[Joker44]

Maa Bani Classmate

Hi Guys this is my new story it will also he small and short story with 20-30 updats. I am updating an old and my fav story jo discontinued ho chuki thi jo mae apne tarike se likh raha hun.hope u will enjoy this.


Characters Main heroine & Main heros


Meri Maa Main heroine: Tripti khanna (Age 42 )



Mae Rahul Khanna - Tripti Ka beta (Age 21)





Rahul ka bestfriend: Vikki  (Age 21)

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Rahul & Vikki ka Rival: Abhay (Age 21)
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Sanjeev Khanna, ek bohot hi bade businessman, apne luxurious hall ke sofa par gehri soch mein dooba baitha tha. Uska karobar din-ba-din badh raha tha, duniya bhar ki tarakki uske kadmon mein thi, par aaj uske zehen par mohabbat ka ek puraana bojh tha. Uski umar 48 saal thi, lekin uski aankhon mein apne parivar ke liye beshumar pyaar jhalakta tha. Woh apne bete aur biwi ko apni zindagi se bhi zyada aziz rakhta tha.
Tabhi, uske bete Rahul Khanna ne hall mein kadam rakha. Rahul, jo 21 saal ka tha aur BBA kar raha tha, uske chehre par jawaani aur laparwahi ka noor tha. Usne apne pita ko udaas dekha toh kuch der wahin ruk gaya.
Uske turant baad hi, Trupti Khanna bhi wahan aayi. Trupti. Khubsurti ka ek jeevant namoona. 42 saal ki hone ke bawajood, woh sirf 21 ki ladki lagti thi. Uska figure 38-28-38, jise dekh kar kisi bhi jawaan ladke ka dil machal jaaye. Uska husn waqt ke har hisaab ko jhutla raha tha.
Trupti ne naram lehje mein Sanjeev se poocha, "Kya hua? Aap itne tension mein kyun ho? Sab theek hai na business mein?"
Sanjeev ne lambhi saans li aur dhime se bola, "Trupti, baat business ki nahi hai. Baat hamaari hai. Tumhari padhai adhuri reh gayi. Sirf mere karan. Woh BBA degree jo tum adhuri chhod aayi thi, uska bojh mere dil par aaj tak hai."
Trupti mushkurayi, Sanjeev ka haath apne haathon mein liya, aur sneh se boli, "Woh hamara beeta hua kal hai, Sanjeev. Love marriage ke jazbaat mein padhai chhoot gayi, toh koi baat nahi. Hum khush hain, yeh kaafi hai."
"Nahi," Sanjeev ne zidd ki. "Mai chahta hoon tum apne sapne pure karo. Tum apni padhai puri karo."
Rahul, jo unka conversation sun raha tha, hairat se bol pada, "Kya? Is umar mein college jayegi Mummy? Seriously?"
Trupti ko bhi ek pal ke liye jijhak hui. "Haan Rahul sahi keh raha hai. Ab mai college jaungi? Sab log kya sochenge?"
Sanjeev apni jagah se utha aur Trupti ke samne khada ho gaya. Usne apne haath Trupti ke kandhon par rakhe aur garv se bola, "Tum apne aap ko dekho. Agar tum jeans aur top pehan lo toh abhi bhi 21 saal ki lagogi. Tumhara husn aaj bhi wahi hai. Mere liye, yeh zaroori hai. Lekin vekin kuch nahi. Tum apne sapne pure karo."
Trupti ki aankhon mein ek nayi chamak aayi. Aakhirkar, itne saalon baad, uske adhure khwaab ko pura karne ka mauka mil raha tha. "Theek hai, Sanjeev. Lekin mujhe admission kaun dega?"
Sanjeev ne bina deri kiye faisla suna diya, "Woh sab mai sambhaal lunga. Tumhara admission mai Rahul ke college mein kara dunga."
Rahul chauk gaya, "Mere college mein? Oh God!" Usne turant protest kiya, "Mujhe koi problem toh nahi hai, lekin... Papa, aap Mummy ko hostel pe rakhna. Please. Taki koi yeh na jaan paye ki yeh meri mummy hai. College mein socially hum dono ke liye problems hongi."
Trupti ne bhi ek pal mein haalaton ki nazakat samjhi. "Haan, Rahul sahi keh raha hai. Logon ko pata chal gaya toh badi musibat hogi."
Sanjeev ne apne bete aur biwi ki majboori samjhi. "Theek hai. Yeh secret rahega. Dono ko alag-alag hostel mil jayega."


Agla din ek naya sūraj lekar aaya. Rahul hostel jaane ke liye tayyar ho gaya. Uska samaan pehle hi bhej diya gaya tha. Tabhi Trupti bhi niche hall mein aayi, usne saamaan le rakha tha, par uske chehre par naye safar ki utsukta thi. Aaj woh saalon baad apni pehchaan wapas paane ja rahi thi.
"Rahul, tum bike le ja rahe ho ki car?" Sanjeev ne poocha.
"Mai apni bike hi le ja raha hoon," Rahul ne * jawab diya*.
"Trupti, tum car le jao," Sanjeev ne nirdesh diya.
Aur phir, maa aur beta, ek hi college ke do alag raahi ban kar, apni-apni sawari se hostel ki taraf rawana ho gaye. Girls’ hostel aur Boys’ hostel aamne-saamne the, sirf ek deewar ka faasla tha, lekin zindagi ka ek bahut bada faasla abhi bhi baaki tha.
Trupti ko jo room mila tha, usme ek ladki pehle se maujood thi—Kriti.
Trupti ne ek halki muskaan ke saath apna parichay diya, "Hii. Myself Trupti."
Kriti ne jawaabi muskaan di. "Mai Kriti. Which year?"
"BBA final year," Trupti ne dhime se kaha.
"Kya! Mai bhi final year mein hi hoon!" Kriti ki aankhein khushi se chamak uthi. "Yeh toh kamaal ho gaya. Acha hua mujhe meri classmate hi room partner mili."
Trupti ne ek chain ki saans li. "Thank you, Kriti. Aisa lag raha hai jaise naye sire se shuruat kar rahi hoon. Thoda dar bhi lag raha hai."

Kriti ne bharosa dilaya. "Ab tum tension mat lo. Mai tumhari sabse dosti kara dungi. College ka mahaul samajhne mein help karungi." Trupti ne dil se thank you kaha, uske chehre par ek chinta ki jhurri pal bhar mein gaayab ho gayi.
Kriti ne turant hi apni saari friends ko apne room mein bula liya. Trupti ka introducion karwaya. Trupti ki khubsurti aur behad maintain figure ko dekh kar sab ladkiyan ek pal ke liye hairaan reh gayi. Unhe yakin nahi ho raha tha ki yeh lady unki class mein padhegi.

Mahfil mein hansi-mazaak chal raha tha, tabhi Shital naam ki ladki, jo Kriti ki kaafi close friend thi, woh bade gusse mein room mein ghusi. Uska chehra laal tha aur aankhon mein aansu the.
Kriti ne fikar se poocha, "Kya hua, Shital? Tu itne gusse mein kyun hai? Koi problem?"
Shital ne apni saans ko kaaboo karte hue dard mein bataya, "Yaar, woh chandal chokadi ne pareshaan kar rakha hai. Bade gande gande comment maar rahe the mere upar. Aaj toh hadd hi kar di."
Trupti aur sab ladkiyan chinta mein doob gayi.
"Kya hadd kar di?" Kriti ne tez awaaz mein poocha.
Shital apne hothon ko daba gayi. "Unhone... Unhone had hi kar di yaar. Us Vikki ne, uss ghatiya ladke ne mujhe pakad ke mere hothon pe zabardasti kiss kar liya. Aur bola ki mujhe hostel mein le jaa kar saari raat chudai karega. Main kisi tarah wahan se bhaag aayi."
Poore room mein sannata chha gaya. Har ladki ke chehre par nafrat aur dar tha.
Kriti ne gusse mein apne daant pees liye. "Chalo, principal ko complaint karte hain! Abhi!"
"Nahi, yaar!" Shital zid par aadi thi. "Koi fayda nahi. Woh log phir se koi bahana kar lenge. Upar se meri badnami hogi poore college mein."
Kriti ne ek pal socha, aur phir phone nikaala. "Theek hai, agar yeh formal tareeka kaam nahi karega, toh uska ek hi ilaaj hai—street justice."
Usne turant hi apne boyfriend Pranay ko phone kiya aur saari baat sansani mein bata di.
Udhar Boys’ Hostel mein, Pranay aur uski gang ke dost—jismein Abhay bhi shamil tha, jo dono heroes mein se ek tha—carrom khel rahe the. Pranay ne phone rakha aur ek dum se gusse mein aag baboola ho gaya.
Pranay ne apni awaaz unchi ki, "Abhay! Suna tune? Shital ke saath Vikki aur uski ghatiya gang ne badtamizi ki hai! Zabardasti kiss kiya!"
Abhay, jo ekdum shant dikhta tha, uska chehra palat gaya. Uski aankhon mein ghussa aur badla lene ki aag thi. "Chalo! Saalon ke haath paaon todte hain! Aaj unko sabak sikhana padega ki ladkiyon ki izzat kaise karte hain!"
Abhay aur uski poori team Vikki aur uski gang ke paas ja pahunchi. Vikki apne doston ke saath hass raha tha, shayad Shital ko pareshan karne ki jeet mana raha tha.
Abhay ne bina ek pal ganwaye, Vikki ka collar pakad liya. Uski muthhi kas gayi thi. "Saale! Teri himmat kaise hui Shital ko kiss karne ki? Bol!"
Vikki apni ego mein chur tha. Usne zor se apne collar ko chhudaya. "Abe! Tu kiss ki baat kar raha hai? Mai toh soch raha tha ki Shital ki aaj saari raat mere room mein chudai kar loon. Lekin saali bhag gayi!"
Yeh sunte hi Abhay ki aankhon mein khoon utar aaya. Usne ek zor ka haath Vikki ke chehre par uthaya. Thappad ki gūnj se poora corridor goonj utha.
Aur phir, ek zor daar mar pit shuru ho gayi. Dono gangs jungli jaanwar ki tarah ek dusre par toot pade. Laton, ghūsson aur gaaliyon ka shor tha. Security ko aakhir mein beech bachav karna pada aur dono groups ko unke rooms mein band kar diya gaya. College mein in do groups ke jagdhe ab aam baat ho gayi thi.


Vikki, haara hua aur chot khaye apne room mein bitha tha. Uska chehra suja hua tha. Rahul, jo usse alag room mein tha lekin uska jigri dost tha, usse milne aaya.
Vikki ne ghusse mein apne haath zameen par maare. "In saalon hijdo ke group ki saari ladkiyon ko chod dunga! Ek-ek ko dekhta hoon!"
Rahul ne shanti se uska gussa thanda karne ki koshish ki, "Jaane dena bhai. Ghussa chhod abhi. Dimaag thanda kar."
Vikki ka gussa saatvein aasmaan par tha. "Nahi! Tu dekhna, Rahul! Mai kasam khata hoon. In saalon ke group ki sabse khubsurat ladki ko pata ke chodunga aur saalon ki jalaunga! Unki izzat ko taar-taar karunga publicly!"
Rahul, apne dost ki batein sun kar, apne andar ke ego aur shararat ko rok nahi paya. Usko yeh ek challenge laga.
"Agar tune nahi patayi, toh mai pata ke jalaunga saalon ki!" Rahul ne muskurate hue zid ki. Anjaane mein, usne apni hi maa ko ek gandi baazi ka shikaar bana diya tha.
Vikki khush ho gaya. Uski aankhon mein shaitani chamak thi. Usne hasste hue Rahul ko gale laga liya. "Tu hi mera bhai hai! Sahi baat!"
Rahul ne apne gale se dost ko alag kiya. "Chal, beer peete hain. Aaj ka din bhoolna hai."
Aur dono dost iss ghatiya soch aur nayee chunauti ko apne dil mein dabaye hue, hostel ki raat mein doob gaye. Unhe yeh khabar nahi thi ki jis nishaane ki woh baat kar rahe the, woh nishaana unke paas hi unki class mein aaj raat se shuruat kar raha hai.

Subah ka waqt tha. Hostel ke room mein kamaal ki chahal pahal thi. Aaj Trupti ki zindagi ka pehla college day tha. Kriti aur Trupti taiyaar ho rahi thin, ek naya sūraj unka intezaar kar raha tha.

Trupti dheere dheere taiyaar ho rahi thi, har ang kamaal ka nazar aa raha tha. 42 saal ki hone ke bawajood, uski skin mein ek anokhi chamak thi. Uska figure 38-28-38 behad kasav mein tha.
Kriti impatience mein bol padi, “Chal na Trupti! Kitna time lagayegi? Pura college campus teen kilometer lamba hai, dekh kahin late na ho jaayein!”
Trupti muskurayi, “Bas thodi der ruk ja, Kriti. Thoda nervous feel ho raha hai.”
Tabhi, Shital room mein aayi. Uski aankhon mein aaj bhi pichle din ke jhagadhe ka gussa tha. Shital: “Chalo Kriti! Humein jaldi jaana hai. Woh Astana Ma’am se milna hai zaroori kaam se.” Kriti: “Arre haan yaar! Mai toh bhul hi gayi thi. Trupti, tum peeche se aa jaana. Mai tumhe college building mein milungi.” Trupti: “Theek hai.”
Kriti aur Shital apni scooty se campus ki lambhi road par nikal gaye.
Trupti ne kuch der baad apna make-up check kiya aur taiyaar ho gayi. Usne ek stunning grey colour ka chamkila gown pehna tha, jo uski figure ko kas ke pakde hue tha. Aankhon par large gogals lagaye aur woh apni car se college ki taraf nikal padi.


College campus ka mahaul ekdum behtareen tha. Badi hostel building ke baad ghane pedon ka ilaaka tha, phir badi college building, peeche shaandar garden aur bagal mein library.
Trupti ne apni imported car parking area mein park ki. Wahin Abhay aur Pranay baithe the, subah ki dhoop mein gup shup kar rahe the.
Jaise hi Trupti car se utarri, ek pal ke liye waqt ruk gaya. Abhay aur Pranay dono ki nazrein Trupti par jam gayi thin. Woh gogals mein behad hot aur ekdum professional lag rahi thi—ek apsara jo zameen par utar aayi thi.
Abhay ki aankhein chaudi ho gayi. Uske muh se saraahat mein nikla, “Wow! Kya mall hai!” Pranay ne apna sir hilaaya, apni baat ko tasdeeq karte hue. “Haan bhai! Aisa mall toh ek bhi nahi hai poore college mein. Yeh toh next level hai!”
Trupti car ko lock karke aage badhne lagi. Usne high heels pehan rakhi thi, aur jis tarah woh chalti thi, uski gaand mast thirak rahi thi. Har kadam ek rhythm mein tha, jo dono ladkon ke dimaag mein ek aag laga raha tha.
Abhay aur Pranay ki nazar Trupti ki gaand se hat hi nahi rahi thi. Dono ke pant mein turant hi tent ban gaye the. Yeh jawaani ka garam josh asar tha.
Abhay: “Kya gaand hai saali ki! Ekdum tight aur gol.” Pranay: “Haan bhai! Aisi gaand toh meri GF ki bhi nahi hai. Gajab ki haye tauba hai!” Abhay turant possessive ho gaya. “Tu mat dekh bhai! Yeh teri bhabhi hai. Yeh jaldi hi meri GF banegi. Pakka!” Pranay: “Agar tu iss pathake ko patane mein kamyaab ho gaya toh tere mazze hi mazze hain, Abhay!” Abhay ki aankhon mein hawas thi. “Haan bhai! Mai pehle toh iske bade bade boobs jam ke chusunga. Aur phir iski sexy gaand marunga! Shuruat toh honi chahiye!” Pranay: “Toh chal phir. Koi aur chance na maar le!”
Dono uth kar turant college building ke andar ki taraf chal diye.



College ke verandah mein Trupti andar pahunch chuki thi aur Kriti se mil rahi thi. Unke aas paas aur bhi kuch friends khade the.
Wahin Ruhan naam ka ek ladka khada tha, jiski nazar Trupti se hat nahi rahi thi. Woh daudta hua Vikki aur uske doston ke paas gaya, jo basketball court mein thhe.
Rahul: “Kya hua Rohan? Itna bhagta hua kyun aa raha hai?” Rohan: “Yaar! Tum log yahan basketball khel rahe ho! Aur wahan college mein ek mast mall aayi hai! Woh toh swarg ki apsara se bhi zyada sundar hai!” Vikki: “Kya bol raha hai? Hawa mein hai kya?” Rohan: “Haan bhai! Woh kisi heroin se kam nahi hai. Ek baar dekhte hi deewana ho jaoge.” Vikki ki aankhon mein shikaar ki chamak aayi. “Toh chalo! Chal ke saali ko line maarte hain! Apna challenge shuru karte hain!” Rahul: “Haan haan! Chalo!”
Rahul aur uski poori gang college ke andar gayi. Verandah mein Trupti, Kriti aur uski friends se baat kar rahi thi. Rahul aur uske dost wahin khade ho kar line maarne lage. Sab ki nazrein Trupti ki gaand ko hi ghoor rahi thin.
Vikki: “Kya gaand hai baap! Dil toh kar raha hai saali ko nangi kar ke yahin gaand maar loon!” Rahul: “Sach mein yaar! Saali ki gaand bohot sexy hai. Agar pat gayi toh pehla kaam iski gaand marunga.”
Rahul, bekhabar, apni hi maa ke husn aur jism par gandi comment kar raha tha.
Tabhi Kriti ki nazar Rahul aur uske doston par jaati hai. Woh gusse se dekhne lagti hai. Kriti: “Saale haraami kahin ke!”
Trupti: “Kisko gaali de rahi ho, Kriti?” Kriti: “Uss chandal chokadi ko! Inko sharam nahi aati.”
Trupti mudh kar dekhti hai.
Aur yeh woh pal tha. Jis pal Rahul ne apni maa ko hostel ki zid par alag kiya tha, ussi pal usne apni maa ko college mein dekha.
Rahul hakkā bakkā reh gaya. Uska saara khoon thandā pad gaya. Uski aankhein chaudi ho gayi thin. Uske dost uski hi maa par line maar rahe the, aur woh khud bhi apni hi maa par line maar raha tha.
Shock ke baad, ek naya jazbaat uss mein utha. Usne apni maa ki khubsurati ko aaj tak gaur se nahi dekha tha, lekin aaj woh uski aankhon mein, uske dil mein utar gayi thi. Woh toh aankhon se hi apni maa ko chodh raha tha, sirf uski khubsurti dekh kar.
Kriti: “Trupti, iss chandal chokadi se door rehna. Yeh saare ke saare loafer ladke hain.” Trupti: “Theek hai Kriti.”


Sab log class mein jaate hain. Abhi bhi Rahul aur uske dost Trupti par line maar rahe the. Uski har harkat par unki gandi nazar thi.
Tabhi Abhay aur uske dost class mein aate hain. Abhay Trupti ko Kriti ke saath dekh kar khush ho jaata hai—ab toh yeh uske target ke group ki friend ban chuki thi.
Abhay: “Hii Kriti!” Kriti: “Hii Abhay!” Kriti uth kar Abhay ke gale lag jaati hai.
Abhay Trupti ki taraf dekhta hai. “Yeh kaun hai?” Kriti: “Arre, yeh hamari nayi friend Trupti hai. Aur Trupti, yeh hamara friend Abhay hai.” Abhay: “Hii Trupti!” Trupti: “Hii Abhay!”
Aur Abhay turant Trupti ke gale lag jaata hai. Ek lambha Trupti hairaan hui, phir usne bhi dheere se Abhay ko hug kiya.
Yeh dekh kar Rahul ki jal gayi. Uska dimag gusse se phat raha tha ki Abhay uski maa ke gale laga hua tha. Rahul, jo Abhay ko bilkul pasand nahi karta tha, uske andar ek aag lag gayi.
Trupti aur Abhay ek hi bench par baithe the. Yeh dekh kar Rahul ke andar aag lagi hui thi. Woh andar se jal raha tha, aur yeh uske chehre se saaf pata chal raha tha. Uska class mein dhyan nahi tha, uski nazrein Trupti aur Abhay par thhin. Tabhi lecturer ka dhyan us par gaya, woh gussa ho gaye aur use class se baahar nikaala.
Trupti ko bura laga ki lecturer ne uske bete ko class se baahar nikal diya. Yeh ek ajeeb majboori thi.


College shuru hue ek hafta ho gaya tha, aur Trupti ke toh college mein kai deewane ho gaye the. Yeh Trupti achhe se jaanti thi, aur uska sabse karibi deewana Abhay tha.
Trupti aur Kriti hostel mein baithe the. Kriti: “Trupti, mujhe lagta hai Abhay tera deewana ho gaya hai.” Trupti: “Haan, mujhe maloom hai.” Kriti: “Teri toh lottery lag gayi! Jis ladke ki college ki har ladki deewani hai, woh tera deewana hai. Kya tu bhi usse pasand karti hai?” Trupti: “Haan, lekin ek dost ki tarah. Baaki kuch nahi hai.” Kriti: “Tu pagal ho gayi hai! Tujhe Abhay jaise ladke ko BF nahi banana?” Trupti: “Mujhe Abhay ko hi nahi, balki kisi ka BF nahi banana.” Kriti: “Bina BF ke bhi kya mazza hai, Trupti?” Trupti: “Mujhe aise kuch pasand nahi hai. Chalo, ab college chalte hain.”
Aur dono college ke liye nikal jaate hain.
Udhar Abhay aur uska ek dost Atul college garden mein baithe the. Abhay: “Yaar, iss Trupti ne toh meri neend uda rakhi hai. Saali ab toh sapnon mein bhi nangi hi aati hai.” Atul: “Yaar, teri toh college ki har ladki deewani hai. Aur mujhe lagta hai Trupti bhi teri deewani hai.” Abhay: “Haan yaar, Trupti ko chodne ke liye marra ja raha hoon.” Atul: “Ek baar propose kar de, phir raat din Trupti ko chodte hi rehna.” Abhay: “Lekin kaise propose karoon? Uske saath koi na koi rehta hi hai.” Atul: “Aaj hum log exhibition ke liye SVR college ja rahe hain. Wahin tu Trupti ko propose kar de. Aur mauka mile toh chod bhi dena.” Abhay: “Haan yaar! Jab tak isse chodunga nahi, mazza nahi aayega.”
Tabhi Vikki, Rahul aur uske dost garden mein aate hain.
Vikki: “Mereko pata hai Abhay, tu uss sexy Trupti ka deewana hai. Aur ho bhi kyun na, saali hai bhi mast mall! Kyun, Rahul?”
Rahul ke saamne hi uski mummy ki gandi gandi baatein ho rahi thin, lekin Rahul kuch nahi bol sakta tha. Rahul: “Haan yaar.”
Abhay gusse se: “Saalo! Trupti ke baare kuch bhi mat bolo!” Vikki: “Bolenge toh kya kar lega be? Tu koun hota hai bolne wala?” Abhay: “Saale, tujhe jaan se maar dunga!” Vikki: “Tu mera kuch nahi ukhaad payega. Tere se pehle mai uss Trupti ko patta ke chod bhi dalunga!” Abhay haskar: “Tu patayega Trupti jaisa mall? Challenge accepted!”
Vikki aur Abhay ek dusre ko gaali dene lage. Rahul ne Vikki ko aur Atul ne Abhay ko khinch kar alag kar diya.
Rahul ke saamne hi do logon ne challenge liya tha ki usse patta ke chodenge. Rahul isse bohot pareshaan ho gaya tha. Usne socha ki usse Trupti se baat karni chahiye. Woh chup nahi reh sakta tha.
Trupti Kriti aur baaki friends ke saath bus ke paas thi. Rahul turant Trupti ke paas gaya. Rahul: “Trupti, mujhe tumse kuch baat karni hai.” Kriti: “Lekin isse tum jaise awara ladke se koi baat nahi karni!” Trupti: “Chhodo Kriti. Bolne do usse. Bolo Rahul, kya baat hai?” Rahul: “Mujhe akele mein baat karni hai. Toh kya tum bus mein mere saath baithogi?” Trupti: “Kyun nahi? Theek hai.”
Rahul bus mein ghus gaya. Kriti, gusse aur hairani se Trupti ko bolne lagi. Kriti: “Tu pagal ho gayi hai kya? Iss awara ladke ke saath baithegi kya tu?” Trupti: “Toh kya fark padega? Woh mujhe kuch thodi kar dega?” Kriti: “Yaar, socha ki Abhay ko kaisa lagega? Woh tumse pyaar karta hai!” Trupti: “Mujhe kisi ki kyun parwah honi chahiye?”
Trupti ne ek gehra saans liya aur bus mein chadh gayi… wahi bus jismein uska beta uska intezaar kar raha tha. Woh anjaan thi ki jis bete se woh chup kar mili thi, ussi bete ke dost aur dushman ussi par apni gandi nazrein gadaye the.



Trupti bhi bus mein ghus gayi aur seedha Rahul ke bazu mein jaake baith gayi. Bus ke andar ka mahaul ek dum garam ho gaya. Trupti ka husn aaj yellow top aur white jeans mein ek alag hi bijli gira raha tha.

Yeh dekh Vikki ne turant Rahul ko aankhon se ishaare kiye, jaise māze lene ko keh raha ho. Vikki ko lag raha tha ki Rahul sirf acting kar raha hai. Wahin, Abhay bus mein khada tha, Trupti ko Rahul ke saath dekh kar uski jaloun buri tarah badh gayi thi. Uska gussa aur pyaar dono ek saath use tadpa rahe the.
Pichli seat par Shital pareshaan khadi thi. Vikki ne usko dekha aur apne doston se bola: Kyun na Shital ke maze liye jaye? Woh aur uske dost sab piche chale gaye. Yeh sab dekh Shital ghabra gayi, usse pichle din bus ki chudai yaad aayi.
Idhar Rahul aur Trupti aapas mein dheere dheere baat karne lage. Trupti ka jism uski mamta aur ek aurat ki tadap ke beech phas chuka tha.
Trupti: “Bolo beta, kya baat hai?” Rahul: “Kuch nahi, bas aise hi aapke saath samay bitana tha. Pata nahi kyun, aapke paas aakar ek alag sa shanti milta hai.”
Trupti pyar se muskurayi: “Oohh.” Usko apne bete ka yeh nazdeeki pyaar bahut achha lag raha tha. Usko lag raha tha ki kam se kam Rahul uske qareeb toh hai, jisse woh surakshit hai.
Trupti ko Rahul ke saath pyaar se baat karta dekh kar Abhay ki gaand aur zyada jalne lagi thi. Uski aankhon mein aag thi.
Rahul: “Aap college ke ladkon se door raha karo. Saale sab aap par line maarte hain!”
Trupti muskura ke apni aankhein chaudi ki: “Toh kya tumhe jaloun hoti hai?”
Rahul ne apni peeth seedhi ki. Uske mann mein ab koi sharm nahi thi. Rahul: “Haan Mummy, yeh bhi koi poochne ki baat hai? Ab toh aap meri GF ho!” Trupti pyar aur nazarandaazi se boli: “Ohh, mera beta.”
Rahul: “Ab tak mai jala hoon. Ab dekho, sabko jalata hoon!”
Yeh bol kar, Rahul ne Trupti ke kamar mein haath daala aur ek tez jhatke se usse apni taraf kheench liya. Ab Rahul aur Trupti ek dusre se bilkul chipake hue thhe. Trupti ke naram boobs Rahul ki chhati par zor se dab gaye. Un dono ke beech ab koi faasla nahi tha.
Trupti ek dum se hosh mein aayi: “Yeh kya kar rahe ho tum!” Uski awaaz dheemi thi taaki koi aur na sun paye.
Rahul ne apni awaaz dheemi aur shaitani ki: “Mummy, aapke deewanon ke mooh toh dekho! Inko jalana kitna mazedaar hai!”
Rahul ki baat sach thi. Sab ke chehre se saaf pata chal raha tha ki unhe kitni jaloun ho rahi hai. Aur sabse zyada Abhay ke chehre par dikha raha tha. Uska chehra gusse aur nafrat se laal ho chuka tha.
Ab toh Rahul ne saare raaste sabko aise hi jalaane ka socha. Usne apna dono haath Trupti ki kamar aur gaand par rakha aur usse kas ke pakad liya. Trupti apne bete ki baahon mein ek aurat ki tarah qaid thi. Uska jism madhosh ho raha tha, uske bete ki garmi usse ek ajeeb sa sukh de rahi thi. Yeh ek khaufnak khel tha, jahan ek beta apni maa ko duniya ke saamne apni rakhel bana raha tha.

SVR College ki campus kamaal ki thi. Humare college se kuch door, lekin utni hi shaan-o-shaukat mein dooba hua. Bus apni manzil tak pahunch chuki thi. Darwaza khula aur students ka hujoom ek saath utra.
Rahul aur Trupti, ek anokha jodā, bus se saath utre. Trupti ne apni high heels ko zameen par rakha aur uske har kadam se ek nayi tarang paida ho rahi thi. Grey gown mein uski figure 38-28-38 ekdum perfect dikhi de rahi thi. Uski kamar ki luchak aur gaand ki thirak ne wahan maujood har ladke ki saansein rok di thin.
Woh dono baatein karte hue chalne lage. Trupti ki aawaaz mein ek softness thi, aur Rahul apne hi soch mein dooba hua tha—kya usse apni maa ko sachai bata deni chahiye?
Unke theek peeche Abhay chal raha tha. Uska chehra gusse aur jaloun se laal ho raha tha. Yeh ladka, jo Trupti ke saath itni dosti badha raha tha, woh kaun tha? Abhay ko bilkul achha nahi lag raha tha ki uski target kisi aur ke saath itni close ho.
Uski haalat dekh kar, Vikki apni jagah par bada khush ho raha tha. Usne mann hi mann mein socha: Achha hai, dono aapas mein ladenge. Mera kaam aasaan ho jayega.


Idhar Kriti ne dekha ki Shital kuch pareshaan dikhi. Uska chehra uthra hua tha aur aankhon mein sharm aur khauf saaf nazar aa raha tha. Kriti turant Shital ke paas gayi.
Kriti: “Kya hua Shital? Itni pareshaan kyun hai? Wahan se jab se utri hai, tu theek nahi lag rahi.”
Shital: “Kuch nahi Kriti. Bas aise hi. Thoda headache hai.”
Kriti: “Jhooth mat bol. Bata na, kya baat hai? Abhi tak woh Vikki ki ghatiya harkat se pareshan hai?”
Shital ne charon taraf dekha, apne doston ko nazdik aate dekha. Woh Kriti ko ek taraf kheench kar le gayi. Uski awaaz kaamp rahi thi. Shital: “Yaar... usse bhi zyada. Bus ki last seat pe... uss Vikki ne jabardasti meri chudai ki. Mera mooh daboch ke... aur mera video bhi banaya.”
Kriti ki aankhein phati ki phati reh gayi. Uska khoon khaul utha. Kriti: “Kya bol rahi hai! Uski itni himmat! Chal, hum complaint karte hain! Abhi ke abhi!” Shital ne darr se apna haath Kriti ke haath par rakh diya. “Nahi Kriti! Please. Agar usko pata chala, woh video viral kar dega! Meri izzat... mera parivar...”
Kriti ek pal ke liye saari duniya bhul gayi. Usne Shital ko jor se gale laga liya*. Usne himmat dete hue kaha, “Tu tension mat le. Hum log Simran Ma’am se baat karenge. Woh humari madat karengi. Woh bahut strict hain aise maamlon mein. Yeh baat secret rahegi.”


Idhar Rahul aur Trupti baatein karte hue exhibition hall ki taraf badh rahe the. Rahul ko Abhay ki jaloun saaf nazar aa rahi thi, aur uske dimaag mein ek shararat aayi—Kyun na Abhay ko aur jalaya jaye? Woh jaanta tha ki Abhay uski maa ko pasand karta hai.
Aur phir, ek ajeeb majboori mein dooba hua beta, apni hi maa ki gaand par halke se haath rakh diya.
Trupti ek dum se jijhak gayi. Usne dheere se apne bete ko dekhkar kaan mein bola, "Rahul, yeh kya hai ab? College mein ho tum!"
Rahul ne muskura kar kaha, “Arre Mummy! Thoda jalane toh do Abhay ko! Dekho kaise ghoor raha hai. Usko lagne do ki hum dono bahut close hain.”
Trupti thodi der shant rahi. Usko sharam bhi aayi, lekin apne bete ki shararat par ek halki smile de di. Yeh smile ek tarah se permission thi.
Aur phir, Rahul besharmi aur josh se Trupti ke figure ki sabse haseen jagah—uska gol aur kasawdaar hissā—uss gaand par hath ferate hue chalne laga. Uski ungliyan us grey gown ke kapde ke upar se Trupti ki garam skin ko mehsoos kar rahi thin.
Trupti ko ek ajeeb si sensation mehsoos hui. Saalon baad kisi jawaan haath ki chhuwan uske jism par mehsoos hui thi. Uska dil zor se dhadakne laga. Usko yaad nahi tha ki aakhri baar kab usne itna excitement mehsoos kiya tha.
Peeche Abhay yeh sab dekhte hi aur zyada irritate ho gaya. Uska gussa aag mein badal raha tha. Woh mann hi mann mein soch raha tha, Yeh kaun hai jo itni hot ladki ko is tarah chhu raha hai?
Vikki bhi yeh sab dekhkar hairaan tha. Uska dimaag kharab ho raha tha. Saala Rahul itni sexy gaand par hath fer raha hai! Vikki ne apni pant ke andar hue tent ko adjust kiya. Bas ek baar Trupti ki gaand maarne mil jaye toh mazza aa jayega. Uska figure... uske curves... sab kuch uski soch mein doob chuka tha.


Sab log college ke andar chale gaye aur lecturer sabko lab ke andar le gaye. Exhibition shuru ho gaya.
Lab ke andar kuch der baad, Kriti Trupti se bola hi nahi reh payi. Kriti: “Arre yaar! Woh Rahul kya bol raha tha? Abhay ko dekha! Kitni jealousy feel ho rahi thi!”
Trupti ko samajh mein nahi aaya ki Kriti ko kya jawab de. Woh hadbadahat mein jhooth bol gayi—ek aisa jhooth jisne unki kahani ko ek naya mod de diya.
Trupti: “Woh... Rahul ne mujhe propose kiya hai.”
Kriti chauk gayi. Uski aankhein badi ho gayi thin. Kriti: “Kya! Trupti, tune haan toh nahi bola?” Trupti: “Nahi, abhi tak toh nahi.”
Kriti gusse mein bola, “Uss awara ladke ko haan bolne ki zaroorat nahi hai! Woh loafer hai! Tu sirf Abhay se hi pyar karna. Abhay kitna achha hai, caring hai! Woh tujhe khush rakhega. Rahul toh sirf time pass karega!”
Trupti andar hi andar muskura rahi thi. Use achha lag raha tha ki uski nayi dost usse protect kar rahi hai. Lekin woh jaanti thi ki uske liye kisi ko chunnā kitna mushkil hone wala hai. Ek taraf uska beta, jo usse apni maa se zyada ek aurat ki tarah treat kar raha tha. Dusri taraf Abhay, jo bepannah mohabbat ka daawa kar raha tha. Aur beech mein woh khud—adultery ke khatarnak raste par chalne ko majboor.


Exhibition hall mein sab students apne projects mein vyast the. Trupti apne jhoothe propose aur Abhay ki jealousy par Kriti ki baatein sun kar ek ajeeb dilemna mein ghiri thi. Uska dimag Shree Sanjeev Khanna ki biwi tha, lekin uska jism aaj fir se jawaan ho chuka tha.
Tabhi, Abhay gusse aur junoon se bhara hua seedha Trupti ke paas aaya. Uska chehra laal tha, aankhein kisi nasha mein doobi hui lag rahi thin. Usne bina kuch kahe, ekdum se Trupti ko godh mein utha liya.


Trupti ek pal ke liye hairaan ho gayi!
Kriti zor se chillaayi, “Abhay! Yeh kya kar raha hai! Chhod usse!”
Lekin Abhay apne junoon mein itna dooba tha ki use kuch sunaai nahi diya. Sirf Kriti ko chod kar, yeh harkat kisi aur ne nahi dekhi thi. Usko toh apne doston ko dikha kar Trupti ko bataana tha ki usse Abhay se door rehna chahiye tha.
Woh Trupti ko lab se turant baahar le gaya, corridor ke ek kone mein jahan shor kam tha. Usne Trupti ko zor se deewar se satha diya. Trupti ka chamkila gown deewar aur Abhay ke jism ke beech daba hua tha.
Abhay ne Trupti ko saamne se dabocha aur apna garam lund (jo tight jeans ke andar tan chuka tha) Trupti ki gaand ke darar mein gown ke upar se ghusa diya. Usne Trupti ki kamr ko pakda aur apna lund uski gaand par masalte hue apni awaaz ko gehra kiya.
Abhay: “I love you, Trupti! Damn! Tum samajhti kyun nahi ho? Mujhe tum Rahul ke saath dekh kar chid hoti hai! Tum sirf meri ho!”
Yeh sab itni jaldi hua ki Trupti sambhal bhi nahi payi. Uski dhadkan zoron se dhadak rahi thi. Uski gaand par ek jawaan ladke ke lund ka ehsaas usse pagal kar raha tha. Usne ghabrahat mein kaha: Trupti: “Abhay! Chhodo mujhe! Yeh tum galat kar rahe ho! Koi dekh lega!”
Abhay ne uski baat ansuna kar diya. Uska dimaag hawas aur junoon mein band tha. Usne apna chehra Trupti ki gardan par jhukaya aur uski naram gardan ko chumne laga, apne honthon se ek garam nishan chhod raha tha. Uski ek badi muthhi Trupti ki kamr ko pakad kar uski gaand par lund masal rahi thi.
Trupti ki aankhein band ho gayi thin. Uske jism mein ek anokha current daud raha tha.
Abhay: “Trupti, mai tujhe itna pyaar karta hoon ki mai tumhe kisi aur ke saath dekh nahi sakta! Tumhe pata hai tum kitni hot ho?”
Phir Abhay ne Trupti ko apni taraf ghumaya. Uska lund ab Trupti ke pet par ragad raha tha. Usne Trupti ke honthon par apne honth rakh diye. Yeh ek ajeeb sa kiss tha. Zid se bhara aur hawas se labrez.

Abhay ne ek haath se Trupti ke lambe baal pakde hue the taaki woh hil na paye, aur doosre haath se uske kulhon ko, uske 38 inch ki gaand ko zor se masal raha tha. Woh Trupti ke honth passionately chus raha tha. Uski saari shakti aur jawaani uss kiss mein thi.
Phir Abhay ne Trupti ke muh mein muh daala aur usse French Kiss karne laga. Woh Trupti ki zabaan ko apne muh mein lekar aggressively chusne laga.
Uski chhuwan itni garam thi ki Trupti bhi uss pal mein kho gayi. Uski sansein tez ho gayi thin. Usne khud ko rokne ki koshish ki, lekin uske jism ne saath nahi diya. Woh ek halki si moaning daba gayi uss kiss ke beech—"Aah..." sirf ek halki si sargoshi.
Abhay ne Trupti ko ek achhi si deep kiss di, uske saare ras chus liye, phir jaa kar Trupti ke honth chhod diye.
Trupti saans letē hue gusse se dhaaka diya Abhay ko. Uski aankhon mein ghussa tha, lekin jism mein junoon ki aag lag chuki thi. Woh turant andar chali gayi aur apna exhibition poora karne lagi.


Exhibition khatam hua aur sab waapas jaane ke liye nikle. Iss baar Trupti ne socha ki woh jake bus ki pichli seat par baithegi, taaki Rahul uske paas aake baithe aur woh akele mein usse baat kar paye. Aur woh bhi Abhay ko aur jalana chahti thi, kyunki uske saath Abhay ne jo kiya tha woh galat tha.
Lekin Rahul uske paas baithe, usse pehle Vikki turant aaya aur Trupti ke bagal mein baith gaya. Rahul ko majbooran doosri seat par baithna pada. Abhay aage ki seat par baitha tha.
Vikki ek naughty smile ke saath bola, “Hii Trupti.” Trupti: “Hii.”
Vikki: “Tum badi khubsurat ho. Aisi item college mein pehle kabhi nahi aayi.” Trupti: “Thank you.”
Tabhi Vikki ne apna haath Trupti ki nangi jaangh (jo gown ke niche se dikhi de rahi thi) par rakha. Trupti ne turant uske haath ko hata diya aur gusse se bola: Trupti: “Dhang se baitho! Yeh kya harkat hai?”
Vikki ussi waqt Trupti ki kamar pakdi aur apni taraf zor se kheench liya. Uski aankhon mein ekdum gussa aur hawas tha. Vikki: “Saali! Nakhre kar rahi hai? Jab Rahul ne teri gaand par haath phera, tab kuch nahi boli! Aur saale Abhay ne toh teri gaand par lund hi masal diya, tab bhi kuch nahi boli! Mujh mein kya kaante lage hue hain jo haath hata rahi hai?”
Trupti shock mein darasal kuch bol nahi payi. Usko yeh samajh nahi aaya ki Vikki ko Abhay aur uska kiss kaise pata chala.
Vikki ne ghusse mein Trupti ko utha ke apni godh mein bitha liya. Trupti ki cheekh uss lambi bus ke shor mein dab gayi.
Bus mein baaki students apne doston ke saath busy the aur kisi ka dhyan piche nahi gaya. Vikki ne Trupti ke boobs (jo 38 inch ke tight aur bhare hue thhe) pakad kar masalna shuru kar diya.
Trupti uski godh mein uski pant ke upar se apna lund apni gaand ki darar mein mehsoos kar rahi thi. Uski saans tez ho gayi thi. Vikki ne apna muh Trupti ki gardan par rakha aur uski garmi ko chumne laga.



Vikki: “Aah, Trupti... tujhe toh aaj chhodunga nahi. Maza aa raha hai na?”
Trupti ne apna muh daba liya taaki uski awaaz na nikal paye. Woh ek majboori mein thi.
Saare raaste Vikki ne Trupti ko apni godh mein bitha ke uski chhati aur kamar ko masalta raha. Jab bus college pahunche, Trupti jaldi se Vikki ki godh se uth kar apne room ki taraf bhaag gayi. Uski saans phool rahi thi. Uski dhadkan tez thi. Aaj usne ek hi din mein do alag alag jawaan haathon ki hawas mehsoos ki thi. Woh hostel mein apne room ki taraf chali gayi... jahan uski shanti uska intezaar kar rahi thi.
Lekin Trupti jaanti thi ki ab yeh khel shuru ho chuka tha. Aur ismein uske bete Rahul ka nām bhi shamil tha.

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Hostel ke room mein, raat ke sannate mein, Trupti apne bed par leti hui thi. Uski aankhon ke saamne aaj ki har ghatna ghum rahi thi. Vikki aur Abhay ka junoon, unki besharmi, aur uske jism par un dono ki chhuwan ka ehsaas.
Woh soch rahi thi: Yeh dono toh mere peeche hi pad gaye hain. Pata nahi, agar kisi mauke par mai unke haath lag gayi toh woh meri chudai hi kar de! Mujhe in dono se bachne ka koi raasta dhoondna hoga, jisse Rahul mere saath zyada tar reh sake. Haan, Rahul! Agar woh mere saath rahega toh koi bhi ladka mujhe chhedne ki himmat nahi karega.
Tabhi, Abhay ka phone aaya. Trupti ne screen par naam dekha aur ek gehri saans li. Usne call uthaaya. Abhay turant sorry bolne laga, apni galti ki maafi maang raha tha. Lekin Trupti aaj maani nahi. Uska gussa aur darr abhi bhi taaza tha. Usne bina kuch sune phone kaat diya. Raat ke das baj chuke the, aur Trupti ek lambi saans lekar so gayi, kal ki nayi subah aur naye challenges ka intezaar karte hue.

Agle din subah, Trupti aur Kriti taiyaar ho kar college ke liye nikal gaye. Trupti aaj bhi kamaal lag rahi thi, uski khubsurati waqt ke har sitam ko jhutla rahi thi.
Class mein baithe Abhay ki nazar Trupti par padhi, jo apni bench par baithi behad sexy dikhi de rahi thi. Trupti ko dekh kar toh Abhay ka lund turant khada ho gaya tha. Usne jaise taise apne aap ko sambhaala aur Trupti ke bagal mein jaakar baith gaya.
Abhay: “Sorry Trupti. Pichli baar ke liye. Please.” Trupti ne tez awaaz mein kaha, “Mujhe tumse koi baat nahi karni. Jao yahan se tum!” Abhay gidgidaane laga. Uske chehre par mayoosi thi. “Sorry yaar. Mai bohot pyaar karta hoon, iss liye gusse mein woh harkat ki. Mujhe maaf kar do.”
Kriti bhi Abhay ka saath dene lagi. Kriti: “Chhod na yaar. Uss se galti ho gayi. Woh sach mein pareshaan hai. Ek baar usse maaf kar de.”
Aakhir thak haar kar, Trupti ka dil naram pad gaya. Uska gussa uss jawaan ladke ki mohabbat ke saamne pighal gaya. Trupti: “Theek hai. Lekin dhyan rakhna. Dubara aisi koi harkat mat karna.” Abhay khushi se bola, “Nahi karunga! Thank you Trupti!”





Kriti: “Chalo! Yeh khushi mein ice-cream khate hain. Canteen chal ke!”
Teenon canteen jaate hain. Abhay teen ice-cream lekar aata hai. Kuch der baad Kriti kisi kaam se chali jaati hai, aur Trupti aur Abhay wahan akele reh jaate hain.
Abhay: “Aaj bohot bore ho rahe hain na?” Trupti: “Haan, bore toh ho rahe hain.” Abhay: “Kyun na koi movie dekhne chale? Bada mazza aayega!” Trupti: “Nahi yaar. Mujhe nahi dekhni movie.”
Abhay usse manane laga. Uske haath Trupti ke kandhe par rakhe. Aakhir Trupti maan gayi. Uski andar ki hawas aur jawaani ki tadap usko rok nahi payi. Trupti: “Theek hai. Tum taiyaar ho kar hostel ke bahar wait karna.” Abhay: “Okay!”

