[Deepak_bull]

CHAPTER 15



Gajendra meri mom ko randi banane ki training de raha hai, lekin
 main isse hone nahi doonga.





Main hallway ke andhere mein aur chhup nahi sakta tha; sab kuchh ka bojh mujhe peeche ke darwaze
 se bahar dhakel raha tha. Main chupke se yard se guzar kar gali mein nikal aaya. Mujhe pata tha 
Gajendra kahan rehta hai — mohalle ke shaant hisse mein uska bada bungalow, hamare ghar se zyada 
door nahi, saaf-suthra bagicha aur unchi deewarein jo uske dhandon se aayi daulat chillati thi. 


Kuchh keh raha tha ki woh wahi jayenge; maa ghar par nahi rukegi jab daadi-dada so rahe honge paas 
mein. Mujhe khud dekhna tha, yeh khaufnaak sapna sach hai ya nahi. 

Uske ghar ke paas chupke pahunchna apni hi zindagi mein chor banne jaisa lag raha tha. Main andhere 
mein chipka raha, sadak ke bijli ke khambe se door, jinke lambe tez ujaale sadak par mujhe ilzaam 
laga rahe the. 

Darwaza band tha, lekin side ka rasta ek chhoti deewar tak le gaya jise main chupke se paar kar sakta
 tha, dil kaan mein dhadak raha tha jaise dhol. Bagiche mein dheere se utra, phir living room ki khidki
 ki taraf badha. Parda thoda khula tha, andar ki garam roshni se ek chhota sa nazara mil raha tha. 

Jab maine jhaanka, saans ruk gayi. Wahan the: maa aur Gajendra, uske mahange chamde ke sofa set par
 baithe, woh aish-o-araam wala samaan jo abbu kabhi hamare chhote ghar ke liye khareed nahi sakte. 
Maa uske bagal mein chhoti aur kamzor lag rahi thi, abaya pehne hue lekin veil dheela, kaale baalon ki
 kuchh latain bahar nikal aayi thi. 

Gajendra, saaf shirt aur pant mein, paas jhuka hua, haath unke beech
 ke cushion par rakh kar, jaise yeh sab aam baat ho. 

Hamare _ tahzeeb mein yeh aam nahi — yeh sab kuchh ka gehra dhoka tha jo hum paak samajhte
 the. Ek shaadi-shuda aurat jaise maa ko kisi doosre mard ke ghar mein akeli nahi hona chahiye, woh bhi 
itni raat ko. Aisi tanhaai shaitan ko dawat deti hai, aur ghar ki izzat ko khatre mein daalti hai. 

Maa ne hamesha mujhe yeh sikhaya tha — izzat, hadd-bandiyan, deen ki hifazat. Phir bhi yahan woh sab
 tod rahi thi, uske ghar mein maujoodgi hamare imaan ke khilaf ek chuppi cheekh thi. 

Sirf kaam ki baat nahi thi; yeh chhupana tha, shaadi ke halal daayre se bahar nikalna, woh bhi jab abbu 
hospital mein bimari se lad rahe the, unki zindagi mahange ilaaj ke taaron par latki hui thi jisme 
Gajendra ne kuchh madad ki thi. Kaise kar sakti thi woh? Yeh munafiqat mere seene mein jal rahi thi, 
gusse aur dukh ka mila-jula dard. 

Khidki ke paas se unki awaazein halki sunai de rahi thi, glass ke paar se, thodi dhundhli lekin samajh aati
 hui. Gajendra apni woh naram, qail karne wali awaaz mein baat kar raha tha, jo woh dhandon mein
 istemal karta tha. 

“Shahida, meri baat suno,” usne dheere se kaha, haath uske haath ki taraf badhta hua. “Tum kuchh galat
 nahi kar rahi. Jo humare beech hai… yeh dhoka nahi. Tumhara shauhar bimari mein hai, aur tum itne
 din akeli bojh utha rahi ho. Maine bill, dukaan ki madad ki — kyunki mujhe tumhari fikar hai, majboori
 se nahi. Yeh rishta… yeh fitri hai. Do log mushkil duniya mein sukoon dhoondh rahe hain.” 

Maa sofa par bechain hui, nazrein neeche, abaya ke kinare se khelti hui. “Gajendra, main aaj raat tumhe 
yeh khatam karne aayi hoon,” usne iqraar kiya, awaaz mazboot lekin kaamp rahi. “Main yeh jaari nahi
 rakh sakti. Yeh haram hai — har tarah se galat. 

Mera khandan, mera deen… main yeh chehre se chehre
 milakar kehne aayi hoon ki yeh khatam. Ab koi mulaqat nahi, koi… kuchh bhi nahi.” 






Gajendra: (darwaza khol kar uske kamre mein le jaata hua, uski kamar par haath rakh kar) Andar aao 
Shahida. Darwaze par khadi mat raho jaise darti hui billi. Humein kal raat ki baat karni hai. 

Maa: (andar dheere se kadam rakhte hue, abaya sar-sarati hui, idhar-udhar dekhti hui) Gajendra, tum 
mujhe yahan kyon laaye? Yeh tumhara ghar hai… yeh theek nahi. Agar koi dekh lega? Mujhe tumse baat bhi
 nahi karni chahiye kal ke baad… jo hua uske baad. 

Gajendra: (darwaza band kar ke, muskurate hue us par tik kar) Theek? Yeh baat tumse sunna ajib hai. Main
 tumhe isliye laaya kyunki tumne subah message kiya tha, sab kuchh saaf karne ki baat kar rahi thi. 
Baitho, araam se. Ya darti ho ki phir se mujh par toot padogi? 

Maa: (sofa ke kinaare par baithti hui, haath god mein jakad kar, awaaz mazboot lekin kaamp rahi) Nahi, 
meri baat suno. Kal raat… tumhare saath woh jismani rishta meri zindagi ki sabse badi galti thi. Main
 kamzor thi, mera shauhar hospital mein hai, aur maine shaitan ko jeetne diya. Yeh kabhi dobara nahi ho 
sakta. 

Gajendra: (hans kar, uske bahut paas baith kar, taang uski taang ko chhooti hui) Sabse badi galti? Arre bas
 karo Shahida. Tum toh bhootni ki tarah karah rahi thi, aur zyada maang rahi thi. ‘Zor se, Gajendra, mujhe
 bhar do’ — yaad hai? Tumne har pal maza liya, tum dindaron wali munafiq. 

Maa: (chup ho gayi, zameen ko ghoorti hui, gaal sharam se laal, yaadein laut aayi) 

Gajendra: (aage badhte hue, mazak udata hua) Dekha? Zubaan kat gayi? Ya sach chubh raha hai? Tumne kal
 raat teen baar maza liya! Aur saath mein kehti rahi ki yeh galat hai. Yeh galti nahi; yeh tumhara iqraar 
hai ki veil ke neeche tum kitni chhinal ho. 

Maa: (lambi khamoshi ke baad, sir utha kar, awaaz kaamp rahi) Lekin… mera mazhab, Gajendra. ., safaai,
 haya sikhata hai. Jo humne kiya woh haram hai — zina, badkaari. Ya ,.', maine apne imaan ko dhoka diya,
 apne khandan ko. Ab main masjid mein kaise muh dikhaungi? 

Gajendra: (aankhein ghoomate hue, haath hawa mein hilate hue) Mazhab? Mujhe chhod do. Tum pehli
 _ aurat nahi jo ek mature ***** mard ke liye taangein failati hai. Yeh sirf jismani baat hai, 
Shahida. Tumhara Khuda ne kal raat tumhe saza nahi di, na? Shayad woh dekh kar soch raha ho, ‘Aakhir 
yeh thodi zindagi jee rahi hai.’ 

Maa: (saansein tez, zor-zor se haanfne lagi, seena abaya ke andar upar-neeche ho raha, gussa aur na-chahi 
hui chahat ka milaap) 

Gajendra: (uski haanf dekh kar, aur paas jhuk kar, gardan par saans daalte hue) Dekho tumhe, phir se garam
 ho rahi ho. Haaf rahi ho jaise garam kutiya. Kehti ho galti thi, lekin jism sach bol raha hai. Chaho to sabit
 kar doon? 

Maa: (use thoda peeche dhakel kar, aankhein gusse se chamakti hui) Bas karo! Paas mat aao. Main aisi 
aurat nahi, Gajendra. Mujhe chhuna ya chumban nahi karne dogi. Main yahan tauba karne aayi hoon, kehne 
aayi hoon ki hum ab nahi mil sakte. Yeh abhi khatam! 






Gajendra: (ruk kar, phir naram awaaz mein ilzaam lagate hue, chehra gambhir) Tauba? Theek hai, kar lo. Lekin 
socho, tumhara shauhar hospital mein akela pada hai. Aaj usse kaun milne gaya? Main — subah phal dekar aaya 
tha. Aur tum? Itne saalon mein pehli baar zinda mehsoos karne wali cheez par afsos kar rahi ho. Agar mujhe 
chhod dogi, to bill kaun bharega, kaam kaun karega? Sirf mujhe nahi, tum apna sahara chhod rahi ho. 

Maa: (phir chup, uske shabdon ka bojh mehsoos karte hue, jaanti thi ki woh sahi keh raha hai madad ke baare 
mein, haanfna dheema hua lekin irada toot raha tha) 

Gajendra: (uski khamoshi ka faida utha kar, dheere se uska thodi chin pakad kar chehra upar kiya, pehle 
dheeme se honth rakhe, phir zor se, doosra haath kamar par) 

Maa: (chumban mein dheemi karah ke saath, jism jawab de raha tha jabki woh virodh karti rahi) Mmm…
 nahi Gajendra… ruk jao… ahh… yeh galat hai… please… 

Gajendra: (chumban gehra karte hue, jeebh honthon par, saanson ke beech fisfisate hue) Shh, bas mehsoos 
karo. Tum jaanti ho tumhe yeh chahiye. Kal raat galti nahi thi — yeh shuruaat thi. Tumhara mazhab intezaar
 kar sakta hai; yeh nahi. 

Maa: (phir karah kar, haath kamzor se uske seene par dhakel rahi lekin rok nahi pa rahi, gunah aur chahat
 ke beech phansi) Ohhh… main nahi kar sakti… ya Rabb maaf karna… aur nahi… 

Gajendra: (thoda peeche hata kar aankhon mein dekh kar, muskurate hue) Dekha? Tum pehle se geeli ho
 na? Iqraar karo Shahida — tum waisi hi aurat ho. Ab chalo, sofa par ek aur ‘galti’ kar lete hain. 






Main yeh sab dekh kar gusse se aag baboola ho raha tha — kaise woh abbu ka dhoka de sakti thi? Lekin 
phir ek ajeeb samajh ubhari: yeh maa nahi thi. Yeh woh aurat nahi jo main jaanta tha, woh deendar
 maa jo kabhi ,,., nahi chhodti. Shayad woh jinn-zada ho gayi ho, koi andheri taqat ne us par 
qabza kar liya ho. 

Mujhe Kunal yaad aaya, woh ajeeb budha jo apne ghar ke paas rehta tha, jo roohon aur laanaton ki 
baatein karta tha jab maine usse khandan ki pareshani batayi thi. Main ne phone nikala, jhadiyon 
ke peeche aur neeche jhuk kar, jaldi se uska number lagaya. 

“Kunal chacha? Main hoon,” maine fisfisate hue kaha jab usne jawab diya, uski awaaz umar se bhari hui.
 “Ah, chhota. Der raat ka phone — zaroor mushkil hai. Ab kya saaya saath hai?” 

Maine khidki ki taraf dekha, woh abhi bhi ek doosre mein lipthe hue. “Maa… woh us mard Gajendra ke
 saath hai. Chumban kar rahi hai, aur shayad aur bhi hoga. Woh khatam karne aayi thi, lekin ab haar 
rahi hai. Jaise woh khud nahi hai.” 

Usne gehri saans li, jaise yeh umeed thi. “Jinn-zada hai beta. Chhinal rooh ka — lust ka jinn, jo kamzor
 roohon par chadhta hai. Pehli ghalat harkat mein ghus gaya hoga, shayad pehli blowjob ya koi ghaleez 
kaam mein. Ab woh haram cheezon ki bhookh badhata hai, irade ko kamzor karta hai. Purani kahaniyon 
mein dekha hai; yeh gunah aur chahat par palta hai.” 

Meri aankhein phail gayi. “Jinn-zada? Isliye… woh lad rahi hai lekin asal mein nahi. Main kya karoon?” 
“Kuchh mat karo,” usne sakhti se kaha. “Dakhal mat do. Rooh takraav se mazboot hoti hai — tum par
 bhi chadh sakti hai ya aur bura kar sakti hai. Hone do; sirf woh khud sachchi tauba se ya kisi amal 
se nikaal sakti hai. Abhi roko to yeh aur gehra ho jayega.” “Kyon? Main kaise sirf dekhta rahun!” 

“Kyunki beta, jinn-zada aasaan nahi. Yeh uske jazbaat se juda hai — abbu ki bimari se tanhaai, us mard 
ka ehsaan. Zabardasti rokoge to kuchh nahi rukega; andar se ladna padega. Khud ko bacha ke rakho, 
uske liye dua karo.” 

Gusse mein bhi uski baat sahi lagi, maine shukriya kaha aur phone band kar diya. Khidki par wapas 
dekha to manzar badal chuka tha. Maa sofa se khadi hui thi, thoda chal rahi thi, peeth uski taraf. 

“Gajendra, main yeh aur nahi kar sakti,” uski awaaz toot rahi thi. “Har baar haarne par gunah mujhe 
kha jata hai. Main biwi hoon, maa hoon — apne khandan ko kaise muh dikhaungi? Yeh rishta mujhe 
tukde-tukde kar raha hai. Main khatam karne aayi thi, jaari nahi rakhne.” 

Woh bhi khada hua, peeche aaya, haath uske kandhon par dheere se rakhe. “Shahida meri jaan, main 
tumhara dukh samajhta hoon. Lekin socho — tumhari nek-dili ab bhi chamak rahi hai. 

Tum yahan ho 
kyunki tumhara ek hissa, woh mazboot aur reham-dil aurat jo main jaanta hoon, jaanti hai ki yeh bura 
nahi. Yeh insaani hai. Tumne sab kuchh Hussein ke liye qurbaan kiya. Lekin tumhari khidmat kaun karta
 hai? Mujhe ijazat do.” 

Woh thoda peeche us par jhuk gayi, irada kamzor hota hua. 

“Lekin yeh galat hai… haram. Mujhe lagta hai main do log hoon — ek achhi, ek… gumraah.” “Yeh ladai 
hai, lekin tumhari achhai khatam nahi hui; woh thak gayi hai. Mujhe usse zinda karne do,” usne fisfisaya,
 haath uski baahon par neeche masaj karte hue. Dheere se haath seene par gaye, abaya ke upar se uske
 seene ko pakadte hue. Maa ne saans roki. “Gajendra, ruk jao… humein nahi karna chahiye.” 

“Kyon rukna jo tum chahti ho, Shahida? Tumhara jism sach bol raha hai — dekho kaise jawab de raha 
hai. Tumhe yeh sukoon chahiye, yeh tawajjoh. Inkaar karne se dard aur badhega.” 

Woh phir virodh karti rahi, “Please, nahi… mere deen ko socho, mere imaan ko, mere khandan ko” lekin
 awaaz dheemi thi, jism thoda uske haathon mein jhuk raha tha. Woh masaj jaari rakhe, dheere lekin 
zid ke saath, dilasa dete hue. “Tumhe yeh chahiye kyunki tum maza haqdaar ho, sirf farz nahi. Ek baar 
chhod do.” 

Hunar se usne uski neeli resham ki abaya utari — kandhon se phisalkar zameen par giri, neeche sada 
lekin shaandaar libaas dikha. Main hairan tha ki woh zyada virodh kyon nahi kar rahi; woh khadi rahi,
 ijazat deti hui, aankhein aadhi band, andar ka sangharsh saaf. 

Jab abaya neeche giri, main chaunk gaya — peeli panty aur bra mein, chamkeela rang jo uski haya ke 
khilaf tha. Yeh gharelu andaruni kapde the, jo woh kabhi khule mein nahi pehenti — kya usne yeh uske
 liye chuna tha? 

“Sundar ho, Shahida,” usne peeche hata kar dekha. “Dekha? Yeh tum ho — woh zinda aurat jo chhupi
 thi.” Woh neeche haath se chhupane lagi. “Gajendra, yeh paagalpan hai. Wapas pehna do… main khud
 ko samajh nahi pa rahi. Ek pal bhaagna chahti hoon, doosre mein… ruk jaati hoon. Main aisi kyon hoon?
 Gunah, chahat — sab uljha raha hai.” 

Woh use phir kheench kar paas laaya. “Kyunki tumne apni zarooraton ko bahut der dabaya hai. Main 
zabardasti nahi kar raha; tum khud chun rahi ho. Yaad karo maine tumhare khandan ki kitni madad 
ki? Kya main tumhare bharose ke qaabil nahi? Humara inkaar na-shukri hogi, na?” 

Maa aur shikayat karti rahi, awaaz toot rahi. “Main shikayat isliye karti hoon kyunki main jaanti hoon 
yeh gunah hai. Main samajh nahi pa rahi ki main chali kyon nahi jaati. Dimag cheekh raha hai ruk jao,
 lekin jism… dhoka de raha hai. Main kaisi maa hoon jo shauhar zindagi lad raha hai aur main chupke
 se yahan?” 

“Bilakul — ek maa jo insaan hai, Shahida. Koi kaamil nahi. Mujhe dikhaane do ki yeh theek hai.” Uske
 ilzaam kaam kar gaye; woh chup ho gayi, virodh nahi kiya jab usne gardan par chumban kiya. 

Kunal ki baat ab bilkul sahi lag rahi thi — woh chhinal rooh uski kamzoriyon ko badha rahi thi, achhai 
ko chahat ki lehron ke saamne kamzor kar rahi thi. 

Gajendra ne dheeme se kaha, “Chalo, mujhe bhi utaaro — dikhao ki tum yeh chahti ho.” Maa, jaise
 behoshi mein, uski pant ki taraf haath badhaya, dheere se kholne lagi. Woh khud nahi thi; harkatein
 yantrik lekin utsaahi, aankhon mein woh jinn-zada pan saaf. 

Yeh dekh kar, sharam se, mera jism bhi react kar raha tha — mera lund sakht ho raha tha gusse ke 
bawajood. Main bura beta tha, apni maa ke girne par uttejit, yeh haram chahat mere andhere jazbaat
 ko kheench rahi thi. Pant ke andar dhadak raha tha, khauf aur na-chahi hui chahat ka milaap mujhe
 bechain kar raha tha. 

Woh phir chumban karne laga, gehra, honth uske honthon par daawa karte hue. Maa ne mana nahi 
kiya; jawab diya, haath uske chehre par. Woh sirf safed andaruni kapde aur shirt mein tha, ubhaar
 saaf. Uske haath uski badi gaand par gaye, mazboot gaal masalte hue, apna haq jatate hue. 






Us waqt maa sabse buri aurat aur maa thi — hospital mein abbu bimari se lad rahe the, tube aur 
machine unhe zinda rakhe hue, aur woh doosre mard ke saath josh se chumban kar rahi thi. 
Uska dhoka gehra tha, apne waade chhod kar is josh ke liye, hum sab ko andhere mein chhod kar. 

Achanak woh peeche hati. “Ruko Gajendra… mujhe apne ghar walon ko message karna hai. 
Unhe kehna hai ki main aaj raat ghar nahi aaungi — hospital mein rehungi abbu ke saath.” 

Usne sar hila diya, maze lete hue. “Kar lo.” 

Maa ne kabhi aisa jhooth nahi bola tha; woh hamare ghar ki sachchai ki buniyaad thi, hamesha
 saaf, mujhe sach sikhati thi. Lekin jinn ne usko badal diya, jhooth ko aasaan bana diya, yeh is 
baat ka nishaan tha ki woh kitna gir chuki thi. Usne phone uthaya, jaldi se likha: “Abbu ke saath 
hospital mein reh rahi hoon. Fikar mat karna. Pyar, Maa.” 

Mera phone jeb mein baja — message mila, main hairan dekh raha tha. Ek khula jhooth, thanda 
aur saaf. Gajendra hans pada. 

“Dekha? Tum bhi zaroorat padne par sach mod sakti ho. Tum kisi se kam nahi.” 

Maa chup rahi, phone jeb mein daal diya bina jawab diye. Kyon shikayat nahi ki? Rooh ne uski 
shikayaton ko chup kar diya, uski tasleem par pal rahi thi. 

Baad mein manzar aur tez ho gaya. Maa uske saamne sofa par ghutnon ke bal baithi, haath se 
uski andaruni pant neeche ki. Woh uske lund ko muh mein lene lagi, pehle dheere se honth charon 
taraf lapet kar, phir tez raftaar se. 

Woh dheere choosti rahi, jeebh sir par ghuma rahi, har baar aur gehra le leti. Gaal andar dhans 
rahe the jab woh choos rahi thi, aankhein band, dhyaan se, thook uski lambai par chamak rahi. 

Ek haath se neeche se sehla rahi thi, thoda mud kar, doosra haath uske ande ko pyaar se pakde
 hue. Yeh sab tafseel se, gharelu — beech beech mein neeche se chaat kar phir pura andar leti,
 halka gag karti lekin rukti nahi. 

Shayad iska matlab tha ki chhinal rooh dobara us par qabza mazboot kar rahi thi, jaise Kunal ne
 kaha tha pehli blowjob mein ghus gaya tha. Ab dohra kar uska qabza aur mazboot ho raha tha,
 use aur beqabu bana raha tha. 

Maa: (sirf peeli bra aur panty mein Gajendra ke saamne ghutnon ke bal baithi, haath jaanghon
 par kaamp rahe, nazrein sharam se neeche) Gajendra, please… main yeh phir nahi kar sakti. Yeh
 itna gunah hai. Mera shauhar hospital mein zindagi lad raha hai… main uska kaise dhoka de 
sakti hoon? 

Gajendra: (uske upar khada, pant ki zip kholte hue aur apna sakht hota lund bahar nikaalte hue, 
uske parde wale chehre ki taraf muskurate hue) Arre aao na Shahida, tum pious chhoti randi.
 Pichhli baar hospital ke store room mein tumne ek shikayat bhi nahi ki — ghutno par baith gayi
 jaise achhi chhinal aur mujhe poora choos liya. Ab kholo apna yeh musslim muh aur pooja karo is
 ***** lund ki. Yeh hi to tum chahti ho, hai na? 

Maa: (sir hilaate hue, awaaz kaamp rahi) Nahi, nahi… pichhli baar galti thi, ek pal ki kamzori.
 Turant pachhtaayi thi. Please mujhe mat karwao… yeh mere har imaan ke khilaaf hai. Main maa
 hoon, biwi hoon… ae ,.' mujhe maaf kar… 

Gajendra: (uske veil ko dheere lekin mazbooti se pakadte hue, uska chehra apne dhadakte lund 
ke kareeb laate hue) Pachhtaava? Bakwaas. Tumne har boond nigal li thi jaise gandi cum peene wali 
veili kutiya. Kisi ko bewakoof nahi bana rahi, Shahida. Ab achhi ladki bano aur choosna shuru karo,
 ya main hospital mein tere bimaar shohar ko bata doon ki uski wafadar biwi "visit" ke waqt asal
 mein kya karti hai? 

Maa: (halke se hont kholte hue, sirf agla hissa muh mein lete hue, halke se choosti hui bina gehra 
liye, gaal sharam se laal) Mmm… mujhe yeh buri baatein mat kaho… yeh bahut apmaanjanak hai…
 ahh… please Gajendra, thoda izzat karo… 

Gajendra: (buri tarah hanste hue, thoda dhakka dekar muh mein aur andar dhakel te hue) Ek 
dhokebaaz chhinal ke liye? Tum ghutno par baithi ho sirf andar ke kapdon mein, Shahida, padosi ka
 lund choos rahi ho jab tera shohar machine se juda hai. Kaisi pious musslim karti hai yeh? Choosti 
raho, tum bekaar randi — zubaan zyada use karo, sir ke charon taraf ghumao jaise tum yeh bebas 
kutiya ho. 

Maa: (thoda aur choosti hui, haath anichha se uthakar lund ki jad ragadti hui, lekin poora nahi leti,
 muh mein bolti hui) Mmmph… aur buri baatein mat karo… yeh pehle se hi bahut sharminda kar 
raha hai… mere parivaar ka socho… ohh… 

Gajendra: (dheeme se karahate hue, use ghin se dekhte hue) Sharminda? Achha hai, yahi maqsad hai. 
Zyada zor se ragdo Shahida — lund ko ragdo jab choos rahi ho. Socho tumhare bacche apni mummy 
ko aise dekh lein — peeli bra mein latakte chooche, panty apne hi ras se bheegi hui. Aur tumhara 
bechara shohar? Woh mar jayega yeh jaan kar ki uski imaan waali biwi asal mein lund ki bhookhi
 nakli hai. Ab gehra lo, poora muh mein lo warna main zabardasti dal doonga. 

Maa: (khud ke khilaaf jaate hue bhi maan leti, zyada muh mein leti aur tez ragadti, aankhein 
aansuon se bhari) Mmm… ahh… tum itne zalim kyon ho? Main achhi maa banna chahti hoon… achhi 
biwi… yeh main nahi hoon… 

Gajendra: (dheeme dhakke dete hue, haath uske sir par) Zalim? Main to sach bol raha hoon. Tum 
kabhi achhi maa ya biwi nahi banogi Shahida — iske baad nahi. Ab dheere chooso, neeche wale hisse 
ko zubaan se chhedo. Haan, aise hi. Batao, tumhare mazhab mein kafir ke lund choosne ke baare
 mein kuchh kaha hai? Ya isliye tum ,,., ke peeche chhupti ho, gandi chhoti gunahgaar? 

Maa: (hukm ke mutabiq dheeme karti, zubaan jaise kaha usi tarah chalati, choosne ke beech virodh 
karti) Mmm… mera mazhab pavitrata sikhaata hai… sharam… ohh… main roza rakhti hoon, ,,.,
 padhti hoon… yeh shaitan ka kaam hai… please mere mazhab ka zikr mat karo… 

Gajendra: (muskurate hue, thoda tez dhakke dete hue) Pavitrata? Ha! Ab tez karo, sir ko jhatke do 
jaise ustaad ho. Socho tumhari daadi Zainab ne bhi shayad qasai ke saath yahi kiya hoga — randi ke 
khoon ki baat, sahi? Aur tumhara beta? Shayad usse shak hai ki uski maa randi hai. Gehro, gala tak 
lo, dikhao kitna neeche gir chuki ho. 

Maa: (tez jhatke deti, halka gala tak lete hue khansati, haath abhi bhi ragad raha, aansu beh rahe)
 Gah… mmm… nahi, unhe ismein mat ghasito… yeh bahut zyada hai… ahh… tumhe mujhe aise nanga 
karne mein maza kyon aata hai? 

Gajendra: (khushi se karahate hue, jhadne ke kareeb) Kyunki tum iske layak ho, imaanheen kutiya.
 Haath badlo — ab baaye haath se ragdo, choosne mein zyada zor lagao. Haan… hospital ke visit ke
 baare mein baat karo; kya mujhe choos kar tumhe zinda mehsoos hota hai jab woh mar raha hai? 

Maa: (hukm ke mutabiq haath badalti, choosne mein zor lagati, awaaz dabbi aur minnat bhari) 
Mmmph… visit uske liye hote hain… sahara dene ke liye… ohh… yeh mujhe gunahgaar mehsoos karata 
hai… ganda… 

Gajendra: (tez saans lete hue, use aur mazbooti se pakadte hue) Gunahgaar? Hona chahiye. Main 
jhadne wala hoon Shahida — choosti raho oohhh aaahhhh mat hatna. Ab tum meri personal musslim 
maal nikaalne wali ho. 

Maa: (aankhein dar se phaili, peeche hatne ki koshish lekin haath ne roka, khansati hui jab garam 
jhadan muh mein daalta hai) Mmmph! Nahi… gah… (zor se peeche khinchti, uska maal zameen par
 girata, khansati aur saans leti) Ae Bhagwan… tumne yeh kyon kiya? Main gala tak khansi… har jagah 
bikhar gaya… yeh ghin aata hai… 






Gajendra: (haanfte hue, zameen par bikhere maal ko santusht muskurahat se dekhte hue) Yeh to
 perfect tha, tum besharm chhinal. Dekho khud ko — andar ke kapdon mein ghutno par, thodi si maal
 thodi si daadi par tapak rahi. Tumne champion ki tarah liya Shahida. Itni achhi chhoti randi, chahe
 thoda barbaad kiya. Agli baar sab nigal lena, meri pious pasandida. 

Maine uske muh mein lene ke tareeke mein uske saath kuchh bhoot ka nishaan dekha: pehle virodh
 ke bawajood utavlaapan, jism ka harkat mein aana jaise koi baahri taakat chalaa rahi ho, jaise mahir
 ho. Kyon? Kyunki asli maa sharam se peeche hat jaati; yeh wali ise chahti thi, rooh ne khwahish ko
 badha diya. 

Woh karaha, phir bola, "Pet ke bal let jao Shahida. Mujhe tumhara swaad lene do." 

Woh maan gayi, sofa par pet ke bal let gayi, abhi bhi bra mein. Usne dheere se uski panty utari, bra
 ke alawa poora nanga kar diya. Maa ki choot aur gaand par halke baal the — prakritik tarash, shave 
nahi, kaale ghungarale baal un jagahon ko frame kar rahe the. 

Gajendra muskuraya. "Thoda baal wahan — jungli, jaise tumhare andar wali asli shakhsiyat modest 
chehre ke neeche. Mujhe pasand hai; dikhaata hai tum asli ho." 

Maa sharma gayi. "Mat… yeh sharm ki baat hai." 

Usne gaand ke dono taraf dheere se khola, choot ke hont gulabi aur geele, aur tight gaand ka ched
 dikha. "Mmm, bilkul jaise kal raat. Mujhe tumhari choot bahut pasand aayi — tight, geeli, perfect. 
Yaad hai tum do baar jhadi thi?" 

Maa ne jawab nahi diya, sharma kar, chehra takiye mein daba liya. 






Woh jhuka, choot chaatna shuru kiya — lambi dheemi zubaan ke jhatke choot ke sor par, andar daal
 kar uska ras chakhte hue. Maa pehle dheeme se karahi, 

"Ahh… Gajendra," jism tedha hota hua. Chehre par sukh ki lahar — aankhein jhapakti, hont khule, 
gaal laal. Woh mahir tareeke se chaat raha tha, clit ke charon taraf golai, halke se choosta, phir 
zubaan gehri daalta, haathon se taangein alag pakde hue. 






Woh minnat karti, "Ruko… yeh bahut zyada hai… please," lekin kamar uski taraf hil rahi thi, shabdon
 ke khilaaf. 

Phir woh badla, zubaan gaand ke ched par le gaya. Main hairan — usne zubaan gaand ke ched par 
rakhi, gol gol geele chakkar kate hue. Maa saans roki, "Kya… nahi!" Lekin muh wahan kyon? Wahan 
to tatti nikalne ka ched hai, napak, phir bhi woh maze se kar raha tha, jaise har hisse ka swaad le
 raha ho. 

Yeh baad mein hua, usne hukm diya, “Ab mujh par sawar ho ja, Shahida. Dikha mujhe kitna chahti
 hai tu yeh.” 

Amma ne virodh kiya, uth kar baithi. “Nahi kar sakti… yeh bahut besharmi hai. Main aisi aurat nahi 
hoon. Koi dekh lega to? Aur mera jism… bacche ke baad ab woh pehle jaisa nahi raha.” 

Woh bistar par let gaya jahan woh dono chale gaye the, protsahit karte hue. “Baat mat bana — tu 
bahut khoobsurat hai. Aa, ab tu control le. Bahut maza aayega.” 

Amma jhijhki, phir bra utara, uske bhare hue chooche azad ho gaye, choochiyan sakht ho chuki thi.
 Main chahta tha amma ruk jaye, lekin woh ruk nahi saki — woh jaadu bahut mazboot tha. “Nahi 
karna chahiye… lekin mujhe zaroorat hai,” woh dheeme se boli aur uske upar chadh gayi. 

Gajendra: (bistar par let kar, haath uski kamar par jab woh us par sawar hai, uska mota lund uski
 geeli chut ke andar gehra dhansa hua) Mmm, yahi hai, Shahida. Ab mujh par sawar ho ja jaise woh
 chhinal ban gayi hai tu. Tera yeh nek _ jism mere ***** lund ke charon taraf kitna achha
 lapet raha hai. 

Amma: (sirf bra mein nangi, dheere dheere upar neeche hone lagi, chehra sharam aur josh se laal,
 peeche haath le ja kar bra khol di aur girne di, poore bharpoor chooche khul gaye) Aahhh… oohhh
… Gajendra, yeh kitna gunah hai… tune mujhe itni buri aurat bana diya… oohhh… 

Gajendra: (uske nange choochon ko dekh kar aankhein phaili, muskurate hue haath badha kar unhe 
zor se dabaya) Dekh yeh bade bade _ chooche, Shahida. Itne bade aur uchalte hue, jaise
 koi aur mard unhe doodh nikaalne ko tadpa raha ho jo tera shauhar nahi. Tujhe sharam aani chahiye,
 aise randi ki tarah dikha rahi hai. 

Amma: (karah aur virodh ke beech cheekhte hue, jism uska dhoka de raha, aur zor se neeche dhakel 
rahi) Aaahhh! Nahi… aisa mat bol… oohhh… lekin kitne sensitive lag rahe hain… mmm… 

Gajendra: (shararati muskurahat ke saath, choochiyon ki choochiyan masalte hue) Yeh chooche bilkul
 perfect hain, pata hai? Sakht lekin naram, woh kaale nipple mere liye sakht ho rahe hain. Tera 
shauhar ne shayad kabhi inhe aise qadar nahi ki, kya? Kitna barbaad kiya ek wafadar biwi par — ab 
yeh mere hain sharam dene aur maze lene ke liye. 

Amma: (zor se karah karte hue, kamar dheere gol gol ghuma rahi) Oohhh… ya ,.'… tune mujhe 
bigaad diya, Gajendra… main nek aurat thi, sharmili aur paak… aahhh… ab dekh mujhe, aise tere
 upar sawar… please, tu hilna mat… mujhe khud control karne de… main khud hilungi… 

Gajendra: (hans kar, upar dhakka marne ki koshish lekin ruk gaya jab usne thoda daba diya) Aaj itni
 dheemi kyon, Shahida? Kal tu mere lund par jaanwar ki tarah uchhal rahi thi, aur zyada maang 
rahi thi. Woh besharam chhinal kahan gayi? 

Amma: (saansein tez, dheemi dheemi tease karte hue upar neeche) Aahhh… kyonki… oohhh… mera 
shauhar hospital mein hai… aaj aur zyada galat lag raha hai… mmm… aur pehle baar se dard ho
 raha hai… lekin ruk nahi sakti… please, mujhe dheere jaane de… 

Gajendra: (sir hila kar, haath uske jism par phirte hue) Kunwari ki tarah dheemi? Pehli baar jab
 tujhe abaya mein dekha tha, pados mein chupke ,,., padhte hue, kabhi socha nahi tha tu aisi
 lund ki bhookhi chhinal ban jayegi. Kaun jaanta tha parde ke neeche ek aurat chhupi thi jo apne 
bimaar shauhar se dhoka dene ko tadap rahi thi? 

Amma: (siskari lete hue, khud ko rok nahi pa rahi, tez hone lagi, chut uske charon taraf kas rahi)
 Oohhh… iske baare mein mat bol… aahhh… mujhe meri pehli wali yaad mat dila… yeh bahut 
sharmindagi hai… mmm… 

Gajendra: (dheere upar dhakka marte hue uske tez rhythm se match karte, mazak udate hue
 tareef) Ab baat bani, tez kar — achhi ladki, Shahida. Tu kitni gandi munafiq hai, lekin teri chut 
kitni tight aur geeli hai, jaise gunah ke liye bani ho. Aur dekh yeh chooche har uchaal ke saath 
hil rahe hain… kitne jaadui, jaise sharam ke latke. 






Amma: (tez sawar hone lagi, chooche zor zor se uchal rahe, beqabu karah rahi) Aaahhh! Oohhh…
 mujhe aise mat dekho… please Gajendra… aankhein pher le… mmm… 

Gajendra: (ghoor kar, haath uske uchalte choochon ko pakad kar) Kyon, Shahida? Dar lag raha hai
 ki main asli tujhe dekh loon? Woh sharmili _ maa jo har pal ek doosre mard ke saath maze
 le rahi hai? 

Amma: (chehra laal, sharam se aankhein churata, lekin kamar aur zor se neeche maar rahi) Oohhh…
 haan… bahut sharm ki baat hai… aahhh… main aise nahi dikhne wali… nangi, apne shauhar ke ilawa 
mard ke saath… ya Rabb, mujhe maaf kar… 

Gajendra: (hans kar, jism ki tareef karte hue rooh ko sharminda) Lekin kaise na dekhoon? Tere 
curves to khuda ki den hain — yeh gaand mere upar thap thap kar rahi, teri chut kitni lalchi. 
Tu paidaishi randi hai, Shahida, chahe tera mazhab kuchh bhi kahe. Soch teri family tujhe aaj dekh
 le, paseene aur josh mein doobi hui. 

Amma: (gehri karah lete hue, rhythm mein khoyi) Aahhh… aise shabd mat bol… oohhh… dil ko chot 
lagti hai… lekin kitna achha lag raha hai… 

(Achanak, side table par uska phone bajne laga, caller ID par “Shauhar” — abbu hospital se call kar 
rahe the) 

Amma: (thoda dheema hokar, phone ki taraf dekhte hue ghabra kar) Oh nahi… mera shauhar hai…
 aahhh… main uthaungi… shayad use meri zaroorat ho… 

Gajendra: (uski kamar pakad kar zor se, rukne na dete hue) Mat utha, Shahida. Sawar hoti reh. 
Us buddhe ko hospital ke bistar par akela marne de. Abhi tu meri hai. 

Amma: (virodh karte hue, lekin dheere dheere uske lund par hilti rahi) Nahi… oohhh… main aisa
 nahi kar sakti… woh bimaar hai… aahhh… please, uthane de… kya pata zaroori ho? 






Gajendra: (sakht awaaz mein hukm dete hue, zor se upar dhakke marne laga) Maine kaha nahi! 
Ab tu uski wafadar biwi nahi — meri chhinal hai. Theek se sawar ho, warna cheekh itni zor se
 nikaalunga ki agar tune uthaya to woh sun lega. 

Amma: (saans rukte hue jab woh andar hil raha, phone abhi bhi baj raha) Aaahhh! Theek hai… 
oohhh… nahi uthaungi… mmm… lekin yeh kitna zalimana hai… ya ,.'… 

Gajendra: (be-rukawat upar dhakke marte hue, aur sharminda karte) Achha faisla, Shahida.
 Mehsoos kar raha hai? Mera lund tujhe apna bana raha hai jab tera shauhar bekaar call kar raha 
hai. Tu gunah ko us par tarjih de rahi hai — kitni nek _ maa hai tu. 

Amma: (zor se karah karte hue, josh gunah par jeet gaya, tez sawar shuru, phone background 
mein bajta raha) Oohhh… aahhh… abhi bhi baj raha hai… lekin… mmm… ab ruk nahi sakti… tune
 mujhe itna kamzor kar diya… 

Gajendra: (jeet ke muskurate hue, haath se gaand par halka thappad) Bilku sahi, uchalti reh. Teri
 chut ab aur geeli ho gayi — maan le, usko ignore karne ka maza tujhe aur josh de raha hai. Tera 
imam yeh haram sawari dekh kar kya kahega? 

Amma: (karahon ke beech siskari lete hue, aansu aur josh ke) Aaahhh… woh mujhe gunahgaar
 kahega… oohhh… lekin rukna mat… nahi, matlab… mmm… yeh mujhe andar se barbaad kar raha 
hai… 

(Phone aakhir ruk gaya, voicemail chala gaya, lekin Gajendra dhakke marte raha, sharm ko 
lamba kheench kar) 

Gajendra: (mazak udate hue tareef karte) Dekha? Woh haar gaya, jaise tu apni paakizaagi haar
 gayi. Tere chooche gunah ke saath hilte hue aur bhi achhe lag rahe hain — chalti reh, meri
 chhoti '. baghawati. 

Usne lund andar daalne se pehle jhuk kar chumban kiya, dheeme se boli, “Naram rehna… mujhe 
dar lag raha hai.” Woh protsahit kiya, “Tu hi control mein hai — mehsoos kar kitna sakht hoon
 tere liye.” 

Uska lund bada tha — mota aur nasen bhara, dhadak raha tha jab usne haath mein liya. Dheere
 se apni geeli ched par lagaya, sir dab gaya. Andar jaate hi woh cheekhi, “Ahh! Kitna bada hai!” 
Inch inch neeche baithi. 

Baat chalti rahi: “Aaj tera lund itna bada kyon hai?” woh saans lete hue boli, adjust karne mein
 mushkil. Gajendra ne mazak mein sharminda kiya, “Shahida, ‘lund’ aise bol rahi hai? Itna ganda
 shabd ek sharif aurat se? Lekin mujhe pasand hai — asli tujhe dikhata hai.” 

Poora andar gaya geele slip ke saath, uski chut uske charon taraf khinch gayi. Woh ruk gayi, 
adjust kiya, phir khud hilne lagi — pehle dheeme gol gol, phir rhythm mein uchalne lagi, 
chooche hil rahe, kamre mein karahen bhar gayi. 

Us pal woh poora kabza ho chuka tha, jism rhythm mein khoya, raat gehre gunahon mein badhti 
gayi. Main wahan khada tha aur mutth maarne laga. 




 

[Deepak_bull]

“Bahut bahut dhanyavaad dosto, aapke replies sach mein mujhe aage badhte rehne ka josh dete hain. Agla update bahut jald aa raha hai, bane rahiye. Aane wala chapter itna erotic hai ki sirf padhkar hi aapko paseena aa jayega.”

[Deepak_bull]

"Namaskar sabhi ko, intezar karne ke liye dhanyavaad. Agla naya sanskaran kal jari kiya jayega. Main uttam varnan taiyar karne mein vyast tha, is baar ise chukna mat."

[Deepak_bull]

CHAPTER 16


Meri mom ab woh pakeezah aur nek maa nahi rahi, ab toh woh sach
mein ek poori randi ban chuki hai.



Mom abhi bhi uske upar upar neeche ho rahi thi, zor zor se karah rahi thi, uska jism pasine se chamak 
raha tha living room ki bedside lamp ki halki roshni mein, jo ab hamara raaz ka adda ban gaya tha. 
Hawa mein unki josh ki musky khushboo ghuli hui thi, purana sofa unke wazan ke neeche cheekh raha
 tha. 

Gajendra peeche let gaya tha, uska chauda seena upar neeche ho raha tha, haath dheele se uski kamar 
pakde hue, jab woh control le rahi thi, khud ko uske motey lund se almost poora upar uthati aur phir zor
 se neeche baith jaati, jisse uske bhare hue chooche uski uljhi hui blouse ke neeche zor zor se uchalte. 

Uski aankhein aadhi bandh thi sukoon mein, honth khule hue, gale se gehri awaazein nikal rahi thi – 
moti, awaaz wali karahatein jo khamosh ghar mein haram sangeet ki tarah goonj rahi thi. 

"Oh, Shahida, meri sundar kamal," Gajendra dheeme se bola, awaaz gehri aur husky, us mithaas bhare
 lehje mein jo use aur gehre le jaata tha. "Tum bilkul perfect ho, devi ki tarah mujh par sawaar. Chalti 
raho, meri jaan, dikhao kitna zaroorat hai tumhe iski." 

Woh rukne ka naam nahi le rahi thi; balki uske shabdon ne use aur josh diya, harkatein aur jaan boojh
 kar, aur bechain. Maa ki jaanghein har uthne neeche mein sakht ho rahi thi, ghutne sofa ke cushion 
mein dhans rahe the dono taraf, haath uske seene par mazboot tikaye hue. Uske andaruni jaanghon ki 
resham uski khaal se ragad rahi thi, har ehsaas ko aur tez kar rahi thi. 


Woh neeche har baar chhote gol chakkar lagati, use poora mehsoos karti, stretch karti jisse woh saans 
rok leti. "Haan, mera pyara mor," Gajendra bola, aankhein uski aankhon mein, hothon par chalaak 
muskurahat, haath upar utha kar uske gaal ko sehla raha tha. 

"Aaj raat tum mere liye khil rahi ho. Mat rukna, meri meethi mohini – mujhe har inch mehsoos hone do 
tumhare josh ka." Uske romantic naam shehad ki tarah beh rahe the, har ek dheema dhakka, use aur
 khone ke liye. 

Mom: (Gajendra par bistar par baithi, abaya kamar tak upar chadhi hui, veil abhi bhi sar par lekin thoda 
dheela, dheere se uske motey lund par baithti hui, saans rok kar jab poora andar jaata hai) Ahhh… Gajendra
… dheere… please… yeh pehle se hi bahut bada gunah hai… 

Gajendra: (haath uski chaudi kamar par, harkatein guide karte hue, uske laal chehre par muskurate hue) 
Mujh par sawaar ho, Shahida. Upar neeche jaise acche chhote _ randi ki tarah. Mehsoos kar raha hai 
kitna gehra hoon? Teri deendar choot phir se mujhe bhigo rahi hai. 

Mom: (harkat shuru, pehle naa chahte hue kamar ghumati, phir tez, apne aap ko rok nahi paati, honth kaat 
kar karahatein rokne ki koshish) Mmm… nahi… nahi karna chahiye… oh ,.'… yeh mehsoos… ahh… kitna 
galat… lekin ruk nahi pa rahi… 

Gajendra: (neeche se dhakke dete hue uske saath mil kar, awaaz aur sakht) Fuck, kitni tight hai tu… Hiindu 
lund par uchal rahi hai… tera shohar kabhi aise bhar nahi sakta tujhe, na? 

Mom: (chooche top ke neeche uchal rahe, awaaz sharam aur badhte sukoon se kaamp rahi) Please… aisa 
mat bolo… woh bimar hai… yeh dhoka hai… mmm… main buri biwi hoon… buri _… 

Gajendra: (gehri awaaz se karah kar, aankhein uske hilte jism par) Shit… Shahida… main jhadne wala hoon
… bahut zor se andar hi… 

Mom: (aankhein dar se phaili, lekin kamar neeche hi ghumti rahi) Nahi! Gajendra, nahi – andar mat chhodna!
 Bahar nikaal… please… main minnat kar rahi hoon… mat… ahh… risk mat le… 

Gajendra: (andhere se hanste hue, daant pees kar, haath uski gaand zor se dabate hue use hilate rakha) Ab 
minnat? Hospital mein mera lund choosne ke waqt kahan thi yeh minnat? Ya dus minute pehle taangein 
failane ke waqt? Tu pehle se barbaad hai, Shahida – ab poora maal le le jaise sahi randi. 

