne wale bahut hain.”


Shanti dar gayi… lekin delete nahi kiya. Usne message ko dheere se padha aur phone side pe rakh diya. Uski saans tez ho gayi.



Chapter 3: Chhoti Chhoti Baatein, Badi Aag

Pichhle chapter mein dooriyan badh rahi thi, ab woh dooriyan aur gehri hoti ja rahi thi. Shanti ke mann mein ek naya toofan uth raha tha – woh anonymous message uske dil mein baar baar goonj raha tha. “Aap akeli kyun hain?” Yeh line usko raat bhar sone nahi de rahi thi. Woh jaanti thi yeh galat hai, lekin phir bhi phone utha ke baar baar padh leti thi. Pativrata dharma aur sharir ki bhookh ke beech woh phansi hui thi.


Subah ka waqt. Ramesh jaldi hi office ke liye nikal gaya tha. Aaj bhi usne sirf “Bye” bola aur chala gaya. Shanti darwaze tak usko chodne gayi, lekin uski aankhon mein koi umeed nahi thi. Jab woh wapas aayi toh Darpan kitchen mein khada tha, mummy ko dekhte hue.


“Mummy, aaj mood kaisa hai?” Darpan ne pyaar se poocha, uske peeche se aate hue.


Shanti thoda chaunk gayi. “Theek hai beta. Tu college ja raha hai na?”


“Haan, lekin Rahul aa raha hai aaj. Woh bol raha tha aapke haath ka khana bahut miss karta hai. Aaj lunch ke liye kuch bana do na.”


Shanti ke chehre pe halki si muskaan aayi. “Accha? Theek hai, bata dena woh aa jaaye.”


Darpan ne andar se smile kiya. Plan dheere dheere aage badh raha tha.
Rahul ka Visit – Cooking Session


Dopahar ke around 1 baje Rahul ghar pahunch gaya. Jeans aur tight T-shirt mein woh aur bhi smart lag raha tha. Shanti ne darwaza khola toh usne seedha compliment maara, “Aunty aaj toh aap bilkul devi lag rahi ho. Yeh cream saree aap pe itni achhi lagti hai.”


Shanti sharma gayi, pallu thoda adjust karte hue. “Bas kar beta, andar aa. Darpan abhi aaya nahi?”


“Woh college mein hai aunty, late ho jaayega. Maine socha aapko kitchen mein help kar doon.” Rahul ne muskurate hue kaha aur seedha kitchen mein ghus gaya.


Shanti ko thoda ajeeb laga, lekin usne mana nahi kiya. Dono kitchen mein kaam karne lage. Shanti sabzi kaat rahi thi, Rahul uske paas khada tha, thoda zyada kareeb.


“Aunty, aapke haath ka khana kha ke lagta hai jaise ghar ka swaad mil gaya ho,” Rahul ne dheere se bola, uski nazar Shanti ke blouse ke upar se ubharte boobs pe jaa ke ruk gayi.


Shanti ne halke se haske kaha, “Tum bhi na… tumhari mummy ko bata doon toh?”


Rahul ne hans ke jawab diya, “Meri mummy toh aap jaisi nahi hai aunty. Aap toh bilkul alag level ki ho. Uncle bahut lucky hain.”


Shanti ke haath thoda ruk gaye. “Lucky? Kabhi kabhi lagta hai… chhod na beta, yeh sab baatein.”


Lekin Rahul ne topic nahi chhoda. “Aunty, sach bataun? Uncle aapko itna time nahi dete lagte hain. Aap itni sundar ho, itni caring… aapko khush rakhna chahiye tha unko.”


Shanti chup rahi. Uske mann mein woh anonymous message phir se goonja. Usne sirf muskurake topic badal diya, “Chal, aaj aloo matar banaate hain. Tu mirchi kaat.”


Dono baatein karte rahe. Rahul dheere dheere double meaning baatein daal raha tha – “Aunty, aapka haath bahut soft hai… jo cheez aap chhooti ho woh garam ho jaati hai.” Shanti samajh rahi thi, lekin rok nahi rahi thi. Woh andar se tadap rahi thi, kisi ki tareef sunne ko.


Darpan chupke se ghar aaya tha aur door se pura scene dekh raha tha. Uske lund mein halki si jhunjhunahat hui, lekin usne control kiya. “Abhi time nahi hai,” usne apne aap se kaha.


Emotional Drama – Family Dinner aur Shanti ka Guilt


Shaam ko Ramesh aaya. Thaka hua. Table pe khana laga tha – aloo matar, roti, dahi. Sab baithe the. Darpan ne notice kiya ki Shanti baar baar Rahul ke message check kar rahi thi (Rahul ne lunch ke baad thanks ka message bheja tha).


Ramesh ne ek baar bola, “Shanti, kal office tour pe jaana pad sakta hai 4-5 din ke liye.”


Shanti ne sirf “Ji” kaha. Uske chehre pe koi dukh nahi dikha. Yeh Ramesh ko bhi chubha.


Raat ko jab sab so gaye, Shanti apne room mein leti hui thi. Ramesh so chuka tha. Usne phone uthaya aur Rahul ke saath chat shuru ki (pehli baar usne khud initiate kiya).


Shanti: Beta, aaj khana accha bana tha na?Rahul: Aunty bahut accha. Aapka saath hone se aur maza aaya.Shanti: Tum bhi na…Rahul: Aunty sach bolun? Aapke paas baith ke dil ko sukoon milta hai. Uncle aapki kadar nahi karte lagte hain.


Shanti ne message padha aur aankhein band kar li. Uske sharir mein ek current daud gaya. Woh jaanti thi yeh galat hai, lekin phir bhi usne reply kiya: “Kabhi kabhi lagta hai haan…”


Chat dheere dheere personal hoti gayi. Rahul ne usko compliment diye, uski feelings samjhi. Shanti ko pehli baar laga kisi ne usko aurat samjha.


Darpan ka Move aur Hidden Tension


Darpan apne room mein baitha tha. Usne apne laptop pe ek chhota software install kiya tha jo Ramesh ke phone ko track kar sake (fake affair setup ke liye). Us raat usne dekha – Ramesh ka ek colleague Seema ke saath casual chat tha. “Kal coffee?” Darpan ne screenshot le liya. Perfect evidence ban sakta tha.


Subah Darpan kitchen mein gaya. Shanti chai bana rahi thi. Usne mummy ke peeche se jaake usko halke se pakad liya (sirf ek friendly hug ki tarah).


“Mummy, tum theek toh ho na? Papa ke tour ki baat sunke udaas lag rahi ho.”


Shanti ne uske haath ko apne upar se hataya, lekin dheere se. “Beta, sab theek hai. Tu apna khayal rakh.”


Lekin jab Darpan ne usko chhoda, uska haath Shanti ki kamar pe thoda zyada der tak ruka. Shanti ko ehsaas hua, lekin usne kuch nahi kaha. Woh andar se confuse thi – beta ka touch aur Rahul ki baatein, dono usko alag alag tareeke se chhu rahe the.


Us din college mein Darpan aur Rahul mile.


Rahul: “Bhai, teri maa ab thaw rahi hai. Kal chat mein khul ke baat ki usne.”


Darpan: “Achha hai, lekin jaldi mat kar. Pehle usko aur tadpao. Main bhi apna kaam kar raha hoon.”



Chapter 4: Sachchai Ka Zakham


Subah ka suraj ghar mein ghus raha tha, lekin Shanti ke chehre pe andhera chhaya hua tha. Woh mandir ke kamre mein baithi thi, haath jod kar baith gayi. “Bhagwan, mujhe himmat do… main kya kar rahi hoon,” usne dheemi awaaz mein kaha. Lekin uske mann mein woh Rahul wali chat baar baar aa rahi thi.


Darpan apne room mein tha. Usne raat bhar mehnat ki thi – Ramesh ke mobile se kuch real chats copy kiye the aur unme fake messages add kiye the. Ek photo bhi banaya tha (Ramesh aur office ki Seema ka edited version). Ab waqt aa gaya tha sachchai ka zakham dene ka.


Nashte pe Ramesh jaldi nikal gaya. Shanti kitchen mein khadi thi jab Darpan aaya.


“Mummy, baitho na. Mujhe aapse kuch baat karni hai,” Darpan ne serious awaaz mein kaha.


Shanti ne usko dekha. “Kya hua beta? College ki koi problem?”


Darpan ne phone table pe rakh diya aur screen on kiya. “Mummy… yeh dekho. Mujhe yeh sab pata chal gaya hai.”


Shanti ne messages padhe. Pehle toh samajh nahi aaya, phir uska chehra safed pad gaya. Messages mein Ramesh Seema ko “jaanu” bol raha tha, milne ka plan bana raha tha. Photo mein dono coffee shop mein close dikhte the.


“ Yeh… yeh kya hai beta?” Shanti ki awaaz kaanp rahi thi.


Darpan ne uske haath ko pakda. “Mummy, maine accidentally papa ka phone check kiya tha. Yeh sab chal raha hai. Aapke saath yeh… main tolerate nahi kar sakta.”


Shanti ke aankhon se aansu behne lage. Woh chair pe baith gayi, haath se muh dhak liya. “Main itni saalon se… uske liye sab kuch karti rahi. Puja, vrat, ghar… aur yeh?”


Darpan ne usko gale lagaya – yeh hug thoda zyada der tak tha. “Mummy, aap akeli nahi ho. Main hoon na. Aap jo chahein, main aapke liye karunga.”


Shanti ne rote hue usko aur tightly pakda. Us pal usko apne bete ke siwa koi sahara nahi dikha.


Rahul Ka Visit – Calculated Support


Dopahar mein Rahul aaya. Darpan ne usko sab bata diya tha. Rahul ne Shanti ko dekha – uski aankhein red thi.


“Aunty… kya hua?” usne pyaar se poocha.


Shanti ne sab bata diya (Darpan ke kehne pe). Rahul ne uske paas baith kar uska haath pakda. “Aunty, aap itni achhi ho. Uncle ko yeh karne ka koi haq nahi. Aap deserve karti ho khush rehna.”


Shanti ne kuch nahi kaha, bas aansu ponchti rahi. Rahul ne dheere se uski peeth pe haath phera – comforting touch, lekin Darpan door se dekh raha tha. Tension badh rahi thi.


Darpan ne Rahul ko aankh maari – “Slow.”



Evening Dinner – Heavy Silence


Ramesh shaam ko aaya. Table pe khana laga tha. Sab chup-chaap kha rahe the. Shanti ne Ramesh ki taraf dekha bhi nahi. Ramesh ko kuch ajeeb laga.


“Kya hua aaj sabko?” usne poocha.


Darpan ne normal jawab diya, “Kuch nahi papa.”


Shanti ne roka nahi, bas khana khati rahi. Uske mann mein toofan tha – betrayal, gussa, aur ek naya ehsaas ki ab woh bhi kuch kar sakti hai.


Raat ko Ramesh so gaya. Shanti bahar baithi thi. Meena aunty ka call aaya.


“Shanti, suni hai tere pati ke baare mein office mein koi aur hai… sach hai kya?”


Shanti ne call cut kar diya. Ab duniya bhi jaan rahi thi.