Trupti hostel chali gayi. Aadhe ghante baad, Abhay apni car ke paas hostel ke bahar Trupti ka intezaar kar raha tha. Thodi der baad Trupti bhi aa gayi. Aaj usne apni figure ko flawlessly display karne ke liye ek white top aur ek pink skirt pehna tha. Woh skirt uske ghutnon se kaafi upar thi*, jisse uski nangi jaanghein saaf dikh rahi thin. Woh bepanah sexy lag rahi thi.



Abhay: “You are looking goddess Trupti. Aapko dekh kar toh hosh ud jate hain.” Trupti: “Thank you Abhay.”
Dono Abhay ki car se theatre ke liye nikal gaye. Theatre pahunch kar Abhay ne do corner tickets liye—ek aisi jagah jahan unko koi pareshaan nahi kar sakta tha.
Movie start ho gayi. Woh ek Hollywood romantic movie thi, jismein behad romantic aur erotic scenes thhe. Andhera tha, aur mahaul ekdum garam ho chuka tha. Har koi apne partner ke saath romance karne mein busy tha.
Trupti bhi poori garam ho chuki thi. Uski saans tez ho gayi thi. Uska jism madhosh ho raha tha. Uske dimaag ke peeche ek aawaaz thi: "Mai apne pati ko dhokha de rahi hoon. Mai galti kar rahi hoon..."* Lekin uske jism ki tadap uss aawaaz ko daba rahi thi.
Tabhi Abhay ne Trupti ki nangi jaangh par haath rakha aur usse sehlane laga. Uski ungliyan uska garm jism mehsoos kar rahi thin. Uski chhuwan se Trupti aur madhosh hone lagi.



Dono ek dusre ko dekh rahe the. Unki aankhon mein mohabbat nahi, shuddh hawas thi. Unko pata hi nahi chala ki unke honth kab mil gaye. Dono kiss karne lage. Ek passionate, madhosh kar dene wala kiss. Dono ek dusre ke honth passionately chus rahe the.
Abhay ne Trupti ki kamar mein haath daala aur usse apni godh mein utha kar bitha liya. Ab woh dono ek couple ki tarah mast kiss kar rahe the. Abhay Trupti ka nichla honth chus raha tha, aur Trupti Abhay ka upper honth chus rahi thi. Dono bilkul madhosh ho chuke the.
Uske jism mein aag lag chuki thi. "Mai yeh kyun kar rahi hoon?"* Uski aatma cheekh rahi thi, lekin uske andar ki pyasi aurat is romance mein doobi hui thi. Yeh cheatiing nahi thi, yeh toh lust tha, ek aisi tadap jise woh apni shadi ki pabandi mein rok kar rakh chuki thi.
Abhay ne Trupti ke top ke andar apne dono haath daale. Usne uski bra ke upar se uske bade boobs ko kas kar masalna shuru kar diya. Trupti ke boobs bade mulayam aur naram the, uske jism ki khoobsurati ka ek jeevant hissa. Abhay kas ke Trupti ke boobs masalne laga, jis se Trupti aur excite hui aur apna mooh khol diya. "Mmm... Abhay..." ek halki si aawaaz nikli.
Abhay ne Trupti ke mooh mein mooh daala aur French Kiss karne laga. Dono ek dusre ki zabaan apne mooh mein lekar aggressively chus rahe the. Unke beech ek deep kiss chal rahi thi.







Abhay aur Trupti dono hosh mein nahi the, ek dusre mein khoye hue the. Tabhi Abhay ne Trupti ki skirt mein haath ghusa ke panty ke andar dala.
Jaise uska haath Trupti ki pussy ko touch hua, Trupti hosh mein aa gayi. Usko ek dum se hakeekat ka ehsaas hua. Uska saara jism kaamp gaya. Uski samajh mein nahi aa raha tha ki woh kaise behka gayi. Woh turant Abhay ki godh se utha kar khadi ho gayi.
Abhay: “Oh! Sorry Trupti!” Usne ghabrahat mein bola.
Lekin Trupti ne Abhay ki ek nahi suni aur theatre ke baahar nikal gayi.
Abhay ko bohot gussa aa raha tha ki usne ek mauka ganwaya. Agar thodi der Trupti hosh mein nahi aati toh shayad woh aaj Trupti ko yahin theatre mein chodh deta. Usne hawas aur shikaar ko apne haathon se chhod diya tha. Uska lund dard kar raha tha aur woh apni haar par gusse mein tha.

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Theatre ke baahar, Trupti zindagi aur khud se bhaag rahi thi. Uski saans phool chuki thi. Uska dimaag cheekh raha tha: Mai yeh kya kar rahi hoon? Mai shaadi shuda hoon! Ek bete ki maa hoon! Aur mai ek jawaan ladke ke saath us andhere mein kya kar aayi? Kya mere andar sirf lust bacha hai? Kyun mera jism mere control mein nahi hai?
Woh khud ko kos rahi thi jab tak ki ek tez bike ki aawaaz uske qareeb nahi aayi.
Wahan Rahul tha. Uska dushman nahi, uska apna khoon.
Rahul ki nazar jaise hi Trupti par padhi, usse Abhay se pehle ki jealousy yaad aayi aur woh turant apni maa ke paas aaya. Lekin aaj Trupti uski maa nahi thi. Pink skirt aur white top mein, jismein uski nangi jaanghein behad khubsurat lag rahi thin, woh uske liye ek behtareen aurat thi. Ek haseen pathaka.
Rahul ki aankhon mein hawas saaf dikh rahi thi. Uska lund turant pant mein khada ho gaya tha, ek bada tent bana raha tha. Woh apni aankhon se Trupti ke kapde phaad raha tha, uski chudai apne khayalon mein kar raha tha.



Rahul Trupti ke paas gaya, aur ek dum apna haath Trupti ki gol gaand par rakha. Usne dheere se apni ungliyan masli. Rahul: “Arre Mummy! Aap yahan?”
Trupti palati. Uske dimaag mein Abhay ki chhuwan abhi bhi taaza thi, toh Rahul ki chhuwan ko usne zyada mind nahi kiya. Uss ne socha shayad woh bhi bachpan ki tarah pyaar se chhu raha hai. Trupti: “Haan beta, bas bore ho rahi thi, iss liye movie dekhne chali aayi.”
Rahul ki nazar Trupti ke bade bade boobs par thi, jo top mein kas ke band the. Rahul: “Toh kaisi lagi movie?” Trupti: “Bore thi, iss liye uth ke chali aayi.”
Tabhi Rahul ke kuch dost apni girlfriends ke saath wahan aaye. Rahul ko unke saamne izzat banani thi. Sahil: “Hii Rahul.” Rahul: “Hii Sahil.” Sahil: “Yeh beautiful ladki teri GF hai kya?”
Rahul ka dimaag tez chala. Usne bina deri kiye apni hawas ko apni zaroorat bana diya. Rahul: “Haan, yeh meri GF hai.”
Trupti shock mein khadi rahi, lekin usne kuch nahi bola. Uska dimaag tej raftaar se soch raha tha: Haan, Rahul ki GF banna hi sahi hai. Rahul mere qareeb reh payega, aur mujhe Abhay aur Vikki se chhutkara milega. Ek maa ke liye yeh suraksha thi, lekin ek aurat ke liye yeh ek naya rishta tha.
Sahil: “Yaar, tune itna mast pathaka pataya aur bataya bhi nahi!”
Rahul ne Trupti ki kamar mein haath daala aur usse apne se sathaate hue bola. Uski ungliyan uske kapdon ke upar se Trupti ki naram skin ko chhu rahi thin. Rahul: “Bas abhi do din hi hue hain pataye hue.”

Sahil: “Yaar, hum log Nanda Fort Lake ja rahe hain. Tum bhi apni GF ke saath chalo na.” Rahul: “Kyun nahi? Chalo!”
Rahul bike par baitha aur Trupti ko apne peeche baithne bola. Trupti chup chap baith gayi. Thodi dur baithi thi, ek respectable faasla rakhte hue.
Rahul: “Sorry Mummy! Woh doston ke saamne apni izzat rakhne ke liye aapko apni GF bataya.” Trupti: “Koi baat nahi. Mai samajh sakti hoon.” Rahul: “Oh thank you mujhe samajhne ke liye.”
Trupti ka dil ek pal ke liye naram ho gaya.
Rahul: “Mummy, thoda GF jaise chipak ke baitho na. Taki mere doston ko shaq na ho.” Trupti: “Theek hai.”
Trupti thoda Rahul se chipak ke baithi, lekin Rahul ko abhi woh GF wali feeling mehsoos nahi hui.
Rahul: “Kya Mummy! Mujhe abhi GF wali koi feeling mehsoos nahi ho rahi.” Trupti: “Chipak ke toh baithi hoon.” Rahul: “Haan, lekin GF ki tarah nahi.”
Phir Trupti thodi aur chipak gayi, lekin Rahul ko poori tarah chipakna chahiye tha.
Trupti: “Ab theek hai?” Rahul: “Nahi, abhi woh baat nahi hai.”
Tabhi Rahul ne suddenly zor se break mara. Jisse Trupti poori tarah Rahul se chipak gayi. Dono ke beech bilkul hawa pass nahi ho sakti thi. Trupti ke bhare hue boobs (jo safed top mein kas ke band the) Rahul ki peeth par zor se dab gaye. Rahul ko ek alag hi khushi ka ehsaas hua. Uska lund aur zyada sakht ho gaya.
Rahul: “Ab feeling aa rahi hai GF ki tarah!” Trupti muskura deti hai aur Rahul ki peeth par halke se thappad maarte hue bolti hai. Trupti: “Bade badmash ho tum.” Rahul: “Jab itni khubsurat GF saath ho toh naughty banna padega.” Trupti: “Badmash, abhi apni badmashi dekhi kahan hai? Kisi din mauka milega toh dikha dunga.” Rahul: “No chance beta! Aisa koi mauka milne se raha!” Lekin uske dil mein ek aag jal rahi thi.




Dono Nanda Fort Lake pahunch chuke the. Rahul ne bike park ki. Uske pant mein bana tambu Trupti ne dekh liya, lekin usne yeh sab natural hai soch kar neglect kiya. Uski aankhon mein Abhay ki chhuwan ka khauf tha, jo Rahul ki gairat se zyada important tha.
Trupti aage lake ki taraf chalne lagi. Rahul Trupti ke peeche chal raha tha. Pink skirt mein Trupti ki gaand mast yahan se wahan lahra rahi thi. Rahul badi gaur se dekh raha tha.
Rahul apne mann mein soch raha tha: Wow! Kya gaand hai Mummy ki! Dil toh kar raha hai saali ko yahin ghodi bana ke gaand mein lund daal kar maar loon! Uski hawas aur jawaani uski mamta par haavi ho gayi thi. Woh pant ke upar se apne lund ko masal raha tha.
Tabhi Rahul daud kar Trupti ke paas gaya aur Trupti ki kamar mein haath daal kar apne se sathaate hue bola. Rahul: “Arre Mummy, aap bhool gayi! Aap yahan meri GF ban kar aayi ho! Aapko mujh se lipatna-jipathna hoga, taki mere friends ko shaq na ho.” Trupti: “Theek hai baba, lipatungi.”
Rahul ke saare friends bhi lake par pahunch chuke the. Rahul aur Trupti ek dusre se sath ke chalne lage. Rahul ne Trupti ki gaand par haath rakha aur Trupti ki gaand ko sehlaane laga. Trupti ne socha ki Rahul sirf acting kar raha hai, toh neglect kiya.
Sab log lake ke paas pahunch gaye. Rahul ke saare friends apni GF ko baahon mein bhare khade ho kar nature ka mazza le rahe the.
Rahul ne socha: Yeh sabse best mauka hai Trupti ke badan ko feel karne ka.
Aur phir, ekdum se Rahul ne Trupti ko peeche se dabocha liya. Trupti ko laga Rahul sirf acting kar raha hai. Lekin Rahul ne Trupti ko poori tarah baahon mein jakad liya. Uska tana hua lund Trupti ki gaand ke darar mein ghus gaya, jise Trupti mehsoos kar rahi thi.
Trupti ka mooh khula ka khula reh gaya. Uska poora jism jhanjhana utha. Woh soch rahi thi: Oh my God! Rahul ka lund meri gaand ki darar mein ghus gaya! Feeling se pata lag raha hai ki Rahul ka lund bada aur mota hai!



Trupti yeh sab soch hi rahi thi ki Rahul ne Trupti ki gardan par kiss karna shuru kiya. Jisse Trupti apne hosh khone lagi aur apni aankhein band kar li.
Rahul ab pure passion ke saath Trupti ki gardan ko chum aur chaat raha tha. Uski zabaan Trupti ke kaan par pher raha tha, uske gaal ko chum aur chaat raha tha. Ab Rahul bhi excite hone laga tha. Usne Trupti ki gaand par back stroke dene laga aur apna lund Trupti ki gaand par masalne laga.
Trupti itni madhosh ho gayi thi ki woh ek alag hi duniya mein maze kar rahi thi. Uske mooh se halki siskaariyan nikal rahi thin: "Is… Ahhh... Ummnn... Ahhh... Rahul..." Woh apne bete ka naam nahin, apne naye premi ka naam le rahi thi. Rahul toh jaise Trupti ki gaand hi maar raha tha.
Kuch der baad Rahul ne peeche se hi jakad kar Trupti ko godh mein uthaaya aur le jaa kar paas wale bench par Trupti ko godh mein lekar baith gaya. Rahul ka lund abhi bhi Trupti ki gaand ki darar mein ghusa hua tha.
Rahul Trupti ki gardan ko chum aur chaat raha tha. Tabhi Rahul ne Trupti ke boobs top ke upar se apne haathon se daboche aur masalne laga. Rahul pagalon ki tarah Trupti ko chum aur chaat raha tha, saath mein boobs bhi berahmi se masal raha tha.



Trupti ekdum garam ho chuki thi aur uske mooh se tez sexy siskaariyan bhar rahi thin: "Iiisss... Ahhh... Ummm... Rahul... aur... Ahhh..."
Trupti ko poori tarah madhosh dekh kar Rahul ne Trupti ko jhaadiyon mein le jaa kar maze kar ne ka socha. Rahul ne Trupti ko godh mein uthaaya aur jhaadiyon ke paas le jaa kar khadi kiya.
Trupti Rahul ki aankhon mein dekh rahi thi. Dono ki aankhon mein ek alag hi nasha tha—pure lust ka nasha.
Tabhi Rahul apne haath Trupti ki gaand par le gaya aur skirt ke upar se Trupti ki gaand ko sehlaane laga. Trupti aankhein band karte hue sisakne lagi.
Phir Rahul ne Trupti ki gaand apne haathon se dabocha aur masalne laga. Usne Trupti ke honthon par honth jad diye aur kiss karne laga. Rahul Trupti ke honth chus raha tha pure passion ke saath. Trupti poori madhoshi mein doobi hui thi.


Kuch der baad Trupti bhi Rahul ka saath dene lagi aur Rahul ke honth chusne lagi. Dono pagal premiyon jaise ek dusre ke honth chus rahe the.
Tabhi Rahul ne Trupti ke skirt mein haath daala aur Trupti ki gaand par haath pherane laga. Trupti ki gaand badi mulayam aur naram thi. Jaise hi Rahul ne Trupti ki gaand apne haathon se dabochi, Trupti ne apna mooh khol diya. Rahul ne apna mooh Trupti ke mooh mein daala aur French Kiss karne laga. Rahul Trupti ki zabaan apne mooh mein lekar chusne laga, saath mein Trupti ki nangi gaand bhi masal raha tha. Dono ki zabaan aapas mein takra rahi thin. Dono ek dusre ka saliva pee rahe the.
Ek lambi, strong, passionate kiss ke baad, Trupti aur Rahul hosh mein aaye aur ek dusre ke honth chhod diye. Trupti ne sharm se apni nigahein jhuka li. Trupti itni garam ho chuki thi ki agar Rahul usse abhi wahan chodh bhi deta toh woh chud jati.
Lekin Rahul ne darr ke maare aage nahi badha. Dono jhaadiyon se nikal kar apne friends ke paas chale gaye. Trupti ab poori tarah hosh mein aa chuki thi. Woh khud par sharminda thi ki usne apne bete ke saath hi aisi harkatein ki jaise koi GF apne BF ke saath karti hai.
Sahil: “Kyun Rahul, enjoy toh kiya na?” Rahul: “Haan yaar, itni khubsurat GF ke saath kaun enjoy nahi karega?”
Aur Rahul ne Trupti ki kamar mein haath daal kar khud se satha liya. Phir sab log jaane ke liye nikle. Rahul Trupti ki kamar mein haath daal kar chal raha tha. Phir Rahul ne bike nikaali aur Trupti iss baar khud hi poori tarah Rahul se chipak ke baith gayi. Phir woh log hostel ke liye nikal gaye. Aaj Trupti ko apne bete ke saath suraksha aur sukh dono mil chuke the.



Poore college mein Trupti aur Rahul ke affair ke hi charche the. Har chhatra aur teacher ki zubaan par yahi baat thi ki Trupti Rahul ki GF hai aur dono ke beech mein ghana affair chal raha hai. Yeh baat Abhay aur Vikki dono ke liye zehar thi. Dono ki buri tarah jali padi thi. Trupti ko paane ke junoon mein dono hi paagal ho chuke the.

Aaj college ki taraf se picnic thi—ek jungle safari. Sabko nature ke baare mein padhna tha, lekin jawaan dilon ke liye yeh mauka kisi romance se kam nahi tha. College mein bus picnic jaane ke liye taiyaar khadi thi.

Udhar Trupti aur Kriti hostel ke room mein taiyaar ho rahe the.

Kriti: “Chal na Trupti! Aur kitni der lagayegi? Aise toh humari bus chhut jayegi!”

Trupti: “Bas ho hi gaya hai Kriti.”

Kriti haath jhatakte hue boli, “Arey! Pehle se hi toh itni sunder ho. Aur kitna make-up karogi Trupti!”

Trupti: “Bas ho hi gaya!”

Kriti: “Waise hi college ke saare ladke tujhpe lattoo hain, aur kitnon ko karogi?”

Trupti muskurayi: “Kisiko nahi karungi.”

Tabhi Trupti taiyaar ho kar baahar aayi. Aaj usne ek bright yellow top aur ek white jeans pehna tha. Uska figure 38-28-38 iss outfit mein aur bhi zyada sexy aur kasawdaar lag raha tha. Uske jawaan boobs top mein kas ke band the, aur uski gaand jeans mein ekdum gol dikhi de rahi thi.




Kriti use dekhti reh gayi. “My God! Tum toh bohot sexy lag rahi ho Trupti!”

Trupti: “Thank you for compliments.”

Kriti: “Aaj pata nahi kitne ladkon ki jaan jaane wali hai.”

Trupti: “Kyun?”

Kriti: “Tum jo unhpe bijliyaan giraogi!”

Trupti halke se muskuraayi aur boli: “Chal, der ho rahi hai.”

Verandah Par Abhay Ki Hawas

Trupti aur Kriti college ke liye nikal gaye. Jaise hi dono college pahunchi, saare ladke Trupti ko hi dekhne lage. Unki nigahein Trupti ke jism par bhatak rahi thin.

Trupti: “Bus ko nikalne mein abhi time hai Kriti. Chalo upar verandah mein chalte hain. Thodi hawa khatem hain.”

Kriti: “Theek hai, chalo.”

Dono verandah mein gaye aur reling ke paas khade ho gaye, thandi hawa khane lage. Unki peeth verandah ke andar ki taraf thi. Is tarah khade hone se Trupti ki ubhari hui gaand jo jeans mein thi, aur zyada prominent ho gayi.

Tabhi udhar se Abhay aaya. Uski nazar Trupti aur Kriti par padhi. Usne dheere se apne kadam aage badhaaye.

Abhay apni aankhon se Trupti ki khoobsurati measure kar ne laga. Uski aankhein Trupti ke jism par aahista aahista safaar kar rahi thin.

Abhay mann hi mann mein soch raha tha: Wow! Trupti ko toh Bhagwan ne fursat se banaaya hai. Jise shayad Bhagwan ne apne haathon se taraasha hoga. Kitni sexy muskaan hai Trupti ki. Kitna khubsurat chehra hai, aur us par sexy gulabi honth! Kitne raseele hain! Dil toh kar raha hai Trupti ke honthon ko choos ke saara ras pee loon!

Aur yeh sexy ubhari hui gaand toh lajawab hai Trupti ki! Yeh white jeans uske liye hi bani hai. Dil toh kar raha hai peeche se jaa kar pant phaad ke Trupti ke gaand mein lund daal kar yahin Trupti ki gaand maar loon! Uska lund tez ho gaya tha.

Abhay dheere se Trupti ke qareeb badha aur halke se bola: “Hii Trupti.”

Trupti Abhay se gussa thi kyunki pichli baar usne jabardasti ki thi. Woh Abhay ko bilkul jawab nahi diya aur bina kuch bole wahan se chali gayi, Kriti aur Abhay ko chhod kar. Uske kadmon mein gussa aur sharm thi.



Jaise hi Trupti seedhiyon se niche utri, saamne se Rahul aaya. Rahul ne Trupti ko dekha toh uski aankhein badi ho gayi. Uske hosh hi udh gaye. Uski GF, uski Mummy, aaj uski soch se zyada sexy lag rahi thi.

Rahul turant Trupti ke paas aaya aur Trupti ki kamar mein haath daal kar usse apne se sathaate hue bola.

Rahul: “You are looking sexy Trupti!”

Trupti apne bete ki baahon mein thi. Aur uska beta usse sexy jaise words istemal kar raha tha. Isse Trupti sharma jaati hai aur apni nigahein jhuka leti hai. Uska jism garam ho gaya.

Rahul ka haath apne aap Trupti ki gaand par chala gaya. Woh dheere se Trupti ki gaand par haath pherane laga. Trupti ka beta uski gaand par haath pher raha tha, aur woh usko rok bhi nahi sakhti thi kyunki agar woh rokegi toh Rahul ko bura lagega aur unki 'GF' waali kahani par sawal uthenge.

Tabhi Rahul Trupti ki gaand white jeans ke upar se apne haathon se dabochta hai aur masalne lagta hai. Uski muthhi kas gayi thi. Trupti ko uske bete ke haath ka dabaav apni gaand par mehsoos ho raha tha. Yeh ek ajeeb sa mazza tha—forbidden aur sharmnak.




Kuch der tak Rahul jam ke Trupti ki gaand masalta hai. Uski saans tez ho gayi thi.

Phir bus nikalne ka time ho jaata hai.

Rahul: “Chalo Trupti, bus nikalne wali hai.”

Trupti: “Haan chalo.”

Phir Trupti Rahul ke aage chalne lagti hai—balki yeh kaho ki Rahul Trupti ke peeche chalne lagta hai. Woh Trupti ki yahan se wahan lahraati hui gaand ko dekhta hai.

Rahul apne mann mein sochta hai: Wah! Kya gaand hai Mummy ki! Itni sexy gaand toh kisi heroin ki bhi nahi hogi! Bas Mummy ek baar maan jaye, phir toh roz hi Mummy ki gaand mein lund daal kar Mummy ki gaand marunga!



Is tarah Trupti uski GF bante hue, aur zyada apne bete ki hawas ka shikaar ban chuki thi. Phir sab log bus mein chadh jaate hain, ek naye jungle safar ke liye taiyaar the. Yeh safar sirf nature ka nahi, Trupti ke jism ka bhi hone wala tha.


















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Bus college ke campus se nikal chuki thi, aur Andar ka mahaul kisi band bhatti ki tarah garma-garmi ka tha. College bus, jiske har kona-kona students se thasa hua tha, tezi se aage badh rahi thi. Bheed itni zyada thi ki hawa ko bhi saans lene ki jagah mushkil se mil rahi thi. Kuch naye aur bechare students ko khada rehna pada tha, aur unhi mein ek thi Trupti Khanna—jiski khoobsurati aur umra ka raaz (ki woh 42 saal ki hai aur 21 saal ke Rahul ki maa hai) sirf do hi log jaante the.

Trupti, ek safed jeans aur tight top mein, sabse pichhle hisse mein khadi thi, uska dhyaan apni saamne khadi Shital se ho rahi halki-phulki baat-cheet mein tha. Uske chehre par abhi bhi ek masoomiyat bhari muskaan thi, college ke naye mahaul mein ghul-mil jaane ki bechaini aur khushi. Magar usse bilkul bhi ehsaas nahi tha ki uski khadi hone ki position uske liye ek naya khatra khada kar rahi thi.
Uske theek peeche, bus ki aakhri seat par, shaitaani aur hawas ka kendra—Vikki apne doston ke saath baitha tha. Bheed ki vajah se Trupti aur Vikki ke beech ka faasla naganay (negligible) ho chuka tha. Aur iss faasle ka faayda utha raha tha Vikki. Uski aankhein Trupti ke nubs (buttocks) par tiki hui thi. Trupti ki gol, sudol $gaand$, jo uss safed jeans mein aur bhi zyada kas kar ubhar ke baahar nikli hui thi, seedhe Vikki ki nazron ki hadd (range) mein thi. Har jhatke par Trupti ka jism hilta, aur uski $gaand$ ka shape aur bhi zyada aakarshak lagta.


Vikki ke dimaag mein ashleel khayalon ki aandhi chal rahi thi. Woh Trupti ki $gaand$ ki gehraaiyon ko gaur se ghoor raha tha, uske mann mein sirf ek hi baat goonj rahi thi:

Vikki's Thoughts: "Kya lajawab $gaand$ hai saali Trupti ki! Bhagwaan ne isse fursat mein aur bade pyaar se taraasha hai. Maine aaj tak aisi sexy, ubhari hui $gaand$ kisi bhi college ki ladki ki nahi dekhi hai. Iski $gaand$ mein apna kadak $lund$ daal kar $maarane$ mein kitna bada mazza aayega! Lekin yeh saali, jisko Rahul apni girlfriend batata hai, itni aasani se toh mujhe apna jism chhu ne nahi degi. Mujhe isse bhi baaki shikaaron ki tarah apni hawas ka nishana banana hoga, isse majboor karna hoga. Phir toh jaa kar, jabardasti, isse apne niche dabocha ke $gaand$ marunga! Par abhi... abhi toh Trupti ki $gaand$ ke mazze le lene chahiye—kya pata dobara itna sunhara chance mile na mile!"
Yeh soch kar, junoon se bhara hua aur hawas mein dooba hua Vikki turant apni seat se utha. Usne apne doston ko aankh se ishara kiya aur chupke se Trupti ke theek peeche jaa kar khada ho gaya. Bus ke halki ghumne aur jhatke lene ka bahana banate hue, usne nazdeek se Trupti ki ubhari hui $gaand$ ko ghaur se dekha. Aur phir, bina kisi soch-vichaar ke, usne dhire se apna garm haath Trupti ki $gaand$ par rakh diya. Woh apne panje se uski $gaand$ ke soft-curve ko sehlaane laga, uski hawas ki aag aur tez ho chuki thi.
Ussi pal, Trupti ko peeth par kisi ka anchaaha sparsh (unwanted touch) mehsoos hua. Ek pal ke liye uske jism mein current daud gaya. Woh turant mood kar dekhti hai aur Vikki ko apne itne kareeb dekh kar chauk jaati hai. Uska chehra gusse aur dar ke mishran se lal ho gaya. Usne tezi se Vikki ka haath hataaya aur gusse se apni aawaz ko control karte hue boli:

Trupti: “Kya batamizi hai! Door raho! Seedhe khade raho!”
Vikki ne Trupti ke gusse ko nazar-andaaz kiya. Uske chehre par ek shaitaani, vishwaas se bhari muskaan thi, jabki uski aankhon mein sirf hawas aur jeet ka bhav tha.

Vikki: “Arey Darling, humare haath mein kya kaante hain jo tum chhune nahi deti? Aur Rahul aur Abhay ke haath kya gadde (ghee) se bane hain jo tumhe chhu te hain toh mazza aata hai? Jab woh dono isse sehla sakte hain, toh hum kyun nahi?”
Bina Trupti ko mauka diye, Vikki ne uske peeche se Trupti ko apni mazboot baahon mein bhar liya. Trupti uske grip mein phans gayi, woh ghabrahat aur akelapan mehsoos kar rahi thi. Uska jism, uski atma ka har ansh protest kar raha tha, par Vikki ki pakad mazboot thi. Uski yeh harkat dekh kar uske saamne khadi Shital hadbada kar peeche mood kar dekhti hai.
Vikki ne Shital ko ghoora, uski aankhon mein nira dhamki thi. Usne dheere se, Shital ko sunate hue bola:

Vikki (dheere se): “Kya dekh rahi hai? Jo maine tere saath kiya hai, aaj uska anubhav Trupti legi! Aur yaad rahe, aage dhyan rakh! Koi humein dekh na paaye, warna tu bhi maregi, aur Trupti ki badnaami bhi hogi!”
Shital, Vikki ke pichle atyachaaron se darr kar, turant apni aankhein pher li. Uski aankhon mein bebasī aur dar saaf dikh raha tha, usne chup chap aage dekhna shuru kar diya.
Trupti, fasaavat mehsoos karte hue, dheere se aur ghabrahat bhari aawaz mein boli:

Trupti: “Vikki, chhodo mujhe! Tumhare mann mein kya chal raha hai! Warna mai chilaungi!”
Vikki hasa. Uski hansi mein ghrinit jeet ka ehsaas tha.

Vikki: “Toh chila! Teri hi badnaami hogi, Darling! Sabko pata chal jayega ki tera beta (jisko woh Rahul ki girlfriend samajhta hai) aur uska dost tujhe kaise chhu chuke hain! Yeh college hai, yahan sabko sach ka pata chala toh shame-shame ho jayega! Aur Rahul kya sochega ki uski girlfriend bus mein chilla rahi hai!
Trupti ki $gahri$ soch ne usse ek pal ke liye rok diya. Uske dimaag mein teevra sangharsh (intense struggle) shuru ho gaya. "Vikki sahi keh raha hai," usne socha. "Mai chilaungi toh yeh log mother-son ki badnaami nahi karenge, par yeh toh Rahul ki girlfriend ki badnaami karenge, woh bhi bus mein. Aur agar kisi tarah sach (ki mai uski maa hu) saamne aaya toh mai apne pati aur bete ko kya jawab dungi? Kya yehi mere $adhure$ $sapne$ poore karna tha?"
Uska gussa, uske aadarsh (ideals) aur majboori (helplessness) ke aage dab gaya. Usne apni haar maan li.
Vikki ne uski chup-chaphat se apni jeett (victory) mehsoos ki. Usne dheere se, shaitaan ki tarah usse dhamkaya:

Vikki: “Ab seedhi tarah mujhe cooperate kar. Warna mai tera pant niche kar ke, yahin bus mein teri $gaand$ $maar$ lunga! Aur agar tu cooperate karegi toh... sirf teri $gaand$ se khelunga. Teri izzat bach jaayegi. Faisla tera!”
Trupti ka darr apni charam seema par pahunch chuka tha. Uske pure jism mein thandak si daud gayi. Uski aankhon ke saamne Vikki ki gandi harkatein ghum gayi. Agar usne koi harkat ki toh Vikki yahin bus mein uski $gaand$ maarega, aur uski badnaami pure college mein phail jayegi. Uske paas aur koi raasta nahi bacha tha.
Ek majboor, bebas, aur hara hua swar uske gale se nikla.

Trupti: “Theek hai, khelo... par dhyaan se, koi dekh na paaye.”
Iss ijaazat ke baad, Vikki ke chehre par hawas ki ek buri muskaan phail gayi. Usne apne haath ko Trupti ki $gaand$ par aur kas kar daba diya. Woh ab apne $lund$ ki garmi Trupti ke nubs (buttocks) ke beech mehsoos kar raha tha. Trupti aankhein band kar ke khadi rahi, apne jism aur apne Maa hone ki izzat ki haar ko chup-chap se sehan kar rahi thi.



Vikki ke hukum aur Trupti ki bebas ijaazat sunte hi, Vikki ke andar ki hawas ekdum se ufaan maar gayi. Uske chehre par ab khushi aur darinde ki muskaan thi. Usne der na karte hue, Trupti ko aur kas kar apni taraf kheench liya.

Vikki ne turant Trupti ke gardan ko chumne aur chaatne laga. Uska garm saans Trupti ki naram skin par padh raha tha, jisse Trupti ke rooh mein sihran daud gayi. Woh Trupti ke kaan aur gaal ko bhi burī tarah se chum aur chaat raha tha, jaise koi bhookha sher apne shikaar ko chaat raha ho. Trupti ne apni aankhein bheench li thi, chup chap, bebasī se, yeh sab karwa rahi thi, uski zabaan par uski badnaami ka tala laga hua tha.
Vikki ke haath bhi shaant nahi the. Usne Trupti ke nangi peeth (jo top aur jeans ke upar se aaram se available thi) ko chumne aur chaatne laga. Uski garm zabaan Trupti ki soft skin ko choo rahi thi. Saath hi, Vikki Trupti ki $gaand$ par $lund$ bhi masalne laga—pant ke upar se. Trupti ne honth daanton mein daboch liye, uske dimaag mein sirf gheen (disgust) aur darr ka mahaul tha.

Vikki (Bade hawaas-bhare swar mein): “Bada tasty badan hai tera Trupti! Aur badi madak khushbu hai tere jism ki, Darling. Tumhe toh bas nanga kar ke chaatne ka dil karta hai.”
Vikki ne Trupti ki peeth ko achhi tarah chum aur chaat kar apni peeth ki hawas shaant ki. Phir woh niche ghutnon par baithta hai (bus mein bheed ka faayda uthate hue) aur Trupti ki $gaand$ par haath pherane lagta hai, uski $gaand$ ki golai ko mehsoos karta hai.

Vikki: “Wah! Kya $gaand$ hai teri Trupti! Kisi heroine ki tarah hai yeh chutad!”
Aur phir, bina kisi sharam ke, usne Trupti ki $gaand$ ko apne haathon se dabocha ke masalne laga. Usne pant ke upar se hi Trupti ki $gaand$ ko chumne laga—ekdam besharam, khule aam ki tarah. Trupti ne apne jism ko sakht kar liya, woh chahti thi ki yeh pal jaldi se khatam ho jaye.




Vikki khada hua aur apne haath aage badha kar Trupti ke bade, bhare hue $boobs$ (jo yellow top mein kas ke band the) ko apne haathon se daboch ke masalne laga. Uska ek haath Trupti ke right boob par tha, aur doosra left boob par. Saath mein, usne apne kadak $lund$ ko Trupti ki $gaand$ par berahmi se masalna jaari rakha. Trupti, is double assault se, apni aankhein band kar ke apne honth daaton mein daba deti hai, uski siskaari (moan) uske honthon mein hi ghut kar reh gayi.

Vikki berahmi ke saath sakhti se Trupti ke $boobs$ masalne laga aur Trupti ke $gaand$ par $back$ $stroke$ laga raha tha.

Vikki: “Ohh Trupti! Kitne bade, naram $boobs$ hain tere Darling! Aisa lagta hai doodh se bhare hue hain!”
Vikki jam ke Trupti ke $boobs$ masal raha tha, jaise woh ek fal ho aur woh usse kachra raha ho.



Kuch der baad, Vikki ne Trupti ko apni taraf ghumaaya (ab uska chehra Vikki ke saamne tha). Usne Trupti ki nashili aankhon mein dekha aur Trupti ke honthon par apne honth rakh diya. Usne Trupti ko kiss karna shuru kar diya. Vikki Trupti ke honth bhookhe ki tarah choos raha tha.
Tabhi Vikki apne haath Trupti ki $gaand$ par le jaata hai aur Trupti ke $gaand$ par haath pherate hue halka halka masalne lagta hai. Iss aag aur naram ehsaas ke milan se, Trupti madhoshi mein apni aankhein band kar ke Vikki ka saath dene lagti hai, uski maa-betī ki pehchaan dhundhli padne lagi thi.
*Ab dono, Vikki aur Trupti, ek dusre ke honth pure passion ke saath choos rahe the. Trupti, apne hosh kho kar, apni baahein Vikki ki kamar mein daal ke Vikki ko aggressively kiss kar rahi thi. Dono ek dusre ko zor-zor se, hansi mein doob kar kiss kar rahe the. Uski badnaami ka darr ab uski vasana ke aage jhuk chuka tha.
Tabhi Vikki Trupti ki $gaand$ kas ke masalne laga, jisse Trupti ka mooh kiss ke beech mein khul gaya. Vikki ne iska faayda utha kar Trupti ke mooh mein mooh daala aur French Kiss karne laga. Dono ek dusre ke mooh mein $zabaan$ daal ke choos rahe the, mano dono ki $zabaan$ ladh rahi thi (fighting). Aur dono ek dusre ka $saliva$ (laar) bhi pee rahe the.
Ek sexy, lambi, aur strong kiss ke baad, Vikki Trupti ke honth chhodta hai. Trupti haaf rahi thi.

Vikki: “Trupti! Tumhe jitna kiss karne mein mazza aata hai, utna aaj tak kisi ladki ko kiss karne mein nahi aaya. Tum mere jism ko aag laga deti ho.”
Trupti sharm aur halke se guilty-pleasure se apni aankhein jhuka leti hai.



Vikki phir se Trupti ko palta deta hai. Ab Trupti ki $gaand$ phir se Vikki ke saamne thi. Tabhi Vikki ne apni zip kholi aur apna 9 inch ka lamba, tagda $lund$ baahar nikaalta hai.

Vikki Trupti ki kamar pakad ke, apna nanga $lund$ Trupti ki $gaand$ par, pant ke upar se, touch karta hai. Trupti turant samajh jaati hai ki Vikki ab Trupti ki $gaand$ par nanga $lund$ masalne waala hai—yeh agla level tha. Uski aakhri hadd ab toot chuki thi.
Aur Vikki ne Trupti ki $gaand$ par $back$ $stroke$ dene laga. Jisse Vikki ka $lund$ Trupti ki $gaand$ ki darar (crevice) mein kas ke ghus jaata hai. Vikki Trupti ki $gaand$ par berahmi se $lund$ masalne laga, jaise ki woh sachmuch Trupti ki $gaand$ hi $maar$ raha tha. Vikki ke dimaag mein sirf yahi tha: "Trupti ki $gaand$ $maar$ raha hu!"
Trupti Vikki ke tagde aur garm $lund$ ko apni $gaand$ ki darar mein feel kar rahi thi. Uski aankhein band thin. Usko bas itna hi maloom tha ki Vikki ka $lund$ bada aur tagda hai. Vikki ab zor zor se Trupti ko $back$ $stroke$ dene laga tha, jis se Trupti tezi se hil rahi thi.
Trupti ki jeans ne hi uski aakhri maryada ko bachaya tha. Agar Trupti ne jeans pehan ke nahi rakha hota toh Vikki ka poora $lund$ Trupti ki $gaand$ mein ghus jaata. Kuch aur tagde strokes ke saath, Vikki Trupti ki $gaand$ par hi jhad jaata hai. Uska garm $virya$ (semen) Trupti ki jeans par girta hai.
Vikki kuch der Trupti ko aise hi baahon mein jakde, apna $lund$ uski $gaand$ ki darar mein daale khada rehta hai, uski thandi saansein Trupti ki gardan par padh rahi thi.

Vikki: “Ohh Trupti! Baaki ladkiyon ko $chodne$ mein jitna mazza nahi aaya, utna teri $gaand$ par $lund$ masalne mein aaya! Tu aag hai, Trupti!”
Kuch der baad, Vikki apna $lund$ pant ke andar karta hai. Trupti ki safed jeans par Vikki ka $virya$ laga hua tha, lekin safed pant hone ke karan, aur bheed ke karan koi dekh nahi paa raha tha. Phir sab log niche utar gaye. Trupti ek naye darr aur nayi majboori mein doobi hui thi, apne jism aur izzat ke haare hue ehsaas ke saath.



Bus ab jangal ke us kone mein ruk chuki thi, jahan aage ke adventure ke liye students ko camp lagana tha. Darwaza khulte hi, Trupti ek bhaari dil aur thaki hui jism ke saath bebasī se bus se niche utri. Uske safed jeans par, Vikki ke garm $virya$ ke nishan ab bhi taaza the, chipchipaahat uski $gaand$ ke darar mein thi, jisse use ek ghin (disgust) ka ehsaas ho raha tha.

Uski tez dhadkanein abhi bhi shaant nahi hui thi. Ek taraf ghor $glāni$ (guilt) ka bojh tha—ki woh ek shaadi-shuda aurat aur ek bete ki maa hokar bus mein ek ladke se apne jism ki beizzati karwa chuki thi. Par uske jism ka doosra hissa ek visham (strange) sukh ki chhoti si chingaari mehsoos kar raha tha. Vikki ke tagde $lund$ ka sparsh, uske $gaand$ par woh berahmi bhara $gharsan$ (friction), uski saari sharam ko kuch der ke liye bhula chuka tha. Uske man mein halka sa $anand$ (pleasure) ka bhav tha, jise woh zabardasti daba rahi thi: "Kya mujhe is mein mazza aaya?"
Jab Trupti niche utri, toh Shital, jo khud Vikki ke dar se sehami hui thi, turant uske kareeb aayi. Uski aankhon mein fīkar aur gussa dono the.
Shital: "Trupti, tum theek ho? Uff, kitna ghatiya insaan hai yeh Vikki! Maine khud dekha, usne tumhare saath kya kiya. Badi himmat chahiye tumhari! Tum chup kyun ho? Abhay ko bata do! Woh use tukde tukde kar dega! Yeh sale harami ko masal dega! Warna yeh tumhe chain se jeene nahi dega."
Trupti ne ek lambi, thandi saans li. Uske paas jawab tha, par uski $majbūri$ uske gale mein phans gayi thi. Agar woh sach batati toh college mein hungama ho jaata, aur sabse badi baat—Rahul ki girlfriend hone ki uski kahani toot jaati. Aur agar Rahul ya Abhay use bachaane ke liye Vikki se ladte, toh Trupti ko pata tha ki uske saath aur kya kya ho sakta hai.
Trupti (apne honth kaat te hue, halki ghabrahat se): "Chup ho jaao Shital. Chilaao mat. Yeh sab... ho gaya hai. Abhi main kisi se koi baat nahi karna chahti. Mujhe washroom jaana hai. Bas abhi chup raho."
Aur bina Shital ka jawab sune, Trupti tezi se apne kasmasate jism ko lekar jungle ke taraf bane temporary washroom ki disha mein chal di. Uska dhyaan sirf apni $pant$ ki gandaigī ko saaf karne par tha, par uske dimaag mein Vikki ke $lund$ ka ehsaas abhi bhi taaza tha.

Wahin, bus se thodi hi door Rahul khada tha. Woh abhi bhi Vikki aur doosre doston se hansi-mazak mein laga hua tha. Rahul ko zara bhi andaza nahi tha ki jis dost se woh hanske baat kar raha hai, usne kuch hi der pehle uski maa ke saath kya kiya hai. Rahul toh abhi bhi Trupti ko apni 'girlfriend' maankar apne ego ki jeet mein dooba hua tha.
Rahul: "Haan, bas mast planning honi chahiye. Camp-fire pe mahaul accha hona chahiye. Abhay ko humesha neecha dikhana hai."
Vikki ne Rahul ki baat suni, par uske chehre par ek ghināunī muskaan thi. Uski aankhon mein shaitaani thi. Woh apne man mein Trupti ke nange jism ko soch raha tha, aur Rahul ki anjaanpana par has raha tha.
Vikki (apne mann mein): "Arey bechare Rahul! Tujhe kya pata, teri 'girlfriend' ka saara $ras$ toh humari $pant$ par nikal gaya. Aur tu abhi bhi Abhay ko neecha dikhane ki baat kar raha hai? Asli jeet toh maine abhi-abhi bus ke pichle hisse mein haasil ki hai! Ab toh bas pura $mazza$ lena baaki hai!
Vikki ne halka sa muskura kar Rahul ki peeth thapthapaayi. Uski yeh muskaan Trupti ke prati uski jeet aur Rahul ke prati uski dhokhebaazi ka khula pradarshan thi.
Vikki (Rahul se): "Haan haan, bilkul sahi keh raha hai! Aaj toh mahaul sach mein garam hone wala hai! Tu bas dekh."

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Jungle ke ghane andhere mein raat ka sannata chhaa chuka tha. Sirf jheenjhoron ki aawaaz aur door kahin behne wali nadi ka shor sunayi de raha tha. Sabhi students apne-apne tents mein ja chuke the. Picnic ka pehla din thakaan bhara tha, par kuch dilon mein abhi bhi sawalon ki aag bhadhak rahi thi. Khaana peena khatam ho chuka tha, aur camp fire ki halki thandi hoti raakh ke paas baith kar doston ke groups gupshup kar rahe the.
Lekin Trupti akeli hi ek bade purane ped ke peeche khadi thi. Usne halke andhere ka sahara liya tha taaki koi use dekh na sake. Jungle ki thandi aur thodi namm hawa uske chehre ko chhu rahi thi, par uske andar ek ajeeb si bechaini thi. Uska jism thandak mein bhi garam ho raha tha.
Wahin nazdeek ke ek tent ke paas, Kriti, Shital aur Abhay aapas mein dheere-dheere baat kar rahe the. Unki aawaazein Trupti ke kaanon mein saaf pad rahi thin.
Kriti: “Yaar, tum logon ko kya lagta hai? Sach mein Trupti aur Rahul ke beech mein affair hai? Mujhe kuch gadbad lagti hai.”
Shital: “Kyun? Trupti ne khud hi toh bataya tha ki woh dono date kar rahe hain.”
Kriti: “Wahi toh! Mujhe lagta hai Trupti jhooth bol rahi hai. Un dono ko dekho, koi chemistry hi nahi hai. Woh ek-dusre ko aise dekhte hi nahi jaise lovers dekhte hain. Aise lagta hai jaise dono sirf affair ki acting kar rahe hain.”
Ped ke peeche khadi Trupti ka dil zoron se dhadakne laga. Uske maathe par paseena aa gaya. Agar inhein zara bhi shaq hua toh woh gehrai tak jayenge.
Shital: “Bhala dono naatak kyun karenge? Rahul handsome hai aur Trupti toh apsara hai, par acting karne ka kya logic?”
Kriti: “Yeh toh woh hi dono bata sakte hain. Par meri nazrein unpar hain.”
Tabhi Abhay bola, uski aawaaz mein ek ajeeb si shaitani aur jalan thi. Woh Trupti ke liye pagal ho raha tha.
Abhay: “Mere paas ek idea hai, jisse doodh ka doodh aur paani ka paani ho jayega.”
Shital: “Kaunsi idea, Abhay?”
Abhay: “Dekho, agar unke beech sach mein affair hai aur woh itne dinon baad akele jungle mein aaye hain, toh raat ko tadap toh hogi hi. Agar sach mein lovers hain, toh dono mein se koi na koi ek-dusre ke tent mein zaroor jayega. Raat bhar dono chudai ka anand lenge. Hum log baahar jaagte rahenge. Tent ke kapde par unki parchaaiyon (shadows) se pata chal jayega ki andar romance ho raha hai ya nahi.”
Kriti: “Kamaal ki idea hai! Agar woh acting kar rahe honge toh apne-apne tent mein chup-chap so jayenge.”
Shital: “Chalo, ab dekhte hain aaj raat kya hota hai.”