Mom: (tez sawaar hone lagi bechaini mein, awaaz phat rahi, aansu bhar aaye) Nahi, nahi please… tera 
baccha nahi ho sakta… sab barbaad ho jayega… mera ghar… mera imaan… bahar nikaal… main apni rooh 
par qasam deti hoon… andar mat chhodna… ya ,.', maaf kar de… 

Gajendra: (saans ruk ruk kar, dhakke beqabu) Bahut der ho gayi… fuck… teri minnat sun kar aur zyada
 breed karne ka mann kar raha hai… soch, tera pet phoolta hua mera Hiindu baccha… jab tu roz paanch 
waqt ,,., padhegi pretending pure hone ki… 

Mom: (karahatein ke beech dheeme rone lagi, phir bhi bebas uchalti rahi) Bas kar… please aisa mat bol… 
dil ko dard hota hai… mat… andar mat khatam kar… kuchh bhi karungi… bas wahan nahi… 

Lekin sukoon ke beech maa ki karahatein tukde tukde iqraar ban gayi, awaaz toot rahi thi jab andar se khud se
 nafrat ubhar rahi thi. "Ahh… main kitni buri maa hoon, aaahhhh" woh siskari, ek pal ke liye rhythm ruk gaya 
phir zor se neeche baith gayi, jaise khud ko saza de rahi ho. 

"Kaise kar sakti hoon yeh? Mera beta… aaaahhhh oohhhh… woh mujhe dekhta hai, aur main yahan randi ki
 tarah. Sab barbaad kar diya – shadi, imaan. Hussein iska haqdaar nahi… oh ,.', maaf kar." Aansu aankhon 
mein bhar aaye, pasine ke saath mil kar chehre par beh rahe the, lekin ruk nahi rahi thi; jism uske shabdon se
 dhoka de raha tha, release ke peeche daud raha tha. 







Gajendra dheeme se hanse, haath upar utha kar uske chooche pakde, angutha nipples ko chhed raha tha.
 "Shh, meri jaadui gulab, tu buri nahi – tu zinda hai. Saawar hoti raho, sab nikaal do." 

Woh sir hila rahi thi, lekin kamar hilti rahi, upar neeche be-ruk, andaruni deewarein har dhakke par uske charon
 taraf bandh rahi thi. "Maine apni zindagi barbaad kar di," woh karahatein ke beech royi, awaaz tez hoti gayi 
jab sukoon badha. 

"Itne saal deendar ban kar, paanch waqt ,,.,, aur ab… yeh. Hussein se talaq maang lu – woh bimar hai,
 hospital bed par tadap raha hai, aur main yahan dhoka de rahi hoon. Kaisi biwi hoon main? Khudgarz, 
gunahgaar aahhhh. Mujhe bahar nikaal dena chahiye, community se nikaal dena. Mera ghar kabhi maaf nahi
 karega… ahh, haan wahi… nahi, matlab main khud se nafrat karti hoon iske liye! ooohhhh Gajendraaaa" 

Uske shabd jaldi jaldi nikle, gunah aur sukoon ka mila jula toofan, jism peeche jhuk gaya tez sawaar karte hue,
 nakhun uske kandhon mein dhans rahe the. 

"Main _ aurat ke taur par nakaam hoon – haram, sab kuchh. Kyon ruk nahi paati? Jaise shaitan ne
 pakad liya ho. Hussein se khatam karungi, nayi shuruaat, lekin kaise? Tere saath? Nahi, woh aur bura hoga… 
oh Gajendra, mat rukna mujhe encourage karna, mujhe yeh sharam chahiye." 

Woh dheeme se hanse, awaaz uske toofan ke khilaaf mitha marham. "Meri aag wali angaara, tu barbaad nahi 
– nayi paidaish hui hai. Teri har karahat mere liye sangeet hai. Aur bata, yeh humein josh de." Aur woh boli, 
iqraar toofan ki tarah beh rahe the. 

"Main gandi hoon – mere bete ke liye bura misaal. Woh sochta hai main mazboot hoon, lekin dekho mujhe, 
doosre mard ke lund par uchalti hui jab uska baap zindagi se lad raha hai. Maine ghar ko maila kiya, deen ko.
 Talaq hi rasta hai aoohhhhhh" 

Meri rooh kaala ho gayi… lekin itna achha lag raha hai, itna galat. Ab aadat ho gayi hai, na? Barbaad aurat,
 jannat se zyada sukoon ke peeche. 

Uski sawaar tez hui, gaand uski jaanghon par chatak chatak baj rahi thi har neeche jaane par, unki milaap ki
 geeli awaazein kamre mein bhar rahi thi. Woh aage jhuki, baal un par parde ki tarah, saansein uski gardan 
par garam jab woh aur khud par ilzaam lagati rahi, har ek use aur tez kar raha tha. 

Waqt unke josh ke dhundh mein gum ho gaya; ek ghanta guzar gaya bina pata chale, sirf saanson ki badalti 
rhythm aur gehri qurbat se. Maa ki harkatein thakawat se thodi dheemi hui, lekin aag abhi jal rahi thi. 
Achanak Gajendra ke haath uski kamar par sakht hue, uska jism neeche se upar utha uske saath milne. 

"Ab, meri jaan," woh garaj kar bola, raftaar tez, neeche se aur gehre tez dhakke. Maa ki aankhein phail gayi; 
woh pehchaan gayi – uske musalein sakht, saansein beqabu. "Is baar andar hi jhadega," woh saans rokte 
hue boli, dar aur josh mila hua. "Mehsoos ho raha hai badhta hua… oh Gajendra, please mat…" 

Gajendra: (zor se karah kar, jism sakht, kamar zor se upar) Ahhh—fuck—aa raha hai—Shahida—le—har 
boond le—nggghhh! 

(Woh andar hi phoot pada, maa ki choot mein sperms pulse karte hue gehre, motey jhatke bharte hue use
 neeche dabaye rakha taaki bhag na sake.) 

Mom: (shock aur dar se saans rok kar jab mehsoos hua woh andar hi chhod raha hai) Nooo… Gajendra… 
tune… andar hi… oh ,.'… tune kya kar diya… (woh apne anchahe climax se kaanp uthi, jism ne aakhri 
baar dhoka diya) 

Gajendra: (tez saans lete hue, abhi bhi andar, buri muskurahat) Fuck… perfect tha… tune mujhe itna achha
 doodh diya, deendar randi… 

Mom: (jaldi se uth kar geeli awaaz ke saath usse alag hui, uska maal bahar nikalne laga, bistar par bagal
 mein gir gayi, seena upar neeche, chhat par dekhte hue mayoosi mein) Tu… tu janwar… kaise kar sakta
 hai? Maine mana kiya tha… minnat ki… ab main tere… tere gande se bhari hoon… agar baccha ho gaya 
to? Meri zindagi… shadi… sab barbaad… 

Gajendra: (side par palat kar, ungli se uski jaangh par line banate hue, smug) Relax, Shahida. Tu devi ki 
tarah saawar hoti hai. Sabse achhi choot jo kabhi mili – tight, geeli, aur itni gunahgaar. Isse aur garam 
bana deti hai. 

Mom: (chehra door kar, awaaz chhoti tooti) Aisa tareef mat kar… yeh mujhe aur bura mehsoos karwata hai…
 main gandi hoon… maine hone diya… phir se… 

Gajendra: (hanste hue, haath se uski kamar thapthapate hue) Arre, ab rona mat. Mere bag mein subah 
ki pill hai. Jaane se pehle le lena. Koi baccha nahi, koi problem nahi. Dekha? Main apni pasandida veili 
randi ka khayal rakhta hoon. 

Mom: (fisfisate hue, aansu gaalon par) Abhi de de… please… abhi le lu… jitna der tere saath rahungi… 
utna bura mehsoos hoga… dil bhari hai… khud se nafrat hai… ghar jaana hai… is gunah ko dhona hai… 

Gajendra: (dheere baith kar, muskurate hue pant uthane ke liye) Theek hai, theek hai. Pill teri. Lekin ek pal ke
 liye maante hai – tune andar maal mehsoos kar ke bahut pasand kiya. Tera jism pehle kabhi aise nahi 
kaanpa tha. 

Mom: (dono haathon se chehra chhupate hue, awaaz dabbi) Nahi… nahi maanti… yeh haram hai… galat hai
… bas pill de aur jaane de… please… pehle hi toot rahi hoon… 

Baad mein, jab woh alag hue, maa guest room ke bistar ke kinaare baithi – zyada privacy ke liye wahan
 gaye the – peeli resham ki shorts pehen rahi thi aur blue veil theek kar rahi thi baikhre baalon par. 

Shorts uske curves se chipki hui, resham lamp ki roshni mein chamak rahi thi, veil uske laal chehre ko 
frame kar raha tha, kuchh pal pehle ke bikharne se bilkul alag. 

Gajendra headboard ke sahare let gaya, cigarette jalayi, dhuaan dheeme upar ja raha tha. Usne use 
dekha mischievous grin ke saath. "Shahida, tune bahar bilkul randi ki tarah karah kar ke," woh besharmi 
se bola, dhuaan chhod kar. "Itni wild awaazein, aur maangti rahi – koi bhi sochega tu professional hai." 

Mom ne use dekha, chehra defiance aur baaki sukoon ka mila hua. Woh jhuki nahi ya sharam se laal 
nahi hui; balki seedha baithi, nazar milayi. "Aur agar kiya to? Us pal mein sahi laga. Mujhe chhota mat
 dikhaane ki koshish kar, Gajendra. Hum dono yahan hain, na? Agar main randi hoon, to tu kya hai?" 
Uski awaaz shaant, almost challenge bhari, uske shabdon ko andar nahi lene deti. Woh hanse, ek aur 
kash liya. 

"Sahi kaha, meri jaan. Lekin maante hai – har pal pasand aaya." Woh halka gussa hui, sir hila kar. 
"Shayad. Lekin yeh hum dono ke beech hai. Label ki zaroorat nahi." 

Pyaas gala sukha rahi thi mehnat se, pasine aur mehnat ka namkeen swad abhi bhi. "Paani chahiye,"
 woh dheeme se boli, khadi hui aur shorts theek ki. 

Jab woh kitchen ki taraf gayi, hips naturally hil rahe the, peeli resham uski bhari gol gaand se chipki
 hui, size aur shape ko aur ubhaar rahi thi. Kapda patla, almost see-through, har kadam par thoda
 upar chadhta, gaand ke beech mein phans jaata jaise bina chahe dawat. 

Uski gaand dheeme se hil rahi thi harkat mein, curves saaf aur behkaane wali, nazar ko rok nahi 
paati. Gajendra ki nazar har harkat par thi, aankhein sikud kar tareef mein. Woh dheeme sir 
hilaaya, jaan kar muskurahat faili, jaise koi private mazak enjoy kar raha ho. 






Mere chhupne wali jagah se hallway ke andhere mein, main bhi dekh raha tha – pehli baar bina sharam
 ke. Maine kabhi maa ko aise nahi dekha tha, kabhi gaand par nazar nahi tikayi thi. 

Lekin aaj raat, bandhan toot gaye; uski gaand, itni bhari aur bina maafi maange, andar kuchh janwaron 
jaisa jagaya. Socha Gajendra kya soch raha hoga – use conquest, khilona? Ya kuchh zyada? Uski nazar
 nahi hati jab woh kitchen pahunchi, jug se paani daali, glass counter par halki awaaz se takraya. 

Saari der uski nazar uski gaand ke outline par thi, shorts kaise har curve ko ubhaar rahi thi. Main
 samajh gaya woh koi plan bana raha tha, kuchh shaitani usi hisse par, muskurahat aur gehri
 anticipation mein. 

Mom ne paani piya, thanda paani gale ko sukoon diya, aur guest room wapas aayi, uske bagal mein
 baith gayi. Cigarette ka dhuaan unki intimacy ki baqi khushboo se mila. 

Gajendra ne cigarette ashtray mein dabaya, use dekha aankhon mein chamak. "Shahida, kabhi 
socha hai kuchh alag try karne ka? Jaise… peeche se… teri gaand mein?" Uska sawaal hawa mein 
latka, seedha lekin curiosity bhara. 

Mom: (bistar ke kinaare baithi, abaya jaanghon par neeche ki, awaaz kaamp rahi aur dheemi) 
Gajendra… bas karo. Ab ghar jaana hai. Mera beta intezaar kar raha hai, aur… main pehle se hi 
bahut gandi mehsoos kar rahi hoon. Please, jaane do. 

Gajendra: (abhi nanga, lund aadha sakht, deewar ke sahare muskurate hue) Gandi? Tune teen 
baar mere lund par jhad gayi, Shahida. Teri deendar choot maang rahi thi. Ab prayer mat par 
wapas jaana chahti hai jaise kuchh hua hi nahi? 

Mom: (haathon ko dekhte hue, kaamp rahi) Main… galti ki. Bahut bada gunah. Mera shohar 
hospital mein hai, aur maine… dhoka diya. Yahan nahi reh sakti. ,.' kabhi maaf nahi karega. 

Gajendra: (paas aate hue, awaaz ab dheemi, almost behlaate hue) Arre, itna dramatic mat ban. 
Tu yahan hai. Baith ja. Relax kar. Mere paas kuchh aur try karna hai tere saath. Kuchh… khaas. 
Bahut auratein karti hain. Yeh gehra hai, qareeb karta hai. 

Mom: (nervous nazar utha kar) Kya… kya matlab? Maine pehle hi bahut de diya. Aur kuchh nahi 
kar sakti. 






Gajendra: (uske bagal mein baith kar, haath ghutne par) Aise soch… jaise kuchh phal andar se hi 
meethhe hote hain? Gehrai mein jaana padta hai asli ras chakhne ke liye. Ya jaise ghar mein 
secret darwaza. Zyadatar log sirf aage ka darwaza use karte hain, lekin peeche wala chhupi hui
 kamron tak le jaata hai. Aurat ke jism mein bhi wahi hai. Ek aur tareeka qareeb hone ka. 

Mom: (naak sikod kar, thoda door hui) Gajendra… samajh nahi aa raha kya bol rahe ho. Seedha 
batao. Ghar jaana hai. 

Gajendra: (paas jhuk kar, fisfisate hue) Main teri gaand chodna chahta hoon, Shahida. Woh tight 
chhota ched jiski tu bahut sharam karti hai. Andar slide karna chahta hoon, tujhe mujh par bandh 
mehsoos karna. Sabse gande tareeke se tujhe apna banana. 

Mom: (aankhein dar se phaili, jism peeche hata) Kya?! Nahi! Kabhi nahi! Kya!!! Woh… woh ched 
gandagi ke liye hai! Wahan se… tatti nikalti hai! Ganda hai! Mera shohar – mera apna shohar – kabhi
 nahi maanga! Woh mujhe izzat deta hai! Yeh haram hai, Gajendra! Hamare mazhab mein mana
 hai! Sodomy bada gunah hai! Main kabhi nahi karne dungi! 

Gajendra: (andhere se hanste hue) Sun to sahi. Ab Quran ki ayat suna rahi hai? Hospital mein mera 
maal nigla tha acche chhote randi ki tarah, aur ab scholar ban gayi? Tere imaan ne roka nahi Hiindu
lund ke liye taangein failane se. 

Mom: (awaaz dar se tez) Woh alag tha! Woh… kamzori thi. Lekin yeh… bilkul alag hai. Nahi karungi.
 Nahi kar sakti. Please, jaane do. 

Gajendra: (awaaz sakht) Pet ke bal let ja, Shahida. Abhi. 

Mom: (sir tez hila kar) Nahi… Gajendra, please. Dar lag raha hai. Mat majboor kar. 

Gajendra: (dheemi aur gusse wali awaaz, kalaai pakad kar) Maine kaha let ja. Sochti hai masoom
 biwi ki tarah nikal jayegi? Tu pehle se barbaad hai. Andar maal chhod diya. Bitch ki tarah karahi thi.
 Yeh kuchh bhi nahi jo tune pehle kiya uske saamne. 

Mom: (aansu bhar aaye, awaaz chhoti) Tu mujhe dara raha hai… tu gussa hai… 

Gajendra: Kitchen ja aur tel le aa. 

Meri maa jaldi se kitchen gayi jaise hukm hua, dar rahi thi, usse gussa nahi karna chahti thi. Woh 
zalim ban raha tha. 





Woh ruk gayi, socha, phir bina bole khadi hui. Corner ki shelf se chhoti bottle tel li – ghar ke kaam 
ka bacha hua, shayad massage ya khana banane ke liye. Wapas aayi, bistar par pet ke bal let gayi, 
sir bandhe haathon par, gaand dawat ki tarah pesh. 

Gajendra ke haath turant uski gaand par gaye, naram bhari mams ko zor se masalte hue, tel haathon 
par lagakar massage kar raha tha. Uski gaand bhari, gol, dabav mein naram lekin roz ki zindagi se 
sakht. 





Mere khayalon mein, chhup kar dekhte hue, soch raha tha kitna kismat wala hai Gajendra aaj raat 
– woh maa ki gaand lene wala tha, woh jagah jise kisi ne chhua nahi, baap ne bhi itne saalon ki shadi
 mein nahi. Woh kunwaari thi, paak hone ki alamat uske bhatakne mein bhi, koi mard wahan nahi 
gaya, yeh kaam aur gehra bana deta tha, aakhri rukawat toot rahi thi. 

Gajendra: (use zor se kheench kar bistar par, pet ke bal dhakel kar) Achha. Dar ja. Darna chahiye. 
Jab tak mujhe jo chahiye na mile, nahi jaayegi. Theek se palat. Gaand upar. 

Mom: (siskate hue, muh takiye mein, jism kaamp raha) Please… minnat hai. Mera ghar… mere 
bacche… agar der se ghar gayi to pata chal jayega kuchh galat hai… 

Gajendra: (peeche ghutno par baith kar, gaand failate hue dheere) Woh jaan jayenge tu ek randi hai 
jo bimar shohar se dhoka deti hai. Wohi jaanenge. Ab relax kar apni kunwaari gaand. Main ise 
barbaad karunga. Failaunga. Khulwaunga mere liye. Tu kabhi nahi bhulegi is ched ka maalik kaun hai. 

Mom: (dheeme roti hui) Nahi… please… pehle se hi bahut gandi mehsoos ho rahi hai… sab kho diya… 

Gajendra: (uski gaand par thook kar, zor se ragad kar) Sab kho diya? Tune dignity hospital mein 
ghutno par baith kar kho di thi. Yeh to upar ka cherry hai. Ek gandi _ randi apne Hiindu 
padosi se shithole chudwa rahi hai. Zor se bol – bata mujhe tu le rahi hai. 

Mom: (awaaz toot rahi, mushkil se sunai deti) Main… nahi… bahut zyada hai… 

Gajendra: (gaand par zor se thappad) Bol, Shahida. Warna aur dard hoga. Bol tu apna ganda tatti 
wala ched chudwane degi. 

Mom: (zor se roti hui, haar maan kar) …Main… degi… please bas… dard mat karna… 

Gajendra: (muskurate hue, supara us par ragad kar) Sahi hai. Acchi ladki. Tu pehle se sabse buri 
randi hai. Poora jaane de. Main teri deendar chhoti gaand barbaad karunga. 

Mom: (takiye mein siskate hue) Oh ,.'… maaf kar… bahut sharminda hoon… 

Usne use waisi randi ki tarah treat kiya jaise maine online forbidden porn videos mein dekha tha 
– hukm dete, cheez banate, haath gaand faila kar sabse private jagah dikha rahe the. 

Main hairan tha ki maa ne itni jaldi maan liya; yeh woh aurat jo mujhe sakht --- taleem deti thi, 
modest rehna sikhati thi aur Quran padhati thi. Hamare mazhab mein aurat ki gaand mein ghusna 
sabse bade gunahon mein se hai, hadith mein mana hai jaise janwaron ke kaam, ,.' ke gusse 
aur shadi mein bigaad ka sabab. Yeh jism aur rooh ko maila karta hai, izzat aur sehat ke liye 
mana. Phir bhi woh maan gayi. 

Gajendra: (buri muskurahat, haath gaand se neeche, ungli uski bandh gaand ke darwaze par) Oh,
 Shahida, tera ganda chhota ched maang raha hai. Dekh kaise twitch kar raha – main ungli 
andar daal raha hoon, tu gandi _ randi. 

Mom: (aankhein dar se phaili, zor se chillate hue, tadapte hue aur palatne ki koshish, haath uske 
seene par dhakel rahe) Nahi! Gajendra, ruk! Mat karna! Ahhh! Yeh ghin aati hai—please, nahi! 
(woh taangein dheeme laat maarti, gaand bandh kar rokne ki koshish, aansu chehre par beh 
rahe) yeh mana hai! Mera shohar ne kabhi wahan haath nahi lagaya! 






Gajendra: (buri tarah hanste hue, ek haath se uski taangein zor se alag karke, ungli dheere se uski 
tight gaand mein daalte hue, garam virodh ko todte hue) Bahut der ho chuki hai, tum jhooti chhinal. 
Mehsoos kar rahi ho? Meri ungli ab tumhari tatti wali ched mein gehri daal di hai, jahan se tumhari 
paak tatti nikalti hai. Tum iske ird-gird kas rahi ho jaise koi bebas dhokebaaz — shayad tumhari 
kitabon mein veili ki gaand mein ungli daalne ka zikr nahi hai, hai na? 

Maa: (zor se chillate hue, jism shock aur sharam se tedha ho jata hai, nakhun uske baahon mein 
gadte hue haath hataane ki koshish mein) Aaaah! Ruko! Dard ho raha hai — bahar nikalo! He
 Bhagwan, mujhe maaf kar do… yeh meri beizzati hadd se zyada kar raha hai… mmm… minnat hai,
 ruk jao! 

Gajendra: (ungli aur gehri dhakel kar, andar ghumate hue, uski minnat ko nazarandaaz karte hue)
 Jitni minnat karni hai kar lo, Shahida. Yeh milta hai tumhe itna paak banne ka natak karne ki saza, 
masjid mein ,,., padhne wali aur chupke se lund ki pyaasi. Tumhari gaand itni gandi aur garam 
hai — bilkul us _ sharam ke tatti se bhari hui. 

Maa: (zor se cheekhte hue bhi be-ikhtiyar karah rahi, kamar utha kar use hataane ki koshish, ek 
haath peeche ja kar uski kalaai pakad kar kheenchti) Nahi… ahhh! Abhi bahar nikalo! Yeh sab
 barbaad kar dega — minnat hai, meri izzat mat barbaad karo… ohh… mera imaan, mera 
ghar-baar… ruk jao! 

Gajendra: (aakhir ungli dheere bahar nikaalte hue, use naak ke paas le ja kar zor se soonghte hue,
 aankhein uski aankhon mein gade) Mmm, yeh boo soongho? Tumhari gaand ki tatti ki boo aa rahi 
hai, Shahida — taaza tatti aur tumhari nakli paaki ka mixture. Tum koi nek biwi nahi, tum ek 
badbudar shauchalay ho jo saint banne ka natak karti hai. Kaisa lag raha hai jaanne se ki tumhari 
sabse chhupi ched ab sewer jaisi boo de rahi hai tumhare abaya ke neeche? 

Maa: (saans phoolte hue, sharam se simat kar, awaaz kaamp rahi jab woh apne aap ko chhupati 
hai) Ohhh… yeh kitni beizzati hai… please, aise shabd mat bolo aur… mmm… tum mera naam, 
meri paaki barbaad kar rahe ho… ruk jao! 

Gajendra: (andhere mein hanste hue, ab apni beech ki ungli ko uske hi ras se geela kar ke bina 
chetaavni ke uski gaand mein phir se dhakel dete hue, pehle se zyada gehra) Naam barbaad 
karna? Shahida Paak? Zyada sahi Shahida Tatti-Boo Wali Chhinal. Mehsoos karo yeh doosri ungli 
tumhari gandi ched ko kheench rahi hai — tum sirf ek dhokebaaz kutiya ho jo veil ke peeche 
chhup kar padosi ka lund choosti hai jab uska shohar hospital mein sad raha hai. Tumhare 
bacche tumhe misaal samajhte hain? Ha, tum ek veery peene wali nakli aurat ho jiski gaand 
jhooth aur masala ki pudine ki boo se bhari hai. 

Maa: (phir zor se cheekhte hue, jism hilta hua, uske haath par thappad marte hue aur palatne 
ki koshish) Aaaah! Nahi, ek aur nahi! Bahar nikalo — minnat hai Gajendra, rehem karo! Ahh… 
yeh meri itni beizzati kar raha hai… he Bhagwan kyon… mmm… mujhe aise maila mat karo! 

Gajendra: (ungli andar bahar zor zor se chalate hue, phir bahar nikaal kar zor se soonghte hue, 
use uski naak ke neeche hilate hue) Yeh soongho, bekaar randi. Tumhari apni tatti ki boo — 
tumhara paak naam hamesha ke liye maila. Shahida ka matlab 'zinda', lekin tumhari boo
 murda izzat jaisi hai. Paak banne ka natak? Tum naali se bhi gandi ho, Hiindu ke liye taangein
 failati ho aur dua padhti ho. Tumhara imam tum par thook dega, tumhari daadi Zainab shayad 
wahi chhinal khoon thi jo tum tak aaya. 

Maa: (sir palat kar, cheekhte hue jab woh ungli uske chehre ke paas laata hai, haath kamzor 
se use hataate hue) Nahi! Mujhe mat soonghaao — ahhh! Yeh ganda hai… please ruk jao, tum 
meri rooh tod rahe ho… mmm… mera mazhab yeh beizzati ijazat nahi deta… ohh… minnat hai, 
aur mat! 

Gajendra: (ungli thodi der uske honthon par dabate hue phir peeche khinch kar, muskurate hue) 
Apni beizzati ka swad chakho, Shahida. Tum koi wafadar _ nahi, tum ek tatti-boo wali 
zina karne wali ho, bimaar shohar ko, bacchon ko, Khuda ko dhoka deti ho — sirf iske liye. Kaisi 
lagi yeh nakli paaki barbaad karna? Ab tum sirf ek gandi, be-izzat ched reh gayi ho. 

Baad mein, usne ungliyon se uski panty aur shorts ki kamar pakdi aur ek hi jhatke mein taangon
 se neeche kar diya, use bilkul nanga kar diya. 

Uske gaand ke dono hisse thoda alag hue, tight, sikudi hui ched dikhi. Usne aur tel daala, 
ungliyon se dheere dheere gol-gol massage karte hue, pehle halke se chhedte hue, phir gehra, 
jisse uske muh se halki saans nikalti hai. "Apni badi gaand ke dono hisse mere liye failao, Shahida,"
 usne hukm diya, awaaz mein ikhtiyar. 

Woh ruk gayi, phir peeche haath daal kar apne maans ko pakad kar alag karti hai. "Please Gajendra
… naram rehna. Minnat hai — mujhe achha mehsoos karao." 

Usne muskurate hue beizzati bhare shabdon mein kaha. "Pehle se minnat? Kitni bhookhi chhinal 
ban gayi ho. Zyada failao — mujhe intezaar mat karwao." Uski badi gaand, itni naram aur lubhaane 
wali, use seedha karne mein mushkil de rahi thi; gaand ke hisse virodh kar rahe the, band ho rahe
 the. "Arre, yeh moti gaand beech mein aa rahi hai," usne beizzati ki, ek gaand par halka thappad
 maara. 

"Theek se failao aurat — mujhe tadpa mat." Usne apna lund poora tel se geela kiya, chamak raha
 tha, aur khud ko position kiya, sir uski ched par rakha. Maa chillayi, "Ruko — bahar nikalo! Bahut 
zyada hai!" Lekin woh aage badha, buri baatein karte hue. "Chup aur le lo, chhinal. Mat kaso — 
dheela karo, warna zyada dard hoga. Tumne yeh chaaha tha, yaad hai?" 

Maa: (tez saans lete hue jab Gajendra achanak apne lund ka sir uski tight, kabhi na chhui gaand 
par dabata hai, jism sakht ho jata hai) Nahi… Gajendra, wahan nahi! Please… wahan kabhi nahi…
 ahhh! 

Gajendra: (buri tarah muskurate hue, uski sikudi ched par thook kar mota sir zor se dhakel dete 
hue virodh ko todte hue) Apna paak muh band karo, Shahida. Aaj yeh paak _ gaand 
chudi jayegi. Mehsoos kar rahi ho? Tumhari tatti wali ched Hiindu lund ke ird-gird khul rahi hai 
— kitna jalta achha lag raha hai, hai na? 






Maa: (awaaz phat kar unchi cheekh mein badal jati jab woh gehra dhakel raha hai, ek ek zulm 
bhara inch) Ahhh… oh ,.'… dard ho raha hai… mmm… bahut bada… please dheere… yeh 
gunah hai… bilkul gunah… 

Gajendra: (ab zor se dhakka dete hue, aadha lund ek hi dhakke mein daal dete hue, haath kamar 
par pakad kar) Gunah? Tumhe gunah pasand hai, gandi veili randi. Mere liye cheekho. Batao kitni
 tight hai tumhari gaand apni dhokebaaz choot se. 

Maa: (tooti hui karahate hue, aansu beh rahe, jism har dhakke se aage hilta) Ahh… ahh… yeh… 
bahut tight… mmm… main nahi… Gajendra ruk jao… mera mazhab… meri rooh… 

Gajendra: (ekdum se poora andar dhakel dete hue, use cheekhne par majboor karte hue) Theek 
se jawab do, chhinal. Kaun sa lund abhi tumhari kunwaari gaand barbaad kar raha hai? Zor se
 bolo. 

Maa: (rone aur karahate hue, awaaz kaamp rahi) Tumhara… ahhh… Gajendra ka lund… yeh meri
… meri gaand barbaad kar raha hai… 

Jab woh gehra dhakel raha tha inch inch, main dekhta raha, haath pant ke upar se apna lund 
sehlata hua, sharminda lekin uttejit. Kaise dekh sakta hoon apni maa ko randi banate hue, itni 
beizzati hote hue? Ab uska poora lund andar tha, hilt tak. 

Woh uski gaand barbaad karna chahta tha, zulm bhare irade se dhakke mar raha tha, zor zor 
se chod raha tha, bistar hil raha tha. Uske gaand ke hisse har dhakke se hil rahe the, lahar jaise
 maans par. Woh neeche haath daal kar apni choot sehlane lagi, karah rahi thi, aur usne beizzati 
ki: "Khud ko sehla rahi ho jaise koi bebas kutiya? Ghin aati hai." 






Gajendra: (lagataar dhakke dete hue, chamdi chamdi takra rahi) Acchi ladki. Ab batao apne 
bekaar shohar ke lund ke baare mein. Kitna chhota hai? Kya woh tumhe kabhi jhadta bhi hai? 
Bolo, warna is ched ko chodta rahunga jab tak tum tatti na kar do. 

Maa: (minnat bhari awaaz mein, chehra sharam se laal) Yeh… chhota… mmm… usne kabhi… 
ahh… kabhi mujhe santusht nahi kiya… jaise yeh… 

Gajendra: (buri tarah hanste hue, uske veil se sir peeche kheench kar) Zor se bolo, kutiya. Bolo:
 “Mere shohar ka chhota lund bekaar hai. Woh ek kamzor cuck hai jo apni biwi ko chod nahi sakta.” 

Maa: (awaaz kaamp rahi, sharm se karahate hue maan leti) Mera… ahhh… shohar ka chhota lund
 bekaar hai… woh ek kamzor cuck hai… jo apni biwi ko chod nahi sakta… he Bhagwan mujhe maaf 
kar do… 

Gajendra: (aur zor se dhakke dete hue, uski gaand hilate hue) Bilkul sahi. Ab bolo tum asal mein
 kya ho. Bolo: “Main ek gandi _ chhinal hoon jo apni tatti wali ched ko kafir lund se 
barbaad karwana pasand karti hai.” 







Maa: (cheekhte hue, jism be-ikhtiyar uske ird-gird kas raha) Main… ahhh… main ek gandi _
 chhinal hoon… jo apni tatti wali ched ko… kafir lund se barbaad karwana pasand karti hai… mmm… 

Gajendra: (garajte hue, haath aage daal kar uski clit ko zor se dabate hue) Aur bolo. Apne ko aur
 bura bolo. Sach bolo, tum jhooti dua padhne wali randi. 

Maa: (zor se karahate hue, shabd toot toot kar nikal rahe) Main… ek gandi haram dhokebaaz kutiya…
 ek lund ki pyaasi veili randi… ahh… Hiindu veery ka shauchalay… main gandi hoon… main iski 
haqdaar hoon… 

Gajendra: (zulm bhare dhakke dete hue, awaaz mein nafrat) Haan haqdaar ho. Phir se bolo — zor
 se. Bolo ki tum mere pairon ke neeche ki mitti se bhi neeche ho kyunki tumne mujhe har ched 
maila karne di jo tumhare shohar ne kabhi chhua nahi. 

Maa: (rone wali karahate hue, bilkul toot chuki) Main… ahhh… mitti se bhi neeche… maine tumhe har 
ched maila karne di… jo mera shohar kabhi nahi chhua… main kuchh nahi… sirf ek bekaar… gaand
 chudi hui chhinal… 

Gajendra: (garajte hue, tez aur be-rehem raftaar) Yeh meri acchi chhoti _ suar. Karahati raho 
jaise be-sharam shauchalay ho jab main is paak tatti wali ched ko barbaad kar raha hoon. Ab tum 
meri ho, Shahida — tumhara har ganda inch mera hai। 


 

[Deepak_bull]

CHAPTER 17



Kya main ek besharm beta hoon? Kyun mujhe apni mom ko zaleel
hote dekh kar maza aa raha hai?



Uski gaand mein dard bahut tez hoga; main dekh sakta tha uske jism ke tense hone se, peeth thodi 
si uthi hui jab woh tease kar raha tha. Pehle jab usne pehli baar andar daala tha, woh cheekh uthi thi, 
"Aahhh! Dard ho raha hai... bahut bada hai, Gajendra, please dheere karo!" 

Uska sphincter, jo aise ghusne ke aadi nahi tha—Abbu saalon se bimaar the, aur usse pehle bhi unka 
rishta sada aur izzat wala tha—uski motai ke charon taraf dard se khinch gaya tha, muscles tez 
chubhan ke saath virodh kar rahe the jo neeche ke jism mein fail rahi thi. 

Ab jab woh dobara andar jaane wala tha, dard abhi bhi baaki tha, ek jalan bhari khichav jo uski 
jaanghon ko kaanp rahi thi. "Teri gaand kitni achhi tarah hil rahi hai, Shahida," 

Gajendra bola, awaaz 
mein mazak bhara hua jab usne uski gaand par halka sa thappad maara, dekh raha tha ki gosht talab 
ki tarah lehra raha hai. "Mere liye hilao isko—ise Musslim gaand ko hilao jaise sach mein chahti ho.
 Dikhao kitna chahti ho yeh, chahe muh se na bhi kaho." 

Ammi jhijhki, saans ruk gayi, lekin uski hukm bhari nazar ke neeche woh maan gayi, kamar idhar udhar
 hilane lagi, gaand ke dono hisse gol gol ghum rahe the jo gosht ko naram naram uchal rahe the. 

"Aise?" usne sharmaate hue poocha, awaaz chhoti si, aur main dil doobte hue samajh gaya ki woh 
poori tarah uske qabze mein thi—meri mazboot, deendar Ammi, uske har ishaare par chal rahi thi. 
Usne khud se hilana shuru kar diya bina aur kehne ke, yeh bahut kuchh bol raha tha; usne usmein
 kuchh toot diya tha, virodh ko majboori mein badal diya tha. 






"Haan, bilkul aise," usne mazak mein tareef ki, haath se ek aur thappad maara—is baar zyada zor se—
jisse uske honthon se tez "Oohh!" nikla, jism aage ko jhatka khaya. Usne be-rehmi se sharminda kiya,
 uske imaan aur wafadari par teer chalaye. 

"Dekho apne aap ko, Shahida—ek achhi Musslim biwi, roz
 paanch waqt ,,., padhti hai, bahar sar dhakhti hai, lekin yahan Hiindu mard ke liye gaand hila rahi
 hai. Tumhara imam kya kahega? Ya tumhara bimaar shohar Hussein, jo hospital ke bistar par pada hai
 jab tum uske saath dhoka kar rahi ho? 

Munafiq ho na? Beta ko paak hone ki taleem deti ho, lekin us 
mard ke liye taangein faila rahi ho jisne shohar ke hospital bill bhare. Bada gunah hai yeh—sabse bura
 zina, doosre mazhab se adultery. Tumne apna deen maila kar diya, aur kis liye? Kuchh rupaye aur ek 
sakht lund ke liye?" 

Usne ek ek kar ke uski munafiqat nikaali, shabd chhuri jaise the, aur apne zulm bhare mod daale. "Yaad
 hai jab pehli mulaqat mein halal haram ki baat ki thi? Kaha tha kabhi non-Musslim ko haath nahi
 lagaungi. Lekin ab teri gaand mujhe purane dost ki tarah swagat kar rahi hai. Aur woh Ramzan ka 
rozah jo tune rakha lekin mujhe chori chori dekhti rahi—munafiq! Ya woh veil jo itni sharam se 
pehenti ho, lekin andar se mere liye geeli ho jati ho. Bada gunah, Shahida—tera Khuda sab dekh raha 
hai, aur woh tujhe randi ki tarah hilte dekh raha hai." 

Ek aur thappad uski gaand par pada, awaaz tez goonji, aur woh cheekhi, "Aahhh! Please, itna zor se 
nahi!" Uski chamdi uske haath ke neeche laal ho gayi, chubhan sharmindagi mein izafa kar rahi thi. 
Woh yahin nahi ruka; usne uske badboo wale padne par bhi sharminda kiya, jo pehli ghusai ke dauran
 nikal gaye the. 

"Tere yeh pad, Shahida—tez badboo wale, jaise sadey ande curry ke saath mile hue. Kya Musslim auraton
 ke andar se aisi boo aati hai? Ghin aati hai, lekin mujhe garam kar deti hai. Phir se pad kar dikha—
nikal de, dikha apni asli gandagi." Aur aur gehra karne ke liye, usne maa hone ki shaan par mazak 
udaya: 

"Tune bete ko auraton ki izzat sikhayi, lekin yahan mujhe tujhe kachre ki tarah treat karne de 
rahi hai. Kaisa namuna hai tu? Munafiq maa, gunahgaar biwi." 

Ammi: (zor se cheekhte hue jab Gajendra uski tight gaand mein dhakka maarta hai, jism chaar haathon
 par tense aur kaanpte hue, veil aansuon bhare chehre par girta hua) Ruko! Gajendra, meri gaand 
chodna band karo! Dard ho raha hai... ahhh! Achha nahi lag raha... please, bahar nikaalo! Yeh bahut 
zyada hai... oh Khuda, nahi! 

Gajendra: (har gehre dhakke ke saath garajte hue, kamar ko mazboot pakde rakhta hua) Ab rukna 
chahti ho, Shahida? Tum mahinon pehle yeh chakkar khatam kar sakti thi, pata hai na. Lekin nahi, tu 
baar baar wapas aati rahi, jaise koi beqarar chhinal. Ab dekho apne aap ko, apna ghar tukde tukde kar 
rahi ho. 






Ammi: (daant pees kar chillate hue, peeche dhakelne ki koshish karti lekin jism majboori se karah raha
 hai) Aaaah! Maine kaha ruk jao! Tu mujhe barbaad kar raha hai... mmm... mera bechara shohar... 
woh hospital mein hai meri wajah se stress ki... ohhh, nahi! 

Gajendra: (zor se dhakke maarte hue, awaaz mazak se tapakti hui) Barbaad kar raha hoon? Tu ne usko
 barbaad kiya hai, Shahida. Bimaar shohar ke saath dhoka, padosi jaise mujhse chudwati rahi jab woh 
zindagi ke liye lad raha tha. Kya tujhe lagta hai tere jhooth aur raaz ne usko nahi toda? Tu apne ghar 
mein hi ghar todne wali hai, bacchon ko sharminda karti hai, apne imaan ko—sab kuchh is lund ke liye 
jo teri gaand mein hai. 

Ammi: (zor se cheekhte hue, muh par mutthiyan maarte hue dard aur gusse mein) Chup kar! Ahhh!
 Sach nahi hai... mera irada nahi tha... lekin... oh Khuda, shayad sach hai... maine sab barbaad kar
 diya... mmm... jaldi khatam kar, Gajendra! Jaldi kar taaki main ghar jaa kar yeh sab bhool jaaun... 
jaldi kar, harami! 

Gajendra: (buri tarah hanste hue, raftaar dheemi karke uska dukh badhata hua) Bhool jaana? Gunah 
ko bhool nahi sakti tu, gandi Musslim randi. Abhi teri gaand mere lund ko kas kar pakad rahi hai—agar 
nafrat hai to itna zor se kyon pakad rahi hai? Maan le, teri gaand is haram dhakke se pyaar karti hai. 

Ammi: (gusse se karahate hue, awaaz gusse aur na-chahte hue maze mein, jism virodh ke bawajood 
uth raha hai) Nahi... mmm... maza nahi aa raha! Yeh mat poochho... ahh... bas... ho raha hai... please,
 aur sharminda mat karo... ohhh! 

Gajendra: (phir tez karte hue, gaand par halka thappad maarke zor deta hua) To teri gaand mujhe vice 
ki tarah kyon pakad rahi hai? Bata, Shahida, kisi aur ne kabhi is gandi ched ko khincha hai? Ya sirf main
 hi teri paak peeche wali darwaze ko maila kar raha hoon? Tu gunahgaar hai na? Apne bechare shohar
 se pyar par sawaal uth raha hai—kya woh jaanta hai uski biwi ab gaand ki randi ban gayi hai? 

Ammi: (roti hui, cheekhen ab mayoos siskiyon mein badal rahi) Ahhh... haan, main gunahgaar hoon...
 mmm... main apne shohar se pyar karti hoon, lekin... oh Khuda, main yeh kyon kar rahi hoon? Mujhe
 jawab mat dilwao... bas ruk jao... nahi, matlab jaldi kar! 

Gajendra: (gehra dhakka dete hue, sakhti se maangta hua) Meri wajah se gaand kas, Shahida. Kar—
dikha kitna chhupa chhupa kar yeh sharmindagi chahti hai. Zor se kas, munafiq. 

Ammi: (jhijhakte hue lekin maan kar, gaand ke muscles ko uske lund ke charon taraf kas rahi hai gusse
 ke bawajood, majboori se karah rahi) Mmm... theek hai... ahh... lo, kar diya... ab khatam kar, tu 
monster! Yeh bahut galat hai... ohhh... 

Gajendra: (maze se garajte hue jab tight kas mehsoos karta hai, phir hawa ko soonghte hue mazak 
mein) Haan, yeh kas mehsoos ho raha hai—teri gaand mere lund ko gale laga rahi hai jaise kabhi 
chhodna nahi chahti. Lekin ruk... (ruk kar jab chhota sa pad nikal jata hai) Haha, abhi abhi mere lund
 par pad kiya? Dekho—teri be-qaboo pad aur be-qaboo lust ek saath. Gaand marte hue gas bhi nahi 
rok sakti, gandi, be-imaan kutiya. Shayad tere shohar ne kabhi teri badboo wali nikalne wali cheezon
 ka saamna nahi kiya. 






Ammi: (chehra sharam se jalte hue, sharminda gusse mein chillate hue karah rahi) Ahhh! aaaoohhh 
oohhh Gajendhraaa!! Us baat par chup kar... mmm... pehle se hi bahut sharmindagi hai bina tu bole! 
Haan, main barbaad hoon... lust mein doobi hui ghar barbaad karne wali... bas jaldi jhad ja taaki main
 maafi maangne ke liye ,,., pad sakoon... ohhh, aur nahi! 

Gajendra: (be-rehmi se dhakke maarte hue, sharminda karte hue) ,,.,? Gaand marte hue suar ki
 tarah padne ke baad? Teri lust utni hi be-qaboo hai jitni teri aantrein, Shahida. Soch jab ghar jayegi
 bacche teri gunah ki boo soonghenge—gaand chudai aur dhoke ki boo. Phir se kyon kas rahi hai agar
 poori randi nahi hai? Maan le tu khud ko mere liye barbaad karne se pyar karti hai. 

Ammi: (toot kar, aansuon mein gusse se karah rahi) Mmm... kyonki... ahh... shayad main gunahgaar 
hoon... main tujhse nafrat karti hoon iske liye... lekin jaldi kar, please... mera ghar intezaar kar raha 
hai... oh Khuda, main kya ban gayi hoon? 

Ammi dard se cheekhi, "Oohh! Aahhh, bahut gehra! Jalan ho rahi hai!" Ghusai ne use poora bhar diya, 
aantrein achanak bharpur hone se virodh kar rahi thi, ragad ki garmi ne nerves ko jaga diya jo use 
pata bhi nahi the. 

"Teri gaand kitni garam aur naram hai, Shahida—jaise resham mein lapeta hua bhatthi," woh garjta 
hua bola, kamar dheemi raftaar se hilane laga. "Tight bhi—pehle kabhi yahan choda nahi gaya na? 
Maine bahut auraton ko choda hai, lekin Musslim ki gaand mein nahi. Bahut ilaahi lag raha hai, jaise 
manaa kiya ilaaka fateh kar raha hoon. Tera mazhab isko mana karta hai na? Gaand marna, haram—
lekin tu isse pyar kar rahi hai na?" 






Usne apna dabdaba aur dikhaaya, dhakke ke beech poochha. "Apne kamzor shohar ko talaq de de, 
Shahida—tu apni izzat kho chuki hai. Poori tarah meri ho ja; main tera khayal rakhunga, bill sab. Itne 
gunah wale rishte se kyon chipki hui hai?" 

Aur ek cheez jod kar, "Apne bete ke baare mein soch—kya woh jaanta hai uski Ammi randi ban gayi 
hai? Hussein ko talaq de, warna main community ko sab bata dunga humare baare mein." 

Main andhere mein muth maar raha tha, haath tez tez chal raha tha, mujhmein izzat ya sharam ka 
naam o nishaan nahi bacha. Kyon main isse garam ho raha tha? Meri apni Ammi ki beizzati, aur main 
uski karahon ke taal par haath chala raha tha—sharmnaak, ghinona, lekin garmi ruk nahi rahi thi. 

Ammi ne sakhti se inkaar kiya, awaaz saanson ke beech toot rahi thi. "Kabhi nahi! Main Hussein ko 
kabhi talaq nahi doongi—woh mera shohar hai, mere bacche ka baap. Yeh... yeh galti hai, Gajendra.
 Ab ruk jao ya jaldi khatam karo—main aur nahi seh sakti." 