Shanti ka Internal Breakdown & Resolve


Raat ke 2 baje Shanti apne room mein baithi thi. Aansu beh rahe the. Usne mandir ke saamne baith kar puja ki, lekin mann nahi laga. Phir usne phone uthaya aur Rahul ko message kiya:


“Rahul beta… mujhe bahut bura lag raha hai. Kya main galat hoon jo yeh sab feel kar rahi hoon?”


Rahul ne turant reply kiya – supportive words, aur ek chhota compliment jo usko garam kar gaya.


Darpan apne room mein baitha pura scene monitor kar raha tha (usne chhupa camera setup kar liya tha hall mein). Uske chehre pe satisfaction tha, lekin ek chhoti si guilt bhi.



Chapter 5: Akeli Ghar, Uthi Aag


Ramesh ke jaane ke do din baad ghar mein sannata chaaya hua tha. Station tak chhodne gaya tha Darpan apne papa ko. Ramesh ne platform pe khade hokar Shanti ko dekha aur bola, “Khayal rakhna apna. Darpan hai ghar pe.” Bas itna hi. Koi gehra pyar nahi, koi “miss karunga” nahi. Train chali gayi toh Shanti ka dil aur bhari ho gaya. Mangalsutra usne abhi bhi nahi pehna tha. Drawer mein pada tha jaise koi purana yaad.


Ghar lautte waqt Darpan ne mummy ka haath pakad liya. “Mummy, ab sirf hum dono hain. Jo bhi chahiye bata dena mujhe.”


Shanti ne sirf muskurane ki koshish ki. “Haan beta.”


Lekin andar se toofan uth raha tha. Rahul ka last message abhi bhi phone pe tha – “Aunty akele ho toh bata dena… main aa jaun.”



Dopahar ke around 2 baje doorbell baji. Shanti ne darwaza khola toh Rahul khada tha, haath mein ek chhota sa gift packet aur muskurahat.


“Aunty… aaj akele ho na? Darpan college gaya hai kya?”


Shanti ne darwaza khula chhod diya. “Haan beta, andar aa. Darpan shaam ko aayega.”


Rahul andar aaya aur packet uske haath mein thama diya. “Yeh aapke liye. Aap itni udaas ho… thoda smile aa jaaye.”


Shanti ne packet khola – andar ek chhoti si silver payal thi, bahut sundar. Uske aankhon mein aansu aa gaye. “Rahul beta… yeh sab kyun?”


Rahul ne uske paas aake dheere se uska haath pakad liya. “Kyunki aunty, aap deserve karti ho. Uncle ne aapko kabhi yeh feel nahi karaya na? Main karna chahta hoon.”


Shanti ka haath kaanp raha tha. Usne haath chhudane ki koshish ki, lekin Rahul ne chhoda nahi. “Beta… yeh galat hai. Main teri aunty hoon… Darpan ki mummy.”


Rahul ne dheemi awaaz mein bola, “Aunty, aap aurat bhi ho. Aur har aurat ko pyaar aur khushi ka haq hai. Aap akeli kyun tadap rahi ho jab main yahan hoon?”


Shanti ne aankhein band kar li. Uske mann mein Ramesh ka chehra aur woh edited photo aa gaya. Usne dheere se haath chhudaya aur boli, “Chai bana deti hoon.”


Dono kitchen mein gaye. Rahul peeche-peeche. Jab Shanti choolhe pe khadi thi, Rahul ne uske bilkul kareeb khade hokar uski kamar pe halka sa haath rakh diya. “Aunty, aapki kamar itni patli hai ab bhi… kitna maintain karti ho.”


Shanti ka sharir ek current se guzar gaya. Usne kuch nahi kaha, bas chai banati rahi. Lekin uski saans tez ho gayi thi.



Darpan college se jaldi aa gaya tha. Usne chupke se ghar ke peeche wali khidki se dekha. Rahul mummy ke bahut kareeb khada tha. Shanti ke chehre pe woh tadap dikhai de rahi thi jo Darpan chahta tha. Usne phone pe recording on kar li – sirf audio, backup ke liye.


Andar Rahul ne aur gehra shot maara. “Aunty, agar aap chahein toh main aapko woh sukh de sakta hoon jo uncle kabhi nahi de paye. Bas ek baar haan bol do.”


Shanti ne usko dhakel diya, halke se. “Rahul… mat bol aisi baatein. Main… main toot rahi hoon andar se.”


Rahul ne peeche hat kar usko dekha. “Toh tootne do aunty. Main jod dunga aapko. Aap meri ho jaao.”


Shanti ne aankhon se aansu ponchhe aur boli, “Tu ja beta abhi. Darpan aa jayega.”


Rahul muskuraya aur chala gaya. Darwaze tak pahunch kar usne peeche mud ke kaha, “Intezaar karunga aunty. Aap jab bhi ready ho.”



Shaam ko Darpan ghar aaya. Shanti kitchen mein thi, aankhein red. Darpan ne usko gale lagaya – is baar bahut tightly.


“Mummy, kya hua? Papa ki yaad aa rahi hai?”


Shanti ne rote hue uske seene mein muh chhupa liya. “Beta… tere papa ne mujhe dhoka diya. Main kya karun ab?”


Darpan ne uske baal sahlate hue bola, “Mummy, aap akeli nahi ho. Main hoon na. Jo bhi chahiye… main poora karunga. Aap bas khush raho.”


Us pal Shanti ko apne bete ki bahon mein bahut sukoon mila. Woh aur tightly lipat gayi. Darpan ka haath uski peeth pe tha, dheere dheere neeche ki taraf ja raha tha lekin usne control kiya. Abhi time nahi tha.


Raat ko Karva Chauth ka vrat tha. Shanti ne pehle se taiyaari ki thi – saree pehni, mehndi lagayi, chhoti si puja ki. Lekin jab chaand nikla toh usne paani nahi piya. Usne sirf Ramesh ki photo dekhi aur aansu behne lage.


Darpan ne dekha aur paas aaya. “Mummy, yeh vrat kyun? Papa ke liye? Unhone aapke liye kya kiya?”


Shanti ne photo side pe rakh diya. “Beta… main nahi jaanti ab.”


Darpan ne uske haath mein paani ka glass thama diya. “Aap jo chahein karo mummy. Main aapke saath hoon.”


Shanti ne glass dekha, phir Darpan ko. Usne dheere se glass muh se lagaya aur paani pi liya. Vrat tod diya. Us pal usne apne aap ko Ramesh se bilkul alag kar liya.



Raat ke 11 baje. Darpan apne room mein tha. Hidden camera se woh dekh raha tha – Shanti apne bed pe leti hui thi, phone haath mein. Rahul se chat chal rahi thi.


Shanti: Rahul… aaj bahut akela feel ho raha hai.
Rahul: Aunty main aa jaun?
Shanti: Nahi… Darpan ghar pe hai.
Rahul: Phir bhi… aapko sirf ek baar chhoo lene do. Aap tadap rahi ho main jaanta hoon.


Shanti ne message padha aur phone side pe rakh diya. Usne aankhein band ki aur haath dheere se apni saree ke andar le gayi. Darpan screen pe dekh raha tha – uski maa khud ko chhu rahi thi, dheere dheere, aur uske muh se halki si siskari nikal rahi thi. “Rahul…”


Darpan ka lund sakht ho gaya tha. Lekin usne kuch nahi kiya. Bas dekhta raha. Uske mann mein ek naya plan ban raha tha – ab mummy ko aur tadpana hai, itna tadpana ki woh khud uske paas aaye.



Chapter 6: Nazdeekiyan, Aur Gehri Tadap



Ghar mein ab raaton ka sannata bhi alag lagta tha. Ramesh ke jaane ke baad jaise saara ghar Shanti ke andar ki aag ko mehsoos kar raha tha. Mangalsutra abhi bhi drawer mein pada tha. Shanti roz subah mandir jaati, puja karti, lekin uske haath kaanpte the. Vrat todne ke baad se usko apne aap pe gussa bhi aa raha tha, aur ek ajeeb si azaadi bhi mehsoos ho rahi thi.


Subah Darpan utha toh Shanti kitchen mein thi. Aaj usne halki green saree pehni thi, jo uske gora badan pe bilkul fit baith rahi thi. Baal khule hue the, thode geele, abhi naha ke nikli thi. Darpan ne dekha aur uska dil zor se dhak dhak karne laga.


“Mummy… chai ready hai kya?” usne normal awaaz mein poocha, lekin aankhein mummy ke blouse ke ubhaar pe ruk gayi thi.


Shanti ne mud kar dekha. Uske chehre pe thakaan aur ek naya glow tha. “Haan beta, baith. Main laga deti hoon.”


Darpan table pe baith gaya. Jab Shanti chai leke aayi, usne jaan-boojh kar jhuk kar rakhi. Pallu thoda khiska hua tha. Darpan ne saans rok li. Shanti ne notice kiya, lekin aankhein jhuka li.


“Beta… kal raat… tu bathroom ja raha tha na?” usne dheere se poocha, bina aankh uthaye.


Darpan ne muskurate hue kaha, “Haan mummy. Neend nahi aa rahi thi. Aap bhi uthi thi?”


Shanti ka chehra laal ho gaya. “Paani peene uthi thi. Tu… towel mein tha.”


Darpan ne uske haath ko pakad liya. “Mummy, sharmao mat. Main toh aapka beta hoon. Aapko jo bhi dekhna ho… dekh sakti ho.”


Shanti ne haath chhudaya aur jaldi se kitchen ki taraf mud gayi. Lekin uski chaal mein ek kampan tha. Woh andar se soch rahi thi – “Yeh kya ho raha hai mere saath? Beta hai mera… phir bhi…”



Dopahar mein Rahul ka message aaya. Shanti ne phone uthaya.


Rahul: Aunty aaj ghar pe ho? Main aa jaun? Bahut mann kar raha hai aapko dekhne ka.


Shanti ne reply kiya: “Darpan ghar pe hai. Aaj mat aana.”


Lekin andar se usko bhi mann kar raha tha. Usne phone side pe rakh diya aur apne room mein chali gayi. Darwaza band kiya aur bed pe let gayi. Uske haath dheere se saree ke andar chale gaye. Woh khud ko chhu rahi thi, aankhein band, aur muh se halki siskari nikal rahi thi. “Rahul… aa ja beta…”


Darpan hall mein baitha tha. Hidden camera se woh pura scene dekh raha tha. Uske lund mein tez jhunjhunahat thi. Usne apna haath pant ke upar se daba liya, lekin control kiya. “Abhi nahi… abhi nahi…”



Shaam ko Darpan mummy ke paas baitha. Aaj unhone saath mein TV dekha. Ek romantic serial chal raha tha jisme pati biwi ke beech dooriyan thi. Shanti chup-chaap dekh rahi thi. Serial mein jab pati biwi ko dhoka deta hai, Shanti ke aankhon se aansu nikal aaye.


Darpan ne usko apne seene se laga liya. “Mummy… rone ki zarurat nahi. Main hoon na aapke saath.”


Shanti ne uske seene mein muh chhupa liya. Uske boobs Darpan ki chhati se dab rahe the. Darpan ka haath uski peeth pe tha, dheere dheere neeche ki taraf ja raha tha. Shanti ne mehsoos kiya, lekin hataya nahi. Bas aur tightly lipat gayi.