Trupti ne saari baatein sun li thin. Uska poora shareer kaamp raha tha. Usko realize hua ki khatra bada hai. Agar in logon ko pata chal gaya ki Rahul aur woh acting kar rahe hain, toh woh log unki asliyat nikal lenge. Unhe pata chal jayega ki woh maa-beta hain! Poore college mein unki thoo-thoo hogi, Sanjeev ka naam mitti mein mil jayega aur uski padhai ka sapna hamesha ke liye toot jayega.
Uske dimaag mein ek yuddh chal raha tha. Ek taraf uska mamta bhara dil tha jo cheekh raha tha, 'Trupti, woh tera beta hai! Yeh paap hai!' Par doosri taraf uske adhure sapne aur izzat thi. Usne socha, 'Mujhe yeh karna hi hoga. Sirf kuch waqt ke liye. Agar sabko yakeen ho gaya ki Rahul mera mard hai, toh Abhay aur Vikki jaise gande ladke mere kareeb aane ki himmat nahi karenge. Mujhe apne bete ke saath yeh khel khelna hi padega taaki mera sapna poora ho sake.'
Raat ke qareeb das baj chuke the. Jungle ka andhera gehra ho gaya tha. Trupti ne himmat jutayi aur apne tent mein gayi. Usne apne bag se ek behad sexy aur patli, transparent night gown nikali jo uske shareer ke curves ko bilkul saaf dikha rahi thi. Usne gown pehna aur aaine mein khud ko dekha. Uske boobs aur gaand ka ubhaar us patle kapde mein qayamat dha raha tha.
Gunah ka ehsaas uske mann mein tha, par majboori usse badi thi. Woh dabe paaon apne tent se nikli aur har taraf nazar daudayi. Usne dekha ki Kriti aur Abhay door se nazar rakhe hue hain. Usne gehri saans li aur seedha Rahul ke tent ki taraf kadam badhaye.
Rahul apne tent mein akela leta hua tha, shayad Trupti ke baare mein hi soch raha tha. Tabhi tent ki zip khuli aur andhere mein use ek haseen saya andar aata dikha. Trupti andar aayi aur turant zip band kar di. Rahul ne jab Trupti ko us sexy gown mein dekha, toh uski aankhein fati ki fati reh gayi...
Trupti ne dhime se kaha, "Rahul, humein acting karni hogi... sab baahar dekh rahe hain."

Tent ke andar ki halki madham roshni mein Rahul ki aankhein Trupti ke jism par jami thin. Usne dekha ki uski Maa, jo ab poori duniya ke liye uski sexy girlfriend thi, ek patli aur jheenjhir night gown mein uske saamne khadi thi. Rahul ka jism turant garam ho gaya, uski ragon mein daudta khoon ubaal maarne laga. Woh kuch kehne hi wala tha ki Trupti ne apne honthon par ungli rakh kar use chup rehne ka ishara kiya.

Rahul samajh gaya ki baahar dushmanon ki nazrein unpar hain. Woh dheere se utha aur Trupti ke kareeb gaya. Usne Trupti ki naram kamar ko apne dono haathon mein bhara aur use apne se sathaate hue gale laga liya. Trupti ko apne bete ke jism ki garmi mehsoos hui, par usne khud ko samjhaya ki yeh sab sirf ek khel hai.
Rahul: (Dheere se) “Kya hua Mummy? Aap itni ghabrayi hui kyun ho?”
Trupti: (Uske kaan ke paas sargoshi karte hue) “Kriti aur mere baaki friends ko hum par shaq ho gaya hai, Rahul. Unhe lagta hai humare beech koi affair nahi hai, sirf acting hai. Kriti keh rahi thi ki humare beech woh chemistry nahi dikhti.”
Rahul: “Kya? Lekin humne toh sabke saamne kitna romance kiya!”
Trupti: “Nahi beta, unhe yakeen nahi hai. Abhay ne plan banaya hai ki woh raat bhar baahar jaag kar humare tent ki parchaaiyon par nazar rakhenge. Agar unhe laga ki andar kuch nahi ho raha, toh humari asliyat khul jayegi. Humari badnaami ho jayegi.”
Rahul: “Toh phir wahi hoga jo woh chahte hain. Aaj hum dono aisa performance denge ki unka har shaq hamesha ke liye khatam ho jayega.”
Rahul ki aankhon mein ek shaitaani chamak thi. Trupti ko laga ki uska beta sirf unki izzat bachaane ke liye utsaahit hai, par Rahul ke mann mein toh kuch aur hi pak raha tha. Usne Trupti ko alag kiya aur use ishara kiya.
Trupti ne gehri saans li aur apni gaand ko thoda matkaate hue tent ke doosre kone mein ja khadi hui. Usne ek behad sexy pose banaya aur apne chehre par ek nashili muskaan bikher di. Rahul ne jab Trupti ki lahraati hui gaand aur gown ke peeche se jhalakti uski nangi peeth dekhi, toh uska junoon saatvein aasmaan par pahunch gaya.



Rahul turant Trupti ke peeche gaya aur apne garam haath Trupti ki gol gaand par rakh diye. Trupti thodi jhijhaki, par usne palat kar Rahul ko ek sexy smile di. Rahul ne jaan-boojh kar apni aawaaz thodi unchi ki taaki baahar khade logon tak pahunche.
Rahul: “Wow Trupti! Yeh sexy gaand... yeh mujhe pagal kar deti hai! Aaj toh main isse jee bhar ke pyaar karunga!”
Rahul ne muskurate hue Trupti ki peeth par haath phera aur phir use ghumakar uske honthon par apna angutha rakh diya. Woh anguthe se Trupti ke raseele honthon ko masalne laga.
Rahul: “Trupti darling, tere yeh honth itne raseele hain ki mera dil karta hai aaj inka saara ras pee jaaoon. Kya main shuruat karoon?”
Trupti samajh gayi ki ab asli drama shuru ho raha hai. Rahul ne apne dono haathon se Trupti ke haseen chehre ko thama aur uske honthon par apne honth jad diye. Trupti ne pehle bhi Rahul ke saath kiss kiya tha, isliye usne ise normal samjha. Usne socha ki beta hi toh hai, acting hi toh kar raha hai.
Lekin jaise-jaise kiss gehri hoti gayi, Trupti ko kuch badlav mehsoos hone laga. Rahul ke honth sirf acting nahi kar rahe the, woh bhookhe jaanwar ki tarah Trupti ke honthon ka ras choos rahe the. Trupti ne bhi Rahul ki gardan mein baahein daal di aur uska poora saath dene lagi. Dono ke beech ek behad passionate aur aggressive kiss shuru ho gayi.
Tabhi Rahul ne Trupti ko apne baazuon mein bhara aur use godh mein utha liya. Trupti ne madhoshi mein apna mooh khol diya. Rahul ne turant apna mooh Trupti ke mooh mein dala aur dono ki zabaanein aapas mein takrane lagi. Trupti ko pehli baar apne bete ki zabaan ka woh nasha mehsoos hua jo kisi mard ka hota hai. Woh bhool gayi ki yeh uska beta hai, use bas ek mard ki garmi mehsoos ho rahi thi.
Ek lambi aur tufani kiss ke baad dono ne hoth chhode. Trupti haanf rahi thi. Rahul ne use dheere se niche utaara. Trupti jaake gadde par baith gayi, uski saansein tez thin. Usne apni peeth Rahul ki taraf kar li. Us gown mein uski nangi, chikni peeth kisi resham ki tarah chamak rahi thi.
Rahul Trupti ke paas baitha aur usne apne kampte hue haath Trupti ki peeth par rakh diye. Woh halke-halke uski peeth sehlaane laga. Trupti ne aankhein band kar li. Uska dimaag abhi bhi keh raha tha, 'Yeh acting hai', par uske jism ke andar jaagti hui garmi kuch aur hi bayaan kar rahi thi. Use Rahul ka har touch ab pehle se alag aur zyada nasha dene wala lagne laga tha...


Tent ke andar ki fiza ab garam ho chuki thi. Rahul ke honthon ki tapish Trupti ki nangi, resham jaisi chikni peeth par mehsoos ho rahi thi. Rahul ab sirf acting nahi kar raha tha, woh apne armaanon ko zabaan de raha tha. Usne Trupti ki peeth ko halke-halke chumte hue poori satah ko apne naram honthon se bhig diya. Phir, usne apni garam zabaan bahar nikali aur Trupti ki peeth par lambe-lambe strokes dete hue use chaatne laga.
Trupti ka shareer jhanjhana utha. Usne kabhi nahi socha tha ki uska beta uske badan ke saath aise khelega. Uska dimaag baar-baar use rokne ko keh raha tha, par jism ki garmi use be-hosh kar rahi thi. Rahul ne Trupti ko apni godh mein uthaya, jahan Trupti ke naram kulhe Rahul ke lund ki garmi mehsoos kar rahe the.
Rahul ne apne haath aage badhaye aur Trupti ke bhare hue boobs ko gown ke upar se hi mutthiyon mein bhar liya. Woh unhe kas kar masalne laga, jaise koi shikaari apne shikaar ko dabocha raha ho. Trupti ki saans ukhadne lagi, woh Rahul ke gale ko chumne aur chaatne par majboor ho gayi. Rahul ne berahmi se uske gaalon aur gardan par apne nishaan chhode.
Trupti ne hosh sambhalne ki koshish ki aur Rahul ki godh se utar kar gadde par pet ke bal let gayi. Is position mein uski gaand, jo hamesha se hi Rahul ke liye ek target thi, white night gown ke neeche mast ubhar kar upar aa gayi. Rahul ki aankhein chamak uthi, usne Trupti ke kareeb baith kar uski gaand par haath pherana shuru kiya.
“Is... Rahul... mmm...” Trupti ke munh se ek halki siskaari nikal gayi.
Rahul ne ab dono haathon se Trupti ki gol gaand ko daboch liya aur use sakhti se masalne laga. Woh Trupti ki poori gaand ko chum raha tha, aur phir usne ek aisi harkat ki jisne Trupti ko shock kar diya. Rahul ne gown ke upar se hi Trupti ki gaand ki darar mein apna munh daal diya aur use chaatne laga. Trupti ko laga ki yeh acting ki hadd hai, par bahar khade doston ke darr se woh kuch bol nahi pa rahi thi.
“Ahhh... Umm... Rahul ruk jaao... aahhh...” Trupti zor-zor se saansein lete hue sisakne lagi.
Rahul bahut der tak wahan apna munh maarta raha, phir woh Trupti ke upar poori tarah let gaya. Trupti ne mehsoos kiya ki Rahul ka khada lund, jo kisi lohe ke rod jaisa sakht tha, uski gaand ki darar mein gown ke upar se dhassa hua tha. Rahul ne ab back strokes dena shuru kiya.
Trupti sharam se laal ho gayi aur dhime se boli, “Rahul... beta... yeh bahut zyada ho raha hai... bas karo.”




Rahul ne Trupti ke kaan ke paas jhuk kar sargoshi ki, “Maa... agar maine ye nahi kiya toh bahar khade doston ko pata chal jayega ki ye sab natak hai. Humari badnaami ho jayegi... thoda seh lo.”
Guilt, sharam aur darr ke mare Trupti ne apne ghutne mod liye aur Rahul ko aage badhne diya. Rahul ne use ghodi banne ko kaha, aur Trupti turant ghodi ban gayi. Usne mehsoos kiya ki Rahul ne apni zip kholi hai. Jaise hi Rahul ka nanga lund Trupti ki gaand ki darar se takraya, uski rooh kaamp gayi.
Rahul ne ek stroke lagaya aur nanga lund darar mein ghus gaya. Trupti ko lund ki size ka ehsaas hua—woh bada aur mota tha. Rahul ab dheere-dheere strokes laga raha tha, aur Trupti ko acting ke beech asli mazza aane laga tha. Uska shareer Rahul ke har dhakke par uchhal raha tha.
“Aah... Mmm... Zor se Rahul... Ahh...” Trupti ab be-ikhtiyar siskaariyan bhar rahi thi.
Rahul ab berahmi par utar aaya tha. Woh zor-zor se strokes laga raha tha, Trupti ki gaand ko gown ke upar se chod raha tha. Kuch der baad, ek tez jhatke ke saath Rahul Trupti ki gaand ki darar mein hi jhad gaya. Usne turant apna lund pant mein dala, Trupti ko baahon mein bhara aur wahi so gaya.
Bahar khade doston ko yakeen ho chuka tha ki andar "chudai" hui hai. Woh apni neend lene chale gaye, par andar maa aur beta ek aise rishte ki gehraiyon mein utar chuke the jahan se wapas lautna namumkin tha.







Tent ke andar ki garmi ab dhime-dhime thandi ho rahi thi, par Trupti ke andar ek tufan utha hua tha. Woh Rahul ki mazboot baahon mein kaid thi, uska chehra Rahul ki chhati se laga tha. Har baar jab woh saans leti, use apne bete ke jism ki wahi mardana khushbu aati jisne abhi kuch der pehle use madhosh kar diya tha.
Trupti ki aankhon se ek aansu nikal kar Rahul ke seene par gira. Uska dil dukh raha tha. Guilt ka bojh itna bhari tha ki use lag raha tha jaise uska dam ghut jayega. Usne socha, 'Hey Bhagwan, maine yeh kya kar diya? Woh mera beta hai... jise maine apni godh mein khilaya, aaj usne mere jism ke sabse nazeek hisson se khela. Fort par jo hua woh galat tha, par aaj raat toh maine saari hadein hi mita din.'
Use apni gaand ki darar mein ek chipchipahat aur geeli garmi mehsoos ho rahi thi. Rahul ka virya (cum) uski patli panty aur gown ke upar faila hua tha. Woh safed gaadha ras is baat ka saboot tha ki abhi yahan kya khel khela gaya hai. Trupti ko bura lag raha tha, bohot bura... par wahin kahin dil ke kisi kone mein ek 'Guilty Pleasure' bhi tha. Ek mard ki sakhti aur uske junoon ne Trupti ke andar ki us aurat ko jaga diya tha jo saalon se Sanjeev ke naram vyavhar ke beech so gayi thi.
Trupti ne halke se rona shuru kiya, uski siskariyan andhere mein dab rahi thin. Rahul ne use aur kas kar pakad liya, jaise use sukoon de raha ho. Trupti ne socha, 'Ab baat kaafi aage badh chuki hai. Par shayad yeh zaroori tha. Aaj Abhay, Kriti aur Shital ne apni aankhon se hamari parchaaiyon ko milte dekha hai. Ab poore college mein ye confirm ho jayega ki Rahul aur main pakke girlfriend-boyfriend hain.'
Usne apne aansu poche aur khud ko dilasa dene lagi, 'Bas kuch waqt ki baat hai. Ek baar sabko yakeen ho gaya, toh koi bhi ganda ladka mere kareeb aane ki himmat nahi karega. Na Vikki, na Abhay. Jab ye khatra tal jayega, toh main aur Rahul ye acting band kar denge. Sab normal ho jayega.'
Lekin kya sach mein sab normal ho sakta tha? Kya ek beta apni maa ke jism ka nasha itni aasani se bhul sakta tha? Trupti ko pata tha ki usne aaj ek aisi aag ko hwa di hai jo shayad sab kuch jala kar raakh kar degi. Par ab peeche hatne ka rasta band ho chuka tha.
Rahul ki gehri saanson ke beech, Trupti ne bhi apni aankhein band kar lin. Uske badan par laga wo chipchipa virya use baar-baar us paap ki yaad dila raha tha, jise karne mein use darr bhi lag raha tha aur ek anokha maza bhi aa raha tha. Maa aur beta, us jungle ke andhere mein, ek naye aur khatarnak rishte ki buniyad rakh kar so gaye.

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Jungle ki subah behad haseen thi, par Trupti ke liye yeh ek naye imtehaan ki shuruat thi. Raat bhar Rahul ki baahon mein rehne aur uske "back strokes" ko jhelne ke baad, Trupti ke jism mein ek ajeeb si thakan aur garmi thi. Jab woh apne tent se bahar nikli, toh har taraf chahal-pahal thi. Dus baj chuke the aur Deepak Sir sabko ekattha kar rahe the.
Trupti ne aaj jaan-boojh kar ek behad tight red gown pehna tha. Woh gown uske tan par aise chipka tha jaise uski doosri khaal ho. Uske 38 inch ke boobs gown ki patli satah ko faad kar bahar aane ko betaab lag rahe the. Jab woh chalti, toh uski patli kamar ke niche uski bhari-bhari gaand white night-gown ke baad ab is red gown mein aur bhi zyada qayamat dha rahi thi. Woh waqayi kisi Hollywood star se kam nahi lag rahi thi.
Rahul, Vikki aur Abhay—teenon dushman aur dost aaj ek hi katar mein khade the, aur un teeno ki nazrein sirf ek hi nishane par thin: Trupti ki thirakti hui gaand. Rahul ka lund uski tight jeans mein fann uthaye khada tha. Woh soch raha tha, 'Kal raat toh sirf trailer tha, aaj mauka mila toh Maa ki pussy ki gehrai zaroor naapunga.'
Kriti aur Shital Trupti ke paas pahunchi aur unki baaton ne Trupti ko aur bhi zyada "naughty" banne par majboor kar diya.
Kriti: “Hii Trupti! Kya chamak rahi hai aaj toh!”
Shital: “You are looking like a goddess, Trupti! Raat ki thakan chehre par dikh nahi rahi, balki ek alag hi noor hai.”
Trupti: (Ek nashili smile ke saath) “Oh thank you, dears! Bas jungle ki hawa ka asar hai.”
Trupti ne halke se mud kar dekha. Usne mehsoos kiya ki Rahul, Vikki aur Abhay teenon ke pant mein 'tent' ban chuke hain. Woh teeno apne lund ko masal rahe the. Trupti ko ek ajeeb sa garv mehsoos hua ki woh ek saath teen-teen jawaan ladkon ko pagal kar rahi hai.
Kriti: “Kyun Trupti, bata na... tera BF (Rahul) tere saath kuch karta hai ki nahi? Raat ko kuch 'special' hua?”
Trupti: (Acting ko agle level par le jate hue) “Rahul bohot shaitaan hai, Kriti. Jab bhi akele milte hain, woh mujhe jam ke masalta hai. Woh chodne mein bilkul reham nahi dikhata.”
Shital: “Kya! Sach mein tum dono ne sex kiya hai?”
Trupti: (Jhooth bolte hue par andar se garam hote hue) “Haan... do-teen baar ho chuka hai. Woh bohot aggressive hai.”
Kriti: “Aur uska size? Suna hai Rahul ka ganna kaafi bada hai?”
Trupti: (Raat ka ehsaas yaad karte hue) “Takreeban 8-9 inch ka hai. Jab woh andar jata hai toh meri rooh kaamp jati hai. Bada mazza aata hai itne bade lund se chudwane mein.”
Shital: “Waise use teri pussy zyada pasand hai ya gaand?”
Trupti: (Rahul ki pasand ko yaad karte hue) “Use meri gaand chodna zyada pasand hai. Woh zyada tar meri gaand hi marta hai, aur bada berahmi se marta hai.”



Kriti aur Shital yeh sun kar dhang reh gayi. Unhe laga Trupti waqayi ek "lucky randi" hai jo itne bade lund ka maza le rahi hai. Tabhi Deepak Sir ne sabko team announcement ke liye bulaya.
Trupti jab apni high heels par thirakti hui Deepak Sir ki taraf badhi, toh uski gaand hawa mein aise lahra rahi thi jaise kisi ko dawat de rahi ho. Rahul, Vikki aur Abhay teeno hawas se pagal ho rahe the. Trupti ne unki taraf dekh kar dheere se kaha, “Yeh log toh roz hi apni aankhon se mere kapde phaadte hain aur meri chudai karte hain.”
Deepak Sir ki nazar jaise hi Trupti par padi, woh apne hosh kho baithe. Unhone poore college mein aisi haseen aurat nahi dekhi thi. Unke dimaag mein turant khayal aaya, 'Is Trupti ka toh ek special class lena hi padega.'
Deepak Sir ne teams announce ki. Rahul aur Vikki ke chehre utar gaye kyunki Trupti unke group mein nahi thi. Lekin Abhay ki lottery lag gayi thi. Trupti Abhay ke group mein thi aur Abhay hi us group ka leader tha.
Deepak Sir: “Yeh tumhare tasks hain. Now go into the jungle!”
Abhay ne Trupti ki taraf ek shaitani muskaan se dekha. Use laga ki aaj raat Trupti Rahul ki nahi, balki uski hogi. Jungle ke ghane pedon ke beech, ab Abhay aur Trupti akele hone wale the, aur Trupti ko pata tha ki Abhay use itni aasani se chhodne wala nahi tha.

Saare groups jungle ki gehraiyon mein rawaana ho chuke the. Charo taraf ghane ped aur jhaadiyan thin, jo kisi bhi tarah ke gunaah ko chhupane ke liye kaafi thin. Abhay, jo Trupti ko paane ke liye pehle hi pagal ho raha tha, aaj behad khush tha. Usne ek jagah ruk kar apne group ko do-do ke pairs mein baant diya. Shaitani dimaag ladate hue, usne Trupti ko apne saath rakha aur baaki sabko doosri dishaon mein bhej diya.
Sannaata chha gaya tha. Sirf panchiyon ki aawaazein aur Trupti ki saanson ki garmi baaki thi.
Trupti: (Thodi ghabrahat mein) “Chalo Abhay, baaki sab nikal gaye hain. Hum bhi apna task poora karte hain.”
Trupti aage badhne hi wali thi ki Abhay ne ek jhatke se uska naram haath pakda aur use apni mazboot baahon mein kheench liya. Trupti seedha Abhay ki chhati se ja takrayi. Uske red gown ke andar qaid boobs Abhay ke seene par buri tarah dab gaye.
Abhay: (Ek gehri aur bhookhi aawaaz mein) “Mai yahan koi task poora karne nahi aaya hoon, Trupti. Mai toh tumhare saath mazze karne aaya hoon! Kab tak mujhe tadpaogi?”
Trupti: (Chhutne ki koshish karte hue) “Abhay! Yeh tum kya kar rahe ho? Yeh sab galat hai!”
Abhay: “I love you Trupti yaar! Tum meri situation kyun nahi samajhti? Mai tumhare liye pagal ho raha hoon. Jab se tumhe dekha hai, neend aur sukoon sab udd gaya hai.”
Trupti: “Lekin Abhay... mai Rahul ki GF hoon ab! Tumhe pata hai na hamare beech kya rishta hai?”
Abhay: (Junoon mein) “Mujhe koi farq nahi padta! Rahul se pehle maine tumhe chaha tha. Please Trupti, aaj mujhe mat roko. Mai waada karta hoon, mai sirf upar-upar se hi mazze lunga... bas thoda sukoon chahiye.”
Trupti: “Nahi Abhay, yeh nahi ho sakta! Chhodo mujhe!”
Trupti abhi apni baat poori bhi nahi kar payi thi ki Abhay ne apne dono haathon se Trupti ka haseen chehra dabocha aur uske raseele honthon par apne honth jad diye. Trupti iss achanak hue hamle ke liye bilkul taiyaar nahi thi. Uske jism mein ek bijli si daud gayi aur uski aankhein phati ki phati reh gayi.
Abhay ab darinde par utar aaya tha. Usne apne ek haath se Trupti ke reshami baal pakad kar uski gardan peeche ki aur doosre haath se Trupti ki bhari hui gaand ko gown ke upar se hi zor se daboch liya. Usne Trupti ko apne se itna satha liya ki Abhay ka tana hua lund Trupti ki gaand ki darar par kas ke dabne laga. Woh Trupti ke honthon ko kisi bhookhe ki tarah pure passion se choosne laga.
Trupti shuruat mein chhutne ke liye haath-paaon maar rahi thi, par Abhay ki taqat ke aage woh majboor thi. Kuch der baad Abhay ne Trupti ki gaand ko itni zor se masla ki dard aur mazzay ke mile-jule ehsaas mein Trupti ka mooh khul gaya.
Mauka milte hi Abhay ne apni garam zabaan Trupti ke mooh mein daal di aur use ek aggressive French Kiss dene laga. Woh Trupti ke mooh ke har kone ko apni zabaan se chaat raha tha aur uski zabaan ko choos raha tha. Trupti ki saansein ukhad rahi thin, uska red gown Abhay ki pakad mein chumas raha tha.
Andhere jungle mein sirf unke honthon ke milne ki chap-chap aur Trupti ki dabi hui siskaariyan sunayi de rahi thin. Abhay ka haath Trupti ki gaand ko berahmi se masal raha tha, jaise woh use wahin nanga karne wala ho.
Tabhi, jhaadiyon mein kisi ke aane ki aahat hui. Koi sookhe patton par chal raha tha. Abhay turant hosh mein aaya aur darr ke mare Trupti ke honth chhod diye. Woh phat se Trupti se alag ho kar khada ho gaya, apni saansein durust karne laga.
Trupti haanf rahi thi, uski lipstick phail chuki thi aur uske baal bikhre hue the. Usne apne gown ko theek kiya, uski aankhon mein darr aur ek ajeeb sa nasha dono tha. Dono ne mud kar dekha ki aakhir wahan kaun aaya hai...




Jhaadiyon ki sarsarahat ke beech se jaise hi Rahul ka chehra bahar nikla, Abhay ke tan-badan mein aag lag gayi. Abhay niraash ho gaya, uske dimaag mein sirf ek hi baat ghoom rahi thi: "Is saale ko bhi abhi aana tha! Bas thodi der aur mil jaati toh aaj Trupti ki saari garmi nikaal deta."
Rahul seedha unke paas pahuncha. Trupti, jo abhi Abhay ke hamle se thoda hadbadayi hui thi, turant sambhal gayi. Usne apne gown ko jhatka, kamar par haath rakha aur ek sexy pose mein khadi ho gayi, chehre par wahi katilana muskaan lekar.
Rahul ne aate hi Trupti ko upar se neeche tak dekha. Uska laal gown jungle ki hariali mein aag laga raha tha. Rahul ne bina deri kiye Trupti ki gaand par apna haath rakha aur use sehlaane laga. Yeh dekh kar Abhay ki aankhon mein khoon utar aaya.
Abhay: (Gusse ko dabate hue) “Rahul, tum yahan kya kar rahe ho? Tumhe toh apni team ke saath jungle ke uss paar hona chahiye tha!”
Rahul: (Haste hue) “Yaar Abhay, tu hi bata! Itni khubsurat mall agar jungle mein akeli ho, toh koi team ke saath kaise reh sakta hai? Main toh chupke se raasta badal kar yahin bhag aaya.”
Trupti ne gehri saans li. Usne mann hi mann socha: "Achha hua Rahul sahi waqt par aa gaya, warna yeh Abhay toh aaj saari hadein paar karne par tula tha."
Trupti: (Shararat se muskurate hue) “Lekin Rahul, yeh toh galat hai. Rules follow karne chahiye na?”
Abhay samajh raha tha ki Trupti use chidha rahi hai. Uska gussa aur jalan ab uske control se bahar ho rahe the. Tabhi Rahul ne Trupti ki gaand ko gown ke upar se hi zor se masal diya.
Rahul: “Darling, rules gaye tel lene! Mujhe toh teri yeh mast sexy ubhari hui gaand yahan kheench laayi hai!”
Trupti ek pal ke liye thithki, usne yeh umeed nahi ki thi ki Rahul Abhay ke saamne itna khul jayega. Par usne socha ki Rahul sirf "best boyfriend" ki acting kar raha hai taaki Abhay ka shaq hamesha ke liye khatam ho jaye. Woh sharma kar reh gayi.
Rahul ne ab Trupti ko apni mazboot baahon mein kheench liya. Usne Trupti ki aankhon mein aankhein daali aur apne dono haathon se Trupti ki gol gaand ko daboch kar sakhti se masalne laga. Trupti ne apni aankhein band kar li aur uske munh se nikalne lagi wahi madhosh karne wali siskaariyan... "Ummm... Rahul... aahhh..."
Abhay ki halat dekhne layak thi. Uske saamne uski pasandida aurat ko koi aur itni berahmi se masal raha tha. Abhay ke pant mein bhi ek bada tent ban chuka tha, par woh majboor tha.
Rahul ne phir Trupti ke honthon par apne honth jad diye. Trupti pehle toh sudden attack se shock hui, par ab use Rahul ke saath kiss karne ki aadat ho chuki thi. Usne socha ki acting ko asli dikhane ke liye yeh zaroori hai. Usne bhi apni baahein Rahul ke gale mein daal di aur uska poora saath dene lagi.
Dono ke beech ek tufani French Kiss shuru ho gayi. Woh ek-dusre ki zabaan ko aise choos rahe the jaise ek-dusre ka saara ras pee jana chahte hon. Abhay ke saamne unka romance itna aggressive tha ki jungle ki thandi hawa bhi garam hone lagi.






Lambi kiss todne ke baad Rahul ne Trupti ko chhoda nahi, uski gaand abhi bhi uski mutthiyon mein qaid thi. Rahul aur Abhay, dono ke pant mein lund lohe ki rod ban kar khade the.
Rahul: (Abhay ki aankhon mein dekhkar) “Bhai Abhay, tu yahan pehredaar ban kar khada reh! Main Trupti ko uss bade ped ke peeche le jaa kar thoda 'special' sukoon dena chahta hoon. Samajh raha hai na?”
Trupti hairan thi par chillar (acting) samajh kar chup rahi. Use laga Rahul sirf Abhay ko jalan ke mare pagal karna chahta hai.
Rahul ne Trupti ko ek jhatke mein apni godh mein uthaya aur jungle ki ghani jhaadiyon ki taraf badh gaya. Abhay wahin zameen par baith gaya, apni kismat ko koste hue aur apne khade lund ko pant ke upar se masalte hue pehredaari karne laga.
Rahul Trupti ko lekar ek purane, motey ped ke peeche pahuncha, jahan se baahar ka kuch dikhayi nahi deta tha. Trupti ne Rahul ki aankhon mein dekha, "Acting thodi zyada nahi ho rahi, Rahul?"
Rahul ne koi jawab nahi diya, bas uski aankhon mein ek aisi hawas thi jo aaj acting ki saari deewarein todne wali thi...


Ped ke peeche ka wo andhera kone mein Trupti ka dil dhol ki tarah baj raha tha. Rahul ne jab Trupti ko khada kiya aur wapas Abhay ke paas ja kar use "gaand maarne" ki khabar di, toh Trupti ko laga ye sab sirf Abhay ko rasta saaf karne ke liye bola gaya hai. Wo muskura rahi thi, kyunki use lag raha tha uska beta use protect karne ke liye itna bada jhooth bol raha hai.

Lekin jaise hi Rahul wapas aaya, uski aankhon mein acting ki chamak nahi, balki shikaari ki bhookh thi. Rahul ne jab Trupti ko uss bade patthar ke paas sexy pose dene ko kaha, Trupti ne khushi-khushi waisa hi kiya. Wo patthar se chipak gayi, uska tight red gown uske shareer par resham ki tarah kasa tha, aur uski bhari-bhari gaand hawa mein ek nangi dawat ki tarah ubhar aayi thi. Wo Abhay ki taraf dekh kar muskura rahi thi, ye dikhane ke liye ki wo sirf Rahul ki hai.
Lekin asli khel toh uske peeche shuru hua.
Rahul ne jab Trupti ki gaand par haath phera aur use "sexy" bola, Trupti ne acting mein keh diya, “Rahul! Meri gaand tumhare liye hi hai! Chaaho jo karo!”
Ye sunte hi Rahul ke andar ka bacha-kucha darr bhi khatam ho gaya. Usne turant apne pant mein chhupe lohe jaise sakht lund ko Trupti ki gaand ki darar par set kiya. Jaise hi Rahul ne pehla back-stroke mara, Trupti ka poora badan jhanjhana utha. Gown ke patle kapde ke neeche se use Rahul ke lund ki garmi aur sakhti apni darar ke beech mehsoos ho rahi thi.
“Is... hhhhh...” Trupti ne ek gehri saans li. Uska jism is chhuwan ka aadi ho raha tha, use maza bhi aa raha tha, par ye maza ab khatarnak hota ja raha tha.
Rahul ab bekaaboo ho gaya tha. Wo Trupti ke nange kandhon ko apni zabaan se chaat raha tha, uske gale aur kaanon par apne daant gada raha tha. Usne apne haath aage badha kar Trupti ke boobs ko gown ke upar se hi itni sakhti se masla ki Trupti ke munh se dard aur lutf ki siskari nikal gayi. Rahul ka har dhakka Trupti ki gaand ko buri tarah hila raha tha.
Tabhi Rahul ne wo alfaaz kahe jinhone Trupti ki rooh kampaa di.
Rahul: “Trupti... kitna soft badan hai tera! Dil toh tujhe nangi karne ka kar raha hai!”
Trupti ke dimaag mein ek dum se dhamaka hua. Use laga jaise uski aankhon se parda hat gaya ho. Rahul ka lehja, uski saanson ki garmi, aur uski gaand par padne wale wo beraham dhakke... ye sab acting nahi the. Use mehsoos hua ki Rahul use ab 'Maa' ki nazar se nahi dekh raha tha. Uske saamne uska beta nahi, balki ek deewana aashiq khada tha jo apni maa ke jism ko nichodna chahta tha.




Trupti: (Ghabrahat mein) “Rahul! Yeh kya kar rahe ho! Hadd mein raho! Mai tumhari maa hoon!”
Rahul ne Trupti ko aur kas kar pakda, uska lund Trupti ki gaand par lagatar ragad raha tha.
Rahul: (Nashili aur gehari aawaaz mein) “Trupti darling! Tu iss waqt meri maa nahi, balki ek khubsurat aurat hai... jise aaj main nangi kar ke rahunga! Maine bahut intezaar kiya hai.”
Trupti ke pairon tale zameen nikal gayi. Use hakeekat ka ehsaas us waqt hua jab use pata chala ki Rahul ki hawas uski mamta se kahin zyada badh chuki hai. Use darr laga ki agar wo yahan ruki toh Rahul sab kuch bhool kar use wahin jungle mein nanga kar dega.
Trupti ne apni poori taqat se Rahul ko peeche dhakka diya. Rahul, jo madhoshi mein tha, thoda ladkhada gaya. Trupti ne bina peeche dekhe wahan se apne tent ki taraf daud laga di. Uska gown hawa mein lahra raha tha, uski high heels use dukh de rahi thin par wo rukna nahi chahti thi.
Abhay wahin baitha tha, use laga shayad unka "session" poora ho gaya, par Rahul ka gussa kuch aur hi tha. Rahul ke dimaag par sirf Trupti ka jism sawar tha. Wo bhi shikaari kutte ki tarah Trupti ke peeche bhaga.
“Mummy... ruko! Kahan bhaag rahi ho!” Rahul peeche se chillaya.
Trupti ke dimaag mein sirf ek hi baat ghoom rahi thi: uska beta use chodna chahta hai. Ye paap tha, ye galat tha, par Rahul ab kisi ki sunne wala nahi tha. Jungle ke andhere mein, ek beta apni hi maa ka shikaar karne ke liye uske peeche tha.


Trupti ki saansein dhoukani ki tarah chal rahi thin. Wo us ped se teki hui khadi thi, uska red gown uske paseene se bheege jism par chipak gaya tha. Usne peeche mudkar dekha, Rahul wahan khada tha—uski aankhon mein wo masoomiyat nahi thi jo ek bete ki hoti hai, balki ek aisi darindagi thi jo Trupti ne kabhi nahi dekhi thi. Trupti ka dil ghin se bhar utha, par sath hi ek darr bhi tha ki usne "acting" ke naam par is aag mein itna tel dal diya hai ki ab ye aag use hi jala kar raakh kar degi.
Rahul: “Kya hua Mummy? Aap aise daud ke kyun aayi ho? Abhi toh party shuru hui thi.”
Trupti: (Kapte hue) “Rahul... bas karo. Yeh pagalpan hai. Maine Papa ko cheat karne ka kabhi sapna bhi nahi dekha tha. Hum dono maa-beta hain, humare beech ye sab... ye mahapaap hai!”
Rahul ne ek qadam aage badhaya aur Trupti ki kamar ko halke se pakad liya. Trupti ne hatne ki koshish ki par Rahul ki pakad lohe ki zanjeer jaisi thi. Uska tana hua lund Trupti ki gaand ki darar par dawab bana raha tha.
Rahul: “Mummy, aap be-matlab darr rahi ho. Hum sirf acting kar rahe hain. Aap meri heroine ho, main aapka hero. Bas apna kirdaar nibhao na.”
Trupti: “Romance maa-beton mein nahi hota Rahul! Yeh niyam srishti ke khilaf hai!”
Rahul ne Trupti ko jhatke se apni taraf ghumaya. Usne Trupti ki aankhon mein dekha, jahan guilt aur hawas ka ek ajeeb yuddh chal raha tha. Rahul ne ab apne shaitani dimaag ka istemal kiya. Wo janta tha ki Trupti ko jazbaaton se nahi, balki galat logic se hi jeeta ja sakta hai.
Rahul: “Mummy, aap bhool jao ki aap meri Maa ho. Aap sirf ek college girl ho. Aur rahi baat niyam ki... toh ye srishti Bhagwan ne banayi hai na? Janwaro ko bhi usne banayi hai? Unmein toh maa-beta sex karte hain. Toh insaanon mein kyu nahi? Bhagwan ne sabke liye niyam barabar banaye hain.”
Trupti ka dimaag sunn hone laga. Wo janti thi ye sab galat hai, par Rahul ka lehja itna yakeen bhara tha ki uski sochne ki shakti khatam ho rahi thi.
Rahul: “Aur aapko lagta hai ye sirf yahan hota hai? Americans ko dekho! Wahan toh beta 18 saal ka hote hi maa use khud ko gift karti hai. Ye sab natural hai Mummy. Hum bas doston ko dikhane ke liye thoda aur close ja rahe hain.”
Trupti ke dimaag mein ek zor ka dhakka laga. Usne socha, 'Kya sach mein aisa hota hai? Kya main hi purane khayalon ki hoon?' Par sath hi use ghin aa rahi thi ki uska beta ye sab baatein kar raha hai. Usne mehsoos kiya ki Rahul is waqt ek bhookha sher ban chuka hai. Agar usne abhi use shant nahi kiya, toh Rahul yahi jungle mein use nanga karke uski pussy chod dega. Use kisi bhi tarah Rahul ko control karna tha.
Trupti: (Dheere se, rote hue) “Rahul... please... main ye nahi kar sakti.”





Rahul: (Uski gardan par garam saans chhodte hue) “Mummy, main aapki pussy nahi chodunga. Main pakka waada karta hoon. Main sirf aapke jism se khelunga, aapko chumu-chaatunga. Bas aap apne naram haathon se mere is tanab (erection) ko shant kar dena. Itna toh kar sakti ho na?”
Trupti ko ye deal thodi 'safe' lagi. Usne socha, 'Agar main iske lund ko haath se shant kar doon, toh shayad iska pagalpan utar jaye. Phir jab ye hosh mein aayega, toh shayad ye mujhe phir se Maa ki nazar se dekhe.' Uska dil guilt se fat raha tha, par apne bete ko balatkar (bang) karne se rokne ka use yahi ek rasta dikha.
Trupti: “Pakka? Tum mujhe... tum meri pussy nahi chodoge?”
Rahul: “Pakka Mummy! Jab tak aap khud nahi kahogi, main wahan nahi jaunga. Par ek shart hai... mera virya (cum) aapki gaand ki darar, ya aapke boobs aur chehre par girega. Aapko use qubool karna hoga.”
Trupti ki rooh kamp gayi. Apne bete ka thook aur virya apne chehre par lena... ye soch kar hi use ulti aane ko hui. Par phir usne samne khade Rahul ko dekha—wo beta nahi, ek hawas ka pujari lag raha tha. Use shant karna zaroori tha.
Trupti: (Aankhein band karke) “Theek hai... mujhe manzoor hai. Bas... bas meri pussy mat chodna.”
Rahul ne ek shaitani muskaan di. Usne Trupti ko godh mein utha liya. Trupti ko apni peeth par uski ungliyon ka ehsaas ho raha tha. Wo janti thi ki usne aaj shaitan se samjhota kar liya hai. Guilt aur dard uske dil mein nashtar ki tarah chub rahe the, par ab wo is daldal mein itni gehari utar chuki thi ki bahar nikalne ka har raasta usne khud hi band kar diya tha.
Rahul: “Ab chalo Mummy... acting ko asliyat banate hain.”
Rahul use tent ki taraf le jane laga, aur Trupti ne apna sir uski chhati par rkh diya, ye jante hue ki aaj ki raat uski mamta ka antim sanskar hone wala hai.

Rahul ne jaise hi Trupti ko apni godh mein uthaya, Trupti ka poora shareer thar-thara utha. Usne apne naram haath Rahul ke mazboot kandhon par tikaye, par unme Rahul ko peeche dhakhelne ki himmat nahi thi. Rahul ke jism se nikalne wali mardana garmi Trupti ke red gown ke patle kapde ko cheer kar uske jism mein utar rahi thi. Trupti ka dimaag sunn ho chuka tha, wahan sirf guilt, darr aur ek ajeeb si majboori ka tufan tha.

Rahul use lekar tent ke andar daakhil hua aur dheere se use neeche utara. Tent ki zipp band karne ki aawaaz Trupti ko kisi kaid-khaane ke darwaze jaisi lagi. Bahar jungle ka sannata tha, par Trupti ke kaanon mein Abhay aur Kriti ki wahi baatein goonj rahi thin—agar unhe shaq hua toh badnaami ho jayegi.
Trupti ne kaampte hue hotho se poocha, "Rahul... tumne waada kiya hai na? Tum... tum meri pussy nahi chhuoge?"
Rahul ne andhere mein Trupti ke chehre par apni ungliyan pheri. "Mummy, maine kaha na, jab tak aap taiyaar nahi hogi, main wahan nahi jaunga. Par mujhe shant karna aapka farz hai. Agar main abhi bahar gaya is halat mein, toh log samajh jayenge ki main mard nahi hoon, aur hamara natak khul jayega."



Trupti ke dil mein ek gehra dard utha. Woh soch rahi thi, 'Maine hi is aag ko hawa di. Maine hi use uksaya taaki main apne sapne poore kar sakun. Maine hi use acting karne ko kaha... aur ab main hi use rok rahi hoon? Agar maine ise abhi shant nahi kiya, toh ye pagalpan mein kuch bhi kar baithega. Shayad... shayad iska lund apne haath mein pakad lena hi sabse bada balidan hoga.'
Usne khud ko ye samjha kar manaya ki ye sirf ek 'physical release' hai. Jaise ek bache ko rone se rokne ke liye khilauna diya jata hai, waise hi use Rahul ki hawas ko thanda karna tha taaki wo hosh mein aa sake. Uska guilt use andar hi andar nichod raha tha, par uski mamta aur darr ne ek naya 'logic' taiyaar kar liya tha—apne bete ko balatkari banne se bachane ke liye, use khud thoda sa bad-chalan banna hi padega.
Rahul ne Trupti ka haath pakda aur use apne pant ke us ubhaar (tent) par rakha. Trupti ne jaise hi us lohe jaise sakht lund ko chhua, uski aankhein band ho gayi aur munh se ek halki siskari nikli.
"Dekho Mummy, ye kitna tadap raha hai aapke liye," Rahul ne uske kaan mein whisper kiya.
Trupti ki aankhon se aansu behne lage. Woh ghin se bhar gayi thi ki woh apne bete ke lund ko mehsoos kar rahi hai, par Rahul ka shaitani logic uske dimaag mein baith chuka tha—janwar bhi toh aisa karte hain, Americans bhi toh karte hain. Usne socha, 'Theek hai... agar ye karne se Rahul shaant ho jata hai aur humari izzat bach jati hai, toh main ye paap seh lungi. Main ise apne haathon se shant kar dungi... par pussy nahi... wahan main use kabhi nahi jane dungi.'
Rahul ne Trupti ko ghurte hue dekha, uski aankhon mein ek bhookha sher tha. Usne Trupti ke gown ke strap ko kandhe se niche sarakaya. Trupti ne use roka nahi, woh bas butt (statue) bankar khadi rahi, uski rooh ro rahi thi par uska jism is naye tajurbe ki garmi se pighal raha tha.
"Mummy, aaj aap mujhe wo sukoon dogi jo kisi aurat ne kisi mard ko nahi diya hoga," Rahul ne kaha aur Trupti ke gaal ko chaatne laga.
Trupti ne apna sir peeche kar liya, usne faisla kar liya tha. "Theek hai Rahul... tum... tum jo chaho karo... bas... bas niyam yaad rakhna. Meri izzat mat lootna... baaki tum jism se khel sakte ho."
Rahul ki jeet ho chuki thi. Usne Trupti ko gadde par dhakela aur uske upar aa gaya. Trupti ne mehsoos kiya ki usne aaj apni mamta ka sauda kar liya hai. Guilt aur dard ke beech, usne apne bete ko woh 'permission' de di thi jise sunne ke liye Rahul tadap raha tha. Us raat us tent mein, niyam badalne wale the aur Trupti ki mamta ka dum ghutne wala tha.