Lekin woh hansta hua zor se dhakka maarta raha. "Tu khud se jhooth bol rahi hai, Shahida. Tera
 jism dhoka de raha hai—mehsoos kar kitni geeli hai tu? Tu rukne ki minnat karti hai, lekin teri gaand
 aur chahti hai. Jhoothi, munafiq—buri Musslim randi. Tujhe gunahon ki saza milni chahiye, apne 
mazhab se dhoka, ghar se dhoka. Le jaise randi hai tu." Woh minnat jari rakhi, bechaini mein lambi 
minnatein: 

"Gajendra, please, rehem kar—jaldi khatam kar, main minnat karti hoon. Meri gaand bahut dard kar
 rahi hai; yeh mujhe cheer rahi hai. ,.' ka soch—nahi, insaaf ka soch. Ruk jao, ya kam se kam 
naram raho. Main zyada der nahi tik sakti." 

Ab woh jhadne wala tha, raftaar tez jaise engine mein piston, be-rehmi se thok raha tha, bistar zor
 se cheekh raha tha, uski gaand ke hisse uski jaanghon se rhythmic thappad kha rahe the. 

Is dauran paseena unke jism se beh raha tha, sex aur musk ki boo mil rahi thi; Ammi ki karahen badh
 rahi thi, "Aahhh! Oohh, bahut tez!" uske garajne ke saath mil rahi thi. Uske chhatiyan tezi se hil rahi
 thi, choochiyan chadar ko chhoo rahi thi, aur ungliyan kapde ko zor se pakde hue thi. 

Gajendra: (apna mota lund dheere se uski tight gaand mein dhakel raha hai, use stretch karte hue 
jab woh neeche wince kar rahi hai, abaya kamar ke charon taraf chadhi hui) Mmm, yahi hai, 
Shahida... teri kunwaari Musslim gaand aakhir meri ho gayi. Lagbhag ek ghanta se is tatti wale ched 
ko thok raha hoon, aur tu abhi bhi chhoti veili ki tarah kas rahi hai. Mehsoos kar raha hai? Har
 dhakka aur gehra us jagah mein jahan se teri gandagi nikalti hai. 






Ammi: (tez saans lete hue, jism kaamp raha hai, chadar ko zor se pakde, veil ke neeche chehre
 par aansu beh rahe) Aahhh… nahi, Gajendra… bahut dard ho raha hai… ohhh… bas karo yeh… 
yeh ghalat hai… ya ,.', mere gunah maaf kar… mmm… mera mazhab is gandagi ko mana karta 
hai… 

Gajendra: (zor zor se dhakke maarte hue, rhythm banate hue, paseena uski peeth par tapak raha) 
Ghalat? Tera jism to isse pyar kar raha hai, tu munafiq aurat. Dekh, tu garam kutiya ki tarah karah 
rahi hai. Aur oh, ruk — (aadha bahar nikaal kar apne lund ko dekhte hue, muskurate hue) yeh kya 
bhuri lakeer hai mere lund par? Tune mere liye chocolate bana diya, Shahida. Tu jaanti hai yeh kya 
hai? 

Ammi: (bhari saans lete hue, chehra sharam se laal, nazar hataane ki koshish) K-kya? Chocolate? 
Main… main nahi jaanti… aah… bas karo… yeh pehle se hi bahut sharmindagi hai… oh ,.'… 

Gajendra: (andhere mein hanste hue, lund ko uske chehre ke paas le jaate hue jabki abhi bhi thoda
 andar) Haha, tu bewakoof nek chhinal. Yeh teri tatti hai, Shahida. Tune meri gaand chudai ke waqt 
thodi tatti kar di mere lund par. Rok nahi paayi na? Saara halal khana ab Hiindu ke lund par bhuri 
daag ban gaya. 

Ammi: (dar se sisak kar, ek haath se muh dhak kar) Oh nahi… maaf karna Gajendra… yeh bahut 
ghinoni hai… aahhh… maine jaan bujh kar nahi kiya… maaf kar do… mmm… yeh bahut sharm ki 
baat hai… bas karo, main minnat karti hoon… 

Gajendra: (zor se wapas andar dhakel kar, usi 'chocolate' ko lubrication ki tarah istemaal karte hue, 
uski ched ke charon taraf failaate hue) Maaf karun? Teri jaanwar jaisi tatti mere upar girane ke liye? 
Tu maafi maang rahi hai, lekin teri gaand ab aur zor se pakad rahi hai. Shart lagaun tera shohar ne
 kabhi tujhe sex ke dauran tatti karte nahi dekha — oh ruk, usne yeh ched chhua hi nahi tha na? 
Ab dekh, ek nek _ ammi apni tatti se mere lund ko saja rahi hai. Yeh boo teri izzat ke 
marne ki hai na? 

Ammi: (woh dhakke jaari rakhte hue be-ikhtiyar karah rahi, awaaz rone se toot rahi) Mmm… nahi…
 aisa mat kaho… yeh mujhe barbaad kar raha hai… aah… meri nekii… main kabhi itni zaleel nahi 
hui… rehem karo meri rooh par… 





Gajendra: (tez karte hue, ungli par thoda sa daag le kar uske naak ke paas hilate hue) Rehem?
 Soongh yeh, Shahida — yeh teri tatti hai, tere pak jism se taaza. Wahi gaand jo tu wuzu ke liye
 dhoti hai, ab mere lund ko bhura rang de rahi hai. Soch Maghrib ki ,,., is boo ke saath. Tu
 imaan wali aurat nahi; tu kafiron ke liye tatti karne wala toilet hai. 

Ammi: (sir palat kar, thoda ubak kar lekin dhakke se karah rahi) Ohhh… mat hilao… yeh gandi hai
… ya Rabb, mujhe bacha… mmm… main bahut gandi mehsoos kar rahi hoon… yeh ., ke 
khilaf hai… aah… janwar bhi aisa nahi karte… 

Gajendra: (hanste hue, daag ko uski andaruni raan par ponchhte hue, aur gehre aur zor se 
dhakke) Tu hi to paida karti hai, tu gandi munafiq. Yeh 'chocolate' sabit karta hai niqab ke 
neeche tu sirf ek insani naali hai. Soch tere bacche kya ultiyan kar denge agar unhe pata chale 
ammi ki gaand haram chudai mein tatti leak karti hai. Yeh kaisi family izzat hai? 

Ammi: (jism kaamp raha, fisfisahat cheekh mein badal rahi) Aahhh… ab sharmindagi mat karo… 
mera rooh toot raha hai… please Gajendra… mere bacchon ka socho… ohhh… yeh zillat bardasht 
nahi hoti… 

Gajendra: (tez dheere karte hue tease kar, bahar nikaal kar phir mess dikhate hue) Bardasht nahi?
 Accha. Saaf chaat le agar baat band karwani hai. Nahi? To wapas le — (poora zor se uski gaand 
mein daal kar, karah kar) Aah, haan… teri tatti wali gaand ab aur mazedar lag rahi hai. Ek ghante 
se edging kar raha hoon, Shahida. Jaldi hi jhadne wala hoon. Tu chahti hai na? Apni tatti wali 
ched mein mera paani bharna. 

Ammi: (naram cheekh kar jab woh tez karta hai, kamar be-ikhtiyar hil rahi) Nahi… aahhh… andar 
mat jhadna… yeh haram hai… mmm… nahi… 

Gajendra: (aur zor se chudai, bistar zor se cheekh raha, balls us par thap thap) Chup kar aur 
maang, tu gandi _ kutiya. Bol mujhe teri gaand mein jhadne ko. Randi ki tarah bol — 
maang ki main teri tatti wali ched ko garam paani se bhar doon. Teri nek zindagi mein sabse 
gandi cheez kya chahti thi? 






Ammi: (zor se karah rahi, virodh toot raha hai tezi ke neeche, awaaz bhaari) Ohhh… please nahi
… lekin… aah… meri gaand mein jhad jao Gajendra… is gandi _ ched ko apne paani se
 bhar do… mmm… main hamesha chupke se chahti thi kafir ka paani apni manaa jagahon mein…
 maaf karna… 

Gajendra: (ab pagalpan se dhakke, har maar ke saath karah kar) Haan, aur maang! Yeh kiski gaand 
hai? Kaun abhi teri tatti wali nek jism ka maalik hai? Aur ganda bol — bata Quran tujhe is pyar se
 nahi bacha sakta. 

Ammi: (khushi aur sharam mein cheekhte hue, aansu beh rahe) Aahhh… yeh teri gaand hai Gajendra
… tu is tatti wali _ jism ka maalik hai… mmm… Quran mujhe rok nahi sakta tere paani ki
 khwahish se meri haram ched mein… ohhh… gehre bhar do… 

Gajendra: (zor se karah kar, jism tight hote hue climax ke paas, bina ruke maarte hue) Fuck haan,
 tu dhoka dene wali kutiya! Aa raha hai… GRRRAAAHHH! (uski gaand ke andar phoot pada, garam 
paani ki dhaar gehre andar, kamar zor se hilti hui) AAARRRGGGHHH! Sab le le, tu pak cumdump! 

Ammi: (paani ke sailab mein karah rahi, jism hil raha, lekin fisfisahat mein dua) Mmm… oh … 
aahhh… bahut zyada hai… ya Rabb… 

Gajendra: (dheere bahar nikaalte hue, paani leak ho raha stretched ched se pehle ke mess ke saath, 
zor se gaand par thappad) Dekh — teri gaand ab creamy tatti wala mess hai, Shahida. Tera ,.'
 apni nek beti par sharminda hai, padosi ne poop chute mein creampie kar diya. Tu ab _ 
nahi; tu mera personal toilet randi hai. Kaisa lag raha hai, jaante hue teri duaen bekaar hain jab 
mera paani tapak raha hai? 

Ammi: (bistar par gir kar, dheeme rone lagi, abaya neeche kheench kar) Aah… nahi… yeh sharam
… main nahi… ohhh… please chhod do mujhe… mera imaan toot gaya… 

Gajendra: (lund ko uske veil par ponchhte hue, upar se muskurate hue) Toot gaya? Accha. Ab ja 
,,., padh mere paani ke saath gaand mein — dekh tera ,.' aisi tatti daag wali randi ki dua 
sunta hai ya nahi. Agli baar main tujhe 'chocolate' khilaunga mere se. Tu barbaad ho gayi Shahida, 
aur tu har pal se ishq karti thi. 

Woh garaj kar jhad gaya, jism kaamp raha jab garam dhaar uski aant mein bhar gayi, ehsaas jaise
 andar garam aag ka paani bhar raha ho. Ammi ki reaction shock aur be-ikhtiyar maza thi: "Oh, 
main mehsoos kar rahi hoon… tera paani meri aant mein, itna garam, mujhe bhar raha hai. Aahhh!
 Yeh… yeh bahut zyada hai!" 






Unki baat-cheet aftermath mein chal rahi thi: "Shahida, teri gaand, jo tatti nikaalne ke liye bani hai, 
ab meri sperm le rahi hai — jaise fitrat ko ulta kar diya. Ganda hai na? Mera Hiindu beej teri Musslim
 gehraaiyon mein — kaisa lag raha hai, randi?" 

Ammi saans lete hue boli, apne ehsaas bayan karte hue: "Ajeeb lag raha hai, Gajendra — meri 
aantrein bhari hui hain, hil rahi hain, jaise dabav badh raha ho. Garam aur chipchipa, har jagah tapak 
raha hai. Please, ab apna lund nikaal lo — main minnat karti hoon, mujhe toilet jaana hai, yeh mujhe 
marod de raha hai." 

Woh uski peeth par gir pada, uska wazan use neeche daba raha tha, saans tez tez. "Accha lag raha 
hai na? Teri aankhon mein woh sukoon — tu bhi jhad gayi, gaand se, tu gandi Musslim chhinal." 

Ammi inkaar karne lagi, lekin sach tha; ek halki si kampan uske jism mein daud gayi thi, ek manaa 
hua jhadna. "Nahi, main nahi jhadi! Yeh dard hai, maza nahi. Mujh par se utar — please, toilet, main 
rok nahi sakti." 

Lekin usne notice kiya, mazak udate hue: "Jhoothi phir se — tera jism kaampa, teri karahen badli hui
 thi. Maan le, Shahida — tune meri cum apni gaand mein enjoy ki. Minnat kar le jitna chahe, lekin tu 
ne saza pasand ki." 

Aakhirkaar, usne apna lund dheere se nikaala, aur sperm ki dhaar ke saath thodi si uski tatti bed par 
tapak padi, silk chadar par ganda daag bana kar. Kyon thodi tatti nikal aayi? Kyonki usne kabhi gaand 
nahi marwayi thi — uska sphincter trained nahi tha, ghusne se cheezein dheeli ho gayin, aur cum ne 
lubricant ki tarah kaam kiya, jo andar tha use bahar dhakel diya. Dabav, anokhi bharaai, sab ne mil 
kar uski aantrein ko bahar nikaalne par majboor kiya. 

Gajendra: (apna lund uski tight gaand se geeli chatak ke saath nikaalte hue, dekhte hue ki moti dhaar 
uski cum ke saath uski tatti ki lakeerein bed sheet par tapak rahi hain, brown aur white daag bana 
rahi hain) Oh harami, dekh yeh gandagi, Shahida! Teri pavitra Musslim gaand ek ganda jwalamukhi ki 
tarah phat padi. Sperm aur tatti har jagah — ghin aati hai! 

Ammi: (aankhein dar se phaili hui, garam chipchipi mishran ko apni faili gaand se tapakte mehsoos 
karte hue, jism sharm aur sadme se kaamp raha) Ooh nahi… he Bhagwan, maine kya kar diya? 
Gajendra, main bahut maafi maangti hoon… maine jaan-bujh kar nahi… sab teri bed par… please 
mujhe maaf kar de… 






Gajendra: (apne gande lund ko uski jaangh par ponchhte hue, zalim muskurahat ke saath shaft par
 brown daag dekhte hue) Maaf karun? Tu pavitra chhoti veili randi, dekh tune kya kiya! Apni gaand 
ki gandagi aur meri cum se mera bed ganda kar diya. Aur mera lund — teri tatti se dhaka hua hai,
 tu gandi kutiya. Socha tha tu saaf-suthri hai, roz paanch waqt ,,., padhti hai, lekin yahan tu
 meri load tatti ki tarah nikaal rahi hai jaise sadak ki randi. 

Ammi: (chehra laal jal raha, aansu bhar aaye, mess ke neeche se hatne ki koshish karte hue) Maaf 
kar do, Gajendra… main deendar aurat hoon… yeh main nahi… mera imaan… he Bhagwan, maine 
sab kuchh ganda kar diya… mujhe ponchhne do, please… main ise saaf karna chahti hoon… 

Gajendra: (uski kamar zor se pakad kar, use peeth ke bal palat kar gaand ko behtar dikhate hue,
 chillate hue) Ponchhna? Bilkul nahi, tu gandi Musslim ammi! Tu yahan se tab tak nahi jaayegi jab
 tak tu apne us gande ched se meri cum ki har boond bahar na nikaal le. Apni gaand daba, Shahida 
— jaise toilet par tatti kar rahi ho. Chal, kar! 

Ammi: (ronte hue, gaand apne aap dab rahi, aur mishran tapak raha) Nahi… yeh kitni beizzati hai… 
main nahi kar sakti… ahh… please mujhe mat majboor kar… 

Gajendra: (paas jhuk kar, gaand ke ched ko zyada failaate hue gaur se dekhte hue) Zor se daba, tu
 munafiq! Soch jaise tu masjid mein hai, poora parda kiye, nek, lekin ab yahan cum aur tatti nikaal 
rahi hai. Haan — zor laga jaise tatti karne wali randi. Acchi ladki, dekh? Meri moti sperm nikal rahi
 hai, teri pavitra tatti ke saath mix. 

Ammi: (dheeme se zor lagate hue, chhoti dhaar cum-wali gandagi nikalti hui) Mmm… he Bhagwan
 mujhe maaf kar… nikal raha hai… main kitni sharminda hoon… 

Gajendra: (andhere mein hanste hue, gaand par thappad maarke protsahit karte hue) Haan, daba
 ja, Shahida. Fuck, maine zindagi mein itna kabhi nahi jhada — zaroor teri tight Musslim gaand ne 
mujhe poora nichod liya. Tu natural gaand marwane wali randi hai na? Tera shohar ne kabhi aise 
bhara hoga. Aur daba — us ring ko nichod! 

Ammi: (jism kaamp raha, phir zor lagate hue, khali mehsoos lekin thoda tapak raha) Ahh… lagta 
hai bas… ab nahi… please, Gajendra… 

Gajendra: (santusht nahi, ungliyon se gaand ke aas-paas daba kar aur nikaalne ki koshish) Abhi 
nahi, tu jhoothi kutiya. Phir zor laga — zyada zor se! Main chahta hoon meri behtar Hiindu beej ki 
har boond teri gandi ched se bahar. Chal, zor laga jaise meri cum-baby ko gaand se janam de rahi 
ho. 

Ammi: (zor lagate hue, geeli fart ke saath aakhri boond nikalti hui) Oh nahi… mmm… ab ho gaya… 
aur nahi… maine… fart bhi kar di… ya Rabb, yeh kitni sharm ki baat hai… 

Gajendra: (zor se hanste hue, naak haath se fan karte hue) Haha, tu ne fart kiya? Tu gandi, fart 
karne wali Musslim gai! Woh geeli, badboo wali dhamaka teri tatti wale ched se — jaise sadha hua
 curry aur cum ki boo. Kitni sharmnaak, Shahida! Itna imaan, itni ,,.,ein, aur ab tu sasti randi 
ki tarah gaand se gas chhod rahi hai. Phir kar — mere liye fart kar, tu gandi veili suar! 

Ammi: (chehra haathon mein chhupate hue, bechain minnat karte hue) Please, Gajendra… bas…
 mujhe aise mat istemaal kar… main maa hoon, wafadar biwi… yeh meri rooh ko ganda kar raha 
hai… rehem kar, main minnat karti hoon… yeh mere imaan ke khilaaf hai… 

Gajendra: (muskurahat bada kar, gaand ko halke se pinch karte hue) Us aurat ke liye jo saaf aur
 pavitra banne ka dikhawa karti hai lekin padosi se gaand marwati hai? Phir fart kar, Shahida — 
woh aakhri bubble bahar nikaal. Dikha kitna gir gayi tu apne pavitra kitaabon se. Ab tu sirf fart karne 
wali, tatti karne wali gandagi hai na? Tera imam is kamre ki boo se tujhe nikaal dega. 

Ammi: (dheeme roti hui, rokne ki koshish lekin ek chhoti fart nikal gayi) Ahh… nahi… mujhe mat 
karwa… yeh mujhe tod raha hai… he Bhagwan, kyon… 

Gajendra: (taali bajaate hue, mess ko uske abaya par ponchhte hue) Woh raha — teri pavitra gaand 
se ek aur sharmnaak toot! Fuck, maine tujhe poori gandagi ki factory bana diya. Saaf aur deendar? 
Ha! Tu apni tatti-cum ki dal mein lot rahi hai jaise andar se tu hamesha kafir randi thi. Ab phir maafi
 maang mera bed ganda karne ke liye, tu bekaar Musslim toilet. 

Ammi: (awaaz toot rahi, poori tarah haar gayi) Main maafi maangti hoon… bahut maafi… sab kuchh
 ganda karne ke liye… please, mujhe jaane de… main yeh beizzati aur nahi seh sakti… 

Phir usne hukm diya: "Ab mera lund choos — muh se saaf kar." Unki baat-cheet lambi chalti rahi, 
Ammi ki minnat gehri: "Gajendra, nahi, please — kuchh bhi kar le iske alawa. Yeh ganda hai, …
gandagi se dhaka hua. Rehem kar; main maa hoon, biwi hoon. Mujhe aur zyada zaleel mat kar." 

Usne uske chehre par halka sa thappad maara, beizzati karte hue: "Minnat kar le jitna chahe, lekin tu
 karegi, randi." Ek aur thappad, aur woh cheekhi "Oohh!" phir ghutno par baith gayi, majboor. Usne
 uske tatti-wale lund ko choosna shuru kiya, honth smeared shaft par lapet kar, halke se gagging
 lekin chupke se jaari rakhte hue uski gandi baaton ke beech: 

"Us tatti ko choos, Musslim kutiya — apni gaand ka swad mere lund par taste kar. Gandi randi, Hiindu 
cum aur tatti nigal rahi hai." 

Main dekh kar ulti karne wala tha, nazara ghinona lekin ajeeb tarah se dilchasp. 

Woh aur nahi rok saki, toot kar towel uthaya aur pet pakad kar bathroom ki taraf bhagi. Woh zor se
 hanse, "Bhaag, Shahida — teri aantrein tujhe dhoka de rahi hain!" 

Main sab hallway ke andhere se dekh raha tha, haath lund par tez chal raha tha, izzat bacha nahi, 
samman nahi, sirf kacchi, bimaar garmi. Jab woh aakhir mein toot kar pet par towel daba kar 
bathroom bhagi, Gajendra sir peeche phenk kar hanse. "Bhaag, Shahida — teri gandi aantrein mera 
tohfa rok nahi pa rahi!" 

Aur us pal mein, bed par mota daag dekh kar — Ammi ki naram bhuri tatti Gajendra ke safed sperm 
ke saath ghuli hui — main zor se jhad gaya. Fawware zameen par gire, chupke se jism kaamp raha 
tha. Kyon? Tab samajh nahi aaya aur ab bhi mushkil se samajh aata hai. 






Shayad yeh sabse bada mana hua tha — uski pavitrata ka poora tabah hona, uski zillat ka sabse 
sachcha, jismani saboot. Uski tatti dekh kar, jo itni niji aur naapaak cheez hai, doosre mard ke cum 
ke saath mil kar, woh maa jo main poojta tha uska aakhri mita dena tha. 

Woh bhura gandagi sirf tatti nahi thi; yeh uski girawat ka saboot tha, uski tasleem, uske har pavitra
 cheez ke saath dhoka. Aur kaise woh poori beizzati — uski aur is tarah meri — ne mere andar
 sabse andhera circuit chalu kar diya. 

Mohabbat lust mein badal gayi, hifazat voyeurism mein, izzat apne tabahi par uttejna mein. Main 
khud se nafrat karta hoon ki main is par jhad gaya, lekin orgasm ne mujhe cheer diya, andhere 
hallway mein kaampte aur khaali chhod kar. 

 

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CHAPTER 18



Ek izzatdaar maa ka poora patan





Once bathroom ke andar jaane ke baad, usne darwaza lock kiya aur sink ke upar jhuk kar mirror
 mein apna chehra dekha. Jo aurat saamne dekh rahi thi woh meri jaani-pehchaani deendar, 
saabit Ammi se bilkul alag thi— aankhein paagal si, aansuon se bhari hui, honth thode sooje hue
 jo pehle store room mein jo hua tha uski nishani the. 

Lekin yeh sirf yahi nahi tha; woh be-izzat
 lag rahi thi, jaise purani deewar se paint utar utar kar gir raha ho, uski izzat har layer ke saath
 utar rahi thi. 


Uski peeth jhuki hui, kandhe jhuke hue jaise koi bhari bojh uthaye ho, pehle wali fakhr bhari
 chaal ab haar maane wali, maili si aurat ki tarah ho gayi thi. Woh gandagi si lag rahi thi, jism 
par uske kaamon ke ghair-mahsoos daag lage hue, chehra khud se nafrat se badal gaya tha,
 chehre ke nuqush pehchaan se bahar ho gaye the. 

Jo kaam usne kiya tha woh usko gehre tareeke se neeche gira deta tha. Gajendra ka lund choosna,
 jo pehle unke gaand chudai se uski apni tatti se dhaka hua tha— yeh har hadd ka ullanghan tha,
 be-izzati ki gehraai mein girna. 

Jismani taur par uske muh ko maila kiya, woh muqaddas jagah jo ,,., aur khane ke liye hoti hai
, ab sabse gande kaam ki cheez ban gayi. Jazbaati taur par uski khud ki izzat toot gayi, wafadar
 biwi aur Ammi se lekar itne gande kaam mein shamil hone wali aurat ban gayi jo uske imaan ka 
mazaak udati thi. 

Sanskriti aur mazhab ke nazariye se yeh sabse badi be-izzati thi: hamare mazhab mein aise kaam 
haram hain, rooh aur jism dono ko maila kar dete hain. Usne paakizaagi ki haddon ko paar kiya,
 apne shauhar aur mazhab ke bahar ek mard ko apne jism ko us tarah istemaal karne diya jo uski 
rooh ko maila karta hai. 

Woh khud ko insaan se kam mehsoos karti thi, uske khwahishon ka khilona,
 har naa-khwahish submission ke saath uski azadi khatam hoti ja rahi thi. 

Yeh gandagi sirf haqiqi nahi thi; yeh uske dimag mein ghus gayi, uski qeemat, Khuda ki ibadat, 
Hussein ki biwi hone ki zimmedari par sawaal uthane lagi. Us muh se kaise ,,., padhegi? Bacchon 
ko raat ko goodnight kiss kaise degi? Yeh usko poora barbaad kar deta tha— jism, dimag aur rooh—
 us aurat ki khali khaal chhod kar jo woh pehle thi. 

Ek ruki hui siskari ke saath Ammi ne sink on kiya, paani tez behne laga jo uski bechaini ki tarah tha. 
Usne haathon mein paani liya, chehre par baar baar chhidka, thanda paani gaalon par aansuon ke 
saath beh raha tha. Yeh woh lafz the jo usne khud se kahe, bilkul jaise maine suna tha usko khud 
se baat karte hue... 






"Oh Khuda, main kya ban gayi hoon? Baar baar muh dho rahi hoon, lekin Gajendra ke lund ka maza
— meri apni tatti se dhaka hua— zubaan par laanat ki tarah chipka hua hai. 

Ya Rabb, maine usko 
meri gaand mein ghusne diya, us mota Hiindu lund se kheench kar failaya, aur ab paani se kulli kar 
rahi hoon jaise yeh gandagi dhul jayegi. Main be-izzat ho gayi hoon, Shahida, mitti se bhi neeche, 
ek bekaar randi jo niqab ke peeche chhupi hai. 

Mirror mein khud ko kaise dekh sakti hoon? Chehra to deendar _ Ammi ka dikhta hai, lekin
andar se main tatti se maili hui chhinal hoon jo garam kutiya ki tarah karah rahi thi jab woh meri
 haram ched mein dhakke maar raha tha. 

Ab khud se jhooth nahi bol sakti— mujhe maza aaya, mujhe uska lund meri gaand mein pasand aaya.
 Har dhakke se gandi khushi ki lahar aayi, mera jism mujhe dhoka de raha tha, uske ird-gird jakad 
kar jaise aur maang raha ho. 

Kyon itna acha laga? Woh jalan wali kheench khushi mein badal gayi, 
mujhe itni zor se jhadwaya jitna kabhi nahi hua. Lekin hey Khuda, yeh gunah... mujhe iska itna 
bura lag raha hai, is haram ullanghan ki khwahish karne ka. 

Mera shauhar ne kabhi gaand chudai ka zikr bhi nahi kiya— bees saal ki shadi mein sirf dheere se, 
missionary style chadar ke neeche, jaise acche _ mard. Lekin main? Padosi ke liye gaand
 failayi, ek kafir ke liye, aur usko woh jagah maila karne di jahan sirf gandagi nikalti hai. Main
 hamesha ke liye maili ho gayi hoon, main Shahida hoon, ek be-izzat kachra jo jannat ke layak nahi. 

Main iske liye dozakh jaungi, jahannam mujhe khule aag se jalaane ke liye intezaar kar raha hai. 
,,., ab mujhe paak nahi karegi; main roz paanch waqt sajda kar loon, ayatein padh loon awaaz 
phatne tak, lekin shaitan ne mujhe haasil kar liya. 

Khuda ek aisi aurat ko kaise maaf karega jo shauhar ko dhoka dekar khush hoti hai? Mera bechara 
Hussein hospital mein kamzor pada hai, soch raha hai uski biwi wafadar hai, jab main chupke se
 gaand marwati hoon aur phir saboot saaf choosti hoon. 

Main buri Ammi hoon, bahut buri biwi— 
mere bacche mujhe izzat se Ammi kehte hain, lekin agar unhe pata chale unki Ammi peeche se 
chudne wali randi hai to woh mujh par thook denge. 

Phir bhi... usko dhoka dena mujhe utsaahit karta hai, yeh chhupa dhoka meri chut ko abhi bhi 
geeli kar deta hai. Samajh nahi aata; yeh nasha hai, dhoke ki khushi aur sharam ka milaap. Gunah
 itna meetha kyon lagta hai? 

Aur ab, uske lund par apni tatti ka maza... maine nigal liya na? Ghabra kar bhi pee gayi, bhookhe 
janwar ki tarah. Bekaar, Shahida, tu bilkul bekaar hai— munafiq jo parda ki baat karti hai lekin aur
 be-izzati ke khwab dekhti hai. 

Agar Gajendra kisi ko bata de to? Agar main usse phir maang loon? Nahi, ruk... lekin dil ke andar
 jaanti hoon main karungi. Yeh lust ne mera imaan sada diya, mujhe us aurat ki parchhai bana diya 
jo main banne ka dawa karti thi. Maaf kar de ya Khuda, lekin mujhe lagta hai main bachna nahi chahti." 



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"Oh Khuda, mujhe maaf kar de," woh khud se mutter ki, awaaz paani ke upar mushkil se sunai de rahi
 thi. Usne sabun uthaya, haathon mein zor se ragad kar jhaag banaya phir honthon aur zubaan par zor
 zor se ragda, kulli ki aur thook di baar baar. Lekin kaafi nahi tha; woh bhootni maza abhi bhi tha,
 namkeen, mitti jaisi yaad uske gunah ki. 

Usne toothpaste uthaya, brush par khoob saara daala aur zor zor se saaf karne lagi, mint ka jhaag 
muh bhar gaya, bristles har jagah— daant, masoode, zubaan, muh ki chhat par bhi. Zarurat se zyada 
zor lagaya jaise sirf tatti ke nishaan nahi balki yaad ko hi ragad kar nikaal de, harkatein bechain aur
 majboor. 

Kulli ke baad kulli, muh bhar paani se garara karte hue gala dard karne laga, jhaag zor se thookti rahi.
 Phir bhi brush ke beech beech mein khud ko bura bhala kehti rahi: "Main kya ban gayi? Randi? Us... us 
gandagi ko choos rahi thi. Meri apni... ya Khuda, main kitni neeche gir gayi?" 

Woh ruk gayi, phir mirror mein dekh kar sab kuchh dohraane lagi, khud se guftagu jaise iqraar. 

"Shahida, yeh shuru kaise hua? Sirf bill aur dukaan bachane ka shukriya. Phir uska haath... store room
 mein woh chumban. Maine usko paas aane diya, haathon ko ghoomne diya. Aur phir... hey Khuda,
 usne peeche se liya, meri... meri gaand mein. Dard hua, lekin maine karaha na? 

Hussein ko dhoka diya jab woh bimaar so raha tha ward mein. Aur baad mein jab woh bahar nikala, .
.. gandagi se dhaka, aur maine... muh mein liya. Uske naukar ki tarah saaf kiya. Khud ka maza us par
— namkeen, ganda, galat. 

Ab wapas nahi ja sakti na? Gunah ho gaya, rooh par likh gaya. Hussein's biwi, bacchon ki Ammi, ab yeh
ban gayi. Mirror se aankh nahi milati. Lekin main wapas kyon jaati hoon? Uski madad? Ya mere andar 
kuchh andhera? Nahi, rukna hai. 

Lekin woh abhi yahan hai... intezaar kar raha." Uski awaaz phat gayi,
 aansu beh rahe the jab woh towel se chehra ponchhti rahi, khud ki be-izzati ka yeh rasam jo koi 
maafi nahi deta. 


Mere chhupne ki jagah se dekha jab Ammi bathroom se nikli, chehra ragad kar laal lekin abhi bhi 
pareshan. Usne brown towel jism ke ird-gird lapeta tha, shayad socha yeh waqt guzarne ke liye, aur 
temptation se bachne ke liye. 

Lekin jab woh guest room ki taraf chali jahan Gajendra intezaar kar raha tha, uski chal jaan bujh kar, 
jaise chumbak ki tarah. Towel uske curves se chipka hua, poora jism dikha raha— kamar hilti hui har 
kadam ke saath, gaand saaf hil rahi thi. 






Woh badi, bhari hui thi, woh qism jo modest kapdon mein bhi nazar aati hai, thoda hilti hui jaise 
naram jism ka jadoo. Towel us par kasi hui, bade gaand ke gol tukde outline kar rahi thi jo dheere se 
uchal rahe the, saalon ki zindagi aur maa hone ka nateeja. 

Socha kitna kismat wala Gajendra jo is
 sapne jaisi badi gaand tak pahunch gaya— jo mere abbu Hussein ne apne private lamhon mein pyar kiya
 tha, ab yeh bahar wala maila kar raha tha. Yeh chori lag rahi thi, hamare ghar ki paakizaagi ka 
ullanghan. 

Woh kamre mein chupke se dakhil hui, darwaza band kiya. Gajendra bistar par baitha tha, sirhane ke
 sahare, muh mein cigarette, dhuaan chhat ki taraf chhod raha tha. 

Kamra tambaku aur halki khushboo se bhara tha, lamp ki roshni se chhayaen uske chiseled seene par
 naach rahi thi. Usne dekha jab woh paas aayi, dheere se muskurahat faili. Ammi bistar ke kinaare 
baith gayi, towel kasa hua, haath god mein jaise dhaal. Woh chup thi, aankhein neeche, haal hi ki
 khud se baat ka bojh badal ki tarah. 

Ammi: (bistar ke kinaare baithi, taza towel jism par lapeta, baal abhi geele, aankhein neeche haathon 
par sharm se) Main... maine do baar nahaya, Gajendra. Phir bhi bahut gandi mehsoos ho rahi hoon. Jo
 humne kiya... meri gaand... yakeen nahi hota tumne... 

Gajendra: (paas baith kar, ek haath kandhon par dheere se, awaaz naram aur garam) Shhh, Shahida. 
Idhar aao. (use thoda kheench kar) Tum kamal thi. Teri chhoti tight gaand... ne mujhe itna achhe se 
jakda, jaise saalon se mera intezaar kar rahi ho. Itni garam, itni jakad wali kabhi mehsoos nahi hui. 
Tumne har inch liya jaise paida hi iske liye hui ho. 

Ammi: (awaaz chhoti, aankhein idhar udhar) Kyon mujhe itna neeche giraya? Tumne mujhe... uske 
baad choosne pe majboor kiya... jab woh meri gaand se nikla tha. Meri apni gandagi se dhaka. Kaise
 kar sakte ho mere saath? Main Ammi hoon, biwi... _ aurat. 

Gajendra: (gaal par haath pherte hue, muskurate) Kyonki tum tab toot kar khulne par khoobsurat
 lagti ho, meri jaan. Jab tumne apne pious chehre se mera lund par apna maza chakha to sabse sachchi
 cheez thi. Koi dikhawa nahi, veil mein chhupi bhook nahi. Mujhe pasand aaya jab tum thoda 
ghabrayi phir bhi nigal gayi. Tum shandaar ho, Shahida. Sabse khoobsurat aurat jise maine haasil kiya. 

Ammi: (gaalon par halki laali, lekin chehra thoda ghumaya, khud ke khilaaf khush hote hue) Aise mat 
kaho... Mera shauhar kabhi... usne kabhi meri peeche wali ke baare mein socha bhi nahi. Mere bacche
... agar unhe pata chale unki Ammi kaisi ban gayi... 

Gajendra: (paas jhuk kar, awaaz pyaar bhari fisfisahat) Tera shauhar tujhe deserve nahi karta. Woh 
bimaar bistar par pada hai jab main yahan har inch ki pooja kar raha hoon. 

Aur mat dikhawa kar sab 
_ auratein farishte hain, Shahida. Abaya aur niqab ke neeche sab ek jaise— asli lund ki pyaasi
, aise mard ki jo lene se darta nahi. Tu sirf sabse sundar hai jisne akhirkaar qabool kiya. 

Ammi: (chupke se, khud se) Maine kabhi socha nahi... meri gaand aise khulegi. Tere ird-gird fail kar. 
Pehle dard hua... phir laga... (ruk gayi, sharm se) 






Gajendra: (thodi der baad, uska chehra utha kar) Bolo. Keh do tumhe mera lund gaand mein pasand
 aaya. Iqraar karo, baby. Mujhe in meethi honthon se sunna hai. 

Ammi: (sir dheere hilaati, awaaz kaamp rahi) Nahi... nahi bol sakti. Yeh galat hai. Maine kabhi socha 
nahi woh hissa... khushi de sakta hai. Yeh haram hai. Gandagi hai. Inkaar karti hoon. 

Gajendra: (naram muskurahat, aankhein pyaar se) Khud se jhooth bol rahi ho, Shahida. Aankhon mein
 dikhta hai. Lekin theek hai. Main tumse pyar karta hoon. (ruk kar, sachchi awaaz) Maine bahut auraton
 ko choda— Hiindu,jo bhi. Koi bhi tumhare barabar nahi. 

Tum alag ho. Tera jism jaise mere 
liye bana. Teri karah, jab main gehra gaya to jakadna, mera naam le kar roona jab ,.' se maafi maang
 rahi thi... kisi ne yeh nahi diya. Main tumhari aadat pad gaya hoon. 

Ammi: (saans rukti, chhoti si uljhi hui siskari) Tum... tum mujhse pyar nahi kar sakte. Yeh sirf lust hai. 
Gunah. Mera ghar... mera deen... 

Gajendra: (aur paas, kaan ke paas honth) To phir yahan baithi mujhe haath lagane kyon de rahi ho? 
(gardan par dheere chumban) 

Ammi: (jism tan kar, halka dhakka seene par) Gajendra... nahi... phir nahi... (lekin dhakka aadha,
 aankhein neeche jab sheet ke neeche uska lund phir sakht hone laga) Kyon... kyon itni jaldi bada ho 
raha hai? 

Gajendra: (halke se hanste, ab jaw par chumban) Kyonki main doosra round chahta hoon, meri pyari.
Phir se teri perfect gaand ko nigalna chahta hoon. Tera naam le kar karahna chahta hoon jab main bhar
 doon. (uske honthon ko dheere gehra chumban) 





Ammi: (sirf ek second tak virodh— honth khul gaye, uske muh mein dheemi siskari jab usne chumban 
wapas kiya, haath halke se uske kandhon par) 

Gajendra: (chumban tod kar honthon par fisfisaya) Meri achhi ladki. Dekha? Tum bhi chahti ho. 

Ammi: (aankhein band, chumbanon ke beech awaaz mushkil se) Ya Khuda... maaf kar... (phir gehra 
chumban, towel thoda sarkta jab woh us par jhuki) 






Woh pehle sakht hui, phir thoda pighal gayi, jism dimag ko dhoka de raha tha jab chumban lamba hua, 
joshila aur zid wala. Uske ungliyan jawline par, gardan par, ek dheemi saans uske muh se nikli. Chumban
 taqat ka naach tha— woh lead kar raha, woh majboori se follow, kamra unki saanson se garam. 

Thoda peeche hata, Gajendra muskuraya, aankhein iraade se kaali. "Dekha? Itna bura nahi tha. Ab khadi 
ho ja mere liye, Shahida. Doosra round. Tu ne mujhe phir garam kar diya." 

Ammi ki aankhein phaili, lekin seedha inkaar nahi kiya. 

Gajendra bhi utha, haath uski kamar par rakh kar bistar ke saamne wali deewar ki taraf le gaya. "Bas yeh,
 achhi ladki. Palat, peeth meri taraf. Haath deewar par." Ammi ne kiya, haath thande surface par, jism 
uski taraf se door. Woh peeche khada hua, uska saya. "Gajendra, please... mujhe ghar jaana hai. Mera 
ghar... Hussein... yeh rukna chahiye." 






Gajendra: (Ammi ke paas aate hue jo deewar se tik kar khadi thi, patle towel mein nahane ke baad, 
aankhein bhookhi) Dekh teri halat, Shahida, taza taza aur doosre round ke liye tayyar. Teri chut abhi bhi 
pehle se tapak rahi hogi. Thoda jhuk— main yahin tujhe chodunga. 

Ammi: (towel ke neeche laal hote hue, door ki taraf dekhti lekin hat nahi rahi) Gajendra... main... theek 
hai, lekin jaldi. Mera ghar kabhi bhi aa sakta hai. 

Gajendra: (andhere se hanste, towel ka kinaara pakad kar) Haha, sun to sahi— is baar mana bhi nahi kiya?
 Kya hua us deendar _ Ammi ko jo pehle raham maang rahi thi? Ab to bas utsauk chhinal ban gayi,
 na? Hiindu padosi ke liye bina ladai fail rahi hai. Bechari. 

Ammi: (dheemi karah jab woh towel dheere uthata, taangein dikha kar) Mmm... aisa mat kaho... yeh 
sharmnaak hai... 

Gajendra: (towel aur upar, nangi raanon aur phir gol, hilti gaand ke tukde) Oh, lekin sach hai. Bata, 
Shahida— tera bekaar shauhar jaanta hai uski biwi lund ki bhookhi randi ban gayi? Ya tera woh sust beta,
 naam kya hai? Jo shayad tere jaise choochiyon ke baare mein soch kar mutth maar raha ho. Bet uska
 baap jaisa bekaar hai, hospital mein sabzi ki tarah pada. 

Ammi: (saans rukti, jism kaamp raha lekin wahi khadi) Bas karo, Gajendra! Mere shauhar ke baare mein
 aisa mat bolo— woh bimaar hai, bekaar nahi. Aur mera beta... usko isme mat ghaseeto. Ahh... please, 
yeh mera ghar hai... 

Gajendra: (muskurate, ab poori badi, bhari gaand nangi; crack door se main chupke dekh raha tha, 
aankhein phaili Ammi ki badi, gol gaand dekh kar) Kyon? Sach dard deta hai kya? 

Tera shauhar shayad 
namard hai, isliye tu yahan mera lund maang rahi. Aur tera woh ladka— bet virgin loser hai, teri panty
 soonghta jab tu gunah kar rahi hoti. Kya usko pata uski Ammi ki gaand itni moti aur chudne layak hai? 
Sochta hoon kabhi dekha ho aur khada ho gaya ho. 

Ammi: (siskari, chehra chhupati lekin thoda peeche kamar) Nahi... unke baare mein bura mat bolo...
 galat hai... oh Khuda... 

Gajendra: (haath badha kar, gaand ke tukdon ko zor se masalta, naram gosht nichodta) Mmm, yeh gaand 
mehsoos kar, Shahida— itni badi aur rasili. Mere lund ko phir se paththar bana diya, sirf chhoone se. 
Jaanti hai, jab bhi abaya mein jhukti hai, yeh moti _ gaand mujhe sakht kar deti. Bet tera ghar
 bhi dekhta hai, woh gande log. 

Ammi: (khud ke khilaaf karah, gaand uske haathon mein peeche dhakel rahi) Ahhh... Gajendra... baatein
 kaafi... 

Gajendra: (underwear neeche, 11-inch lund bahar, nasen bhari, sakht, uski raan par thapak) Dekh teri
 gaand ne kya kiya— 11 inch Hiindu maans, tere dhoke wale chedon ke liye. Ab phir se is gandi jagah ke 
saath khelen. 

Ammi: (uski ungli crack par mehsoos, gaand ke ched par chakkar) Mmm... nahi, ruk... tune abhi 30
 minute pehle meri gaand maari... abhi dard hai... please, phir wahan nahi... 

Gajendra: (na sunte, ungli zor se ched par ragadte, gandi baatein) Oh, yeh chhota tatti ka ched? Abhi
 bhi mere cum se garam, haan? Tu pavitra banne ka dikhawa karti hai, lekin yahan se teri gandagi 
nikalti hai, Shahida— tu sirf tatti karne wali chhinal hai towel ke neeche. Abhi bhi gunah ki boo aa rahi
 hogi. Cheeks faila, dikha kitni farmaanbardar hai. 

Ammi: (ruk kar lekin dheere peeche haath, gaand ke tukde faila kar, ched poora nanga) Ohhh... theek 
hai... lekin dheere... ya ,.', maaf kar... 

Gajendra: (un gli zor se, chakkar lagate jab lund hilta) Achhi ladki— dekha woh jhapakti ched, gulabi
 aur ganda. Yeh woh jagah jahan tu roz gandagi nikaalti hai, paak banne ka natak. Ab mera khelne ka 
hai, tu munafiq veili chhinal. Mehsoos kar? Phir se dhadakne wala hai. 

Ammi: (zor se karah, jism uske lafzon ke khilaaf) Ahhh... itna zor mat ragdo... bahut zyada hai... mmm.
.. please, aise nahi... 

Gajendra: (hanste, doosri ungli rim par) Zyada? Tu khud randi ki tarah fail rahi hai. Qabool kar— teri
 gaand ko yeh pasand hai, chahe muh mana kare. Tera Nabi kya kahega aisi Ammi ke baare mein, jo
 kafir se tatti wale ched mein ungli karwa rahi hai? 

Woh paas jhuka, gardan par garam saans, naram awaaz se. "Ab kyon rukna, Shahida? Nahane ke baad 
wapas aayi, mere paas baithi. Iska matlab hai. Doosra round behtar hoga— waada. Kyon nahi chahti? 
Gunah mehsoos hota hai? Ya jaanti ho phir zor se karahogi?" 

Gajendra ne towel dheere upar kiya, nanga jism hawa mein, kapda kamar par jama. Usi waqt, jaise 
uske iraade ko samajh kar, Ammi ne peeche haath badha kar gaand ke tukde failaye, ungliyan naram 
moti gosht mein dhansayi. 

Uski gaand itni udar thi— bhari, gol, thodi si harkat se hilti, jaise pakka phal daali par larz raha ho.
 Chamdi chamakti, garam zaitooni rang, side par thoda dimpled uske pakadne se. 

Uska gaand ka ched ab dheela tha, pehle tight se ab thoda khula aur faila hua pehle chudai se, uske
motai se muscles fail gaye, haqiqi nishani uski taaza submission ki. Lamp ki roshni mein thoda 
jhapakta, abhi bhi geela jo bacha tha. 

Uske 11-inch lund, pehle se sakht aur underwear ke khilaaf dabav, woh nikaala, mota, nasen bhara sir
 uski gaand par rakha. Woh intezaar se dhadak raha tha, lambai darawni aur impressive, thoda upar
 curve. "Tayyar, Shahida? Bolo tum yeh chahti ho." 

Ammi siskari, awaaz kaamp rahi. "Gajendra, yeh bahut bada hai... please dheere. Nahi jaanti phir se 
le sakti hoon." 

Woh aage dabaya, sir kam virodh mila. "Shh, relax. Dekha? Is baar aasani se ja raha." Aur gaya— pehle 
chudai ne use dheela kiya, jism ki geeli pan aur pehle round ke baqi se andar aana aasan. 