“Beta… mujhe bahut dar lag raha hai,” usne siskate hue kaha.


Darpan ne uske sar pe kiss kiya. “Kis baat ka dar mummy? Main aapko kabhi hurt nahi karunga. Jo bhi aap chahein… main dunga.”


Shanti ne uski taraf dekha. Unki aankhein mil gayi. Ek lamha aisa tha jisme dono ke beech kuch gehra baat ho rahi thi. Shanti ne jaldi se aankhein phira li aur boli, “Chai bana deti hoon.”


Lekin jab woh uthi, Darpan ne uska haath pakad kar khinch liya. Shanti uske god mein gir gayi. Dono ki saans tez ho gayi thi.


“Beta… chhod…” Shanti ne dheemi awaaz mein kaha.


Darpan ne uske gaal pe halka sa kiss kiya. “Mummy… aap itni sundar ho. Papa ne aapki kadar nahi ki. Main karunga.”


Shanti ka sharir kaanp raha tha. Usne dheere se Darpan ke seene se sar uthaya aur uth gayi. Kitchen ki taraf jaate waqt uski taangein kaanp rahi thi.



Raat ko Rahul ka call aaya. Shanti ne chupke se utha liya.


“Aunty… aaj bahut mann kar raha tha aapke paas aane ka.”


Shanti ne dheere se kaha, “Rahul… Darpan ghar pe hai. Aur… main confuse ho rahi hoon bahut.”


Rahul ne muskurate hue kaha, “Confuse hone ki zarurat nahi aunty. Aapko jo chahiye woh main de sakta hoon. Aur Darpan bhi samajh jaayega ek din.”


Shanti ne call cut kar diya. Uske mann mein ab teen log ghoom rahe the – Ramesh (jo dhokhebaaz tha), Rahul (jo uski hawas ko jaanta tha), aur Darpan (jo uska beta tha lekin ab kuch aur bhi lag raha tha).


Darpan apne room mein baitha pura call record kar raha tha. Uske chehre pe ek dark satisfaction tha. “Ab mummy… tu khud mere paas aayegi.”




Usi raat ek chhota sa twist hua. Meena aunty ka call aaya Shanti ko. “Shanti, suni hai Ramesh ke baare mein? Office mein kisi ladki ke saath dekha gaya usko. Tu theek toh hai na?”


Shanti ne call pe rote hue sab bata diya. Meena ne comfort diya, lekin usne bhi kaha, “Ab tu bhi apni life jee le behen. Akeli mat reh.”


Call cut hone ke baad Shanti bahar baithi thi. Darpan chupke se aaya aur uske paas baith gaya. Usne mummy ke kandhe pe haath rakh diya.


“Mummy… jo bhi ho, main aapke saath hoon. Humesha.”


Shanti ne uske haath ko apne haath mein le liya aur dheere se dabaya. “Beta… tu mera sab kuch hai ab.”


Dono bahut der tak baith rahe. Hall ka light off tha. Sirf unki saanson ki awaaz aa rahi thi. Darpan ka haath Shanti ki kamar pe tha. Shanti ne usko hataya nahi.


Chapter 7: Haath Se Haath, Dil Se Dil Tak


Raat ka andhera ghar mein faila hua tha. Sirf hall ki corner light halki si chamak rahi thi. Shanti Darpan ke room ke darwaze pe khadi thi, sirf ek halki pink nighty mein. Uske lambe baal khule hue the, aankhon mein neend ki kami aur kuch aur bhi tha – ek tadap jo ab chhup nahi rahi thi.


“Beta… neend nahi aa rahi. Tere paas baith jaun?” uski awaaz kaanp rahi thi.


Darpan bed pe let kar uth baitha. Usne sirf shorts pehne the. “Aa jao mummy… darwaza band kar do.”


Shanti andar aayi. Darwaza dheere se band kiya. Room mein sirf un dono ki saanson ki awaaz thi. Woh bed pe Darpan ke paas baith gayi. Dono ke beech sirf ek haath ka faasla tha.


Darpan ne uska haath pakad liya. “Mummy… kya baat hai? Batao na mujhe.”


Shanti ne uske haath ko tightly pakda. “Beta… main toot rahi hoon. Tere papa ne mujhe jo dhoka diya… uske baad se kuch bhi theek nahi lag raha. Main raat bhar so nahi paati. Kabhi Rahul ki baatein yaad aati hain, kabhi… kabhi tu.”


Darpan ne usko apne seene ki taraf khinch liya. Shanti ne koi virodh nahi kiya. Woh uske seene se lipat gayi. Uske bade boobs Darpan ki chhati se dab rahe the. Darpan ka haath uski peeth pe tha, dheere dheere upar neeche ho raha tha.


“Mummy… aap akeli nahi ho. Main hoon na. Aap jo chahein… main aapko dunga. Pyaar bhi, sukoon bhi… jo bhi chahiye.”


Shanti ne uske seene mein muh chhupa liya. Uske aansu Darpan ki skin pe gir rahe the. “Beta… tu mera beta hai. Yeh sab galat hai na? Phir bhi… tere paas aane se dil ko sukoon milta hai.”


Dono bahut der tak aise hi baith rahe. Darpan ka haath Shanti ki kamar tak pahunch gaya tha. Woh halke se uski kamar sahla raha tha. Shanti ka sharir kaanp raha tha, lekin usne haath hataya nahi. Uske muh se ek halki si siskari nikal gayi.


“Beta… bas yahin reh. Mat ja.”


Darpan ne uske maathe pe kiss kiya. Phir gaal pe. Shanti ne aankhein band kar li. Uske haath Darpan ki peeth pe the, usko aur tightly pakad rahe the.


Raat dheere dheere guzri. Dono aise hi lipte rahe. Koi aur step nahi hua, lekin jo hua woh kaafi tha. Shanti ke dil mein ab beta aur mard dono ka ehsaas hone laga tha.


Subah jab suraj nikla, Shanti Darpan ke bed pe hi soyi hui thi. Darpan uske chehre ko dekhta hua jaag raha tha. Usne dheere se uske baal se khelna shuru kiya. Shanti ki aankh khuli toh woh chaunk gayi.


“Beta… main yahan kaise?”


Darpan ne muskurate hue kaha, “Raat ko aap yahin so gayi thi mummy. Theek hai na?”


Shanti ne jaldi se uthne ki koshish ki. Usaki nighty thodi upar chadhi hui thi. Usne pallu theek kiya aur boli, “Main nashta bana deti hoon.”


Lekin jaate waqt usne peeche mud kar Darpan ko dekha. Uski aankhon mein sharm thi, lekin ek naya pyaar bhi.



Dopahar mein Meena aunty ghar aa gayi. Shanti ne usko andar bulaya. Dono hall mein baith kar baatein karne lagi.


“Shanti, Ramesh ke baare mein jo suna hai… sach hai kya?” Meena ne poocha.


Shanti ne aansu ponchhte hue sab bata diya. Meena ne usko gale lagaya. “Ab tu apni life jee le behen. Akeli mat reh. Aur yeh Darpan ladka bahut accha hai. Uski taraf dekha kar.”


Shanti ne kuch nahi kaha, bas sar hilaya. Meena ke jaane ke baad woh sochne lagi – “Sabko pata chal raha hai. Ab main kya karun?”


Usi beech Rahul ka message aaya: “Aunty aaj mil sakte hain? Bahut yaad aa rahi hai aapki.”


Shanti ne reply kiya: “Darpan ghar pe hai. Kal try karte hain.”


Lekin uske mann mein ab Darpan zyada ghoom raha tha.


Shaam ko Darpan college se aaya. Shanti uske liye khana laga rahi thi. Darpan peeche se aaya aur usko halke se pakad liya – peeth se.


“Mummy… aaj bahut sundar lag rahi ho.”


Shanti ne uske haathon ko apne upar se hatane ki koshish ki, lekin dheere se. “Beta… chhod. Koi dekh lega.”


“Ghar mein sirf hum dono hain mummy,” Darpan ne uske kaan mein dheere se kaha.


Shanti ka sharir ek baar phir kaanp gaya. Usne mud kar Darpan ko dekha. Unki aankhein mil gayi. Darpan ne uske honthon ke bahut kareeb jaakar ruk gaya. Shanti ki saans tez ho gayi, lekin woh peeche nahi hati.


“Beta… yeh galat hai,” usne halki si awaaz mein kaha.


Darpan ne uske gaal pe halka sa kiss kiya. “Galat kya hai mummy? Jo dil chahta hai woh galat kaise ho sakta hai?”


Shanti ne aankhein band kar li. Usne Darpan ke seene pe sar rakh diya. Dono kuch der aise hi khade rahe. Darpan ka haath uski kamar pe tha, usko apne se chipkaye hue.


Raat ko dinner ke baad dono hall mein baith kar baatein kar rahe the. Shanti ne apni purani yaadein batayi – college ki, shaadi ki. Darpan ne sunte hue uska haath thaam liya.


“Mummy… aap itni akeli kyun rahi itne saalon se?”


Shanti ne aansu rokte hue kaha, “Kya karti beta? Pativrata thi main. Ab bhi hoon… lekin dil toot chuka hai.”


Darpan ne usko gale laga liya. Is baar hug bahut gehra tha. Shanti ne bhi usko tightly pakad liya. Unke shareer ek dusre se bilkul chipke hue the. Darpan ki saans Shanti ke kaan pe pad rahi thi.


“Beta… bas yahin reh aaj raat,” Shanti ne dheemi awaaz mein kaha.


Dono Darpan ke room mein chale gaye. Bed pe let gaye. Shanti Darpan ke seene pe sar rakh kar leti hui thi. Darpan ka haath uske baal mein tha. Raat bhar dono aise hi baatein karte rahe – pyar ki, dard ki, aur kuch ankahe ehsaason ki.


Shanti ne kabhi kabhi Darpan ki chhati pe haath phera. Darpan ne uski kamar sahlayi. Koi had paar nahi hui, lekin jo ho raha tha woh bahut gehra tha.



Raat ke 3 baje Shanti uthi. Woh bathroom gayi. Wapas aate waqt usne Darpan ko dekha – woh so raha tha, shorts mein uska ubhaar saaf dikhai de raha tha. Shanti bahut der tak dekhti rahi. Uske haath apne aap neeche ki taraf gaye, lekin usne rok liya.


Woh wapas bed pe let gayi aur Darpan se chipak gayi. Uske muh se halki si siskari nikal gayi, “Beta… kya kar raha hai tu mere saath…”


Darpan ne jaag kar usko aur tightly pakad liya. “Jo aap chahti ho mummy… wohi kar raha hoon.”



Chapter 8: Do Ladke, Ek Tadap


Raat ke baad subah ka suraj ghar mein ghus raha tha, lekin Shanti ke mann mein andhera aur gehra hota ja raha tha. Usne Darpan ke bed se uth kar apne room mein aane ki koshish ki thi, lekin uske pair nahi uth rahe the. Woh bed pe hi baithi thi, raat bhar Darpan ke seene se chipke hue. Uske haath abhi bhi uske beta ke badan pe the. Dil mein ek ajeeb si ladai chal rahi thi – “Yeh mera beta hai… mera laal… phir yeh ehsaas kyun?”