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Tent ke andar ki madham roshni Trupti ke chehre par ek ajeeb si kashmakash dikha rahi thi. Rahul ne jab Trupti ko gadde par dhakela, toh Trupti ka shareer ek pal ke liye patthar jaisa sakht ho gaya. Uska dimaag baar-baar chilla raha tha ki ye uska beta hai, par uska jism is naye tajurbe ki garmi mein pighalne laga tha.
Rahul ne Trupti ke upar aate hue uske honthon par apne honth jad diye. Pehle toh Trupti ne apne honth sakhti se band kar liye, uski saansein atak gayi thin.
Rahul: (Kiss ke beech sargoshi karte hue) “Mummy... darr kaisa? Aapne hi toh kaha tha ki main aapke jism se khel sakta hoon. Ab peeche mat hato... warna bahar sabko shaq ho jayega.”
Rahul ki baaton ne Trupti ki himmat tod di. Usne dheere-dheere apne hont dheele chhod diye. Rahul ne mauka pate hi Trupti ke honthon ko smooch karna shuru kiya. Woh Trupti ke nichle hont ko apne munh mein lekar kisi raseele phal ki tarah choos raha tha. Trupti ne bhi darr aur sharam ke beech apni baahein Rahul ke gale mein daal di aur is kiss mein doobne lagi. Unke thook ke milne ki chap-chap aawaaz tent mein goonj rahi thi.
"Mmm... sss... aah..." Trupti ke munh se dabi hui siskaariyan nikalne lagin.
Rahul ne ab apne haath Trupti ke red gown ke zip par rakhe. Usne ek jhatke mein gown ki zip neeche gira di aur Trupti ke kandhon se gown sarka kar use poori tarah utaar diya. Ab Trupti sirf ek laal rang ki lace wali bra aur matching panty mein Rahul ke saamne khadi thi.
Rahul ek pal ke liye ruk gaya. Usne Trupti ko inch-dar-inch ghoorna shuru kiya. Trupti ka gora chikna badan us laal lingerie mein qayamat dha raha tha. Uske 38 inch ke boobs bra se bahar aane ko betaab the, aur uski patli kamar ke neeche uski bhari-bhari jaanghein lohe jaise lund ko dawat de rahi thin. Trupti sharam se dohari ho rahi thi, usne apne haathon se apne jism ko chhupane ki koshish ki.




Trupti: (Kapte hue) “Rahul... aise mat dekho... mujhe bohot sharam aa rahi hai... Sanjeev ke baad kisi ne mujhe aise...”
Rahul ko Trupti ki is halat par aur bhi zyada nasha aa raha tha. Woh dekh raha tha ki uski maa kaise ek jawaan ladki ki tarah uske samne machal rahi hai. Rahul ka haath Trupti ki bra ke hook tak gaya, par usne Trupti ki aankhon mein dekha. Wahan dard aur sharam ka samundar tha.
Rahul ne apne dimaag mein socha: 'Agar main abhi jabardasti karunga toh Trupti sirf majboori mein karegi. Mujhe ise poori tarah apna banana hai. Main chahta hoon ki ye khud apni pussy mere lund ke hawale kare. Jabardasti se toh main ise chodh dunga, par ye hamesha ke liye mujhse door ho jayegi. Mujhe ise pyaar aur hawas ke us mod par lana hai jahan ye khud sab kuch mita de.'
Rahul ne bra kholne ka khayal abhi taal diya. Usne Trupti ko upar-upar se hi tadpana shuru kiya. Usne apne dono haath Trupti ki bra ke upar rakhe aur uske boobs ko masalna shuru kiya. Trupti ke boobs itne naram aur mulayam the ki Rahul ki ungliyan unme dhasti ja rahi thin. Bra ke kapde ke upar se hi Rahul ne Trupti ke nipples ko apni ungliyon se dabaya. Woh nipples pehle se hi sakht ho chuke the.
“Aaaahhh... Rahul... isss... dhire... mmm...” Trupti ne apna sir peeche gadde par de mara.
Rahul ne ab apna munh Trupti ke gale par rakha. Woh wahan ki komal twacha ko chumne aur chaatne laga. Usne Trupti ke gaalon ko apne danton se halke se chabaya, phir uske kaan ke nichle hisse ko apne munh mein lekar choosne laga.
Rahul: “Mummy... aapka badan kitna meetha hai... aisa lagta hai saara ras aaj hi pee jaaoon.”
Trupti ab poori tarah madhosh ho chuki thi. Rahul ka haath ab uski bra ke kapde ke andar ghusa aur usne nange boobs ko mutthi mein bhar liya. Nange jism ki garmi jab Rahul ke haath se takrayi, toh Trupti ne ek zor ki siskaari bhari.
“Oooohhh... haaa... Rahul... beta... aahhh... bohot maza... sss... aur maslo... mmm... apne mummy ke boobs ko... ahhh...!”
Rahul ab Trupti ke nipples ko bra ke kapde ke upar se hi apne munh mein bhar kar choosne laga. Woh us sakht nipple ko apni zabaan se sehla raha tha aur kabhi-kabhi danton se halke se daba raha tha. Trupti ki kamar ab upar-neeche uchhal rahi thi, uska jism Rahul ke lund ki ragad mehsoos kar raha tha jo panty ke upar se uski gaand ki darar mein fansa hua tha.
“Is... sss... ummm... haaa... Rahul... tum pagal... kar rahe ho... ahhh...!”
Rahul Trupti ke dono boobs ko bari-bari masal raha tha aur unki shape ko mehsoos kar raha tha. Woh Trupti ke jism ki har aahat ko enjoy kar raha tha, ye jante hue ki agla kadam Trupti ko hamesha ke liye ek randi bana dega.



Tent ke andar ki garmi ab dushmani aur darr se nikal kar ek ajeeb se samjhote ki taraf badh rahi thi. Rahul ne Trupti ki aankhon mein dekha, jahan dard ke aansu abhi sookhe nahi the. Trupti ne jab dekha ki Rahul use ek mard ki tarah ghoor raha hai, toh usne thartharate hathon se ek faisla kiya.
Rahul: (Gehri aawaaz mein) “Mummy... kya aap apne haath se mere is tanav ko shant karogi? Kya aap BF-GF ki is acting ko anjaam tak pahunchaogi?”
Trupti ne dard bhari aankhon se Rahul ki taraf dekha aur dhime se 'haan' mein sar hila diya. Woh jaanti thi ki ye paap hai, par apne parivar aur sapno ki khatir usne ye zehar peene ka faisla kar liya tha.
Rahul ne Trupti ka udaas chehra dekha toh uske andar ka shaitaan thoda pighal gaya. Usne Trupti ko dard mein dekh kar ek shaatir muskaan di aur aage badh kar uske honthon par ek gehra, namm chumma diya. Usne Trupti ke nichle hont ko halke se apne danton se kata, jisse Trupti ke munh se ek dabi hui siskaari nikal gayi.
Rahul: (Pyaar se whisper karte hue) “Don't worry Mummy... mujhe pata hai tumhe ye sab pasand nahi aa raha. Main itna bhi gira hua nahi hoon ki apni hi pasandida aurat ko takleef doon. Main aisa kuch nahi karunga jisse tumhari rooh kaanp jaye.”
Trupti ne hairat se Rahul ko dekha. Rahul ne uske baalon ko sehlaate hue aage kaha.
Rahul: “Main sirf apne lund ko tumhari gaand ki darar se ragad kar cum kar lunga. Main do saal ke liye tumhara boyfriend hoon, aur main waada karta hoon ki tumhari marzi ke bina tumhe koi takleef nahi dunga. Tumhari pussy mehfooz rahegi.”
Yeh sunte hi Trupti ke seene se ek bohot bada bojh hat gaya. Uska dil halka ho gaya. Use laga ki uska beta abhi bhi wahi purana Rahul hai jo apni Maa ki izzat karta hai. Usne ek gehri saans li aur namm aankhon se kaha, “Thank you beta... thank you mujhe samajhne ke liye.”
Rahul: (Shaitani dimaag ladate hue) “Par Mummy... boyfriend hone ke naate kam se kam mujhe kiss karne aur tumhare ye raseele boobs dabane ka haq toh milega na? Itna toh main kar hi sakta hoon hamari acting ko asli dikhane ke liye.”
Trupti ne sharma kar apni nigahein jhuka lin. Usne socha ki agar itne se Rahul shant rehta hai aur pussy bach jati hai, toh ye sauda bura nahi hai. Usne dhime se 'haan' keh diya. Uske mann mein aaya, 'Mera beta... aakhirkar use apni Maa ki majboori samajh aa gayi. Shukriya Bhagwan!'
Rahul ne Trupti ko ishara kiya, aur Trupti ghutno aur haathon ke bal jhuk gayi. Rahul ne apne pant ki zip kholi aur apna 10-inch ka monster lund bahar nikala. Jaise hi usne apna nanga lund Trupti ki bhari hui gaand ke darar se sataya, Trupti ka poora badan thar-thara gaya.
Trupti ko apni gaand par ek mota, majboot aur lohe jaisa sakht lund mehsoos ho raha tha. Woh gown ke neeche sirf panty mein thi, aur uski gaand ka ubhaar Rahul ke lund ki garmi ko sokh raha tha. Trupti ne apni aankhein band kar lin aur sharam se laal hote hue kaha:
Trupti: “Beta... krlo... jo karna hai jaldi karo... bas pussy mat chuna.”
Rahul ne Trupti ki kamar ko dono haathon se kas ke pakda aur pehla zor daar stroke mara. Uska nanga lund Trupti ki gaand ki darar mein panty ke upar se phisalne laga. Trupti ki siskaariyan ab pure tent mein goonjne lagin.
“Aaaahhh... Rahul... sss... mmm... bohot mota hai... ahhh...!”
Rahul ne ab berahmi se back-strokes dena shuru kiya. Woh Trupti ki gaand ko kisi machine ki tarah thonk raha tha. Har stroke par Trupti ka jism aage-piche ho raha tha. Rahul ne apne haath aage badha kar Trupti ke nange boobs ko mutthiyon mein bhara aur unhe buri tarah masalne laga.
Tent ke bahar khade logon ko unki parchaaiyan dikh rahi thin—ek mard ek aurat ko ghodi bana kar uski gaand maar raha tha. Rahul ne Trupti ke kaan ke paas jhuk kar zor-zor se haanfna shuru kiya. Trupti bhi ab us ragad ka lutf lene lagi thi. Uska guilt ab hawas ki gehraiyon mein kahin kho gaya tha.




Tent ke andar sirf unki tez saanson aur jism ke takrane ki aawaaz goonj rahi thi. Rahul ne apna nanga lund Trupti ki gaand ki darar mein poori taqat se fasa diya tha. Woh koi piche hatne wala nahi tha. Usne Trupti ki kamar ko itni sakhti se jakad rakha tha ki Trupti ke naram badan par uski ungliyon ke nishaan chhap rahe the. Rahul apne lund ko Trupti ki gaand ki darar mein upar-neeche ragad raha tha, aur har stroke ke saath Trupti ka jism tharr-tharra uthta.
Trupti ne apni aankhein kas kar band kar rakhi thin. Shuruat mein jo darr aur ghin thi, woh ab dhime-dhime ek ajeeb se nashili jalan mein badal rahi thi. Use apne bete ke lund ki garmi aur sakhti apni gaand par mehsoos ho rahi thi, jo use ek ajeeb sa "Guilty Pleasure" de rahi thi. Woh janti thi ki ye galat hai, par Rahul ke jhatke itne zor-daar the ki uska poora wajood hil gaya tha.
Rahul ko Trupti ki bhari hui aur tight gaand ke beech apne lund ko ragadne mein jannat ka maza aa raha tha. Uska 10-inch ka monster ab apna sabra kho raha tha. Usne Trupti ke kulhon ko aur zor se daboch liya aur strokes ki raftaar tez kar di. Trupti ki siskaariyan ab siskiyon mein badal gayi thin.
“Aaaahhh... Rahul... sss... bas karo... mmm... aahhh...!”
Rahul ka shareer ab thar-tharane laga. Usne Trupti ko piche se poori taqat se dabocha aur apne lund ka saara garma-garam load ek jhatke mein nikaal diya. Uska gaadha aur safed virya (cum) pichkariyon ki tarah Trupti ki gaand ke upar aur uski darar mein har taraf fail gaya.
Trupti ko apni gaand par piche se ek ajeeb si geelapan aur chipchipahat mehsoos hui. Use ehsaas ho gaya ki Rahul ne apna kaam poora kar liya hai. Rahul wahi kuch der haanfte hue Trupti ki peeth par leta raha, uski garam saansein Trupti ki nangi peeth ko jala rahi thin.
Kuch der baad, Rahul bina kuch kahe utha, apne kapde darust kiye aur tent se bahar nikal gaya. Woh jaanta tha ki aaj usne Trupti ke jism par apna nishaan chhod diya hai. Bahar khade doston ko usne ek shaitani muskaan di, jaise woh unhe dikha raha ho ki usne "shikaar" kar liya hai.
Andar Trupti akeli reh gayi. Woh wahi ghodi bani hui halat mein kuch der padi rahi. Uske dil mein rona aa raha tha par aankhon mein aansu sookh chuke the. Usne halke se piche mud kar dekha—uski laal panty aur uski gori gaand Rahul ke safed ras se sani hui thi. Woh nishaan use uske gunah ki yaad dila raha tha.
Trupti ne kaampte hathon se ek kapda uthaya aur badi mushkil se apni gaand aur jaanghon ko saaf kiya. Usne har ek boond ko poncha, par woh chipchipahat uske zehen mein baith gayi thi. Usne dabe paaon apne bikhre hue kapde uthaye, apna red gown pehna aur khud ko samet liya. Aaj raat usne Sanjeev ko dhokha nahi diya tha, par usne ek bete ko mard banne ka rasta dikha diya tha... ek aisa rasta jo sirf tabahi ki taraf jata tha.



Rahul ke jaate hi Trupti jaise toot kar gadde par gir gayi. Uska badan abhi bhi thar-thara raha tha. Tent ki khamoshi mein use apni hi tez saansein saaf sunayi de rahi thin. Usne mehsoos kiya ki uski jaanghon aur gaand par abhi bhi wo chipchipahat baaki thi—uske bete ke jaur (cum) ka wo nishaan jo is baat ka saboot tha ki aaj ek maa aur bete ke beech ki maryada ki deewar thoda aur darak gayi hai.
Trupti ke dimaag mein ek ajeeb sa yuddh chal raha tha. Ek taraf wo gehra guilt aur sharam thi ki usne apne hi bete ko apne jism se khelne diya, lekin doosri taraf ek ajeeb si rahat (relief) bhi thi. Raahat is baat ki, ki Rahul ne apna waada nibhaya tha. Usne Trupti ko poori tarah nanga nahi kiya tha, aur sabse badi baat—uski chut (pussy) abhi bhi mehfooz thi. Rahul ne sirf uski gaand ki darar par ragad kar khud ko shant kar liya tha.
“Mera beta waqayi bada ho gaya hai,” Trupti ne andhere mein chhat ko ghurte hue socha. Uske dimaag mein Rahul ke wo aggressive strokes aur uska lohe jaisa sakht lund baar-baar yaad aa raha tha. Woh samajh gayi thi ki Rahul ab wo chhota bacha nahi raha, uske andar ek poora mard jaag chuka hai jo shikaar karna jaanta hai.
Lekin asli chinta ab shuru hui thi. Trupti ne socha, ‘Maine use kissing aur boobs dabane ki ijazat toh de di hai... par kya ye kaafi hoga? Aaj toh wo itne mein maan gaya, par kal agar uske andar ka ye mardana sher dobara jaga, toh kya wo ruk payega? Rahul ki hawas ek aisi aag hai jise maine hi hawa di hai.’
Ek pal ke liye uske mann mein aaya ki wo ye sab chhod-chaad kar ghar laut jaye. Sanjeev ke paas, apni purani duniya mein. Par phir use apna wo sapna yaad aaya—apni adhuri padhai poori karke ek pehchaan banane ka junoon. Usne itni mushkil se ye kadam uthaya tha, aur ab baat itni aage badh chuki thi ki peeche hatna namumkin tha. Poora college unhe lover samajhta tha, Abhay aur Vikki jaise gande ladkon se bachne ka yahi ek rasta tha.
Usne gehri saans li aur apne bikhre hue kapdon ko sambhala. Usne khud ko dilasa diya, ‘Theek hai... agar Rahul sirf itne par hi ruka rehta hai, sirf upar-upar se khel kar shant ho jata hai, toh shayad ye itni badi baat nahi hai. Aakhir hai toh mera hi beta... mere hi khoon ka hissa. Main ise dhire-dhire samjha lungi, iski hawas ko dhire-dhire sahi raaste par le aungi. Main ise bhatakne nahi dungi.’
Trupti ne kapde se khud ko saaf kiya aur wapas apna red gown pehen liya. Uski aankhon mein ab dard ke saath ek pakka iraada bhi tha. Use is "forbidden" raste par chalna hi tha, par apni sharton par. Woh nahi janti thi ki ek bhookhe sher ko khoon ka swaad lagne ke baad use kabu karna kitna mushkil hota hai, par abhi ke liye, usne apni mamta aur majboori ke beech ek naya samjhota kar liya tha.



Rahul tent se bahar nikla toh uske chehre par ek aisi vijeta wali muskan thi jo kisi bhi mard ka khoon khola dene ke liye kaafi thi. Usne apni jeans ki belt ko thoda darust kiya aur seedha us taraf badha jahan Abhay kisi ghayal sher ki tarah ek pathar par baitha pehredaari kar raha tha. Rahul ko pata tha ki Abhay ne andar ki wo siskaariyan aur jismon ke takrane ki aawazein suni hain, aur isi baat ka maza Rahul dugna karna chahta tha.
Rahul: (Haste hue) “Arre Abhay! Tu ab tak yahin pehredaari kar raha hai? Kya baat hai yaar, bada imandaar dost hai tu.”
Abhay ne sar utha kar Rahul ko dekha. Rahul ke bikhre hue baal aur uske chehre ki chamak saaf bayaan kar rahi thi ki andar kya maahaul tha. Abhay ke andar gusse ka ek jwalamukhi phatne ko taiyaar tha, par usne kisi tarah khud ko kaabu mein rakha. Uske liye Trupti sirf ek jism nahi, uska sacha pyar thi.
Abhay: (Thandi par kadwi aawaz mein) “Achhi baat hai... kam se kam tum dono toh is picnic ka poora anand le rahe ho.”
Rahul: (Usko aur chidate hue) “Anand? Bhai, tujhe kya bataun! Trupti waqayi ek kamaal ki aurat hai. Aaj toh main use dhang se chodh kar aaya hoon... uski gaand maarke itna sukoon mila ki kya bataun. Woh toh abhi andar gehri saans le rahi hai, hosh thikane aane mein waqt lagega.”
Abhay ka dil chhalni ho gaya. Use dard ho raha tha ye soch kar ki jiske samne woh nazrein uthane se darta tha, Rahul use ek 'item' ki tarah treat kar raha hai.
Abhay: (Rahul ki aankhon mein dekhte hue) “Toh kya irada hai? Itna sab karne ke baad... kya tum usse shadi karoge?”
Rahul ne ek zor ka thahaka lagaya, jaise Abhay ne duniya ka sabse bada mazaak kiya ho.
Rahul: “Shadi? Pagal hai kya! Shadi-wadi ke chakkar mein kaun padta hai yaar. Trupti toh bas maje lene ki cheez hai, shadi ki nahi. Jab tak ye raseela badan saath hai, tabiyat se nichodunga... phir dekha jayega.”
Abhay ki mutthiyan kas gayi. Uske liye ye bardasht se bahar tha ki jis aurat ko woh apni rani banana chahta tha, Rahul use sirf ek 'use and throw' khilauna samajh raha hai. Usne mann hi mann faisla kiya ki Trupti ko kisi bhi tarah Rahul ke is 'jaal' se nikalna hi padega. Par use apni galti ka bhi ehsaas hua—aaj jungle mein jo usne Trupti ke saath jabardasti ki thi, shayad us wajah se Trupti usse nafrat karne lagi hogi.
Abhay: “Tum uski kadar nahi karte, Rahul. Ek din pachtaoge.”
Abhay wahan se utha aur bina peeche mude andhere jungle ki taraf nikal gaya. Uska dil dard se bhara tha, par dimaag mein ek hi dhun thi: Trupti ko Rahul ki hawas se bachana aur use apna banana. Udhar Rahul muskura raha tha, use Abhay ko tadpane mein ek ajeeb hi maza aa raha tha. Woh nahi janta tha ki uska ye 'teasing' wala khel Abhay ko kisi bhi hadd tak le ja sakta hai.

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Picnic ke teen dinon ka wo junooni safar ab khatam ho chuka tha. Jungle ki wo thandi raatein, tent ke andar ka wo gunaah, aur Rahul ke lund ki wo garam ragad... sab kuch Trupti ke zehen mein ek gehri yaadon ki tarah chhap gaya tha. Sab log wapas hostel laut aaye the aur aaj college ka pehla din tha.
Subah-subah Trupti apne aaine ke samne khadi taiyaar ho rahi thi. Aaj usne ek behad tight yellow dress pehni thi jo uske ghutno se kaafi upar khatam ho rahi thi. Woh dress uske jism par kisi doosri khaal ki tarah chipki hui thi, jismein uske 38 inch ke boobs aur uski bhari-bhari gaand qayamat dha rahe the. Usne halke se apne baalon ko khula chhoda aur honthon par wahi raseeli red lipstick lagayi.
Tabhi Kriti dabe paaon kamre mein aayi aur Trupti ka wo roop dekh kar wahi thithak gayi. Usne Trupti ko upar se neeche tak dekha aur uske munh se ek seeti nikal gayi.




 Kriti: “Yaar Trupti! Tu toh din-ba-din aur bhi zyada hot hoti ja rahi hai. Kya baat hai? Jungle ki hawa ne kuch zyada hi asar dikhaya hai kya?”
Trupti: (Sharmaate hue) “Dhatt... pagal! Kuch bhi bolti hai. Bas taiyaar ho rahi hoon college ke liye.”
Kriti: (Trupti ke paas aakar uske kulhon par thappad maarte hue) “Yaar, sach bol rahi hoon. Agar main tere jaisi hoti na, toh har roz ek naya ganna (lund) choosti aur uske ras ka swaad leti. Tere paas toh khazana hai aur tu hai ki sirf ek hi mard ke peeche padi hai.”
Trupti: (Shock hote hue) “Kriti! Tu pagal ho gayi hai kya? Kuch bhi bakti hai... main aisi ladki nahi hoon.”
Kriti: (Haste hue) “Arre yaar, college ke din hi toh hote hain maje karne ke liye. Poore college ke ladke tere peeche pagal hain, har koi tujhe apni baahon mein bharna chahta hai. Abhay ko dekh, Vikki ko dekh... sab tere liye tadap rahe hain. Aur tu hai ki sirf us Rahul se chud rahi hai. Mana uska ganna bada hai, par kabhi swaad badal kar bhi toh dekh!”
Trupti ka dil dhak-dhak karne laga. Use Kriti ki baaton mein ek ajeeb si shararat aur thoda sachayi mehsoos hui. Use yaad aaya ki kaise jungle mein Rahul ne use randi bola tha aur use woh sun kar bura nahi laga tha. Aaj Kriti ki baatein bhi use thoda-thoda utjit (excite) kar rahi thin.
Trupti: (Hasi mein udaate hue) “Tu waqayi pagal hai Kriti. Mujhe Rahul kaafi hai, aur wese bhi woh mera... mera boyfriend hai na. Doosron ke baare mein sochne ki zaroorat nahi hai.”
Kriti: “Tu bohot bholi hai. Ek mard se pet nahi bharta Trupti. Dekhna, ek din tu khud kahegi ki Kriti sahi keh rahi thi. Khair, chal ab... college ke liye der ho rahi hai. Aaj toh tere is yellow dress ko dekh kar kitne ladkon ke pant mein tent banne wale hain, uska hisaab main rakhungi!”
Trupti hansi, par andar hi andar woh soch rahi thi ki kya sach mein uske jism mein itni aag hai ki woh poore college ko jala sake. Usne apne gown ko thoda aur neeche kheencha aur Kriti ke saath hostel se bahar nikal gayi, bekhabar ki aaj parking mein Rahul aur uske dost uska kis tarah intezaar kar rahe hain.


College ki parking mein maahaul garam ho chuka tha. Trupti railing ko pakad kar khadi thi, uski peeth Rahul ki taraf thi. Woh apni doston se baatein kar rahi thi, par uska jism thoda tana hua tha. Rahul wahi kuch doori par khada ho kar Trupti ki gaand ko niharne laga. Yellow frock mein Trupti ke kulhe kisi chumbak ki tarah uski aankhon ko kheench rahe the.
Rahul ke dimaag mein hawas ka nasha chadh raha tha: Rahul: (Mann mein) “Oh God! Kya gaand hai saali ki! Dil toh karta hai abhi sabke saamne iska frock uthaoon aur iski chikni darar mein apna lund daal kar ise poore college ke saamne chodh doon. Kaash Mummy meri personal randi ban jaye, toh saari umar ise itni berahmi se chodunga ki ye 4-5 bache aur paida kar degi.”
Udhar Kriti ki nazar Rahul par padi aur usne Trupti ko kohni maari. Kriti: “Oye Trupti! Dekh tera aashiq tujh par line maar raha hai. Beta, aaj toh tu gayi!”
Trupti ne mud kar dekha toh saamne Rahul tha. Trupti ne use ek sexy smile di, par us smile ke peeche ek gehra dard chupa tha. Woh jaanti thi ki ye rasta galat hai, par ab wo is 'acting' ke daldal mein itni gehrai tak utar chuki thi ki peeche hatne ka har rasta band lag raha tha. Woh ek sexy pose mein khadi ho gayi, par andar hi andar khud ko kos rahi thi.
Rahul ne ishare se kaha— "Tum bohot hot lag rahi ho!" aur ek flying kiss de di. Trupti sharam se laal ho gayi. Phir Rahul ne ganda ishara kiya— "Mujhe apni godh mein baithao, mujhe tumhare ye bade-bade boobs choosne hain."
Trupti ne pehle ishare mein 'no' kaha, par Rahul 'please-please' karne laga. Trupti ka dil pighalne laga. Usne socha ki agar use doston ke saamne ye affair barkaraar rakhna hai, toh Rahul ko khush rakhna hi hoga. Usne ishara kiya— "Do minute ruko."





Trupti: “Yaar Kriti, main thoda bor ho rahi hoon. Library ja kar koi book padh leti hoon.” Kriti: (Haste hue) “Rehne de Trupti! Humein pata hai tu kahan ja rahi hai. Tera aashiq kab se tadap raha hai.” Trupti: (Jhoothi smile ke saath) “Nahi yaar, aisa kuch nahi hai.” Kriti: “Hum andhe nahi hain. Ja, Room No. 3 khali hai, wahan koi nahi aata. Maze kar!”
Trupti sharam se paani-paani ho gayi. Usne socha, 'Hey Bhagwan, log mere baare mein kya soch rahe hain. Main ek Maa hoon, par aaj ek randi ki tarah apne bete se milne kamre mein ja rahi hoon.' Uska mann udaas tha, par jism par hawas ka rang chadh chuka tha.
Trupti ne Rahul ko peeche aane ka ishara kiya aur apni gaand matkaate hue Room No. 3 ki taraf badh gayi. Rahul apni zabaan honthon par pherte hue, shikaari kutte ki tarah uske peeche chal pada. Trupti ko ab Rahul ke saath romance mein maza aane laga tha. Woh use apna beta kam aur apna mard zyada maanne lagi thi.
Trupti ki matakti hui gaand ko dekh kar Rahul ka lund pant ke andar lohe jaisa sakht ho gaya tha. Woh jaanta tha ki aaj is kamre mein Trupti ko ghodi banna hi padega. Trupti kamre ke darwaze par pahunch kar ek baar peeche mudi, uski aankhon mein darr aur chahat ka milan tha. Usne darwaza khola aur andar dakhil ho gayi, ye jante hue ki aaj uski mamta ki ek aur deewar tootne wali hai.


Rahul ne jaise hi Room No. 3 ka darwaza band kiya, andar ki khamoshi unki tez saanson se bhar gayi. Trupti wahan chair par ek behad kamuk (provocative) andaz mein baithi hui thi, uske chehre par ek aisi muskan thi jo mard ko pagal kar de.
Rahul ne jab Trupti ko is roop mein dekha, toh usne apne honth danton tale daba liye. Uska lund pant ke andar kisi lohe ki rod ki tarah phatne ko taiyaar tha. Woh wahi khada ho kar apne lund ko masalne laga. Uske dimaag mein sirf ek hi dhun thi: “Sali kya sexy maal hai, aaj toh iski gaand ki dhajjiyan uda dunga.”
Udhar Trupti, Rahul ke pant mein bane us vishal 'tent' ko dekh rahi thi. Uske mann mein ek bhayanak yuddh chal raha tha. Ek taraf uski mamta aur wo gehra guilt tha ki wo apne hi bete ke saath ye sab kar rahi hai, par doosri taraf uske jism ki bhookh thi jo Sanjeev ke saath kabhi poori nahi hui thi. Usne socha, ‘Kya mujhe ye sex enjoy karna chahiye? Rahul ka ye tagda, mota lund jab meri pussy mein jayega, toh shayad main wo sukh paa sakun jo aaj tak sirf sapno mein tha. Woh mujhe kisi kutiya ki tarah chodega... aur shayad mujhe wahi chahiye.’
Rahul ab aur intezaar nahi kar sakta tha. Woh Trupti ke paas gaya aur uski kamar mein haath daal kar use uthaya. Agle hi pal, usne Trupti ko apne khade lund par bitha diya.
"Is... ahhh..." Trupti ke munh se siskaari nikal gayi. Yellow frock ke patle kapde ke neeche se use Rahul ke lund ki sakhti apni gaand ki darar mein mehsoos ho rahi thi.
Rahul pagal ho chuka tha. Usne Trupti ke boobs ko mutthiyon mein bhara aur unhe berahmi se masalne laga. Woh Trupti ke nange kandhon aur gardan ko apni zabaan se chaatne laga, uska thook Trupti ki twacha ko bhigo raha tha.










Rahul: (Ghurrate hue) “I love you Trupti darling! Tere is badan ke liye main pagal ho gaya hoon... aaj tujhe nichod dunga.”
Trupti par bhi ab hawas ka bhoot sawar tha, par darr abhi baaki tha. Woh Rahul ki godh se uthi aur room ke beech mein ja kar ek aise sexy pose mein khadi hui ki uski gaand hawa mein lahra rahi thi. Uski kaatilana nazrein Rahul ko dawat de rahi thin—‘Aao aur mita do mujhe.’
Rahul ne lapak kar Trupti ko peeche se jakad liya. Usne apna lund dress ke upar se hi Trupti ki gaand ki darar mein set kiya aur back-strokes lagane laga aur rub krne laga. Trupti ki siskaariyan ab tez ho rahi thin.





Trupti: (Haanfte hue) “Rahul... tumhe waada yaad hai na? Main tumhe shant kar dungi... par jo bhi karna limit mein karna... pussy mat chuna... isss... aahhh!”
Rahul: “Trupti, tujhe toh main apne lund ki rani banaunga! Tujhe uchhal-uchhal ke chodunga!”
Rahul wahi ghutno ke bal baith gaya. Usne Trupti ka frock upar kiya. Usne Trupti ke nange, gore butts par haath phera aur unhe chumne-chaatne laga. Phir usne apna munh Trupti ki gaand ki darar mein ghusa diya aur panty ke upar se hi uski gaand ko 'khana' shuru kiya. Trupti ne madhoshi mein apni aankhein band kar lin, uska poora shareer current ki tarah kaamp raha tha.



Tabhi, bahar corridor mein kisi ke kadmon ki aahat hui. Dono ek jhatke mein alag ho gaye. Darwaza khula aur Shital andar aayi.

Shital: “Trupti! Kahan reh gayi? Chal, Deepak Sir humein lecture hall mein bula rahe hain.”
Trupti: (Apne bikhre baal sambhalte hue) “Ruk... aa rahi hoon.”
Trupti ne Rahul ki taraf ek 'naughty smile' phenki aur apni gaand matkaate hue Shital ke saath nikal gayi. Rahul wahan khada ka khada reh gaya. Use aisa laga jaise Shital ne uske khade lund par talwar chala di ho. Thodi der pehle jo maahaul bana tha, usse lag raha tha ki aaj Trupti pakka chud jayegi.
Trupti jab bahar ja rahi thi, uske mann mein udaasi bhi thi aur ek ajeeb sa sukoon bhi. Woh jaanti thi ki usne aaj phir paap ki dehleez chhuye bina hawas ka lutf uthaya hai. Rahul bhi gusse aur tanaav mein wahan se bahar nikal gaya, apne lund ko pant ke upar se masalte hue.

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Room No. 3 ke baahar ka sannata ab zehar ugalne wala tha. Shital aur Trupti wahan se nikal kar corridor mein aage badh chuki thin, jabki Rahul thodi der baad kamre se baahar nikla. Uske chehre par thodi der pehle ki madhoshi aur maujooda gusse ka mishran tha. Lekin use khabar nahi thi ki do jodi aankhein use aur Trupti ko ek saath us kamre se nikalte hue dekh chuki hain.
Vikki aur Abhay, jo pichle kuch der se parking ke paas hi ghoom rahe the, achanak ek-dusre ke saamne aa gaye the. Unhone dekha ki kaise Trupti apne kapde durust karte hue aur baal sambhalte hue nikli, aur uske peeche-peeche Rahul apna lund masalte hue baahar aaya.
Vikki: (Ek gandi hansi ke saath) “Saala! Dekh rahe ho Abhay? Rahul ke toh maze hi maze hain yaar. Roz is garma-garam maal ko kisi na kisi kamre mein le jaakar chodta rehta hai. Iski kismat toh dekho, aisi raseelee aurat iske lund par sawaar hai.”
Abhay ne jab Vikki ki baatein suni, toh uska khoon khaul utha. Abhay ke liye Trupti sirf ek jism nahi thi, uske liye woh uski sachaayi aur junoon thi. Use yeh bardasht nahi ho raha tha ki Rahul uski 'queen' ko ek randi ki tarah kamron mein istemaal kar raha hai.
Abhay: (Dante peeste hue) “Chup kar Vikki! Woh koi 'maal' nahi hai. Woh meri hai, aur Rahul jaisa ladka uske layak nahi hai.”
Vikki: (Chidate hue) “Arre waah! Aashiq-e-azam... toh phir kar na kuch! Kab tak door se dekh kar muth maarta rahega? Himmat hai toh chheen le use Rahul se.”
Abhay ne Vikki ki aankhon mein dekha. Jalan aur gusse ne uske dimaag ko sunn kar diya tha. Usne ek khaufnak faisla kiya.
Abhay: “Theek hai Vikki! Ek challenge lagate hain. Dekhte hain ki hum dono mein se kaun Trupti ka Rahul se breakup karwa ke use apni baahon mein lata hai. Jo bhi Trupti ko pehle patayega aur use apne bistar tak le jayega, woh jeetega.”
Vikki: (Shaitani chamak ke saath) “Aur harne wale ka kya hoga?”
Abhay: (Ek kadwi muskaan ke saath) “Jo haarega, woh poore college ke saamne 'nangi daud' (naked run) lagayega. Sabke saamne uski izzat mitti mein mil jayegi. Manzoor hai?”
Vikki: “Manzoor hai! Ab maza aayega. Trupti ki pussy ke liye itni badi qurbani toh banti hai.”
Dono ne ek-dusre se haath milaya, ek aisi shart par jo unmein se kisi ek ki zindagi tabah karne wali thi. Rahul is khatre se bilkul bekhabar tha. Woh samajh raha tha ki Trupti sirf uski hai, par use nahi pata tha ki ab do bhookhe bhediye uski 'Maa' ka shikaar karne ke liye kisi bhi hadd tak jaane ko taiyaar hain.
Udhar Trupti, jo Shital ke saath lecture hall ki taraf ja rahi thi, use achanak ek thandak si mehsoos hui. Use aisa laga jaise koi use bohot buri nazar se ghoor raha ho. Woh nahi jaanti thi ki uski ek 'naughty smile' ne uske liye kitni badi museebat khadi kar di hai.



Lecture hall mein maahaul bilkul shaant tha, par teen dimaagon mein tufaan utha hua tha. Pehli row mein Trupti apni saheli Kriti ke saath baithi thi. Yellow dress mein Trupti peeche se kisi apsara ki tarah lag rahi thi, uski nangi gori gardan aur bikhre baal peeche baithe ladkon ko pagal kar rahe the.
Rahul aur Vikki hamesha ki tarah sabse peeche wali bench par baithe the, jabki Abhay ek doosre kone mein baitha Trupti ko ek-takt ghoor raha tha. Rahul abhi bhi Room No. 3 ke adhure maze ke baare mein soch raha tha, tabhi Vikki uske kaan ke paas jhuka.
Vikki: (Dheere se) “Oye Rahul, sun... Maine aur Abhay ne ek shart lagayi hai. Challenge ye hai ki hum dono mein se jo Trupti ko pehle patayega aur tere saath uska breakup karwayega, woh jeetega. Aur haarne wala poore college mein nanga daudega.”
Rahul ka chehra gusse se tamtama utha. Usne Vikki ka collar pakadne ki koshish ki.
Rahul: “Saale! Teri himmat kaise hui? Woh meri bandi hai, koi khelne ki cheez nahi!”
Vikki ne thandi hansi haste hue Rahul ka haath jhatak diya. Uske chehre par woh purani dosti wala haq tha jo ab zeher ban chuka tha.
Vikki: “Arre gussa kyun hota hai? Tu bhool gaya college aur college ke shuruat mein humne kitni ladkiyon ko aapas mein share kiya hai? Kitni baar maine tere liye raasta saaf kiya aur tune mere liye? Aaj bada 'loyal' ban raha hai... kya is yellow maal mein koi khaas baat hai jo tu bhai ko bhool gaya?”
Rahul sunn ho gaya. Vikki sahi keh raha tha. Unki dosti aisi hi 'sharing' par tiki thi. Par Trupti... woh sirf ek ladki nahi thi. Woh uski Maa thi. Lekin yeh baat woh Vikki ko kabhi nahi bata sakta tha. Agar usne zyada virodh kiya, toh Vikki ko shaq ho jayega aur woh gehrai tak jayega.
Rahul: (Ghabrahat mein) “Par Vikki... woh doosron jaisi nahi hai. Woh mujhse bohot pyaar karti hai.”
Vikki: (Ek shaitani smile ke saath) “Wahi toh dekhna hai! Agar woh tere liye sach mein loyal hogi, toh mere paas nahi aayegi. Tu darr kyun raha hai? Lekin sun... tujhe meri madad karni padegi. Tujhe beech-beech mein raasta saaf karna hoga taaki main use corner kar sakun.”
Rahul ka dum ghut raha tha. Usne Trupti ko apni "personal randi" banane ka sapna dekha tha, par ab uske saamne ek khaufnak kuan tha aur peeche khaai.
Vikki: “Dekh Rahul, ya toh tu mera bhai ban kar meri madad kar, ya phir main samjhunga ki tu humse kuch chhupa raha hai. Aur tujhe pata hai, jab mujhe shaq hota hai toh main peecha nahi chhodta.”
Rahul ka shareer thanda pad gaya. Usne Trupti ki taraf dekha—woh kitni masoomiyat se Kriti se baatein kar rahi thi, bekhabar ki uske hi bete ne use bhediyon ke saamne phekne ka faisla kar liya hai.
Rahul: (Tooti hui aawaaz mein) “Theek hai... main tera saath dunga. Par dekh lena Vikki, woh tere haath nahi aayegi.”
Vikki: “Woh toh waqt batayega mere bhai! Aaj raat se hi khel shuru hoga.”
Rahul ka dil guilt aur darr se bhar gaya. Use bura lag raha tha ki woh apni Maa ko apne gande dost ke hawale karne ja raha hai, par 'asliyat' chhupane ki keemat itni badi hogi, usne kabhi nahi socha tha. Udhar Trupti ne mud kar Rahul ko dekha aur ek pyari si smile di, par Rahul ne apni nazrein jhuka lin. Usne aaj ek aisa sauda kiya tha jiska anjaam sirf tabahi tha.

Lecture khatam hote hi class mein shor mach gaya. Trupti ne apna bag uthaya aur Kriti ke saath baatein karti hui bahar nikalne lagi. Rahul wahi peeche baitha raha, uski nazrein apni Maa ki matakti hui gaand par thi, par uske dimaag mein Vikki ki di hui dhamki goonj rahi thi.
Abhay ne dekha ki ye sahi mauka hai. Jaise hi Trupti thoda aage nikal gayi, Abhay ne lapak kar Kriti ka rasta roka.
Abhay: (Dheemi aur minnat bhari aawaaz mein) “Kriti, ek minute... mujhe tumse bohot zaroori baat karni hai.”
Kriti ne hairani se Abhay ko dekha. Woh jaanti thi ki Abhay Trupti ke liye pagal hai, par use Abhay ka tareeka pasand nahi tha.
Kriti: (Tanaav mein) “Abhay, ab kya hai? Dekho, Trupti pehle hi bohot pareshan hai. Tumne pehle hi use bohot dukh pahunchaya hai.”
Abhay: “Kriti, please meri baat suno...”
Kriti: (Gusse mein) “Kya sunu? Trupti ne mujhe sab bataya hai. Picnic par tumne uske saath jabardasti ki, use corner karke kiss kiya... Woh tumse darr gayi hai Abhay. Ab uska tumhare paas aana ya tumhara use patana lagbhag namumkin hai.”
Abhay ka chehra utar gaya. Use apni galti ka ehsaas tha, par uski hawas aur junoon usse bade the. Woh Kriti ke saamne lagbhag gidgidane laga.
Abhay: “Kriti, main jaanta hoon maine galat kiya. Par main usse sacha pyaar karta hoon. Rahul use sirf istemaal kar raha hai, woh use woh izzat nahi dega jo main dunga. Please, meri madad karo. Bas ek mauka dilwa do ki main usse maafi maang saku aur apna dil bayaan kar saku.”
Kriti thodi der soch mein pad gayi. Woh jaanti thi ki Trupti ke dimaag mein Rahul ke liye 'lust' jaag chuka hai, par use ye bhi lagta tha ki Rahul ek 'bigda hua ladka' hai. Agar Abhay jaisa muscular aur powerful mard Trupti ko mil jaye, toh shayad woh zyada khush rahegi.
Kriti: (Gehri saans lete hue) “Theek hai Abhay... Main tumhari madad kar dungi. Par yaad rakhna, agar is baar tumne koi badtameezi ki, toh main khud tumhe college se nikalwa dungi.”
Abhay: (Khushi se) “Waada raha Kriti! Bas tum use aaj shaam ko hostel ke peeche wale garden mein le aana. Main wahan uska intezaar karunga.”
Kriti: “Theek hai... Main koshish karungi. Par ye bohot mushkil hone wala hai.”
Kriti wahan se nikal gayi, par uske dimaag mein ek khichdi pak rahi thi. Woh Trupti ki 'saheli' thi, par woh Trupti ki jism ki aag ko bhi jaanti thi. Usne socha, 'Agar Trupti aur Abhay mil gaye, toh maaza dugna ho jayega.'
Udhar, Abhay ne door se Rahul ko dekha aur ek shaitani muskaan di. Use nahi pata tha ki Vikki ne pehle hi Rahul ko apne saath mila liya hai. Ab Trupti ek aise bhawar mein phansne wali thi jahan ek taraf uska beta tha, doosri taraf uska deewana aashiq Abhay, aur teesri taraf hawas ka bhookha Vikki.