Uske muscles, pehle thake hue, jaldi haare, gaand ka ched uske ird-gird fail kar kam ladai se. Yeh
 badlaav saaf tha: jism adjust, virodh ke bawajood, be-izzati gehri jab woh itni aasani se qubool kar 
rahi thi. 

Ammi dard se cheekhi jab woh gehra gaya. "Ahh! Dard ho raha! Dheere, Gajendra!" 

"Aaram se, pyari. Saans le. Tu bahut achhe se le rahi— pehle se behtar. Achha nahi lag raha? Andar
 gehra." Woh dheere aage, baatein uski saanson ke beech. 

"Yeh... yeh jal raha! Kyon ab itni aasani se andar ja raha? Oh Khuda..." 

"Kyonki tera jism mujhe yaad hai, Shahida. Yeh chahta hai. Thoda peeche dhakel— haan, aise." 

Woh achanak poora andar, uski gaand ke tukdon par thapak, poore 11 inch gehre. Mere jhaankne se 
dekha main hairan kaise itni lambi cheez itni gehrai tak pahunch rahi thi uski gaand mein— itni lambi,
 andar ke hisson ko chhoo rahi, stretch kar rahi jo dardnaak hona chahiye lekin ab ajeeb tarah se
 qubool. 

Mujhe abbu ke liye dukh hua, dil dukha. Hussein, hospital mein lad raha zindagi se, jab uski biwi aise
 barbaad ho rahi— jism ullanghan, wafa tooti. 

Yeh sirf jismani nahi; rooh barbaad, us aurat ko jo woh 
pyar karta tha kisi aur ki jeet bana diya, karahen dhoka goonj rahi jab woh be-khabar so raha. Kaise 
wapas uske paas jaayegi? Maili, hamesha ke liye badli hui 



 

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CHAPTER 19



Main achanak achha mehsoos karne laga jab maine apni ..,. maa
ko, jo rozana 5 waqt ,,., padhti hai, Gajendra ke maze ke liye ek
khilona ban jaate dekha.



Main chhup kar khada tha, uske ghar ki zameen ke kinare bade bade jhadiyon ke peeche, dil zor zor se
 dhadak raha tha jaise dhol baja raha ho. Uske bedroom ki khidki thodi khuli hui thi, jisse kamre ke
 halke ujaale mein jo kuchh ghinauna hua tha uski jhalak mil rahi thi. 

Meri Ammi Shahida, haath deewar par, jism paseene se chamak raha, seene upar neeche ho rahe the
 Gajendra ke kaam ke zor se. Usne Ammi ko aise liya jaise main kabhi soch bhi nahi sakta tha— pehle uski 
chut mein dhakke maare, itni jaan se ki mera pet mor gaya, deewar se chipka kar uski gaand maari, uski
 siskariyan dheemi goonj rahi thi jab woh gehra andar ghus raha tha. 

Ammi: (peeth deewar se lagi, taangein Gajendra ki kamar ke ird-gird, veil sark raha jab woh zor zor se
 gaand mein dhakke maar raha, chehra sharam aur zyada hone se laal) Ahhh… Gajendra… ab bas… dard 
ho raha… yeh bahut zyada gunah hai… oh, please… 

Gajendra: (siskari ke saath, use aur zor se deewar se chipkata, gehra gaand mein dhakka) Apna yeh pavitra
 muh band rakh, Shahida. Doosra round teri gandi _ tatti wali ched mein— teri chut se bhi zyada
 maza aa raha. Tu jakad rahi hai jaise mere lund par ,,., padh rahi ho. Bet tera shauhar ne yeh ched
 socha bhi nahi hoga. 

Ammi: (tooti hui karah, gaalon par aansu, awaaz kamzor) Mmm… ruk ja… yeh haram hai… mera jism… meri 
rooh… ahh… main barbaad ho gayi… ya Rabb, is gandagi ko maaf kar… 

Gajendra: (achanak bahar nikaala, geeli chatak ki awaaz, mota lund chamak raha, uski faili hui gaand se cum
 tapak raha) Lo… dekho yeh gandagi. Mera Hiindu beej teri pavitra gaand se tapak raha, teri chhoti tatti ke 
tukdon ke saath mila. Abhi se dhoke ki boo aa rahi hai. 

Ammi: (tez saans lete hue jab uski gaand se zor ki geeli thithi nikli, awaaz kamre mein goonji, chehra sharam
 se laal) Oh nahi… nahi… yeh… main bahut maafi maangti hoon… bahut gandi… please mat— 

Gajendra: (buri tarah muskurate, uski taangein alag karke dekhta) Maafi mat maang, chhinal. Yeh to perfect 
tha. Ab dhakel. Jo maine tum mein pump kiya sab bahar nikaal. Dikha tu abaya ke neeche asal mein kaisi gandi
 toilet hai. 

Ammi: (siskari, sir hilaati lekin jism majboor, khud-ba-khud dhakelti) Ahhh… nahi… main nahi kar sakti… yeh
 bahut sharmnaak hai… mmm… 

(Woh dhakelti hai— Gajendra ka mota safed cum bahar aata, chhoti chhoti tatti ke tukdon ke saath mila, dheere 
dheere uski andaruni raanon par tapakta) 

Gajendra: (dheemi hansi) Lo aa gaya. Mera cum aur teri tatti, Shahida. Dekh kaise mil rahe hain— jaise tera 
imaan aur teri randi-pan. Zor se dhakel, sab bahar nikaal, tu gandi munafiq. 

Ammi: (phir dhakelti, sharm se rone ke saath, ek chhota naram tatti ka tukda aakhri cum ke saath geela bahar) 
Oh Khuda… main… main kitni gandi hoon… yeh main nahi ho sakti… ahh… 

Gajendra: (gour se dekhte, awaaz mein nafrat) Bilkul sahi. Phir se bathroom bhaag ja, Ammi. Ja saaf kar yeh 
gandagi jo tune kafir ko gaand marwane aur bharne di. Tu sirf cum ka dabba hai jiske paas ja-,,., hai. 

Ammi: (deewar se dheere girti, taangein kaamp rahi, abaya pakad kar chhupati hui bathroom ki taraf ladkhadati)
 Main… main jaati hoon… maaf kar… mujhe dhoona hai… 

(Woh jaldi se chali gayi, darwaza band ho gaya) 

Gajendra: (ab akela, apne dheele lund ko dekhta jo cum, uski tatti aur geelepan se maila; zameen par uski chhodi
 hui jaali panty uthata) Bechara. Roz paanch waqt ,,., padhti hai, phir bhi mujhe apni gaand ko mera personal 
toilet banane deti hai. (apne gande lund ko dheere dheere uski panty ke beech ragadta, cum aur tatti ko kapde
 mein malta) Lo. Kal yeh apni sharam pehnegi. Apne bacche ke nashte ke waqt meri beej aur apni gandagi uski
 clit par ragadti rahegi. (andhere se hansta) Munafiq milf. Teen round se pehle wapas aayegi jab tak uska 
shauhar hospital se niklega bhi nahi. Yeh sab wapas aati hain. 

Yeh manzar pehle mujhe jam kar gaya, dar aur na-chahiye khushi dono ek saath zeher ki tarah daud rahe the. 

Lekin ab, andhere mein akela, mera haath bina soche pant mein chala gaya. Main dheere se zip kholi, dhaati ki 
awaaz raat ke sannate mein bahut tez lagi, aur ungliyan sakht hote lund ke ird-gird bandh li. 

Manzar dimag mein dohra rahe the: Ammi ki karahen, daba hua lekin saaf, jism uske neeche tedha, badi naram 
gaand ke tukde failte hue jab woh peeche se andar gaya. Main rhythm mein haath chalata raha, ragad se 
sharamnaak garmi badhti rahi. 

Har khinch se khushi aur ghina dono aate the— yeh meri Ammi thi, jisne pyar aur imaan se pala tha, ab mere 
nazron mein yeh ban gayi. 

Jab main tez tez haath chalane laga, saansein chhoti chhoti, jhadne ki tayyari jaise toofan. Aakhir woh aaya, 
garam phuhar zameen par mere paon ke paas, ghutne thode jhuk gaye jab main jhadi ke sahare tika. 

Kuchh palon ki khushi ke baad haqiqat ne sar par waar kiya. “Kya bakwaas kar diya maine?” maine khud se 
fisfisaya, kaampte haathon se zip bandh li. Andar se khud ko bura bhala kehta raha, nafrat ki baarish ho rahi
 thi. 

Yeh koi aam khayal nahi tha; maine apni Ammi ke liye mutth maari thi, usko dekhte hue ki ek mazhab ke bahar 
ka mard uski chut aur gaand dono mein le raha tha. Yeh woh lafz the jo maine khud se kahe: 



Arre haramkhor, mere andar kya kharab hai? Yakeen nahi hota main wahan khada tha, darwaze ki
 daraar se jhaank kar, Gajendra ko meri Ammi Shahida ko sasti blue film ki tarah chodta dekha. Uski karahen
 goonj rahi thi jab woh uska muh bhar raha, uski chut, uski gaand— har ched failata hua jab woh aur maang 
rahi thi. 

Aur main? Bechara ganda insaan ban kar haath mein mutth maar raha, Ammi ke choochiyon ke uchalne aur
 chehre ke masti mein badalne par jhad gaya. Main bada ganda hoon na? Kabhi socha bhi nahi tha itna 
neeche gir jaunga— apni Ammi ko padosi se chudwate dekh kar khada hona. Aisa beta kaisa hota hai? Ek
 bekaar, ganda, gandi soch wala haramkhor. 

Khuda, abhi mujhse nafrat ho rahi hai. Apni AMMI ke liye mutth maarna? Yeh to bilkul galat hai. Woh
 aurat jisne mujhe pala, bacchpan mein meri gaand saaf ki, aur main usko mutth maarne ka samaan bana
 raha hoon. Kisi ko pata chala to thook denge— arrey main khud par thook doonga. 

Main ganda hoon, insaan aur _ hone mein nakam. Kaise mera lund mujhe control kar gaya? Uske
 lund ko muh mein lete, peeche se dhakke khate dekh kar… mujhe chala jana chahiye tha, lekin nahi, main 
chipka raha, tez tez haath chalata raha. Bechara loser, bas yahi hoon. 






Lekin ruk… kaun nahi karta? Matlab manzar itna garam tha— Ammi ka bhara jism Gajendra ke neeche tadap
 raha, veil adha utra, paseene se chamakti chamdi jab woh ched badalta jaise uski personal chudai ki
 cheez ho. 

Koi bhi mard sakht ho jata; yeh to maine plan nahi kiya tha. Usme woh randi wali ada hai, aur woh use itne
 kachche tareeke se daba raha tha… haan, shayad aisa react karna normal hai. Bahaane? Arre kya main 
ab bahaane bana raha hoon? Nahi, sach mein— uski gaand uske ird-gird jakad rahi, geeli thap thap kamre
 bhar rahi. Anjaane mein haath lagana mushkil tha. 

Nahi, band kar, bewakoof! Yeh sab bakwaas hai. Mujhe bilkul nahi karna chahiye tha. Woh meri Ammi 
Shahida hain— koi random chhinal nahi. Khud ko bura kehna kaafi nahi; main iske liye saza ka haqdaar
 hoon. 

Uske chedon ko bharte dekh kar main chhup kar haath laga raha tha? Main sabse neeche ka ganda hoon,
 apne ghar ka gaddar. Agar usne mujhe pakad liya hota? Sharam se mar jata. Abhi bhi marne jaisa mehsoos
 ho raha hai. Main ek janwar hoon— andar se bigda hua aur toota hua. Main khud ko kabhi maaf nahi kar 
paunga iske liye. 





Yeh hadd jo maine paar ki thi, woh maaf nahi ki ja sakti thi— ek bete ki nazar badal kar gandi ho gayi, 
ghar ke muqaddas bharose ko dhoka diya. Main bahut bura mehsoos kar raha tha, bilkul bekaar, jaise meri 
rooh saaf hone se qabil nahi rahi. 

Kaise uski taraf phir se dekh sakta hoon bina un tasveeron ke yaad aaye? 
Uski khushi-dard bhari cheekhen kaanon mein goonj rahi thi, jism Gajendra ki maangon ke aage jhuk raha
 tha. 

Main khud se gehri nafrat kar raha tha— ek bekaar beta, woh deen jo walidain ki izzat sabse upar 
sikhata hai usko dhoka de raha. Kitabon ke lafz dimag mein chamak rahe the: apni Ammi ki izzat karo, 
lekin yahan main usko apni khwahish ka cheez bana raha tha. 

Gunah mere seene ko noch raha tha, saans ruk rahi thi, aankhein aansuon se jalan kar rahi thi. Main un
 gunahgaaron se behtar nahi tha jinhen main judge karta tha; shayad badtar, chhup kar dekhne wala darpok. 

Itni badi nafrat ke bawajood, ek tedhi curiosity mujhe wapas kheench rahi thi. “Bas ek baar aur dekh 
loon,” maine khud ko behkaya, lekin jaanta tha yeh jhooth hai. Main khidki ke paas phir se paas aaya, 
saans roke andar jhaankne laga. Ammi ab bagal wale kamre mein chali gayi thi, shayad bathroom ya
 tayyar hone ki jagah, khud ko sambhalne. 

Usne abhi nahaya tha. 

Kuchh hi pal baad woh bahar nikli, seedhi khadi hokar Gajendra ke bedroom mein wapas aayi. Usne apne
 kapde pehen liye the— ek shaandaar neeli dress jo uske curves ko narmi se chipka rahi thi, saath mein
 milti neeli rumal jo usne sar par adaab se lapeta. 

Kapda kamre ki lamp ki roshni mein thoda chamak raha tha, kuchh minute pehle ki bikheri halat se bilkul
 mukhalif. Gajendra bistar par let kar tha, kamar se neeche nanga, chehre par ghamandi muskurahat jab 
woh use dekh raha tha. 

“Abhi ja rahi ho, Shahida?” usne dheemi aur chhedte hue awaaz mein kaha, ek kohni par sahara le kar. 
“Itna sab kuchh karne ke baad? Aao na, thodi der aur raho. Ek round aur ho sakta hai.” 

Ammi ne rumal theek kiya, chehra thanda aur door, jaise unki taaza qurbat ka koi asar nahi. “Nahi, 
Gajendra. Yeh... jo bhi tha, aaj raat ke liye khatam. Mujhe ghar jaana hai apne ghar walon ke paas.” Uski
 awaaz sakht thi, thodi mayoosi bhari, lekin aankhein uski taraf nahi, dress ke jhurri ko saaf karne par. 

Ammi: (darwaze ke paas khadi, neeli dress mein, veil ko bechaini se theek karti, purse pakde, nazrein
 milane se bachti hui) Main... ab jaana hai, Gajendra. Yeh galti thi. Please, mujhe jaane do. 

Gajendra: (deewar se tik kar, muskurate hue uska raasta thoda rokta, aankhein uske jism par ghoom rahi)
 Oh Shahida, dekho to sahi is neeli dress mein— jaise abhi bhi izzatdaar _ biwi banne ki koshish
 kar rahi ho. Lekin hum dono jaante hain tu barbaad ho chuki hai, na? Har baar chupke aane se gunah aur
 gehra hota ja raha. 

Ammi: (ruk kar, awaaz dheemi aur kaamp rahi, nazrein zameen par) Bas karo... yeh nahi sunna chahti. 
Mera shauhar hospital mein hai, aur main... 

Gajendra: (paas aate hue, awaaz mein mazaak aur zalimiyat) Tera shauhar? Woh kamzor, bimaar buddha 
bewakoof? Woh wahan bekaar pada hai, tujhe khush bhi nahi kar sakta ab. Behtar hai woh mar jaye.
 Kyon nahi chod deti usko, Shahida? Mere saath reh— ek asli mard ke saath jo tujhe randi ki tarah 
karahne deta hai. Tu us sab deendar bakwaas se azaad ho jayegi. 

Ammi: (sir sakht hila kar, purse zor se pakadti) Nahi! Bilkul nahi. Main apne shauhar se pyar karti hoon. 
Woh acche insaan hain, wafadar. Main usko chhod kar nahi jaungi. Yeh... jo bhi hai, ab khatam. 

Gajendra: (dheeme hanste, uske ird-gird ghumte hue jaise shikaari) Wafadar? Aur tu kya? Tune apne
 gunahon se khud ko maila kar liya— mere liye taangein failayi, Hiindu padosi ke liye, jab ,,., padhti thi. 
Apne waade, imaan ko dhoka diya. Lekin sabse bada gunah? Mujhe teri gandi gaand istemaal karne diya. 
Us ched ko soongha jahan se teri tatti nikalti hai. Tu ab sadak ki randi se bhi kam nahi. 






Ammi: (jam kar, gaalon par sharam ki laali, dheemi awaaz mein) Please... aisa mat kaho. Sab galat tha. 
Main bahut sharminda hoon... 

Gajendra: (zor dete hue, awaaz mein nafrat) Sharminda? Achha hai. Honi chahiye. Soch— tera shauhar ne 
kabhi wahan haath nahi lagaya, kabhi tujhe aise neeche nahi giraya. Lekin tune mujhe diya na? Poora waqt
 karah rahi thi, tera jism teri deendari ko dhoka de raha tha. Tu randi hai, Shahida. Munafiq, lund ki
 bhookhi _ randi jo veil ke peeche chhupi hai. 

Ammi: (chup, honth kaat rahi, darwaze ko dekhti, aankhon mein aansu bhar rahe, jawab nahi deti) 

Gajendra: (uski chuppi dekh kar, jeet ki muskurahat ke saath paas) Dekha? Chup hai kyonki sach jaanti 
hai. Dil ke andar yeh be-izzati pasand hai tujhe. Teri chuppi cheekh rahi hai— tu barbaad hone ke liye 
wapas aati rahegi na? Rooh barbaad kar ke asli maza ke liye. Tere bacche agar jaan len unki Ammi 
sirf dhoke wali randi hai to kya kahenge? Ya tera imam? Tu apne zehan mein paththar maar di jayegi. 

Ammi: (awaaz thodi phat kar, phir bhi nazrein na uthati) Main... mujhe ,,., padhni hai. Tauba
 karni hai. Yeh main nahi hoon. 

Gajendra: (haath halka sa pakad kar chhod deta, lafz aur gehre kaat te) Ha! Ab bahut der ho 
chuki. Tune mujhe teri chut marne di, mera maal nigala, aur ab teri sabse chhupi sharam meri
 hai. Tu ab bekaar hai— maili cheez. Tera shauhar shayad tere jaise imaan todne wali kutiya ke
 baghair behtar hai. Ja, apne bimaar bistar ke paas wapas bhaag, lekin poore waqt mera lund
 yaad rahega na? Randi. 

Ammi: (phir chup, kandhe haar maan kar jhuk gaye, chupke se aansu ponchhti) 

Gajendra: (andhere se hanste, akhirkaar raasta deta) Phir chup? Haan, sach jaanti hai. Tu
 toot chuki hai, Shahida. Deendar chehra jo teri lust ke neeche bikhar raha hai. Nikal ja warna 
phir bistar par kheench loon aur yaad dila doon. 

Woh dheeme se hanse, ab poora uth kar baitha, aankhein uske jism par taarif se ghoom rahi
 thi, usko pakda aur chumban kar liya. 






“Main guarantee deta hoon tu poori raat mujhe yaad karegi. Randiyan aise hi karti hain na?
 Bahar se mana karti hain lekin andar se aur maangti hain. Tera jism jhooth nahi bolta— jab
 maine teri gaand li thi, kaise karah rahi thi gehra maangte hue.” 

Uski gaand ke tukde laal ho gaye, lekin woh apni jagah par khadi rahi, haath seene par baandh
 kar. “Usse aisa mat kaho. Aur please, Gajendra, waada karo ki kisi ko nahi bataoge. Mera 
shauhar, mera beta—unhe nahi pata chalna chahiye. Sab barbaad ho jayega.” 

Gajendra ki muskurahat shikaari si ho gayi, dheere dheere sir hilaate hue. “Oh, main aisa 
waada nahi karunga, Shahida. Kyon karoon? Yeh mujhe taakat deta hai. 

Main tujhe aur baar baar chodna chahta hoon—jab chahe. Soch ise mera hisaab: hospital ke bill,
 Hussein ki dukaan bachane se. Tu mujh par qarzdaar hai, aur main vasool karunga.” Woh 
khada hua, confident kadmon se paas aaya, lekin woh peeche hati. 

“Koi blackmail nahi, Gajendra. Yeh galti thi—sirf ek baar ki. Main teri madad ki qadar karti
 hoon, sach mein, lekin main teri khilona nahi banungi.” Uski awaaz thodi kaamp rahi, faisle 
ke neeche dar chhupa tha. 

Usne uski baanh pakadne ki koshish ki, lekin woh jhatak gayi. “Kam se kam ghar tak chhod 
doon. Der ho gayi, sadkein khatarnak hain.” Ammi ne zor se sir hilaaya. “Main mana karti hoon.
 Mujhe chalna hai, dimag saaf karna hai. Teri gaadi mein... aur gandi mehsoos karungi.” 

Woh
 sach mein gandi mehsoos kar rahi thi—kandhe thode jhuke, cheezein jaldi jaldi ikatthi kar 
rahi thi. 

Unke kiye hue kaam us par bojh the, rooh par daag, khas tor par ek deendar _ aurat ke
 liye jo Hiindu mard ke saath ulajh gayi. Aakhri nazar ke baad woh palti aur kamre se nikal gayi, 
darwaza click se band ho gaya. 

Woh raat ke aasmaan ke neeche ghar ki taraf chal padi, sadkein khamosh, sirf kabhi kutta bhonkta
 ya door motorcycle ki awaaz. Main chhayaon mein chhupa, door se dekhta raha jab woh Gajendra
 ke darwaze se nikli, streetlamp ki roshni mein uski parchhai. 

Woh gusse mein chal rahi thi, kadam tez aur iraade wale, lekin chal mein ajeeb si dikkat— thoda 
langdaana, har kadam sambhal kar, shayad dono chedon mein itni gehri chudai se dard. 

Uski badi gaand har kadam ke saath hil rahi thi, neeli dress us par chipki hui, aur main soch raha 
tha Gajendra kitna kismat wala jo is naram, jhukne wale gosht mein ghus gaya. 

Main door se uske peeche chalta raha, kadam chupke, phir achanak paas aa kar jaise ittefaq se. 
“Ammi? Kya tum ho?” main dheeme se bola, hairani ka natak karte hue. 

Ammi: (andheri sadak par tez chalti hui, abaya aur veil theek karti, abhi bhi laali aur uljhi hui,
 zubaan par jaldi dua padhti) Ya Khuda, maine kya kiya... phir se... 

Main: (ped ki chhaya se nikal kar, jaise aam, uske saath chalte hue) Ammi? Hey Ammi, ruk jao! 

Ammi: (thoda uchal kar, aankhein phaili, haath seene par) Tum... tumne dara diya! Itni raat ko
 yahan kya kar rahe ho? 

Main: (muskurate hue, masoomiyat se) Main bas... walk pe tha. Dimag saaf karne. Tum raat ko
 akeli kyon bahar ho? Khatarnak hai. 






Ammi: (aankhein jhapakti, veil phir se theek karti, awaaz thodi kaamp rahi) Main? Oh, main... 
abbu se milne hospital gayi thi. Jaanti ho beta, visiting hours der tak chal gayi. Lekin tum—
kahaan se aa rahe ho? Ghar par padhai nahi karni thi? 

Main: Padhai? Haan, kar raha tha, lekin break chahiye tha. Ghar bhari lag raha tha. Waise, 
abbu kaise hain? Doctor ne kuchh kaha? 

Ammi: (ruk kar, aankhein idhar udhar, aasteen ke kinaare se khelti) Abbu? Woh... um, stable 
hain. Haan, stable. Nurse ne kaha vital theek hain, lekin aur tests chahiye. Kyon poochh rahe 
ho ab? Aur andhere mein aise kyon ghoom rahe ho? Tumhare jaise nahi. 

Main: (kandhe uchaalte, uski taraf dekhte) Nahi pata, bas aise hi. Lekin sach mein Ammi, akeli 
nahi hona chahiye. Agar kuchh ho jaye? Sadkein khamosh hain, phir bhi... 

Ammi: (nervous hasi, kadam thoda tez) Kuchh ho jaye? Nahi nahi, sab theek hai. Main apna 
khayal rakh sakti hoon. Main bacchi nahi. Lekin tum—logon par chhup kar aa rahe ho. Bilkul 
kahaan se aa rahe the? Park se? Ya... kahin aur? 

Main: Kahin aur? Nahi, bas gali ke aas paas. Door se tum dikhi to saath chalne ka socha. Safety
 in numbers, na? Waise hospital kaise tha? Abbu ne kuchh kaha? 

Ammi: (gala khaali karte, awaaz thodi phat rahi) Visit? Thak gaya. Woh zyadatar so rahe the. 
Zyada nahi bola. Doctor ummeedwar hain. Lekin beta, itni raat ko kyon bahar? Teri exams 
aane wali hain. Araam karna chahiye. 

Main: Exams thodi der ruk sakte hain. Mujhe tumhari fikr hai. Tum aaj raat... alag lag rahi 
ho. Khoobsurat, hamesha ki tarah, lekin thaki hui. Sab theek? 

Ammi: (veil ke neeche laal, ek second ruk kar khud ko sambhalti, phir chalti) Khoobsurat? 
Aise mat bolo, bewakoofi hai. Thaki? Haan, hospital ki hawa bhari hai, aur... bus late thi to 
thoda chalna pada. Bas itna. Kuchh zyada nahi. 

Main: Bus late? Hmm, theek hai. Lekin sach mein khoobsurat lag rahi ho Ammi. Yeh veil tum
 par suit karta hai, aankhein chamak rahi hain. Bas keh raha hoon. 

Ammi: (shak se dekhti, dil zor se dhadakta) Aankhein? Bas karo, yeh theek nahi. Aur bus—haan,
 traffic ya kuchh tha. Kyon aise dekh rahe ho? Kya... kuchh ajeeb dekha aaj raat? 

Main: Ajeeb? Kya? Nahi, bas aam mohalle ki cheezein. Kyon, raaste mein kuchh hua? 

Ammi: (jaldi sir hilaati, aankh milane se bachati) Nahi! Kuchh nahi. Bas... raat lambi lag rahi
 hai. Chalo jaldi ghar. 

Main: Pakka abbu theek hain? Unke baare mein baat karte hue thoda uljhi lag rahi ho. 

Ammi: Uljhi? Nahi uljhi. Bas... fikr hai. Uske liye. Aur tumhare liye, aise ghoom rahe ho. Kisi 
ne dekha to? 

Main: Dekha? Hum bas chal rahe hain. Relax Ammi. Sach mein thaki lag rahi ho. Ghar pahunch 
kar araam karna. Chai bana doon? 

Ammi: Chai? Pyara hai, lekin nahi, main sambhal lungi. Bas isha padh kar sona hai. Hospital ki 
roshni se sir dard hota hai kabhi kabhi. Isliye thaki lag rahi hoon. 

Main uske saath chal pada, normal banne ki koshish, lekin andar sharam tezz jal rahi thi. Apni 
Ammi ke saath chal raha hoon jab abhi Gajendra ke saath uski gandagi dekhi— woh kachche,
 khule kaam dimag mein dohra rahe the, mujhe munafiq bana rahe the. Kaise baat kar sakta
 hoon jab maine use nanga, ullanghan, kisi aur mard ke neeche karahate dekha? 

Gunah aur gehra ho gaya, seene par bhari bojh; main apni khushi se sharminda, chhup kar 
dekhne se, woh hadd paar jo kisi bete ko nahi karni chahiye. 

Phir bhi chalte hue main uski badi gaand ko hilte dekh raha tha har kadam, dress ke neeche 
naram uchal, ek sataane wali yaad. Kitni chhinal ban gayi—ya shayad hamesha thi? Nahi, yeh
 soch mujhe aur nafrat dilati thi. Hum dono gunahgaar the ab, raaz se bandhe. 

“Main bas soch raha tha Ammi. Jabir wali sab cheezon ke baad dimag saaf kar raha tha. Fikr 
mat karo—main theek hoon. Waise, Suraj ke ghar ja raha tha unhe milne. Woh daadi ke liye
 madadgar rahe hain yaad hai? Jaldi hi aa jaunga.” 

Woh ruk gayi, mukh kar ke ghoorti hui. Usko pata tha uski maa, daadi Zainab ki Suraj ke saath 
affair, Ammi ne hafton pehle apni maa ko Suraj ke saath chumban karte dekha tha. 

“Suraj ke ghar? Itni raat ko? Bilkul nahi. Raat ke 12 baje hain, aur uska ghar jungle ke paas, bahar
 hai. Agar kuchh ho gaya to? Mere saath ghar chalo—kal din mein mil lena. Teri hifazat pehle, beta.” 

Main dheere se zid ki, shak na hone doon. “Ammi please. Zaroori hai—maine waada kiya tha agar 
paas hoon to milne ka. Chalna door nahi, jaldi hi. Tum jaanti ho Suraj ko; woh ghar wale jaise
 hain. Chandni raat hai, phone hai mere paas. Bas hello bol kar wapas aa jaunga. Bharosa karo?” 

Usne saans li, mere chehre ko dekhti hui, maa wali fikar saaf dikhti thi. "Mujhe pasand nahi,
 lekin... tu ab bada ladka ho gaya hai. Theek hai, ja agar jaana hi hai. Lekin waada kar,
 pahunch kar message kar dena aur nikalte waqt bhi. 

Aur seedha ghar—koi ghumakkad nahi." "Waada, Ammi. Shukriya." Humne jaldi se gale lagaya,
 uski khushboo— jasmine ki perfume aur shaam ki kuchh muski— mere saath reh gayi jab woh 
ghar ki taraf chali gayi. 

Jab main Suraj ke ghar ki taraf chal pada, raasta shehar ki roshniyon se door jungle ki taraf 
mudta hua, andhere mein ghus raha tha. Khud se nafrat phir se kha rahi thi mujhe. 

Main kaisa beta hoon? Ammi ko jhaank kar dekha, uski be-izzati par mutth maari, phir uske
 saamne jhooth bola. Dil hi dil mein gaaliyan di khud ko: "Tu rakshas hai, apne imaan ka naam
 nahi rakh sakta." Gunah aur gehra ho raha tha— ab ,,., kaise padhunga? 

Kya meri salat qubool hogi itne gunahon ke baad? Khud se itni nafrat thi, jaise beinteha gaddha: 
ghar ke rishton ko dhoka, haram khwahishon mein doobna, woh jhaanku ban gaya jo mujhe 
khud ghin aati thi. Phir bhi aage badhta gaya, bungalow nazar aane laga. 

Suraj ka bungalow wahi tha jo pehle dekha tha— sada, ek manzila makaan, safed deewarein, 
tiled chhat, jungle ke kinaare par, shehar ki bheed se door. 

Chhoti baramda belon se bhari, gravel ka rasta darwaze tak. Alag-thalag, ab yeh privacy 
bhayanak lag rahi thi. 

Paas aate hue socha daadi Zainab abhi bhi yahan hogi kya, lekin aqal ne kaha nahi— ab tak 
ghar pahunch kar dada ke saath bistar par hongi. Lekin kuchh ajeeb tha, jism par kaante 
ubhar rahe the; raat bahut shant thi, hawa mein chhupe raaz bhari hui. 

Bungalow ke andar se roshni nikal rahi thi, garam peeli chamak khidkiyon se beh rahi thi itni 
der ke bawajood. Suraj soya kyon nahi? Woh akela rehta tha, chhota dukaandaar, koi ghar 
wale paas nahi. Curiosity— aur woh laanat bhara jhukao— mujhe paas le aaya. 

Chupke se ghooma, pehle baithak ki khidki mein jhaanka. Jhatka laga jaise thappad: zameen
 par daadi ke kapde bikhere hue— safed salwar kameez, sikudi hui phenki hui, andar ke kapde,
 bra aur panty Suraj ki shirt aur pant ke saath uljhi hui. Paas mein pork ka maans plate par,
 greasy aur aadha khaya hua. 

Pork se hairani nahi hui; pehle bhi dekha tha usne haram maans khaya Suraj ke asar mein,
 hamare mazhab ke mana hone ke bawajood. Woh yahan the— ya abhi thodi der pehle the. 

Aur ghoom kar dekha, bedroom ki roshni on thi, ab awaazein aane lagi: karahen aur cheekhen,
 kacchi aur tez. Khidki unchi thi, haath nahi pahunch raha tha, to paas ke jungle se lakdiyan 
ikatthi ki— giri hui daaliyan aur lakdiyan— khatara bhara dhair bana kar chadhne ke liye. 

Dhair mere wazan se hil raha tha, andar se dhup ki halki khushboo aa rahi thi, parda thoda 
khula tha. Poora jhaankne se pehle sambhala, dil zor se dhadak raha tha. 

Aakhirkaar dekha aur dil hil gaya. Daadi Zainab pet ke bal bistar par padi thi, cheekh rahi
 thi aur dard se chehra banati hui, paseena maatha par moti jaise. Dono kamar se neeche
 nange the, Suraj uski peeth par, jism dhakke de raha tha rhythm se. 

Woh uski gaand maar raha tha— woh badi, moti gaand har harkat se hil rahi thi. Turant samajh
 aaya Ammi ka yeh sab daadi Zainab se shuru hua; seb ped se door nahi girta, gunah virasat ki
 tarah chalta hai. Isne Ammi ke Gajendra ke saath girne ki wajah samjha di— seekhi kamzori, 
chhupe khwahish ubhar aayi. 






Saaf tha yeh uski pehli baar thi gaand mein lund lene ki; jaise chadar pakad rakhi thi, cheekhen
 dard zyada khushi se kam, "Suraj, dard ho raha! Dheere kar!" Woh dheere lekin zid se, paas ki 
bottle se tel lagata hua andar kar raha tha. 

Jaanta tha daadi Zainab ne kabhi nahi kiya yeh, hamesha paakizaagi ki baat karti thi, aise 
kaamon ko ghair-fitri aur haram kehti thi. Bedroom mein nishaniyan saaf: nightstand par taza 
lubricant ki bottle, tissues bikhere jaise saaf karne ke liye, jism sakht aur anadi, harkaton mein
 koi aasani nahi. 

Jhatka mujhe sunn kar diya, lekin phir se utsaah jag utha. Lakdi ki kamzori ka dhyaan nahi 
raha, dhair hil gaya. Haath pant mein gaya, lund bahar nikaal kar mutth maarne laga— yeh 
aadat ban gayi thi, gunah ke waqt sharam ud jaati thi. 






Kyon gunah nahi mehsoos? Kyonki haram ka josh sab kuchh sunn kar deta tha, zameer so jata 
tha. Suraj dheere dheere gaand maar raha tha dard kam karne ke liye, fisfisa raha, "Relax, 
Zainab ji. Jaldi acha lagega. Saans le. Pehli baar hai, bas gaand dheeli kar." Socha woh yeh 
kaise kar sakti thi— dada ko dhoka, mazhab ko dhoka, Suraj ke saath. 

Poora haath hilane se pehle lakdi gir gayi zor ki awaaz se, daaliyan bikhar gayi. Ghar ke andar
 goonj gayi jaise bijli giri. Daadi ki awaaz: "Suraj, yeh kya tha? Bahar koi hai!" 

Pata tha unhone sun liya. Ghabrahat mein neeche kooda aur bhaga, pair jungle mein daudte, 
daaliyan chehre par maar rahi thi, jab tak andhere mein surakshit nahi ho gaya. 

Agla din chamakdar subah hua, suraj parde se chhan kar andar aa raha tha jaise raat ke andhere 
ka mazaak uda raha ho. Abbu hospital se ghar aa gaye the, taza aur taaza dikhte hue, rang 
wapas aaya, living room mein akhbaar padhte hue. 

"Main naye aadmi jaisa mehsoos kar raha hoon," unhone nashte par khushi se kaha. Gajendra
 bina bataye aa gaya tha, abbu ki sehat dekhne ke bahane, lekin aankhein Ammi par tik rahi 
thi jo kitchen mein roti aur curry bana rahi thi, khushboo ghar bhar rahi thi. 

Baad mein Ammi chai aur nashta— samosa aur biscuit— tray par lagakar baramde mein le gayi
 jahan abbu aur Gajendra baat kar rahe the. Main andar se dekh raha tha, pet mein ganth. Pata
 tha kuchh hone wala hai; hawa mein tanav tha, raaz behne ko taiyar. 









 

[Deepak_bull]

CHAPTER 21


Mere papa ko meri mom ki taraf se jo dhokha mil raha hai, woh bilkul 
deserve nahi karte. Meri mom papa ko sabse bura tareeke se dhokha de rahi hai.




Ammi, Shahida, apni aam shaan se chalti hui aayi, kal raat wala pink resham ka dress ab ek saadha
 apron se bandha hua kamar par. Woh thoda jhuk kar tray ko unke beech ke neeche table par rakhi,
 samosey, biscuit aur taza chai pesh karte hue. 


Jaise hi woh jhuki, Gajendra ki nazar seedhe uski chhati par chali gayi, dress ka modest gala us 
halat mein thoda sa khul kar neeche ke naram ubhaar dikha raha tha. 






Uski nazar wahi ruk gayi, uske choochiyon ke halke ubhaar ko dekhte hue, honthon par halki si
 muskurahat, jo abbu chai hilate hue notice nahi kar rahe the. Ammi jaldi seedhi hui, gaal thode
 laal hue, lekin Gajendra ki taraf aankh nahi uthayi, sirf abbu par tawajjoh di. 

“Yeh lo, Hussein. Samosey taza banaye hain—tumhara pasandida bharavan,” usne kaha, awaaz 
mustaqil lekin ek khatarnak dhage par chal rahi thi, jaise normal hone aur andar ke toofan ke beech
 balance kar rahi ho. 

Ammi aur Gajendra ke beech cheezein sirf surface ke neeche ubal rahi thi, abbu ki bharose bhari 
nazar se chhupi hui. Jab usne Gajendra ke cup mein chai aur daali, ungliyan chhui—uski taraf se jaan
 bujh kar, angutha uske haath par thoda zyada der tak ruka. 

Woh dheere se haath peeche khinchi, lekin usse pehle bijli ka ek jhatka guzar gaya, saans ruk si gayi.
 Abbu ne Gajendra ki market ki baaton par hanse, bilkul be-khabar ki Gajendra ka paon table ke
neeche Ammi ke ankle ko dheeme se chhed raha tha. 

Woh peeche hati, scarf ko bechaini se adjust karti, harkatein saaf lekin tanav bhari. Woh unke saamne 
khatarnak tareeke se kaam kar rahi thi—abbu ko muskurahat se jawab deti, hostess ki tarah refill pesh
 karti, lekin jism ki bhasha jhooth bol rahi thi: kandhe thode jhuke, aankhein Gajendra ki taraf 
chetaavni aur naa-khwahish khwahish ke milaap se. 

Jaise woh ek nazuk naach kar rahi ho, wafadar biwi ka dikhawa banaye rakhte hue, jabki kal raat 
uske jism ko haasil karne wala mard wahi baitha tha, uski mojoodgi gunah ki yaad dilati hui. 

Main living room ke darwaze ke saaye mein chhupa dekhta raha, dil gusse aur dukh ke milaap se mor
 raha tha. Abbu ko itna poora dhoka diya ja raha tha, Ammi aur Gajendra par uska bharosa bilkul na
 tootne wala, jaise bhediye ko khane par dawat di ja rahi ho. 

Kaise woh nahi dekh pa raha Gajendra ki aankhein Ammi ko kha rahi thi, ya uski halat mein halke si 
jhatke? Isne mujhe Ammi ko buri sochne par majboor kar diya, bilkul uski Ammi—meri daadi Zainab
 ki tarah, jisne kal raat Suraj ke saath haram suar ka gosht khaya, phir jungle ke kinare ke us ekant
 bungalow mein usko apni gaand marwane di. 

Yaad saaf ubhari: daadi ki dard bhari cheekhen aur naa-khwahish khushi ki milaap, badi gaand Suraj 
ke dhakkon se hilti hui, sab Grandpa ko dhoka dete hue. 

Kyon mujhe laga daadi ne Ammi ko randi 
tarah pala tha? Yeh un patterns se aaya jo maine dekhe—daadi ke chhupe affair, haram khane aur 
kaamon mein doobna, temptation ki kamzori ki virasat Ammi tak pahunchi. 

Ammi hamesha daadi ki izzat se baat karti thi, lekin ab yeh parda lagta tha: daadi ki deendari sirf 
dikhawa, asli sabaq kaamon mein chhupe, Ammi ko sikhaya ki khwahishen imaan par bhaari pad sakti
 hain, hamare deen ke bahar ke mard wafadar shauharon ke chhode khaliyon ko bhar sakte hain. 

Yeh Ammi ke Gajendra ke saath phisalne ki wajah bata raha tha—virasat mein aayi kamzori, saalon
 tak daadi ke munafiqat dekh kar poshi gayi randi si fitrat. 

Kuchh minute aur serve karne ke baad Ammi ne maafi maangi, kitchen mein dinner check karne ka
 bahana banate hue. “Agar kuchh chahiye to main jaldi wapas aaungi,” usne halki lekin tanav
 bhari awaaz mein kaha, phir andar chali gayi. 

Kitchen garam jagah thi, simmering curry aur stove par taza chapati ki khushboo se bhari. Woh 
counter par masroof ho gayi, sabziyan zor zor se kaatne lagi, chaku cutting board par thap thap 
kar raha tha jaise uske khayalon ko daba de. 

Woh khud se baat karne lagi, yeh woh lafz the jo usne khud se kahe... 



Oh God, maine kya kar diya? Abhi veranda se Gajendra ko chai serve kar ke aayi, aur mera dil
 dhol ki tarah baj raha hai. Woh wahan mere shauhar ke saath baitha hai—mera bechara bimaar 
shauhar—aur phir bhi usne mujhe bhookhi aankhon se dekha, cup dete waqt haath par ungliyan 
ragad di. 

Kyon yeh mujhe itna garam, itna zinda mehsoos karata hai? Mera jism siskari le raha hai, scarf bhi
 flushed chamdi par saans rok raha hai. Agar mere shauhar ne dekh liya to? Woh kamzor hai, lekin
 kabhi kabhi aankhein tez hoti hain. Ya Rabb, agar shak hua to hamara ghar toot jayega. 

Main achhi biwi hoon na? Maine uski bimaari mein khayal rakha, khana banaya, bacchon ko --- 
tareeqe se pala. Saalon se wafadar rahi, har subah ,,., padhi. Yeh Gajendra wala affair khatam
 hona chahiye. 

Main qasam khati hoon, ab ruk jaungi. Koi chori ke lamhe nahi, koi saaye mein fisfisahat nahi. Main
 wapas normal biwi, wafadar Ammi banungi. Aaj raat se zyada rakat padungi, maafi maangungi. 

Lekin abhi khud se itni nafrat kyon? Dekh Shahida—tu munafiq hai, gunahgaar jo deendari ke peeche 
chhupi hai. Pichhle dinon ki ,,., bekaar thi na? Khali lafz, kyonki andar se main Gajendra ke haath
 ki zyada talabgaar hoon Khuda ki rehmat se. Ise tanhaai kehte hoon, shauhar ke lambi hospital mein
rehne se kamzori, lekin yeh bahana hai. 

Kya main randi hoon? Nahi, nahi, aisa nahi ho sakta. Main _ aurat hoon, modest pala, jawani
 mein achhe mard se shadi ki. Randiyan woh hoti hain jo khud ko dikhaati hain, gunah bina pachtawe 
ke talab karti hain. Main sirf kamzori se phisli, Gajendra ki charm ne mujhe hara diya. Yeh meri asliyat 
nahi. 

Oh, lekin khud se jhooth bol rahi hoon na? Dil ke andar sach jaanti hoon—main Gajendra ki randi hoon.
 Qabool karna padega. Jab woh mujhe akele mein aisa kehta hai to main pighal jaati hoon, jis tarah
 usne mujhe choda, ghutno par baithne ki khushi... 

Randi hone mein itna maza aata hai, us haram aag mein samarpan, us tarah mehsoos karna jo mera 
shauhar kabhi nahi kara saka. Haan, yeh mujhe utsaahit karta hai, sirf soch kar meri chut dard karti 
hai. 

Nahi nahi nahi, main aise kaise bol rahi? Yeh shaitan bol raha hai, main nahi. Hosh mein aao; yeh 
paagalpan hai. Iqraar karti hoon, haan, maine sakht gunah kiya, ahd toda, imaan ko dhoka diya. 

Lekin ab nahi. Main badalne ka faisla karti hoon, phir se achhi aurat aur Ammi banungi. Kal roza 
rakhungi, zyada Hadith padhungi, Gajendra se poora door rahungi. Mera Khuda raheem hai; agar 
sachchi tauba karoon to raah dikha dega. 

Phir bhi... Gajendra ka haath mere haath par kyon chipka hai? Nahi, bas karo. ,,., par tawajjoh 
do. Abhi wuzu karungi aur sajde mein sukoon dhoondhungi. Yeh aaj khatam. 



Phir Gajendra ne abbu se maafi maangi ki bathroom ja raha hai. 






Abbu ne be-dhyaan nod kiya, juice pee raha tha. Gajendra chupke se kitchen mein ghus aaya, Ammi ke
 peeche se aaya jaise saya. Woh sakht ho gayi jab uske haath kamar par lapet gaye, use peeche kheench
 kar seene se laga liya. “Shahida, aaj tu bahut tempting lag rahi hai,” usne kaan mein garam saans ke 
saath fisfisaya. “Yeh dress... har jagah sahi se chipki hui.” 

Ammi dheemi saans li, haath chaku par jam gaye. “Gajendra, kya kar rahe ho? Hussein bahar hai. Please, 
bas karo. Meri shadi barbaad mat karo—main pehle hi bahut khatre mein hoon.” 

Uski awaaz chhupi minnat thi, dar se bhari, jism uski pakad mein tan gaya. 

Woh use aur zor se pakda, baahon mein lohe ki tarah, ek haath pet par faila, doosra side par upar 
chadhta hua. 

“Oh, chhod na, Shahida. Tu veranda par shauhar ke bagal baith kar mujhe jis tarah dekhti thi, woh
 jhooth nahi bol sakti. Woh nazrein—josh bhari, aur maangti hui. Tu bhi utna hi chahti hai jitna main.” 

Woh sir hilaati rahi, nikalne ki koshish lekin zor se nahi, jaise awaaz na ho. “Nahi, maine aisa nahi kiya
. Sirf adab tha. Tu khayal bana raha hai. Gajendra, bahar ja. Mera shauhar abhi bhi wahan hai—kabhi 
bhi andar aa sakta hai.” 