Darpan jaag chuka tha. Usne mummy ke baal mein haath phera aur dheere se bola, “Mummy… subah ho gayi. Theek ho na?”


Shanti ne uske seene se sar uthaya. Uski aankhein laal thi. “Beta… kal raat jo hua… woh galat tha na? Main teri maa hoon.”


Darpan ne uske gaal ko sahlaate hue kaha, “Galat kya hai mummy? Jo dil ko sukoon de woh galat kaise? Aap itni akeli thi… main aapko akela nahi chhodunga.”


Shanti ne kuch nahi kaha. Bas uth kar apne room mein chali gayi. Darwaza band karte waqt usne peeche mud kar Darpan ko dekha. Uske dil mein ek naya darr aur ek naya pyaar dono jag rahe the.


Dopahar mein ghar mein toofan aane wala tha. Rahul ne bina bataye ghar pahunch gaya. Darwaza Shanti ne khola toh uska chehra laal ho gaya.


“Rahul… tu yahan? Darpan college gaya hai.”


Rahul andar ghus aaya aur darwaza band kar diya. “Aunty… main aur intezaar nahi kar sakta. Aapki yaad mein din raat tadap raha hoon.”


Usne Shanti ko diwar se sata diya. Shanti ka saans tez ho gaya. “Rahul… mat kar… beta aa jayega.”


Rahul ne uske honthon ke bahut kareeb jaakar kaha, “Aunty, aapko pata hai aap kya chahti ho. Uncle ne aapko dhoka diya. Ab main hoon na… ek baar mauka do.”


Shanti ne usko dhakelne ki koshish ki, lekin uski taakat nahi thi. Rahul ne uske gale pe halka sa kiss kiya. Shanti ka sharir kaanp utha. Uske muh se halki si siskari nikal gayi.


Lekin usi waqt darwaze ki awaaz hui. Darpan college se jaldi aa gaya tha.


Shanti ne jaldi se Rahul ko dhakel diya aur darwaza kholne bhagi. Darpan andar aaya toh usne dekha – Rahul hall mein baitha tha aur Shanti kitchen ki taraf ja rahi thi, chehra laal.


Darpan ne kuch nahi kaha. Bas Rahul ko aankh maari aur apne room mein chala gaya. Rahul samajh gaya – abhi rukna padega.




Shaam ko teeno hall mein baithe the. Khana khate waqt bahut silence tha. Shanti khana paros rahi thi. Uske haath kaanp rahe the. Darpan aur Rahul dono usko dekh rahe the.


Darpan ne dheere se bola, “Mummy… aaj aap thak gayi lag rahi ho. Aaram kar lo.”


Rahul ne muskurate hue kaha, “Haan aunty, aap bahut tension mein ho. Main hoon na… baat kar lo mujhse.”


Shanti ne dono ko dekha. Uske dil mein ab dono ladke ghoom rahe the. Ek beta jo har pal saath tha, dusra woh jo uski hawas ko jaanta tha.


Raat ko Darpan ne Rahul ko bahar bheja aur mummy ke paas baith gaya. “Mummy… Rahul kyun aaya tha aaj?”


Shanti ne jhuk kar kaha, “Beta… woh bas milne aaya tha.”


Darpan ne uska haath pakad liya. “Mummy… jo bhi ho, mujhe bata dena. Main aapka beta hoon… lekin aapki har khushi ka khayal rakhunga.”


Shanti ne uske haath ko dabaya. “Beta… tu mujhe samajhta hai na?”


Darpan ne usko gale laga liya. Is baar hug mein gehra pyaar tha. Shanti ne bhi usko tightly pakad liya. Unke shareer ek dusre se bilkul lage hue the. Darpan ka haath uski kamar pe tha, Shanti ka sar uske kandhe pe.


Raat bhar dono aise hi baith rahe. Kabhi baatein, kabhi khamoshi. Shanti ke mann mein ab confusion aur gehra hota ja raha tha.




Meena Aunty Ka Twist


Agli subah Meena aunty phir aayi. Usne Shanti ko alag leke baat ki, “Shanti, Rahul yahan bahut aata jaata hai suna hai. Darpan ke dost hai lekin… tu theek toh hai na? Koi galat toh nahi kar rahi?”


Shanti ne ghabra kar mana kar diya. “Nahi behen… bas baatein hoti hain.”


Lekin Meena ki baat uske dil mein ghus gayi. Ab usko darr bhi lag raha tha.


Usi din Ramesh ka call aaya. “Shanti, sab theek hai na? Main 10 din aur ruk sakta hoon office ke kaam se.”


Shanti ne thande swar mein kaha, “Ji… jo aapko theek lage.”


Call cut karte hi usne phone phenk diya. Uske andar ka gussa phoot pada. Woh ro padi.


Darpan ne usko pakad liya. “Mummy… bas karo. Ab aur nahi sehna.”


Shanti ne uske seene mein muh chhupa liya aur rote hue boli, “Beta… mujhe bacha le. Main toot rahi hoon.”


Darpan ne uske sar pe kiss kiya aur dheere se uski peeth sahlayi. Uske haath dheere dheere neeche ki taraf ja rahe the. Shanti ne rok nahi kiya.



Raat ko Rahul ne phir message kiya. Shanti ne padha aur reply kiya, “Kal aa jaana… Darpan college jayega.”


Lekin us message ke baad usne Darpan ke room ki taraf dekha. Uski aankhon mein ab Darpan zyada tha.


Darpan ne hidden camera se sab dekha tha. Uske chehre pe ek muskurahat thi. Ab waqt aa gaya tha mummy ko apna banane ka.



Chapter 9: Teesra Kadam, Dil Ka Faisla



Ghar mein ab hawa bhi bhari hui thi. Shanti subah uthi toh usne dekha Darpan abhi bhi so raha tha. Usne dheere se uske room mein ghus kar uske chehre ko dekha. Uske beta ka chehra itna sukoon bhara tha, lekin Shanti ke dil mein toofan tha. Kal raat ki baatein, woh tight hug, woh touch… sab kuch uske dimag mein ghum raha tha.


Woh kitchen mein gayi aur nashta banane lagi. Aaj usne apni favorite red saree pehni thi, jo uske badan ko aur bhi attractive bana rahi thi. Mangalsutra abhi bhi drawer mein tha. Usne socha – “Aaj kya hone wala hai is ghar mein?”


Darpan utha aur kitchen mein aaya. Peeche se mummy ko pakad liya, bilkul normal beta wali tarah, lekin haath thoda zyada der tak uski kamar pe ruka.


“Mummy… aaj college mat jaaun? Ghar pe hi rahun tere saath.”


Shanti ka sharir ek baar phir se kaanp gaya. Usne dheere se bola, “Beta… tu ja. Padhai zaroori hai.”


Lekin uski awaaz mein woh baat nahi thi jo pehle hoti thi. Darpan ne muskurate hue kaha, “Theek hai mummy. Shaam ko jaldi aa jaunga.”


Woh college ke liye nikal gaya, lekin darwaze se bahar nikal kar wapas chupke se ghar ke peeche wali khidki se dekhne laga.



Dopahar ke 1 baje Rahul pahunch gaya. Shanti ne darwaza khola toh uska chehra laal ho gaya.


“Rahul… tu aa gaya?”


Rahul andar aaya aur turant usko gale laga liya. “Aunty… bahut din ho gaye. Aapko bahut miss kiya.”


Shanti ne usko dhakelne ki koshish ki. “Rahul… Darpan aa sakta hai kabhi bhi. Mat kar aisa.”


Lekin Rahul ne usko diwar se sata diya. Usne uske gale pe kiss kiya, phir kaan mein dheere se bola, “Aunty… aap tadap rahi ho. Main jaanta hoon. Ek baar mauka do… main aapko woh sukh dunga jo aapne kabhi nahi chakha.”


Shanti ki saans tez ho gayi. Uske haath Rahul ki chhati pe the, dhakelne ki koshish kar rahe the, lekin taakat nahi thi. Rahul ne uske honthon pe apne honth rakh diye. Shanti ne aankhein band kar li. Ek lamhe ke liye woh kiss mein kho gayi. Rahul ka haath uski kamar pe tha, dheere dheere neeche ki taraf ja raha tha.


Lekin tabhi bahar se bike ki awaaz aayi. Darpan wapas aa gaya tha.


Shanti ne jaldi se Rahul ko dhakel diya aur apna pallu theek kiya. “Chup… chup reh. Main dekhti hoon.”


Darpan andar aaya. Usne sab kuch hidden camera se dekh liya tha. Uske chehre pe gussa aur ek dark smile dono the.


“Mummy… main jaldi aa gaya. College cancel ho gaya.”


Rahul hall mein baitha tha. Teeno ke beech awkward silence tha. Shanti kitchen mein chali gayi, haath kaanp rahe the.


Darpan ne Rahul ko bahar le gaya aur dheere se bola, “Bhai… abhi ruk. Main handle kar raha hoon. Tu jaldi mat kar.”


Rahul ne irritate hokar kaha, “Bhai tu kitna time lega? Teri maa ab bilkul ready hai.”


Darpan ne usko aankh maari, “Trust kar. Mera plan hai.”




Shaam ko ghar mein teeno phir se baithe. Khana khate waqt Shanti chup thi. Darpan aur Rahul dono usko dekh rahe the. Shanti ke mann mein ab dono ladkon ke ehsaas ghoom rahe the. Ek taraf Rahul ki hawas bhari baatein, dusri taraf Darpan ka pyar bhara support.


Raat ko Darpan ne mummy ko apne room mein bula liya. “Mummy… baitho. Aaj hum baat karte hain.”


Shanti baith gayi. Darpan ne uske haath pakad liye. “Mummy… Rahul aaj kyun aaya tha?”


Shanti ne sar jhukate hue kaha, “Beta… woh bas milne aaya tha. Main confuse ho rahi hoon bahut.”


Darpan ne usko apne seene se laga liya. Is baar usne uski kamar ko tightly pakad liya. Shanti ka saans ruk gaya. Usne kuch nahi kaha, bas lipat gayi.


Darpan ne uske kaan mein dheere se kaha, “Mummy… jo bhi aap chahein, main dunga. Rahul bhi… agar aap chahein toh woh bhi. Bas aap khush raho.”


Shanti ne uske seene mein muh chhupa liya aur dheere se boli, “Beta… tu mujhe samajhta hai na? Main kya ho rahi hoon…”


Dono bahut der tak aise hi lipte rahe. Darpan ka haath uski peeth se neeche ki taraf ja raha tha. Shanti ne rok nahi kiya. Uske muh se halki si siskari nikal gayi jab Darpan ne uski kamar ke neeche halka sa dabav diya.


Raat ke 2 baje tak dono aise hi baith rahe. Shanti ne akhir mein bola, “Beta… ab sone ja. Main apne room mein jaati hoon.”


Lekin jaate waqt usne Darpan ke gaal pe halka sa kiss kiya. Pehli baar usne apne bete ko aise chhua tha.




Usi raat hidden camera mein Darpan ne dekha – Shanti apne bed pe leti hui thi. Usne apni nighty upar ki hui thi aur haath apni taangon ke beech tha. Uske muh se sirf do naam nikal rahe the… kabhi “Rahul”, kabhi “Darpan”.