College ka lecture khatam hone ke baad, Rahul aur Vikki college ke garden ke sabse kone wali bench par baithe the. Vikki bade aaram se cigarette ke dhuein ke chhalle bana raha tha, jabki Rahul ke chehre par pasina tha aur paer lagatar hil raha tha. Vikki ne Abhay ke saath jo shart lagayi thi, usne Rahul ki raaton ki neend uda di thi.
Vikki: (Cigarette ka kash lete hue) “Kyun be Rahul? Tera chehra kyun utra hua hai? Aisa lag raha hai jaise teri kidney maang li ho maine.”
Rahul: (Chidchidate hue) “Mazaak mat kar Vikki. Tune Abhay se shart laga li hai Trupti ko patane ki. Tujhe pata hai na woh meri bandi hai? Tu kaise soch sakta hai ki main apni bandi... apni GF tujhe de dunga?”
Vikki ne cigarette zameen par phek kar use pair se masal diya aur Rahul ke kandhe par haath rakha. Uski pakad mein dosti kam aur dhamki zyada thi.
Vikki: “Sun mere bhai... Bandi hai, koi patthar ki lakeer nahi. Aur tujhe pata hai maine Shital ko set kar rakha hai? Woh meri 'khabri' ban chuki hai ab. Usne bataya hai ki aaj raat Kriti, Shital aur Trupti teeno ‘Pipes Pub’ mein party karne ja rahi hain.”
Rahul: “Toh? Usse kya hoga?”
Vikki: (Ek shaitani muskaan ke saath) “Plan simple hai meri jaan. Maine Shital ko bol diya hai. Woh mauka dekhte hi Trupti ki drink mein 'Blue Pill' (Viagra/Sex drug) mila degi. Ek baar woh goli andar gayi, toh Trupti sex ki aag mein jalne lagegi. Us waqt use bas ek cheez chahiye hogi—ek tagda lund.”
Rahul ka dil zor se dhadakne laga. Ek taraf use ye sun kar gussa aa raha tha ki uski Maa ko koi drug dene wala hai, par doosri taraf 'sex ki aag mein jalne wali Trupti' ka khayal use andar se utjit (aroused) bhi kar raha tha.
Rahul: “Toh main wahan hunga na... main sambhal lunga use.”
Vikki: (Zor se haste hue) “Abey ghunchu! Tu nahi... Main! Main use sambhalunga. Plan ye hai ki jab woh nashe mein dhut hogi, toh tu use lekar mere Farmhouse par aayega. Lekin wahan kamre mein tu nahi jayega... wahan main jaunga.”
Rahul apni jagah se khada ho gaya.
Rahul: “Kya? Pagal hai kya Vikki? Yeh nahi ho sakta! Woh meri hai... main kisi aur ko use chhoone nahi dunga.”
Vikki ka chehra sakht ho gaya. Woh bhi khada hua aur Rahul ki aankhon mein aankhein daal kar bola.
Vikki: “Awaaz neeche Rahul! Tu bhool raha hai ki hum kaun hain. Mere papa politician hain, aur tujhe pata hai agar main apni par aa gaya toh kya kar sakta hoon. Aur sabse badi baat... kya tu chahta hai ki main us Abhay ke saamne haar jaau? Kya tu chahta hai ki tera ye jigri yaar poore college ke saamne nanga daude? Meri izzat ka sawal hai be!”
Rahul: (Dheere padte hue) “Par Vikki... yaar woh mujhse pyaar karti hai. Yeh dhokha hoga.”
Vikki: “Pyaar-vyaar sab bakwaas hai. Sun, mera plan perfect hai. Main use farmhouse pe le jaake todunga. Us haalat mein jab main uski photos aur videos banaunga, toh woh darr jayegi. Fir main use blackmail karke bolunga ki Rahul se breakup karle aur meri GF ban ja. Isse main shart jeet jaunga.”
Rahul ka dimaag sunn ho gaya tha. Uski Maa ka sauda uska dost kar raha tha, aur wo majboor tha.
Rahul: “Aur uske baad? Jab shart jeet jayega tu?”
Vikki ne wapas Rahul ke kandhe par haath rakha aur ek gandi hansi hasi.
Vikki: “Arre mere bhai, tension kyun leta hai? Ek baar shart jeet gaya, fir main kahan use shaadi karke ghar le ja raha hoon? Woh rahegi toh hamare group mein hi na.”
Vikki ne Rahul ke kaan ke paas munh le ja kar wo baat kahi jisne Rahul ki rahi-sahi himmat bhi tod di.
Vikki: “Dekh Rahul... Trupti ko main girlfriend banaunga duniya ko dikhane ke liye. Par asliyat mein... GF kiski bhi ho, kya farak padega? Randi toh dono ki rahegi na... Dono bhai mil-baant ke mithai khayenge. Tu bhi chodna, main bhi chodunga. Sharing is caring, yaad hai na?”
Rahul ke andar guilt ka tufan tha. Woh apni Maa ko bhediyon ke aage phek raha tha. Par Vikki ki dosti, uske baap ka political power, aur Abhay se haarne ka darr... sabne milkar Rahul ko kayar bana diya tha. Aur kahin na kahin, uske andar chupa wo 'tharki beta' bhi dekhna chahta tha ki jab uski Maa nashe mein hogi aur koi aur mard use chodega, toh wo nazara kaisa hoga.
Rahul: (Nigahein jhuka kar) “Theek hai Vikki... Par dhyan rakhna, use zyada chot nahi lagni chahiye.”
Vikki: “Tu bas use Farmhouse le aana... baaki aage ki 'sewa' main karunga.”
Rahul wahan se nikal gaya, ek bhaari mann aur gande khayalon ke saath. Aaj raat Trupti ke liye qayamat ki raat hone wali thi, aur uska apna beta hi use us qayamat tak le jane wala tha.



Hostel ke kamre mein aaj ek alag hi raunak thi. Vikki aur Rahul ke beech hui saude-baazi se bekhabar, Trupti aur Kriti 'Pipes Pub' jaane ke liye taiyaar ho rahi thin. Kriti pehle hi ready ho chuki thi, lekin jab Trupti bathroom se bahar nikli, toh kamre ka tapman achanak badh gaya.
Trupti ne aaj ek behad bold aur sexy Black Shoulder-less Gown pehna hua tha. Woh gown uske jism par kisi doosri khaal ki tarah chipka hua tha, jisme uske 38-28-38 ka figure saaf ubhar kar aa raha tha. Gown ki lambai sirf uske ghutno tak thi, jiske neeche uske nange, gore aur chikne pair (legs) kisi sangmarmar ki murti ki tarah chamak rahe the. Usne apne pairon mein kaale rang ki pencil heels pehni thi, jo uski height aur uski chaal mein ek alag hi lachak la rahi thin.
Uske gore chehre par halka makeup tha, par aankhon mein gehra kajal aur hotho par glossy pink lipstick kisi ko bhi ghayal karne ke liye kaafi thi. Kaanon mein lambe jhumke latak rahe the jo uski nangi gardan ko chhu rahe the. Khule baal uske nange kandhon par bikhar kar uski khubsurati mein char chand laga rahe the. Ungliyon mein lagi red nail polish uske gore haathon par khoon ki tarah laal chamak rahi thi.
Kriti: (Aankhein phade dekhte hue) “Wow Trupti! Tu aaj sach mein bijli girane wali hai. Tu jo bhi pehan le, lajawab lagti hai. Tabhi toh college ke ladke kya, professors bhi tere deewane hain. Aaj toh Pub mein aag lag jayegi!”
Trupti sharam se muskura di, par andar hi andar use apne is roop par naaz bhi tha.
Trupti: “Tu bhi na Kriti... bas kar ab, zyada mat chadha.”
Kriti: “Ruk, ek pic toh banti hai. Is look ko capture nahi kiya toh paap lagega.”
Trupti Kriti ke kehne par deewar ke paas gayi. Usne ek pair ko thoda aage kiya jisse uska gown thoda upar uth gaya aur uski nangi jaangh (thigh) ki jhalak dikhne lagi. Usne gardan ko thoda tircha kiya aur ek behad sexy pose diya.
Kriti ne fatafat apne mobile mein Trupti ki tasveerein kheench lin.
Trupti: “Ab chalein? Der ho rahi hai.”
Kriti: “Haan chalo, aaj toh raat rangeen hone wali hai.”
Dono hostel se niche utri aur parking ki taraf badhin. Trupti jab apni high heels par chal rahi thi, toh uski gaand gown ke andar mast thirak rahi thi. Har kadam par uske nitamb (butts) upar-neeche ho rahe the, jise dekh kar wahan khada watchman bhi apna danda pakad kar reh gaya.
Trupti ne car nikali aur driving seat par baith gayi. Kriti uske bagal mein baithi. Raat ke 9 baj rahe the, sadak par sannata aur thandak thi, par car ke andar Trupti ki perfume ki khushbu mahak rahi thi.
Naka Bandi Aur Hawas Bhari Nazrein



Shehar ke bahar jaane wale raste par security officer ki naka-bandi chal rahi thi. Wahan Inspector Vijay (umra karib 28 saal, fit aur handsome par aankhon mein shaitani) aur Constable Ravi Bosle (umra 50-55 saal, pet nikla hua aur tharki budha) duty par the. Wo aati-jaati gaadiyon ko rok kar checking kar rahe the.
Trupti ki car jaise hi nake ke paas aayi, Constable Bosle ne haath dikha kar car rokne ka ishara kiya. Trupti ne car side mein lagayi aur shisha niche kiya.
Ravi Bosle car ke paas aaya aur jhuk kar andar dekha. Jaise hi uski nazar driving seat par baithi Trupti par padi, uski aankhein fati ki fati reh gayi. Trupti ke shoulder-less gown ki wajah se uske nange kandhe aur boobs ki ghati (cleavage) saaf dikh rahi thi.
Bosle: (Lallar tapkate hue) “Kahan ja rahi ho madam itni raat ko?”
Trupti: (Confident aawaz mein) “Hum Pub ja rahe hain, friends ki party hai.”
Bosle ki nazrein Trupti ke chehre se hat kar seedha uske boobs par atak gayi thin. Woh besharmi se unhe ghoor raha tha, aur Trupti ko yeh mehsoos ho raha tha.
Bosle: “Madam, license dikhao.”
Trupti ne apne bag se license nikala aur Bosle ke haath mein diya. Bosle ne license dekha, par uska dhyan license par kam aur Trupti ke nange, gore haathon par zyada tha.
Bosle: “Ruko... main Sahab ko dikha ke aata hoon.”
Bosle license lekar Inspector Vijay ke paas gaya jo jeep ke paas khada cigarette pee raha tha.
Bosle: (Dheere se) “Sahab... car mein jo maal hai wo kaafi dhasu hai. Ekdum kadak item hai, aaj tak aisi aurat nahi dekhi is road pe.”
Vijay: (Cigarette phekte hue) “Kya bol raha hai Bosle? Aisa kya dekh liya tune? Ruk, mujhe bhi ek nazar marne de.”
Vijay apni uniform theek karte hue car ki taraf badha. Jaise hi wo khidki ke paas aaya, Trupti ne upar dekha. Vijay ki nazar Trupti ke raseele hotho, bhare hue boobs aur nange pairo par padi toh wo bhi dang reh gaya. Usne mann mein socha, 'Yaar, ye toh koi heroine lagti hai.'
Vijay: (Thoda sakht banne ka natak karte hue) “Madam, aapne drink kar rakhi hai kya? Gaadi chala rahi hain, checking karni padegi.”
Trupti: “Ji nahi Inspector sahab, main drink nahi karti. Hum bas ja hi rahe hain.”
Vijay: (Nazrein Trupti ke cleavage par gadate hue) “Aise kaise maan lein? Machine toh kharab hai... aapko fuk (blow) maarni padegi, mujhe smell check karni hai.”
Trupti samajh gayi ki ye Inspector sirf bahana bana raha hai taaki wo uske kareeb aa sake. Par wo security officer se panga nahi lena chahti thi.
Trupti: “Theek hai.”
Vijay khidki ke aur kareeb aaya aur apna chehra Trupti ke chehre ke paas le gaya. Trupti ne halke se apne raseele honthon ko gol kiya aur Vijay ke chehre par fuk maari. Trupti ki saanson ki garam aur meethi khushbu Vijay ke chehre se takrayi toh uska nasha aur badh gaya. Wo kuch second tak Trupti ki aankhon aur honthon ko dekhta raha.



Trupti: “Ho gaya na check? Ab hum ja sakte hain?”
Vijay: (Hosh mein aate hue) “Haan... haan... smell toh nahi hai. Ja sakti hain aap. Par dhyan rakhna, raat ka waqt hai aur rasta sunsaan hai.”
Trupti ne turant shisha upar kiya, car start ki aur tezi se wahan se nikal gayi.
Vijay aur Bosle wahi khade us car ki red tail-lights ko dekhte rahe.
Vijay: “Bosle ji... kasam se, kya kadak maal tha! Iske honth dekh kar toh mera imaan dol gaya.”
Bosle: “Haan sahab, mast maal tha. Aisi aurat ke saath ek raat mil jaye toh aadmi swarg pahunch jaye.”
Vijay: (Ek shaitani muskaan ke saath) “Bosle ji, aaj shift khatam hone ke baad bhi ghar nahi jayenge. Aaj saari raat yahi duty karenge.”
Bosle: “Kyun sahab?”
Vijay: “Kyunki wo Pub gayi hai... wapas toh yahi se lautegi na? Aur jab wapas aayegi, toh pakka drink karke aayegi. Tab hum ise 'Drunk and Drive' mein pakdenge... aur fir is maal ke saath 'fine' ki jagah kuch aur vasool karenge.”
Bosle: (Khush hote hue) “Bilkul sahab! Aaj puri raat duty karenge aur is haseen chidiya ke wapas lautne ka intezaar karenge.”
Vijay aur Bosle ne ek doosre ko dekha aur hasne lage, phir baki gaadiyon ko check karne mein lag gaye. Trupti ko khabar bhi nahi thi ki aage Rahul aur Vikki ka jaal hai, aur peeche security officer ki ye gandi saazish uska intezaar kar rahi hai.

[Joker44]

I would recommend to create a twist on story. Every story in every forum ends up in mom-son sex with no reason.Make story complex,dark,cuckson, humiliation,losing close family member to some bully is super erotic.....


Add cuck twist like inspite of rahul(son) have control over tripti(mom),muscular bully  abhay and vikki to have intense fight for her.Abhay is so strong that rahul(son) fear to confront him. Winner abhay by hook or crook make tripti to be his girlfriend while viki make temporary gf with kriti or shital. Rahul with much difficulty gets a new gf later on but she is not so sexy as tripti.


Make abhay and tripti elected as fresher no 1 of college and make them CR(class monitor) of the section A along with rahul(son) in same section.Rahul feels jealous about her mom tripti because abhay as a cr never miss any opportunity to hit his mom. Initially at first rahul(son) and tripti(mom) sits together but abhay bullied rahul and played trick to sit with tripti.

Add a fight scene between rahul and abhay when rahul(son) wanted to take back his mom from strong abhay but failed.Instead tripti saved rahul(son) from abhay wrath by assuring abhay that she is her girlfriend only.Even teacher in college think abhay is potential mate for tripti(mom).

Abhay is so possesive about his mom( tripti) that he fight with any potential mate to eradicate risk of losing her.For tripti it become very difficult to meet with rahul(son), but in her mind she started to like abhay as macho man.

Add Forcing tripti to sit with him(abhay)in class ,calling her for group study along with rahul,tution,suddenly taking tripti(mom) on college gent toilet, .......add cuckson, intense fucking, betrayal,abhay drinking tripti milk, later on add a marriage between tripti and bully abhay................


SUCH A SUPER HOT AND NICE STORY,ADD TWIST RATHER THAN NORMAL MOM -SON STORY.(ONE THING ADD TRIPTI WITH ABHAY ONLY).I HAVE GIVEN MY SUGGGESTION,NOW IT'S UPTO WRITER TO CONSIDER.ANYWAY ...YOU WRITING SKILL IS VERY GOOD

Haan, concept sahi hai. Normal mom-son story boring ho jaati hai, aur Rahul main lead hai toh cuck wala scene bhi nahi chahiye. Isko full interesting banayenge twists ke saath, aur end tak suspense rakhenge ki Tripti finally kisko milti hai.

Thank you all for the suggesion please enjoy the story and do comments about it to muze pata lgta rahe ki story kesi chl rhi hae..

[Joker44]

Actually as rahul is the main lead, jealousy or cuck or losing his beloved mom to only one lucky competitor with twist will take your story to next level.I mean no story will be comparable anymore.Story will be a master standard.

I am actually your fan of writing skill and the concept is also new.Truely one of the best writer on xossipy.Eagerly waiting for your update....

# update next part fast as the story is a bomb my dear......

Thank you for all the support, happy to have reader like you.

I alredy wrote next chapter will be posting that tommorow.

[Joker44]

 ‘Pipes Pub’ ke parking lot mein andhera aur neon lights ka mila-jula saaya tha. Trupti ne apni car ek corner mein park ki. Engine band hote hi, usne ek gehri saans li aur mirror mein apna chehra dekha. Uska kajal, uski lipstick aur uske khule baal—sab kuch perfect tha. Aaj woh ek Maa nahi, balki college ki sabse hot ladki ban kar aayi thi.
Jaise hi Trupti car se bahar nikli, uske Black Shoulder-less Gown ne uske dudhiya safed jism ko highlight kar diya. Thandi hawa ne jab uske nange kandhon aur nange pairon ko chhua, toh Trupti ke jism mein ek siharan daud gayi. Kriti bhi dusri taraf se nikli.
Wahin parking ke andhere kone mein do awara ladke, Ravi aur Sachin, cigarette pee rahe the. Unki niyat pehle se hi kharab thi, aur jab unki nazar Trupti par padi, toh unke munh se cigarette girne ko ho gayi.
Ravi: (Aankhein faad kar) “Oye Sachin! Bhai, dekh toh sahi kya cheez utri hai car se! Kasam se, aaj tak is pub mein aisa maal nahi dekha.”
Sachin: (Hotho par jeebh pherte hue) “Haaye main mar jaavan! Bhai, iske boobs dekh! Aisa lag raha hai gown faad kar bahar aa jayenge. Dil kar raha hai abhi bhaag kar jaun aur unhe dono haathon se masal-masal kar sara ras nichod loon.”
Ravi: (Trupti ke piche ghumte hue) “Abe boobs chhod, uski gaand dekh! Kya mast golai hai yaar. Ye gown toh bas naam ka hai, iski gaand ki har movement saaf dikh rahi hai. Dil kar raha hai saali ko yahi bonnet par jhuka kar, kapde ke upar se hi lund pel doon.”
Sachin: “Aur iske gulabi honth! Bhai, agar ye ek baar kiss kar le na, toh banda wahin dher ho jaye. Chal, aaj kismat azmate hain. Inke saath koi mard nahi hai.”
Trupti aur Kriti bekhabar hokar pub ke entrance ki taraf badhne lagin. Trupti ki high heels ki 'tak-tak' aawaz sannate mein goonj rahi thi, aur uski gaand har kadam par left-right matak rahi thi. Ravi aur Sachin se raha nahi gaya, woh lapak kar unke raaste mein aa gaye.
Ravi: (Rasta rokte hue) “Excuse me, Madam!”
Trupti aur Kriti achanak ruk gayin. Trupti ne Ravi ko upar se neeche tak dekha, uski aankhon mein tharkipan saaf dikh raha tha.
Trupti: (Sakhti se) “Ji boliye? Aap mujhse baat kar rahe hain?”
Sachin: (Trupti ke cleavage ko ghurte hue) “Haan Madam, aap hi se bol rahe hain. Waise aap akele kahan ja rahi hain? Itna bhari badan lekar akele chalna theek nahi hai.”
Trupti: “Hum Pub ja rahe hain. Aur humein kisi ki company ki zaroorat nahi hai. Side hato.”
Ravi aur Sachin ne Trupti ke pooray sharir ko scan kiya—uske nange pairon se lekar uske ubhare hue seene tak. Trupti ko unki nazrein apne jism par rengti hui mehsoos ho rahi thin.
Ravi: (Besharmi se) “Arre gussa kyun hoti ho jaaneman? Kya aap dono hamari partners banna chahogi? Andar couple entry free hai, aur hum tumhe bohot khush rakhenge.”
Trupti: “No thanks! Hum akele hi kaafi hain.”
Sachin: (Thoda aage badhte hue) “Arre ban jao na Madam! Aapko toh bohot maze karayenge hum. Suna hai mature maal mein garmi zyada hoti hai.”
Ravi: “Haan yaar, man bhi jao. Kyun nakhre kar rahi ho? Teri ye gaand aur boobs bohot masalenge hum, tujhe bhi maza aayega aur humein bhi. Aur haan... raat bhar khub chodenge bhi tumhe. Subah tak chalne layak nahi chodenge.”
Ye gandi baatein sun kar Trupti ka chehra gusse se laal ho gaya. Use yakeen nahi ho raha tha ki log use sadak par khade hokar 'chodne' ki baat kar rahe hain.
Trupti: (Chillate hue) “Idiots! Rascals! Himmat kaise hui tumhari? Hato yahan se!”
Kriti: (Trupti ka haath pakad kar) “Chal Trupti, in kutto ke munh mat lag. Ye sadak chaap hain.”
Trupti aur Kriti tezi se wahan se nikli aur pub ke gate ki taraf badhin. Unki chaal mein gussa tha, jis wajah se Trupti ki gaand aur bhi zyada zor se matak rahi thi. Ravi aur Sachin unke peeche-peeche chal pade, unki bhookh ab aur badh gayi thi.
Ravi: (Peeche se aawaz lagate hue) “Arre Madam! Ban jao na humari kutiya! Ek baar mauka toh do... humare lund shant kar do, tumhe wo maza denge jo tumhare pati ne bhi nahi diya hoga!”
Trupti ne unki baaton ko ansuna kiya aur Bouncers ke paas se hoti hui Pub ke andar dakhil ho gayi. Jaise hi wo andar gayi, tez music aur dhuein ka gubar uske chehre se takraya.
Lekin kahani yahan khatam nahi hui thi. Pub ke andar ke andhere kone mein, Vikki aur Rahul pehle se baithe the. Vikki ki nazar seedha Trupti par padi jo us black gown mein qayamat lag rahi thi.
Vikki: (Rahul ko kohni maarte hue) “Dekh Rahul... aa gayi teri item. Bhai sahab! Kya lag rahi hai aaj ye! Aaj toh iski cheekhein sunne ka alag hi maza aayega.”
Rahul ne dekha ki Trupti ke peeche wo do sadak-chaap ladke (Ravi aur Sachin) bhi andar ghus rahe hain aur Trupti ko ghoor rahe hain. Rahul ki mutthiyan bhich gayin. Uski Maa ko koi aur ghoore, ye use bardasht nahi tha—bhale hi wo khud use Vikki ke hawale karne aaya ho.
Rahul: (Daant peeste hue) “Wo do kutte kaun hain jo uske peeche aa rahe hain?”
Vikki: “Chhod na, koi honge tharki. Tu bas plan par focus kar. Shital ko ishara kar diya hai maine. Bas kuch hi der mein Trupti ki drink mein 'jaadu' milne wala hai. Phir ye Ravi aur Sachin kya... Trupti khud tere aur mere lund par nachegi.”


‘Pipes Pub’ ke andar ka maahaul kisi ubalte hue jwalamukhi jaisa tha. Tez music dilon ki dhadkano ko badha raha tha aur disco lights ke beech jismon ki garmi hawa mein ghuli hui thi. Abhay, Shital aur unka group pehle se hi wahan maujood tha. Abhay ki nazrein darwaze par gadi hui thin, jaise koi shikaari apne shikaar ka intezaar kar raha ho.

Jaise hi Trupti aur Kriti ne andar kadam rakha, Abhay ke haath mein pakda drink ka glass hil gaya. Usne Trupti ko us Black Shoulder-less Gown mein dekha toh uski saansein atak gayin. Trupti ke gore nange kandhe aur us gown mein qaid uske bhare hue boobs disco lights mein kisi heere ki tarah chamak rahe the.
Abhay: (Mann mein) “Wow yaar! Trupti ki khubsurati toh din-ba-din nikharti ja rahi hai. Kya lag rahi hai aaj ye! Bas jaldi se jaldi ye meri baahon mein ho, aur main is gown ko faad kar is nangi devi ko apne lund par sawar kar sakun.”
Trupti aur Kriti apne doosre friends se milne lagin. Udhar bar counter par khade Ravi aur Sachin abhi bhi besharmi se Trupti ke cleavage aur gaand ko ghoor rahe the. Abhay se raha nahi gaya, woh seedha Trupti ke paas pahuncha.
Abhay: (Ek magnetic smile ke saath) “Hi Trupti!”
Trupti: (Thoda hichkichate hue) “Hi Abhay.”
Abhay: “Aaj tum bohot khubsurat lag rahi ho. Itni ki poore pub ki roshni feeki pad gayi hai tumhare aage.”
Trupti ke gaalo par surkhi aa gayi, par wo Abhay se zyada baat karke Rahul ko naraz nahi karna chahti thi.
Trupti: “Thank you Abhay. Chal Kriti, dance karte hain.”
Trupti ne Abhay ko wahi chhod diya aur Kriti ka haath pakad kar dance floor ki taraf bhaag gayi. Abhay wahi khada muskurata raha, use pata tha ki shikaar jaal mein aayega, bas sabra ki zaroorat hai.

Dance floor par Trupti ne aag laga di thi. Tez beats par jab woh apni kamar matka rahi thi, toh uska gown uske curves par phisal raha tha. Uski chhati (boobs) har jump ke saath uchhal rahi thi, jise dekh kar wahan maujood har mard ka gala sookh raha tha.
Kriti: (Naachte hue Trupti ke kaan mein) “Tu Abhay ko itna neglect kyun karti hai yaar? Banda tere liye pagal hai.”
Trupti: (Zor se) “Kyunki main usse pyaar nahi karti! Tu bas dance kar.”
Kriti thoda side ho gayi aur kisi aur ladke ke saath dance karne lagi. Trupti akeli mast hokar naach rahi thi, apni aankhein band karke music ko feel kar rahi thi. Tabhi, peeche se Ravi ne mauka dekha.
Ravi ne achanak Trupti ko peeche se kamar se pakad liya aur apne lund ko Trupti ki gaand se sata diya. Trupti hadbada gayi. Ravi: “Kya naachti ho baby...”
Isse pehle ki Trupti kuch samajh paati, Ravi ne uske nange kandhe par kiss kar diya. Trupti ghabra kar palti, toh saamne Sachin aa gaya. Sachin ne Trupti ko saamne se gher liya aur uske kareeb aate hue bola— “Ek kiss toh banti hai rani!”
Trupti darr gayi. Woh chhutne ki koshish kar rahi thi, par charo taraf bheed thi aur music itna tez tha ki uski aawaz dab rahi thi. Sachin zabardasti apna munh Trupti ke honthon ki taraf badha raha tha.

Tabhi ek toofan aaya. Abhay, jo baaz ki nazar rakhe hue tha, bheed ko cheerte hue wahan pahuncha. Usne aate hi Ravi ko collar se pakda aur ek jhatke mein door phenk diya.
Abhay: (Dahaadte hue) “Tum logon ki himmat kaise hui ise chhune ki?”
Ravi girte-padte utha, nashe mein dhut tha. Ravi: “Teri kya behen lagti hai be jo tu itna bhadak raha hai? Hum toh bas maze le rahe the.”
Ye sunte hi Abhay ka gussa satvein aasmaan par pahunch gaya. Usne Ravi ke chehre par ek zor ka mukka mara.
Abhay: (Gusse mein) “Behen hogi teri saale! Meri Girlfriend hai woh! Agar kisi ne dubara iski taraf aankh utha kar bhi dekha, toh aankhein nikaal lunga.”
‘Meri Girlfriend hai’—ye shabd Trupti ke kaanon mein gunj gaye. Usne hairani se Abhay ko dekha. Rahul kahin nahi tha, par Abhay uske liye lad raha tha.
Bouncers turant aa gaye aur Ravi-Sachin ko ghaseet kar pub se bahar phenk diya. Maahaul shant hua. Abhay ki saansein tez thin. Usne Trupti ki taraf dekha, uski aankhon mein junoon tha. Usne Trupti ki kamar ko haath se pakda aur use apne seene se sata liya.
Abhay: (Gehri aawaz mein) “Trupti... tum mere pyaar ko kabhi samajh nahi paogi. Main tumhe kisi ko chhune nahi dunga.”
Abhay ne Trupti ko wahi chhoda aur bina koi jawab maange, dukhi hero ki tarah Bar Counter ki taraf chala gaya. Trupti wahi khadi reh gayi, uska dil zor se dhadak raha tha. Usne pehli baar Abhay ke andar wo Protective Mard dekha jo use Rahul mein kabhi nahi dikha. Uske dil ke kisi kone mein Abhay ke liye jagah banne lagi thi.



Kuch der baad, Trupti khud chalkar Bar Counter par gayi jahan Abhay akela baitha drink pee raha tha. Trupti ne uske bagal wali chair khinchi aur baith gayi.
Trupti: (Naram aawaz mein) “Thank you, Abhay. Aaj tum nahi hote toh...”
Abhay: (Muskurate hue) “Dosti mein no sorry, no thank you. Main hamesha tumhare liye khada rahunga, chahe tum mujhe apna maano ya na maano.”
Trupti muskura di. Dono ke beech baatein shuru ho gayin. Abhay use hansa raha tha, uski tareef kar raha tha. Trupti bhi khul kar hans rahi thi, uske haath Abhay ke haathon se takra rahe the. Woh flirt kar rahi thi, anjaane mein hi sahi.
Pub ke andhere kone mein, Rahul aur Vikki ye sab dekh rahe the.
Rahul: (Daant peeste hue) “Dekh raha hai Vikki? Saala Abhay apni chaal chal raha hai. Kaise chipak ke baitha hai meri Maa se! Aur woh bhi dekho... kaise hans-hans ke baat kar rahi hai, jaise main toh hoon hi nahi.”
Vikki: (Jalti hui aag mein ghee dalte hue) “Maine kaha tha na Rahul? Abhay bohot tez hai. Woh 'Emotional Card' khel gaya. Abhi woh hero bana hai, thodi der mein woh Trupti ko bistar par le jayega. Agar humne abhi apna plan execute nahi kiya, toh aaj raat Trupti Abhay ki keep ban jayegi, aur tu dekhta reh jayega.”
Rahul: “Nahi! Aisa nahi hone dunga main.”
Vikki: “Toh phir Shital ko signal de raha hoon. Abhi Trupti masti mein hai, yahi mauka hai Blue Pill dene ka. Agle 15 minute mein Trupti ki ye hansi sex ki tadap mein badal jayegi. Phir dekhna, kaise woh khud aayegi humare paas.”
Rahul ne majboori mein haan kar di, par uski nazrein Trupti aur Abhay par hi tiki thin, jahan uska 'Macho Rival' uski 'Maa' ko dheere-dheere jeet raha tha.


Pub ke andhere kone mein baithe Vikki ne apni jeb se mobile nikala aur table ke neeche se Shital ko message kiya: "NOW."

Bar counter par khadi Shital ne message padha aur turant harkat mein aa gayi. Jab Trupti aur Abhay baton mein mashgool the, Shital ne mauka dekha aur chupke se Trupti ke glass mein woh ‘Blue Pill’ (Viagra powder) mila di. Powder drink mein ghulte hi gaayab ho gaya. Shital ne ek pyari si muskan ke saath glass uthaya aur Trupti ki taraf badhi.
Shital: “Guys! Itna serious discussion kyun? Chalo, cheers karte hain aaj ki raat ke naam!”
Trupti ne bina kisi shaq ke glass uthaya. Abhay ki aankhon mein dekhte hue usne woh zehreela jaam apne raseele honthon se lagaya aur ek hi saans mein aadha glass khaali kar diya. Vikki aur Rahul door se yeh sab dekh rahe the.
Rahul apni seat se uthne hi wala tha ki Trupti ko le aaye, par Vikki ne uska haath pakad kar use wapas seat par bitha diya.
Vikki: (Dheere se) “Pagal hai kya? Abhi ruk ja. Woh dawai koi mamooli nahi hai. Kam se kam 15-20 minute lagenge nasha chadne mein. Jab uske andar ki aag bhadkegi, tab tu entry marna. Abhi tamasha dekh.”






Drink khatam hote hi Abhay ne apna haath aage badhaya. Abhay: “Trupti... kya ek dance ka mauka milega? Sirf ek dost ke naate?”

Trupti ne inkaar nahi kiya. Usne muskurate hue apna naram haath Abhay ke mazboot haath mein de diya. Dono dance floor par gaye. Kismat se DJ ne fast music band karke ek Romantic Bollywood Track chala diya.

Abhay ne Trupti ki patli kamar par apna haath rakha aur use dheere se apni taraf kheencha. Trupti ka Black Shoulder-less Gown Abhay ke kapdon se ragad khane laga. Shuruat mein Trupti ne thoda gap banaye rakha, par woh dawai ab apna asar dikhana shuru kar rahi thi.

Trupti ko achanak apne pet ke nichle hisse mein ek ajeeb si garmi mehsoos hui. Aisa laga jaise uske khoon ki raftaar tez ho gayi ho. Uski nangi peeth par Abhay ki ungliyon ka sparsh use kisi current ki tarah lag raha tha. Use ek lusty feeling aane lagi, jisme wo khud ko rok nahi pa rahi thi.

Trupti: (Abhay ki aankhon mein dekhte hue) “Abhay... thank you. Sach mein, agar aaj tum nahi hote toh wo ladke pata nahi kya kar dete. Tumne mujhe bacha liya.”

Abhay: (Trupti ko aur kareeb late hue) “Maine kaha tha na Trupti, main tumhare liye kisi se bhi lad sakta hoon. Tumhari izzat meri izzat hai.”

Trupti ka dil pighalne laga. Us dawai ke nashe ne uske dimaag ke 'Guilt' wale hisse ko sunn kar diya tha. Woh sochne lagi, ‘Kitna caring aur pyara ladka hai ye. Kitna protective hai. Agar main shadi-shuda na hoti, aur agar Rahul beech mein na hota... toh shayad main iske pyar mein gir jati.’

Trupti ki aankhein ab nashiili ho chuki thin. Woh halka sa ladkhadayi, aur Abhay ne use sambhalne ke liye apni dono baahein uske gird kass lin. Ab unke beech hawa guzarne ki bhi jagah nahi thi. Trupti ke ubhare hue boobs Abhay ke seene se dab gaye.

Trupti: (Flirt karte hue, hanste hue) “Abhay... tum bhool rahe ho main Rahul ki Girlfriend hoon. Aise chipakna allowed nahi hai.”

Abhay: (Muskurate hue, uski aankhon mein jhankte hue) “Jaanta hoon... par abhi ke liye tum sirf meri ho. Is pal mein koi Rahul nahi hai, sirf tum aur main.”
Dono hans pade. Trupti ki hansi mein ek khanak thi jo dawai ki wajah se aur bhi seductive lag rahi thi. Woh nashe mein Abhay ke kandhe par apna sar rakhne lagi.


Music aur bhi slow aur intense ho gaya. Abhay ne Trupti ka chehra apne haathon mein liya. Trupti ki saansein garam thin, jo Abhay ke chehre par pad rahi thin.
Abhay: (Whisper karte hue) “Trupti... tumhe wo din yaad hai? Theater wala? Jab maine tumhe kiss kiya tha?”
Trupti ka jism kanp utha. Us dawai ne us yaad ko ek erotic memory bana diya tha.
Abhay: “Sach batana... kya tumhe wo bura laga tha? Kya tumhe mujhse ghin aayi thi?”
Trupti ne apni nashiili aankhein utha kar Abhay ko dekha. Us waqt use sirf Abhay ke honth dikh rahe the.
Trupti: (Na mein sar hilaate hue) “Nahi Abhay... aisa nahi tha. Mujhe bura nahi laga tha. Bas... bas thoda guilt tha. Par us kiss mein... us kiss mein sachayi thi.”
Yeh sunte hi Abhay ki aankhon mein ek umeed ki kiran jag uthi. Usne dekha ki Trupti ab virodh nahi kar rahi. Viagra ki heat ab Trupti ke poore badan mein fail chuki thi. Uski jaanghein (thighs) aapas mein ragad kha rahi thin, aur use sakht zaroorat thi ki koi use kaske daboch le.
Abhay ka chehra Trupti ke chehre ke paas aane laga. Trupti ne apni aankhein band nahi kin, woh bas Abhay ki aankhon mein wo bepanah pyar dekh rahi thi jo Rahul ki aankhon mein kabhi nahi dikha. Abhay ki nazrein Trupti ke gulabi aur raseele honthon par atki thin.
Dono ke honth ek-dusre se bas ek inch ki doori par the. Saansein ek-dusre mein ghul rahi thin. Trupti ka munh halka sa khul gaya, jaise woh khud Abhay ko invite kar rahi ho.
Door baithe Rahul ka dil muh ko aa gaya. Usne socha, ‘Agar aaj Abhay ne ise kiss kar liya, toh ye meri nahi rahegi.’ Lekin Vikki ne use pakad rakha tha.
Abhay ne Trupti ki kamar ko itni zor se masla ki Trupti ke munh se ek halki “Ahhh...” nikal gayi, aur ye siskaari seedha Abhay ke honthon mein samaane wali thi...




Abhay aur Trupti ke honth ek-dusre se bas kuch millimeter ki doori par the. Trupti ki saansein Abhay ke honthon se takra rahi thin, aur Viagra ki garmi use majboor kar rahi thi ki woh Abhay ko kiss kar le. Par theek usi pal, ek zor ki aawaaz ne us madhoshi ko tod diya.
Rahul: (Gusse aur haq se chillate hue) “Trupti!”
Trupti hadbada kar piche hat gayi. Usne apni dhundhli aankhon se dekha, saamne Rahul khada tha, uska chehra gusse se laal tha. Abhay ki mutthiyan bhich gayin, uska bana-banaya khel bigad gaya tha.
Abhay: (Trupti ka haath pakadte hue) “Trupti... mat jao. Yeh tumhe wo khushi nahi de sakta jo main de sakta hoon.”
Trupti ka dimaag chakara raha tha, par drug ke asar aur 'Girlfriend' wale role ne use Rahul ki taraf kheencha.
Trupti: (Ladkhadate hue) “Chhodo mujhe Abhay... Woh... Woh mera Boyfriend hai.”
Trupti ne Abhay ka haath jhatak diya aur ladkhadate kadmon se Rahul ke paas chali gayi. Abhay wahin khada reh gaya, zillat aur gusse ki aag mein jalta hua. Usne ek aakhri baar Trupti ko dekha aur pair patakte hue dance floor se bahar nikal gaya. Usne soch liya tha ki iska badla wo jald lega.

Rahul ne Trupti ki kamar mein haath daala aur use bheed se door ek andhere kone (corner) mein le gaya. Disco lights ki chamak aur loud music ke shor mein wo duniya se kat gaye the.
Rahul ne Trupti ko diwar se sataya. Trupti ki aankhein nashiili ho chuki thin, uska chehra tamtama raha tha. Rahul ne uske kaan ke paas jhuk kar kaha:
Rahul: (Husky voice mein) “You look really hot today baby... Aaj toh tumne mujhe pagal kar diya hai.”
Trupti sharma kar muskurayi, par ye sharam ab hawas mein badal chuki thi. “Rahul...” usne bas itna hi kaha tha ki Rahul ne tut kar uske honthon par humla kar diya.
Rahul ne Trupti ke honthon ko apne munh mein bhar liya aur wild tarike se kiss karne laga. Is baar Trupti ne koi virodh nahi kiya. Shital ki milayi hui ‘Blue Pill’ ab apna poora asar dikha rahi thi. Trupti ko apne jism mein ek aisi aag mehsoos ho rahi thi jo sirf ragad aur chhuwan se shant ho sakti thi. Woh apna hosh kho rahi thi.
Rahul Trupti ke nichle honth ko bite (kaat) raha tha aur Trupti jawab mein apni zabaan Rahul ke munh mein daal kar use choos rahi thi. Rahul ke haath Trupti ke Black Gown ke upar se uski bhari hui gaand ko daboch rahe the. Woh uske soft buttocks ko buri tarah masal raha tha.
Trupti: (Kiss todte hue, haanfte hue) “Ahhh... Rahul... mujhe kuch ho raha hai... bohot garmi lag rahi hai... mmm...”
Rahul ne Trupti ki nangi gardan (neck) par apna munh rakha aur wahan Love bite dene laga. Trupti ne masti mein apna sar piche diwar par tika diya. Uski aankhein band thin aur munh se siskaariyan nikal rahi thin.
Trupti: “Sss... Rahul... kaato mat... ahhh... wahan... haan wahan... mmm...”
Disco lights ki flashing mein kisi ko dikh nahi raha tha ki Rahul ka ek haath Trupti ki gaand ko masal raha hai aur doosra haath uske nange kandhon ko sehla raha hai. Trupti poori tarah dizzy aur horny ho chuki thi.



Rahul Trupti ki gardan chooste hue madhosh ho raha tha, tabhi uski nazar saamne wale kone par padi. Wahan Vikki khada tha.
Vikki ne Rahul ki aankhon mein dekha aur apni gardan ghuma kar ishara kiya— “Le aa ise, ab waqt ho gaya hai.”
Rahul ka dil ek pal ke liye baith gaya. Woh nahi chahta tha ki jis Trupti ko wo abhi itne passion se kiss kar raha hai, use wo Vikki ke hawale kare. Par phir uske dimaag mein Vikki ki dhamki aur Abhay se haarne ka darr aa gaya. Aur sabse badi baat, uska khud ka tharkipan jaag utha.
Rahul ne socha: ‘Koi baat nahi... Aaj raat Vikki ke saath enjoy kar lene deta hoon. Waise bhi ye Vikki ki Girlfriend banegi toh sirf college tak hi na? Kuch saalon ki baat hai. College khatam hone ke baad toh Trupti hamesha ke liye meri hogi. Main ise full-time rakhunga. Aaj raat sharing mein hi maza lete hain.’
Rahul ne apne mann ko mana liya. Usne Trupti ko kiss karna band kiya aur uske kaan mein bola.
Rahul: “Baby... yahan bohot shor hai. Chalo kahin shant jagah chalte hain... Long drive pe.”
Trupti: (Nashe mein, aankhein kholne ki koshish karte hue) “Haan... le chalo Rahul... jahan tum bolo... bas ye garmi mita do...”
Rahul ne Trupti ko sahara diya aur use lekar Pub ke bahar nikal gaya, jahan Vikki ki Black SUV aur uske farmhouse ka 'dark room' unka intezaar kar raha tha.

Rahul ne ladkhadati hui Trupti ko sahara dekar Vikki ki Black SUV tak pahunchaya. Trupti ki haalat ab bohot kharab thi. Blue Pill ka nasha aur alcohol ka mixture uske dimaag ko sunn kar chuka tha. Uski aankhon ke saamne sab kuch dhundhla (blurry) tha, bas jism mein ek aisi aag lagi thi jo use kisi mard ke touch ke liye tadpa rahi thi.

Rahul ne piche ka darwaza khola aur Trupti ko back seat par dhakel diya. Woh khud bhi uske bagal mein baith gaya. Aage driver ne gaadi start ki aur SUV tezi se shehar ke bahar Farmhouse wale sunsaan raste par daudne lagi.
Andhere aur AC ki thandak mein Trupti ne રાહુલ ko tatola. Rahul ne mauka paate hi Trupti ke honthon ko choosna shuru kar diya. Trupti poore passion se respond kar rahi thi, uski jeebh Rahul ke muh mein ghoom rahi thi.




Gaadi abhi full speed mein chal hi rahi thi ki aage wali passenger seat se Vikki ne apni seat reclining ki aur piche ki taraf kood kar aa gaya. SUV ke piche ab teen log the—beech mein Trupti, ek taraf Rahul aur doosri taraf Vikki.
Trupti ko jab ehsaas hua ki koi aur bhi unke saath aa gaya hai, toh usne apni dhundhli aankhon se Vikki ko dekha. Nashe mein uska dimaag kaam nahi kar raha tha, aur zubaan fisal gayi.
Trupti: (Bhari hui aawaz mein) “Rahul... Beta... ye... ye kaun hai?”
‘Beta’ shabd sunte hi Rahul ka kaleja muh ko aa gaya. Woh darr gaya ki kahin Trupti ka raaz khul na jaye. Lekin Vikki, jo khud hawas aur sharab ke nashe mein tha, usne is baat ko pakad liya aur zor se hansa.
Vikki: (Rahul ko aankh maarte hue) “Sun raha hai Rahul? Nashe mein tujhe 'Beta' bula rahi hai teri bandi. Lagta hai roleplay ka mood hai.”
Phir Vikki Trupti ke kaan ke paas jhuka aur ek gandi, shaitani aawaz mein bola: Vikki: “Koi baat nahi darling... Agar tu ise Beta bula rahi hai, toh aaj hum tujhe Maa samajh ke hi chod denge.”
Rahul ye sunkar nervous hua ki kahin Vikki ko sach na pata chal jaye, lekin Vikki ki baat sunkar uske andar ka tharkipan bhi jaag utha. Apni Maa ko 'Maa' samajh kar chudte hue dekhne ka khayal use garam kar gaya.


Vikki ne bina waqt ganwaye Trupti ko apni taraf kheencha. Trupti ne pehle thoda virodh kiya. Trupti: (Kamzor aawaz mein) “Rahul... ye kya... hatto...”

Lekin Vikki ne Trupti ki gardan pakdi aur apna munh seedha Trupti ke munh par de maara. Trupti nashe mein itni choor thi ki jaise hi Vikki ke honth usse lage, uska jism pighal gaya.
Vikki ne zabardasti apni jeebh (tongue) Trupti ke munh mein thoos di. Trupti, jo garmi se pagal ho rahi thi, usne virodh karne ki bajaye Vikki ki jeebh ko choosna shuru kar diya. Woh Vikki ki jeebh ko waise hi suck kar rahi thi jaise kuch der pehle Rahul ki kar rahi thi.
Rahul bagal mein baitha ye nazara dekh raha tha. Uski Maa, jo uski GF bani hui thi, ab uske dost ke saath French Kiss kar rahi thi. Vikki ka thook Trupti ke munh mein ja raha tha aur Trupti bade maze se use pee rahi thi. Ye dekh kar Rahul ka lund paint mein blast hone ko taiyaar ho gaya.
Rahul se ab raha nahi gaya. Usne Trupti ko doosri taraf se pakda. Trupti ka chehra Vikki ki taraf tha, toh Rahul ne Trupti ke Black Gown ko kandhe se thoda neeche kheench diya aur uski nangi gardan (neck) par toot pada.
Trupti: (Vikki ke munh mein ghuti hui aawaz mein) “Mmm... hmmm... sss...”
Ek taraf Vikki Trupti ke honth aur jeebh chaba raha tha, aur doosri taraf Rahul apni Maa ki gardan aur kaan ke neeche wale hisse ko chat aur kaat raha tha. Trupti dono mardo ke beech sandwich ban gayi thi. Uski siskaariyan Vikki ke munh mein dab rahi thin, par uska jism bata raha tha ki wo is double attack se kitni garam ho rahi hai.
SUV ki speed badhti ja rahi thi, aur uske andar Trupti ki izzat ki dhajjiyan udne ki shuruaat ho chuki thi. Farmhouse aane mein ab bas kuch hi der baaki thi.




SUV tez raftaar se Farmhouse ki taraf bhaag rahi thi, lekin gaadi ke andar jo raftar thi, wo hawas ki thi. Trupti poori tarah nashe aur Viagra ki garmi mein doobi hui thi. Use bas ehsaas ho raha tha ki do mard use dono taraf se nichod rahe hain.
Vikki ne Trupti ke chehre se apna munh hataya aur apni nazrein Trupti ke cleavage par gadayi. Usne dhire se Trupti ke Shoulder-less Black Gown ko pakda aur use neeche ki taraf kheench diya. Gown sarak kar Trupti ke pet tak aa gaya, aur uski Black Lace Bra mein qaid bhare-bhare gore boobs Vikki ki aankhon ke saamne aa gaye. Bra itni tight thi ki Trupti ka aadha seena bahar ubhar kar ‘hello’ bol raha tha.
Vikki ne masti bhari nazron se unhe dekha aur bina der kiye apna sar Trupti ke dono boobs ke beech mein ghusa diya. Usne "Huba-Huba" karte hue apna chehra Trupti ke naram stanon (boobs) ke beech zor-zor se ragadna shuru kar diya. Woh apne munh se 'Brrrr' ki aawaaz nikal kar Trupti ke boobs ko hila raha tha.
Trupti: (Sar piche phenk kar) “Aaaahhh... sss... kya kar rahe ho... mmm...”
Vikki masti mein boobs daba raha tha aur Trupti lagatar moan kar rahi thi. Doosri taraf, Rahul bhi shant nahi tha. Usne Trupti ke dono haath pakad kar zabardasti piche ki taraf mod diye. Is wajah se Trupti ka seena aur bahar aa gaya aur uski bagalein (armpits) poori tarah khul gayin.