Gajendra dheeme se hanse, honth gardan par ragadte hue. “Adab? Aisa kehti hai? Tujhme woh aag 
dikhti hai, Shahida—wahi aag jo kal raat mere neeche karah rahi thi. Tera jism jhooth nahi bolta. Aur
 Hussein? Woh acche aadmi hain, lekin kamzor. Bimaar, hamesha doosron par nirbhar. Woh saamne jo
 hai woh nahi dekhta. Mujhe dikhaane de ek asli mard kya kar sakta hai.” 

Ammi ruk gayi, virodh kamzor padte hue jab uske haath ghoomne lage. “Please... yeh galat hai. Woh 
mera shauhar hai, mere bacche ka baap. Uske baare mein aisa mat bolo. Woh itna kuchh seh chuka hai
 bimaari se.” 

Lekin Gajendra nahi ruka, use thoda ghuma kar saamne kiya, aankhein uski aankhon mein. “Galat? To 
phir mujhe zor se kyon nahi dhakel rahi? Qabool kar—tu is utsaah ki talabgaar hai. Hussein bewakoof 
hai, bahar snack kha raha hai jab main uski cheez le raha hoon.” Woh jhuka, uske honthon ko gehre 
chumban mein bandh liya, muh maangne wala aur zid wala. 

Ammi pehle virodh nahi kiya; honth uske neeche khul gaye, dheemi saans nikli jab woh uske chhue
 hue mein pighal gayi. Kyon? Shayad khatre ki khushi, woh haram kashish jo pehle bhi use kheench 
laayi, us garam lamhe mein dar ko hara deti hui. 






Chumban gehra hua, zubaanen ek doosre se mili, haath ab azaad ghoom rahe—ek haath badi naram 
gaand par, dress ke upar se naram gosht nichodta, doosra peeth par dabav deta use aur paas kheench
 kar, uske choochiyon ko seene se dabate hue, unki bhari fullness dabav mein dab gayi. 

Main chhupe hue dekh raha tha, hairan ki woh itna khatra kar rahe the jab abbu veranda par kadam door
 tha. Ammi itni himmat kahan se laayi? Ya yeh nasha tha, bilkul daadi ki tarah Suraj ke saath sab 
barbaad karne wali? Mera dimag ghoom raha tha, jazbaat ke toofan mein. 

Woh achanak chumban tod kar peeche hati, aankhein phaili. “Hum nahi kar sakte... mujhe dar lag raha
 hai. Agar usne sun liya? Agar andar aa gaya?” 

Gajendra muskuraya, haath abhi bhi us par. “Shahida, relax. Woh bahar chai enjoy kar raha hai, bilkul
 be-khabar. Sirf jaldi ka maza—mujhe mehsoos karne de. Tu jaanti hai tu chahti hai. Kal raat yaad hai? 
Tera jism iske liye bana tha.” 

Uski zid uske samjhane mein toot gayi, haath kaampte hue neeche gaya, uske lund ko pant ke upar se
 pakda. “Theek hai... lekin jaldi. Aur darwaza dekhte rehna.” Woh peeche mud kar veranda ki taraf 
dekhti rahi, dar aankhon mein saaf, darwaza dekh kar confirm kiya ki abbu nahi dekh rahe phir 
Gajendra ko chumban jari rakha. 





Main nazar nahi hata pa raha tha, mere andar ka andhera hissa Ammi ko khilone ki tarah dekhte hue
 pasand kar raha tha—Gajendra ka khelona, virodh ke bawajood farmaanbardar aur utsauk. 

Mere akhlaq khatam ho gaye the, in haqeeqaton ki garmi mein ud gaye; pehle main mazhab ki taleem 
par tha, ghar ki izzat, haram khayalon se door. Ab woh paakizaagi door lagti thi, badle mein ek 
be-sharam khushi jo mujhe sharminda bhi karti thi aur utsaahit bhi. Main itna neeche kaise gira, 
farzanda farmaanbardar se yahan tak? 

Jab woh dono chumban kar rahe the, Ammi ne apni dress ke upar ke button kholne shuru kiye,
 cleavage dikhaane ke liye usko dikhate hue. 








Ammi dheere dheere ghutnon par baith gayi, haathon se uski zip badi sambhal kar kholi. Belt ko bhi
 bahut dhyan se utara. Woh koi galti nahi karna chahti thi, aur maine dekha woh lagataar kaamp rahi
 thi. Mujhe laga yeh isliye ki uska shauhar sirf kuchh meter door tha, dar lag raha tha. 






Usne poora muh mein nahi daala ekdum se; balki dheere shuru kiya, zubaan bahar nikaal kar sirf 
supari ko chaata, precum ka maza lete hue dheemi si awaaz nikali. Dheere se haath se pakad kar sirf 
supari ko honthon ke beech liya, pehle halke se choosa, gaal andar dhase hue rhythm banate hue. 

Gajendra dheeme se karaha, haath uske baalon mein daal kar, kitchen ki khidki se bahar dekhta raha,
 yakeen karte hue ki Abbu abhi bhi bahar baitha hai, bilkul be-khabar. "Jaari rakh, Shahida. Tera
 shauhar wahi hai, kuchh pata nahi," Gajendra fisfisaya, awaaz mein hukm aur mazaak mila hua. 
"Main dekh raha hoon— woh theek hai, sirf phoolon ko ghoor raha. Jaari rakh." 

Yeh yaqeen dilane se Ammi ko hosla mila; dar khatam ho gaya jab Gajendra dekhbhaal ka zimma liya,
 to woh poora dhyan de saki. Usne raftaar badha di, sir tez tez aage peeche, har baar zyada andar
 lete hue. 

Gajendra ne Abbu ko aur neeche giraya, lafzon mein nafrat tapakti hui. "Dekh usko, Hussein,
 bewakoof ki tarah baitha hai jab teri biwi itni josh se mera lund choos rahi hai. Hussein tu kamzor 
hai, Shahida— tujhe deserve nahi karta." 

Usne uska sir pakad kar mazbooti se guide kiya, Ammi ne maan liya, blowjob tez aur joshila. Mujhe 
laga woh maze le rahi thi— aankhein jhapakti hui, dheemi karahen uske ird-gird goonjti hui, haath
 uski raanon par pakad kar sahara le rahi thi. Uski josh se saaf tha, khatre ke bawajood yeh kaam
 usko pasand aa raha tha. 

Gajendra ne usko sharminda kiya, fisfisahat mein be-izzati: "Bas yeh, tu chhinal. Apne hi kitchen 
mein mera lund choos rahi hai jab tera bechara shauhar intezaar kar raha. Ab tu meri hai na? Is lund
 ki aadi." 

Uska chhota muh uske 11-inch lambai ke ird-gird faila hua, phir bhi poora andar ja raha tha, ek aisa 
kaam jo mujhe hairan kar gaya— Ammi ka nazuk muh to gajar bhi chhote tukde kar ke nahi khaati, 
lekin yahan poora andar le rahi thi, honth kase hue. 

Achanak ek awaaz— counter par se bartan gir gaye, Ammi ki kohni se takra kar. Awaaz tez goonji, aur
 Abbu ki awaaz veranda se aayi: "Shahida? Sab theek hai wahan?" 

Ammi jam gayi, hairan, muh abhi bhi Gajendra ke lund mein, aankhein dar se phaili hui. 

Gajendra ne jaldi se apne aap ko sambhala, casually jawab diya, "Theek hai, Hussein! Bas chamach
 gir gaya. Shahida sambhal rahi hai." Phir Ammi ki taraf mud kar fisfisaya, "Chup raho— main usko
 yaqeen dilata hoon." 

Ammi ruk gayi lekin poora peeche nahi hati, lund abhi muh mein, thook thodi si thodi si daadi par
 beh rahi thi. Woh susti se jaag gayi, muh ponchhe bina khadi hui aur bola, "Haan Hussein, sab 
theek! Aaj thodi be-dhyaani ho gayi." Uski awaaz mazboot thi, lekin saans tez. 

Abbu hans pada. "Theek hai, fikr mat karo. Gajendra, wapas aao taaki dukaan ke badhne ki baat
 jaari rakhein." 

Gajendra ne khidki ki taraf sar hilaya. "Ek minute mein, Hussein. Shahida ko jaldi se kuchh madad 
kar raha hoon." 

Ammi bina kahe phir neeche baith gayi, bhook saaf dikhti hui usne Gajendra ke bade lund ko phir
 choosna shuru kiya, aur gehra aur tez. Mujhe tab pata chala woh kitni chhinal thi— uske lund ki
 aadi, khatra hi uski khwahish ko badha raha tha, bujha nahi raha. Woh yeh gulaami, yeh haram
 thrill chahti thi, jism pehle ke dar ke bawajood jawab de raha tha. 

Mujhe ajeeb si khushi hui Ammi ko Gajendra ka lund chooste dekh kar jab Abbu bahar bewakoof 
ki tarah baitha tha, be-khabar. Yeh yaad dilata tha ki Ammi ne Abbu ko aise logon se chetavni di
 thi— Gajendra jaise madad ke naam par andar ghusne walon se. 

"Hussein, bahar walon se sambhal ke," woh mahinon pehle boli thi. "Saamne muskurate hain lekin
 peeche se tera maal le jaate hain." Woh misaalon mein boli thi, hint deti hui ki agar non-Musslim
 jaise Gajendra se zyada qareeb rahega to woh kho jayegi, lekin Abbu ne nazarandaaz kiya, apne
 "dost" ki bhalai par yakeen kiya. 

Ab Ammi poori tarah Gajendra ki ho chuki thi; Abbu ne apni bewakoofi se usko kho diya, ek aise 
mard par bharosa kiya jo uski kamzori ka faida utha raha tha. Abbu ne galti ki uski chetavni na
 sun kar, Gajendra ko ghar mein daakhil kar diya. 

Gajendra zor se karaha jab woh jhadne ke qareeb pahuncha, jism tan gaya. "Shahida... main nikal 
raha hoon." Usne apna doodh uske chehre par daala, garam jharte gaalon aur honthon par, karah 
goonjti hui. 

Abbu ne phir suna: "Gajendra? Theek ho? Jaise zor se awaaz aayi." 

Gajendra ne apne aap ko sambhala, maatha ponchha. "Haan, bas galat stretch ho gaya— purani
 peeth dard uth gaya. Jaldi aata hoon." 

Abbu yakeen kar liya, hans kar. "Aaram se. Yeh kursiyan itni aaramdeh nahi." 

Abbu kitna bewakoof tha, itni aasani se dhoka kha gaya? Is baar Ammi uth kar jawab nahi diya;
 uska chehra poora sperm se bhara, tapak raha tha. 

Gajendra ne neeche dekha, muskurate hue. "Shahida, aise bahut khoobsurat lag rahi ho. Lekin 
saaf kar lo— Hussein ko apni biwi ko mere nishaan ke saath nahi dekhna chahiye." 

Gajendra: (apne lund se aakhri boondein cum ko uske gaal par ponchhte hue, muskurate jab woh
 kitchen mein ghutno par baithi thi, chehra chamak raha) Mmm, achha kaam kiya, Shahida. Bilkul 
professional ki tarah choosa. Ab jaa bahar aur apne shauhar ko achha gehra chumban de honthon 
par. 

Ammi: (haath ke peeche se muh ponchhte hue, aankhein dar se phaili, awaaz tez fisfisahat mein)
 Kya? Nahi! Kya paagal ho gaye ho, Gajendra? Mera chehra tere... tere gande cum se bhara hai! 
Main uske saath aise chumban kaise kar sakti hoon jab maine abhi tera lund choosa hai 






Gajendra: (dheeme se hanste, pant ki zip band karte hue) Oh, haan kar sakti ho. Aur karogi bhi.
 Zyadatar ponchh lo agar chahti ho, lekin thoda chamak chhod dena. Main chahta hoon woh bina
 jaane mera maza chakhe. 

Ammi: (kaampte hue khadi hoti, veranda ki taraf dekhti jahan abbu be-khabar baitha tha) Kyon?
 Kyon mujhe itna ganda kaam karwa rahe ho? Tum rakshas ho! 

Gajendra: (paas jhuk kar, garam saans kaan par) Kyonki yeh ganda garam hai, Shahida. Socho uske 
honth tere par, abhi bhi mere cum se chipchipa. Woh sochega yeh sirf tumhara chapstick ya
 paseena hai, lekin tum jaanogi yeh mera beej hai jo woh chaat raha hai. Yeh sabse bada dhoka 
hai jo main dekhna chahta hoon. 

Ammi: (kaampte hue, aasteen se chehra saaf karne ki koshish) Bas karo! Yeh ghin aati hai. Mera
 shauhar acche aadmi hai— woh is be-izzati ke layak nahi. Aur main bhi nahi! 

Jab woh sink ke paas jhuk kar chehra aur muh dho rahi thi, paani zor zor se chhidakti hui, 
Gajendra peeche khada tha, haathon se uski badi gaand ko malish kar raha— naram tukdon ko zor 
se nichodta, angoothon se dress ke upar se curves trace kar raha. 

"Gajendra, ruk jao," woh virodh karti rahi, lekin aadha dil se, muh kulli karte hue. "Hum yeh bar
 bar nahi kar sakte. Hussein bahar hi baitha hai." Woh aur paas dab gaya, malish zyada zid wali 
ho gayi, gaand ke tukdon ko kheench kar failaate hue masti mein. 






"Lekin mujhe aur chahiye, Shahida. Abhi yahin teri chut mar loon— tez aur zor se. Tu jaanti hai 
tujhe zarurat hai." 

Ammi seedhi hui, gusse se uski taraf palti. "Nahi! Bilkul nahi. Main tum par itna gussa hoon ki 
sab khatre mein daal rahe ho. Mera shauhar— Hussein— veranda par hai. Ek awaaz aur, sab 
khatam. Wapas bahar jao pehle woh shak kare. Kyon chahte ho main apne shauhar ko chumban 
doon jab maine abhi tera lund choosa hai?" 

Gajendra: (muskurahat aur failate, uski kalaai pakad kar ponchhne se rokta) Yahi to maqsad 
hai, tum dhokebaaz veili. Maine tere sundar _ muh ko kachcha choda, tere pious 
chehre par apna maal gira diya. Ab jaa share kar. Use bina jaane thoda sa nigalwa do jo tune
 pee liya. 

Ammi: (kheench kar alag hoti, awaaz ghin se kaamp rahi) Tum kitne gande ho, Gajendra. Kaise 
soch sakte ho aisa? Jaise tum meri shadi ko neeche gira kar maza le rahe ho! 

Gajendra: (sar hilaate, aankhein chamakti) Bilkul sahi. Socho— tera shauhar bahar be-khabar, jab
 uski biwi ke honth doosre mard ke cum se chamak rahe. Jab tu usko chumban degi, jaise main 
uske muh mein apna nishaan laga raha hoon. 

Ammi: (darwaze ki taraf peeche hatati, chehra sharam se laal) Nahi, nahi karungi. Yeh bahut 
zyada hai. Mera mazhab, mere waade... tum sab paak cheezon ko bigaad rahe ho! 

Gajendra: (paas aate, awaaz mein mazaak) Paak? Paanch minute pehle tu ghutno par mera Hiindu
 lund gale tak le rahi thi. Jaa, Shahida. Gehri chumban de— zubaan ke saath. Use woh namkeen
 maza chakha jo maine tere gaalon par chhoda tha. 

Ammi: (siskari, lekin darwaze par ruk kar) Please, mat karwao. Yeh bahut galat hai... woh soongh
 lega, ya chakhega. Agar shak kar liya to? 

Gajendra: (dheeme hanste) Nahi karega. Budha aadmi shayad aadha bewakoof hai. Lekin tu 
mehsoos karegi na? Har baar jab uski zubaan teri chhuegi, yaad aayega mera gala tak kaise tha. 
Isliye chahta hoon— teri chhupi sharam, hamara chhota khel. 

Ammi: (aankhon mein aansu, palat kar) Tum bilkul shaitan ho. Bilkul shaitan. Theek hai main jaati 
hoon aur usko chumban doongi lekin mujhe mat dekho aur yeh yahin khatam. Aur nahi. 

Gajendra: (use jaate dekh kar, muskurate) Yeh khatam nahi hoga randi, abhi jaa. 

Phir meri aankh ke kinaare se dekha kaise Ammi seedhi us jagah gayi jahan abbu baitha tha, abbu
 hairan ho gaya Ammi ke chehre ko dekh kar, abbu kuchh bolne se pehle, Ammi jhuk kar usko
 chumban de diya. 

Mujhe bahut ghin aayi lekin saath hi bahut garam bhi laga kyonki Ammi sach mein mere abbu ko 
barbaad kar rahi thi. Woh usko chumban de rahi thi sirf kuchh minute baad jab usne Gajendra ko
 blowjob diya tha, mujhe abbu ke liye bahut dukh hua, usko nahi pata woh kya chakha raha hai. 



 

[Deepak_bull]

CHAPTER 22


Ab main maza le raha hoon yeh dekh kar ki meri mom Gajendra ki randi ban
 rahi hai. Woh mere dad ki zindagi barbaad kar rahi hai.






“Shahida! Gajendra aur main thodi der ki sair pe ja rahe hain. Zyada der nahi hogi—shayad aadha ghanta ya 
uske aas-paas. Bazaar se kuchh chahiye to bata dena.” 


Ammi kitchen se nikli, haathon ko dish towel se ponchhte hue, chehra ghar ki mamooli saadgi ka mask pehne
 hue. Lekin main dekh sakta tha uski halat mein chhupi bechaini—kandhon ki thodi si tanav, aankhein ek pal 
Gajendra ki taraf phir abbu par thahri. “Sair? Hussein, tum sach mein tayyar ho? Doctor ne kaha tha aaram
 karna.” 

Abbu ne uski fikron ko muskurahat se taal diya, wohi muskurahat jo pehle hamesha uski naa ko haan mein 
badal deti thi. “Main theek hoon, sach mein. Gajendra sahi keh raha hai—yahaan baithne se taqat nahi aayegi.
 Bas gali ke kone tak chalenge aur wapas. 

Thak gaya to palat aayenge. Waada.” Usne Ammi ke gaal par halka 
sa chumban kiya, woh naram ehsaas jo mere andar kuchh mor deta tha, jaante hue uske raaz. 

Ammi ne veranda se un dono ko jaate dekha, baahen seene par baandhe hue. 

Woh bilkul thaki hui lag rahi thi, kandhe jhuke hue, ek pal ke liye chehra haathon mein chhupa liya. Main
 mehsoos kar sakta tha woh gandagi jo woh lad rahi thi—Gajendra ke saath ke lamhon ki sharam abhi bhi, usi 
din kitchen ke kisi chhupa kone mein jab abbu veranda par the, usne Gajendra ka lund muh mein liya tha, 
majboori se jhuk kar, honth uske ird-gird lapet kar. 

Kuchh minute baad woh uthi, jaise mayoosi jhad kar. “Mujhe ,,., padhni hai,” usne zor se kaha, chahe koi 
sunne wala na tha. Sab kuchh hone ke bawajood—haram kaam, shadi ke waade ka dhoka, Gajendra ke saath haram 
khushi mein doobna—woh kamre ke kone mein ,,., ki ja-,,., par gayi. 





Lekin yeh soch ka lamha darwaze par tez dastak se toot gaya. Ammi ,,., ke beech ruk gayi, sir utha kar hairan.
 “Kaun ho sakta hai?” usne khud se kaha, jaldi se salam pher kar ,,., khatam ki. 

Usne veil theek kiya, haath se saaf kiya, aur darwaze ki taraf dheere se gayi. Aankhon mein fikr thi—lag raha tha
 Gajendra hi hoga, jaldi wapas aa kar koi bahana bana kar use phir gunah ke jaal mein kheenchna chahega jab 
abbu bahar hain. Haath knob par ruk gaya, saans ruk kar chhoti si jhaanki se dekha. 

Rahat hui—aur meri bhi—woh Gajendra nahi tha. Darwaza khola to aunty Nafisa, Jabir ki Ammi, khadi thi,
 chehre par garam muskurahat aur haath mein dhaka hua bartan. “Salaam, Shahida! Umeed hai disturb nahi 
kar rahi. Taza samosay laayi hoon—jaanti hoon Hussein ko kitne pasand hain, aur hospital se abhi nikle hain to
 thoda mazaak chahiye hoga.” 

“Salaam, Nafisa! Andar aao, andar aao,” Ammi ne kaha, side hokar raasta diya, lekin muskurahat thodi majboori 
wali thi, ,,., aur andar ki ladai se abhi ubhar rahi thi. Dono ne halka sa gale lagaya, purani dosti ki tarah, aur 
Ammi use sofa par le gayi. “Bahut din ho gaye tum aayi nahi. Baitho. Chai banaati hoon.” 

Nafisa meri dost Jabir ki Ammi thi, jis ki girlfriend Rani ki gaand maine maari thi, woh dhoka jo abhi bhi raaton 
ko sataata hai. Jabir mera bhai jaisa tha, aur maine us rishte ko sabse gande tareeke se tod diya—Rani ki tight,
 kunwaari gaand mein dhakke maarte hue jab woh karah rahi thi, tel lagakar raasta aasan kiya, waada kiya ki
 uski kunwaari Jabir ke liye bachi rahegi. 

Yeh yaad mujhe beemar kar deti thi, lekin Nafisa ko yahan Ammi ke saath baat karte dekh kar nafrat aur badh
 gayi. Main us se nafrat karta hoon kyonki usne apne shauhar ko dhoka diya tha, jo bahar mulk mein kaam kar 
raha hai, har mahine paisa bhejta hai. Maine dekha tha usko hamare ***** tuition teacher Mr. Ravi ke saath
 chumban karte hue. 

Woh ganja aadmi moti chashme wala, raat ko darwaze par—honthon se honth jude, jism chipke hue, uske haath
 uske baalon mein jaise usne apne waade poore bhula diye hon. Yeh munafiqat thi: masjid ke events organize
 karne wali aurat, nek baatein sikhane wali, lekin raat ko kafir mard ke saath haram gale lagati hui. 

Aur bura yeh soch kar ki Nafisa Ammi ko gunah ki taraf aur dhakel degi. Dono purani dost thi, chai pe saalon
 se raaz baantti thi—shadi ki pareshaniyaan, shauhar ke door ya bimaar hone ki tanhaai. Nafisa ka dhoka shayad
 un baaton mein zeher ki tarah ghul jayega, dhoke ko mamooli bata kar, keh kar ki kahin aur se sukoon lena
 theek hai. 

Main chhupa darwaze ke peeche, kaan laga kar sun raha tha. Ammi achanak boli, “Beta! Idhar aao zara. Aunty
 Nafisa aayi hain—ja kar salaam karo theek se.” 

Main majboori se nikla, chehre par majboori wali muskurahat daal kar. “Salaam, Aunty Nafisa. Aap kaise hain?” 

“Salaam beta! Dekho kitna bada ho gaya,” usne garam awaaz mein kaha, aankhein maa jaisi mohabbat se, jo
 ab mujhe jhoothi lagti thi. 






Baad mein maine kaha, “Aunty Nafisa, aap se mil kar acha laga, lekin homework khatam karna hai. Maaf 
kijiye.” Main politely bahar nikal gaya, lekin apne kamre mein darwaza thoda sa khol kar chhup kar sunne 
laga, kaan gap par laga kar. 

Ammi: Um, Nafisa, kuchh dil par hai. Nahi jaanti bolun ya nahi... 

Nafisa: Arre behen, bol na. Saalon se dost hain—kuchh bhi bata sakti ho. Kya pareshani hai? Ghar ki baat? 
Paisa? Khul kar bol, main sun rahi hoon. 

Ammi: Itna aasan nahi. Soch kar hi sharam aati hai. Shayad kuchh aur baat karen—mausam acha hai na aajkal? 

Nafisa: Shahida, ab taal mat. Jaanti ho main judge nahi karungi. Dono shadi-shuda auratein hain, pehle bhi 
raaz baante hain. Jo bhi hai, hum dono ke beech rahega. Dabane se aur bura hoga. 

Ammi: Theek hai... lekin waada karo mujhe kam na samjhogi. Main... main kisi se mil rahi hoon. Sirf milna
 nahi—affair chal raha hai. Hamare naye padosi Gajendra ke saath. 

Nafisa: Kya? Gajendra? Bagal wala *****? Hey Khuda, Shahida! Mazak to nahi? (hansti hai) Wah, deewar paar
 bade lund ki taraf! Kabhi socha nahi tha tu itni himmat wali hai! 

Ammi: Nafisa! Yeh mazak nahi. Main serious hoon. Bahut bura lag raha hai. Please, halke mein mat lo. 

Nafisa: Theek hai, sorry—bas hairaan ho gayi! Lekin sach bata, kaise shuru hua? Poori kahani suna, main mar 
rahi hoon jaanne ke liye. 

Ammi: Bilkul masoomiyat se shuru hua. Ek mahine pehle woh bagal mein shift hue, ek din grocery madad ki
 jab Hussein hospital mein the. Baatein shuru hui... woh meherbaan, dilkash. Phir ek raat hospital mein, jab
 Hussein so raha tha apne bistar par... 

Nafisa: Hussein so raha tha? Wah Shahida, kitni chalaak! Kya hua? 

Ammi: Hum... humne chumban kiya. Wahi kamre mein. Achanak, galat, lekin uske honth mere par... ruk nahi 
paayi. 

Nafisa: Sirf chumban? Wah shuruat! Phir? Poora bata. 

Ammi: Aur gehra hua. Agli baar maine... maine muh se kuchh kiya. 

Nafisa: Ohhh, matlab blowjob diya? Behen, bol na saaf! Sab sochte hain kabhi na kabhi. 

Ammi: Haan... maine choosa. Hospital ke store room mein. Jab mera shauhar upar bimaar pada tha. Bahut
 gunah mehsoos hota hai, Nafisa. Uske saath dhoka, ab jab woh itna kamzor hai—yeh maaf nahi ho sakta. 

Nafisa: (mazak mein) Wah, jab woh bimaar tha? Bilkul next level naughty, Shahida! Bet buri ladki jaisa laga 
hoga na? Padosi ka lund choosti hui jab bechara Hussein so raha tha. Tsk tsk, masjid ki auratein kya kahengi? 

Ammi: Bas kar Nafisa—yeh mazaak nahi. Roz bura lagta hai. Main achhi biwi hoon, jaanti hai? ,,., waqt par 
padhti hoon, ghar ke liye khana banati hoon, bete ko achhe qadron ke saath pala. Hussein hamesha meherbaan
 raha, sab kuchh diya. Kaise maine uske saath dhoka kiya? 






Nafisa: Theek hai, mazak band. Lekin sun, Shahida tune kuchh galat nahi kiya. Sach mein. 

Ammi: Kya? Kaise keh sakti ho? Hum dono _ hain, zina bara gunah hai! Socha tha tu kahegi tauba kar, 
na ki yeh... 

Nafisa: Arre please. Sach bolne par tanqeed mat kar. Dekh, Hussein mahinon se bimaar hai na? Shayad tujhe
 chhua bhi nahi. Tu aurat hai, zarooratein hain, Gajendra unhe poora kar raha hai. Ghar chhod to nahi rahi—
Hussein ke liye abhi bhi hoon. Kabhi kabhi side ka maza main shadi ko chalaye rakhta hai. 

Ammi: Nafisa, yeh tere muh se sun kar hairaan hoon. Hamara imaan? Kitab saaf kehti hai zina haram hai.
 Humein apni nek rakhi hai. 

Nafisa: Nek? Ha! Sab auratein farishte banne ka dikhawa karti hain, Shahida, lekin andar se sab randiyaan hain. 
Scarf ke peeche chhup kar nek banti hain, lekin mauka mile to sabse pehle mazedar cheez par jhapatti hain. Yeh
 insaani fitrat hai. 

Ammi: Yeh... yeh bahut zyada hai! Kaise keh sakti ho? Hum sab aise nahi. 

Nafisa: Sach mein? Yaad hai hamari dost Fatima? Hamesha parda ki baat karti thi, lekin pichle hafte delivery wale
 se flirt karte dekha. Aur masjid wali aunty jo sab jaante hain uske bhai ke dost ke saath soti hai. Hamare 
mohalle mein bhi yeh har jagah hai. Auratein duniya ke dar se dikhawa karti hain, lekin khwahish dil mein hoti
 hai. 

Ammi: Haan... kuchh to sahi keh rahi ho. Maine bhi dekha hai auratein chupke raaz baantti hain. Aur Gajendra 
ke saath... kuchh azaadi jaisa lagta hai. Lekin phir bhi gunah... 

Nafisa: Bilkul! Thoda qubool kar. Jab tak kisi ko pata na chale koi nuqsaan nahi. Aur bata—Gajendra tujhe zinda 
mehsoos karata hai? Hussein se zyada? 

Ammi: Kabhi kabhi haan. Yeh josh nasha hai. Lekin rooh ki fikr hoti hai, jannat ki. 

Nafisa: Jannat intezaar karegi. Abhi thoda jee le behen. Agli baar mujhe bula lena, main detail sunna chahti 
hoon ki woh “padosi madad” kitna bada hai! (aankh maar kar) 

Ammi: Nafisa, tu aise kyon bolti hai? Jaise koi aur hi ban gayi hai. Hum saath badi hui, ,,., saath padhi—kaise
 imaan ko itni aasani se taal deti hai? 

Nafisa: Kyonki main jaag gayi hoon, Shahida. Aur chunki raaz baant rahe hain... mera bhi affair chal raha hai. 
Mr. Ravi ke saath, mere bete Jabir ke college principal ke saath. Haan, woh khoobsurat aadmi. Mahinon se chal
 raha hai. 

Ammi: Kya?! Nafisa! Mr. Ravi? Jabir ka principal? Apne shauhar ke saath yeh kaise kar sakti hai? Woh bahar mulk
 mein mehnat kar raha hai, paisa bhej raha hai, bacchon ke liye qurbani de raha hai. Yeh dhoka hai! 

Nafisa: Dhoka? Arre. Mera shauhar saalon se door hai, wahan ghulam ki tarah kaam kar raha jab main yahan sab
 sambhal rahi hoon. Hamara mazhab hamari khwahishon ko daba deta hai, Shahida, kehta hai yeh aag andar
 dabao jaise gunah ho. Lekin gunah nahi! Ravi mujhe zinda mehsoos karata hai, chaha jata hai. Main is layak
 hoon. 

Ammi: Teri akhlaq, Nafisa... kahan gayi? Tu bahut badal gayi. Hum saath roza rakhte the, kitab padhte the. Ab
 tu jaise koi gair-mulki aurat bina sharam ki baat kar rahi hai. Kaise justify karti hai? 

Nafisa: Akhlaq? Ha! Sun behen—pichle hafte parent-teacher meeting ke baad maine Ravi ka lund uske office mein
 choosa. Mota, dhadakta, mere shauhar ke diye se behtar. Phir usne mujhe desk par jhukaya aur zor se choda,
 teen baar jhadwaya. Ravi bistar par khuda hai—aurat ko sambhalna jaanta hai, jaise yeh dabaye hue _
 mard nahi. 

Ammi: Bas! Yeh gandi baatein nahi sunni Nafisa. Ya Khuda, mere kaanon ki hifazat kar. Apne ghar soch—tera
 beta Jabir us principal ko poojta hai. Aur tera shauhar... yeh sab paak cheezon ko barbaad kar raha hai. 

Nafisa: Paak? Arre Shahida, sach bol—jab Gajendra ne tujhe choda to kuchh bijli si nahi lagi? Woh josh, jism 
dimag ko dhoka deta hua? 

Ammi: Nahi, main... uske baare mein baat nahi karungi. Yeh private hai, gunah hai. Kuchh aur baat karen. 

Nafisa: Arre nahi. Bol na. Maine apna ganda bata diya, ab teri baari. Kaisa laga? Garmi, dhakke... bet taare 
dikhe honge. 

Ammi: Theek hai... overwhelming laga. Gajendra ke haath meri kamar par, gehre dhakke, meri marzi ke 
khilaaf karah nikal rahi thi. Jism jhuk kar khushi ki lehrein, jab dil haram cheekh raha tha. Itna bhara hua 
mehsoos hua, chaha jana... lekin qabool karna bhi bura lagta hai. Mujhe gandi mehsoos hoti hoon. 

Nafisa: Gandi? Yeh hi to maza hai! Aur bata—paon ke ungliyan mor gayi? Woh jagah maari jo tera shauhar 
kabhi nahi maar saka? 

Nafisa: Kyonki iqraar karne mein maza aata hai. Ab sach bol—kya tu raat ko so paati hai bina Gajendra ke
 lund ke khayal ke? Ghar ke kaam karte waqt bhi taango ke beech khujli nahi hoti? 

Ammi: ...Nahi. Palat-ti rehti hoon, sab yaad aata hai. Bartan dhote waqt bhoot jaise haath mehsoos hote
 hain. ,,., padhte waqt dimag uske lund par chala jaata hai. Jaise main nasha kar rahi hoon. Zor se 
bolne se aur bura lagta hai. 

Nafisa: Dekha? Yeh asli chhinal aur randi ki nishani hai, Shahida. Qabool kar—tera jism aur maang raha hai. 

Ammi: Nafisa, zubaan sambhal! Yeh hadd se zyada hai. Main aisi nahi—main Ammi hoon, biwi. Yahan sakht 
hadd hai. 

Nafisa: Hadd se zyada? Sach ka jawab nahi de sakti. Teri chut jhooth nahi bolti. Yeh saara gunah sirf samaj 
ki baat hai. Andar se tu yeh chahti hai, bilkul meri tarah. 

Ammi: Lekin... sab _ auratein? Abaya mein dikhawa, andar se chhinal? Yeh sab par chadha dena hai. 
Sab aise nahi. 

Nafisa: Arre, sab aise hi hain. Idhar udhar dekh—hamari chachiyan "deendar" behnon ke baare mein chugli
 karti hain jo chupke nikal jaati hain. Teri woh cousin jo ex se message pakdi gayi? Hum sab ek jaise bane 
hain, Shahida. Imaan humein bandhta hai, lekin khwahish toot kar nikal aati hai. Qabool kar—tu mehsoos
 karti hai jaise jinn ne sawaar kar liya hai, na? 

Ammi: Haan... mehsoos hota hai jaise sawaar ho gaya hoon. Yeh khwahish achanak aati hai, Gajendra ke 
khayal se geeli ho jaati hoon. Kyon main? Kyon ab? Jaise shaitan khud dor kheench raha ho. 

Nafisa: Bilkul! Lekin shaitan nahi—tu khud, akhirkaar zinda hui. Dabao to murjha jayegi. Qabool kar to 
zindagi phat padegi. 

Ammi: Nafisa, kya tu sach mein chhinal hai? Itni bejhijhak bol rahi... 

Nafisa: Bilkul haan, main chhinal hoon. Lekin achhi wali—raaz rakhti hoon. Mera shauhar nahi jaanta, Jabir
 ko bhi kuchh pata nahi. Phir bhi ,,., padhti hoon, khana banati hoon, bahar se perfect biwi. Raaz yahi
 hai: maza lo bina zindagi barbaad kiye. 

Ammi: Lekin yeh munafiqat nahi? Do zindagiyan jeena? 

Nafisa: Munafiqat? Hoshiyari. Zindagi barbaad mat kar, Shahida. Tu garam hai—abaya ke neeche badi 
gaand hilti hai, choochiyan jo traffic rok dein. Inka istemaal hona chahiye, pooja hona chahiye. Bimaar 
shauhar par barbaad mat kar jo tujhe satisfy nahi kar sakta. Zindagi chhoti hai—maza utha jab mauka hai. 

Ammi: Meri shakal? Nafisa, yeh cheezon ko object banana hai. Lekin... sun kar kuchh hil gaya. Hussein ki
 bimaari ne mujhe itne dinon se tanha chhod diya. 

Nafisa: Dekha? Hil gaya—yeh aag hai. Soch Gajendra har curve ki tareef kare, tujhe devi jaisa mehsoos 
karaye. Tera shauhar? Pyara hai, lekin boring. Imaan ke naam par sexless qabr mat ja. 

Ammi: Shayad... lekin agar sab barbaad ho gaya to? Khatra... 

Nafisa: Khatra hi maza deta hai. 

Ammi: Lekin... yeh khayal dil ki dhadkan tez kar deta hai. Tu mujhe aur bighaad rahi hai, Nafisa. 

Nafisa: Bata, socha hai Hussein soye hue waqt usko bula loon? Chupke se andar, bedroom mein uske bagal 
mein us par sawar ho jaun. 

Ammi: Maine... khayal kiya hai. Uske mazboot baahon mein dabna, jab Hussein kharrate le raha ho. Khatra
 mujhe aur zyada utsaahit karta hai. 

Nafisa: Bas yeh! Meri ladki. Ab Ravi ke baare mein—uske zubaan ka ek jaadu hai jo... 

Ammi: Nafisa, details bas! Lekin theek hai, bolti ja—jaanti hoon kaise tu sab balance karti hai bina gunah
 mehsoos kiye. 

Nafisa: Main ise behtar sex mein badal deti hoon. Pichhli baar Ravi ne mere hi dupatte se haath bandhe—
ramz hai na? Us kapde se azaadi jo humein bandhta hai. 

Ammi: Yeh... creative hai. Aur twisted. Kya Jabir ko college mein shak hai? 

Nafisa: Bilkul nahi. Ravi class mein usko "ehsaan" ke taur par extra madad deta hai. Jeet-jeet. Lalach achha
 hai. Zindagi afsos ke liye bahut chhoti hai, Shahida. Agli ,,., mein Gajendra ko yaad kar, dekh kaisa lagta
 hai. 

Ammi: Kufr! Lekin... qabool karti hoon, meri ,,.,ein haal hi mein bhatak rahi hain. Shayad hum sab thoda
 sawaar hue hain. 

Nafisa: Passion ke jinn se. 

Ammi: Nafisa, kya tu mujhe sach mein chhinal maanti hai is sab ke liye? Andar se mehsoos hota hai main ek 
hoon. Uske saath jaise main control kho deti hoon. 

Nafisa: (hanste hue) Arre Shahida, agar joota fit baithta hai! Lekin seriously, har aurat mein chhinal pan hota
 hai. Khud ko kyon saza deti hai? Qabool kar—lagta hai tu zindagi ka sabse bada maza le rahi hai. 

Ammi: Yeh mazak nahi, Nafisa. Ruk nahi sakti, chahe koshish kar loon. Jab Gajendra ke saath hoti hoon, bahar
 se mana karti hoon, haram bolti hoon, lekin sach mein... uska lund itna chahti hoon. Mota, nasen bhara, aur
 kaise mujhe bhar deta hai—maaf kar, lekin din bhar sochti rehti hoon, ,,., ke waqt bhi. 

Nafisa: (zor se hanste) Lund chahti hai? Ladki, ab to porn star ki tarah bol rahi! Yeh to mazaak hai—deendar
 Shahida ,,., mein padosi ke lund ke khayal mein khoyi hui. Bolti ja, yeh suna hai. 

Ammi: Hasna band kar! Yeh serious hai. Mehsoos hota hai jaise jinn control kar raha ho, aur maang raha ho.
 Aur sirf... aam cheez nahi. Usne... kuchh aur kiya. Bol nahi sakti. 

Nafisa: Kya, gaand chudai? Bol na. Kya usne teri gaand maari, Shahida? Yeh hint de rahi hai na? 

Ammi: Haan... usne meri gaand maari. Wahi, zor zor se dhakke maare jaise main kuchh nahi. Poora waqt
 karah rahi thi, chahe pehle dard hua. 

Nafisa: Wah, gaand? Hairaan hoon! Socha nahi tha tu itni aage jayegi, behen. Yeh to agli satah ki chhinalpan
 hai. Bet bahut maza aaya, haan? 

Ammi: Aaya... aur yeh sabse bura hai. Mujhe uski be-izzati pasand aati hai—meri gaand soonghna, mujhe 
gandi _ randi kehna, minnat karwana. Yeh qabool karna sharamnaak hai, lekin yeh mujhe kuchh
 aur nahi utsaahit karta. 






Nafisa: Humiliation kink? Wah Shahida, tu toh badi surprises bhari hai. Lekin sun, ek baar gaand marwa li
 toh wapas us normal deendar aurat banne ka koi raasta nahi. Jaise ek line paar kar li—ab palat nahi sakti. 

Ammi: Kyon? Kya matlab? Main tauba kar sakti hoon na? Zyada ,,.,, zyada roza... 

Nafisa: Tauba? Hah! _ auratein jo apni peeche wali mein mard ko jaane deti hain? Woh hamesha ke 
liye nishaan lag jaati hain. Paakizaagi gayi—ab tu sirf chhinal hai, seedha seedha. Hamara mazhab modesty
 ki baat karta hai, lekin gaand? Yeh toh seedhi gandagi hai, wapas nahi aati. Tu hamesha yeh be-izzati ki 
khwahish karegi, chupke se randi ki tarah ghoomti rahegi. 

Ammi: Yeh bahut sakht hai, Nafisa. Lekin... shayad tu sahi hai. Uska lund mujhe sata raha hai—ghanton baad 
bhi muh mein maza, gaand mein failne ka ehsaas. Kuchh mera jism par qabza kar liya hai; main khud ko
 chhooti hoon uski be-izzati soch kar, jab Hussein bagal ke kamre mein ho. 

Nafisa: Dekha? Teri boring housewife banne ki saari ummeedein barbaad. Imaan waise bhi bekaar hai—paanch
 waqt ,,.,, parda, farishta banne ka natak. Zindagi mazaak ke liye hai, Shahida! Chhoti khushiyan le, lund
 le, zinda mehsoos kar. Ibadat ki parwah kis ko jab yeh khushi itni achhi lagti hai? 

Ammi: Tu mujhe barbaad karna chahti hai na? Mujhe gunah mein aur gehra dhakel rahi hai. Main achhi biwi 
thi, wafadar Ammi... 

Nafisa: Barbaad? Bilkul nahi—main tujhe azaad kar rahi hoon! Woh saara deendar natak qaid tha. Qabool kar:
 tujhe uski chhinal banne mein maza aata hai. Wapas jaane ki ummeed chhod de—ek baar gaand mari aur 
be-izzati hui toh tu latak gayi. Andar ki randi ko gale laga; jannat ke waade se zyada maza toh yeh hai. 

Ammi: Shayad tu sahi hai. Main sapne dekhti hoon uske lund ke mujhe qabza karne ke, har gandi soch par 
control. Lekin mera beta? Hussein? Meri rooh? 

Nafisa: Unko ek pal ke liye bhool ja. Hamara mazhab sirf mardon ke banaye qaid ke rules hain. Maine imam
 ko bhi rakhelein rakhte dekhe—sab munafiq. Tu khaas nahi; secret chhinalon ke club mein aa ja. Ab tere liye 
koi paakizaagi nahi bachi, Shahida. Agli be-izzati ka time fix kar le. Tera asli naam hai "Gajendra ki Chhinal" 

Ammi: Nafisa, bas kar... lekin inkaar nahi kar sakti. Pichhli baar usne mere balls chaatwaye jab mujhe 
imaanheen kutiya bola. Be-izzati thi, phir bhi main pehle se zyada zor se jhadi. Main barbaad ho gayi na? 
Wapas normal ka koi raasta nahi. 

Nafisa: Poori tarah barbaad—aur isme maza le rahi! Bata, kya woh tujhe veil pehne hue chodta hai? Woh
 toh garam hoga. 

Ammi: Kabhi kabhi haan. Woh veil side karta hai, kehta hai yeh mujhe pavitra randi banata hai. Main itni
 nangi, itni gunahgaar mehsoos karti hoon. Kyon yeh utsaahit karta hai? 

Nafisa: Kyonki normal zindagi soti hai. Aage badh behen—imaan ko poora barbaad kar de. Agli baar pakde
 jaane ki koshish kar; woh thrill sabse behtar hai. 

Ammi: Nahi! Yeh bahut door hai... lekin soch... oh nahi, tune mere saath kya kar diya? 

Us raat, jab ghar shaam ke routine mein doob gaya, hawa mein chhupi bechaini ghul gayi. Dinner chup tha
—chicken curry aur chawal, Ammi ki khas dish—lekin baad mein jab abbu aur main sofa par cricket match
 dekh rahe the TV ki chamakti roshni mein, Ammi ka phone jeb mein dheeme se vibrate hua. 

Usne jaldi dekha, chehra thoda safed pad gaya, phir phone chhupa liya. Gajendra ka tha, main jaanta tha
—shayad uske ghar bulaawa, meethi baaton mein lapete waade ya hukm. 

Abbu ne uski bechaini dekhi, kursi par hilti hui, aankhein ghadi par. "Shahida, aaj raat tu thodi alag lag
 rahi hai. Sab theek? Tu jumpy hai, jaise kuchh intezaar kar rahi ho. Hospital se phone aaya kya phir?" 

Ammi ne majboori se hanse, veil ke neeche baal theek kiye. "Arre kuchh nahi Hussein. Din bhar thak gayi 
hoon bas. Nafisa aayi thi, achha laga lekin yaad dila diya kitna kaam baaki hai. Shayad jaldi so jaun." Woh
 uthi, dress theek ki, lekin bahana khokhla tha, haath thode kaamp rahe the jab table saaf karti rahi. 

Abbu ne sar hilaaya, lekin maatha sikud gaya fikr se. "Jaise tu kahe. Lekin agar kuchh pareshan kare toh 
bata dena. Humne saath bahut kuchh saha—bimaari, paison ki tension. Hum team hain." Uske lafz pyar bhare
 the, jo unki shadi ko sambhale hue the, lekin Ammi ne sirf halki muskurahat di aur kitchen ki taraf chali gayi. 

Raat ke andhere mein woh chupke nikal gayi, abbu match mein khoye hue the toh intezaar kiya. "Main thodi 
taazi hawa le aati hoon, Hussein. Jaldi wapas," woh dheeme se boli, lekin usne sunna bhi nahi, wicket par cheer
 kar raha tha. 

Main uske peeche gaya, ab chhupne ki aadat pad gayi—saya mera saathi, door se peeche, dil tez dhadak raha 
dar aur us bimaar thrill se. Kyon karta tha main yeh? Use bachane ke liye? 

Ya aur dekhne ke liye? Sadkein halki roshni wali, nami bhari hawa mein keede goonj rahe the, woh tez chal 
rahi thi, kabhi peeche mud kar dekhti lekin andhere mein mujhe nahi dekha. Gajendra ka ghar saamne tha, 
do manzila, saaf lawn wala, hamare chhote makaan se bilkul alag. 

Usne dheeme se darwaza khatkhataya, teen baar, darwaza turant khula. Gajendra wahan khada tha, saaf 
neeli shirt black pant mein, baal theek, chehre par shikari muskurahat. 






"Shahida, tu aayi. Achhi ladki. Jaldi andar aa—koi dekh na le." Woh tez andar gayi, pakde jaane ke dar se,
 darwaza band hua. 