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Sharmili  (A Beautiful mom tale )

Subha 6:30 minute , Abhi Uth ja college ka time ho raha hai

2 minute bus mummy utha raha hun 

10 minute abhi tak nahi utha jaldi uth ja time hota ja raha hai college ka phir Bina nasta Kiya chala jayega 

Utha mummy 

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Itna kehkar abhi Uth jata hai or fresh hone washroom me chala jata hai
.
Tabhi achanak 

Kisi ne awaj lagayi shree mujhe chai de do 

 Anushree  ; Ruko Abhi laayi 

Ye Abhi k papa or shree ke pati dev abhigyan the 
.
Anushree ; Lijiye chai lijiye Bade abhi Ji

Mummy mummy nasta de do jaldi 

Abhi ne awaj lgakar bola

Anushree beth beta me laati hun 
  
Or 2 parathe kha kar 

Abhi college k nikal jaata hai


Anushree ; aapki  Ladli Abhi tak so Rahi hai 

Abhigyan ; Kya hua Aaj wo free use sone do 

Anushree g ku nahi aapne hi sabko sar chadha rakha hai 

Abhigyan aapko bhi to shree g 

Anushree ; kya matlab me , jhepte huye. Thoda gusse me 

Abhigyan ; aree me to majak kar raha tha 

Wese Aaj to bohat beautiful lag rahi 

Ek dum swarg ki apsara meri to najar hi nahi hat rahi , Aaj red saree me bawal lag rahi ho

Anushree sharmate huye aap bhi ☺️☺️☺️

Aaj bohat pyar aa raha hai 

Abhigyan aaye ku na jab itni khubsurat biwi ho to pyar ku na aaye , esi biwi K liye mannat mangte rehte hai , har koi chahta use esi biwi mile

Anushree aap bhi kesi baaten karte ho 

Abhigyan Chalo me let ho raha hun nikalata hun byeeee 
.
Anushree me red saari pehni thi 

Baaaton baaton me aapko batana to bhul 

Ghar me 4 log hai 

First abhigyan  Abhi , or sakshi K pita or 
Anushree k pati dev

 Age 48 dikhene me decent hai kaam , or business par bohat focus rehta , Apne kaam me bussy rehte 
Hai 
.

Anushree , abhi Ki mummy or story ki Heroine 

Age 39 saal par koi keh nahi sakta , dekhne me only 30 31 saal ki lagti hai , Unke gehre kaale Baal kamar tak aate hai , Badi badi aankhe , or Rang ekdum gora dhodh jesa ,  jise dekh kar sab dekhte reh jaate hai , Najar hata paana muskil ho jata hai 
Wo kaha bhi jaati hai central attraction ban jaati hai 
Uska ek bda karan unka madak kassa hua dhodh jesa jism bhi hai

Unka jism upar se khubsurat chehra golmatol
Nagin jese lehraati kamar,  kamar k upar niche bade bade or khubsurat chaati or niche badi gol matol gaand attraction ka main kendra hai 
Unki height lagbhag 5.6 feet hai 
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.
Abhi 19 saal ka ladka hai 12 class me padta hai dikhne me kafi handsome hai 

Or last me sakshi 20 year ki hai or abhi ba 2nd year me hai college karti hai , ise or ladkiyon ki Tarah fashion karna ghumna phirna pasand hai 

Abhigyan or Abhi k jaane k baad

Mummy mandir k liye nikal padti hai aaj unhone red saari pehni huyi thi 

Gali se bahar nikalte hi 
 Kuch auto Wale chowk par khade hote hai hai 

 mummy ko apni or aata dekh auto wala dekhta reh jata hai uski najar mummy k khubsurat chehre se thik niche thi , wo saree k pallu k aar paar dekh pa raha tha deep neck blouse hone ki wajah se use red pallu k aar parr thodi si jhalak dikh rahi thi jisme wo kho jata hai , tabhi use yaad aata hai or bolta hai

madam kidhar jaana hai 
Mummy nahi jana 

Auto wala bata do chhod denge 
Mummy nahi jana mandir ja rahi hun pass me 
Oran sochte huye ye auto Wale bhi presan karte hai jise Jana hoga khud puch lega or aage chal padti hai tabhi auto Wale ka dhyan mummy ki gaand par jata hai jo patli kamar hone ki wajah se jab Mummy chalti hai to puri lachak k sath idhar udhar hilti hai , auto wala kyaa maal hai hai yrrr or laude me halchal si suru ho jaati hai or apne hath se laude ko adjust kar leta or hai or sochta hai agar paidal mandir ja rahi hai to iska Ghar aas pass hi hoga , par background hai or kya hai cheez hai yrrr 
Or sochte huye use ek sawari mil jaati hai or wo chala hai 
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Dhophar 3 bje ghar ki bell bajti hai 
Mummy gate kholi hai samne ek ladka hota hai 

Ha kon kya hua 

Kya ye abhi ka ghar hai 

Mummy ha bolo 

Me irfan hun abhi ka dost mujhe ek assignment Lena tha abhi isliye aaya tha 
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Aap kon ho abhi ki sister 

Mummy nahi abhi ki mummy 

Irfan namaste aunty g 

Aap ko dekh ke lagta hi nahi aap abhi ki mummy ho mujhe lga uski sister hai 

Mummy idhar beth jao 

Irfan sofe par Beth jata hai 

Mummy use paani deti hai lo Pani pi lo

Mummy jese hi paani deti hai unka duppata utar jaata hai or irfan deep neck cleavage k darshan ho jaate hai or wo dekhta hi reh jata hai 

Mummy jaldi se thik kar leti hai 

Mummy tum betho me abhi ko bulati hun 

Irfan man me kya maal hai yrrr 
Esi to aaj tak nahi dekhi aaj bhi Ghar aake maza hi aa gya 
Or jese hi mummy jaati hai wo piche se dekhta 
Or man me sochta hai yrrr kash me inka beta hota roj dekhta itni bdi gaand 

Or abhi se assignment lekar wapas chala jata hai 

Raste me use uske 2 dost milte hai 

Abe oo sale kaha se aa raha hai 

Yrr Abhi k ghar se 

Par itna khus ku lag raha tha hai 

Irfan nahi kuch nahi 

Abe saale bta na kya hua 

Uski behan ne line de di kya 

Irfan nahi nahi 

To kya hua 

Irfan are yrrr uski mummy 

Kya mummy 

Irfan kya zabardast hai yrrr bomb ? hai bomb 

Kya baat kar raha hai saale 

Irfan ha agar ek bar dekh liya na to sab ladkiyon ko bhul jaoge 
Acha 


Irfan ha yrr mere to dimag se hi nahi nikal rahi 

Phir to dekhna padega jarur 

Irfan wo mandir jaati hai roj kal college mat jaana phir dikhata hun 

Ok thik hun bhi to dekhen 

Baaki agle update me]]> YE STORY REALITY BASED STORY HAI
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INTRODUCTION STORY ME SATH SATH AATE RAHENGE

INTRODUCTION ME TIME NA WAIST KARTE HUYE START KARTE HAI APNI STORY

Update 1


Sharmili  (A Beautiful mom tale )

Subha 6:30 minute , Abhi Uth ja college ka time ho raha hai

2 minute bus mummy utha raha hun 

10 minute abhi tak nahi utha jaldi uth ja time hota ja raha hai college ka phir Bina nasta Kiya chala jayega 

Utha mummy 

.
Itna kehkar abhi Uth jata hai or fresh hone washroom me chala jata hai
.
Tabhi achanak 

Kisi ne awaj lagayi shree mujhe chai de do 

 Anushree  ; Ruko Abhi laayi 

Ye Abhi k papa or shree ke pati dev abhigyan the 
.
Anushree ; Lijiye chai lijiye Bade abhi Ji

Mummy mummy nasta de do jaldi 

Abhi ne awaj lgakar bola

Anushree beth beta me laati hun 
  
Or 2 parathe kha kar 

Abhi college k nikal jaata hai


Anushree ; aapki  Ladli Abhi tak so Rahi hai 

Abhigyan ; Kya hua Aaj wo free use sone do 

Anushree g ku nahi aapne hi sabko sar chadha rakha hai 

Abhigyan aapko bhi to shree g 

Anushree ; kya matlab me , jhepte huye. Thoda gusse me 

Abhigyan ; aree me to majak kar raha tha 

Wese Aaj to bohat beautiful lag rahi 

Ek dum swarg ki apsara meri to najar hi nahi hat rahi , Aaj red saree me bawal lag rahi ho

Anushree sharmate huye aap bhi ☺️☺️☺️

Aaj bohat pyar aa raha hai 

Abhigyan aaye ku na jab itni khubsurat biwi ho to pyar ku na aaye , esi biwi K liye mannat mangte rehte hai , har koi chahta use esi biwi mile

Anushree aap bhi kesi baaten karte ho 

Abhigyan Chalo me let ho raha hun nikalata hun byeeee 
.
Anushree me red saari pehni thi 

Baaaton baaton me aapko batana to bhul 

Ghar me 4 log hai 

First abhigyan  Abhi , or sakshi K pita or 
Anushree k pati dev

 Age 48 dikhene me decent hai kaam , or business par bohat focus rehta , Apne kaam me bussy rehte 
Hai 
.

Anushree , abhi Ki mummy or story ki Heroine 

Age 39 saal par koi keh nahi sakta , dekhne me only 30 31 saal ki lagti hai , Unke gehre kaale Baal kamar tak aate hai , Badi badi aankhe , or Rang ekdum gora dhodh jesa ,  jise dekh kar sab dekhte reh jaate hai , Najar hata paana muskil ho jata hai 
Wo kaha bhi jaati hai central attraction ban jaati hai 
Uska ek bda karan unka madak kassa hua dhodh jesa jism bhi hai

Unka jism upar se khubsurat chehra golmatol
Nagin jese lehraati kamar,  kamar k upar niche bade bade or khubsurat chaati or niche badi gol matol gaand attraction ka main kendra hai 
Unki height lagbhag 5.6 feet hai 
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Abhi 19 saal ka ladka hai 12 class me padta hai dikhne me kafi handsome hai 

Or last me sakshi 20 year ki hai or abhi ba 2nd year me hai college karti hai , ise or ladkiyon ki Tarah fashion karna ghumna phirna pasand hai 

Abhigyan or Abhi k jaane k baad

Mummy mandir k liye nikal padti hai aaj unhone red saari pehni huyi thi 

Gali se bahar nikalte hi 
 Kuch auto Wale chowk par khade hote hai hai 

 mummy ko apni or aata dekh auto wala dekhta reh jata hai uski najar mummy k khubsurat chehre se thik niche thi , wo saree k pallu k aar paar dekh pa raha tha deep neck blouse hone ki wajah se use red pallu k aar parr thodi si jhalak dikh rahi thi jisme wo kho jata hai , tabhi use yaad aata hai or bolta hai

madam kidhar jaana hai 
Mummy nahi jana 

Auto wala bata do chhod denge 
Mummy nahi jana mandir ja rahi hun pass me 
Oran sochte huye ye auto Wale bhi presan karte hai jise Jana hoga khud puch lega or aage chal padti hai tabhi auto Wale ka dhyan mummy ki gaand par jata hai jo patli kamar hone ki wajah se jab Mummy chalti hai to puri lachak k sath idhar udhar hilti hai , auto wala kyaa maal hai hai yrrr or laude me halchal si suru ho jaati hai or apne hath se laude ko adjust kar leta or hai or sochta hai agar paidal mandir ja rahi hai to iska Ghar aas pass hi hoga , par background hai or kya hai cheez hai yrrr 
Or sochte huye use ek sawari mil jaati hai or wo chala hai 
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Dhophar 3 bje ghar ki bell bajti hai 
Mummy gate kholi hai samne ek ladka hota hai 