 





Rahul ki nazar Trupti ki clean-shaved, gori aur paseene se chamakti hui armpits par padi. Us nasheeli khushbu ne Rahul ko pagal bana diya. Usne socha: ‘Yaar, Maa aaj bhi kya hot lagti hai! Kitni sexy armpits hain saali ki... mann kar raha hai aaj yahi chat kar pyaas bujha loon.’
Rahul ne bina sharam ke apna munh Trupti ki bagal (armpit) mein ghusa diya aur wahan jama namkeen aur garam paseene ko chatna shuru kar diya. Woh apni jeebh se Trupti ki bagal ko kisi ice-cream ki tarah chat raha tha.
Vikki ne jab Rahul ko aise karte dekha toh wo zor se hansa. Vikki: “Saale! Bandi ko kutte jaisa chat raha hai be tu? Bada pyasa lag raha hai!”
Lekin Rahul ruka nahi, wo bas apni Maa ki mehak mein khoya hua tha. Vikki ne bhi apna khel aage badhaya. Usne apna ek haath Trupti ki tight bra ke cup ke andar daal diya. Uski ungliyan Trupti ke naram maans ko tatolte hue seedha nipple tak pahunchi.
Vikki ne Trupti ke khade hue nipple ko apni ungliyon mein pakda aur zor se daba (pinch) diya. Dard aur mazzay ki ek lehar Trupti ke jism mein daud gayi.
Trupti: (Sisakte hue) “Is... ahhh... dukh raha hai... par... mat ruko... mmm...”
Trupti ke bade soft boobs Vikki ke haath mein the aur wo nipple se khel raha tha. Trupti apni hi dhun mein mazzay le rahi thi. Tabhi Vikki ne Trupti ka ek haath (jo abhi tak Rahul ne pakad rakha tha) wahan se kheench liya aur use apne pant ke ubhaar (crotch) par rakh diya.
Trupti ne nashe mein mehsoos kiya ki uske haath ke neeche kuch sakht aur garam hai. Usne anjaane mein hi sahi, Vikki ke lund ko pant ke upar se hi mutthi mein pakad liya aur zor se daba diya.
Vikki: (Aankhein band karke) “Ohhh fuck... haan baby... daba ise... tera naya khilona yahi hai!”
Rahul bagal chat raha tha, Vikki nipple masal raha tha, aur Trupti Vikki ka lund daba rahi thi. Farmhouse aane se pehle hi gaadi ke andar pap ka ghada bhar chuka tha.





SUV ki raftar tez thi, par uske andar waqt jaise thamm gaya tha. Andhere mein sirf dashboard ki light aur Vikki ke mobile ki screen chamak rahi thi. Trupti poori tarah Vikki aur Rahul ke beech phans chuki thi. Uska dimaag sunn tha, par uska jism kisi jwalamukhi ki tarah dhadhak raha tha.
Vikki ne Trupti ke chehre se apna munh hataya aur ek shaitani muskaan ke saath apne pant ki zip par haath rakha. ‘Zzzzip...’ ki ek halki aawaaz aayi aur Vikki ne apna pant khol diya. Andar se uska sakht lund phan uthaye bahar aane ko betaab tha.
Vikki ne zabardasti Trupti ka naram haath pakda aur use seedha apne nange lund par rakh diya. Trupti ne jaise hi us garam aur sakht maans ko chhua, uski ungliyan apne aap us par kas gayin.
Vikki: (Kaan mein fusfusate hue) “Meri randi... chal shuru ho ja. Isse masal... ise pyaar kar. Aaj ye tera naya khilona hai.”
Trupti nashe mein thi, use samajh nahi aa raha tha ki ye kiska lund hai, bas use wo garmi acchi lag rahi thi. Woh Vikki ke lund ko dheere-dheere apni mutthi mein lekar upar-neeche masalne (stroke) lagi. Vikki ne gardan piche phenk di aur maze se aankhein band kar lin.

Vikki ne ek haath se Trupti ko sambhala aur doosre haath se apna mobile nikal kar Video Recording on kar di. Flash light ki jagah usne 'Night Mode' on kiya taaki sab saaf dikhe par zyada chamak na ho.
Mobile ki screen par wo nazara record ho raha tha jo Trupti ki zindagi barbad karne ke liye kaafi tha— Ek Maa apne bete ke dost ka lund masal rahi thi, aur uska apna beta (Rahul) uski gardan aur gaalon ko chum raha tha. Vikki ne camera ko adjust kiya taaki Trupti ka chehra aur uska lund ek frame mein aa sake.
Vikki: (Video banate hue, Rahul ko order dete hue) “Oye Rahul... bohot chat liya tune. Ab maal ko kholne ka waqt aa gaya hai. Iska bra aur blouse khol. Mujhe iske khazane dekhne hain.”
Rahul ek pal ke liye thithaka. Usne socha, ‘Yaar, ye toh meri Maa hai... Vikki ke saamne isse nanga karna...’ Par Vikki ki aankhon mein dhamki aur camera ki recording dekh kar wo majboor ho gaya. Aur sach kahun toh, Rahul khud bhi un chhupe hue pahadon ko dekhne ke liye tadap raha tha.
Rahul ne kaampte hathon se Trupti ke Black Gown ki zip piche se neeche ki aur andar pehni hui Black Bra ke hook par ungliyan rakhi. Trupti nashe mein jhool rahi thi.
‘Khatt...’ ki ek aawaaz aayi aur bra ka hook khul gaya.
Rahul ne dheere se Trupti ke gown aur bra ko samne se neeche khiska diya. Jaise hi kapda hata, Trupti ke dudhiya safed (milky white) boobs azad ho gaye. Wo rubber ki ball ki tarah uchhal kar bahar aa gaye.


Nazara dekh kar Rahul aur Vikki, dono ki saansein atak gayin. Trupti ke boobs kisi bhi angle se 45 saal ki aurat ke nahi lag rahe the. Wo ekdum tight, gol aur bhare hue the. Unmein budhape ka koi nishaan nahi tha, wo gurutvakarshan (gravity) ko maat de rahe the.
Unke upar lage Pink Nipples thand aur excitement ki wajah se akad kar khade ho gaye the. Aisa lag raha tha jaise do raseele anar (pomegranates) khane ke liye taiyaar hon.
Rahul ke lund ne toh ye nazara dekh kar paint mein hi paani chhod diya (pre-cum). Wo bas ghurta reh gaya.
Vikki: (Lallar tapkate hue) “Saale kamine Rahul! Isiliye tu ise mere saath share nahi karna chahta tha? Kya kadak maal hai yaar ye! Iske boobs toh kisi 20 saal ki virgin ladki se bhi zyada tight hain.”
Vikki ne mobile side mein rakha aur apna munh seedha Trupti ke Right Boob par de maara. Usne Trupti ka pink nipple apne munh mein bhara aur use zor se choosna shuru kar diya.
Trupti: (Zor se) “Aaaahhhh... sss... haan... aur zor se... mmm...”
Vikki kisi bhookhe janwar ki tarah nipple ko chaba raha tha. Trupti ko itna maza aa raha tha ki usne apne dono haath Vikki ke sir par rakh diye aur use apne boob par daba diya, jaise wo chahti ho ki Vikki uske andar ghus jaye.
Nashe aur mazzay ke beech Trupti ki zubaan fisal gayi. Usne apne pati ka naam pukaara: Trupti: “Ahhh... Sanjeev... sss... Sanjeev... chusooo... ahhh...!”
Vikki nipple chhod kar zor se hansa. Vikki: (Hanste hue) “Sun raha hai Rahul? Lagta hai tere se pehle bhi iska koi 'Sanjeev' bana hua hai jiska naam ye le rahi hai. Tera baap yaad aa gaya ise!”
Rahul ko ye sun kar apne baap (Sanjeev) par gussa aaya aur jalan bhi hui. Par us jalan ne uski hawas ko aur bhadka diya. Usne socha, ‘Aaj main dikhata hoon ki Sanjeev se behtar main choos sakta hoon.’
Rahul ne aage badh kar Trupti ke Left Boob par hamla bol diya. Usne poora boob apne haath mein bhara aur nipple ko zabaan se chatne aur choosne laga.



Ab gaadi ki pichli seat par ek ajeeb sa nazara tha. Trupti beech mein thi, uska sar piche seat par tika hua tha, aankhein band thin aur munh khula hua tha jisse lagatar “Ahhh... Ohhh... Umm...” ki aawaazein aa rahi thin.
Uske Right Boob ko Vikki choos raha tha aur Left Boob ko uska apna beta Rahul. Dono kisi doodh-pite bache ki tarah, par hawas ke saath, uski chhati ko nichod rahe the. Trupti ka daya haath (right hand) abhi bhi Vikki ke pant mein tha aur wo uske khade lund ko zor-zor se hila rahi thi.

SUV abhi Farmhouse se sirf 2 km door thi. Andar ka maahaul poori tarah garam tha, Vikki apne climax par tha aur Trupti ki chikhon ka maza le raha tha. Tabhi achanak Driver ne break lagaya aur ghabraate hue bola:
Driver: “Vikki Babu... sambhaliye! Aage security officer ka check naka hai. Badi checking chal rahi hai.”
Vikki, jo bas apna cum Trupti ke chehre par nikaalne hi wala tha, yeh sunkar aag-babula ho gaya. Vikki: (Gusse mein) “Hatt saala! In thullo ko bhi abhi marna tha? Mood ki maa-behen kar di!”
Vikki ne jhallaate hue apna lund Trupti ke haath se kheencha. Woh gusse mein phufkar raha tha. Usne jaldi se apni zip lagayi aur piche ki seat se uth kar aage passenger seat par ja baitha.
Rahul ki bhi halat kharab ho gayi. Usne jaldi se Trupti ko sambhala. Trupti nashe mein poori tarah ludhak gayi thi aur Rahul ki godh mein sar rakh kar leti hui thi. Rahul ne ghabrahat mein Trupti ka Black Gown upar kheench kar uske boobs dhake aur dress thik ki, haalaanki Trupti ke baal bikhre hue the aur lipstick phaili hui thi.

Gaadi check post par ruki. Kismat dekho, yeh wahi check naka tha jahan kuch der pehle Inspector Vijay aur Hawaldar Bosle ne Trupti ko roka tha. Vijay ne SUV ko pehchan liya.
Vijay dande se sheeshe par khat-khataya. Driver ne sheesha neeche kiya. Vijay: (Sakht aawaz mein) “Kya chal raha hai andar? Itni raat ko kahan bhaage ja rahe ho? Light jalao!”
Vikki ne mann hi mann gaali di par light jala di. Vijay ne apni torch (flashlight) seedha piche ki seat par maari. Roshni seedha Rahul aur uski godh mein padi Trupti par giri. Trupti behosh si halat mein thi, uska chehra laal tha aur kapde thode ast-vyast.
Vijay: (Shakk karte hue) “Ye ladki kaun hai? Aur is halat mein kya kar rahi hai? Tum log iske saath kuch galat karne ki soch rahe the kya?”
Rahul darr gaya, usne jaldi se jawab diya. Rahul: “Nahi Sir! Aisa kuch nahi hai. Ye... Ye meri Girlfriend hai. Hum bas party se aa rahe hain, thodi zyada pee li hai isne. Hum wapas hostel ja rahe hain.”
Vijay: (Ghurte hue) “Hostel ja rahe ho ya kahin aur? Shakal se toh tum log sharif nahi lagte. Bahar niklo sab! License aur Registration nikalo. Abhi tumhare ghar phone karta hoon, dekhte hain maa-baap kya kehte hain.”
‘Ghar pe phone’ ka naam sunte hi Rahul ki phat gayi. Agar Sanjeev (Trupti ke pati/Rahul ke papa) ko pata chala toh sab khatam. Lekin Vikki gusse mein tha.

Vikki gusse mein car se neeche utra. Usne socha ki ye mamla power se hi suljhega. Vikki: (Akad kar) “Oye Inspector! Awaaz neeche. Jaante nahi ho kisse baat kar rahe ho? Mere papa MLA [Politician ka naam] hain. Agar maine abhi ek call ghuma diya na, toh wardi utarte der nahi lagegi. Chupchap jaane de.”
Politician ka naam sunte hi Vijay thoda thithaka. Woh samajh gaya ki ye bade baap ki bigdi aulaad hai. Seedha panga lena mehenga pad sakta hai. Lekin Vijay bhi khiladi tha, usne Trupti ko pehchan liya tha aur wo itni aasani se 'maal' ko jaane nahi dena chahta tha.
Vijay: (Thoda naram padte hue, par shatir dimaag se) “Achha... MLA sahab ke bete ho? Pehle batana chahiye tha na. Dekho beta, main rok nahi raha hoon. Par masla ye hai ki tumhare saath ladki hai, aur wo bhi nashe mein dhut hai.”
Vijay ne upar lage CCTV camera ki taraf ishara kiya. Vijay: “Woh dekho, upar camera laga hai. Control room mein sab dikh raha hai ki ladki kis halat mein hai. Agar maine tumhe aise hi jaane diya aur aage kuch ho gaya, toh meri naukri jayegi aur tumhare papa ki badnaami hogi.”
Vikki chid gaya. Vikki: “Toh kya chahte ho?”
Vijay: (Muskurate hue) “Safety zaroori hai. Main tumhe akele nahi jaane de sakta. Meri Patrolling Van tumhare peeche-peeche aayegi. Woh tumhe seedha College Hostel tak drop karegi taaki ladki safe pahunch jaye. Raste mein kahin aur (Farmhouse) rukne ka koi scene nahi hoga.”
Vikki ka dimaag kharab ho gaya. Vijay ne badi safayi se uska Farmhouse plan chaupat kar diya tha. Agar security officer van peeche hogi, toh wo Trupti ko Farmhouse nahi le ja sakta. Use majbooran Hostel hi jana padega.
Rahul: (Dheere se Vikki se) “Yaar Vikki... maan ja. Agar isne ghar phone kar diya toh lode lag jayenge. Farmhouse kabhi aur chal lenge.”
Vikki ne gusse mein pair patka. Vikki: “Theek hai! Bhejo apni van. Par jaldi karo.”
Vikki wapas car mein baitha. Driver ne gaadi start ki. Piche Trupti abhi bhi Rahul ki godh mein padi thi, bekhabar ki uski izzat aaj security officer ki wajah se Vikki se toh bach gayi, par Vijay ki nazron mein chad gayi hai.
SUV aage badhi aur uske theek peeche security officer ki jeep lag gayi. Vikki steering wheel par mukka maar raha tha kyunki uske haath aaya 'shikaar' aaj raat ke liye chhut gaya tha.




Jaise hi Vikki ki kaali SUV security officer van ki nigrani mein aage badhi, check post par khade Hawaldar Bosle ne dande ko zameen par patka aur nirasha se bola.
Bosle: “Arre yaar Sahab! Aaj toh kismat hi kharab thi. Wo ladki poori dhut thi, agar wo bade baap ki aulad saath na hoti, toh aaj humare maze hi maze the. Us gori chamdi ko masalne ka maza hi kuch aur hota.”
Inspector Vijay ne apni cigarette jalayi aur SUV ki laal battiyon ko door jate hue dekha. Uske chehre par ek shaitani sukoon tha.
Vijay: (Dhuan udate hue) “Dheeraj rakho Bosle ji. Aisi apsara ke liye thoda intezaar toh banta hai. Koi nahi, saath mein gaadi bheji hai na? Ab humein pata chal jayega ki wo kaunse college aur hostel mein rehti hai. Aaj nahi toh kal, shikaar toh humara hi hoga. Baad mein jayenge na college mein 'investigation' ke bahane... tab koi baap ka beta beech mein nahi aayega.”
Dono security officer wale zor se hanse, unki hansi mein Trupti ke liye ek naya jaal buna ja raha tha.

security officer van ki nigrani mein Vikki ko majbooran gaadi seedha hostel ke gate par rokni padi. Rahul ne piche ka darwaza khola aur nashe mein jhoolti hui Trupti ko bahar nikala. Trupti ke pair zameen par tik nahi rahe the, wo poori tarah Rahul ke sahare thi.
Rahul use kisi tarah ghaseet-te hue uske room tak le gaya. Andar pahunch kar usne Trupti ko bed par patak diya. Trupti ka Black Gown upar chadh gaya tha, uski nangi jaanghein aur bikhre hue baal use kisi ujdi hui rani ki tarah dikha rahe the.
Rahul wahi khada hokar apni bebas Maa ko dekhne laga. Uska lund abhi bhi paint mein tana hua tha, dard kar raha tha. Usne socha:
“Shit yaar! Kash wo Inspector na hota toh aaj Farmhouse par Trupti ki cheekhein goonj rahi hoti. Maine socha tha aaj iski chut ko kutton ki tarah chodunga, Vikki ke saath milkar iska har chhed bhar dunga. Sali Maa bhi aisi mili hai jo dikhne mein kisi Top Pornstar se kam nahi hai. Iski ye halat dekh kar toh aur bhi mann kar raha hai ki yahi chodh doon.”
Lekin corridor mein Warden ki aawaz sunkar Rahul darr gaya. Usne Trupti ko wahi choda, light band ki aur darwaza bahar se band karke nikal gaya. Trupti apne kamre mein akeli, nashe aur adhuri hawas ke saath bed par padi reh gayi.

Rahul jab wapas parking mein aaya, toh security officer van wahan se ja chuki thi. Vikki gusse mein gaadi ke tyre par laat maar raha tha.
Vikki: (Gali dete hue) “Madarch**d! Saala poora mood kharab kar diya us thulle ne. Itna mast maal haath mein tha, poora garam karke chhodna pada.”
Vikki ke andar ki aag abhi shant nahi hui thi. Trupti ko na chod pane ka gussa aur lund ki garmi use pagal kar rahi thi. Usne turant apna phone nikala aur Shital ko call lagaya.
Vikki: (Phone par) “Kahan hai tu? Jaldi mere room pe aa, ya main pick karne aaun? ... Haan, bas abhi mood kharab hai, tu aaja, garmi nikalni hai.”
Phone kaatne ke baad Vikki ne Rahul ki taraf dekha. Vikki: “Sun Rahul, main ja raha hoon Shital ko uthane. Mera lund phat raha hai, aaj Trupti ki saari kasar Shital par nikalunga. Tujhe aana hai toh bol? Tu bhi maar lena ek-do shot.”
Rahul ka mood abhi kharab tha. Wo apni Maa ko us halat mein dekh kar aaya tha aur Farmhouse wala plan fail hone se wo chidchida ho gaya tha.
Rahul: “Nahi yaar... mera mood nahi hai abhi. Tu hi ja.”
Vikki: “Theek hai, teri marzi. Par yaad rakhna, Trupti bach nahi payegi. Aaj nahi toh kal, wo mere neeche hogi.”
Vikki gusse mein gaadi mein baitha aur tezi se nikal gaya—Shital ki taraf, taaki Trupti ki pyaas wo Shital ke jism se bujha sake. Rahul wahi andhere mein khada reh gaya, ek ajeeb si uljhan aur hawas ke beech phansa hua.

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Subah ki pehli kiran jab hostel ke kamre mein aayi, toh Trupti ki aankhein bohari bhari huyi khulin. Uska sir kisi bhari patthar ki tarah dard kar raha tha. Kal raat ka nasha aur woh ‘Blue Pill’ ka asar abhi bhi uske jism ko tode hue tha. Trupti ne badi mushkil se khud ko bistar se uthaya aur saamne lage aaine (mirror) mein khud ko dekha.
Uska haal dekh kar wo khud dang reh gayi. Uske baal jungliyon ki tarah bikhre hue the. Kal raat ki wo glossy pink lipstick ab uske honthon ke kinaron par buri tarah phail chuki thi, jaise kisi ne uske honthon ko berahmi se chusa ho. Kajal beh kar gaalon tak aa gaya tha.
Jab Trupti chalne ke liye khadi hui, toh use apni jaanghon (thighs) ke beech ek ajeeb sa geelapan mehsoos hua. Usne check kiya toh paya ki uski panty poori tarah chipchipi ho gayi thi. Uske dimaag mein sawal utha— ‘Kya hua tha kal raat? Kya main itni garam ho gayi thi ki meri heat (fluids) ne poori panty gili kar di?’ Lekin use yaad nahi aa raha tha ki ye heat kis wajah se nikli thi. Use Vikki ka lund pakadna, Rahul ka bagal chatna, ya wo SUV wala scene... kuch bhi yaad nahi tha.
Usne table se pani ki bottle uthayi aur ek hi saans mein poori bottle khaali kar di. Thanda pani gale se niche utara toh dimaag ka kohra thoda saaf hua. Usne jaldi se shower liya, gungune pani ne uske thake hue jism ko thoda aaram diya.

Fresh hone ke baad, Trupti ka hangover thoda kam hua, par curiosity badh gayi. Usne towel lapeta aur turant Kriti ko call lagaya taaki kal raat ka sach jaan sake.
Trupti: (Phone par) “Hello Kriti... yaar mera sir phat raha hai. Mujhe kuch theek se yaad nahi aa raha. Kal raat Pub mein kya hua tha?”
Kriti: (Excitement mein) “Arre Trupti! Tujhe yaad nahi? Kal toh full drama hua tha. Wo do sadak-chaap ladke tujhe pareshan kar rahe the, tab Abhay ne entry maari thi! Usne unhe peeta aur Bouncers se bahar phikwa diya. Phir tum dono ne dance kiya... uff! Kya romantic lag rahe the tum dono.”
Trupti ke chehre par ek halki muskaan aa gayi. Trupti: “Achha? Aur uske baad?”
Kriti: “Uske baad tum kaafi high ho gayi thi. Phir Rahul aaya aur tumhe wahan se lekar chala gaya. Usne kaha ki wo tumhe long drive par le ja raha hai ya seedha hostel chhod dega. Bas uske baad hum bhi nikal gaye.”
Trupti ne socha— ‘Rahul lekar gaya tha...’ Lekin uske baad ka safar ek ‘Black Hole’ ki tarah tha. Use bas itna yaad tha ki wo Rahul ke saath thi, par uske jism par ye nishaan aur ye thakan kuch aur hi ishara kar rahe the. Usne socha, ‘Shayad Rahul ne mujhe sambhala hoga... main baad mein usse pooch lungi.’



Call katne ke baad, Trupti dressing table ke saamne baith gayi aur ready hone lagi. Par uska dimaag ab Rahul par nahi, balki Abhay par atak gaya tha.
Use wo pal yaad aane lage jab Abhay ne use un gundo se bachaya tha. Wo protective nature, wo gussa jo usne Trupti ki izzat ke liye dikhaya tha. Phir wo dance... jab Abhay ne use apni baahon mein jakda tha. Trupti ko yaad aaya ki kaise Abhay ki aankhon mein sirf aur sirf pyaar tha, hawas nahi.
Trupti ne apne seene par haath rakha. Use apne pet mein gudgudi mehsoos ho rahi thi—wahi Butterflies jo ek teenage ladki ko apne pehle crush ke liye feel hoti hain. Trupti aaine mein dekh kar blush (sharma) karne lagi. Uski aankhein chamak uthin.
“Wo kitna caring hai... kitna handsome hai. Jab usne mujhe pakda tha, toh main kitna safe feel kar rahi thi. Us intense moment mein, jab hum kiss karne wale the...”
Achanak Trupti ka haath ruk gaya. Ek jhatke mein Guilt wapas aa gaya. Usne apni maang (hairline) dekhi jahan sindoor hona chahiye tha, par ab wo ek college student ban kar reh rahi thi.
“Main ye kya soch rahi hoon? Main Sanjeev ki biwi hoon... Rahul ki Maa hoon! Mera beta aur pati isi college mein hain, aur main kisi paraye ladke ke baare mein aise romantic khayal bun rahi hoon? Ye galat hai Trupti... ye bohot galat hai.”
Lekin dil aur dimaag ki ladayi mein, dil aksar jeet jata hai. Guilt ke bawajood, Abhay ka wo ‘Macho Avatar’ Trupti ke zehen se nikal nahi raha tha. Usne ek gehri saans li, khud ko taiyaar kiya, aur college jane ke liye room se nikli—ye faisla karke ki wo Rahul se kal raat ka sach poochegi, par mann hi mann Abhay se milne ki ek chupi hui chahat lekar.

College ka maahaul subah-subah kaafi vibrant tha. Trupti jab corridor mein dakhil hui, toh sabki nazrein us par jam gayin. Aaj usne ek Tight Sleeveless Kurti pehni thi. Rang behad sober tha—halka neela aur safed—jo dekhne mein toh ‘sanskari’ lag raha tha, par uski fitting itni tight thi ki Trupti ka 38 inch ka seena kurti ke kapde ko cheer kar bahar aane ko betaab lag raha tha. Uski sudol baahein (arms) nangi thin aur gori chamdi chamak rahi thi.

Samne hi Rahul aur Vikki khade the. Trupti ne Rahul ko dekha toh uske chehre par ek pyari si muskaan aa gayi. Lekin jaise hi uski nazar Vikki par padi, uske maathe par shikan aa gayi.
Trupti ko wo Bus wala incident yaad aa gaya jab picnic jate waqt Vikki ne bheed ka fayda utha kar apna lund uski gaand par ragda tha. Trupti ko Vikki se sakht nafrat thi. Usne Vikki ko gusse se ghura aur muh pher liya, jaise wo wahan maujood hi na ho.







Rahul ne Trupti ko aata dekh aage badha aur bina kisi darr ke sabke saamne Trupti ko Hug kar liya. Trupti bhi uski baahon mein sama gayi. Rahul ne mauka dekh kar Trupti ke hothon par ek soft kiss kiya.


Trupti: (Dheere se, Rahul ke kaan mein) “Rahul... beta, kal raat aakhir hua kya tha? Mera sir abhi bhi bhari hai aur mujhe kuch theek se yaad nahi aa raha. Hum wahan se kaise nikle?”
Rahul ke dil ki dhadkan tez ho gayi, par usne chehre par masoomiyat laate hue jhooth bol diya.
Rahul: “Kuch nahi Maa... wo Abhay ki niyat mujhe theek nahi lag rahi thi. Wo aapke bohot kareeb aa raha tha, toh mujhe gussa aa gaya. Main aapko wahan se lekar nikal gaya. Raste mein aap thoda emotional ho gayi thin, humne gaadi mein thoda... romance kiya... bas wahi natak, aur phir maine aapko hostel chhod diya.”
Trupti ne chain ki saans li. Use laga ki uska beta use protect kar raha tha. Abhay ke liye jo attraction subah mehsoos hua tha, wo Rahul ki is baat se thoda kamzor pad gaya.
Trupti: (Rahul ke dono gaal pyaar se khinchte hue) “Mera pyara beta! Tu kitna khayal rakhta hai apni Maa ka. I love you.”
Phir Trupti ko yaad aaya ki wo college mein hain aur log unhe Couple samajhte hain. Usne apni ‘Girlfriend’ wali acting jari rakhi aur Rahul ke hothon par ek aur chhota sa Kiss diya.
Trupti: (Tez aawaz mein) “Bye Baby! Class ke baad milte hain.”
Trupti apni kurti ko adjust karte hue, matakti hui chaal ke saath wahan se nikal gayi. Rahul use jaate hue dekhta raha, khush tha ki uska raaz (Vikki aur security officer wala) filhal dafan hai.



Trupti ke jaane ke baad Vikki, jo ab tak chupchap khada tha, Rahul ke paas aaya.
Vikki: (Ghurte hue) “Kya boli teri maal? Kuch yaad hai use kal raat ka? Ya security officer wale ka?”
Rahul: (Muskurate hue) “Nahi bhai, bach gaye. Use kuch yaad nahi. Maine bol diya ki humne bas romance kiya tha. Wo maan gayi.”
Vikki ne Trupti ki jaati hui figure ko dekha. Tight kurti mein Trupti ki hilthi hui gaand use pagal kar rahi thi.
Vikki: (Hotho par jeebh pherte hue) “Saali... kismat achhi hai iski. Kal raat bach gayi, warna aaj chalne layak nahi rehti. Par dekh na Rahul... aaj bhi kya patakha lag rahi hai. Ye sanskari kapdon mein toh aur bhi randi lagti hai.”
Rahul ko bura laga par wo chup raha.
Vikki: “Koi baat nahi... Bakre ki maa kab tak khair manayegi. Iski toh main leke rahunga. Tu bas dekhta ja, agla plan fail nahi hoga.”
Vikki ki aankhon mein abhi bhi wahi bhookh thi, aur Rahul jaanta tha ki ye khel abhi khatam nahi hua hai.


College ke lectures khatam ho chuke the. Shaam ka waqt tha aur suraj dhalne ko tha. Campus ke garden mein thandi hawa chal rahi thi. Trupti, Kriti, Shital aur do aur ladkiyan ek gol ghere mein ghaas par baithi thin. Trupti aaj us Sleeveless Kurti mein qayamat lag rahi thi, aur uske chehre par subah wala hangover ab ek haseen glow mein badal chuka tha.

Baaton ka silsila shuru hua aur ghum-fir kar topic wahi aa gaya— Kal Raat ka Hungama aur Abhay. Kriti, jo Abhay ki madad karne ka waada kar chuki thi, usne baat shuru ki.
Kriti: (Trupti ko kohni maarte hue) “Oye Heroine! Sach bata, kal raat kaisa laga jab Abhay ne filmi hero ki tarah entry maari? Kasam se, jab usne us ladke ko mukka mara na, toh poora pub dekhta reh gaya tha.”
Trupti sharma gayi aur apni kurti ke kinare se khelne lagi. Trupti: “Dhatt... Kriti, tu bhi na! Bas usne madad ki, aur kuch nahi.”
Shital: (Masti mein) “Sirf madad? Arre Trupti, hum andhe nahi hain. Maine dekha tha kaise wo tujhe apni baahon mein lekar dance kar raha tha. Uff... tum dono ki chemistry! Aisa lag raha tha jaise koi Made for Each Other couple dance kar raha ho.”
Ek aur ladki boli: “Haan yaar! Sach kahun Trupti? Bura mat manna, par tu aur Abhay ekdam Perfect Couple lagte ho. Height, personality, looks... sab match karta hai. Wo tujhe kaise protect kar raha tha, jaise tu uski duniya ho.”
Trupti ka chehra sharam se tamatar jaisa laal ho gaya. Usne apne dono haathon se apna chehra dhak liya aur hans padi. Use bilkul waisa hi mehsoos ho raha tha jaise 16 saal ki umra mein hota hai jab saheliyan kisi ladke ke naam se chedti hain.

Kriti ne loha garam dekh kar hathoda maara. Wo chahti thi ki Trupti ke dimaag mein Abhay ke liye soft corner ban jaye.
Kriti: “Yaar Trupti, main tera bhala chahti hoon isliye bol rahi hoon. Rahul theek hai, pyara hai... par wo bacha hai yaar. Wo tujhe wo security nahi de sakta jo Abhay de sakta hai. Abhay ek MARD hai. Dekha nahi kaise usne stand liya tere liye?”
Trupti: (Dheere se, muskurate hue) “Par Rahul mera Boyfriend hai na... main use dhokha kaise de sakti hoon?”
Shital: (Beech mein bolte hue) “Arre dhokha kaisa? Breakup kar le na! Waise bhi college life hai, yahan partners badalte rehte hain. Aur waise bhi, Rahul thoda possessive aur immature lagta hai. Abhay ko dekh... Classy, Rich, Muscular aur tere liye Pagal! Agar main teri jagah hoti na, toh Rahul ko tata-bye-bye bolti aur Abhay ki godh mein ja baithti.”
Sab ladkiyan zor se hans padin. Trupti bhi apni hansi nahi rok payi. Uske dil mein Gudgudi (Butterflies) ho rahi thi. Ek taraf uska beta Rahul tha jo use chup-chap chodta tha, aur doosri taraf Abhay tha jo duniya ke saamne use apna banane ka dam rakhta tha.
Trupti: (Blush karte hue) “Tum log pagal ho gayi ho! Aisa kuch nahi hone wala. Abhay sirf... sirf dost hai.”
Kriti: (Chedte hue) “Haan haan... 'Sirf Dost'. Jiske saath dance karte waqt tu pighal rahi thi. Dekh lena Trupti, ek din tu khud jakar Abhay ko 'Haan' bolegi. Bechara kab se tere peeche laga hai, ek chance toh de de use!”
Trupti ne nazrein jhuka lin, par uske hothon par ek soft smile thi. Wo mana kar rahi thi, par andar hi andar use ye attention, ye comparison, aur Abhay ka wo Macho Image bohot pasand aa raha tha. Wo khud ko ek Teenager Girl samajh rahi thi jiske peeche college ke sabse handsome ladke pade hain.
Door khade hokar Rahul ye sab dekh raha tha. Use sunayi toh nahi de raha tha, par Trupti ka sharmaana aur ladkiyon ka hansna use bata raha tha ki uski Maa ke dimaag mein Abhay ka zeher ghola ja raha hai.


Shaam ki sunehri dhoop ab dheere-dheere dhal rahi thi. Garden mein ladkiyon ki hansi-mazak chal hi rahi thi ki tabhi wahan Abhay apne doston ke group (boys gang) ke saath aa pahuncha. Uske chalne ka andaaz kisi raja jaisa tha, par jaise hi uski nazar Trupti par padi, uske kadam wahi jam gaye.

Aaj Trupti ek alag hi roop mein thi. Usne ek Sleeveless Punjabi Suit (Kurti aur Patiala Salwar) pehna tha. Halka gulabi rang uski gori chamdi par khil raha tha. Gale mein ek patla sa dupatta tha jo hawa mein udd raha tha, aur maathe par ek chhoti si bindi lagi thi.

Abhay ne Trupti ko aksar modern aur hot kapdon mein dekha tha, par aaj ye desi avatar dekh kar uska dil pighal gaya. Vikki aur Rahul usme sirf 'maal' dekhte the, par Abhay ko aaj usme ek ‘Wife Material’ dikha. Use laga jaise ye woh aurat hai jo subah chai ka cup lekar uske bistar par aayegi, jo uska ghar sambhalegi. Uski sadgi mein ek aisi kashish thi jo kisi bhi nangi aurat se zyada powerful thi.

Abhay: (Mann mein) “Yaar... agar ye meri biwi ban jaye, toh zindagi kitni khubsurat ho jayegi. Ye sirf bistar garam karne ke liye nahi, dil mein basane ke liye bani hai.”


Abhay Trupti ke paas aaya. Uski aankhon mein wo waalat (intensity) thi jisne Trupti ko andar tak hila diya.

Abhay: (Naram aawaz mein) “Hi Trupti.”

Trupti: (Palke jhukaate hue) “H..Hi Abhay.”

Trupti ne jab Abhay ki taraf dekha, toh use apne pet mein wahi Butterflies (Titliyan) udti mehsoos huin. Wo ek 40 saal ki aurat aur ek jawan ladke ki Maa thi, par is waqt wo kisi 16 saal ki college girl ki tarah feel kar rahi thi jo apne crush ko dekh kar sharma rahi ho. Uski saansein atak rahi thin.

Sab log wahin ghaas par baith gaye. Baaton ka topic badal kar aane wale College Elections par aa gaya.

Ek Dost: “Bhai log, agle hafte 2nd Year ke liye Class Representative (CR) ke elections hain. Is baar Boys ki taraf se kaun khada hoga?”

Abhay: (Confident hokar) “Boys ki taraf se main khada ho raha hoon. Poori tayari hai. Koi mere saamne tikne wala nahi hai.”

Sabne taaliyan bajayi. Phir Kriti ne shaitani smile ke saath Trupti ki taraf dekha.

Kriti: “Boys ka toh fix ho gaya. Toh Girls ki taraf se Trupti khadi hogi! Kyun girls?”

Baaki ladkiyon ne haan mein haan milayi. “Haan Trupti! Tu best hai, tujhe hi khada hona chahiye.”

Trupti ghabra gayi. Wo yahan padhne aur Rahul par nazar rakhne aayi thi, netagiri karne nahi.

Trupti: (Mana karte hue) “Nahi nahi yaar... main nahi. Mujhe padhai karni hai, assignments poore karne hain. In sab jhamelon mein mujhe koi interest nahi hai.”


Abhay Trupti ke bagal mein hi baitha tha. Usne thoda jhuk kar, taaki sirf Trupti sun sake, ek behad romantic line maari.

Abhay: (Whisper karte hue) “Padhai toh hoti rahegi Trupti... par kya sirf padhai mein hi interest hai? Mujhme bhi interest nahi hai?”

Trupti ka chehra sharam se laal (flustered) ho gaya. Usne hairani aur sharam se Abhay ko dekha. Abhay ki aankhon mein masti aur challenge dono tha. Trupti ki dhadkan tez ho gayi.

Abhay: (Sabke saamne bolte hue) “Arre Trupti, tum tension kyun leti ho? Main hoon na. Tum bas form bharo. Jeetane ki zimmedari meri, aur CR banne ke baad saara kaam bhi main sambhal lunga. Tumhe bas mere saath rehna hoga.”

Abhay ki baat mein ek double meaning tha—‘Saath rehna’. Trupti uske confidence se haar gayi. Use laga ki agar Abhay saath hai toh sab aasaan hoga.

Trupti: (Muskurate hue) “Theek hai... agar tum saara kaam sambhaloge, toh main khadi ho jati hoon. Par jeetne ke baad main sirf naam ki CR rahungi, mehnat tumhe karni padegi.”

“Wohoooo!” Sabne zor se cheer kiya. “Trupti Bhabhi Zindabad!” (kisi ne dheere se kaha par shor mein dab gaya).



Shor-sharabe aur hansi-mazak ke beech, neeche zameen par ek alag hi khel shuru ho gaya tha. Trupti ne apna haath ghaas par rakha hua tha. Abhay ne mauka dekha aur apna haath dheere se khiska kar Trupti ke haath ke paas le aaya.

Pehle uski chhoti ungli (pinky finger) ne Trupti ki ungli ko chhua. Trupti ke shareer mein current daud gaya, par usne haath hataya nahi. Use wo sparsh achha lag raha tha. Dheere-dheere Abhay ne apni ungliyan Trupti ki ungliyon mein phansa di.

Bahar sab log election ki planning kar rahe the, Kriti hans rahi thi, aur yahan Abhay aur Trupti ki ungliyan aapas mein khel rahi thin (playing with fingers). Abhay ka angutha Trupti ki hatheli ko sehla raha tha. Trupti ne darrte hue idhar-udhar dekha, par koi unhe nahi dekh raha tha.
Trupti ne bhi himmat karke apni ungli se Abhay ki ungli ko halka sa dabaya. Ye uski taraf se ‘Haan’ ka ek chupa hua ishara tha. Shaam ki wo thandi hawa, wo election ka shor, aur un dono ke beech ka wo chupa hua sparsh—Trupti ko ehsaas ho gaya tha ki wo ab Rahul ki ‘Maa’ ke role se phisal kar Abhay ki ‘Girlfriend’ banne ki raah par chal padi hai.




College mein maahaul badal chuka tha. Padhai-likhai piche chhut gayi thi aur charo taraf sirf Elections ka shor tha. Deewaron par posters chipkaye ja rahe the, nare lag rahe the, aur groups mein meeting ho rahi thin. Har taraf bas yahi charcha thi ki is baar college ka 'Power Couple' kaun banega.
Rahul aur Vikki, jo apne group ke saath canteen ki taraf ja rahe the, achanak Notice Board ke paas bheed dekh kar ruk gaye. Aaj final Nomination List lagne wali thi.
Vikki: (Cigarette ka dhuan udate hue) “Chal Rahul, dekh lete hain ki kis-kis chutiye ne form bhara hai. Boys side se toh main kisi chamche ko khada kar dunga, par Girls side se apni koi setting honi chahiye taaki attendance ka issue na ho.”
Rahul aur Vikki bheed ko dhakka dete hue aage badhe. Notice Board par 'Section A - Class Representative Candidates' ki list chipki hui thi.
Jaise hi Rahul ki nazar list par padi, uske pairon tale zameen khisak gayi. Uski aankhein fati ki fati reh gayin.

BOYS REPRESENTATIVE: Abhay Pratap Singh GIRLS REPRESENTATIVE: Trupti Sharma
Rahul ka dimaag sunn ho gaya. “Maa? Election mein? Aur mujhe bataya tak nahi?”

Vikki ne bhi wo naam padha aur uska chehra gusse se laal ho gaya. Usne Rahul ka collar pakad kar use bheed se thoda side mein kheencha.
Vikki: (Dahadte hue) “Abey! Ye kya bakchodi hai Rahul? Teri bandi election mein khadi hai, wo bhi Abhay ke panel se? Aur tujhe pata tak nahi?”
Rahul haklate hue bola. Rahul: “Yaar Vikki... sach mein mujhe nahi pata tha. Maa ne... I mean Trupti ne mujhe bataya hi nahi ki wo form bhar rahi hai.”
Vikki ne apna sar peeta. Vikki: “Tu chutiya hai kya be? Tujhe dikh nahi raha ye Abhay ki chaal hai? Wo saala Trupti ko CR (Class Representative) banvana chahta hai taaki wo dono Official Couple ban jayein.”
Rahul: “Isse kya farak padega?”
Vikki: (Rahul ke kandhe par ungli maar kar samjhate hue) “Bohot farak padega! Agar wo dono jeet gaye, toh saal bhar har meeting mein, har event mein, har project mein wo dono saath rahenge. Teachers unhe ek unit ki tarah treat karenge. ‘CR Meetings’ ke naam par wo Trupti ko library aur staff room mein ghanton bitha ke rakhega.”
Vikki ki aawaz mein ab darr aur jalan saaf dikh rahi thi. Vikki: “Aur tujhe pata hai Abhay kaisa hai. Wo Trupti ko emotional baaton mein phansa lega. Agar wo dono CR ban gaye, toh samjh le Trupti tere haath se gayi. Wo use pata lega, aur hum dekhte reh jayenge.”

Rahul ko Vikki ki baat mein sachayi dikh rahi thi. Use wo pal yaad aane lage jab Trupti ne kaha tha ki Abhay ne use bachaya, ya kaise wo Abhay ke saath comfortable hoti ja rahi hai. Aaj bina bataye election mein khada hona is baat ka saboot tha ki Trupti ab Rahul se baatein chupane lagi hai.
Lekin Vikki ke saamne wo kamzor nahi dikhna chahta tha.
Rahul: (Fake attitude dikhate hue) “Tu tension mat le Vikki. Trupti meri hai. Wo kuch bhi kare, control mera hi hai us par. Main abhi jaata hoon aur usse baat karta hoon.”
Vikki: (Sakhti se) “Sirf baat nahi karni hai Rahul. Use bol ki wo Election se apna naam wapas le. Ya fir hamare panel se khadi ho. Par Abhay ke saath bilkul nahi. Agar Trupti ne naam wapas nahi liya, toh main samjhunga ki tu apni bandi ko sambhal nahi sakta.”
Rahul: “Haan haan... main dekh lunga. Wo meri baat nahi talegi.”
Rahul wahan se nikal toh gaya, par uske andar Anxiety (Ghabrahat) ka toofan utha hua tha. Uska confidence hil chuka tha.
‘Mummy ne mujhe kyun nahi bataya? Kya wo Abhay ke itna kareeb aa gayi hain ki ab bete se zyada us par bharosa karne lagi hain? Agar wo CR ban gayi, toh Abhay ke saath roz waqt bitayegi... aur main bas dekhta reh jaunga.’
Rahul ne corridor mein dekha—door Trupti khadi thi. Wo Abhay aur uske doston ke beech mein thi, hans rahi thi, aur Abhay bade haq se uske kandhe par haath rakh kar kuch samjha raha tha. Ye nazara dekh kar Rahul ka khoon khual utha.


Rahul corridor ke ek kone mein deewar se tek lagaye khada tha. Uski nazrein lagatar us mod par tikee thin jahan se Trupti aane wali thi. Abhay ke saath election mein khade hone ki khabar ne Rahul ke andar insecurity aur gusse ki aag bhadka di thi, lekin usne tay kiya tha ki wo Trupti par gussa nikaalne ki bajaye us par apna haq jatayega.
Kuch hi der mein Trupti wahan aayi. Wo tezi se class ki taraf badh rahi thi, haath mein books thi aur chehre par wo naya confidence tha jo Abhay ke saath rehne se aaya tha. Rahul ne aage badh kar achanak Trupti ka haath pakad liya.
Trupti: (Chaukte hue) “Arre! Rahul?”
Rahul ne bina kuch bole use kheencha aur corridor ke andhere kone (corner) mein, seedhiyon (stairs) ke neeche le gaya jahan koi aasani se unhe dekh nahi sakta tha.
Trupti: (Ghabra kar) “Kya hua Beta? Aise kyu kheench rahe ho? Koi dekh lega.”
Rahul ne Trupti ko deewar se sata diya. Uski aankhon mein ek ajeeb si bhookh thi.
Rahul: (Dheemi par gambhir aawaz mein) “Mummy... humne bohot dinon se acting nahi ki hai. Logon ko doubt hone laga hai. Vikki keh raha tha ki aajkal hum couple kam aur maa-beta zyada lagte hain. Agar kisi ko shaq ho gaya toh sab gadbad ho jayegi.”
Trupti ne Rahul ko dekha. Use thoda ajeeb laga kyunki abhi subah hi toh usne Rahul ko kiss kiya tha.
Trupti: “Par Rahul... abhi main late ho rahi hoon class ke liye. Lecture shuru hone wala hai. Ye acting hum baad mein kar lenge na?”
Rahul: (Zidd karte hue) “Nahi! Abhi zaroori hai. Bas 5 minute de do. Please, mana mat karna.”
Trupti apne bete ki zidd ke aage jhuk gayi. Trupti: “Theek hai... jaldi karo jo karna hai.”