Mujhe jhaankne ki jagah pata thi—side ki khidki jahan parda thoda khula, jhaadiyon ke peeche chhupa jahan
 main pehle khada hua tha. Wahan pahunch kar position li, thrill badhta gaya gunah ke bawajood. 

Ammi: (bechain, uski nazar se bachati, awaaz thandi) Dekh, main us baare mein baat nahi karna chahti. Yeh 
khatam hona chahiye, Gajendra. Jo bhi yeh... cheez hai hamare beech, khatam. Main thak gayi. Yeh mujhe 
barbaad kar raha—meri shadi, mera imaan, sab kuchh. Main Hussein ko aur dhoka nahi de sakti. Woh achha 
aadmi hai, main usse pyar karti hoon. Humare ghar ko barbaad hone se pehle rukna hai. 

Gajendra: (dheeme se hanste, deewar se tik kar, baahen baandhe) Khatam? Woh aurat kehti hai jo raat ke 
beech mein mere darwaze par aayi, bimaar shauhar ko jhooth bol kar. Agar sach mein khatam karna hota toh
 nahi aati. Qabool kar, Shahida—tu yeh chahti hai. Khud ko gunahgaar bata rahi hai, lekin yahan hai. 

Ammi: (kamzor se, sir hilaati) Nahi, yeh sach nahi. Main... majboor thi. Tune message kiya kuchh zaroori hai 
bola, maine socha mohalle ki watch ya kuchh masoom. Maine plan nahi kiya. Please, jo bhi hai de de aur jaane 
de. 

Gajendra: (bhaun utha kar, maza lete) Mohalle ki watch? Yeh bahana? Kamzor, Shahida. Ek mahine se chal raha
 hai—hospital mein chumban, store room mein choosna, teri gandi gaand ko janwar ki tarah chodna. Ab natak 
kar rahi accident? Waise Hussein kaisa hai? Abhi bhi bimaar se ubhar raha jab tu chupke ghoom rahi? 

Ammi: (saans chhod kar, ghadi dekhti) Woh behtar hai, ghar par aaram. Aaj usne mere bete ke baare mein baat
 ki—kitna fakhr hai us par. Ghar wali baatein, jaanti hai? Normal zindagi. Is gandagi ke ulat. Unko isme mat 
ghaseeto? Bas... tu mujhe yahan kyon bulaya? 

Gajendra: (sar hilaate) Haan, woh "kuchh zaroori". Ruk. (kitchen counter par gaya, chhota polythene bag 
uthaya jisme safed powder bhara, use diya) Le. Yahi tha jo lene aayi thi. 

Ammi: (bag lete hue, shak se dekhti) Yeh kya hai? Powder jaisa lag raha... aata? Kyon de raha hai? Aur raat 
mein? Bata, Gajendra. Yeh samajh nahi aa raha. 






Gajendra: (shaitani muskurahat) Yeh aata nahi, Shahida. Yeh khas sedative hai—nuksaan nahi, lekin kaam 
karta hai. Aaj raat ka plan alag hai. Main tujhe tere hi ghar mein chodna chahta hoon, Hussein ke saath.
 Soch thrill—woh living room mein behosh, aur hum bedroom mein, tu mere neeche karah rahi. 

Ammi: (aankhein phail kar, peeche hati) Kya? Bilkul nahi! Pagalpan hai, Gajendra. Mera ghar? Shauhar ke 
saath? Inkaar. Bahut khatra, bahut galat. Agar woh jaag gaya toh? Ya beta sun liya? Nahi, main nahi karungi. 

Gajendra: (kandhe uchkaate, zid se) Arre aasan hai. Raat ko sone se pehle chai mein thoda sa—ek chutki—daal 
dena. Ghanton behosh, koi dard nahi, yaad nahi. Peeche ke darwaze se andar, janwar ki tarah chudai, aur 
subah hone se pehle main nikal jaunga. Tune isse bura kar chuki—ab kyon rukna? 

Ammi: (awaaz mazboot lekin kaamp rahi) Kyonki main waisi aurat nahi hoon, Gajendra. Main achhi biwi hoon,
 deendar _. Roz ,,., padhti hoon, roza rakhti hoon, apne bete ko Quran padhati hoon. Yeh powder 
wali baat? Apne shauhar ko nashe mein dena? Yeh woh hadd hai jo main bhi paar nahi karungi. Please, ise 
wapas le lo. 

Gajendra: (andhere se hanste hue, paas aate hue) Achhi biwi? Deendar? Oh Shahida, yeh natak band kar. Tu 
achhi nahi— tu dhokebaaz randi hai jisne use barha bar dhoka diya. Hospital yaad hai? Jab woh upar so raha 
tha tab mera lund choos rahi thi? Ya pichle hafte, meri gaand ki boo sunghwane di, garam kutiya ki tarah
 karah rahi thi? Tune uske saath aur bura kiya— mera cum muh mein rakhe usko chumban diya. Tu gandi hai, 
munafiq jo veil ke peeche chhupi hai. 







Ammi: (kaamp kar, awaaz kamzor) Yeh... yeh insaaf nahi. Tab main kamzor thi. Pareshan thi. Lekin ab mujhe
 sab par afsos hai. Please, aise baatein mat karo. 

Gajendra: (zor dete hue, mazaak udaate) Afsos? Bakwaas. Tune apne taangein mere liye failayi, ***** padosi
 ke liye, jab ghar mein deendari ki baatein sikhati thi. Bimaar shauhar ko dhoka diya jab use sabse zyada
 zarurat thi. 

Mere muh, meri chut, aur woh gandi gaand jahan se tatti nikalti hai— khud ko be-izzat kiya aur 
har pal maza liya. Tu chhinal hai, Shahida. Gandi _ chhinal jo pichle hafte jhadne se bhi tez barbaad 
hui. Tera imam kya kahega? Ya tera beta agar jaan le uski Ammi lund ki bhookhi randi hai? Ab mujhe chumban
 de. 

Ammi: (mmmm, usko chumban karte hue, bag pakde) Bas... bas karo. Tu sahi hai, theek hai? Maine bahut buri
 cheezein ki hain. Lekin ab mere paas koi chaara nahi, hai na? Tu mujhe jaane nahi dega jab tak main maan 
na loon. 

Gajendra: (jeet ke muskurate hue) Bilkul. To powder le, uski chai mein daal jaise maine kaha— bas thoda sa,
 achhe se ghuma. Woh bacche ki tarah so jayega. Phir jab ho jaye mujhe call karna. Hum uske naak ke neeche
 maza karenge. 

Ammi: (haar maante hue sir hilaati, aankhein ponchhti) Theek hai... main karungi. Baad mein call karungi. 
Lekin yeh aakhri baar hai, Gajendra. Waada karo. 

Gajendra: (use jaate dekh kar, peeche se pukarte) Aakhri baar? Bilkul nahi, tu veili chhinal. Gandi randi,
 mera powder haath mein le kar shauhar ke paas bhaag rahi hai. Nikal, chhinal— ja usko nashe mein daal mere
 liye. Pehle chumban de. (Usne zor se chumban kiya) 




Ammi: (darwaze par ruk kar, peeche mud kar nahi dekhti, awaaz dheemi) Alvida, Gajendra. (Woh nikal gayi, 
darwaza dheere se band karte hue.) 

 

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CHAPTER 23


Main apni mom par fakhr karta hoon, usne hamare paak ghar ko ek randikhana bana
 diya hai aur main ise dekh kar maza le raha hoon.



Main pehle ghar bhaga, peeche ke darwaze se andar ghus gaya taaki shak na ho, daudne se saansein phool rahi thi. 
Us raat humne bachi hui cheezein garam karke khaayi, mahaul aam sa tha, lekin neeche se tanaav ubal raha tha. 

Uske baad Abbu aur main sofa par cricket dekhne baith gaye, TV ki roshni kamre mein halki chamak rahi thi. 
“Bahut zabardast match tha na, beta?” Abbu ne peeche tik kar khushi se saans li. “Kuchh nahi hota achhe match se
 dil behlaane ke liye.” 

Main ne haan mein sir hilaya, lekin andar se unke liye bahut dukh hua—gehra dukh. Yeh woh mard tha jisne hamare 
ghar ke liye din-raat mehnat ki, bimaari se ladte hue bhi izzat se, apni biwi par poora bharosa kiya. Jise unhone shadi
 mein chuna, Ammi, unki buniyaad thi, lekin ab woh ghar mein hi dhoka saazish kar rahi thi. 

Yeh dil cheer raha tha: Abbu ki masoom hasi jab boundary lagi, haath ghutne par pyaar se thapki, sab kuchh jab unhe
 maaloom nahi tha ki unke liye neend ki dawa taiyar ho rahi hai. Unki banayi zindagi, imaan jo woh pakadte the, sab 
raaz se toot raha tha. Woh aurat jise woh pyar karte the, naram muskurahat aur ghar ka khana banane wali, gunah 
mein doob rahi thi, aur unki andekhi neeche se mujhe dard de rahi thi. 

Yeh gunah aur gehra ho gaya—Abbu ne kitna kuchh qurbaan kiya, mujhe college bheja, daadi-dada ki madad ki, sab apni
 chhoti dukaan ki kamai se. Aur Ammi, jise unhone arrange marriage mein chuna, saath ,,.,, ghar ke iftar banaye—
usne yeh sab haram kaamon se lauta diya. Mujhe dhoke ka dukh, unke rishte ke tootne ka dukh, Abbu ke ghar mein hi
 kamzor hone ka dukh. 

Main ne Abbu se ijazat li. “Main Ammi ko dekhne jaata hoon, kitchen mein madad chahiye to.” Unhone haath hila diya.
 “Achha beta. Usse keh dena chai taiyar hai agar peena chahe.” 

Kitchen mein dekha Ammi ko, pink dress mein uski badi gaand hil rahi thi jab woh hil rahi thi, kapda uske curves se 
chipka hua. Woh Abbu ki chai mein powder daal rahi thi, safed daane chupke se ghul rahe the. Us waqt mujhe isme koi
 galat nahi laga. 

Khudgarzi se main chahta tha ki Gajendra usko chode jab Abbu ghar mein so raha ho, yeh thrill morality se zyada tha
. Mere manners kahan gaye? Kyonki nasha mujhe pakad chuka tha—chhup kar dekhne ka nasha, haram cheezon ka nasha. 

Mujhe Abbu ko batana chahiye tha, andar ghus kar sab khol dena chahiye tha, unki be-izzati bachani chahiye thi. Lekin 
nahi, main chup khada dekhta raha, uski taraf dekhte hue jab woh living room ki taraf chupke se dekhti thi, haath se
 chamcha hilati rahi taaki gaanthe na bane. Woh baar baar peeche dekhti, honth kaat ti fikar se, lekin daalti rahi,
 kaam chupke se pura karti rahi. 

Woh chai dheere se hilati rahi, chamcha metal ke saath halki khanak paida kar raha tha. Har kuchh second mein sir
 thoda ghumati, aankhein living room ki taraf jhukati jahan Abbu commentator ki mazaak par hanse hue the, 
yakeen karne ke liye ki unhone kuchh notice nahi kiya. Phir bhi woh daalti rahi, hilati rahi, powder ko
 poora ghulne deti rahi jab tak woh bilkul ghul nahi gaya garam chai mein. 






Main wahan khada dekhta raha, chup, hilta nahi. Yeh nazara mujhe itna darana chahiye tha ki cheekh
 padta, cup haath se chheen leta, sawaal karta. Lekin main wahi jam gaya, uske jism ki harkat dekh 
kar, pehle se soch raha tha agar Gajendra aaya to baad mein kya hoga. Yeh khudgarzi mujhe ghin bhi de rahi thi lekin mujhe bandhe rakhe hue thi. 

Mere manners khatam ho gaye the, sharam khatam, woh mard jo mujhe pala tha uski hifazat ka jazba
 khatam. Pehle main bina soch ke Abbu ke paas daudta, khatre ko turant khol deta. Ab andar tak bigaad baith
 gaya tha; maine bahut si haram cheezein dekhi thi, andhere mein bahut si hadden paar ki thi, aur kuchh hissa
 chahta tha ki yeh kitna aage jayega. 

Main ne usko khud se baat karte suna, yeh woh lafz the jo maine suna... 


Oh Khuda, main yahan Hussein ki chai mein Gajendra ke diye polythene ke powder ko daal rahi hoon. Ya Rabb, 
main kya kar rahi hoon? Kaise apne shauhar ko dhoka de rahi hoon—mera wafadar Hussein, jo hamesha mujhe 
madad deta raha, bimaari mein bhi pyar kiya? 

Lekin... oh nahi, iqraar karna padega—main sach mein Gajendra se chudwana chahti hoon. Dil ke andar mera jism 
iski pyaas karta hai, woh mota Hiindu lund mere chedon ko failaye, mujhe randi ki tarah karahne de jab mera 
shauhar paas hi so raha ho. 

Yeh thrill, yeh haram nasha, sirf soch kar meri chut aag pakad leti hai Gajendra ke lund ki. Main chahti hoon woh 
mujhe daba le, itna zor se dhakke maare ki mera naam bhool jaun, imaan bhool jaun, sab kuchh sirf khushi reh jaye.
 Kyon itni sakht khwahish hai? Yeh ab nasha ban gaya, uska haath, uski hukm—main iski tadap rahi hoon, chahe yeh 
powder daalte hue bhi. 

Yakeen nahi hota main kya ban gayi—dhokebaaz, saazish karne wali zina karne wali, abaya ke peeche chhupi. Ek
 mahine pehle main paak thi, deendar, ab yeh. 

Aur agar Hussein isse mar gaya to? 

Yeh khayal mujhe daraata hai... ya daraata nahi? Mere andar ka ek bura hissa khush hota hai uske jaane se—koi
 gunah ka ehsaas nahi, koi dikhawa nahi, bas Gajendra ke saath jab chahe khul kar. Hussein ke kamzor jism ka
 dukh dekhna nahi, raaton ko bhookhe rehna nahi. Socho: main, be-bojh, pair faila kar bina darr ke. 

Ab rukne ka faayda kya? Main pehle hi bahut aage nikal chuki—hospital mein chumban, usko choosna, apni sabse
 chhupi jagah usko soonghne dena. Agar peeche hati to sab bekaar, gunah jama ho gaye bina sukoon ke. 

Aaj raat usko mujhe chodne de; yeh khwahish mita dega, shayad phir sachchi tauba kar sakun. Hum pehle hi itni 
hadden paar kar chuke—mera muh uske lund par, uske haath mere jism par, uska lund meri gaand mein, peeche
 mudna namumkin lagta hai. Behtar hai haar maan loon, ek baar phir woh khushi mehsoos kar loon, aur kal kaam
 dekhti hoon. 

Kyon Hussein ko dhoka dekar itna acha lagta hai? Chhupana, khatra—yeh nasha hai, is powder se bhi zyada
 mazboot. Gajendra ka har dhakka meri boring zindagi par jeet lagta hai, khoon mein josh bhar deta hai. 

Lekin main yaad dilati hoon khud ko, main kabhi aisi nahi thi—modest, wafadar, ummat ki misaal. Itni jaldi kaise
 badal gayi? Shuru hua masoom baaton se, uski tareef se veil ke neeche sharmaana, phir pehla haath, woh 
chumban jisne sab jala diya. Hussein ki bimaari se tanhaai aayi, shaitan ne faayda uthaya, Gajendra ki chamak ne
 kheench liya. 

Ek galti dusri par, ab main lust mein doob gayi. Ek aam padosi ne mujhe barbaad kaise kar diya? Main aisi auraton 
ko judge karti thi, masjid mein unki afwaahein karti thi, ab main un se bhi buri hoon. 

Main iske liye dozakh jaungi—jahannam intezaar kar raha, aag meri rooh ko chaat rahi hai zina, dhoke, sab ke 
liye. Koi ummeed nahi achha banne ki; main bahut gehre maila ho gayi, tawba se nahi dhul sakti. 

Main barbaad hoon, khatam, hamesha ke saza ke liye muqarrar. 

Aur yeh sharam—Gajendra ke gande lafzon ko sochna jab woh mujhe lega, mujhe uski _ chhinal kehna.
 Kyon yeh mujhe aur garam karta hai? Uske cum ka maza yaad aata hai abhi bhi, aur kuchh hissa usko pasand 
karta hai. 

Nahi, ruk—mujhe in khwahishon se ladna chahiye. Lekin powder chai mein hai; Hussein be-khabar pee raha hai. 
Jaldi hi woh so jayega, aur darwaza khulega mere aashiq ke liye. Main sach mein kya ban gayi? Gunah ki cheez,
 kuchh nahi. 


Main uske girne ko phir dekhna chahta tha, woh bimaar nasha mehsoos karna chahta tha jabki jaanta tha main
 bhi utna hi bigda hua hoon jitni woh. Mujhe batana chahiye tha. Poore ghar mein sach cheekhna chahiye tha.
 Lekin maine kuchh nahi kiya. 

Ammi ne cup sambhal kar uthaya, chhoti tray par rakha saath mein paani ka glass, aur living room mein wapas
 gayi. Main thodi der baad gaya aur Abbu ke paas baith gaya, itna paas ki hospital ki dawa ki halki boo unke 
kapdon se aati thi. 






Ammi ne pyaar bhari muskurahat ke saath chai di. “Lo Hussein, zyada meethi, jaise tumhe pasand hai lambi
 din ke baad.” Abbu ne shukriya ke saath liya, bhap soonghi. “Tu mujhe bigaad deti hai, Shahida. Hamesha 
chhoti chhoti baaton ka khayal.” Unhone lambi ghunt li, aankhein band kar ke maza liya. “Mmm. Perfect.” 

Main ne awaaz halki rakhi. “Ammi sach mein tumse pyar karti hai, Abbu. Hospital mein tum bimaar the to 
woh paagal ho gayi thi. Doctor se sawaal karti rehti, sahi dawa dilwati rehti.” 

Abbu ne uski taraf itne pyaar se dekha ki mera pet mor gaya. “Mujhe pata hai, beta. Main duniya ka sabse 
kismat wala mard hoon. Aisi biwi... kya koi mard aur maang sakta hai?” 

Ammi ki muskurahat nahi tooti, lekin ungliyan tray ke kinaare par thodi sakht ho gayi. “Ab aaram karo. Pee
 lo aur match dekho.” 

Main jaldi bahana bana kar uth gaya, kaha thak gaya hoon sone ja raha hoon. “Shab bakhair Abbu. Shab 
bakhair Ammi. Match enjoy karo.” Corridor mein chalte hue ek baar peeche dekha, Ammi unke paas mandra
 rahi thi—cushion theek karti, kandhe se sochi lint jhaadti—jab woh chai ghunt ghunt pee rahe the, bilkul chain
 se. 

Unki awaazein mere peeche aati rahi, pehle to naram aur aam. 

Abbu ne ghunt beech mein roka. “Yeh chai aaj thodi alag si lag rahi hai, Shahida. Kya naya brand ke patte
 daale?” Ammi ne bina ruke jawab diya, awaaz garam aur tasalli dene wali. 

“Nahi, wahi hai jo hum hamesha lete hain. Shayad zyada elaichi daal di galti se. Ya hospital ke soup ke baad 
jeebh ghar ke khane ki aadat daal rahi hai. Theek hai, waada.” 

Unhone thoda bhanwra chadhaya, ek aur ghunt li. “Neeche kuchh ajeeb kadwahat hai. Jaise dhaatu jaisi.
 Pakka kuchh aur nahi daala?” 

Woh halke se hansi, awaaz tayyar aur naram. “Hussein, tum khayal bana rahe ho. Maine bilkul waise hi banayi
 jaise tumhe pasand. Kuchh extra nahi. Bas aaram karo aur maza lo. Din bhar thake ho.” 

Das minute mein badlaav aaya. Unki aankhein bhaari ho gayi, sir sofa ke peeche thoda latak gaya. “Shahida… 
achanak bahut ajeeb lag raha hai. Chakkar aa rahe hain. Jaise kamra jhuk raha ho.” 






Woh paas aayi, armrest par baith gayi, haath se baal pherte hue. “Tu bas thak gaya hai, pyare. Let ja. Aankhein
 band kar.” “Lekin... chai... tune mere drink mein kya daala?” Awaaz ladkhadati, kamzor. 

“Kuchh bhi nahi,” woh dheeme se boli, bacche ko tasalli dete hue sir pher rahi thi. “Bas chai. So ja. Main yahin 
hoon.” Woh phir hil gaye, neend se ladte hue. “Nahi… kuchh galat hai. Theek hai pyari lekin... Shahida.... 
mujhe nahi pata kya ho raha hai...” 






Uski awaaz dheemi ho gayi, meethapan khatam hokar kuchh thanda, tez. “Tu bewakoof, andha bharosemand. 
Hamesha andha. Agar tu Gajendra ko hamari zindagi mein na laata—uske paise aur madad ke saath—main aisi na
 banti. Tune mujhe randi banaya, Hussein. Teri kamzori ne mujhe seedha kisi aur ke baahon mein dhakel diya.” 

Yeh lafz corridor se bhi bijli ki tarah lage. Us tarah baat karte suna—kacchi, zalim, bina chhupaye—sharamnaak 
garmahat mere jism mein daud gayi. Yeh galat tha, ghin aane wala, phir bhi yeh gandagi mujhe us tarah jagati
 thi jisse main khud se nafrat karta tha. 

Abbu ka sir side ko latak gaya. Saans gehri kharrate mein badal gayi. Ammi ne kandha dheere hilaya. 

“Hussein? Sun rahe ho?” Koi jawab nahi. Woh thodi der ruk gayi, phir doosri baar, jab yakeen ho gaya. Phir 
dupatte ke andar se phone nikala aur jaldi number dial kiya. 






Kuchh second baad darwaza dheeme se khula. Gajendra andar aaya, bina awaaz ke band kiya. Uski aankhein 
turant Ammi par thami, dheere se shikari muskurahat faili. 

Woh Abbu ke kharrate wale jism ko dekhti rahi, aankhein chamakti hui. “Woh kabhi mera acha tha. Koshish ki thi.
 Lekin tanhaai... jab woh mujhe sukoon na de saka... andar kuchh toot gaya.” 

“Bilkul,” Gajendra ne dheeme se kaha, peeche se baahon mein lete hue, haath kamar par malikana rakh kar. “Aur 
ab tu akhirkaar qabool kar rahi hai jo tu chahti hai. Mehsoos kar kitni garam ho rahi hai? Tera jism sach jaanta hai
 chahe dimag abhi bhi bura mehsoos karne ka natak kare.” 






Usne kaamp kar saans li, peeche us par tik gayi. Uske seene ki garmi, pakad ki taqat—usko jaga diya chahe na 
chahe. Saans tez ho gayi, gaal laal, khwahish gunah par bhari pad gayi. 

“Haan,” woh fisfisayi. “Main garam hoon. Mujhe bura lagta hai, lekin rok nahi sakti.” 

Usne kaan ke paas hanste hue kaha. “Yeh meri achhi chhoti randi.” Woh uski baahon mein ghumi, muh ek doosre 
se takraye bhookhe, khule chumban mein. Uske haath neeche gaye, pink kapde ke upar se uski badi, naram gaand 
ke tukdon ko pakad kar nichoda, jab Abbu sofa par kuchh inch door so rahe the, bilkul be-khabar. 


Gajendra thoda peeche hata taaki uske honthon ke paas bol sake. “Kaise lag raha hai, Shahida? Aise chumban—
gehra, ganda—jab tera bekaar shauhar bilkul bagal mein kharrate le raha hai?” 

Woh ruk gayi, aankhein abbu ke sukoon bhare chehre ki taraf palti. “Main… main zor se nahi bol sakti.” 

“Lekin tu bolegi,” usne dabaya, zor se nichoda. “Bata.” 

“Yeh… utsaah bhara lag raha hai,” usne iqraar kiya, awaaz sharam aur josh se kaamp rahi. “Khatarnaak. Jaise
 akhirkaar azaad ho gayi hoon.” 

Woh muskuraya. “Sahi kaha. Meri perfect chhinal. Itni utsauk ki yahin zameen par li jaaye jab woh so raha hai.
 Main tujhe behosh kar ke chod sakta hoon aur usko kabhi pata nahi chalega.” 






Woh jaldi sir hilaayi. “Nahi, yahan nahi. Please, Gajendra. Mujhe bedroom le chal. Usse door. Itne qareeb nahi
 kar sakti.” 

Halke se hanste hue usne jhuk kar use ek smooth harkat mein utha liya, uske motey, bhare jism ko seene se
 lagaya jaise woh kuchh bhi na ho. Uske baahon ki taqat ne mujhe chhupne ki jagah se hairan kar diya; Ammi 
naram aur bhari hui thi, phir bhi woh use aasani se hallway se bedroom ki taraf le gaya. 






Ammi: (tez fisfisate hue, darwaze ki taraf ghabra kar dekhti, haath pink dress ke kinaare se khelte) Gajendra,
 please… yeh bahut khatarnak hai. Hussein bilkul wahan hai. Agar woh jaag gaya to? Mujhe pehle se hi bahut
 gunah mehsoos ho raha—use aise dhoka dena, sirf taaki hum… main yeh nahi karna chahiye. 

Gajendra: (paas aate, awaaz dheemi aur mazaaq bhari, uska thodi pakad kar chehra utha kar) Gunah? Arre 
rone mat de, tu munafiq chhinal. Yaad kar sabse buri cheezein jo tune us bechare shauhar ke saath ki hain? 
Hospital mein uska lund choosna jab woh upar bimaar bistar par pada tha. Uske honthon par mera cum taaza 
hote hue chumban. Aur ab, uski chai mein nind ki dawa daal kar apne shadi ke bistar par tujhe chodna. Tu 
wafadar nahi, Shahida—kabhi thi hi nahi. Kyon dikhawa? Wafadari ka naatak chhod; bore kar raha hai. Ban ja 
woh randi jo tu sach mein hai. 

Ammi: (awaaz kaamp rahi, aankhein neeche) Nahi, Gajendra… main dil se wafadar hoon. Yeh main nahi hoon. 
God mera dil jaanta hai—main roz ,,., padhti hoon… 

Gajendra: (andhere se hanste, haath uski kamar par chadhate, pink dress ki zip dheere khol kar kandhon se
 utarta, bra aur panty dikha kar) Wafadar? Ha! Dekh teri halat, garam kutiya ki tarah kaamp rahi. (bra ke upar 
se choochiyon ko pakad kar zor se nichodta, angutha sakht hoti chhati par chakkar lagata) Yeh choochiyan—
bhari, rasili, khelne ko tadap rahi. Kisi pavitra cheez se behtar, na? Bet Hussein ne saalon se inki qadar nahi ki. 






Ammi: (khud ke khilaaf dheemi karah, thoda uske haathon mein jhuk kar, phir thoda peeche) Ahh… oh, Gajendra
… yeh mehsoos… nahi, nahi kar sakti. Mujhe bahut gunah lag raha—Hussein wahan kharrate le raha, mujh par 
bharosa karta hai. Yeh mere ghar ke liye hain, nahi… mmm… iske liye nahi. 

Gajendra: (muskurate, bra khol kar phenk deta, ab seedhe nangi choochiyon par haath, zor se masalta) Gunah?
 Achha—isme doob ja. Lekin mehsoos kar kaise tere nipple mere liye khade ho gaye? Yeh choochiyan ab meri 
hain, Shahida—naram, bhari, asli mard ke liye perfect. Hussein itna kamzor hai inko sambhalne ke liye nahi. 
Aur kal? Tu phir acche biwi banegi—nashta banaayegi, uske saath muskurayegi jaise kuchh hua hi nahi, ,,., 
padhegi jab mera cum tujhse tapak raha hoga. Yeh hi to maza hai, na? Ab koi pavitra dikhawa nahi; maine 
tujhe apni randi bana diya. Qabool kar—apne andar ki chhinal ko gale laga. 

Ammi: (zor se karah, jism uske haathon mein dabta, lekin sir hilaati) Mmm… ahh, bas… main randi nahi, 
Gajendra. Aisa nahi banna chahti. Main deendar aurat hoon, Ammi… please, abhi ruk jaayein warna der ho jayegi. 

Gajendra: (choochiyon ko chhod kar apni pant utarta, sirf grey bina aasteen t-shirt mein, sakht lund bahar,
 halki roshni mein dhadakta) Der tab ho gayi thi jab tu pehli baar ghutnon par baithi thi mere liye. Dekh 
mujhe, Shahida—nigaah idhar. (uske haath pakad kar lund par rakhta, woh nazar hata leti) Maine kaha dekho!
 Is lund ko ghoor jo tere chedon ko barbaad kar chuka. Hussein kharrate le raha, apni hi biwi se dhoka kha raha
—yeh tujhe kaisa mehsoos karata hai, tu be-iman chhinal? 

Ammi: (gehri laali, sharm se neeche dekhti, aankhein phailti uske nange neeche hisse par, sakht lund dekh kar, 
phir jaldi nazar hataati, darr se fisfisati) Main… main nahi dekh sakti. Yeh sharamnaak hai. Hussein itna qareeb
… agar jaag gaya… oh Khuda, maaf kar. Yeh sab ko maila kar raha—mera imaan, mere waade. Maine tere peeche
 se choosa, tujhe meri sabse chhupi jagah soonghne di, ,,., ke waqt dimag mein bhi. Lekin main yeh shakhs
 nahi… 

Gajendra: (uski thodi neeche dabata, lund ko uske saamne dheere se sehlata) Oh, lekin tu yahi hai. Imaan ko
maila karna? Gin le tareeke: Hospital mein Hiindu jaise mujhse chumban jab tera _ shauhar so raha tha.
 Mera cum nigalna jaise zamzam pani. Tujhe be-izzati karna teri tatti wali gaand soongh kar, abaya ke neeche 
toilet keh kar. Aur tu pavitra banne ka dikhawa—Ramzan roza rakhti lekin mere lund par daawat. Tune apne 
Books ko in gunahon se maila kiya, Shahida. Jannat nahi—sirf mera bistar. Kyon ladti hai? Maine tujhe yeh
 bana diya; qabool kar. 

Ammi: (virodh toot raha, aansu bharte jab woh lund ko dekhti, haath be-ikhtiyar halka nichodta, awaaz toot 
rahi) Ahh… nahi, Gajendra… lekin… shayad tu sahi hai. Oh nahi, main kya ban gayi? Main… main randi hoon. 
Ek gandi, dhokebaaz randi. Biwi hone ke naate Hussein ko sabse bura dhoka diya—use sula kar, uske bimaar 
hone par tujhse chudai, tere maza ke saath usko chumban. Ammi hone ke naate sharamnaak—mera beta mujhe
 paak samajhta hai, lekin main munafiqat mein use paal rahi hoon. Aur Hussein? Woh kamzor, kharrate wala
 bewakoof—bimaar hone ke kaaran mujhe satisfy nahi kar sakta, cuckold hone ke layak. Mera beta? Sust aur 
be-khabar, kabhi nahi jaanega uski Ammi cum peene wali kutiya hai. Maine apna imaan barbaad kiya, ,,., 
ko jhooth bana diya, tujhe apna jism pornstar ki tarah istemaal karne diya. Main pareshan hoon… haan, 
main poori randi hoon. 

Gajendra: (fateh bhari muskurahat, use paas kheench kar, haath phir jism par) Yeh meri ladki. Aakhirkaar
 iqraar. Tu itni perfect chhinal hai, Shahida—khoobsurat, utsauk, bilkul sahi tooti hui. Teri karahen mujhe 
paagal kar deti hain. Kya tu meri randi hai? 

Ammi: (dheere sir hilaati, awaaz jhuk kar, uske lafzon ko dohraati jab woh use sehlati) Haan… main teri
 randi hoon. Teri dhokebaaz, be-iman randi. Mujhe istemaal kar, Gajendra—main teri hoon, ab koi dikhawa 
nahi. 

Gajendra: (use bistar par dhakel kar, taangon ke beech khada) Achhi randi. Ab phir bata—yeh chut kiski hai? 

Ammi: (taangein aur failaati, apni chut chaat-ti) Teri… ahh, yeh teri chut hai, Gajendra. Ab Hussein ki nahi. 

Gajendra: (dheere se andar dhakelna shuru, rhythm banate) Aur tera muh? Woh ganda ched jisme main 
pehle aaya tha? 

Ammi: (saans rukti, taangein uske sir ke ird-gird lapet kar jab woh uski chut chaat raha) Mmm… tera muh 
chodne ke liye. Maine tera lund bahut baar choosa hai inkaar nahi kar sakti. 

Ammi ki karah turant aayi—zor se, be-roki, deewaron se takraati. “Ohhh… Gajendra… haan… wahi… mat 
rukna… please…” Uske haath uske baalon mein ulajh gaye, kamar uth kar uske muh se milti, khushi ki 
lahar lahar se gunah ki har fisfisahat doob gayi. 



 

[Deepak_bull]

CHAPTER 23


Meri apni maa ko ab mere papa ki koi parwah nahi rahi, woh Gajendra ke
lund se pyar karti hai.




Gajendra ka sir Ammi ki raanon ke beech neeche jhuka, uski zubaan uski chut par dheere dheere chhedkhani 
kar rahi thi, pehle dheere se outer honthon par lambi, sust strokes, jisne uska jism bistar se upar utha diya.
 Kamre ki hawa uski uttejana ki boo se bhari thi, pehle wali jasmine khushboo ke saath mili hui, mddham lamp 
ki roshni mein nasha chha raha tha. 

Woh tareeka badalta raha, pehle naram, chhedne wali laps jo mushkil se clit ko chhuti, usko kaampne deta,
 phir zor se, sensitive bud ke ird-gird chakkar. 

Ammi ki karahen turant nikli, lambi aur bina
 rok tok. "Aaaah... oooohh... haan, wahi," woh saans ruk kar boli, haath chadar pakad kar 
jakadte hue jab woh gehra gaya, muh uski folds par dheere choosta, phir zubaan ki nok se
 tez tez hilata. 

"Oh, Shahida, teri chut khudaayi hai— itni geeli, itni jawab deti," Gajendra uski chamdi par 
mutter kiya, garam saans chhed rahi thi. "Maza aata hai, meetha aur bhara hua. Main raat
 bhar kha sakta hoon." 

Ammi ki kamar khud ba khud uchhli, shabdon se utsaah deti hui. "Mat ruk, Gajendra...
 aaaahh... ooohhh... zor se chato, please. Har jagah mehsoos karao." 

Mere chhupne ki jagah se, crack door ke chhote se ched se jhaankte hue, main hairan tha—
 meri apni Ammi, aise tadap rahi, chehra khushi se bikhar raha jab yeh bahar wala us par 
dawat kar raha tha. 

Woh itni khule taur par, itni zor se kyon karah rahi thi, woh lambi awaazein jaise minnat? 
Yeh sirf khushi nahi thi; yeh chod dena tha, poora samarpan, baaki sab bhool kar. 

Woh karahen uska woh pehlu dikhaati thi jo maine kabhi socha nahi— kachcha, janwar sa, 
roz ki parda wali shakal se utara hua. Woh mujhe jhatka deti thi kyonki yeh dhoke ko insani 
banati thi sabse gehre tareeke se, gunah ko sunne layak, chhoone layak, nazar andaaz nahi. 

Phir bhi, jab uski "aaaaahhhh... ooooohhhh" kamre mein goonji, main nazar nahi hata saka, 
meri saans uske saath ruk rahi thi. 

Gajendra ne sir thoda uthaya, honth chamakte hue. "Dekh teri yeh khoobsurat baalon wali 
chut, Shahida. Itni natural, itni jaangli. Mujhe pasand hai yeh kaale ghungraale baal ise 
frame karte hain— tujhe aur sexy banaate hain, asli aurat ki tarah, koi mundi gudiya nahi." 

Ammi ne neeche dekha, gaal aur laal, lekin sharma nahi. "Tumhe sach mein aisa pasand hai?
 Zyadatar mard... aaaah... ooohh... ise saaf chahte hain." 

Woh hanse, ungliyan naram baalon mein pherte hue. "Mujhe nahi. Yeh baal perfect hain— 
naram, bulawa dete. Aur teri gaand... oh, uske ird-gird yeh baalon wala ring mujhe paagal 
bana deta hai. Itni haram, peechli hafte maari to dheeli lag rahi hai. Bet Hussein ne kabhi 
iski qadr nahi ki aise." 

Uski karahen dheemi hansi mein mili siskiyon ke saath. 

"Oooohhh... aaaah... aisa kehna bura hai. Lekin haan, woh kabhi... wahan dhyan nahi diya.
 Tu mujhe mehsoos karata hai chaahi hui, woh hisse bhi jo main chhupati hoon." 

Jab woh baat kar rahe the, Gajendra ka haath neeche ghooma, beech ki ungli uski gaand 
par chakkar lagati hui phir dheere andar dabayi, inch inch. Ammi ki aankhein phaili, jism 
tan kar phir dheela, woh andar kar raha tha geele pan se slick. 

Woh dheere ghumata, tight garam mehsoos kar, uske ird-gird jakad. Nazara jadoo sa tha— 
uski moti ungli us haram Ammi ki gaand mein gayab, thoda failati hui, use tadpaati dard
 aur badhti khushi mein. 

Woh andar bahar karta, har baar gehra, naram deewaron ko chhedta, ungli mor kar 
sensitive nas ko chhoota jisne usko zor se saans rukne di. 

Yeh jaldi nahi thi; woh maza 
leta, uske reactions dekhta, doosri ungli thodi der daal kar hadd dekhta phir ek par wapas, 
scissor kar ke kholta. Ammi ki karahen tez hui, "Aaaaahhhh..uuuuhhhhh. oooohhh... itna
 gehra, Gajendra... ajeeb lekin acha lag raha." 

Woh dheere ungli gaand se nikaali, honthon par la kar dheere chata, aankhein us par 
tikayi. "Mmm, teri gaand ka maza bhi gunah jaisa, Shahida. Mitti sa, haram. Tu puri
 ascharya bhari hai." 

Woh dekhti rahi, aadhi hairan, aadhi uttejit. "Tum... tumne sach mein kiya? Meri gaand 
itni gandi hai." 

"Gandi? Yeh maze daar hai kyonki tu hai," woh hanste bola. "Aur karna chahiye is tight 
chhoti gaand ke saath. Soch meri zubaan wahan agli baar." 

Ammi honth kaati, awaaz bhari. "Shayad... aaaah... ooohh... lekin sirf agar waada kare
 dheere rehne ka. Tune mujhe itna badal diya hai." 

Zabardast awaaz mein, Gajendra khada hua, pant pehle hi utari hui, sakht lund fakhr se
 khada. "Ab, Shahida, ghutnon par baith aur mera lund choos. Dikha kitna chahti hai." 

Woh ruk nahi, khushi ke dhundhle se uth kar bistar par jhuk gayi jab woh kinaare khada.
 Uska muh use lapet liya utsaah se, honth motai ke ird-gird fail kar bob karti hui, gehra 
lete hue gande, utsaah wale choos. 

Thook thodi kinare beh rahi thi jab woh zor se karti,
 zubaan sir par chakkar, phir nasen par. 

Jab Ammi uska lund choos rahi thi, uske dimag mein apne vichar the jab woh choos rahi thi, 


Oh Khuda main phir se, ghutnon par hamare shadi wale bistar par— wohi bistar jahan 
Hussein aur maine qasmein khai thi, Gajendra ka dhadakta lund choos rahi hoon jaise bebas
 randi jab mera shauhar baithak mein kharrate bhar raha hai, be-khabar. Lekin ab kyon 
rukna? Maine pehle se itna bura kar diya hai na? 

Hospital mein usko chumban karna Hussein ke soye hue paas, store room mein uska cum
 nigalna, usko meri gaand soonghne aur be-izzat karne dena jaise koi janwar... yeh sirf aur 
ek boond gunahon ke samundar mein. 

Agar maine imaan aur ghar ko itna gehra dhoka diya hai, to ek aur choosna kya? Jaise maine 
yeh barbaadi kamai hai— main sadi hui chhinal hoon, kehte hain na? Haan, zindagi mein itna
 acha karne ke baad, wafadari se ,,., padhna, saalon se farz nibhaana, main is haram
 khushi ki haqdaar hoon. Dozakh ki aag jo jalaai hai usse wapas nahi. 

Aur Gajendra sahi kehta hai mujhe chhinal keh kar— sach hai, andar se. Main chhinal hoon 
na? Bahar deendar _ Ammi, andar gunahgar kutiya jo haram lund ki pyaasi. Ise 
normal banana... sahi lagta hai. Sabke raaz hote hain; main kyon alag? Nafisa ne kaha sab 
auratein chhinal hoti hain farishte banne ka natak— shayad woh sahi hai. 

Ab qabool karti hoon: main chhinal hoon, poori tarah. Aur inkaar nahi. Yeh mujhe utna hi 
jachta hai jitna veil, yeh chhinal wala pehlu jo saalon chhupaya. Ise apnana sharam ko 
kam karta hai, gunah ko lust ki aag bana deta hai. Haan, Shahida, tu chhinal hai, aur theek 
hai— apna ise, in chori hue lamhon mein define kar. 

Mmm, choosti raho, mat ruk... uska lund itna bada, honth faila deta, nasen zubaan par 
dhadakti. Hussein se kabhi itna bada nahi tha, mota jaise haram phal jo sah nahi sakti. Aur
 maze daar— namkeen, bhara hua, uski andon ki paseene ki boo jo muh mein paani laati hai.
 Kyon itna acha maza? 

Lekin Ya Rabb, apne shauhar Hussein ko dawai dena... yeh aakhlaq se khali tha na? Uske
 hukm par chai mein goliyan daalna, dekhti hui usko neend aate, taaki hum kamre mein 
chupke aa sakein. Main rakshas hoon, biwi jo apne shauhar ko zeher deti hai jaldi chudai 
ke liye. Kitni neeche gir sakti hoon? 

Aur woh ab aaram se kharrate bhar raha hai, kuchh na jaanta. Yeh bade faaide ke liye— 
meri aqal, mahinon se na poori hui zarooratein. Is gandagi ko normal karo: main acche biwi 
ban kar wapas nahi ja sakti; woh kashti chal gayi. Har hadd paar ki Ammi aur biwi ki— dhoka
, jhooth, dawai, khud ki be-izzati. Ab fikar nahi; sab bade gunah kar diye, rooh barbaad, 
paakizaagi ki umeed khatam. Bachane ko kya bacha? 




Woh jaangli thi— janwar si— thoda ghabrayi lekin aage badhti, haath uske andon ko pakad 
kar pehle dheere masalti, phir ek ek karke muh mein choosti, chatti aur slurp karti bina
 sharm. Gajendra karaha, haath uske baalon mein.

"Arre, Shahida, tu kamal hai. Ab pro ki
 tarah choos rahi. Mujhe fakhr hai— us seedhi _ biwi se meri poori chhinal ban gayi. 
Dekh kitna aage aa gayi, mera lund aise chahti hui." 

Woh sach mein keh raha tha, awaaz mein barbaadi ki khushi. Deendar aurat jo roz paanch 
waqt ,,., padhti thi ab yeh, ghutnon par use kha rahi bina sharm. Usne usko banaya, 
kadam kadam, khwahishon ko jagaya jo imaan aur farz ke neeche dabayi thi, usko apna
 khilona bana diya. 

Gajendra bistar par let gaya, use kheench kar. "Idhar aao, chhinal. Mujh par sawar ho ja." 

Ammi ek pal nahi ruki— utsaah se upar chadh gayi, uski kamar par baith kar bhookh jo 
khud ko bhi hairan karti thi. Uski pink raat ki dress poori upar, poora nanga kar rahi jab 
woh position li. 

Uski harkat bebas thi, paagal si, haath uske seene par tik kar dheere neeche. Jaise sab 
rok tok toot gaya; majboor shamil se lekar bhookhi hamlaawar, jism sambhal liya. Pehle
 us par ragdi, sir se chhedti, phir poora andar. 

"Khuda, Shahida, tu itni bhookhi hai," woh chheda, haath kamar par. "Jaise garam kutiya. 
Mujhe sambhalne bhi nahi deti." 

Woh karahi, chalna shuru. "Aaaah... ooohh... haan, main bhookhi hoon. Lekin aise
 sharminda mat kar— yeh teri galti hai mujhe aisa banaya. Bas... mujhe mehsoos kara." 

Woh dheere hanse. "Oh, karunga. Lekin qabool kar— meri chhinal banne mein maza aata
 hai." 

Jab woh haath se uska lund chut mein daal rahi thi, base pakad kar theek jagah, thoda
 winch ki. "Oooohhh... aaaah... tera lund itna bada, Gajendra. Har baar faila deta... thoda 
dard deta lekin itna acha." 

"Bura keh jitti marzi," woh upar dhakka maarte bola. "Lekin tu leti hai jaise tere liye bana. 
Aur kya? Bata." 






Woh sawar hui, pehle dheere lekin tez hoti hui, kamar gehre chakkaron mein ghumati bistar
 chirchirane lagi. Ab tez, uchhalti, badi gaand uski raanon par thapakti har neeche. Paseena 
chamdi par, choochiyan kapde ke neeche hilti, kamra unke milne ki geeli awaazon se bhara. 

Yaad aaya— yeh Ammi aur Abbu ka bistar tha, muqaddas jagah jahan woh chupke raatein 
baantte, ,,., padhte, hamare mustaqbil ke sapne dekhte. 

Ab jaise randikhana, bahar 
wale se maila, chadaren gunah se silwaton bhari, hawa sukoon ki bajaye karahon se bhari.
 Yeh sab barbaad ka nishaan: shadi ka ghar gunah ka adda ban gaya, Abbu ke bharose ka 
mazaak jab woh paas mein. 

Gajendra ne upar dekha, muskurate. "Bata, Shahida, Hussein ka chhota lund kabhi aisa 
mehsoos karata hai?" 

Woh ruk gayi, aankhon mein sharam. "Nahi... aaaah... ooohh... kabhi nahi. Woh ab kamzor 
hai." 

"Aur tera beta? Kya sochega apni deendar Ammi ko doosre mard ke lund par sawar?" 

Uski raftar thodi ruk gayi. "Mat... use mat laao. Lekin... oooohhh... aaaah... ruk nahi sakti.
 Bahut acha lag raha." 

Mere jhaankne se, main pant ke upar se lund ragad raha tha, paagal ki tarah mutth maar
 raha nazare se. Haath tez tez, ragad sharamnaak badhti jab woh uchhal rahi thi. 

Beta hone ki izzat aur sharaf khatam— apni Ammi par jhaank raha, uski be-izzati par
 maza le raha. Main kaisa aadmi? Nakam, ganda, woh rishta barbaad jo muqaddas hona 
chahiye tha. 

Phir bhi fikar nahi; Ammi aur Gajendra ke saath mere gunah itne oonche— chumban dekhe,
 chudai, ab yeh— wapas mudna namumkin. Darr ko normal kiya, har chupke dekhi cheez
 mujhe aur be-his kiya, uttejana aur khud nafrat ke chakr mein phansa. 