Ha kon kya hua 

Kya ye abhi ka ghar hai 

Mummy ha bolo 

Me irfan hun abhi ka dost mujhe ek assignment Lena tha abhi isliye aaya tha 
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Aap kon ho abhi ki sister 

Mummy nahi abhi ki mummy 

Irfan namaste aunty g 

Aap ko dekh ke lagta hi nahi aap abhi ki mummy ho mujhe lga uski sister hai 

Mummy idhar beth jao 

Irfan sofe par Beth jata hai 

Mummy use paani deti hai lo Pani pi lo

Mummy jese hi paani deti hai unka duppata utar jaata hai or irfan deep neck cleavage k darshan ho jaate hai or wo dekhta hi reh jata hai 

Mummy jaldi se thik kar leti hai 

Mummy tum betho me abhi ko bulati hun 

Irfan man me kya maal hai yrrr 
Esi to aaj tak nahi dekhi aaj bhi Ghar aake maza hi aa gya 
Or jese hi mummy jaati hai wo piche se dekhta 
Or man me sochta hai yrrr kash me inka beta hota roj dekhta itni bdi gaand 

Or abhi se assignment lekar wapas chala jata hai 

Raste me use uske 2 dost milte hai 

Abe oo sale kaha se aa raha hai 

Yrr Abhi k ghar se 

Par itna khus ku lag raha tha hai 

Irfan nahi kuch nahi 

Abe saale bta na kya hua 

Uski behan ne line de di kya 

Irfan nahi nahi 

To kya hua 

Irfan are yrrr uski mummy 

Kya mummy 

Irfan kya zabardast hai yrrr bomb ? hai bomb 

Kya baat kar raha hai saale 

Irfan ha agar ek bar dekh liya na to sab ladkiyon ko bhul jaoge 
Acha 


Irfan ha yrr mere to dimag se hi nahi nikal rahi 

Phir to dekhna padega jarur 

Irfan wo mandir jaati hai roj kal college mat jaana phir dikhata hun 

Ok thik hun bhi to dekhen 

Baaki agle update me]]> https://xossipy.com/thread-73647.html Sun, 10 May 2026 14:58:33 +0300 https://xossipy.com/thread-73647.html शहर के एक सरकारी कॉलेज में राहुल और माही दोनों पढ़ते थे।
राहुल 21 साल का था और कई साल फेल होने की वजह से अभी भी उसी कॉलेज में था। पूरे कॉलेज में उसकी पहचान एक गुस्सैल और गुँडा किस्म के लड़के के रूप में थी।
 
वह अक्सर कॉलेज के गेट पर अपने दोस्तों के साथ खड़ा रहता, सबसे ऊँची आवाज़ में बात करता और बाकी लड़के उससे थोड़ा डरते थे।
लेकिन एक बात थी — राहुल का दिल उतना बुरा नहीं था, जितना लोग समझते थे।
माही उसी कॉलेज की सबसे शांत और होशियार लड़की थी। वह हमेशा समय पर आती, कॉलेज ड्रेस साफ-सुथरी पहनती और पढ़ाई में सबसे आगे रहती।

एक दिन कॉलेज की छुट्टी के समय तेज बारिश शुरू हो गई।
सब बच्चे बरामदे में खड़े होकर बारिश रुकने का इंतज़ार कर रहे थे।
माही के पास छाता नहीं था।
राहुल अपने दोस्तों के साथ वहीं खड़ा था। तभी उसकी नज़र माही पर पड़ी। सफेद-नीली सरकारी कॉलेज ड्रेस में, बारिश की बूंदों को देखते हुए, वह थोड़ी परेशान लग रही थी।
पहली बार राहुल का ध्यान किसी पर इस तरह गया।
उसने अपने दोस्तों से कहा,
“तुम लोग जाओ… मैं आता हूँ।”
फिर वह माही के पास गया और बोला,
“घर जाना है? मेरा छाता ले लो।”
माही ने हैरानी से उसकी ओर देखा। पूरे कॉलेज में जिसे सब गुँडा कहते थे, वही आज उसकी मदद कर रहा था।
“और तुम?” माही ने पूछा।
राहुल हल्का सा मुस्कुराया,
“मैं भीग जाऊँगा… कोई बात नहीं।”
माही ने धीरे से कहा,
“तो फिर साथ चलते हैं।”
दोनों एक ही छाते के नीचे कॉलेज से बाहर निकले।
बारिश की बूंदें सड़क पर गिर रही थीं, और राहुल पहली बार बिना किसी लड़ाई-झगड़े के चुपचाप किसी के साथ चल रहा था।

उस दिन के बाद राहुल बदलने लगा।
अब वह कॉलेज में बेवजह लड़ाई नहीं करता था। माही की वजह से उसके अंदर का अच्छा इंसान धीरे-धीरे बाहर आने लगा।
लोग कहते थे,
“जिस राहुल से पूरा कॉलेज डरता था, उसे माही की मुस्कान ने बदल दिया।” ❤️?️
असल में राहुल जितना बदलता हुआ दिख रहा था, उसके पीछे एक सच्चाई छुपी हुई थी।
उस दिन कॉलेज के पीछे वाले मैदान में राहुल अपने दोस्तों के साथ खड़ा था। बारिश के बाद मिट्टी की खुशबू पूरे माहौल में फैली हुई थी।
उसका दोस्त विक्की हँसते हुए बोला,
“राहुल, तू तो बड़ा गुँडा बनता है… अगर दम है तो उस होशियार माही को पटाकर दिखा।”
बाकी लड़के भी हँसने लगे।
राहुल ने हल्की मुस्कान के साथ कहा,
“बस इतनी सी बात? एक हफ्ते में माही खुद मेरे साथ घूमेगी।”
 
फिर दोस्तों में शर्त लग गई।
शर्त यह थी कि अगर राहुल माही को इंप्रेस कर लेता है, तो सारे दोस्त उसे पार्टी देंगे। और अगर नहीं कर पाया, तो पूरे महीने सबकी ट्रीट उसी को देनी होगी।
उसी शर्त को जीतने के लिए राहुल ने माही के पास जाना शुरू किया।
कभी वह उसकी किताबें उठाने में मदद करता,
कभी बारिश में छाता शेयर करता,
कभी क्लास के बाहर उसका इंतज़ार करता।
माही को लगा कि राहुल सच में बदल रहा है।
धीरे-धीरे दोनों की बातें बढ़ने लगीं।
राहुल भी पहले इसे सिर्फ शर्त समझकर कर रहा था, लेकिन माही की सादगी, उसकी मुस्कान और उसकी साफ दिल वाली बातें राहुल के दिल को सच में छूने लगीं।
एक दिन राहुल के दोस्तों ने उसे घेर लिया।
“क्या बात है भाई, शर्त जीतने वाला है क्या?”
विक्की ने मज़ाक उड़ाते हुए कहा।
राहुल चुप हो गया।
पहली बार उसे लगा कि यह सब खेल अब सिर्फ शर्त नहीं रहा।
उसे सच में माही पसंद आने लगी थी।
लेकिन उसी समय माही ने दूर से यह बात सुन ली।
उसकी आँखें भर आईं।
उसे समझ आ गया कि राहुल जो कुछ भी कर रहा था, वह सिर्फ उसे इंप्रेस करने और दोस्तों से शर्त जीतने के लिए था।
माही बिना कुछ बोले वहाँ से चली गई।
राहुल उसे जाते हुए बस देखता रह गया।
अब शर्त जीतना आसान था…
लेकिन शायद उसने माही का भरोसा हार दिया था। ??️
दिन धीरे-धीरे बीतने लगे।
अब राहुल हर दिन कॉलेज समय से पहले आने लगा था।
उसके दोस्त भी हैरान थे कि जो लड़का पहले क्लास बंक करता था, वही अब रोज़ कॉलेज में सबसे पहले पहुँचता है।
लेकिन सच्चाई कुछ और थी।
राहुल अभी भी अपने दोस्तों से लगी हुई शर्त को जीतना चाहता था।
उसका दोस्त विक्की रोज़ मुस्कुराकर पूछता,
“क्या हुआ भाई, माही पट गई क्या?”
राहुल हल्की हँसी के साथ कहता,
“बस थोड़ा और इंतज़ार… जीत तो मेरी ही होगी।”
दूसरी तरफ, माही को इन सब बातों की कोई खबर नहीं थी।
उसे सच में लगने लगा था कि राहुल उसके लिए बदल गया है।
बारिश वाले दिन के बाद दोनों अक्सर साथ घर जाते थे।
कभी एक ही छाते के नीचे,
कभी कॉलेज की कैंटीन में चाय पीते हुए,
कभी लाइब्रेरी में एक ही टेबल पर बैठकर।
धीरे-धीरे माही भी राहुल को पसंद करने लगी।
एक दिन क्लास खत्म होने के बाद तेज बारिश शुरू हो गई।
माही बरामदे में खड़ी थी।
राहुल उसके पास आया और बोला,
“चलो, आज भी मैं छोड़ देता हूँ।”
दोनों एक ही छाते के नीचे चलने लगे।
माही ने मुस्कुराकर कहा,
“तुम पहले जैसे बिल्कुल नहीं रहे राहुल।”
राहुल ने उसकी तरफ देखा।
उस पल पहली बार उसके दिल में हल्की सी कसक हुई।
शुरू में जो सब कुछ सिर्फ शर्त था, अब उसमें कुछ सच्ची भावनाएँ भी जुड़ने लगी थीं।
लेकिन दोस्तों के सामने वह अभी भी यही दिखा रहा था कि वह बस शर्त जीतना चाहता है।
माही को कुछ भी पता नहीं था।
उसके दिल में राहुल के लिए प्यार धीरे-धीरे बढ़ रहा था…
और राहुल दो रास्तों के बीच फँस चुका था —
शर्त जीतना या सच में माही को खो देना। ❤️?️
अगले दिन कॉलेज की छुट्टी के बाद फिर से हल्की बारिश शुरू हो गई।
कॉलेज के गेट के पास खड़ी माही को देखकर राहुल का दिल तेज़ी से धड़कने लगा।
आज उसने ठान लिया था कि वह अपने दिल की बात कहेगा।
राहुल धीरे-धीरे माही के पास गया और बोला,
“माही… मुझे तुमसे कुछ कहना है।”
माही ने हैरानी से उसकी तरफ देखा।
राहुल ने गहरी सांस ली और कहा,
“मुझे तुम अच्छी लगती हो… बहुत। शायद मैं तुमसे प्यार करने लगा हूँ।”
माही कुछ पल चुप रही। उसके चेहरे पर हल्की मुस्कान आ गई।
उसने धीरे से कहा,
“राहुल… मुझे भी तुम्हारे साथ अच्छा लगता है।”
राहुल के चेहरे पर जीत वाली मुस्कान आ गई।
उसके मन में एक तरफ दोस्तों की शर्त थी, और दूसरी तरफ माही का भरोसा।
शाम को राहुल ने कहा,
“अगर तुम चाहो तो घर चलो, माँ भी घर पर होंगी। थोड़ी देर बैठकर बात करेंगे।”
माही ने कुछ सोचकर हाँ कर दी।
दोनों राहुल के घर पहुँचे।
घर के ड्रॉइंग रूम में चाय रखी गई, और दोनों बैठकर बातें करने लगे।
यहीं से असली खेल शुरू हुआ —
यह कोई गलत बात नहीं थी, बल्कि राहुल के मन का खेल था।
एक तरफ वह शर्त जीतने की खुशी महसूस कर रहा था,
दूसरी तरफ माही की मासूमियत और भरोसा उसे अंदर ही अंदर परेशान करने लगा।
माही ने मुस्कुराकर कहा,
“मुझे लगता है तुम सच में बदल गए हो।”
यह सुनकर राहुल कुछ पल के लिए चुप हो गया।
उसके मन में सवाल चल रहा था —
क्या वह सिर्फ शर्त जीत रहा है, या सच में माही से प्यार करने लगा है?
कमरे में बाहर की बारिश की आवाज़ गूंज रही थी,
और राहुल के अंदर असली संघर्ष शुरू हो चुका था। ??️❤️
राहुल के घर में बाहर बारिश की बूंदों की आवाज़ लगातार सुनाई दे रही थी।
कमरे में हल्की सी खामोशी थी।
माही सोफ़े पर बैठी थी और राहुल उसके सामने।
कुछ देर तक दोनों बस एक-दूसरे को देखते रहे।
माही ने धीरे से पूछा,
“इतने चुप क्यों हो?”
राहुल मुस्कुराया और उसके थोड़ा करीब आ गया।
उसकी आँखों में एक अजीब सा mix था —
शर्त जीतने की खुशी और दिल में उठती नई भावनाएँ।
राहुल ने धीरे से माही का हाथ पकड़ा।
माही थोड़ा शर्माई, लेकिन उसने हाथ नहीं छुड़ाया।
बाहर बिजली चमकी और बारिश तेज़ हो गई।
उसी पल राहुल ने धीरे से माही के माथे पर एक हल्का सा प्यार भरा kiss किया।
माही की साँसें तेज़ हो गईं।