Rahul ne Trupti ke shareer ko upar se neeche tak nihara. Aaj uski Sleeveless Kurti kuch zyada hi tight thi. Kurti ka gala (neck) deep tha, jiske wajah se Trupti ke gore-gore boobs ki gehri ghati (cleavage) saaf dikh rahi thi. Pasine ki halki boondein us darar mein chamak rahi thin.
Rahul thoda aur kareeb aaya aur Trupti ki gardan ke paas naak le jakar gehri saans li. Trupti ke jism se aane wali mehengi perfume aur uski apni aurat wali mehak (natural scent) ne Rahul ke dimaag ko sunn kar diya. Wo khushbu seedha Rahul ke lund par asar kar gayi.
Rahul: (Mann mein) “Uff... kya khushbu hai Maa ke jism ki. Aur ye cleavage... mann kar raha hai abhi isme muh daal doon.”
Rahul ka lund paint mein lohe ki rod ban chuka tha. Wo horny ho gaya tha aur ab acting nahi, balki asliyat mein apni Maa ko feel karna chahta tha.





Rahul ne Trupti ki kamar pakdi aur use apne lund se chipka liya. Trupti ki aankhein badi ho gayin. Isse pehle ki wo kuch bolti, Rahul ne apna chehra aage badhaya aur Trupti ke hothon ko apne muh mein bhar liya.
Ye koi soft kiss nahi tha. Rahul ne agle hi pal apni jubaan (tongue) Trupti ke muh ke andar daal di. Trupti thodi jhhijhak (flustered) gayi, usne pehle apne hoth band karne chahe, par Rahul ka josh dekh kar wo pighal gayi.
Dhire-dheere Trupti ne bhi apni aankhein band kar lin aur apne bete ki jubaan ko apni jubaan se takrane diya. Dono ke beech saliva (thook) exchange hone laga. Trupti ke muh se “Mmm...” ki aawaazein aane lagi.
Kiss karte hue Rahul ka ek haath Trupti ki peeth par tha, aur doosra haath ghum kar aage aaya. Rahul ne Trupti ke Left Boob ko kurti ke upar se hi apne panje mein bhar liya.
Usne apni ungliyon ko gadate hue us naram maans ko zor se press (daba) kiya. Trupti ki saansein atak gayin.
Trupti: (Muh ke andar hi) “Mmmphhh... ummm...”
Rahul ne anguthe se nipple wali jagah ko ragda. Trupti ke pairon mein kamzori aane lagi. Wo bhool gayi ki ye acting hai ya sach, wo bas us masculine touch ka maza lene lagi. Uska haath Rahul ke baalon mein chala gaya aur wo use aur zor se apni taraf kheenchi.
College ke kone mein, ek Maa apne hi bete ke saath lip-lock karke khadi thi, aur uska beta uske stanon ko masal kar apni insecurity mita raha tha.


Andhere kone mein wo kiss aur bhi gehra aur wild hota ja raha tha. Rahul ki zabaan Trupti ke munh ki gehraiyon ko naap rahi thi, aur Trupti nasheeli madhoshi mein apne bete ke baalon ko mutthi mein bhiche huye thi. Dono ki saansein tez thi aur dil dhol ki tarah baj rahe the.
Achanak Rahul peeche hata. Dono haamp (gasping) rahe the, unki thook ki ek barik dhaar abhi bhi hothon se judi thi. Trupti ka chehra tamtama raha tha aur uski sleeveless kurti Rahul ki ragad se thodi upar chadh gayi thi.
Rahul: (Aankhon mein gussa late hue) “Mummy... maine notice board dekha. Aap election mein khadi ho rahi hain? Wo bhi us Abhay ke saath?”
Trupti: (Apne baal sambhalte hue) “Haan Rahul... wo doston ne thoda force kiya aur Abhay ne kaha ki wo sab sambhal lega, toh maine haan kar di. Isme bura kya hai?”
Rahul: (Dahaadte hue) “Bura ye hai ki aap abhi ke abhi apna naam Back-off (wapas) lengi! Aapko nahi pata, par Vikki aur mere liye ye bada issue banta ja raha hai. Abhay hamara dushman hai, aur aap uske kandhe se kandha mila kar khadi hongi? Ye nahi chalega!”
Trupti ne hairani se apne bete ko dekha. Use laga tha Rahul khush hoga, par yahan toh wo use order de raha tha. Trupti ne use samjhane ki koshish ki.
Trupti: “Beta, samjho... ye sirf ek college election hai. Isse hamare rishte ya tumhari dosti par kya asar padega? Main bas thoda involve hona chahti hoon...”
Rahul: (Beech mein tokte hue) “Maine keh diya na! Issue create ho raha hai. Vikki mujhse sawal puch raha hai. Aapko election se hatna hi hoga, bas!”
Trupti ki aankhon mein ab gusse ki chamak aa gayi. Ab tak wo Rahul ki har baat maanti aayi thi—chahe wo role-play ho ya jism ki bhookh—par aaj use mehsoos hua ki uska beta uski 'pehchan' hi mita raha hai.



Trupti: (Sakhti se) “Bas Rahul! Bahut ho gaya. Tum bhool rahe ho ki tum mujhse baat kar rahe ho. Tumhare Papa ne mujhe yahan sirf tumhari nigraani ke liye nahi, balki apni adhuri College Life ko dobara jeene ke liye bheja hai.”
Rahul: “Par Mummy...”
Trupti: (Ungli dikhate hue) “Mummy-vummy chhodo! Tum mere behalf par faisle nahi le sakte. Main badi hoon, aur main jaanti hoon mujhe kya karna hai. Agar tum aur tumhara wo ganda dost Vikki mere career ya elections ke beech aaye, toh mujhse bura koi nahi hoga. Main election ladungi, aur Abhay ke saath hi ladungi!”
Rahul sunn reh gaya. Usne pehli baar apni Maa ke chehre par wo 'Alpha Woman' wala rob dekha tha. Trupti ne apna bag uthaya, apni kurti ko ek jhatke se thik kiya aur Rahul ko wahi zaleel halat mein chhod kar gusse mein class ki taraf nikal gayi.
Rahul wahan khada kaanp raha tha. Use darr tha ki agar Trupti nahi maani, toh Vikki use college mein nanga kar dega, aur doosri taraf Abhay uski Maa ko poori tarah apna bana lega.

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Absolutely true. Every individual has the right to their own choices. In nature, even the jungle offers no shelter to weakness—the weakest are often the first to fall. While humans tend to feel sympathy for the weak, history shows that it is always the strongest and most adaptable who prevail.

I’ve written some interesting chapters so far, and as the story moves forward, you’ll see the weak getting overtaken by the powerful—with a fun twist. Things are only going to get more exciting, with plenty of twists, turns, and new characters joining in along the way.

Really happy to see you guys enjoying the story—do drop your comments, they motivate me a lot and push me to write more.

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Next update will be on monday.

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Rahul ko wahi corridor ke andhere kone mein chhod kar Trupti tezi se Ladies Washroom ki taraf badh gayi. Uski high heels ki aawaaz uske gusse ki gawahi de rahi thi. Andar pahunchte hi usne darwaza band kiya aur seedha aaine (mirror) ke saamne khadi ho gayi.

Usne apna chehra dekha. Uske hoth abhi bhi suje hue lag rahe the—Rahul ke us jungli kiss ki wajah se. Usne paani ka chita maara aur towel se apne hothon ko zor se ragda, jaise wo apne bete ki thook aur us gande ehsaas ko mitana chahti ho.




Trupti ki saansein abhi bhi tez thin. Wo khud se hi baatein karne lagi.

Trupti: (Gusse mein badbadate hue) “Uski himmat kaise hui mujhse aise baat karne ki? Wo mujhe order de raha tha? Apni Maa ko order de raha tha?”
Use wo pal yaad aaya jab Rahul ne use zabardasti kiss kiya aur uska boob dabaya. Pehle use wo 'acting' lagta tha, par aaj use ehsaas hua ki Rahul ne hadd paar kar di hai.
Trupti: (Mann mein) “Maine shayad use kuch zyada hi chhoot de di. Maine socha tha ki ye 'Girlfriend' wala natak humein duniya ki nazron se bachayega, par ye toh mere bete ke dimaag par chadh gaya hai. Wo bhool gaya hai ki main uski Maa hoon. Wo mujhe kisi khilone ki tarah treat kar raha hai. Jab chahe kiss kar liya, jab chahe daba diya... Chee!”
Trupti ko apni galti ka ehsaas ho raha tha. Wo 'submission' (samarpan) jo usne dikhaya tha, usne Rahul ko Dominating bana diya tha. Use laga ki Rahul ab uski izzat nahi karta, balki use apni property samajhne laga hai.

Trupti ne thande paani se chehra dhoya aur gehre saans li. Uske dimaag mein kal shaam ki Shital aur Kriti ki baatein goonjnev lagin.
“Rahul possessive hai aur immature hai... tujhe usse breakup kar lena chahiye.”
Trupti: (Aaine mein khud ko dekhte hue) “Shital sahi keh rahi thi. Ye rishta... ye natak... ab Toxic hota ja raha hai. Agar maine ise abhi nahi roka, toh Rahul poori tarah haath se nikal jayega. Aur main yahan apni college life jeene aayi hoon, kisi ke ishare par naachne nahi.”
Trupti ne apni Sleeveless Kurti ko thik kiya aur apni Bindi ko adjust kiya. Uski aankhon mein ek naya nischay (determination) tha.
Trupti: “Bas! Bohot ho gaya. Mujhe Rahul se Breakup kar lena chahiye. Aaj hi main ye natak khatam karungi. Main use bol dungi ki aaj se hum sirf Classmates hain public mein, aur Maa-Beta private mein. Koi GF-BF nahi.”
Usne socha ki agar wo Rahul se alag ho gayi (natak mein), toh wo election bhi aaram se lad payegi aur Abhay ke saath bhi comfortable hokar kaam kar payegi bina kisi rok-tok ke.
Trupti: “Sorry Rahul... par tune apni hadd paar kar di hai. Ab tujhe sabak sikhana zaroori hai.”
Trupti washroom se bahar nikli. Uske chalne mein ab gussa nahi, balki ek thos faisla tha. Wo seedha class ki taraf gayi, jahan Rahul, Vikki aur Abhay sab uska intezaar kar rahe the.

Do-teen din beet chuke the aur college ka maahaul ab kisi tyohar (festival) jaisa ho gaya tha. Padhai puri tarah thapp pad chuki thi aur har taraf sirf Election Campaigning ka shor tha. Deewaron par bade-bade posters, hawa mein udte pamhplets aur dhol-nagadon ki aawaaz ne college ko gher rakha tha.

Is chunavi maidan mein ab do bade panels aamne-saamne the.

1. Team Progress: Jiska chehra the Abhay Pratap Singh (Boys CR) aur Trupti Sharma (Girls CR). Inka agenda tha "Student Welfare aur Discipline".
   
2. Team Power: Jiske leader the Vikki (Boys CR) aur uske saath khadi thi Niti (Girls CR). Niti college ki ek ultra-modern, short skirt pehenne wali aur tez-tarraar ladki thi jo Vikki ki 'chamchi' maani jati thi. Vikki ne Rahul ke mana karne ke bawajood election mein hissa liya tha, sirf isliye taaki wo Abhay aur Trupti ko hara sake aur Trupti ko 'aukat' dikha sake.
   

College ke Activity Hall mein Abhay ki team zor-shor se kaam kar rahi thi. Zameen par bade-bade chart papers phailay hue the, paint ke dabbe khule the aur brushes chal rahe the.
Trupti aaj behad simple par attractive lag rahi thi. Usne ek Yellow Kurti pehni thi aur apne lambe baalon ko ek Messy Bun (juda) mein baandh rakha tha taaki kaam karte waqt baal beech mein na aayein. Uske chehre par halka pasina chamak raha tha jo uski mehnat aur lagan dikha raha tha.
Abhay Trupti ke bilkul paas baitha tha. Wo dono mil kar ek bada banner paint kar rahe the jisme likha tha: "Vote for Trupti".
Abhay: (Muskurate hue) “Trupti, tumhari handwriting kitni sundar hai yaar. Meri toh doctors wali hai, koi padh bhi na paye.”
Trupti: (Hanste hue) “Haan, kyunki main dil se kaam kar rahi hoon, aur tum sirf jeetne ke liye.”
Abhay ne Trupti ko gaur se dekha. Trupti haste waqt kitni masoom lag rahi thi. Abhay ne mazaak mein apna paint wala brush uthaya aur Trupti ki naak (nose) par laal rang ka ek tika laga diya.
Trupti: (Chaukte hue) “Oye! Ye kya kiya?”
Abhay: “Nazar utaar raha tha. Kahin meri hi nazar na lag jaye tumhe.”
Trupti ka dil zor se dhadka. Wo gussa hone ki bajaye sharma (blush) gayi. Usne bhi badle mein apni ungli paint mein duboyi aur Abhay ke gaal par laga di.
Trupti: (Masti mein) “Hisaab barabar! Ab hum dono 'Rangeen' lag rahe hain.”
Dono khilkhila kar hans pade. Unki hansi hall mein goonj rahi thi. Wahan maujood baaki students bhi unhe dekh kar smile kar rahe the. Sabko lag raha tha ki ye dono waqayi Best Couple hain. Trupti, jo pichle kuch dinon se Rahul ke dabav mein thi, aaj Abhay ke saath khul kar saans le rahi thi. Use Rahul ki yaad tak nahi aa rahi thi.




Hall ke darwaze par khade Rahul aur Vikki ye nazara dekh rahe the. Rahul ki mutthiyan bhichi hui thin. Uski Maa, jo uske liye 'maal' aur 'personal property' thi, aaj kisi aur mard ke saath rangon se khel rahi thi aur itni khush thi jitni wo Rahul ke saath kabhi nahi dikhi.

Vikki: (Daant peeste hue) “Dekh raha hai Rahul? Dekh kaise khilkhila rahi hai teri... I mean, teri bandi. Abhay ne toh poora kabza kar liya hai us par. Wo paint laga raha hai aur ye hans rahi hai. Agar main wahan hota toh paint ki jagah kuch aur laga deta.”
Rahul: (Jalan mein) “Chup kar Vikki! Mera dimaag pehle hi kharab hai.”
Udhar Niti, jo Vikki ke bagal mein khadi thi aur chewing gum chaba rahi thi, usne ek nasty comment kiya.
Niti: “Vikki baby, ye Trupti Aunty toh badi fast nikli. Pehle Rahul, ab Abhay. Lagta hai election jeetne ke liye ye kisi ke saath bhi so sakti hai.”
Rahul ne gusse se Niti ko ghura, par wo kuch bol nahi paya kyunki ye wahi image thi jo ab ban rahi thi. Trupti ki khushi Rahul ke liye zeher banti ja rahi thi.




Kaam khatam hone ke baad, Trupti apna bag utha kar bahar nikli. Abhay uske saath-saath chal raha tha. Rahul ne rasta rokne ki koshish ki.

Rahul: (Rukhaapan dikhate hue) “Trupti... suno. Mujhe baat karni hai.”
Trupti ne Rahul ko dekha. Uski aankhon mein ab wo purana darr nahi tha. Usne Rahul ko aise dekha jaise wo koi mamooli classmate ho.
Trupti: (Thande swar mein) “Abhi nahi Rahul. Main Abhay ke saath campaign strategy discuss karne ja rahi hoon. Baad mein milte hain.”
Trupti ne bina Rahul ke jawab ka intezaar kiye, Abhay ke saath aage badh gayi. Abhay ne Rahul ko ek vijayi muskaan (winning smile) di aur Trupti ke kandhe par halka haath rakha.
Rahul wahi corridor mein khada reh gaya. Uski Maa ne pehli baar use ignore kiya tha, wo bhi us ladke ke liye jise Rahul sabse zyada nafrat karta tha. Trupti ki 'GF acting' khatam hone ki kagar par thi, aur 'Real Romance' Abhay ke saath shuru hota dikh raha tha.


Doapher ka waqt tha, college canteen mein shor-sharaba tha. Rahul ek table par akela baitha tha, uska chehra utra hua tha. Uske haath mein mobile tha aur wo baar-baar Trupti ke 'Last Seen' aur 'Blue Ticks' check kar raha tha. Usne subah se 10 calls aur 20 messages kiye the—"Mummy please baat karo", "Sorry baby", "Ek baar milo"—lekin Trupti ne na call uthaya aur na hi reply kiya. Wo poori tarah se use ghost kar rahi thi.

Tabhi Rahul ke kuch doston ka group wahan aaya aur hansi-thitholi shuru ho gayi.
Dost 1: (Rahul ki peeth thaptapate hue) “Kyun bhai Rahul? Aajkal Bhabhi ji dikh nahi rahin tere saath? Suna hai Abhay bhai ke saath kuch zyada hi busy hain election campaign mein.”
Dost 2: (Haste hue) “Arre tujhe nahi pata? Abhay aur Trupti naye 'Power Couple' hain. Rahul ka toh kat gaya bhai! Abhay ne bhari mehfil se chidiya uda li.”
Dost 3: “Sahi mein yaar, kal maine dekha garden mein dono kaise hansi-mazaak kar rahe the. Paint-vaint laga rahe the ek dusre ko. Rahul bhai, tu toh side character ban gaya apni hi Love Story mein.”
Rahul ka khoon khual raha tha, par wo kuch bol nahi paya. Uski aankhein sharam aur gusse se jhuk gayin. Use mehsus ho raha tha ki kaise uska control uski Maa par se phisalta ja raha hai.

Tabhi wahan Vikki aaya. Uska chehra tanaav mein tha. Wo Abhay ke saath lagayi hui shart (Naked Run) ki wajah se pareshan tha. Agar wo haara, toh poore college ke saamne nanga daudna padega, aur ye baat use khaaye ja rahi thi.
Vikki: (Chair khinch kar baithte hue) “Rahul! Tu yahan baitha hai aur wahan Abhay votes bator raha hai. Teri bandi uske gun-gaan ga rahi hai. Agar main haara na, toh tujhe bhi nahi chhodunga.”
Isse pehle ki Rahul kuch bolta, wahan Niti ki entry hui. Niti college ke Trustee ki beti thi, behad ameer aur ghamandi. Usne ek short skirt aur crop top pehna tha, aur haath mein mehnga iPhone tha. Niti ko college mein apni manmani karne ki aadat thi, par jab se Trupti aayi thi, Niti ki popularity kam ho gayi thi. Ladke ab Niti ko chhod kar Trupti ko taadte the, jisse Niti Trupti se Jalan (Jealousy) rakhti thi.
Niti: (Chewing gum chabaate hue) “Oh God Vikki! Tum log abhi tak us 'Aunty' ke baare mein baat kar rahe ho? Mujhe samajh nahi aata ladkon ko usme dikhta kya hai. Budhi ho gayi hai, phir bhi college mein jawani dikhati phirti hai.”
Vikki: “Niti, wo strong opponent hai. Abhay ke saath milkar wo humein hara sakti hai. Humein kuch karna padega.”

Niti ne ek chair li aur bade style se apne pair table par rakh diye. Uski aankhon mein ek shaitani chamak thi.
Niti: “Dekho Vikki, election imandari se nahi, Power aur Politics se jeeta jata hai. Main Trustee ki beti hoon, mujhe pata hai kaise kisi ko girana hai.”
Rahul: (Dheere se) “Kya karogi tum?”
Niti: (Rahul ko ghurte hue) “Tumhari us 'Girlfriend' ka Character dhila kar denge. Kal Open Debate hai auditorium mein. Saare students aur teachers honge. Wahan hum Trupti se aise sawal puchwayenge ki wo sharam se paani-paani ho jaye.”
Vikki: (Dilchaspi lete hue) “Matlab?”
Niti: “Matlab ye ki hum ye afwah (rumor) faila denge ki Trupti ke Deepak Sir (Professor) ke saath chakkar chal rahe hain. Aur kal debate mein main usse puchungi ki wo marks ke liye kaun-kaun se teachers ko khush karti hai. Jab bhari sabha mein uski izzat uchlegi, toh wo ro degi. Uska confidence toot jayega aur wo election se bhaag jayegi.”
Rahul ye sunkar chaunka. Uski Maa ki izzat uchalne ki baat ho rahi thi. Par Vikki ne Rahul ke ghutne par haath rakha.
Vikki: “Sahi plan hai Niti! Rahul, tu emotional mat ho. Soch, jab Trupti wahan sabke saamne zaleel hogi aur royegi, tab Tu entry marna. Tu wahan jakar use sahara dena, uske aansu pochna. Jab duniya uspar thukegi, tab tu uska hero ban jana. Isse wo wapas tere paas aa jayegi aur Abhay ka saath chhod degi.”
Rahul ke dimaag mein ye baat ghar kar gayi. Use laga ki yahi ek tareeka hai Trupti ko wapas pane ka aur Abhay se door karne ka. Uski Maa ki badnaami hogi, par badle mein wo Rahul ke control mein wapas aa jayegi.
Rahul: (Man markar) “Theek hai... par use zyada dukh nahi hona chahiye.”
Niti: (Haste hue) “Oh please Rahul! Jung aur ishq mein sab jayaz hai. Kal dekhna, tumhari Trupti Aunty ka asli chehra kaise utarta hai.”
Teeno ne milkar ye ganda plan banaya. Ek taraf Abhay Trupti ko jeetane ki taiyari kar raha tha, aur doosri taraf Trupti ka apna beta aur uske dushman use bhari mehfil mein nanga (metaphorically) karne ki saazish rach rahe the.


Agla din College Auditorium students se khacha-khach bhara hua tha. Stage par bright spotlights jali hui thin, aur hawa mein tanaav (tension) saaf mehsoos ho raha tha. Aaj Open Debate tha—jahan candidates ko students ke sawalon ka jawab dena tha aur apne opponents se bahas karni thi.

Stage ke Right side par 'Team Progress' khadi thi—Abhay ek sharp Black Shirt aur Grey trousers mein kisi Corporate CEO jaisa lag raha tha. Uske bagal mein khadi thi Trupti, jisne aaj western kapde chhod kar ek Peach colour ki Saree pehni thi. Saree ka pallu elegantly pin kiya hua tha, par uska blouse Sleeveless aur Deep Back wala tha, jo uski 'Sanskari' image mein bhi 'Sex Appeal' ka tadka laga raha tha. Uski kamar ka ek chhota sa hissa saree ke dbang se jhank raha tha.
Left side par 'Team Power' thi—Vikki, jo gusse mein lag raha tha, aur Niti, jo aaj poori tayari ke saath aayi thi Trupti ko zaleel karne ke liye. Rahul audience ki pehli row mein baitha tha, dil thaam kar us pal ka intezaar kar raha tha jab Trupti royegi aur wo stage par jakar use sambhalega.




Debate shuru hui. Shuruat mein normal sawal-jawab huye—canteen ka khana, library ki timings, sports budget. Abhay aur Trupti ne bade suljhe hue jawab diye, jisse audience kaafi impress thi. Vikki ke jawab aggressive the aur Niti bas aankhein ghumati rahi.

Tabhi Anchor ne kaha: “Ab Opponents ek-dusre se sawal puch sakte hain.”
Niti ne turant mic cheen liya. Uski aankhon mein wo shaitani chamak thi jo Rahul aur Vikki ne plan ki thi. Usne Trupti ko upar se neeche tak gandi nazar se dekha.
Niti: (Mic par, sarcastic tone mein) “Mera sawal Miss Trupti se hai. Trupti ji, aap college mein nayi hain, par badi jaldi famous ho gayi hain. Suna hai ki aapke marks assignments submit karne se pehle hi achhe aa jate hain?”
Audience mein Sannata cha gaya. Trupti hairan thi.
Niti: (Aage bolte hue) “Log kehte hain ki Deepak Sir (Professor) aap par kuch zyada hi meherbaan hain. Kya ye sach hai ki aap unke cabin mein 'Extra Classes' ke liye rukti hain? Ya fir aap apne looks aur dressing sense ka fayda utha kar marks bator rahi hain? Kyunki hum jaise students toh padhai karte hain, par aap shayad kuch aur hi...”
Poore hall mein "Oooooo..." aur phus-phusahat shuru ho gayi. Ladke ek-dusre ko dekh kar hansne lage. Vikki smug face banakar khada tha. Rahul apni seat par aage jhuka, soch raha tha ki bas ab Trupti royegi.
Trupti ka chehra sharam se laal ho gaya. Ek Maa hone ke naate, bhari mehfil mein 'Characterless' aur 'Teacher ke saath sone wali' ladki kehlaana uske liye kisi thappad se kam nahi tha. Uski aankhon mein paani aa gaya. Usne socha, 'Ye ladki kitni ghatiya hai.'

Rahul uthne hi wala tha ki Trupti ko sahara de, par tabhi Trupti ne gehra saans liya. Usne apne 40 saal ke jeevan ka anubhav aur Maa wali garima ko ikhatta kiya. Wo royi nahi.
Trupti ne mic uthaya aur Niti ki aankhon mein aankhein daal kar boli.
Trupti: (Shaant aur damdaar aawaz mein) “Niti, mujhe afsos hai ki ek ladki hokar tum doosri ladki ki mehnat aur kabliyat ko uske kapdon aur character se jod rahi ho. Mere marks public hain, aur mere assignments bhi. Agar tumhe lagta hai ki main 'Extra Classes' leti hoon, toh tum kal mere marksheet aur attendance record check kar sakti ho.”
Hall mein sannata tha. Trupti ki aawaz mein kampan nahi, confidence tha.
Trupti: “Rahi baat Deepak Sir ki, toh wo mere pita ki umra ke hain. Aisi ghatiya baatein karke tum meri nahi, balki apni soch ki gandagi dikha rahi ho. Election muddon (issues) par lada jata hai, kichad uchal kar nahi.”
Audience mein se kuch ladkiyon ne taaliyan bajayi. Niti ka daanv ulta pad raha tha, par wo baaz nahi aayi.
Niti: (Chidh kar) “Oh please! Ye emotional drama mat karo. Sabko dikhta hai tum kaise ladkon aur teachers ko apni taraf kheenchti ho. Abhay ko bhi toh tumne apne jaal mein...”

Isse pehle ki Niti Abhay aur Trupti ke rishte par aur kichad uchalti, Abhay ne Niti ke haath se mic lagbhag cheen liya. Abhay ka chehra gusse se tamtama raha tha. Wo Trupti ke aage aa kar khada ho gaya, bilkul ek Dhaal (Shield) ki tarah.
Abhay: (Gusse mein chillate hue) “Bas Niti! Ek shabd aur nahi. Sharam aani chahiye tumhe. Haar ke darr se tum itna neeche gir jaogi, maine socha nahi tha.”
Abhay ne Trupti ke kandhe par haath rakha aur poori audience ko address kiya.
Abhay: “Main Trupti ko pichle kuch mahino se jaanta hoon. Wo is college ki sabse Mehanti aur Decent ladki hai. Agar wo teachers ki respect karti hai ya sabse ache se baat karti hai, toh iska matlab ye nahi ki tum uske character par ungli uthao.”
Abhay ne Vikki ki taraf ungli dikhayi. Abhay: “Aur sun lo Vikki aur Niti... Agar kisi ne bhi Trupti ke baare mein ek bhi ghalat shabd bola, toh mujhse bura koi nahi hoga. Election bhaad mein jaye, main apni Partner ki Izzat par aanch nahi aane dunga. She is pure gold, and you guys are just dust.”
Poore auditorium mein taaliyon ki gadgadahat goonj uthi. "Abhay! Abhay! Abhay!" ke naare lagne lage. Students ko Abhay ka ye protective roop behad pasand aaya.

Trupti hairani se Abhay ko dekh rahi thi. Wo ladka, jise wo kuch din pehle tak sirf ek 'Aashiq' samajhti thi, aaj sabke saamne uski izzat ke liye lad raha tha. Abhay ka chauda seena aur wo gussail chehra Trupti ko behad attractive laga.

Jab shor thoda kam hua, Abhay ne Trupti ki taraf dekha aur dheere se pucha: Abhay: (Bina mic ke) “Tum theek ho na?”
Trupti ki aankhon mein aansu the, par dukh ke nahi, khushi ke. Usne sabke saamne, bina kisi darr ke, Abhay ka haath pakad liya.
Trupti: (Dheere se) “Thank you Abhay. Aaj tumne wo kiya jo... jo koi aur nahi kar paya.”
Ye bolte waqt Trupti ki nazar audience mein baithe Rahul par gayi. Rahul wahi jam gaya tha. Uska plan buri tarah fail ho chuka tha. Wo 'Hero' banne wala tha, par Abhay asli Hero ban gaya tha. Trupti ki aankhon mein Rahul ke liye nirasha thi aur Abhay ke liye bepanah izzat aur attraction.
Rahul ne dekha ki kaise Trupti Abhay ke kareeb khadi ho gayi, uska haath abhi bhi Abhay ke haath mein tha. Uski Maa, jo kal tak uske control mein thi, aaj kisi aur mard ke protection mein mehfooz mehsoos kar rahi thi.


Auditorium mein taaliyon ki goonj abhi bhi hawa mein thirak rahi thi. "Team Progress" ke naare lag rahe the. Trupti stage par khadi thi, uska seena garv aur ek anokhi rahat se phool raha tha. Usne ek nazar niche audience mein baithe Rahul aur Vikki par dali—unke chehre utre hue the, jaise unki saari makkari unhi par bhari pad gayi ho.

Trupti ne palat kar Abhay ko dekha. Abhay abhi bhi gusse mein tha, uski mutthiyan bhichi hui thin, jaise wo abhi bhi Trupti ki dhaal bana ho. Trupti ke dimaag mein purani yaadein bijli ki tarah koundi—kaise college aane ke baad Rahul ne use 'acting' ke naam par har jagah dabaya, kaise Vikki ne bus mein uske saath gandi harkat ki aur security officer wale ke saamne use nanga hone par majboor kiya. Un logo ne use sirf ek 'jism' samjha tha.
Lekin Abhay... sirf Abhay hi tha jisne uski izzat ke liye poore college se panga le liya. Trupti ko mehsoos hua ki uske dil ke kisi kone mein Abhay ke liye dabe paanv pyaar dastak de raha hai. Jab bhi Abhay use dekhta, Trupti ka dil zor se dhadakta, uske pet mein titliyan udne lagti (fluttering), aur wo kisi teenager ki tarah blush karne lagti.
Trupti: (Mann mein) “Kash... kash main shadi-shuda na hoti. Kash meri umra itni zyada na hoti. Agar main sach mein ek jawan ladki hoti, toh shayad main Abhay se be-intehaan pyaar kar baithti. Kitna khush-kismat hogi wo ladki jo iski biwi banegi.”

Dheere-dheere bheed kam hone lagi. Students auditorium se bahar nikal gaye. Rahul bhi gusse mein pair patakta hua bahar chala gaya. Stage par ab sirf Abhay aur Trupti bache the. Spotlight ki halki roshni un dono par pad rahi thi.
Trupti dheere se Abhay ke paas aayi. Uske Peach saree ka pallu hawa mein halka sa lehraya.
Trupti: (Dheemi aur naram aawaz mein) “Thank you Abhay... sach mein. Aaj tumne jo kiya, wo mere liye kisi sapne se kam nahi tha. Maine kabhi nahi socha tha ki koi mere liye aise khada hoga.”
Abhay ki gussail aankhein ab naram pad gayi thin. Usne Trupti ki taraf ek kadam badhaya, unke beech ka fasla ab khatam ho chuka tha.
Abhay: (Ek gehri aur sexy muskaan ke saath) “Trupti... jab duniya tumhari taraf kanch ke tukde phenk rahi ho, toh mera farz banta hai ki main tumhare aage ek deewar ban kar khada ho jaun. Tumhe rone ke liye nahi, hansi bikherne ke liye banaya gaya hai.”
Trupti: (Hans kar, aankhon mein chamak ke saath) “Oh God Abhay! Tum kitne Corny ho. Ye filmi dialogues kahan se seekhte ho? 'Duniya kanch phenk rahi hai'... sach mein?”
Abhay ne Trupti ki aankhon mein dekha, uski nazar Trupti ke hothon par thahri.
Abhay: “Main corny nahi hoon Trupti, main bas ek Aashiq hoon jo apni manzil ke liye kisi se bhi lad sakta hai. Tumhe shayad mazaak lage, par mere liye tumse badhkar kuch nahi hai.”




Trupti ka dil itni zor se dhadak raha tha ki use laga Abhay ko sunayi de raha hoga. Abhay ki baaton ne uske andar ki 'Aurat' ko jagrit kar diya tha. Use laga ki sirf 'Thank you' bolna kafi nahi hai.
Trupti ne himmat jutaayi. Wo thoda aur kareeb aayi, uske jism ki mehak Abhay ke hosh uda rahi thi. Usne apne haath Abhay ke kandhon par rakhe aur halka sa uchak kar apne gulaabi hoth Abhay ke gaal par tika diye.
Wo ek soft aur lamba kiss tha. Trupti ne mehsoos kiya ki Abhay ka gaal thoda garam tha. Abhay ne hairani mein apni aankhein band kar lin. Us ek pal mein Trupti ne apni saari feelings, apna shukriya aur apni dabi hui chahat us kiss mein piro di thi.
Trupti: (Alag hote hue, sharam se laal hokar) “Ye us 'corny' dialogue ke liye tha. Bye Abhay!”
Trupti palti aur apni saree sambhalti hui tezi se stage se niche utar gayi. Wo bhag rahi thi, kyunki use darr tha ki agar wo ek pal aur ruki, toh shayad wo Abhay ke gale lag jati aur sab sach ugal deti.
Abhay wahi khada reh gaya, apne gaal par haath rakhe jahan Trupti ne kiss kiya tha. Uske hothon par ek vijayi aur sachi muskaan thi.
Abhay: (Dheere se) “Ab toh tum meri ho kar rahogi, Trupti Sharma.”
Door parde ke piche se Rahul ne ye sab dekh liya tha. Uske chehre par ab dard nahi, balki ek shaitani junoon tha. Use samajh aa gaya tha ki uski 'Maa' ab uske haath se nikal kar Abhay ki 'Mehbooba' ban chuki hai.

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Election mein ab sirf 15 din bache the, par college ka maahaul poori tarah badal chuka tha. Debate ke baad Abhay aur Trupti ki popularity aasmaan chhu rahi thi. Har taraf "Team Progress" ke charche the. Vikki apne room mein band hokar deewaron par mukke maar raha tha. Use apni haar saaf dikh rahi thi, aur usse bhi zyada darr use us shart se lag raha tha jisme use nanga daudna tha.
Vikki: (Gusse mein phufkarte hue) “Madarch**d! Ye Rahul toh kisi kaam ka nahi nikla. Apni bandi ko sambhal nahi paya, ulta wo saali Abhay ki godh mein baith gayi hai. Ab agar mujhe jeetna hai, toh mujhe hi is khel ko ganda karna padega.”
Vikki ne apna ek secret drawer khola aur wahan se ek puraana phone nikala. Usne phone on kiya aur gallery mein gaya. Wahan ek video file thi jiska thumbnail dekhte hi uski aankhon mein shaitani chamak aa gayi. Ye wahi MMS tha jo usne us raat SUV mein banaya tha, jab Trupti nashe mein dhut thi aur Rahul uske boobs choos raha tha aur Vikki apna lund uske haath mein diye baitha tha.
Vikki ne ek naya Unregistered SIM Card phone mein dala. Usne video ka ek 10-second ka chota sa clip edit kiya—is clip mein saaf dikh raha tha ki Trupti ka blouse khula hua hai, uske gore boobs bahar hain, aur wo nasheeli aankhon se Vikki ki taraf dekh kar muskura rahi hai.
Vikki: “Ab dekh Trupti Aunty... tera ye sanskari chola kaise utarta hoon.”
‘Click...’ Video Trupti ke number par send ho gaya.

Trupti us waqt hostel ke apne room mein baithi thi. Wo bohot khush thi. Wo Abhay ke us 'Heroic' bachav aur stage par diye gaye us kiss ke baare mein soch kar muskura rahi thi. Wo aaine mein dekh kar apni nayi zindagi ke sapne bun rahi thi.
‘Ting...’ WhatsApp par ek message aaya.
Trupti ne halke-fulke mood mein phone uthaya. Screen par ek anjaan number se video file thi. Usne socha shayad koi election ka promotion hoga. Usne video play kiya... aur agle hi pal uske haath se phone chhoot kar bed par gir gaya.
Trupti ka chehra safed pad gaya, jaise uske jism ka saara khoon nichod liya gaya ho. Uski saansein atak gayin. Usne kaanpte hathon se phone wapas uthaya aur dubara video dekha. Uski aankhein fati ki fati reh gayin.



Video dekhte hi Trupti ke dimaag mein us raat ki dhundhli yaadein bijli ki tarah koundne lagin. Use yaad aaya ki Club ke baad wo Rahul ke saath gaadi mein baithi thi... use yaad aaya ki use bohot zyada garmi lag rahi thi (Viagra ka asar)... use yaad aaya ki koi doosra mard bhi wahan tha...
Trupti: (Rote hue, thartharati aawaz mein) “Nahi... ye nahi ho sakta. Ye kab hua? Main... main us haalat mein...?”
Use ab dhire-dhire yaad aa raha tha ki us raat sirf Rahul nahi tha. Wo dusra haath... wo dandi... wo Vikki tha! Trupti ko mehsoos hua ki uske pairo tale zameen khisak gayi hai. Wo jis izzat ke dam par Abhay ke saath CR banne ke sapne dekh rahi thi, wo izzat ab kisi ke phone mein qaid thi.
Uski aankhon ke saamne apna parivaar, Sanjeev aur poora college ghoom gaya. Agar ye video leak ho gaya, toh wo kahin muh dikhane layak nahi rahegi. Use samajh aa gaya ki ye kaam Vikki ka hai, kyunki Rahul use kabhi aise blackmail nahi karta.
Trupti: (Mann mein) “Mera beta... Rahul... wo bhi us gaadi mein tha? Usne mujhe roka kyun nahi? Usne mujhe is haalat mein dekhne diya? Kya wo bhi isme shamil tha?”
Trupti apne room mein akeli tadapne lagi. Wo darr se tharthara rahi thi. Uska confidence, uski khushi, sab mitti mein mil chuka tha. Tabhi phone par ek aur message aaya:
“Kya hua Madam? CR banna hai ya poore college ki Randi? Kal subah 9 baje canteen ke piche milo... warna ye video poore college ke group mein hoga.”

Trupti ke kamre mein sannata khaufnaak tha, par uske dimaag mein ek toofan utha hua tha. Wo ghabrayi hui thi, par usse kahin zyada wo gusse mein thi. Usne apna dupatta sambhala aur kisi zakhmi sherni ki tarah hostel se nikal kar seedha Rahul ke PG (Paying Guest) room ki taraf bhaagi. Raste bhar uski aankhon se aansu behte rahe, par un aansuon mein ab jalan thi.

Rahul apne room mein bed par leta hua tha, shayad Trupti aur Abhay ke us stage wale kiss ke baare mein soch kar sulag raha tha. Tabhi darwaza kisi ne zor se dhakka dekar khola. Saamne Trupti khadi thi—baal bikhre hue, aankhein surkh laal aur haath mein thartharata hua mobile.

Rahul: (Hadbada kar uthte hue) “Mummy? Aap? Is waqt yahan... kya hua?”

Trupti ne koi jawab nahi diya. Wo tezi se aage badhi aur bina kuch soche-samajhe poori taqat se Rahul ke gaal par ek zor-daar thappad (Slap) raseed kar diya.

‘CHAAATAAAAKKKK!’
Sannate mein thappad ki goonj Rahul ke kaano ko sunn kar gayi. Rahul apne gaal par haath rakhe hairani se apni Maa ko dekhne laga.



Trupti: (Chillaate hue, rote hue) “Ye kya hai Rahul? Ye kya hai??”
Usne phone ki screen Rahul ke muh ke saamne kar di. Video clip chal rahi thi. Rahul ka chehra safed pad gaya. Uske hosh ud gaye ki ye video Vikki ne Trupti ko bhej diya hai.
Trupti: “Tumne mere saath jo kiya... acting ke naam par, GF-BF ke naam par... maine sab saha. Maine socha mera beta hai, shayad bhatak gaya hai. Par apne gande dost ke saamne mujhe nanga kar diya? Chiiiii Rahul! Thoo hai tumhari aisi mardangi par!”
Rahul: “Mummy... meri baat suniye... wo...”
Trupti: (Uski baat kaat-te hue) “Kya sunun? Ki mera beta hi meri izzat ka sauda kar raha tha? Tumhe sharam nahi aayi Vikki ko wo sab karne dene mein? Kya lagta hai tumhe? Agar ye video tumhare Papa (Sanjeev) ke paas pahunch gaya, toh kya hoga? Unki izzat, meri izzat, sab mitti mein mil jayegi. Hum kahin muh dikhane layak nahi rahenge!”
Trupti zameen par baith gayi aur foot-foot kar rone lagi. Uska garv, uska naya mila hua confidence, sab uske bete ki hawas ne kuchal diya tha.
Trupti: “Tune sirf apne maze ke liye apni Maa ko ek Randi bana diya Rahul... tune mujhe kahin ka nahi chhoda.”

Trupti ko aise zameen par tut-te hue dekh kar Rahul ke andar ka beta achanak jaag utha. Use pehli baar ehsaas hua ki usne hawas ke chakkar mein kya anarth kar diya hai. Vikki par uska bharosa toot chuka tha. Wo bhag kar Trupti ke paas gaya aur uske ghutno par gir gaya.
Rahul: (Rote hue) “Mummy... please roiye mat. Mujhse bohot badi galti ho gayi. Main pagal ho gaya tha. Maine socha tha ki Vikki bhai hai mera, wo video delete kar dega... mujhe nahi pata tha wo itna gira hua niklega.”
Rahul ne Trupti ke haath pakadne ki koshish ki, par Trupti ne piche hat kar use nafrat se dekha.
Rahul: “Main sab theek kar dunga Maa! Main abhi Vikki se baat karta hoon. Wo video main delete karwa kar hi dam lunga. Wo mujhe blackmail nahi kar sakta. Aap himmat mat haariye... please.”
Trupti sirf sisakti rahi. Use samajh aa gaya tha ki jis bete ke liye wo is college mein aayi thi, wahi uski zindagi ka sabse bada dushman ban gaya hai. Use ab na Rahul par bharosa tha, na Vikki par. Use sirf ek hi chehra yaad aa raha tha jo use is dal-dal se nikaal sakta tha—Abhay.
Lekar Trupti darr rahi thi... agar Abhay ko ye sach pata chala, toh kya wo use ab bhi waisi hi izzat dega?

Kamre mein chhai khamoshi Trupti ki siskiyon se bhari thi. Rahul apne gaal par haath rakhe zameen par baitha tha, wahi thappad ki jalan ab uske dil tak pahunch rahi thi. Trupti ne apne aansu ponche aur ek gehri saans li. Use pata tha ki rone se izzat wapas nahi aayegi. Usne dekha ki Rahul poori tarah toot chuka hai aur pachtave mein jal raha hai, par ab us par bharosa karna maut ko dawat dene jaisa tha.
Trupti: (Bhari par thos aawaz mein) “Thappad toh maine maar diya Rahul... par isse wo video mitti mein nahi milega. Tumne aur tumhare us kamine dost ne milkar meri zindagi ka sauda kiya hai.”
Rahul: (Rote hue) “Mummy, main Vikki ke paas jaunga... main uska gala daba dunga par video le lunga.”
Trupti: (Nafrat se) “Tum kuch nahi karoge! Tumhari wajah se hi main aaj yahan hoon. Tum jaoge toh wo tumhe aur dabayega. Ab is gandi keechad se main khud nikalungi.”

Trupti ne kaampte hathon se apna phone uthaya aur Abhay ka number dial kiya. Rahul hairani se apni Maa ko dekh raha tha. Uske liye ye sabse bada jhatka tha ki uski Maa ab uske dushman se madad maang rahi hai.
Abhay: (Phone uthate hi, fikar se) “Hello Trupti? Itni raat ko? Sab theek toh hai na? Tumhari aawaz aisi kyun lag rahi hai?”
Trupti: (Apne jazbaaton ko kaabu mein rakhte hue) “Abhay... mujhe tumhari zaroorat hai. Vikki... usne kuch gandi harkat ki hai. Kya tum abhi mujhse mil sakte ho? Hostel ke piche wale garden mein?”
Abhay: (Gusse aur junoon mein) “Uski itni himmat? Tum bas 5 minute ruko Trupti, main wahan pahunch raha hoon. Woh kutta agar tumhare aas-paas bhi dikha toh main use zinda nahi chhodunga. Don't worry, main hoon na.”
Trupti ne call kaat diya. Abhay ki aawaz mein jo bharosa tha, usne Trupti ko wo himmat di jo Rahul kabhi nahi de paya.

Trupti khadi hui aur apna dupatta sahi kiya. Usne Rahul ki taraf dekha, par uski aankhon mein wo Maa wala pyaar nahi, balki ek anjaan ladke ke liye nafrat thi.
Trupti: (Cold tone mein) “Sun lo Rahul... aaj se aur abhi se ye GF-BF wala ganda natak band. Aaj ke baad college mein tum sirf mere ek Classmate ho, usse zyada kuch nahi. Agar tumne mujhse baat karne ki koshish ki, ya mujh par haq jataya, toh main poore college ko bata dungi ki tumne apni Maa ke saath kya kiya hai.”
Rahul: (Gid-gidate hue) “Mummy please... aisa mat kijiye. Main sudhar jaunga...”
Trupti: “Apni hadd mein rehna seekho. Aaj tumne apne baap ki izzat aur apni Maa ka bharosa, dono kho diya hai. Ab main ja rahi hoon, aur tum mere piche nahi aaoge. Is gandi saazish ko main aur Abhay dekh lenge.”

Trupti muddi aur bina piche dekhe kamre se nikal gayi. Rahul bed par dher ho gaya. Usne mehsoos kiya ki uske haath se saari taqat nikal gayi hai. Wo 'Control' jo wo apni Maa par chala raha tha, wo hawas jo wo acting ke naam par poori kar raha sab khatam ho chuka tha. Wo apni hi Maa ki nazron mein ek ganda mard ban kar reh gaya tha.
Udhar Trupti hostel ke piche wale sunsaan garden ki taraf tez kadmon se badh rahi thi. Use darr tha, sharam thi, par usse bhi zyada ek umeed thi. Use pata tha ki Abhay uske character par sawal nahi uthayega, balki uski dhaal banega.
Door se use Abhay ki bike ki headlight chamakti dikhi. Trupti ki dhadkan tez ho gayi. Aaj wo ek Maa ban kar nahi, balki ek bebas aurat ban kar Abhay ki baahon mein panah lene ja rahi thi, jahan Vikki ka wo kaala sach hamesha ke liye dafan hone wala tha.