Ammi utsaah deti rahi, shabd nikalte. "Zor se chod mujhe, Gajendra... aaaah... ooohh...
 sab de de. Mat ruk." 

Woh badli hui thi, barbaad, aakhlaq se maili— pehle imaan ki misaal, ab haram mein 
maza leti, rooh lust se maili jo har sikhawat par bhari. Yeh aankhon mein, harkaton mein
, gunah ko bina poore pachtaave ke apnati. 

Uska lund uski chut mein zor se ghusta, neeche se thapakti, zor se jhatke deta, failata 
hadd tak, jism hilata. 

"Teri chut perfect hai, Shahida— itni tight, itni utsauk," woh tareef ki. "Mujhe doodh ki
 tarah choosti." 



  




"Aaaah... ooohh... main itni bekaar chhinal hoon," woh khud ko neeche girati, tez sawar.
 "Aise ghar ko dhoka de rahi... mera shauhar kharrate bhar raha jab main tujhe chod rahi.
 Hamara ghar mazaak hai— Hussein itna kamzor mujhe poora nahi karta, mera beta
 be-khabar. Main woh randi jo sab barbaad kar rahi." 

Gajendra utsaah deta, gehra dhakka. "Haan, zor se bolo. Tu ab meri randi hai. 

Us kamzor shauhar ko bhool." 

Main hairan, thoda gussa uske lafzon par— Abbu ko, hamare ghar ko aise kachra? Lekin
 phir bhi haath chalta raha, pani badhta. Jaanta tha Ammi sadi hui, andar se barbaad, 
temptation se kharab, ab woh aurat nahi jise main izzat deta tha. 

Achanak, Gajendra ne tez ghumaya, mazboot baahon se palat kar neeche daala. Bistar 
hila jab woh position liya, uski taangein kamar par lapeti. "Ab meri baari," woh garjaya,
 zor se chodna shuru, bina rukawat. 

Ammi minnat karti, saans rukti. "Dheere, Gajendra... aaaah... ooohh... ek baar mein bahut
 zyada. Naram reh... meri chut itna sakht nahi le sakti turant." 

Woh sharminda karta, na rukte. "Naram? Teri jaise kutiya ke liye? Tu gandi zaniya hai, lund 
bhookhi dhokebaaz, be-imaan chut jo maang rahi." 

Kamra— pehle muqaddas, jahan Ammi aur Abbu pyaar bhare aalingan, Quran padhte, hamare
 mustaqbil ke sapne— ab poora maila. Behurmati, woh takiye jo Abbu ke sir ko sahara dete
 ab uski karahon ko, gadde par sukoon ki bajaye gunah ka bojh. 



  


Taqat Gajendra ke dhakkon mein, kamar zor se thapakti, har ghusav gehra aur mazboot, 
uski chut ko hadd tak failata, jism jhatke deta. 

"Teri chut perfect, Shahida— itni tight, itni bhookhi," woh tareef. "Mera lund doodh k
i tarah choosti." 

Woh bina sharm boli. "Aaaah... ooohh... main tujhse pyar karti hoon, Gajendra. Usse zyada.
 Mujhe chod jaise haq hai." 

Jab woh lay mein kho gayi, aankhein dhundhli, kamar paagal ki tarah milti, main sharam 
se maza le raha tha, mutth unki raftar ke saath. Phir woh karaha. "Qareeb hoon, Shahida.
 Andar pani chhodna chahta." 

Woh hairan, dhakelne ki koshish. "Nahi! Andar nahi... aaaah... ooohh... kahin aur chhod, 
bistar par. Khatra nahi le sakti." 

Woh mazboot pakda. "Pani kyon barbaad? Tujh mein hi hai." 






"Please, Gajendra... bahar nikaal. Pet par ya kuchh." 

"Nahi," woh zid karta. "Chahta hoon teri gaand andar bahaye. Woh tight, baalon wali ched
— mujhe bharne de." 

 

[Deepak_bull]

CHAPTER 24


Gajendra ne sach mein meri mom ke asli character ko barbaad kar diya hai, ab meri
mom bilkul alag aurat ban chuki hai.



Usne abhi abhi ek shikayat bhari siskari bhari thi, awaaz kaamp rahi thi jab woh bistar par leti hui thi, 
pink salwar kameez kamar tak upar dhakela hua, sabse nazdeeki hisse nange. “Nahi, Gajendra, wahan 
nahi… phir se meri gaand nahi. Bahut zyada hai, please,” woh minnat kar rahi thi, aankhein dar aur 
baqi khwahish ke milaap se phaili hui. 


Thappad itna sakht nahi tha ki chot lage, lekin kamre mein goonj gaya jaise hukm, uski zaitooni chamdi par
 halka laal nishaan chhod gaya. Woh saans roki, jism jhatke se hil gaya, lekin peeche hatne ke bajaye woh
 tham gayi, seena ubhar ubhar kar. Mujhe garam mehsoos hua— khoon mein aag si fail gayi, jhaang mein jama 
hoti hui jab maine khud ko aur zor se pakda. 

Kuchh nasha sa tha usko be-izzati se treat karte dekhna, jaise sadak se uthayi hui aam randi, na ki woh 
deendar _ Ammi jise main hamesha jaanta tha. 

Ammi: (tez saans lete hue, awaaz fisfisahat jab Gajendra uski chut mein dhakke maar raha tha shadi ke bistar 
par) Gajendra, please… meri chut ke andar mat jhadna. Bahut khatra hai— main haamla ho sakti hoon. Bahar
 nikaal, meri peeth par ya kahin… ahh… 

Gajendra: (us par muskurate hue, raftaar dheemi lekin rukta nahi) Oh, yeh khatra samajhti hai? Theek hai, 
Shahida, tu pavitra chhoti randi. Main teri tight gaand ke andar hi jhadunga. Is tarah koi baccha nahi— sirf 
mera beej teri gandi _ ched bhar dega. 

Ammi: (aankhein dar se phaili, dheere se use door dhakelne ki koshish) Nahi! Meri gaand nahi, Gajendra— 
please, minnat karti hoon. Pichhli baar tune wahan choda tha, woh khwab-e-khauf tha. Yaad hai? Main 
control nahi kar payi; tatti tere lund par aur chadar par tapak gayi. Itna ganda, itna sharmnaak… phir nahi 
chahti. Meri gaand iske liye nahi bani— please, rehem kar. 

Gajendra: (dheeme se hanste, kamar ko aur zor se pakad kar) Natak band kar, tu gandi chhinal. Tu deendar
 biwi banne ka dikhawa karti hai, roz paanch waqt ,,., padhti hai, lekin yahan ***** padosi ke liye
 taangein faila rahi hai jab tera bechara shauhar agle kamre mein kharrate le raha hai. Tu sadak ki randi se 
behtar nahi, Shahida— ek minute lund maangti hai, doosre minute rone lagti hai. Mujhe pata hai pichhli baar
 tujhe pasand aaya tha; teri karahen bata rahi thi. Yeh nakli sharam band kar; yeh bekaar hai. Tu dhokebaaz
 kutiya hai jo be-izzati ki pyaasi hai, veil ke peeche chhup kar paak banne ka dawa karti hai. Lekin andar 
se tu sirf cum ki bhookhi awaara hai, hai na? Qabool kar— kisi ko nahi chhupa rahi, khas kar mujhe nahi. 

Ammi: (awaaz kaamp rahi, aankhon mein aansu) Lekin… lekin gandagi… main tujhe maila nahi karna chahti.
 Kam se kam condom use kar agar gaand hi maarni hai. Drawer mein hain— please, Gajendra. Tera lund meri
… meri tatti se dhaka nahi dekhna chahti. Yeh ghin aati hai; sab barbaad kar dega. 

Gajendra: (sir hilaate) Condom hota bhi to tere upar use nahi karta, tu gandi rani. Mujhe teri garam tatti 
mere lund par mehsoos karna pasand hai— woh mujhe natural lube ki tarah coat karti hai, slick aur mitti jaisi
 teri andar se. Pichhli baar jab mere shaft par woh bhuri lakeer dikhi, usne mujhe aur zor se chodne pe majboor
 kiya. Teri tatti teri hissa hai, Shahida— garam, musky, seedhe us shahi ched se. Woh mere lund ko aise garam 
karti hai jaise koi aur cheez nahi, jaise haram gale lagna. Kyon is intimacy ko chhupau? Yeh tujhe meri khaas
 randi banata hai— bistar ki rani, mere lund par tatti kar ke jaise yeh takht ho. Isko qubool kar; yeh condom se 
behtar hai. 

Ammi: (siskari, jism uske khilaaf twitch kar raha) Main darti hoon… agar bistar maila ho gaya to? Hussein agle
 kamre mein hai, nashe mein pada lekin ghar mein hi. Agar jaag gaya aur gandagi dekhi— daag, boo… sab khatam
 ho jayega. Please, soch le— hum yeh khatra nahi le sakte. 

Gajendra: (achanak bahar nikaal kar uske chehre par zor ka thappad, awaaz kamre mein goonji) Muh band kar, tu 
naashukra kutiya! (phir thappad, aur sakht, gaal par laal nishaan) Kaise himmat ki shikayat karne ki jaise bigdi hui 
chut? Tera shauhar bekaar beemaar hai, tu khud ne usko powder khila kar sula diya, aur tu chadar par thodi tatti
 se ghabra rahi hai? Tu munafiq randi hai, Shahida— shadi ke bistar par mujhse chud rahi hai, wahi jagah jahan 
tu wafadar banne ka natak karti hai. Ek shabd aur shikayat ka to poora mohalla jaan lega tu kitni chhinal hai. 
(phir ek thappad zor se, thodi zor se uska thodi pakad kar) Maafi maang, tu bekaar gaand ka tukda! 

Ammi: (dard aur shock se cheekh kar, phir jaldi muh daba liya, aansu beh rahe) Ahh! Aah, dard ho raha! Maaf 
karna, Gajendra— bahut maaf karna! Please, mujhe maaf kar… main shikayat nahi karna chahti thi. Tu sahi hai; 
main sirf bewakoof chhinal hoon. Phir mat thappad maarna… jo tu kahega woh karungi. Bas… dheere karna. Main 
is naashukri ki saza deserve karti hoon. Oh Khuda, mera gaal jal raha… lekin ab shikayat nahi. Main teri rani hoon,
 jaise tune kaha— mujhe use kar. 

Gajendra: (muskurate, thappad wali jagah ragadte) Achhi ladki. Ab shikayat band, warna teri gaand ko thappad 
marunga jab tak woh tere chehre jaisa laal na ho jaye. Pet ke bal let ja, Shahida— gaand ke tukde faila. Ab teri
 shahi ched bharne ka waqt. 

Ammi: (sar jhukate, pet ke bal let kar, chehra takiye mein daba) Theek hai… let gayi. Bas… shuru mein dheere.
 Ahh… 

Gajendra: (peeche baith kar, tukde faila kar) Yeh behtar hai. Dekh yeh chhota puckered ched— abhi bhi pichhli 
baar se jhapak raha. Bet abhi se mere liye dheela ho raha. (us par thook kar lube, phir dheere se sir andar) 
Mehsoos kar, chhinal? Mera lund teri tatti wali jannat mein ghus raha. 

Ammi: (takiye mein muffled karah, chadar pakad kar) Mmm… ohhh… fail raha hai mujhe… please, bahut tez 
mat… 

Gajendra: Der ho gayi— sab le le, tu gandi _ Ammi. Teri gaand vice ki tarah jakad rahi. Aur agar thodi
 tatti bahar aayi to? Main use teri peeth par malish kar dunga taaki yaad rahe tu kya hai. 

Us pal mujhe ehsaas hua main khud kitna gir chuka hoon, har maayne mein sada beta ban gaya. Yahan main 
apni Ammi ko thappad khate aur dabaye jaate dekh raha tha, aur rukne ke bajaye, uski izzat bachane ya kam
 se kam is khauf ko saamna karne ke bajaye, main khada tha garam hokar, haath jhaang ke beech tez tez
 chalate hue. 

Kaisa beta hai yeh? Woh ladka jo kabhi uske saath ghar ke kaam karta tha, masjid mein uske bagal mein ,,.,
 padhta tha, usko ghar ki taqat ka roop maanta tha— ab yeh jhaankne wala saya ban gaya, uski be-izzati se 
maza le raha. Sirf kaam nahi; yeh hamare ghar ke har usool ka dhoka tha, us imaan ka jo hum daawa karte the. 

Maine pehle uske gunah dekhe the, lekin ab main unka maza le raha tha, dimag us manzar ko apni lust ka indhan
 bana raha. Gunah mujhe kuchalna chahiye tha, lekin woh thrill ke saath mila kar zeher bana raha tha jo mujhe
 aur zyada nafrat dilata tha khud se. Main andar se sada tha, kharab, har raaz ke saath jo maine khola, meri 
akhlaq ki layer utarti gayi jab tak sirf yeh bigda hua dekhnay wala bacha nahi raha, apni Ammi ki be-izzati 
par haath chalata hua. 

Koi nek beta yeh hone nahi deta, yeh to door ki baat usme maza lena; main uske girne ka saathi ban gaya,
 chupke se uski be-izzati ka hissa, aur yeh ehsaas sirf us haram garam ko aur tez kar raha tha. 

Phir, ek haath uski kamar pakad kar sambhalte hue, usne apna lund uski tight gaand par lagaya, dheere se aage
 dabaya, sir andar ghusa ek naram pop ke saath jisne usko siskari di. 






Kamra unke jismon ke milne ki awaazon se bhar gaya— chamdi ka geela sarakna, uski tez saans, bistar ki chadar 
ka halka cheekhna jab woh adjust kar rahi thi. Main aankhein bhar kar nahi dekh pa raha tha: meri _ 
Ammi, Shahida, woh aurat jo roz paanch waqt sir dhak kar ,,., padhti thi, ab teesri baar kafir ke lund ko apni
 gaand mein le rahi thi. 

Abbu ne kabhi usko wahan chhua bhi nahi tha, jitna main soch sakta tha; unki shadi izzat par, imaan ki paakizaagi
 par bani thi, jahan aise kaam ghair-fitri, hamare mazhab mein haram the. 

Phir bhi yahan Gajendra, hamare mazhab ke bahar ka mard, bina jhijhak us haram ilaake mein ghus raha tha, us 
hisse ko haasil kar raha jo paak rehna chahiye tha. Yeh behurmati thi, uski sabse chhupi ched ko apna haq samajh
 kar failana, us tarah stretch karna jo uske waade ka mazaak udata tha. 

Aur gaand kyon na use kare? Woh tight, chhupi hui ched agar explore na ho to kya faayda? Mere bigde khayalon 
mein yeh barbaad lagta tha agar aisa hissa chhuta rahe, khas kar jab uski bhari, gol gaand poori haasil maang rahi 
ho. 

Ammi ki gaand, woh puckered ched jo nikalne ke liye bana, ab khushi ke liye istemaal— yeh har masjid ki taleem
 ko challenge karta tha jism ki paakizaagi ke baare mein. 

Lekin us garam lamhe mein yeh laazmi lag raha tha, jaise uska jism is doharapan ke liye bana: roz ka kaam aur
 ecstasy ka imkan. Uski gaand use karne ki zarurat usi buniyadi khwahish se thi har inch haasil karne ki, koi hissa 
na chhute, haram ko sabse badi jeet bana de. 

Uski badi gaand, itni naram aur hilti hui, jaise gaand chudai ki maang karti ho— woh bhari tukde fail kar usko 
jagah dete, dhakke cushion karte, aur gehrai dawat dete. Aisi badi gaand door se dekhne ke liye nahi; usko failana,
 andar jaana, bharna padta hai, curves mard ko pakadne ke liye perfect grip dete jab woh andar ghus raha ho. 

Gajendra ka bada lund uski gaand mein jaana is kaam ko aur zyada numayaan karta tha, har harkat saaf, uski 
chamdi ripple karte hue dhakke ke neeche— yeh saboot tha aise jism is tarah ki khushi ke liye bane hain. 






Yeh bahut galat tha— yeh ched jahan se tatti nikalti hai, gandagi aur na-paaki ki jagah, ab uske lund se bhari hui, 
profane aur erotic ka milaap jo ., ke tahara ke har usool ko todta tha, paakizaagi ke. 

Yeh sirf jismani nahi tha; yeh rooh par hamla tha, us aurat ko jo ,,., padhti thi, ab yeh gandi ched ek kafir ke liye
 khol rahi thi, har dhakke ke saath imaan ki be-izzati. 

Bahut logon ne Ammi ki badi gaand ko chodne ke khwab dekhe honge— padosi market mein uski hilti chal ko dekhte,
 dukaandaar jab woh kapde ke daam-tol karti to uske curves par nazar tikate, door ke rishtedaar family gatherings
 mein chupke se dekhte jab sochte the koi nahi dekh raha. 

Uski gaand apne aap mein mashhoor thi, bharpoor aur gol, jo kapdon mein aasani se bhar jaati thi aur bina koshish
 ke logon ki nazar kheench leti thi, chuppi hui hasrat aur nafrat paida karti thi. Ek community event mein maine 
suna tha, mard chupke se mazak kar rahe the "Shahida ke assets" par, unki hansee mein woh hasrat thi jo zor se
 kehne ki himmat nahi thi. 

Ab Gajendra woh khwab jee raha tha, Ammi ki gaand mein gehra ghus kar, har zor ke dhakke se andar ki deewaron 
ko faila raha tha. Woh aage badhta raha, kamar se dhakke dete hue lund aur andar dhakel raha, tight raasta inch 
inch faila raha, friction se uska jism jakadta aur chhodta. 

Failav saaf dikhta tha— gaand ka ched pehle sakht jakad raha tha, phir dheela padta, andar ki gehraai uski lambai
 ko qubool karti jab woh poora andar tak ghus jaata, peeche khinchta phir aur gehra dhakel deta, woh jagahen 
chhoo raha jo kisi aur ne nahi chhui thi. 

Uski badi gaand har thap se hilti, naram gosht jelly ki tarah larz raha, contact point se lahar nikalti, gaand ke tukde
 uski raanon se takrate hue hypnotic dhun mein uchal rahe the, bistar ka frame cheekh raha tha. 

Hilna jaadu sa tha, har dhakke se uske jism mein kampan, curves motion ko badhaate hue jaise gaand khud zinda 
ho, uske hamle ke jawab mein hilti hui. 

Gajendra ki taqat gajab thi, jism paseene se chamak raha lekin raftaar mein kami nahi, shayad saalon ke business
 kaam se— deals karna, godam dekhna, woh fit aur bardasht karne wala rakhta tha. Woh thakta nahi jaise buzurg
 mard thakte hain; woh wohi sakht, saza dene wali rhythm rakhta, Ammi ke jawabon ko nikaalta. 

Ammi ki cheekhen dard se khushi mein badli, awaaz josh mein buland: 

"Oh Khuda... ab bahut acha lag raha... aur gehra!" Ammi cheekhi, Gaand se khushi haram thi, hamare mazhab
 mein sabse bura gunah, jism ki fitrat ka bigaad, phir bhi yeh na rokne wala tha, sabse bura gunah sabse meetha
 phal sa lag raha tha, use kheench raha tha jabki dozakh ka waada tha. 






Gajendra: (dheere dheere dhakke dete hue, haath kamar par pakde jab woh shauhar ke bistar par leti thi, chadar 
pehle se uljhi) Oh fuck, Shahida, teri gaand kitni garam hai... jaise tight, makhamli bhatti mere lund ko lapet 
rahi ho. Teri chut se bhi zyada garam, har dhakke se andar kheench rahi. 

Ammi: (saans phoolte hue karah, chehra takiye mein daba, jism tan kar) Aaahhhh... oouuhhhho... Gajendra, 
please... dheere... aahhh... bahut zyada hai, abhi itna gehra nahi... ouuuhhh... 

Gajendra: (raftaar thodi badhate, khushi se karah) Khuda, kitna acha lag raha, Shahida. Jo bhi ched maine choda,
 isse behtar nahi. Yeh garmahat poore jism mein failti hai, mere balls tight kar deti— jaise teri gaand zinda ho,
 garmi se dhadakti jo mujhe paagal kar deti. Sab achhi auratein gaand mein leti hain aise, jaanti hai? Jo mard 
ko poora khush karna jaanti hain, sirf chut se nahi. Tu ab unmein se ek hai na? Poori tarah khulne wali chhinal. 

Ammi: (siskari, chadar pakad kar) Aahhh... haan, lekin... oouuhhhho... dheere, Gajendra... thoda dard ho raha.
.. aaahhhh... poora andar mat... ouuuhhh... mehsoos ho raha fail raha hoon... 

Gajendra: (jhuk kar, kaan mein garam fisfisahat se dhakke dete hue) Sun, teri gaand meri sabse pasandida hai, 
Shahida— teri chut se kahin behtar. Chut geeli aur khul kar milti hai, theek hai, lekin yeh? Yeh tight ched vice ki 
tarah nichodta hai, har baar mujhe sookha kar deta. 

Ammi: (zor se karah, dard aur khushi mila) Oouuhhhho... aaahhhh... theek hai, acha bhi lag raha... lekin please,
 aur gehra nahi... aahhh... tu bahut bada hai iske liye... ouuuhhh... 

Gajendra: (sakht awaaz, halka thappad gaand par) Gaand ke tukde faila mere liye, Shahida. Abhi kar— dikha
 kitna chahti hai. Poore faila kar rakho taaki main andar tak ghus sakoon. 

Ammi: (ruk kar lekin maan kar, kaampte haathon se peeche failati, ek pal be-sharm) Theek hai... aise? 
Oouuhhhho... dekho kitna khula hoon tere liye... aaahhhh... lekin dheere... 

Gajendra: (muskurate, achanak gehra dhakka dete jab woh failati, poora andar) Bas yeh— achhi ladki. Fuck, ab
 aur garam, poora andar. Teri gaand mujhe poora nigal rahi. 

Ammi: (tez cheekh, jism kamar se utha) AAAAHHHH! Gajendra! Bahut gehra! Dard ho raha! 

Gajendra: (haath muh par daba kar, zor se dhakke) Chup kar, bewakoof randi! Aise cheekhegi to poora mohalla 
jaag jayega. Kya, chahti hai tera nasheda shauhar sune uski deendar biwi gaand marwa rahi hai? 






Ammi: (haath ke neeche dab kar, phir thoda hatati, shikayat) Lekin... aaahhhh... jab tu itna gehra jaata hai
 sach mein dard hota... oouuhhhho... cheekh rok nahi paati... tu mujhe cheer raha... please, thoda peeche... 

Gajendra: (raftaar na ghatate, mazak udate) Dard? Yahi maqsad hai, chhinal. Aur yaad rakh, Hussein baithak 
mein kharrate le raha hai us powder se jo tune diya. Lekin nasheda bhi agar tu bansuri ki tarah cheekhegi to
 jaag sakta hai. Chahti hai woh pakde beech mein, gaand upar kar ke padosi ke liye? 

Ammi: (karah, be-sharm iqraar nikal aaya) Oouuhhh... nahi... lekin itna bhara hua mehsoos... aaahhhh... 
shayad thoda gehra ab... ouuuhhh... nahi chahti woh sune... 

Gajendra: (dheeme hanste, rhythm se thokte) Wahi hai— asli _ randi. Din bhar veil mein chhupti, 
,,., padhti, lekin raat ko? Apne sabse haram ched mein ***** lund failati. Yahi tujhe khaas banata hai,
 Shahida— din mein deendar behen, andar se shaitan ki kheloni. Tera mazhab paakizaagi, haya, no zina sikhata
... phir bhi tu yahan, gaand mere lund ke ird-gird jakad rahi. Aisi auratein pavitra banne ka natak karti hain,
 lekin asal mein randiyan hoti hain jo asli mard ka intezaar karti hain barbaad karne ka. 

Ammi: (phir shikayat, awaaz kaamp rahi) Aaahhhh... yeh theek nahi... oouuhhhho... main achhi banne ki 
koshish kar rahi... lekin tera lund... bhula deta hai... aahhh... mere imaan ke baare mein aisa mat bol... 

Gajendra: (gehra dhakka dete hue zor dekar) Oh, lekin sach hai. _ randiyan jaise tu sabse achhi hoti
 hain; saari rok-tok jama hoti hai, aur phoot padti hai to sabse zor se leti hain. Hussein shayad jannat ke
 khwab dekh raha hai jab uski biwi unke bistar par gaand marwa rahi. Qabool kar— tu lund ki asli imaan wali 
hai. 

Ammi: (be-sharm karah, thoda haar maanti) Oouuhhh... haan, ab bahut acha lag raha... aaahhhh... jaari
 rakh... lekin agar zyada dard ho to dheere... ouuuhhh... tu sahi hai, main randi hoon... 






Gajendra: (karah, qareeb pahunchte) Dekha? Meri ladki. Teri gaand aur garam ho rahi— mehsoos kar kitna dheela
 sahi se ho raha? Sab achhi auraton ko tujhse seekhna chahiye: chut farz ke liye, gaand maza ke liye. Kyon 
pasandida? Tight, gandi, aur yahan tu poori tarah jhuk jaati hai. Aadha-adhoora nahi. 

Ammi: (phir shikayat, khushi mila) Aahhh... lekin Hussein kabhi... oouuhhhho... yeh bahut galat... thoda bahar
 nikaal... aaahhhh... warna phir cheekhungi... 

Gajendra: (na sunte, tez dhakke) Cheekh jitna chahe, lekin dheeme se, deendar chhinal. Soch agar tera beta
 andar aa jaye— dekhe uski Ammi, haya wali _, aise gaand marwa rahi. Tera imaan mazaak hai; sab
 dikhawa. Asli ibadat is lund ki hai jo teri garam ched ko apna bana raha. 

Ammi: (ab be-sharm karah) Ouuhhh... apna bana le... aaahhhh... lekin usko mat jaga... oouuhhhho... gehra, 
haan... 

Gajendra: (haanfte, badhate hue) Fuck haan. Tu _ randiyon ki rani hai— garam gaand yeh saabit karti
 hai. Ek aur gehra dhakka... 

Main mutth maar raha tha, haath tez chal raha lund par, saamne ka live nanga tamasha meri sabse andheri
 khwahishon ke liye bana hua lag raha tha. Unko real time dekhna— awaazein, paseene aur utsaah ki halki boo,
 uske jism ka istemaal— kisi video se lakh guna behtar, asliyat har ehsaas ko badha rahi thi jab tak main kho
 gaya, tez mutth maarte, dimag sirf josh ke alawa kuchh nahi. 

Achanak Gajendra ki awaaz kaati, sakht aur jaldi mein. "Main jhadne wala hoon, Shahida... teri tatti mere lund
 par lagi hai, moti coat— bistar ko is gandagi se barbaad nahi karna chahta." Woh thoda peeche khincha, lund par
 bhure daag saaf dikhe, kaam ki kachchaai ka saboot, uske jism ki fitri jawab unki hasrat se mila hua. 

Gajendra: (uski tight gaand mein dheere dheere dhakke maarte hue, haathon se kamar ko zor se pakde, maathe
 par paseena) Oh haramzad, Shahida, teri gaand kitni sakht hai... lekin ab mehsoos ho raha hai. Teri garam, naram 
tatti mere lund ke saath mil rahi hai. Jaise teri andar ki gandagi mujhe coat kar rahi ho, teri _ aant se
 nikli woh saari maili cheez mere andar ghul rahi hai jab main aur gehra ja raha hoon. 

Ammi: (chehra takiye mein dabaaye, jism ghin se kaamp raha, awaaz dabbi aur darawni) Oh nahi... aaaahhh 
oooohhh. Gajendra, yeh ghinoni baat hai... ahh... mujhe bahut ghin aa rahi hai... please, aisa mat bolo... 
mmm... yeh bahut sharmnaak hai... 

Gajendra: (thoda tez dhakke, karahate hue jab virodh mehsoos hota) Ghin? Tu hi to woh hai jiski tatti mere 
lund ke ird-gird ghoom rahi hai, Shahida. Har tukda mehsoos ho raha—naram tukde toot kar mere lambai par
 fail rahe hain jab main is pavitra ched ko chod raha hoon. Soch agar tera shauhar jaan le uski biwi ki gaand
 ek ganda naala hai, jo ek acche ***** lund ko apni roz ki tatti se maila kar rahi hai. Jaise teri gandagi ka 
bartan hila raha hoon, garam aur chipchipa, aur isse main aur sakht ho raha hoon. Tujhe sharam aani chahiye,
 beech chudai mein apni aant ko aise chhodne ke liye. 

Ammi: (siskari, chaddar mein muthi band, ulti ki lahar aati hui) Ooh Khuda... main nahi... bahut zyada hai...
 ohh... Gajendra, bathroom chalte hain... please... meri gaand ab control nahi kar pa rahi... ahh... tera lund
 bahut bada hai, sab kuchh bahar dhakel raha hai... mmm... rukna padega warna ganda ho jayega... 

Gajendra: (gaand par zor se thappad, rukte nahi, awaaz sakht aur hukm wali) Muh band kar, tu rone wali randi.
 Kahin nahi ja rahe—main teri tatti wali gaand mein poora andar hoon, aur tu yahin apne shadi ke bistar par le.
 Ek shabd bathroom ka aur main tujhe baad mein zubaan se saaf karwaunga. Bas andar hi rakh jaise woh 
pavitra veili banne ka natak karti hai. 

Ammi: (saans rukti, kamre mein halki mitti jaisi boo failne lagi, jism majboori se jakad raha) Lekin... ahh...
 boo... fail rahi hai... meri... meri tatti ki halki tez boo... oh Khuda, bahut sharm ki baat hai... mmm...
 jaise koi ganda raaz hawa mein nikal raha ho... 

Gajendra: (gehri saans le kar, zor se soonghte hue dhakke, kamre mein halki boo fail rahi—musky, garam, saaf 
tatti wali, paseene aur utsaah ki boo ke saath mil kar, kamra ek haram gandagi ka dhundhla ban gaya) Haan, 
ab mehsoos ho raha hai, Shahida. Teri gaand se tatti ki boo upar aa rahi hai, kamre ko bhar rahi jaise koi bura
 pedu jo chhupa nahi sakti. Abhi tez nahi, sirf halki lekin agar koi andar aaye to ghabra jayega. Teri tatti ki
 boo chaddar par chipak rahi hai, 

Ammi: (sharm se karah, gaal laal, boo uske naak tak pahunchi, ghin aur ulte utsaah ka milaap) Nahi... kitni
 gandi... ahh... lekin tera lund... wahan acha lag raha... mmm... boo ke saath bhi... 

Gajendra: (aadha bahar nikaal kar dekhta, uske bade lund par halki bhuri daag, halki roshni mein chamakti) 
Dekh yeh—teri tatti ne mere lund ko thoda coat kar diya, Shahida. Poora ganda nahi, lekin itni chipchipi
 parat, teri gandagi ki patli chadar mere chamde par. 

Ammi: (hilti hui, khud chipchipahat mehsoos, awaaz shikayat aur majboori se qubool) Ohhh... yeh bahut
 ghinoni hai... mat dekho... ahh... mujhe bilkul randi jaisa mehsoos ho raha... mmm... 

Gajendra: (poora andar dhakel, sharam dilate hue jab boo thodi tez) Yahan main tujhe zindagi ka sabse acha 
chudai de raha hoon, aur tu badle mein apni bhuri tatti mere lund par faila rahi hai. Ab boo aur tez—woh
 tatti wali khatti khushboo upar aa rahi, jaise din bhar roki thi sirf mujh par chhodne ke liye. Kaisi aurat
 gaand chudai ke beech aant chhod deti hai? Teri jaisi munafiq randi, din mein ., ki baat aur raat mein 
lund par tatti. 






Ammi: (zor se virodh, gaand uske ird-gird majboori se jakad rahi) Gajendra, please... control nahi kar pa rahi
... tera lund bahut bada... ahh... mujhe bahut faila raha, andar sab par dabav... mmm... meri muscles rok 
nahi pa rahi... oh Khuda, teri galti itna bada hone ki... nahi... 

Gajendra: (buri tarah hanste, rukte nahi) Yahi hota hai jab chhoti _ ched ko asli mard ka lund milta
 hai—tera jism haar maan raha, tatti leak kar rahi kyonki size bardasht nahi. Mehsoos kar? Har inch andar
 jakad raha, teri gandagi toothpaste ki tarah nikal rahi. Tu mera wajah se gandi hai, aur andar se pasand bhi 
karti hai na? 

Ammi: (ab be-sharam karah, ghin ke bawajood) Haan... ahh... bahut zyada... lekin zor se chod mujhe... 
mmm... nahi, ruk... gandi hai... 

Gajendra: (tez dhakke, chetaavni dete hue jab woh tan rahi) Bed ko poori tatti se barbaad karne se pehle,
 main jaldi jhad jaunga, Shahida. Tujhe mere beej se bhar dunga teri gandagi ke saath mila kar—soch baad 
mein woh cocktail bahar tapakta hua. Ab tez aur zor se chodunga, andar rakh warna natija bhugat. 

Ammi: (phir shikayat, jism kamar utha rahi) Lekin... ohhh... bistar... Hussein ko pata chal jayega... ahh... 
please, dheere... 

Gajendra: (na sunte, gaand ko be-raahmi se pound, bistar zor se cheekh raha) Ab der ho gayi—ab aa raha. 
Mehsoos kar mera lund teri tatti wali gehrai mein thok raha. Zor se, tez—teri gaand meri hai! 

Ammi: (zor se cheekhti, awaaz kamre mein goonjti, dard, khushi aur ghin ka milaap) Aaaahhhh! Gajendra! 
Bahut zor... oh Khuda... aaaahhhh! Dard ho raha... mmm... haan... nahi... aaaahhhh! 

Maine kahin online padha tha, kisi haram forum mein raat ko, ki jab aurat ki gaand mari jati hai aur woh
 mard ke lund par tatti kar deti hai, aksar isliye hota hai kyonki woh itni gehri khushi mein hoti hai; maza 
itna zyada hota hai ki control chhut jata hai, muscles dheele pad jate hain, majboori se nikal jata hai. 

Jaise khushi dimag ka sphincter par qaboo khatam kar deti hai, khushi ko gande mess mein badal deti hai,
 poori tasleem ki nishani. Gajendra tab itna zor se karaha, jaanwar jaisi awaaz, kamra bhar gayi, ek aakhri 
dhakka. 

Ammi uski karah se darr gayi, aankhein phaili hairani se, lekin peeche nahi hati. Usne apna saara doodh
 uski gaand ke andar ugla, jaanwar ki tarah karah: "Le le, tu gandi _ randi... mehsoos kar mera 
cum teri maili ched mein bhar raha... tu meri gaand ki randi banne se pyar karti hai na?" Ammi karahi, 
"aAaahh aahhh oooh oh oh oh aaahh Gajendraaaa!! mera pyar aaahhhh" 

Yeh lafz be-izzat the, usko buri kitabein dete—randi, chhinal, kutiya—use sirf uske beej ke liye bartan
 bana dete. Ammi kaanp uthi jab usne andar jhad diya, jism garam beej se bharne se hil raha, khushi ki 
lahar sharam ke bawajood; woh halke se muskurayi bhi, chhupi hui muskan, jaise bharpur hone se poori 
hui. 

Gajendra aur sharm dilaya, saans phoolte hanste: "Mehsoos kar rahi ho na gaand se mere lund ko jakad 
kar har boond nikaal rahi... tu kitni lalchi kutiya hai? Abhi bhi kaafi nahi." 

Lagbhag paanch minute baad, jab saansein dheemi hui, woh jhuk kar uski peeth par dheere chumban 
kiya, paseene se geeli chamdi par. "Tu kamal hai, meri sundar Shahida," woh dheeme se bola, awaaz 
naram, tasalli wali. "Itni mazboot, itni joshili. Jaanta hoon tere liye mushkil hai, lekin tu rani ki tarah
 seh leti hai." 

Ammi saans chhodi, jism abhi bhi kaamp raha. "Gajendra... dard ho raha, lekin tere saath sahi lag raha
. Bas... bahar nikaalte waqt dheere. Bed par meri tatti aur tera cum failna mushkil saaf hoga bina kisi 
ko jagaye." 

Usne kandhe par chumban, lund abhi bhi andar gehra. "Meri pyari, koshish karunga. Lekin mushkil hai—
teri gaand mujhe itna jakad rahi, jaise chhodna nahi chahti. Har harkat mein garmahat, chipchipahat 
mujhe wapas kheenchti hai. Jaise tera jism mujhe hamesha andar rehne ko keh raha ho." 

Usne guide kiya. "Dheere, bahut dheere. Ek inch peeche, main jakad kar rokne ki koshish karungi. Lekin
... mushkil hai; tune mujhe itna failaya, ab dheeli hoon, khuli hui." 

Woh skin par sar hila. "Theek hai, meri jaan. Chal—ek inch... mehsoos? Kitni garam, kitni ghani. Tu bahut 
achha kar rahi, meri anmol." 

Jab woh dheere dheere bahar nikaalne laga, inch by inch dard bhara, Ammi pehle jakad bhi nahi paayi; 
muscles thak gaye the, lambi stretching se, sphincter dheela aur be-jawaab, woh ched jo itna failaya 
gaya tha ab jaldi band nahi ho pa raha. 

Woh halka jhapakta, poora jakad nahi pa raha, khali hone ka ehsaas badhta jab woh bahar, jism control
 haar raha baad mein. Tatti aur uske beej ka milaap thoda bed par tapka—bhuri, safed cream wali boond 
chaddar par daag, mitti ki boo halki uthi, unke milan ki gandi yaad. 

Milaap chipchipa, kapde par chhote chhote dhabbe, uska safed beej uski tatti se dhara, saaf bistar ko gunah 
ka saboot bana diya. 

Gajendra bahar nikaal kar sharm dilaya, awaaz mazaak wali: "Dekh teri halat, gandi randi—sahi tarah rok 
bhi nahi paayi. Teri gaand mere lund se barbaad, tatti har taraf tapak rahi jaise toota nal. Kaisi biwi hai
 tu, tatti aur jhadna har taraf faila rahi?" 

Buri kitabein barasti—gandi kutiya, dheeli ched, maili suar—har ek uski be-izzati gehri karti, bata rahi
 kaise uska jism baad mein rok nahi paya, pehle tight gaand ab dheeli aur tapakti, poori tasleem ki nishani. 

Ammi phir seedhi hui, chehra sharam se laal, bathroom ki taraf bhagi, haath taangon ke beech daba kar 
leak rokne ki koshish. Andar ja kar darwaza band, gaand thodi jakad payi, muscles halka contract, lekin 
kamzor, pounding ke baad flutter hi tha. 

Uski gaand itni dheeli thi Gajendra ke mote lund se—usne andar se reshape kiya, ched faila aur naram,
 elasticity waqt ke liye kho gayi. Tatti aur beej taangon par garam nishaan chhodte tapke, chipchipa aur
 sharmnaak, jism par unke milaap ki chamak jab woh toilet ki taraf daudti. 

Main tab itna zor se jhad gaya, garam spurts haath par, intensity se ghutne kaamp gaye, deewar ke sahare. 






Yeh buildup bahut tha—nazaare, awaazein, sabki galatness mujhe hadd paar kar gayi. 

Bathroom se suna Ammi toilet mein zor zor se pedu aur tatti—prrrrt, splat, brraap— PPPRRRR!! 
BBBRRRRPPRRR!! 

Pedu lambi, garaj jaise, phir paani par tatti girne ki awaaz, har ek pehle se tez jab hawa aur geela 
bahar nikal raha uski thaki gaand se. 

Woh zor zor se pedu kar rahi thi baqi tatti aur Gajendra ke beej nikaalne ke liye, pressure se sab kuchh 
nikal raha, aant poori khali kar rahi kuchh normal hone ke liye. 

Gajendra bistar par baitha, tissues se apne beej aur uski tatti saaf kar raha, awaazon par zor se hansta.
 "Haha, sun yeh! Tu wahan trumpet bajaa rahi, Shahida—mere tohfe ko sab bahar phenk rahi!" 

Ammi darwaze ke peeche se bhi hansi, sharam aur rahat mila. "Gajendra, bas kar! Mat hanso—teri galti
 hai. Itna gehra gaya, sab hila diya. Ab main bhugat rahi hoon." 

Woh aur zor se hansa. "Arre aa na, meri jaan. Bahut mazaak hai. Prrrt—aur ek! Tu wahan ghar saaf kar 
rahi. Lekin sach mein, yeh pyara hai. Tujhe insaan banata hai, sirf meri perfect randi nahi." 

Usne phir pedu—brraap, sploosh—aur hans kar. "Dekha? Ab tu bhi hansa rahi, ruk nahi raha. Tu bura hai 
yeh sab encourage karne wala. Lekin... ab acha lag raha hai." 

Ammi ne towel se apni gaand aur taangon par tatti ka daag ponchha, towel bhi bahut ganda ho gaya. 
Phir usne nahane ka faisla kiya aur jab naha rahi thi, woh muskurayi, pata nahi kyon lekin main jaanta
 tha usko Gajendra ki taraf se randi jaisi be-izzati bahut pasand aayi thi. 












 

[Deepak_bull]

CHAPTER 25






Ab se main apni mom ko Gajendra ki randi maanta hoon, papa ki biwi nahi. Woh impurity 

se poori tarah dhoos gayi hai.













Subah ho gayi. Raaste se guzarne wale log hamare ghar ko dekhte to sochte— yahan nek log rehte hain, rozana tilawat,

 halal khana saath baant kar, ghar wale kitab-e-muqaddas ki taleem se bandhe hue. 



Lekin andar, oh andar to yeh gandagi ka brothel ban chuka tha, chhupe gunahon ka adda jo har kone ko maila kar chuka

 tha. Hawa bhaari thi raat ke debauchery ke nishaanon se: shadi ke kamre ke bistar par paseene se bheegi chadaron ki 

musky boo jahan Ammi ne Gajendra ke saamne apne aap ko samarpit kar diya tha, sharir ke fluids ki tez, teekhi boo aur 

Gajendra ke Ammi ki gaand mein jaane se nikli mitti jaisi tatti ki gandi boo— Ammi ki tatti, jaldi saaf na hone ki wajah

 se smear hui hui. 



Main us subah thaka hua utha, jism bhaari raat ke bechain khwabon se jo maine dekhe the. Patli chadar ke neeche hilte

 hue mehsoos hua mere lund ke ird-gird sookhi mani ki crusty layer, chhipke hue dekhne ke waqt apni sharmnaak nikalne

 ki chipchipi yaad. 



Muh banate hue utha, aankhein ragad kar dhoop se bachaya. Jaldi se black short aur saada t-shirt pehna, kapda jism par

 thanda laga, umeed thi naya kapda gunah ko dhone dega, lekin woh boo ki tarah chipka raha. Nange paon hallway mein

 chalte hue pehle nazar padi abbu par jo sofa par abhi so rahe the, seena upar neeche ho raha tha gehri, ghair-tabee 

saanson mein. 



Raat ko Ammi ne jo dawai chai mein daali thi woh us par bhaari thi, use majboor be-hoshi mein rakhe hue taaki woh 

Gajendra ke saath apna affair bina rukawat ke kar sake. Abbu ka chehra sukoon bhara tha, bachche jaisa, be-khabar ki 

unki biwi ne yeh sab plan kiya tha unke shadi ke bistar par dhoka dene ke liye. 



Curious aur bechain hokar main shadi ke kamre ke darwaze ki taraf dheere se gaya, jo thoda khula tha. Andar jhaank kar

 dekha Gajendra abhi gehri neend mein bistar par pada tha, chaudi seena nanga, ek baazu faila hua jaise yeh jagah uski ho 

jo asal mein abbu ki thi. Kamra bikhar gaya tha: takiye idhar udhar, hawa mein unke milan ki garmi. 



Lekin Ammi kahan thi? Dil tez dhadka. Woh bistar par nahi, attached bathroom mein bhi nazar nahi aayi. Peeche hata kar 

maine ghar mein uski talash shuru ki, dheeme kadmon se. 



Poora ghar paseene aur raat ki us khaas, chipki hui tatti ki boo se bhara tha— Ammi ki tatti, jab Gajendra ne uski gaand 

maari thi, jaldi mein poori saaf na hone ki wajah se. Yeh boo corridor mein phaili hui thi, yaad dilati kitna neeche gir

 chuke the hum. 



Jab main ghar ke peeche chhote exercise area mein ghuma— yoga mat aur kuchh dumbbells wala chhota sa— wahan usko 

dekha. Ammi white short mein thi jo taangon se chipki hui, matching white top jo curves par kasi hui, aur hairaan karne 

wala— white veil sar par lapeta hua, jaise deendari aur provocation ko mila rahi ho. 



Woh apni routine mein thi, stretching aur halke squats, jism ki fluidity se gaand har harkat mein thoda hil rahi thi. Maatha

 par paseena, saans steady, form par focus. Us tarah dekh kar ek pal khushi hui— woh zinda lag rahi thi, khud ka khayal 

rakh rahi— lekin phir khatra yaad aaya. 











Gajendra abhi ghar mein tha, abbu living room mein drugged; woh kaise fikar nahi karti? Woh hamare ghar ko barbaad 

karne ko tayyar lag rahi thi, itne revealing kapdon mein jism dikha kar jab khatra paas tha. Yeh be-dari mujhe garam kar

 gayi, shorts mein unwanted hulchul jab main uski be-dari ki tareef kar raha tha. Woh darti kyon nahi? Abbu ke achanak

 jaagne se, padosiyon ke khidki se dekhne se? 



Main dheere paas gaya, gala saaf kar ke awaaz di. “Assalamu alaikum, Ammi. Itni subah exercise kar rahi ho. Achha lag 

raha hai.” 



Woh seedhi hui, haath ki peeth se maatha ponchha, chehre par muskurahat. “Wa alaikum assalam, beta. Haan, socha din 

shuru hone se pehle jaldi session kar loon. Energy deti hai. Tu ne neend kaisi li?” 



“Theek thi, shayad. Thodi bechain. Abbu abhi sofa par so rahe hain. Woh theek hain? Fajr ke liye to uth jaate hain.” 



Ammi ka chehra nahi badla, lekin aankhein ek pal jhuki. “Oh, woh theek hain. Shayad kal se thak gaye. Hospital se

 recovery mein waqt lagta hai na? Raat bhar paththar ki tarah soye rahe. Thoda aur aaram karne do.” 













Phir hum aur baatein karne lage, halke topics par. “To nashta kya hai?” maine deewar ke sahare poocha. 



Woh dheeme se hanasi, paon chhoone jhuki. “Socha anda aur paratha. Ya phir halka kuchh, aaj garmi hai. Tu kya 

chahta

 hai?” 



“Ande achhe lagenge. Waise, Jabir se baat hui lately? Socha call kar loon.” 