वह कुछ पल के लिए चुप रही, फिर हल्का सा मुस्कुराकर नीचे देखने लगी।
उसके लिए यह पल बहुत खास था, क्योंकि अब उसे लगने लगा था कि राहुल सच में उससे प्यार करता है।
लेकिन राहुल के मन में अभी भी दोस्तों की शर्त घूम रही थी।
उसे लग रहा था कि वह जीत के बहुत करीब है।
फिर भी, जैसे-जैसे वह माही के करीब आ रहा था, उसके दिल में guilt भी बढ़ रहा था।
क्या यह सब सिर्फ शर्त है…
या सच में प्यार?
यही सवाल अब राहुल को अंदर से परेशान करने लगा था। ?️❤️
फिर धीरे धीरे राहुल माही के करीब आता गया और एक दिन राहुल ने माही को कॉलेज मे पेरपोसे कर दिया माही को व रहुल पसंद आने लगा था और उसने राहुल को हा कर दिया फिर कुछ दिनो के राहुल ने माही को अपने घर पे मिलने के लिए बुलाया माही ने पहले मन कर दिया फिर राहुल के जीद के कारण उसके हा कर दिया और अगले ही दिन उन्होंने मिलने का प्लान किया
माही ने कॉलेज का बहाना बना कर घर से निकाल गई राहुल ने माही को लेने कॉलेज के गली तक आया माही ने फिर माही को लेकर अपने घर ले गया
   माही ने ट्रांसपेरेंट ब्लैक कुर्ती पहनी थी माही ने ब्लैक बर पहना था वो जैसे ही राहुल का नजर उसके ब्लैक बर पर गया वो बहुत खुश हुआ और उसका lund खड़ा हो गया  |
 

 और उसको लेकर अपने घर आ गया माही को अंदर ही अंदर बहुत डर रही थी लेकिन वो कुछ बोल नही पा रही थी कि वो राहुल को क्या बोले फिर राहुल माही को अपने बरांडे मी बेठया फिर माही को चाय पीने के लिए दिया और कुछ देर साथ बेठ कर उसके साथ कुछ बात  की

लेकिन राहुल का मकसद माही से बात करना नही माही को चोदना  था फिर राहुल अपने प्लान के अनुसार माही को अपने रूम मे ले गया और गेट बंद  करके उसके करीब आने लगा अचानक से लाइट वी चली गई माही  काफी डर गई थी बारिश भी तेज होने लगी थी
राहुल के लिए ये पल बहुत खास था क्युकी  वो अपने दोस्तो से लगाया हुआ सर्त जीतने वाला था धीरे राहुल माही के करीब आया और उसके माथे को चूमा और फिर उसके होंठ  को अपने मुह से चूसा
माही को कुछ समझ नही आ रहा था कि वो क्या बोले वो सांत थी राहुल अपने जोश  में  था फिर राहुल ने धीरे धीरे माही के सारे के कापरे खोलने लग और उसके बदन को चूमने लगा

फिर उसे किस करते हुए उसके मम्मों को दबाने लगा |

 अब राहुल पूरी तरह से गरम हो चुका था धीरे माही  भी राहुल के प्यार मे डूबते जा रही थी माही भी जोश में आ गई फिर माही के मम्मो को अपने मुह मे लेकर चूसने लगा

 अब राहुल को सिर्फ एक ही चीज दिख रहा था और वो था माही का chut राहुल ने माही की मम्मो को चूसते हुए उसके छूट में  अपना हाथ फेरने

लगा अब राहुल का लैंड काफी मोटा और लम्बा हो चुका था और माही के छूट मे जाने को बेकाबू होने लगा उसके माही के chut को अपने ओठ  से चूसा


 और माही के लिए ये बहुत अजीब पल था लेकिन फिर वी वो राहुल का साथ दे रही थी क्युकी  वो राहुल से काफी ज्यादा  प्यार करने लगी थी अब राहुल माही के टांगो को फैलाया और उसके छूट में अपना मोटा काला,लंड डालने ही वाला था
 
कि माही का फोन बजने लगा माही  डर गई और फोन रिसाइव कि माही की मम्मी का काल था माही को राहुल के घर पे आये काफी हो गया था इसलिए उसके घर से उसकी मा ने कॉल किया और पूछा कहा हो माही ने कहा आ रही हू इतना बोल कर कॉल काट दिया और अपने कापरे पहन कर वहा से निकल गई अब राहुल पूरे गुस्से मे था और उसका लंड वी खरा था उसने बाथरूम मे जाकर अपने लंड को अपने हाथ से हिलाया और अपना स्पर्म निकला जब जाकर उसे कुछ संती मिली

 
 ]]> शहर के एक सरकारी कॉलेज में राहुल और माही दोनों पढ़ते थे।
राहुल 21 साल का था और कई साल फेल होने की वजह से अभी भी उसी कॉलेज में था। पूरे कॉलेज में उसकी पहचान एक गुस्सैल और गुँडा किस्म के लड़के के रूप में थी।
 
वह अक्सर कॉलेज के गेट पर अपने दोस्तों के साथ खड़ा रहता, सबसे ऊँची आवाज़ में बात करता और बाकी लड़के उससे थोड़ा डरते थे।
लेकिन एक बात थी — राहुल का दिल उतना बुरा नहीं था, जितना लोग समझते थे।
माही उसी कॉलेज की सबसे शांत और होशियार लड़की थी। वह हमेशा समय पर आती, कॉलेज ड्रेस साफ-सुथरी पहनती और पढ़ाई में सबसे आगे रहती।

एक दिन कॉलेज की छुट्टी के समय तेज बारिश शुरू हो गई।
सब बच्चे बरामदे में खड़े होकर बारिश रुकने का इंतज़ार कर रहे थे।
माही के पास छाता नहीं था।
राहुल अपने दोस्तों के साथ वहीं खड़ा था। तभी उसकी नज़र माही पर पड़ी। सफेद-नीली सरकारी कॉलेज ड्रेस में, बारिश की बूंदों को देखते हुए, वह थोड़ी परेशान लग रही थी।
पहली बार राहुल का ध्यान किसी पर इस तरह गया।
उसने अपने दोस्तों से कहा,
“तुम लोग जाओ… मैं आता हूँ।”
फिर वह माही के पास गया और बोला,
“घर जाना है? मेरा छाता ले लो।”
माही ने हैरानी से उसकी ओर देखा। पूरे कॉलेज में जिसे सब गुँडा कहते थे, वही आज उसकी मदद कर रहा था।
“और तुम?” माही ने पूछा।
राहुल हल्का सा मुस्कुराया,
“मैं भीग जाऊँगा… कोई बात नहीं।”
माही ने धीरे से कहा,
“तो फिर साथ चलते हैं।”
दोनों एक ही छाते के नीचे कॉलेज से बाहर निकले।
बारिश की बूंदें सड़क पर गिर रही थीं, और राहुल पहली बार बिना किसी लड़ाई-झगड़े के चुपचाप किसी के साथ चल रहा था।

उस दिन के बाद राहुल बदलने लगा।
अब वह कॉलेज में बेवजह लड़ाई नहीं करता था। माही की वजह से उसके अंदर का अच्छा इंसान धीरे-धीरे बाहर आने लगा।
लोग कहते थे,
“जिस राहुल से पूरा कॉलेज डरता था, उसे माही की मुस्कान ने बदल दिया।” ❤️?️
असल में राहुल जितना बदलता हुआ दिख रहा था, उसके पीछे एक सच्चाई छुपी हुई थी।
उस दिन कॉलेज के पीछे वाले मैदान में राहुल अपने दोस्तों के साथ खड़ा था। बारिश के बाद मिट्टी की खुशबू पूरे माहौल में फैली हुई थी।
उसका दोस्त विक्की हँसते हुए बोला,
“राहुल, तू तो बड़ा गुँडा बनता है… अगर दम है तो उस होशियार माही को पटाकर दिखा।”
बाकी लड़के भी हँसने लगे।
राहुल ने हल्की मुस्कान के साथ कहा,
“बस इतनी सी बात? एक हफ्ते में माही खुद मेरे साथ घूमेगी।”
 