Hostel ke piche wala garden sannaate mein dooba tha, sirf jhinguron ki aawaaz us khamoshi ko cheer rahi thi. Trupti ek purane ped ke neeche khadi tharthara rahi thi, tabhi Abhay ki bike ka engine band hua. Wo tezi se Trupti ki taraf badha, uske chehre par fikar aur gusse ka ek ajeeb mishran tha.

Trupti ko dekhte hi Abhay ne uske kaampte hue haathon ko thaam liya. Trupti ne himmat jutaayi aur use sab bataya—lekin bohot sambhal kar. Usne Rahul ke saath apne rishte ka sach (Maa-Beta) chupa liya. Usne bas itna kaha ki us raat party ke baad wo Rahul ke saath thi, aur Vikki ne dhoke se wo video bana liya. Usne ye bhi jhooth bola ki Rahul ko bhi nahi pata ki ye sab kab aur kaise hua, taaki Rahul ki izzat bachi rahe.

Jab Abhay ne suna ki Vikki ne Trupti ko wo clip bhej kar blackmail kiya hai, toh uski aankhon mein khoon utar aaya. Usne ek zor ka mukka paas lage ped par mara.
Abhay: (Daant peeste hue) “Us kutte ki itni himmat? Wo samajhta kya hai khud ko? Ek ladki ki izzat ka sauda karega wo? Trupti, tum bas naam lo, abhi jaakar uska sar faad deta hoon aur uska phone wahi tod dunga!”
Trupti: (Ghabra kar uske haath pakadte hue) “Nahi Abhay! Aisa mat karna. Agar tumne uspar hamla kiya, toh wo gusse mein video viral kar dega. Poore college mein meri thoo-thoo ho jayegi. Humein dimaag se kaam lena hoga.”
Abhay thoda shant hua. Use samajh aa gaya ki Trupti sahi keh rahi hai. Ye sirf gusse ka nahi, balki Trupti ki aabru ka sawal tha. Agar Vikki nanga hone ki shart se darr raha tha, toh wo Trupti ko barbad karne ke liye kisi bhi hadd tak ja sakta tha.



Abhay ne Trupti ko apne aur kareeb kheencha, uska ek haath Trupti ki kamar par tha aur doosra uske sar par. Usne Trupti ki aankhon mein dekha, jahan darr aur umeed dono thin.
Abhay: (Gehri aur vishwas-bhari aawaz mein) “Theek hai... agar wo ganda khelna chahta hai, toh niyam (rules) ab main taye karunga. Trupti, tum bilkul mat darna. Wo video kabhi bahar nahi aayega, ye mera waada hai tumse.”
Donon ke beech kaafi der tak dhimi aawaz mein baatein hoti rahin. Abhay ne Trupti ko ek poora plan samjhaya. Usne bataya ki kaise Vikki ko usi ke jaal mein phansana hai. Usne Trupti ko kuch instructions diye—kise milna hai, kya bolna hai, aur kab tak shant rehna hai.
Abhay: “Jaisa maine kaha hai, bas waisa hi karna. Kal subah jab tum canteen ke piche usse milogi, toh tum akeli nahi hogi. Meri nazrein tum par hongi.”
Trupti ne bas haan mein sar hila diya. Use Abhay ki baaton mein ek aisi shakti mehsoos hui jo use Rahul ke saath kabhi nahi mili thi. Abhay use sirf protect nahi kar raha tha, balki use ladne ke liye taiyaar kar raha tha.

Abhay ne Trupti ka chehra apne haathon mein liya aur uske maathe par ek chhota sa, pakeeza kiss kiya. Ye kiss hawas wala nahi, balki ek 'Promise' tha.
Abhay: “Ab jao, aur sukoon se so jao. Kal ka suraj Vikki ke liye andhera lekar aayega.”
Abhay apni bike par baitha aur tezi se nikal gaya. Trupti wahi khadi rahi, use door jaati hui bike ki tail-light ko dekhti rahi. Uski aankhon mein jo thodi der pehle aansu the, ab wahan ek Aatm-vishwas (Confidence) ki chamak thi. Use pata tha ki Abhay ke hote hue koi uska baal bhi banka nahi kar sakta.
Wo hostel ki taraf palat gayi. Usne thaan liya tha ki ab wo shikar nahi banegi, balki Abhay ki dhaal ke piche se Vikki ka khatma karegi.

Agli subah suraj nikalne ke saath hi Trupti ki aankhein khul gayin. Raat bhar use neend nahi aayi thi, darr aur ghabrahat thi, par Abhay ke waade ne use ek ajeeb si taqat di thi. Aaj use 'Shikaar' nahi, balki 'Chara (Bait)' banna tha.
Abhay ke plan ke mutabiq, Trupti ko aaj kuch aisa pehenna tha jise dekh kar Vikki ka dimaag aur bhi kharab ho jaye, taaki wo josh mein hosh kho baithe.

Trupti ne wardrobe khola aur ek White Bodycon One-Piece Dress nikali. Ye dress usne college aane se pehle kharidi thi par kabhi pehne ki himmat nahi ki thi, kyunki ye hadd se zyada bold thi.
Jab Trupti ne wo dress pehni, toh aaine mein apna aks dekh kar wo khud sharma gayi. Wo dress uske jism par kisi doosri chamdi ki tarah chipak gayi thi. Uski fitting itni tight thi ki Trupti ke 38-inch ke bhare hue boobs ka shape saaf ubhar kar aa raha tha. Dress ki lambai uske ghutno se kaafi upar thi, jisse uski chikni, dudhiya safed aur gudaaz jaanghein (milky white fleshy thighs) poori tarah expose ho rahi thin.
Gale ka cut deep tha, jisme se uski cleavage ki ghati saaf jhank rahi thi. Trupti ne apne baalon ko khula rakha jo uske nange kandhon par gir rahe the. Pairon mein usne High Heels pehni, jisse uski pindliyan (calves) aur bhi sexy lagne lagin aur uski chaal mein ek jaanlewa lachak aa gayi. Hothon par Dark Red Lipstick lagakar usne apne look ko complete kiya.
Aaj wo ek 40 saal ki Maa ya 21 saal ki student nahi, balki ek chalti-phirti Sex Bomb lag rahi thi.
Trupti: (Aaine mein khud ko dekh kar, gehri saans lete hue) “Ye sab Abhay ke liye... aur meri izzat ke liye. Himmat rakh Trupti, aaj Vikki ka khel khatam hoga.”



Trupti hostel se nikli aur college campus mein dakhil hui. Subah ka waqt tha, students groups mein khade the. Jaise hi Trupti corridor se guzri, ladkon ki gardanein ghum gayin. Har koi muh khol kar us Safed Pari ko ghoorne laga. Rahul ne bhi door se apni Maa ko is avataar mein dekha aur uska muh khula ka khula reh gaya, par Trupti ne kisi ki taraf nahi dekha.
‘Ting...’
Phone par Vikki ka message aaya:
"Wow baby! Aaj toh white dress mein qayamat lag rahi ho. Mujhse sabr nahi ho raha. Jaldi Canteen ke piche aa jao, wahan koi nahi hai."
Trupti ne message padha aur uske chehre par ghrina (disgust) aa gayi. Usne chhota sa reply kiya: "Ok."
Wo canteen ki taraf badhi. Canteen ke saamne bheed thi, shor-sharaba tha. Par canteen ke piche ka hissa bilkul alag tha—wahan ghane Neem aur Ashok ke ped the, jhariyan thin aur aksar couples wahan chupe rehte the. Subah ke waqt wahan sunsaan tha.

Trupti ne canteen ki building ko cross kiya aur piche wale kachche raaste par aayi. Uski heels ki ‘Tik-Tak... Tik-Tak’ aawaaz sannate mein goonj rahi thi. Hawa mein pedon ki sarsarahat thi.
Wo thoda andar gayi, par koi dikha nahi. Use darr lagne laga. Kya Vikki koi nayi chaal chal raha hai?
‘Ting...’ Ek aur message:
"Daro mat raani... thoda aur aage aao. Ghane pedon ke beech."
Trupti ne apni dress ko neeche kheenchne ki koshish ki, jo chalne ki wajah se thodi upar chadh gayi thi. Wo darrte hue aage badhi.
Tabhi, do bade pedon ke beech, ek chhaya (shadow) hilte hue dikhi. Trupti ruki.


Samne wale ped se tek lagaye Vikki khada tha. Usne jeans aur black T-shirt pehni thi. Wo bade aaram se wahan khada tha, haath mein phone tha aur chehre par ek gandi, jeetne wali muskaan thi.
Vikki ki nazrein Trupti ke chehre par nahi, balki uski nangi taango (legs) aur ubhre hue seene par atki thin. Wo kisi bhookhe bhediye ki tarah Trupti ko taad raha tha.
Vikki: (Hotho par jeebh pherte hue) “Haaye... Sahi mein Trupti, maan gaye teri jawani ko. Photo mein toh tu hot lag hi rahi thi, par aaj asliyat mein toh tu barood lag rahi hai. Aaja, mere paas aaja.”
Trupti wahi jam gayi. Vikki ka wo look dekh kar use ulti aane lagi, par use yaad tha ki Abhay aas-paas hi hai. Usne ek gehri saans li aur Vikki ki aankhon mein dekha.

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Canteen ke piche wale sunsaan ilake mein Trupti darrte-darrte aage badhi. Pedon ki ghani chhaon ne suraj ki roshni ko rok rakha tha, jisse wahan ek ajeeb sa andhera aur thandak thi. Trupti ki high heels sookhe patton par aawaaz kar rahi thi. Jaise hi wo us bade ped ke paas pahunchi jahan Vikki khada tha, usne rukne ki koshish ki.
Lekin Vikki ke sabr ka baandh toot chuka tha. Usne Trupti ko apne paas aate dekha aur bina koi warning diye, kheench kar use apni baahon mein bhar liya.
Trupti: (Cheekhte hue) “Ahhh... chodo mujhe! Ye kya kar rahe ho?”
Vikki ne Trupti ki nazuk kamar ko apne mazboot haathon se jakad liya. Trupti chhutne ke liye chhatpatane lagi (struggle karne lagi), uski White Bodycon Dress mein qaid uska jism Vikki ke sharir se ragad khane laga.
Vikki: (Kaan mein fusfusate hue) “Shhh... itna tadpo mat meri jaan. Ab toh tum aa hi gayi ho.”

Trupti ne gusse mein Vikki ko dhakka dene ki koshish ki, par tabhi Vikki ne apna doosra haath Trupti ke chehre ke saamne kiya. Uske haath mein mobile tha aur screen par wahi kaala sach (video clip) chal raha tha.
Video mein Trupti ki nashiili aankhein aur khula hua blouse dekh kar Trupti ekdum shant ho gayi. Uski chhatpatahat ruk gayi. Uski aankhon mein aansu bhar aaye.
Trupti: (Rote hue, gidgidate hue) “Vikki... please band karo ise. Delete kar do ye sab. Meri zindagi kharab ho jayegi. Agar mere ghar par ya college mein kisi ne ye dekh liya toh main mar jaungi.”
Vikki ne mobile wapas jeb mein dala aur zor se hansa. Uski hansi mein shaitaniyat thi.
Vikki: “Hahaha! Zindagi toh abhi shuru hui hai Trupti. Itni aasani se delete kar doon? Is video ki keemat toh chukani padegi na.
Vikki ne Trupti ki thodi (chin) pakad kar uska chehra upar uthaya. Trupti ki aankhein aansuon se bhari thin, par Vikki ko usme sirf apni jeet dikh rahi thi. Usne apna chehra neeche jhukaya aur Trupti ke kaampte hue hothon par apna munh rakh diya.
Trupti ne pehle apne hoth bhich liye, par Vikki ne gusse mein uski kamar par chiunti kaati (pinched), jisse dard ke maare Trupti ka munh khul gaya. Vikki ne turant apni jeebh (tongue) Trupti ke muh mein thoos di.
Vikki Trupti ke muh ko buri tarah se raund raha tha. Wo Trupti ki jeebh ko apni jeebh se lapet raha tha aur use kheench kar choos raha tha. Trupti ko ghutan ho rahi thi, par plan ke mutabiq use ye bardasht karna tha.
Vikki ne kiss toda aur apni jeebh se apne hoth chaate.
Vikki: (Muskurate hue) “Wah! Kya sweet taste hai tera. Bilkul shahad jaisi hai tu. Tere hothon mein toh nasha hai.”



Abhi Trupti sambhal bhi nahi payi thi ki Vikki ne use ghumaya aur uska chehra ped ke taane (trunk) ki taraf kar diya. Trupti ke dono haath ped par tik gaye. Uska pichla hissa (back) ab Vikki ki taraf tha.
Vikki ne Trupti ki kamar pakdi aur use zor se piche ki taraf kheencha, taaki Trupti ki bhari hui gaand (buttocks) seedha Vikki ke crotch (jaanghon ke beech) se sat jaye.
Trupti ki saansein atak gayin jab use mehsoos hua ki Vikki ke jeans ke andar kuch behad sakht aur garam cheez uski gaand par dabav daal rahi hai. Vikki ka lund poori tarah tan chuka tha aur lohe ki rod jaisa sakht tha.
Vikki ne apni pelvis (kamar) ko aage dhakela aur Trupti ki gaand par apna lund ragadna (grind) shuru kiya.
Trupti: (Sisak kar) “Vikki... nahi... yahan nahi... koi aa jayega...”
Vikki: (Nashe mein) “Koi nahi aayega. Aaj main tujhe yahi ped ke sahare khada karke chodunga. Mehsoos kar rahi hai na? Dekh kitna tadap raha hai ye tere liye.”
Trupti ki patli white dress us sakhti ko rok nahi pa rahi thi. Use Vikki ke lund ka har inch apne buttocks ki darar (crack) par mehsoos ho raha tha. Vikki apna chehra Trupti ki gardan mein ghusa kar use chatne laga aur neeche se dhakke maarne laga.




Canteen ke piche ke us sunsaan kone mein Trupti Vikki ke changul mein phansi hui thi. Ped se tike hone ki wajah se wo piche hat bhi nahi sakti thi. Vikki poori tarah haavi tha. Wo Trupti ki White Bodycon Dress ke upar se hi uske bhare hue boobs ko buri tarah daboch raha tha. Uski ungliyan Trupti ke naram maans mein gad rahi thin.
Neeche, Vikki apna jeans mein tana hua lund Trupti ki gaand ki darar par zor-zor se ragad raha tha. Kapdon ke bawajood Trupti ko uski sakhti (hardness) mehsoos ho rahi thi. Vikki janwaron ki tarah gurra raha tha.
Trupti: (Ghabra kar, virodh karte hue) “Vikki... ye galat hai! Bas karo... ruk jao please. Koi aa jayega.”
Jab Vikki nahi ruka, toh Trupti ne himmat karke use dhakka diya.
Trupti: “Door hato mujhse! Warna main chilla dungi. Poore college ko ikhatta kar lungi.”

Vikki ne Trupti ki dhamki sunte hi ek shaitani hansi hansi. Usne turant apni jeans ki zip kholi aur apna laal-surkh, tana hua lund bahar nikal liya. Usne Trupti ka haath pakda aur zabardasti apne lund ke paas le gaya.
Trupti ne haath jhatakne ki koshish ki. Trupti: “Chee! Hato...”
Vikki: (Aankhein dikhate hue) “Chilla Trupti! Zor se chilla. Par yaad rakhna, wo jo video mere paas hai na? Usme toh tu bade maze se ise masal rahi thi. Jab wo video sab dekhenge, toh log sochenge ki tu chillayi kyun thi? Rate kam mila isliye?”
Trupti ke muh se aawaaz nikalni band ho gayi. Wo video uski gardan par latakti talwar thi. Usne apni haar maan li.
Vikki ne dobara Trupti ka haath pakda aur apne garam lund par rakh diya. Trupti ki ungliyan jaise hi us par lagi, wo sihar uthi. Usne mehsoos kiya ki Vikki ka lund uske pati Sanjeev se kahin zyada bada aur mota tha. Uski motai (girth) itni thi ki Trupti ki mutthi mushkil se band ho pa rahi thi.
Vikki: (Muskurate hue) “Kya hua baby? Pasand aaya? Chal ab meri jaan... ise hila. Ise shant kar.”

Trupti ne anchahe mann se, apni aankhein band karke, Vikki ke lund ko up-down stroke (hilana) shuru kiya. Vikki ne apna sar piche phenk diya aur maze se siskaari bhari.
Vikki: “Ohhh yes... aise hi... thoda zor se...”
Vikki ko maza aa raha tha. Usne Trupti ko chumte hue apna ek haath uski White Dress ke gale (neckline) se andar daal diya. Trupti ki bra ke cup ko neeche khiskate hue usne Trupti ke nange breast ko pakad liya.
Vikki Trupti ka nipple masalne laga aur neeche Trupti uska lund hila rahi thi. Dard, sharam aur ek ajeeb si sharirik uttejna (physical arousal) ne Trupti ko gher liya tha.
Kuch der tak ye chalta raha. Vikki ka saans fulne laga. Shayad wo pre-cum chhod chuka tha ya thoda shant ho gaya tha. Usne Trupti ka haath roka.
Vikki: “Ahhh... bas bas... abhi poora nahi nikalna. Abhi toh bohot khel baaki hai.”



Vikki wahan pade ek tute hue bench/ped ke taane par baith gaya aur usne Trupti ko kheench kar apni godh (lap) mein bitha liya. Trupti ki nangi jaanghein Vikki ki jeans par thin.
Trupti: (Dheere se) “Jo karna tha wo kar liya na? Ab please wo video delete kar do.”
Vikki zor se hansa aur Trupti ki kamar par haath phiraane laga.
Vikki: “Itni jaldi nahi jaaneman. Delete karunga, par meri Teen Shartein (3 Conditions) hain. Wo poori karni padengi.”
Trupti ne darrte hue pucha: “Kaisi shartein?”
Vikki: “Pehli shart... Rahul ko chhod de. Aaj hi breakup kar le us chutiye se. Waise bhi wo tere layak nahi hai.”
Trupti ne rahat ki saans li, ye toh wo waise bhi karne wali thi.
Vikki: “Dusri shart... Kal se tu meri Girlfriend banegi. College mein sabke saamne tu mere saath ghumegi, mere saath baithegi.”
Trupti ka dil baith gaya. Vikki ki GF banna matlab apni izzat ka janaza nikalna tha.
Vikki: (Gambhir hokar) “Aur Teesri... sabse zaroori shart.”
Usne Trupti ki aankhon mein dekha. Vikki: “Election ke aakhri din... Speech wale din... Tu stage par jayegi aur sabke saamne royegi. Aur tu sabko batayegi ki Abhay ne zabardasti karne ki koshish ki hai. Tu Abhay par 'Molestation' ka ilzaam lagayegi.”

Trupti sunn reh gayi. Abhay... wo ladka jo uski dhaal bana hua tha, uspar itna ghinona ilzaam?
Trupti: “Nahi... main ye nahi kar sakti. Abhay ne meri madad ki hai.”
Vikki: “Toh phir wo video viral hone ke liye taiyaar reh.”
Vikki ne Trupti ke White Dress ke upar se hi uske boobs ko zor se dabaya, itni zor se ki Trupti ke muh se “Ahhh...” nikal gaya.
Vikki ne apna chehra Trupti ki gardan mein ghusaya aur wahan jama paseena (sweat) apni jeebh se chatne laga. Trupti ka poora shareer tharthara (shuddered) gaya. Darr ke maare aur Vikki ke is dominant touch se Trupti ki body ne dhokha de diya.
Uski panty geeli (wet) hone lagi. Uski body mein ek ajeeb si Excitement daud gayi thi. Wo darr rahi thi, par uska jism is zabardasti par respond kar raha tha.
Vikki: (Gardan chat-te hue) “Soch le Trupti... Abhay ki izzat ya teri izzat? Faisla tera hai.”



Canteen ke piche ke us ghane sannate mein hawa ka rukh badal raha tha. Vikki, jo abhi tak Trupti ko dara raha tha, ab uski godh mein baithi Trupti ke chehre par aaye badlav ko dekh kar hairaan tha. Trupti ne apne aansu ponch liye the. Uski aankhon mein ab darr ki jagah ek gehri chaal (calculation) dikh rahi thi.
Trupti ne Vikki ke kandhe par haath rakha aur uski aankhon mein dekha. Usne faisla kar liya tha ki zeher ko zeher se hi kaatna padega. Abhay ne use samjhaya tha ki Vikki jaise insan ko tabhi haraya ja sakta hai jab use lage ki wo jeet raha hai.
Trupti: (Apni saansein kaabu mein karte hue) “Theek hai Vikki... main tumhari saari shartein manne ko taiyaar hoon. Rahul se breakup, tumhari girlfriend banna, aur Abhay par ilzaam lagana. Main sab karungi.”
Vikki ke chehre par ek vijayi muskaan phail gayi. Par Trupti ne apni ungli uske hothon par rakh di.
Trupti: (Thoda nakhre se) “Lekin... meri bhi ek shart hai. Ya kaho ki ek Deal hai.”
Vikki: (Bhouhein chada kar) “Kaisi deal?”

Trupti ne apne White Bodycon Dress mein qaid apne jism ko thoda aage khiskaya, jisse uska seena Vikki ke seene se touch hone laga.
Trupti: “Dekho Vikki, agar main Abhay ko dhokha de rahi hoon, toh mujhe bhi toh kuch milna chahiye na? Mujhe bhi CR (Class Representative) banna hai. Mujhe bhi college mein Power chahiye.”
Vikki dhyan se sun raha tha.
Trupti: “Agar maine aaj hi announce kar diya ki main tumhari GF hoon, toh log mujhe vote nahi denge. Aur agar main haari, toh Niti jeet jayegi. Kya tum chahte ho ki tumhare barabar mein wo chipku Niti khadi ho? Ya tum chahte ho ki Main tumhare saath CR banun?”
Vikki ne socha—Niti use waise bhi pasand nahi thi. Trupti jaisi hot aurat agar uske bagal mein CR bankar khadi hogi, toh uska rutba aur badh jayega.
Trupti: “Isliye... hum ye raaz ki main tumhari GF hoon, ye Election ke ek din pehle kholenge. Tab tak main Abhay ke saath rehne ka natak karungi taaki mujhe votes milein. Last moment par main palat jaungi, Abhay par ilzaam lagaungi, aur hum dono jeet jayenge. Niti bahar, aur hum dono andar. Manzoor hai?”
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Vikki kuch pal shant raha, phir wo zor se thahaka maar kar hansa. Usne Trupti ki kamar ko zor se pakda aur use apni taraf kheencha.
Vikki: (Haste hue) “Maan gaye Trupti ji! Maan gaye! Main toh tujhe sirf ek bholi-bhali Maa samajhta tha, par tu toh badi Shaatir Khiladi nikli. Sahi khel gayi tu.”
Vikki ne Trupti ke nange jaanghon (thighs) par haath phera.
Vikki: “Mujhe pata tha baby... tu bhi andar se meri jaisi hi hai. Power ki bhooki aur matlabi. Ye duniya ke saamne bas Sati-Savitri hone ka natak kar rahi hai. Asliyat mein tu bhi utni hi Randi hai jitna main Kamina hoon.”
Trupti ke dil par ye shabd teer ki tarah lage—'Randi', 'Matlabi'. Par usne apne chehre par shikan nahi aane di. Ye uske 'Plan' ka hissa tha.

Trupti ne apne hothon par ek kareeb laane wali muskaan (seductive smile) sajayi. Usne apna chehra aage badhaya aur Vikki ke hothon par ek halka sa, naram Kiss kar diya.
Trupti: (Whisper karte hue) “Sahi pehchana tumne... ab jab hum partner ban hi gaye hain, toh partnership pakki honi chahiye na?”
Vikki us kiss se pagal ho gaya. Usne Trupti ko wapas kiss karne ki koshish ki, par Trupti machal kar piche hat gayi aur Vikki ki godh se uth khadi hui.
Trupti: (Dress thik karte hue) “Abhi nahi... control karo. Ab humein plan par kaam karna hai. Koi dekh lega.”
Vikki abhi bhi us kiss ke nashe mein tha. Usne Trupti ko upar se neeche tak taada—uski white dress, uske curve, aur uski shatirana muskaan.
Vikki: “Ja baby... jee le apni zindagi kuch din aur. Par yaad rakhna, Election ki raat tu sirf meri hogi. Us raat is 'CR' ki kursi ke saath-saath main tujhe bhi todung




Trupti ne palat kar Vikki ko 'Bye' kiya aur wahan se nikal gayi. Jaise hi wo canteen ke piche wale raaste se bahar aayi aur bheed-bhaad wale area mein pahunchi, uske chehre ki muskaan gayab ho gayi.
Usne zor se apni saansein chhodi. Uska dil ghabrahat se dhak-dhak kar raha tha. Usne turant apna phone nikala aur ek message type kiya:

To Abhay: "Kaam ho gaya. Wo maan gaya hai. Usne mujhe time de diya hai."
Trupti ne piche mud kar us andhere kone ki taraf dekha jahan Vikki abhi bhi apni 'Jeet' ka jashn mana raha tha. Vikki ko lag raha tha ki Trupti uski jaisi hai, par use nahi pata tha ki Maa ka roop dharan karke Trupti ne aaj use usi ke jaal mein phansa liya hai.
Lekin ek baat Trupti ko pareshan kar rahi thi—Vikki ke touch se aur uske 'Sati-Savitri' wale taane se uske andar kuch Dark Emotions jaag gaye the. 

Dophar ka waqt tha. Lectures khatam ho chuke the aur students ka hujoom corridor aur canteen area mein jama tha. Trupti apni saheliyon—Kriti aur Shital—ke saath khadi thi. Aaj uski White Bodycon Dress aur subah ke us 'kaand' ke baad uske chehre par ek alag hi tevar (attitude) tha. Wo hans rahi thi, par uski hansi mein ab ek pathrila-pan tha.

Tabhi bheed ko cheerte hue Rahul wahan aaya. Uska chehra utra hua tha, aankhein suji hui thin aur wo behad pareshan lag raha tha. Subah jo thappad aur zillat use mili thi, usne use tod diya tha.
Rahul: (Trupti ke paas aakar, dheere se) “Trupti... please, mujhe baat karni hai. Sirf 2 minute.”
Trupti ne apni saheliyon ki baat beech mein roki aur Rahul ki taraf palat kar dekha. Uski aankhon mein ab wo 'Maa' wali naramiyan nahi, balki ek anjaan aurat ki sakhti thi.
Trupti: (Zor se, taaki aas-paas ke log sun sakein) “Kya baat karni hai Rahul? Maine kaha tha na mujhe pareshan mat karna.”

Rahul ne Trupti ka haath pakadne ki koshish ki, jaisa wo hamesha karta tha.
Rahul: “Suno na... I am sorry. Main sab theek kar dunga. Please aise behave mat karo.”
Trupti ne jhatke se apna haath chhudaya. Ye pehli baar tha jab usne public mein Rahul ko itni buri tarah jhatka tha.
Trupti: (Chillaate hue) “Haath mat lagana mujhe! Bohot ho gaya tumhara drama. Main tumhari is Possessiveness aur Shakk se tang aa chuki hoon. Tumhe kya lagta hai, main tumhari property hoon? Jahan jaungi piche-piche aaoge?”
Aas-paas ke students ruk gaye. "Team Power" aur "Team Progress" ke supporters sab dekhne lage. Vikki bhi door khada hokar ye nazara dekh raha tha, chehre par santushti thi.
Rahul: (Ghabra kar) “Aisa nahi hai... main bas...”
Trupti: “Bas Rahul! It's Over. Aaj aur abhi se humare beech sab khatam. Mujhe tumhare saath koi rishta nahi rakhna. Aaj se hum sirf classmates hain. Meri zindagi mein dakhal dena band karo.”
Rahul ke pairo tale zameen khisak gayi. Usne socha tha Trupti gusse mein hai, maan jayegi. Par yahan toh usne bhari mehfil mein rishta hi tod diya.
Rahul: “Trupti... soch lo... log kya kahenge...”
Trupti: “Logon ki parwah tum karo. Mujhe ghutan hoti hai is rishte mein. Get out of my life!”
Trupti ne ungli dikha kar Rahul ko jaane ka ishara kiya. Rahul ki aankhon mein aansu aa gaye. Wo be-izzat hokar wahan khada reh gaya. Saamne khadi ladki uski Maa thi, par aaj wo duniya ke liye uski 'Ex-Girlfriend' ban chuki thi jisne use reject kar diya tha.
Rahul ne sar jhukaya aur bheed ke beech se chupchap nikal gaya. Piche students mein phus-phusahat shuru ho gayi— “Oye! Breakup ho gaya bhai... Rahul ka kat gaya!”




Jaise hi Rahul gaya, Abhay wahan aa pahuncha. Uske chehre par ek sukoon aur khushi thi. Rahul ka raaste se hatna Abhay ke liye sabse badi jeet thi—chahe wo election ke liye ho ya Trupti ko paane ke liye.
Abhay seedha Trupti ke paas gaya aur bina kisi jhijhak ke uska haath tham liya.
Abhay: (Naram aawaz mein) “You okay? Zyada drama toh nahi hua?”
Trupti ne ek gehri saans li aur Abhay ki taraf dekh kar muskurayi. Rahul ke jane ke baad use dukh hona chahiye tha, par ajeeb baat ye thi ki use Aazadi (Freedom) mehsoos ho rahi thi.
Trupti: “Main theek hoon Abhay. Jo bojh tha, wo utar gaya.”
Kriti aur Shital ne bhi Trupti ko support kiya. Kriti: “Acha kiya Trupti! Wo Rahul vaise bhi psycho lagta tha. Ab tu free hai.”
Abhay ne Trupti ke kandhe par haath rakha aur use bheed se thoda door le gaya. Dono ek saath chal rahe thi, bilkul ek Power Couple ki tarah. Vikki door se dekh kar khush ho raha tha ki uska plan kaam kar raha hai (ki Trupti Abhay ke close ja rahi hai taaki baad mein dhokha de sake), lekin use ye nahi pata tha ki Trupti aur Abhay ke beech ki ye nazdikiyaan asli hoti ja rahi thin.
Abhay: (Chalte hue) “Tumne bohot himmat dikhayi Trupti. Rahul ka chapter close. Ab bas Vikki bacha hai. Uska ilaj bhi jald hoga.”
Trupti: (Abhay ke kareeb hokar) “Jab tak tum saath ho, mujhe kisi ka darr nahi.”
Dono ke beech ki chemistry dekh kar pure college ko lagne laga tha ki Trupti ne Rahul ko chhod kar Abhay ko chun liya hai. Aur sachayi bhi yahi thi—Trupti ka dil ab poori tarah Abhay ki taraf jhuk chuka tha.


Trupti ke haathon bhari bheed mein be-izzat hone ke baad Rahul kisi zakhmi kutte ki tarah Canteen ke piche wale sunsaan ilake mein baitha tha. Uske saamne Vikki khada tha, jo cigarette peete hue Rahul ko dilaasa dene ka dhong kar raha tha.

Vikki: (Dhuan udate hue) “Koi na yaar Rahul... dil chhota mat kar. Wo saali Trupti tere layak thi hi nahi. Dekh lena, tera bhai uska aisa haal karega ki wo khud tere paero mein gir kar maafi maangegi. Ise toh main patak kar jam ke chodunga, aur video bana kar tujhe bhejunga taaki tera kaleja thanda ho.”
Rahul chup raha. Usne Vikki ko ye bilkul nahi bataya ki Trupti ko us video ke baare mein pata chal chuka hai aur wo (Trupti) Vikki ki dhamki se darr kar hi uske saath deal kar rahi hai. Rahul ke andar Vikki ke liye bhi gussa ubal raha tha. Usne socha— ‘Saale kamine, meri Maa ki video banayi tune? Tujhe lagta hai tu use chodega? Main tujhe bhi dekh lunga aur us Trupti ko bhi.’ Par abhi wo Vikki se panga lene ki halat mein nahi tha, isliye usne jhoothi haan mein sar hila diya.
Rahul: (Man maar kar) “Jaisa tujhe thik lage bhai... bas mujhe wo roti hui dikhni chahiye.”




Vikki ne Rahul ke kandhe par haath rakha. Vikki: “Chhod ye sab. Cheer up kar be! Tujhe pata hai na apne group mein ladkiyon ki kami nahi hai. Bol, aaj raat kiska number lagana hai? Koi bandi chodni hai kya? Mood fresh ho jayega.”
Rahul soch mein pad gaya. Uska ego hurt tha, use kisi na kisi par apna gussa aur hawas nikaalni thi. Tabhi use Shital ka chehra yaad aaya—Trupti ki saheli, jo abhi kuch der pehle breakup ke waqt us par hans rahi thi.
Rahul: “Vikki... wo Shital... uska kya scene hai? Wo toh Abhay ke group mein hai na, uska BF bhi wahi hai. Tune use kaise apne group mein fasaya?”
Vikki shaitani hansi hansa. Vikki: “Arre, sab MMS ka khel hai mere bhai. Maine uska bhi ek kaand pakad liya tha. Ab wo meri mutthi mein hai. Jab bulaun, aa jati hai.”
Rahul ki aankhon mein hawas ki chamak aa gayi. Use laga ki agar wo Shital ko chodega, toh Trupti aur Abhay dono se badla lene jaisa sukoon milega.
Rahul: “Toh phir aaj raat Shital ko mere room pe bhej de. Saali bohot hans rahi thi mujh par. Aaj uski hansi cheekhon mein badalni hai.”
Vikki: “Done! Aaj raat Shital teri. Faad dena saali ki.”

Abhi wo ye deal pakki kar hi rahe the ki wahan Niti aayi. Wo hamesha ki tarah beparwah aur ghamandi lag rahi thi.
Niti ka look aaj behad bold aur chic tha. Usne ek Neon Green Crop Top pehna tha jo kaafi chhota tha, jisse uski flat, toned belly aur gehri nabhi (navel) saaf dikh rahi thi, jisme ek Silver Piercing chamak rahi thi. Neeche usne ek Black Denim Mini Skirt pehni thi jo itni chhoti thi ki uski lambi, chikni taangein (legs) poori tarah expose ho rahi thin.
Niti ka figure Trupti ki tarah bhara-pura (curvy) nahi tha, balki wo kisi Supermodel ki tarah slim aur fit thi. Uski skin makhan jaisi smooth thi aur attitude kisi Rajkumari jaisa. Usne aankhon par branded sunglasses lagaye hue the aur muh mein chewing gum chaba rahi thi.
Niti: (Sunglasses neeche karke Rahul ko ghurte hue) “Oye Breakup Boy! Bohot natak ho gaya tumhara. Rona-dhona band karo aur election campaign mein lag jao. Waise bhi achha hua wo 'Gawar Aunty' (Trupti) chali gayi. Badi 'Sati-Savitri' ban rahi thi.”
Niti ki baaton mein Trupti ke liye zahar tha. Wo bina Rahul ke jawab ka intezaar kiye wahan se mud gayi.



Niti jab mud kar jaane lagi, toh uski Mini Skirt piche se thodi uth gayi thi. Rahul ki nazrein Niti ki sexy, tight aur shape mein bani hui gaand par tik gayin. Niti ki chaal mein jo akad (arrogance) thi, usne Rahul ke hurt ego ko challenge kar diya.
Rahul ko laga ki Trupti toh ab haath se nikal gayi, par agar wo is Trustee ki ghamandi beti ko jhuka de, toh uska badla poora ho jayega.
Jab Niti thodi door nikal gayi aur use sunayi nahi de sakta tha, Rahul ne Vikki ki taraf dekha.
Rahul: (Ghurte hue) “Vikki... mujhe iski bhi leni hai. Is Niti ki akad bistar par todni hai.”
Vikki zor se hansa aur Rahul ki peeth thaptapayi.
Vikki: “Ohho! Sapne dekhna achhi baat hai Rahul. Par ye aag ka dariya hai. Iski toh Main bhi aaj tak nahi le paya. Trustee ki beti hai, aur badi tez hai. Par agar tu try karna chahta hai toh kar le, maza aayega dekhne mein.”
Vikki hanste hue wahan se chala gaya. Rahul wahi khada reh gaya, Niti ki hilthi hui kamar ko dekhta hua.
Uske dimaag mein ab sirf badla ghoom raha tha. Use Trupti ko rulana tha, Vikki ko dhokha dena tha, aur Niti ki akad todni thi. Rahul ne thaan liya tha ki ab wo Seedha Beta nahi, balki ek Shikaari banega.

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Shaam gehra chuki thi. Vikki ke hostel room mein dhundhli roshni thi aur hawa mein cigarette ke dhuyein ki mehak thi. Rahul ek chair par baitha tha, pair failaye hue, haath mein ek beer ki bottle liye. Uski aankhein laal thin aur dimaag mein Trupti dwara ki gayi be-izzati ka shor goonj raha tha. Vikki bed par let kar phone mein kuch scroll kar raha tha.
‘Thak... Thak...’
Darwaze par ek dabi hui dastak hui. Vikki ke chehre par ek shaitani muskaan aa gayi. Usne Rahul ko ishara kiya aur bola: “Aa gayi teri dawa.”
Darwaza dheere se khula aur Shital andar aayi. Shital, jo humesha Kriti aur Trupti ke peeche chupi rehti thi, aaj akeli kisi bakri ki tarah sher ki gufa mein aayi thi.

Shital ek Small Town Girl thi—behad seedhi-saadhi aur simple. Aaj usne ek halka Blue Cotton Salwar Kameez pehna tha, jisme koi fancy cut nahi tha. Uske baal ek seedhi choti (braid) mein bandhe the aur chehre par koi makeup nahi tha. Wo dikhne mein kisi college ki innocent ladki jaisi lag rahi thi.
Par uski aankhon mein behisaab darr tha. Wo darwaze ke paas hi khadi ho gayi, apne dupatte ko zor se pakad kar nichod rahi thi. Use Vikki se khauf aata tha, kyunki Vikki ke paas uska koi aisa raaz tha jiske bahar aane se uski duniya khatam ho sakti thi.
Vikki: (Bade pyaar se par khatarnak tone mein) “Aaja... Aaja meri jaaneman. Wahan darwaze par kyun khadi hai? Ye tera hi kamra hai.”
Shital ke kadam bhari the, par wo majboori mein aage badhi. Shital: (Kaampte hue) “Vikki... mujhe kyun bulaya hai? Maine... maine toh sab kiya jo tumne kaha tha.”

Vikki uth kar Shital ke paas aaya. Shital piche hatne lagi par deewar aa gayi. Vikki ne apna haath Shital ke gaal par rakha aur apni ungli dheere-dheere fislaate hue uske hothon (lips) tak le gaya.
Vikki: “Kyun bulaya? Arre, dost ko yaad karne ke liye wajah chahiye kya?”
Shital: (Rone jaisi aawaz mein) “Vikki please... rehem karo mujh par. Tumne pichli baar jo karwaya tha... Trupti ki drink mein wo goli milana... mujhe abhi tak darr lagta hai. Agar kisi ko pata chala ki wo kaam maine kiya tha toh main barbad ho jaungi. Ab bas karo please.”
(Yahan khulasa hua ki us raat Club mein Trupti ki drink Shital ne hi spike ki thi, Vikki ke kehne par).
Vikki zor se hansa aur Shital ke baalon ki lat ko apni ungli mein lapet liya.
Vikki: “Toh kya hua? Wo toh purani baat hai. Dekh Shital, tu meri ghulam hai. Jab main bulaun, tujhe aana padega. Aaj mera dost Rahul bohot udaas hai. Trupti ne dil toda hai iska. Toh tera farz banta hai ki tu ise thanda kare.”




Isse pehle ki Shital kuch samajh paati, Vikki ne use baazu se pakda aur zor se dhakka diya.
Shital seedha jakar Rahul ki godh (lap) mein giri. Rahul, jo kab se is pal ka intezaar kar raha tha, usne turant Shital ko apni mazboot baahon mein jakad liya taaki wo bhaag na sake.
Shital: (Ghabra kar) “Ahh! Rahul... chodo mujhe... ye kya kar rahe ho?”
Rahul ne Shital ki aankhon mein dekha. Uski aankhon mein jo darr aur seham (vulnerability) tha, usne Rahul ke hurt ego ko sukoon diya. Trupti aur Niti ne use nicha dikhaya tha, par ye ladki... ye uske neeche thi, kamzor thi.
Rahul: (Shital ke kaan ke paas) “Chilla mat Shital. Vikki ne bheja hai tujhe. Ab shant ho ja.”
Rahul ne bina waqt ganwaye apna chehra aage badhaya aur Shital ke hothon ko wildly kiss karna shuru kar diya. Ye kiss pyaar wala nahi, gusse aur dominance wala tha.

Shital ne pehle apna muh pherne ki koshish ki, par Rahul ki pakad bohot sakht thi. Usne Shital ki kamar ko zor se dabaya. Shital ko pata tha ki agar usne mana kiya toh Vikki uska raaz khol dega.
Majboori mein Shital dheli pad gayi. Rahul uske hothon ko nichod raha tha, apni jeebh uske muh mein daal raha tha. Shital ne virodh karna band kar diya, wo bas aankhein band karke aansu baha rahi thi.
Rahul ka haath Shital ke suit ke upar se uske stanon (boobs) par gaya aur unhe masalne laga. Shital ke muh se dabi hui siskiyaan nikalne lagin—jo maze ki kam aur dard ki zyada thin.
Shital: (Kiss ke beech mein) “Mmmhhh... Rahul... pl... please...”
Rahul ko Shital ka ye darr aur uski soft body bohot pasand aa rahi thi. Wo Trupti ka badla is bholi ladki ke jism se le raha tha. Vikki saamne khada hokar muskura raha tha, ye dekh kar ki kaise usne ek shareef ladki ko apne doston ke liye 'rakhel' bana diya hai.



Vikki apne room se bahar corridor mein aa gaya. Piche darwaza band karte waqt usne ek baar andar jhaanka jahan Rahul kisi bhookhe janwar ki tarah Shital par toot pada tha. Vikki ke chehre par ek shaitani sukoon tha. Usne apni jeb se cigarette ka packet nikala, ek cigarette honthon mein dabayi aur lighter jalaya. Dhuyein ka ek lamba kash lene ke baad usne apna phone nikala.
Uska agla shikaar, yaani Trupti, uske dimaag mein ghoom rahi thi. Subah ki white dress wali mulakat aur wo handjob use abhi bhi garam kiye hue tha.
WhatsApp Message (Vikki to Trupti):

Kaisi ho meri jaan? Kya kar rahi ho? Tumhara ye naya Malik tumhe bohot miss kar raha hai."
Hostel mein Trupti apne bed par baithi thi. Usne message padha aur ghin se naak sikodi. Par use Abhay ka plan yaad tha—Vikki ko ye feel karana hai ki wo jeet raha hai.
Reply (Trupti to Vikki):

"Bas abhi room mein aayi hoon, change karne ja rahi thi."

Vikki:

"Change kar rahi ho? Toh thoda 'Teaser' toh dedo mujhe. Pata toh chale meri 'Future GF' akele mein kaisi lagti hai. Mood bana do yar..."
Trupti ne socha ki agar ab mana kiya toh Vikki ko shaq ho sakta hai. Usne ek gehri saans li, apne baalon ko bikhraya aur apne chehre par ek jhoothi kaamukta (fake seduction) laayi.

Trupti:

Theek hai... Wait karo. Ek 'Sweet Teaser' bhejti hoon. Par kisi ko dikhana mat."

Kuch hi minutes baad Vikki ke phone par 'Beep-Beep' hua. Do photo messages aaye the. Vikki ne utsukta se screen open ki.

Pehli tasveer bathroom ke aaine (mirror) ke saamne li gayi thi. Trupti ne kapde utaar diye the aur sirf ek Safed Tauliya (White Towel) apne jism par lapet rakha tha.

[*]Towel uske Underarms ke niche se bandha hua tha, jisse uske gore, bhare hue stanon ka upari hissa (upper cleavage) poora ubhar kar dikh raha tha.
[*]Uske baal geele the aur kandhon par bikhre hue the, jaise wo abhi fresh hokar nikli ho.
[*]Chehre par usne ek Pout banaya hua tha aur apni ek ungli apne hothon par rakhi hui thi, jaise wo Vikki ko chup rehne ka ishara kar rahi ho. Uski aankhon mein ek inviting nasha tha.




Dusri tasveer bed par let kar, upar se neeche ke angle (top-down view) se li gayi thi.Trupti ne ek Black Satin Nighty pehni hui thi jo behad chhoti thi.
[*]Usne apne dono pair (legs) ghutno se mod kar bed par faila rakhe the, jisse uski makkhan jaisi chikni aur gudaaz jaanghein (milky fleshy thighs) poori tarah expose ho rahi thin.
[*]Nighty ka gala (neck) dheela hone ki wajah se, uske boobs ki gehri ghati saaf nazar aa rahi thi. Caption mein likha tha: "Sirf tumhare liye... Goodnight baby."



Vikki in tasveeron ko dekh kar paagal ho gaya. Usne photo ko zoom karke Trupti ki thighs aur cleavage ko ghoora. Uska lund paint mein hi akad gaya.
Vikki: (Khud se baat karte hue) “Uff... Kya maal hai yaar ye Trupti. Iski photos hi banda maarne ke liye kaafi hain. Ruko tum, election ke baad is nighty ko phaad kar tumhe nanga karunga.”
Tabhi uske kaano mein kamre ke andar se kuch aawaazein aayi.
“Nahi... Rahul... ahhh... dard ho raha hai... please dhere...” (Shital ki roni aawaaz) “Chup kar saali... maza le... aaj tu hi meri Trupti hai...” (Rahul ki gurrahat) “Thap... Thap... Ahhh...” (Jism ke takrane ki aawaazein)
Vikki ne darwaze ki taraf dekha aur zor se hansa. Use andar ho rahi zabardasti aur bahar chal rahe sexting se ek ajeeb sa sadistic maza aa raha tha.
Vikki: “Lage raho bhai... Tera badla andar poora ho raha hai, aur mera badla bahar taiyaar ho raha hai.”
Vikki ne Trupti ko ek Kiss Emoji bheja aur Shital ki siskiyon ko background music ki tarah sunte hue, seeti bajata hua corridor se nikal gaya.