फिर दोस्तों में शर्त लग गई।
शर्त यह थी कि अगर राहुल माही को इंप्रेस कर लेता है, तो सारे दोस्त उसे पार्टी देंगे। और अगर नहीं कर पाया, तो पूरे महीने सबकी ट्रीट उसी को देनी होगी।
उसी शर्त को जीतने के लिए राहुल ने माही के पास जाना शुरू किया।
कभी वह उसकी किताबें उठाने में मदद करता,
कभी बारिश में छाता शेयर करता,
कभी क्लास के बाहर उसका इंतज़ार करता।
माही को लगा कि राहुल सच में बदल रहा है।
धीरे-धीरे दोनों की बातें बढ़ने लगीं।
राहुल भी पहले इसे सिर्फ शर्त समझकर कर रहा था, लेकिन माही की सादगी, उसकी मुस्कान और उसकी साफ दिल वाली बातें राहुल के दिल को सच में छूने लगीं।
एक दिन राहुल के दोस्तों ने उसे घेर लिया।
“क्या बात है भाई, शर्त जीतने वाला है क्या?”
विक्की ने मज़ाक उड़ाते हुए कहा।
राहुल चुप हो गया।
पहली बार उसे लगा कि यह सब खेल अब सिर्फ शर्त नहीं रहा।
उसे सच में माही पसंद आने लगी थी।
लेकिन उसी समय माही ने दूर से यह बात सुन ली।
उसकी आँखें भर आईं।
उसे समझ आ गया कि राहुल जो कुछ भी कर रहा था, वह सिर्फ उसे इंप्रेस करने और दोस्तों से शर्त जीतने के लिए था।
माही बिना कुछ बोले वहाँ से चली गई।
राहुल उसे जाते हुए बस देखता रह गया।
अब शर्त जीतना आसान था…
लेकिन शायद उसने माही का भरोसा हार दिया था। ??️
दिन धीरे-धीरे बीतने लगे।
अब राहुल हर दिन कॉलेज समय से पहले आने लगा था।
उसके दोस्त भी हैरान थे कि जो लड़का पहले क्लास बंक करता था, वही अब रोज़ कॉलेज में सबसे पहले पहुँचता है।
लेकिन सच्चाई कुछ और थी।
राहुल अभी भी अपने दोस्तों से लगी हुई शर्त को जीतना चाहता था।
उसका दोस्त विक्की रोज़ मुस्कुराकर पूछता,
“क्या हुआ भाई, माही पट गई क्या?”
राहुल हल्की हँसी के साथ कहता,
“बस थोड़ा और इंतज़ार… जीत तो मेरी ही होगी।”
दूसरी तरफ, माही को इन सब बातों की कोई खबर नहीं थी।
उसे सच में लगने लगा था कि राहुल उसके लिए बदल गया है।
बारिश वाले दिन के बाद दोनों अक्सर साथ घर जाते थे।
कभी एक ही छाते के नीचे,
कभी कॉलेज की कैंटीन में चाय पीते हुए,
कभी लाइब्रेरी में एक ही टेबल पर बैठकर।
धीरे-धीरे माही भी राहुल को पसंद करने लगी।
एक दिन क्लास खत्म होने के बाद तेज बारिश शुरू हो गई।
माही बरामदे में खड़ी थी।
राहुल उसके पास आया और बोला,
“चलो, आज भी मैं छोड़ देता हूँ।”
दोनों एक ही छाते के नीचे चलने लगे।
माही ने मुस्कुराकर कहा,
“तुम पहले जैसे बिल्कुल नहीं रहे राहुल।”
राहुल ने उसकी तरफ देखा।
उस पल पहली बार उसके दिल में हल्की सी कसक हुई।
शुरू में जो सब कुछ सिर्फ शर्त था, अब उसमें कुछ सच्ची भावनाएँ भी जुड़ने लगी थीं।
लेकिन दोस्तों के सामने वह अभी भी यही दिखा रहा था कि वह बस शर्त जीतना चाहता है।
माही को कुछ भी पता नहीं था।
उसके दिल में राहुल के लिए प्यार धीरे-धीरे बढ़ रहा था…
और राहुल दो रास्तों के बीच फँस चुका था —
शर्त जीतना या सच में माही को खो देना। ❤️?️
अगले दिन कॉलेज की छुट्टी के बाद फिर से हल्की बारिश शुरू हो गई।
कॉलेज के गेट के पास खड़ी माही को देखकर राहुल का दिल तेज़ी से धड़कने लगा।
आज उसने ठान लिया था कि वह अपने दिल की बात कहेगा।
राहुल धीरे-धीरे माही के पास गया और बोला,
“माही… मुझे तुमसे कुछ कहना है।”
माही ने हैरानी से उसकी तरफ देखा।
राहुल ने गहरी सांस ली और कहा,
“मुझे तुम अच्छी लगती हो… बहुत। शायद मैं तुमसे प्यार करने लगा हूँ।”
माही कुछ पल चुप रही। उसके चेहरे पर हल्की मुस्कान आ गई।
उसने धीरे से कहा,
“राहुल… मुझे भी तुम्हारे साथ अच्छा लगता है।”
राहुल के चेहरे पर जीत वाली मुस्कान आ गई।
उसके मन में एक तरफ दोस्तों की शर्त थी, और दूसरी तरफ माही का भरोसा।
शाम को राहुल ने कहा,
“अगर तुम चाहो तो घर चलो, माँ भी घर पर होंगी। थोड़ी देर बैठकर बात करेंगे।”
माही ने कुछ सोचकर हाँ कर दी।
दोनों राहुल के घर पहुँचे।
घर के ड्रॉइंग रूम में चाय रखी गई, और दोनों बैठकर बातें करने लगे।
यहीं से असली खेल शुरू हुआ —
यह कोई गलत बात नहीं थी, बल्कि राहुल के मन का खेल था।
एक तरफ वह शर्त जीतने की खुशी महसूस कर रहा था,
दूसरी तरफ माही की मासूमियत और भरोसा उसे अंदर ही अंदर परेशान करने लगा।
माही ने मुस्कुराकर कहा,
“मुझे लगता है तुम सच में बदल गए हो।”
यह सुनकर राहुल कुछ पल के लिए चुप हो गया।
उसके मन में सवाल चल रहा था —
क्या वह सिर्फ शर्त जीत रहा है, या सच में माही से प्यार करने लगा है?
कमरे में बाहर की बारिश की आवाज़ गूंज रही थी,
और राहुल के अंदर असली संघर्ष शुरू हो चुका था। ??️❤️
राहुल के घर में बाहर बारिश की बूंदों की आवाज़ लगातार सुनाई दे रही थी।
कमरे में हल्की सी खामोशी थी।
माही सोफ़े पर बैठी थी और राहुल उसके सामने।
कुछ देर तक दोनों बस एक-दूसरे को देखते रहे।
माही ने धीरे से पूछा,
“इतने चुप क्यों हो?”
राहुल मुस्कुराया और उसके थोड़ा करीब आ गया।
उसकी आँखों में एक अजीब सा mix था —
शर्त जीतने की खुशी और दिल में उठती नई भावनाएँ।
राहुल ने धीरे से माही का हाथ पकड़ा।
माही थोड़ा शर्माई, लेकिन उसने हाथ नहीं छुड़ाया।
बाहर बिजली चमकी और बारिश तेज़ हो गई।
उसी पल राहुल ने धीरे से माही के माथे पर एक हल्का सा प्यार भरा kiss किया।
माही की साँसें तेज़ हो गईं।

वह कुछ पल के लिए चुप रही, फिर हल्का सा मुस्कुराकर नीचे देखने लगी।
उसके लिए यह पल बहुत खास था, क्योंकि अब उसे लगने लगा था कि राहुल सच में उससे प्यार करता है।
लेकिन राहुल के मन में अभी भी दोस्तों की शर्त घूम रही थी।
उसे लग रहा था कि वह जीत के बहुत करीब है।
फिर भी, जैसे-जैसे वह माही के करीब आ रहा था, उसके दिल में guilt भी बढ़ रहा था।
क्या यह सब सिर्फ शर्त है…
या सच में प्यार?
यही सवाल अब राहुल को अंदर से परेशान करने लगा था। ?️❤️
फिर धीरे धीरे राहुल माही के करीब आता गया और एक दिन राहुल ने माही को कॉलेज मे पेरपोसे कर दिया माही को व रहुल पसंद आने लगा था और उसने राहुल को हा कर दिया फिर कुछ दिनो के राहुल ने माही को अपने घर पे मिलने के लिए बुलाया माही ने पहले मन कर दिया फिर राहुल के जीद के कारण उसके हा कर दिया और अगले ही दिन उन्होंने मिलने का प्लान किया
माही ने कॉलेज का बहाना बना कर घर से निकाल गई राहुल ने माही को लेने कॉलेज के गली तक आया माही ने फिर माही को लेकर अपने घर ले गया
   माही ने ट्रांसपेरेंट ब्लैक कुर्ती पहनी थी माही ने ब्लैक बर पहना था वो जैसे ही राहुल का नजर उसके ब्लैक बर पर गया वो बहुत खुश हुआ और उसका lund खड़ा हो गया  |
 

 और उसको लेकर अपने घर आ गया माही को अंदर ही अंदर बहुत डर रही थी लेकिन वो कुछ बोल नही पा रही थी कि वो राहुल को क्या बोले फिर राहुल माही को अपने बरांडे मी बेठया फिर माही को चाय पीने के लिए दिया और कुछ देर साथ बेठ कर उसके साथ कुछ बात  की

लेकिन राहुल का मकसद माही से बात करना नही माही को चोदना  था फिर राहुल अपने प्लान के अनुसार माही को अपने रूम मे ले गया और गेट बंद  करके उसके करीब आने लगा अचानक से लाइट वी चली गई माही  काफी डर गई थी बारिश भी तेज होने लगी थी
राहुल के लिए ये पल बहुत खास था क्युकी  वो अपने दोस्तो से लगाया हुआ सर्त जीतने वाला था धीरे राहुल माही के करीब आया और उसके माथे को चूमा और फिर उसके होंठ  को अपने मुह से चूसा
माही को कुछ समझ नही आ रहा था कि वो क्या बोले वो सांत थी राहुल अपने जोश  में  था फिर राहुल ने धीरे धीरे माही के सारे के कापरे खोलने लग और उसके बदन को चूमने लगा

फिर उसे किस करते हुए उसके मम्मों को दबाने लगा |

 अब राहुल पूरी तरह से गरम हो चुका था धीरे माही  भी राहुल के प्यार मे डूबते जा रही थी माही भी जोश में आ गई फिर माही के मम्मो को अपने मुह मे लेकर चूसने लगा

 अब राहुल को सिर्फ एक ही चीज दिख रहा था और वो था माही का chut राहुल ने माही की मम्मो को चूसते हुए उसके छूट में  अपना हाथ फेरने

लगा अब राहुल का लैंड काफी मोटा और लम्बा हो चुका था और माही के छूट मे जाने को बेकाबू होने लगा उसके माही के chut को अपने ओठ  से चूसा


 और माही के लिए ये बहुत अजीब पल था लेकिन फिर वी वो राहुल का साथ दे रही थी क्युकी  वो राहुल से काफी ज्यादा  प्यार करने लगी थी अब राहुल माही के टांगो को फैलाया और उसके छूट में अपना मोटा काला,लंड डालने ही वाला था
 
कि माही का फोन बजने लगा माही  डर गई और फोन रिसाइव कि माही की मम्मी का काल था माही को राहुल के घर पे आये काफी हो गया था इसलिए उसके घर से उसकी मा ने कॉल किया और पूछा कहा हो माही ने कहा आ रही हू इतना बोल कर कॉल काट दिया और अपने कापरे पहन कर वहा से निकल गई अब राहुल पूरे गुस्से मे था और उसका लंड वी खरा था उसने बाथरूम मे जाकर अपने लंड को अपने हाथ से हिलाया और अपना स्पर्म निकला जब जाकर उसे कुछ संती मिली

 
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