“Nahi recently, lekin kar lena. Dosti zaroori hai. Aur padhai kaisi chal rahi? Tu is baare mein chup rehta hai.” 



Baad mein workout khatam kar Ammi bathroom mein nahane gayi. Bahar nikli to leopard-print jumpsuit pehna tha

 jo har 

curve par kasa hua, bold pattern hips aur bust ko highlight kar raha tha, bilkul modest nahi. 



Kapda sleek, chamakdar, halke jewellery ke saath, modern aur confident lag rahi thi. Usne pehle Gajendra ke liye

 nashta 

banaya, tray mein chai, toast aur phal le kar bedroom mein gayi jahan woh jaag raha tha. Abbu ki taraf dekha bhi

 nahi 

uthane ya khana dene ke liye; Gajendra uska focus tha, priority saaf badal gayi. 



Iska matlab woh poori tarah uski lover ban chuki thi, shauhar ko bina pachtawe ke side kar diya, ghar ke andar

 aane wale

 ko ghar ka sar par rakh diya. Yeh hamare family ke dynamics ka poora ulta tha— abbu provider the, ab baad mein,

 jabki

 bahar wala pehla. 



Phir bhi ab woh bahut careful thi, idhar udhar dekhti privacy ke liye, harkatein plan kiya hua facade banaye 

rakhne ke 

liye. 



Unki baat dheeme se aayi jab woh tray rakhti thi. “Good morning, Gajendra. Tere liye nashta laya. Kha le jaane

 se

 pehle.” 



Woh baitha, aankhein ragad kar, grin faila. “Shahida, tu mere liye bahut achhi hai. Kal raat kamal thi. Tu aag thi.” 



Woh sharma gayi lekin muskurayi. “Shh, dheeme. Haan, thi. Ab seriously, jaldi ja Hussein jaagne se pehle ya

 mera beta dekh le. Dawai ka asar jaldi khatam hone wala hai.” 













Usne kamar se kheench kar paas kiya. “Itni jaldi kya? Thoda maze le loon. Tu is jumpsuit mein shandaar lag rahi. Ek

 round aur chahta hoon.” 



“Gajendra, nahi. Abhi nahi. Risk nahi le sakte. Ja, please. Baad mein milte hain.” 



Woh jhuka, gehra chumban, haath gaand par gaye, patle kapde ke upar naram gosht nichoda. Ammi ne majboori 

se chumban toda. “Bas. Ab ja, der ho jayegi.” 



“Theek hai,” woh khada hua. “Lekin aaj raat— phir chodna chahta hoon. Wahi aag, wahi sab.” 



Woh ruk gayi, phir sar hila diya. “Theek hai. Aaj raat. Ab jaldi ja.” 













Woh peeche ke darwaze se nikal gaya, chupke se. Ammi peeche dekhti rahi, abbu ko check kiya jo abhi dheeme

 kharrate le rahe the. Woh jaanti thi subah hone se dawai ka asar kam hone wala tha, kabhi bhi jaag sakte the. 



Main jaanta tha woh hamare ghar ko poora jalaana nahi chahti, isliye achhi _ biwi ki tarah chhupati thi— 

deendari ka dhong banaye rakhte hue apni khwahishen poori karti. 



Ek saans le kar usne jhaadu aur balti uthayi, farsh saaf karne lagi, raat ke gande nishaan mitati hui. 



Baad mein dheere se abbu ko uthaya. 



Ammi: (abbu ke kandhe dheere hila kar, awaaz meethi aur fikarmand) Hussein, utho habibi. Subah ho gayi. Kal raat

 sofa par so gaye. Aao, aankhein kholo. 



Abbu: (susti se baith kar, aankhein ragad kar confuse) Huh? Kya... Shahida? Main yahan kyon? Poori raat sofa par 

soya? Sar bhari lag raha... jaise behosh ho gaya tha. 



Ammi: (masoom muskurahat, use seedha baithane mein madad) Oh bechara. Dinner ke baad purana cricket match dekh

 rahe the TV par, yaad hai? Beech mein so gaye. Tumhe disturb nahi karna chahti thi— itne sukoon se so rahe the. Lo,

 paani le lo. 



Abbu: (paani le kar dheere pee, abhi bhi ghabraya) Cricket match? Mujhe... yaad nahi. Aakhri baat shaam ko tere

 saath chai peete hue yaad hai. Uske baad kuchh blank. Ajeeb hai. Sar to nahi laga? 



Ammi: (haath pat kar tasalli se) Nahi nahi, aisa kuchh nahi. Bas din bhar thake hue the. Recovery mein zyada mehnat

 kar rahe ho. Shayad isliye yaad thodi kamzor hai. Fikar mat karo, main hoon na tere liye. 



Abbu: (maatha chhoo kar, dard se) Haan shayad... lekin theek nahi lag raha, Shahida. Jism dard kar raha, pet 

ghabraya hua. Jaise hangover. Yeh normal nahi. 



Ammi: (sahaanubhuti se sar hila, awaaz caring) Oh Hussein, bahut bura lag raha hoga. Abhi hospital ja kar check kara

 lo. Shayad dawaiyon ka side effect ya thakan jama ho gayi. Pehle halka nashta bana deti hoon— kuchh bhari nahi, 

sirf toast aur chai pet settle karne ke liye. 



Abbu: (ruk kar soch) Nashta... kal raat kya khaya ya piya tha? Kuchh ajeeb to nahi tha? Shayad usi se yeh. 



Ammi: (awaaz steady aur garam) Kuchh aam se alag nahi, habibi. Tera pasandida— saada dal chawal, woh herbal chai

 jo sehat ke liye peete ho. Sab achha, halal cheezein tujhe mazboot rakhne ke liye. Tu ne kaha tha taste perfect hai TV 

dekhne baithne se pehle. Zyada soch mat; abhi poori recovery nahi hui. 



Abbu: (achanak hawa soonghte, bhaun sikod) Ruk... yeh boo kya hai? Jaise... cologne ya kuchh. Tez, musky. Pehchaani 

si— jaise padosi Gajendra ka perfume. Woh yahan tha? 



Ammi: (ek pal jam gayi, aankhein shock se phaili phir sambhali, awaaz thodi ruk ruk) Gajendra? Oh... haan, subah thodi 

der aaya tha. Bas dekhne aaya tu kaisa hai, padosi wali fikar. Kuchh minute pehle gaya. Maine nahi bataya kyonki tu so 

raha tha. 



Abbu: (sir tedha kar confuse) Subah? Lekin boo itni tez... jaise zyada der tha. Mujhe kyon nahi uthaya? Theek se salaam 

karta. Woh mohalle mein madad karta hai; hello na kehna badtameezi hai. 



Ammi: (jaldi recover, muskurate) Socha tha, lekin tu itne gehre kharrate le raha tha, Hussein. Aaram disturb nahi karna 

chahti thi— abhi tujhe iski sabse zyada zarurat hai. Gajendra ne samjha; salaam kehne ko kaha aur bola jab tu behtar 

ho tab aayega. 



Abbu: (dheere sar hila, maatha ragadte) Theek hai, samajh aata hai. Lekin yeh sar dard... haan, tu sahi keh rahi.

 Hospital ja kar doctor se mil loon. Shayad test karwa loon. 



Ammi: (uske saath khadi, uthane mein madad) Haan, abhi ja habibi. Aaram se— gaadi dheere chalana. Main yahan

 khatam kar ke thodi der mein aa jaungi. Pharmacy se kuchh chahiye to laa dena. 



Abbu: (chabi le kar, darwaze par ruk) Shukriya, Shahida. Tu hamesha mere liye itni achhi. Pahunch kar text kar dunga. 



Ammi: (meethi muskurahat se haath hila) Sab theek ho jayega. Love you. 



(Abbu nikal gaye, darwaza band kar ke.) 







Ammi: (khud se, khidki se unko jaate dekh kar smirk) Oh, bahut ustaad tareeke se sambhala. Us bewakoof se jhooth

 bolna kitna aasan— pasina bhi nahi aaya. Hussein, tu kitna ahmaq hai. Jab Gajendra pehli baar aaya tha maine 

tujhe chetavni di thi, bola bahut friendly, bahut charming lagta hai. Lekin nahi, tu ne usko bhai jaise bharosa kiya, 

chai pe bulaya. Aur ab? Ab Gajendra har mauke par mujhe pagal kar ke chodta hai, tere saamne. Teri galti hai— teri

 kamzori, teri bimaari ne mujhe asli mard ki bhookh di. Khud ko blame kar itne saalon se mujhe satisfy na karne ke

 liye. 



Tu itna andha kaise, bekaar shauhar? Apne bistar par biwi ko randi ki tarah chudte hue notice nahi kar sakta, har

 ched se cum tapakta jab tu drugged suar ki tarah kharrata hai. Chai mein powder itni aasani se daala, aur tu ne

 bina sawaal pi liya. Bechara. Tu is dhoke ka haqdaar hai— tera chhota lund kabhi Gajendra ki tarah mujhe 

jhadwaya nahi, mujhe faila kar, mujhe apna bana kar. 



Mujhe tujh par dhoka dena pasand hai, Hussein, hamari shadi ab boring hai. Tujh par dhoka dena kitna acha lagta 

hai Hussein, yeh thrill, yeh taqat. 



Tujhe be-khabar ladkhadate dekh kar jab main doosre mard ki boo se bhari hoon? Mazedaar. Aur teri sehat? Mujhe 

ab parwah nahi. Hospital mein sad, jitna chahe— shayad zyada waqt mile Gajendra ke liye taange failane ko. Tu 

ab sirf bojh hai, bewakoof, andha cuckold. Main qasam khaati hoon, ab dikhawa khatam. Main Gajendra ki randi 

hoon, tu sirf background ka bewakoof. 





Usi subah, hamari padosan aunty Nafisa Ammi se milne aayi. 



Ammi: (darwaza khol kar, thodi bikheri lekin halki muskurahat) Salaam alaikum, Nafisa! Kya surprise hai. Andar 

aao, andar aao. Itni subah— poora chal kar aayi? 



Nafisa: (muskurate hue) Wa alaikum salaam, Shahida! Haan, socha aa jaun. Veranda par chalte hain; bahar achha

 hai, aur Hussein ya tere bete ko jagaye bina baat kar sakte hain. 



Nafisa: To bata, behen. Kal raat tune text kiya tha “kuchh wild hua”— mat soch bhool gayi. Kya hai tea? Ya kehun,

 kya hai dick? ( aankh maar kar) 



Ammi: (gehri laali, chai sip karte) Nafisa, shh! Itni zor se nahi. Theek hai... kal raat... pagalpan tha. Kahan se

 shuru karoon. Gajendra phir aaya. 



Nafisa: (josh se jhuk kar, aankhein phaili) Gajendra? Tera hot Hiindu padosi? Oh mera Khuda, sab bata! Choda usne? 

Aaja, tu chhinal, details! 



Ammi: (ruk kar, phir saans chhod) Haan... kiya. Mere sab chedon mein, Nafisa. Yahan ghar mein, jab Hussein

 sitting room mein so raha tha. Mujhe aisi randi mehsoos ho rahi hai isko hone diya. 



Nafisa: (haathon se tali baja kar excited) Sab ched? Tu poori chhinal, Shahida! Jaanti thi tere andar hai. Poora

 play-by-play bata— kaise shuru hua? Chupke aaya? Zor daar tha? Bata, bata! 



Ammi: (cup se khelti) Powder se shuru hua. Gajendra ne din mein yeh sleeping powder diya. Bola harmless hai,

 bas Hussein ko gehri neend dene ke liye taaki pakde na jayen. Maine shaam ki chai mein mix kar di, Nafisa. 

Yakeen hai maine apne shauhar ke saath yeh kiya? Woh bharosa karta tha, bina sawaal pi gaya. Jaldi asar hua— 

kuchh minute mein couch par behosh, dheeme kharrate. Gajendra ne text kiya peeche darwaza kholne ko. Dil 

dhadak raha tha jab maine khola, jaanti thi kya hone wala hai. 



Nafisa: (shararti hansi) Oh, tu chalu kutiya! Shauhar ko drug kar side dick ke liye? Next level naughty. Bet soch

 kar hi chut geeli ho gayi. Kaisa powder? Aphrodisiac jaisa ya sirf behosh karne wala? Aur Hussein hila bhi nahi? 

Khuda, yeh thrill! 









 



Mom: (sir hilaate hue) Bas ek sedative tha, kuchh khaas nahi. Haan, poori raat ek muscle bhi nahi hila usne. 

Bahut bura lag raha hai, Nafisa. Hussein itna kamzor ho gaya hai bimaari se—woh mujh par poora bharosa

 karta hai, har cheez ke liye mujh par nirbhar. Aur main wahan uske saath dhoka de rahi thi apne hi ghar

 mein. Aisi kaunsi biwi hoti hai? 



Nafisa: (haath hila kar) Arre bas karo yeh hamdardi, Shahida. Hussein bada aadmi hai; woh theek ho jayega. 

Kabhi khud ke baare mein socho! Mahinon se uski dekhbhaal kar rahi ho—kya tumhe thoda maza nahi milna

 chahiye? Gunah chhodo; randi zindagi ko gale lagao. 



Mom: (jaari rakhte hue, awaaz dheemi) Waise bhi, jab Hussein behosh ho gaya, Gajendra ne mujhe drawing 

room mein hi kheench liya. Humne josh se chumban kiya, uske haath mere poore jism par, nightie ke upar

 se choochiyon ko nichod raha tha. Hussein ki kharrate background mein thi, Nafisa—kitna khatarnak, kitna 

galat. Main dekh sakti thi couch par uska saaya, seena upar neeche ho raha tha araam se, aur yeh doosra

 mard meri zubaan choos raha tha. Pehle main hatne ki koshish ki, fisfisaya 'Yahan nahi, agar woh jaag gaya 

to?' lekin Gajendra hasa aur aur zor se chumban kiya, mujh par ragadte hue. Uske honth sakht the, maangne

 wale, Hussein ke naram chumbanon se bilkul alag. Yeh bohot der tak chalta raha—main uske muh mein 

dheemi karah rahi thi, jism dhoka de raha tha, geeli hoti ja rahi thi. 



Nafisa: Soye hue shauhar ke saamne chumban? Yeh to bahut garam hai! Uske lund ka dabav mehsoos hua? Bet 

tum tapak rahi thi, chhoti shaitaan. Jaari rakho—usne wahan ungli ki ya kya? 



Mom: (sir hila kar) Haan... haath kapdon ke neeche daala, chumban karte hue mujhe chheda. Phir mujhe utha 

kar bistar par le gaya. Hussein ke bistar par, Nafisa—hamara shadi ka bistar. 



Nafisa: (haath se pankha karte hue) Uthakar le gaya? Har ched mein choda? Shahida, tum sapna jee rahi ho! 

Gaand wale hisse ki tafseel—dard hua? Maza aaya? Itni randi ho ki usko teri kunwaari gaand dene di. 



Mom: (neeche dekhte hue, uljhan mein) Poora waqt bura lag raha tha. Har dhakke mein meri qasmein yaad

 aati thi, Hussein ke saath banayi zindagi. Woh acche aadmi hain—hamara kharcha uthate hain, mere saath

 ,,., padhte hain, bete se pyar karte hain. Aur main wahan hamare bistar ko maila kar rahi thi, pornstar 

ki tarah karah rahi thi jab woh bimaari se ubhar raha tha. Gunah lahar lahar aata tha; main darwaze ki

 taraf dekhti rehti thi, sochti thi agar woh andar aa gaya, apni biwi ko padosi ke liye faili dekh kar. Rooh cheer

 rahi thi, Nafisa—main deendar honi chahiye, misaal. Kaise itni neeche gir gayi? 



Nafisa: (aankhein ghuma kar) Phir se yeh bura mehsoos? Shahida, hosh mein aao. Hussein ki bimaari teri galti 

nahi, aur teri boreyat bhi nahi. Tumhe maza haq hai—us par hamdardi mat barbaad karo. 



Mom: (ruk kar, dheeme se qabool karte hue) Lekin... ek hissa acha laga. Sach mein acha. Hussein ke naak ke

 neeche dhoka? Yeh joshila tha. Haram thrill ne har ehsaas badha diya—Gajendra ka lund bada, sakht, behtar 

laga jitna Hussein ne kabhi diya. Main kai baar jhadi, Nafisa, saalon se itni zor se nahi. Hussein itna paas, itna

 kamzor, yeh uljha hua utsaah joda. Khud se nafrat hui, lekin jism ko pasand aaya. Main zinda mehsoos hui,

 chahi hui, aurat jaise, sirf dekhbhaal karne wali nahi. 



Nafisa: (josh se sir hila kar) Dekha? Yahi baat hai! Gunah sirf maza badhata hai. Hamdardi mat karo—Hussein ka 

waqt tha; ab tumhara hai. Ham jaisi auratein randi honi chahiye, Shahida. Har lund ka maza lo, zor se sawari

 karo, chooso, bharwao. Ek bore shauhar se kyon bas? Duniya bhar ke lund hain. Chupke se randi bano; yeh taqat

 deta hai! 



Mom: (aankhein phail kar) Nafisa, yeh kitna sharmnaak hai! Lekin... jaari rakho. 



Nafisa: (aage jhuk kar, josh mein) Bilkul—sharmnaak aur sach. .,? Sab nakli hai, behen. Mardon ne banaye

 qanoon auraton ko qaboo mein rakhne ke liye. 'Haya rakho, parda karo, paanch waqt ,,.,'—bakwaas! Yeh 

humari fitri khwahishon se rokne ke liye. Har veili ke andar chhupi nympho hoti hai jo bahar nikalna chahti 

hai. Mazhab ko chod do; paakizaagi ko chod do—sach mein chod do! Lund lo, cum lo, jhad lo. Zindagi chhoti

 hai nakli paakizaagi ke liye. 



Mom: (hairan lekin dheere sir hila kar) Tum sahi ho... main hamesha isme qaid mehsoos karti thi. ,,.,, 

roza—kabhi andar ki aag bujhaayi nahi. Meri Ammi Zainab ko qasai ke saath dekh kar? Shayad usko sach pata

 tha. ., kabhi kabhi nakli lagta hai, jaise qaidi khana. Tumse mutmaeen hona azaadi deta hai. 



Mom: (chai ki chuski lete hue, yaadon mein kho kar) Oh Nafisa, kal raat Gajendra ke lund ke saath... mujhe 

itna pasand aaya. Kuchh bhi nahi tha aisa pehle. Woh mota, dhadakta Hiindu lund mujhe Hussein ke chhote

 se bilkul alag tarah faila raha tha. Pehle meri chut mein dhakka maara, hamare shadi ke chadar par sab

 phaad diya—jo Hussein ke saath sirf natak tha. Phir mujhe palat kar gaand mein gehra dhakka, jab tak main

 raham maangti rahi, lekin andar se aur chahti rahi. 



Nafisa: (muskurate hue, paas aakar) Tu gandi kutiya, Shahida! Haram lund ko pro ki tarah pasand kar rahi. 

Jaari rakho—us par sawari ki? Naam le kar cheekhi? 



Mom: (laal hote hue lekin josh se) Haan, reverse cowgirl par sawari ki, kamar zor se neeche dhakel kar uske 

balls mere par thapakte the. Main apni clit par ungli karti rahi jab woh mujhe apni _ randi kehta 

raha, aur itni zor se jhadi ki nazar dhundhla gayi. Maine usko apne chehre par lund se thappad marne diya 

phir choosa—geela, ganda, thook thodi par beh raha tha. 



Nafisa: (hanste hue) Tu gandi randi! Yeh hai asli jazba. Randi banne ka ehsaas kitna acha lagta hai, na? 



Mom: (josh se sir hila kar) Haan, Nafisa. Randi banne ka ehsaas bahut acha hai—azaadi deta hai, nasha deta

 hai. Saalon se perfect biwi banne ka natak, lekin ab? Poori randi ban kar, sab kuchh dhoka de kar, bijli si 

daudti hai jism mein. Be-izzati, gunah—yeh nasha hai. Abhi tere saamne soch kar haath laga rahi hoon. Koi

 nakli haya nahi; andar ki randi ko gale lagana taqat deta hai, zindagi deta hai, khwahishon par qabza deta

 hai. Yeh ,,., ya ghar ke khane se behtar hai—kacchi, gehri khushi. 



Nafisa: (jeet ki muskurahat) Dekha? Maine pehle kaha tha, tu shakki randi. Yaad hai pichhli baat? Maine

 kaha sab auratein andar se randi hoti hain, aur tujhe nikalna chahiye. Main sahi nikli—dekho ab tu iqraar

 kar rahi hai jaise nayi randi. Shuru se jaanti thi tu tootegi; woh deendar natak sirf dikhawa tha. Maine 

dheere se dhakela, lekin sahi thi. Tu saboot hai mera mashwara kaam karta hai—gunah chhodo, lund pakdo. 

Saalon se doston se keh rahi hoon: asli azaadi ka maza chakho to wapas nahi jaate. Meri peeth par thapki

 de do, haan? 



Mom: (muskurate hue, bura na maante) Tum sahi thi, Nafisa. Tum bilkul sahi thi ki randi pan itna acha hai. 

Pehle ladi, lekin ab? Gajendra ke liye taangein failana, Hussein ko dava dena, bete se jhooth—sab kitna

 meetha galat hai, aur kitna acha lagta hai. Randi hona matlab bore routine khatam; josh, khatra, rooh

 hilane wali jhad. Tumne aankhein kholi ki sirf haar maan kar kitna maza hai, istemaal hona, bura bhalaa

 kehlaana aur har pal pasand karna. Randi pan laanat nahi, chhupa barkat hai. Tumhari wajah se main 

latak gayi hoon. 



Nafisa: (muskurate hue) Bilkul sahi, tu sadi hui randi. Jaari rakho iqraar—hubby behosh tha jab tu chud

 rahi thi, kaisa laga? 



Mom: Aisa pehle kabhi mehsoos nahi hua, Nafisa. Poore chedon mein chudna jab Hussein dava kha kar 

pada tha? Koi aur josh nahi. Meri chut Gajendra ke lund ke ird-gird jakdi jab dhoka socha, gaand mein 

jalan maza-dard ke saath jab Hussein ne kabhi chhua nahi. Uska maal nigalna matlab dhoka ki mohar lag

 gayi. 



Nafisa: (andhere se hanste hue) Tu kitni sadi hai, Shahida—bimaar shauhar ko dava de kar lund ke liye?

 Pasand aaya, tu gandi chut. 



Mom: Jaanti hoon... aur lagta hai normal kabhi wapas nahi jaungi. Woh masoom biwi aur Ammi? Woh 

hamesha ke liye chali gayi. 



Nafisa: (sir hila kar) Qabool kar lo—tu poori randi hai. 



Mom: (gehri saans le kar) Haan... main qabool karti hoon ki main randi hoon. Dhoka dene wali, lund ki 

bhookhi randi jo shauhar ko dava deti hai aur padosi se chudwati hai. Ab inkaar nahi. 



Nafisa: (haathon ki halki taali) Mubarak ho, Shahida! Qabool kar liya ki tu randi hai jaise sab _

 auratein—akhirkaar! veil ke neeche sab ek jaise: deendar dikhawa karte hue lund ke khwab. Masjid 

mein, hamare circle mein dekha—behenen chupke nikalti hain, ishaare, dhoka. Tu ab sachchi hai. Aur

 main? Maine bohot pehle qabool kar liya main randi hoon. Pehle affair ke baad gale laga liya. Koi nakli

 ,,., nahi; thrill ke liye jeeti hoon. Anjaan logon ka choosna, chehre par maal—yeh mera sach hai. 

Gunah chhoda, zindagi behtar. Randi pan mujhe jawan rakhta hai, mutmaeen. Har _ aurat ko

 qabool karna chahiye; yeh humari chhupi fitrat hai. 



Mom: (sochte hue) Nafisa... kya ab bhi ummeed hai main achhi biwi aur Ammi ban sakti hoon? Pehle

 jaisa ho sakta hai? 



Nafisa: (sakht sir hila kar) Nahi, Shahida—tu kabhi achhi nahi banegi. Kyon? Tune hadd bohot paar kar

 li. Dhoke ka maza nasha hai; hamesha wapas khinchega. Hussein ka bharosa toot gaya, chahe usko

 pata na chale. Ammi hone ke naate beta badli aurat dekh raha hai—door, raaz bhari. Achhai ke liye

 paakizaagi chahiye jo ab tere paas nahi. Tu andar se sadi ho gayi hai. 



Mom: (mutmaeen hote hue) Haan... tum sahi ho. Lekin Nafisa, tu khud kitni randi hai! 



Nafisa: (fakhr se hanste hue) Bilkul haan, main randi hoon aur khush hoon! Sabse behtar faisla—randi

 zindagi gale lagana matlab beinteha jhad, koi pachtawa nahi. 



Mom: (chai ki chuski lete hue, veranda mein idhar udhar dekhte hue) Nafisa, kal raat ki ek baat batani

 hai... kitni sharmnaak hai, main mar jaungi. Jab Gajendra meri gaand mein dhakke maar raha tha... 



Nafisa: (muskurate hue paas jhuk kar, cup neeche rakhte hue) Bol na, tu gandi randi! Kya hua? Usne

 teri tight _ gaand achhe se failayi? Chalo, mat roko—apni gandi dost ko saari sharmnaak

 tafseel bata. 



Mom: (gehri laali, ek haath se chehra chhupate hue) W,.'i, Nafisa... maine uske lund par tatti kar 

di. Wahi, jab woh zor zor se andar bahar kar raha tha. Bas... nikal aayi. Bahut sharmindagi hui; 

zameen mujhe nigal jaye. 



Nafisa: (zor se hanste hue, ghutne par thappad marte hue) Tu ne uske lund par tatti ki? Oh mera

 Khuda, Shahida, yeh to mazedaar hai! Tu gandi, tatti karne wali randi—bet woh chocolate ki tarah

 us par fail gaya. Hahaha! 













Mom: (khud has padti lekin phir bhi serious) Hasna band kar! Bahut sharmnaak tha. Lekin haan... baad

 mein soch kar thoda hasi aayi. Gajendra ne bahar nikala, neeche dekha gandagi ko aur hasne laga. Bola,

 'Dekh teri halat, deendar veili, jaanwar ki tarah tatti kar rahi jab main teri gandi gaand maar raha

 hoon.' Nonstop mazak udaya, meri raanon par ponchha aur bola 'meri tatti wali chhoti randi.' Main 

kitni bewakoof lagi 



 

Nafisa: (abhi bhi hanste hue, aankh se aansu ponchhte hue) Hahaha, 'shitty little slut'—yeh toh sona 

hai! Lekin sach bata, aur bata. Kaise hua? Kya teri gaand ne bas phat kar nikaal diya ya kya? Mujhe

 poora ganda play-by-play chahiye, tu poopi randi. 



Ammi: (saans chhod kar, khul kar) Theek hai... isliye ki main apni gaand par bilkul qaboo nahi rakh 

paayi. Tu jaanti hai kitni tight hoon peeche se—Hussein ne kabhi chhua bhi nahi, jaise kunwaari 

zameen. Har dhakke se mera andar ka sab kuchh dheela hone laga; boo dono ko lagi, woh mitti jaisi 

tatti ki khushboo humare paseene ke saath mil gayi. Main ghabra gayi, baar baar maafi maangti rahi, 

lekin woh hansta raha, kehta raha yeh usko aur garam kar deta hai. Main control nahi kar paayi kyonki

 gaand chudai ne andar sab kuchh hilaa diya tha. 



Nafisa: (samajhdaar andaaz se sar hilaati, awaaz tasalli bhari lekin gandi) Oh Shahida, yeh bilkul normal

 hai, tu bewakoof tatti karne wali randi. Anal mein sabke saath hota hai—teri gaand sirf tatti ke liye 

nahi bani; maza ke liye bhi hai, lekin kabhi kabhi dono mil jaate hain. Khud ko mat maar; yeh biology 

hai, gunah nahi. Arre, shayad usko aur zyada pasand aaya, tu gandi ladki. 



Ammi: (thoda ghoor kar) Lekin .,... hamara mazhab auraton ko gaand mein maza lene se mana 

karta hai na? Yeh haram hai, mana kiya hua. Humen us hisse ko paak rakhna chahiye, sirf zaroorat ke liye. 



Nafisa: (naak chadhate, haath hawa mein hilate) ., aur uske bakwaas qanoon ko chhod, Shahida. 

Yeh nakli mazhab auraton ko maza lene se rokta hai—khaas kar gaand mein. Soch: kehte hain anal 

haram hai kyonki 'dard' ya 'be-izzati', lekin bakwaas—kyonki yeh bahut zyada acha lagta hai, bahut

 azaadi deta hai hum randiyon ko. ., auraton ko sirf bacche paida karne aur chut mein halal chudai 

ke liye bartan samajhta hai, missionary style, lights off. Koi maza nahi, koi tajurba nahi, koi lund par 

tatti nahi jab chud rahi ho. Kyon apne aap ko gaand ki khushi se rokti hai? Gandagi ko gale laga; agar

 tatti ho jaye toh kar—yeh safar ka hissa hai. 



Ammi: (sir hilaati) Main bahut sharminda thi. Abhi bhi sochti hoon toh chehra jalne lagta hai. 



Nafisa: (besharam muskurahat) Sharminda? Arre, anal mein tatti hona normal hai, tu poopi rajkumari. 

Andar sab hil jaata hai—kabhi kabhi natural lube ban jaati hai! Aur ladki, yeh mardon ko satisfy karne

 ka sabse behtar tareeka hai. Woh raw, gandi taraf pasand karte hain; dikhta hai tu poori tarah 

samarpit hai, jism ko unke liye paagal hone de rahi hai. 



Ammi: (confused, sir tedha) Ruk, lund par tatti karne se mard ko khushi kyon? Yeh toh ghinoni baat hai. 



Nafisa: (zor se hanste, dono saath hansti) Hahaha, oh Shahida, tu kitni masoom hai! Haan, unke liye yeh

 garam hai—teri tatti ka garam, naram coat unke lund par? Jaise garam, mana kiya hua jhappi. Teri 

garam, naram tatti ne Gajendra ke lund ko aur garam kar diya, sach mein aur figuratively. Mardon ko

 yeh be-izzati ka khel pasand hai; mehsoos hota hai unhone tujhe sabse basic, gandi halat mein tod diya. 



Ammi: (hairan, aankhein phaili, thoda hansti) Nafisa! Itni besharam kaise baat karti hai? Jaise yeh koi 

erotic dawat ho—garam tatti, garam lund... yeh ganda, gunah bhara hai. 



Nafisa: (kandhe uchaalte, chai peete) Kya? Main sach bol rahi hoon, tu prudish tatti karne wali. Zindagi

 sharam ke liye chhoti hai—gandi baat kar, aur ganda chud. Waise, gaandon ki baat karte hue... Mr. Ravi

 aaj pehli baar meri gaand maarega. Woh budha pervert mahinon se maang raha tha. 



Ammi: (saans rukti, chai girne wali) Kya? Mr. Ravi? Tu usko teri gaand dene wali hai? Nafisa, yeh

 paagalpan hai! 



Nafisa: (gandi aankh maar kar) Haan re randi, tu jal rahi hai. Uska mota lund hai; bet tatti bhi karwa

 dega. Mahinon se peeche pada tha, kehta tha meri chut ab dheeli ho gayi—tight peeche wali action 

chahta hai. 



Ammi: (abhi bhi hairan) Lekin pehle kyon nahi diya Mr. Ravi ko teri gaand? Tu kehti thi usne maanga tha. 



Nafisa: (peeche tik kar, muskurati) Haan maanga tha—office mein gaand pakad kar, fisfisaya tha meri

 tatti wali ched ko maarne ke baare mein. Lekin main tayyar nahi thi; pehle khilone se dheeli ki. Nahi 

chahti thi tu jaisi jaldi tatti kar doon us par, hahaha! Ab tayyar hoon—faila kar usko barbaad hone 

doongi. Bet mess pasand aayega. 



Ammi: (hansti, lekin dilchaspi) Tu yakeen nahi hota. Itni besharam... khilone, tatti ki baat. Agar bahar

 koi sun le toh? 



Nafisa: (zor se hansti) Sun le, tu fisfisati randi! Padosi jaan lein tu tatti karne wali anal rani hai. Arre, 

agli baar mere saath Ravi ke saath aa—double gaand, double tatti. 



Ammi: (mazak mein Nafisa ke haath par thappad) Bas kar! 



Thodi der baad dono shopping karne chali. “Market chalte hain,” Ammi ne kaha. “Kuchh kapde chahiye.” 

Main chupke peeche gaya, door rehkar jab woh bheed bhari sadkon se guzri. Ammi ne white phoolon 

wali shirt pehni thi jo neeche button thi, thoda se cleavage dikha rahi, tight white jeans jo taangon

 aur gaand ko chipka rahi thi. 













Yeh Musslim aurat ke libaas ka tareeka nahi tha—hamara mazhab haya maangta hai, dheele kapde jo

 jism ki shakal chhupayein, nazron se bachaye, veil theek se bina dhyan khinche. Aisi jeans curves ko 

ubhaar deti thi, shirt ke phool flirtatious, haya ke usoolon ka khula ullanghan jo aurat ki izzat bachate

 hain. Main samajhta tha yeh Gajendra ka asar hai, uski baatein aur haath uske imaan ko kha rahe the,

 abaya se yeh kapdon mein badal diya jo chillate the 'haasil karo'. Ammi khud ko randi mehsoos kar

 rahi thi, main samajh sakta tha uske baar baar hem khinchnay se. 



Unki baat unke libaas par gayi. “Shahida, yeh shirt aur jeans—wah, kitni modern lag rahi hai,” Nafisa 

ne kaha, hairan lekin taarif karte. “Kabhi aise nahi dekha. Abaya kahan gaye?” 



Ammi halke se hansti. “Haan, thoda alag hai. Gajendra ko pasand hai, aur sach mein azaadi mehsoos 

hoti hai. Kyon hamesha chhupana?” 



Nafisa ki aankhein phaili. “Gajendra? Oh, tu sach mein chal padi. Mubarak ho, behen. Tu sexy mehsoos

 karne layak hai. Main bhi soch rahi hoon—mazhab zaroori hai, lekin hum auratein hain, zarooratein hain.” 



Nafisa hamesha Ammi ko gunah ki taraf le jaati thi, dheema lekin jaari asar, ibadat mein kami ko 

azaadi ke naam par badhawa deti. Woh libaas par aur baat ki. “Teri abaya bahut shaandaar lag rahi, 

Nafisa,” Ammi ne kaha. “Lekin kal se? Kuchh bold try kar.” 



Nafisa muskurayi. “Sahi hai. Kal se main bhi randi ki tarah pehnungi. Tight dress, shayad. Tu mujhse 

jaldi randi ban gayi—dekh, abhi strut kar rahi hai.” 



Dono hansti. “Chal challenge: hum compete karenge kaun behtar randi banti hai,” Ammi ne besharmi 

se kaha. 



Shopping ke baad Ammi hospital abbu se milne chali, lekin phone baja. Usne Nafisa ko dikhaya: 

Gajendra ka message Ammi ko. 



Ammi: (phone nikaal kar, screen dekh kar, gehri laali) Oh Khuda... Gajendra hai. Yeh message dekh: 

"Abhi aa ja, tu horny veili randi. Mera lund sakht hai teri chedon ko phir failane ke khayal se.

 Hospital chhod—teri chut ko tere limp-dick shauhar se zyada meri zaroorat hai." 



Nafisa: (jhuk kar padhti, phir zor se hansti) Arre wah, Shahida! Kitna seedha. "Teri chedon ko failana"? 

Ladki, usne tujhe apni personal chudne wali cheez samajh liya. Hospital chhod—ja le us lund ko. Hussein

 shayad kharrate le raha hai; tujhe miss nahi karega. 



Ammi: (sochti, phone pocket mein daalti lekin laalach dikhta) Nafisa, tu bahut buri hai! Teri baaton ne 

mujhe itni randi bana diya. Ek mahina pehle sapne mein bhi nahi sochti. Ab sirf message padh kar 

geeli ho rahi hoon. Lekin Hussein intezaar kar raha hai hospital mein... woh mera shauhar hai, Khuda ke

 liye. 



Nafisa: (sassily haath hilati) Mujhe blame? Please, tu randi banne ko taiyar thi. Maine sirf match jalaya.

 Aur Hussein ko chhod—maza duty se zyada, behen. Soch Gajendra ka mota Hiindu lund tujhme dhakke

 maare uske bajaye boring bistar ke paas baith kar haath pakad rahi ho jaise koi nun. Teri clit ko 

sympathy fuck se behtar chahiye. 



Ammi: (honth kaat kar, chal dheemi) Tu sahi kehti hai... soch kar acha lag raha. Gajendra ke lund ka

 maza gunah jaisa hai, Nafisa—namkeen, dhadakta, Hussein ke bekaar chhote se bahut behtar jo

 mahinon se kaam nahi de raha. Lekin agar koi mujhe chupke jaate dekh le? Main dilemma mein hoon

—farz ya lund? 



Nafisa: (mazak mein Ammi ka haath pakad) Dilemma teri gaand! Lund le le, Shahida. Maza sab kuchh 

hai—farz kisne dekha? Yeh samaj ka bakwaas hai jo humari taangein band rakhta hai. Hussein boring

 hai; usko hospital mein sada hone de jab tu sahi se chud rahi ho. Tu itna zor se jhadegi ki uska naam

 bhool jayegi. 



Ammi: (hansti hue) Theek hai... tu mujhe seedha dozakh le ja rahi, lekin ab bahut utsauk hoon. Hussein

 kitna loser hai—hamesha sehat ki shikayat, kabhi satisfy nahi kiya. Gajendra mujhe randi ki tarah

 treat karta hai. Hospital chhod; main ja rahi hoon be-hosh hone tak chudwane. 



Nafisa: (taali bajaati) Yeh meri ladki! Gunah poora. Waise, main bhi apni maarne ja rahi hoon. Mr.

Ravi apne ghar par intezaar kar raha; pehle message kiya tha "us tight _ gaand ko tayyar

 kar" kyonki hafte se anal ke liye daba raha tha. Maine akhirkaar haan kaha—bola yes, bas mujhe

 cheekhne de. 



Ammi: (aankhein phaili, phir gandi muskurahat) Mubarak, tu randi! Bet uska lund mota hai—anal ke

 liye daba raha matlab us virgin ched ko claim karne ko mar raha. Tu mujhse bahadur; jab Gajendra 

ne pehli baar liya tha main darr gayi thi. 



Nafisa: (bag se chhoti bottle nikaal kar dikhati) Bahaduri nahi—horniness hai. Dekh, lube bhi laayi!

 Nariyal ka tel, extra slippery. Socha kyon nahi? Zindagi chhoti hai; usko meri gaand barbaad karne 

de. Uska mota, nasen bhara monster—darr lag raha hai fit nahi hoga bina phaad ke. 



Ammi: (hansti, mubarak) Ja, Nafisa! Poori anal randi banne par mubarak. Ravi shayad itna failayega

 ki dinon tak theek se chal nahi payegi. Lekin yakeen kar, andar jaane ke baad dard khushi mein 

badal jaata hai—jaise andar se maalik ban jaye. 



Nafisa: (muskurati, tel pocket mein) Shukriya, randi behen! Lekin sach bata, Gajendra ke lund ko gaand 

mein kaise handle kiya? Woh toh bahut bada hoga. Tips? Main thoda darr rahi—Ravi chhota nahi, aur 

ER mein phati gaand explain nahi karna. 



Ammi: (raazdaar andaaz se) Theek hai, pro randi se tips: Pehle relax—gehri saans, jaise tatti nikaalte

 hue bahar dhakel. Bahut tel laga; uske lund aur ched par itna ki tapakne lage. Dheere shuru—rim

 tease karne de, shayad pehle ungli se dheela kar. Jab andar aaye, garam kutiya ki tarah karah; jitni

 gandi baat utna garam. Aur jab balls-deep ho toh jakad—woh jaldi jhadega aur tujhe bhi kamal lagega. 



Nafisa: (zor se hansti) Oh mera Khuda, Shahida—yeh sabse randi instructions hain! "Jaise tatti nikaalte 

bahar dhakel"? Tu gandi guru hai. Bet ab tujhe ass-fucking mein PhD mil gaya. Hum dono dozakh ja

 rahe, lekin kam se kam jhadte hue jayenge. 



Ammi: (zor se hansti, aansu ponchhti) Haan! Compete karte hain—kaun behtar randi? Main aaj 

Gajendra ka lund har ched mein loongi; tu Ravi se gaand barbaad kara. Jeetne wali ko agle shopping 

mein bragging rights. 



Nafisa: (high-five) Deal! Main anal rani banungi—teri se zyada cheekhungi. Shubhkaamna teri chut

 barbaad hone ki, tu cheating randi. Baad mein details text karna. 



Ammi: (alvida haath hilati jab alag hoti) Tu bhi, tu gandi kutiya. Maza kar apni tatti wali ched 

failwane mein. Salaam—ya jo bhi, mazhab ko chhod. Milte hain! 



Nafisa: (wapas haath hilati, muskurati) Salaam ko chhod—lund ka jhanda! Alvida, randi! 



Alag hone ke baad main Ammi ke peeche gaya. Woh luxurious hotel mein dakhil hui, jaise marble 

lobby wala aur discreet staff, Gajendra ke message ke mutabiq. Main peeche chupke gaya, 

receptionist se casually poocha, “White jeans wali aurat kahan gayi?” 

















“Room 512,” usne bataya. Main lift ke peeche gaya, chhaya mein chhup kar. Corridor mein Ammi 

dheere chal rahi thi, idhar udhar dekhti jaise nazron se bach rahi ho, apni galti jaanti hui. Usne 

knock kiya; Gajendra ne khola. 



Dono ne josh se chumban kiya—main unki baatein nahi sun saka. 

Usne darwaza lock kiya. Main apne kamre mein daud kar gaya, jaldi andar, socha kaise jhaank

 sakta hoon—shayad shared balcony ya patli deewar. 









 

[Deepak_bull]

CHAPTER 26


Gajendra, tune meri mom ko apni sex slave bana diya hai aur
 mujhe tumhe usko humiliate karte dekhna bahut achha lagta
 hai, yeh itna accha hai




Mom: Oh Gajendra... yakeen nahi hota main hospital ke bajaye tere saath yahan hoon. Lekin chhod, 
mujhe tera lund bahut zaroorat hai. Din bhar sirf isi ke baare mein sochti rahi— woh mota, nasen 
bhara ***** rakshas jo mujhe faila kar meri kasmein bhula deta hai. 



Gajendra: (muskurate hue, paas aate hue, aankhein uske jism ko nigal rahi) Yeh meri deendar chhoti 
_ chhinal bol rahi hai. Idhar aa, Shahida. Sab iqraar kar— bata kitni bechaini se tujhe chahiye. 



Mom: (apna jism uske saath chipka kar, awaaz gehri aur sharmili) Mujhe tera lund chahiye, Gajendra. 
Chahta hoon tu meri dhoke wali chut mein dhakke maare jab tak main cheekh na doon. Din bhar geeli 
rahi, garam kutiya ki tarah, ghar par takiye se ragad kar soch rahi thi tu hai. 



Gajendra: (use gehre bhookhe chumban mein kheench kar, zubaan muh mein zor se daalte hue, haath 
neeche ja kar uski badi moti gaand ke tukdon ko pant ke upar se pakad kar zor zor se nichodta) Mmm,
 sahi hai. Mehsoos kar mere haath teri is moti gaand par— yeh meri khelne ki cheez hai. 



Mom: (chumban mein karah kar, haath uske seene par phirte, phir neeche ja kar uske sakht hone wale 
ubhaar ko masalti) Ohhh... haan, meri gaand aise hi malish kar. Itni badi aur hilti hui halal khane ki 
wajah se hai, lekin tu ise gandi bana deta hai, Gajendra. Zor se nichod— thappad maar, hilne de. Main
 teri randi hoon na? Tere pant ke upar se lund chhoo rahi hoon... fuck, kitna sakht ho raha. Mujhe 
chahiye nanga mehsoos karoon, dhadakta hua mere haathon mein jaise gunah ka janwar. 








Gajendra: (chumban thoda tod kar, muskurate hue gaand masalta rahta, ungliyan naram gosht 
mein dhans kar, tukde thoda alag karte hue kapde ke upar se bhi garam mehsoos) Tu sach mein
 garam kutiya hai, Shahida. Dekh kaise mere upar ragad rahi jaise sadak ka kutta. Teri gaand
 perfect hai— gol, bhari, mere haathon ke liye bani. Din bhar nichod sakta hoon, hilte hue 
mehsoos kar sakta hoon. 



Mom: (haanfte hue, ungliyan uske lund ke outline par tez) Khuda, tere haath... jaadu kar rahe
 hain meri gaand par. Jaise mujhe apna personal chudai ka khilona bana rahe ho. Phir se thappad 
maar— zor se! Mujhe pasand hai yeh jalan, yaad dilati hai main veil wali zindagi se kitni door gir
 gayi. 



Gajendra: (gaand ke tukde par zor se thappad, awaaz kamre mein goonjti, phir gehri malish jaari,
 angutha ched ke beech dabata) Le, mehsoos kar? Tere gaand ke tukde itne gosht wale hain, Shahida.
 Bet Hussein ne kabhi aise qadar nahi ki— woh to bas kamzor _ harami hai. 



Mom: (shararti hasi, phir chehra thoda shak bhara) Hussein ki baat karte hue... mujhe shak hai woh
 powder jo tune 'sone ke liye' diya tha, usko zyada bimaar rakh raha hai. Sirf neend ki dawai nahi 
na? Tu dheere dheere zeher de raha hai, harami. 



Gajendra: (zor se hanste, haath abhi bhi gaand par) Haha, tez hai tu meri randi. Haan, shayad neend
 ki chai se thoda zyada hai. Use bistar par hi rakhta hai na? Humare liye zyada waqt milta hai
 jaanwar ki tarah chudne ka. 



Mom: (uske saath hanste hue, bilkul gunah ka ehsaas nahi) Oh, tu kitna shaitani hai! Mujhe parwah 
bhi nahi— use hospital mein sadne de. Mujhe bahane mil jaate hain chupke se nikal kar tere paas 
aane ke. Ab storage room mein jaldi nahi, poore dopahar jaise yeh. Agar woh zyada bimaar, main kam
 'devoted wife' visit karti hoon, aur tere lund par zyada sawar hoti hoon. Fuck rehem— uski bimaari 
meri azaadi ka ticket hai. Soch agar use pata chale powder tera hai, padosi jise woh haath hilata hai. 
Shock se hi mar jayega! 



Gajendra: (aur zor se hanste, use phir se geela chumban mein kheench kar, zubaan ladate hue) Tu
 be-rehem hai, Shahida. Mujhe yeh pasand hai. Shauhar ko zeher de kar lund ke liye? Yeh to poori
 randi wali baat hai. 



Mom: (zor se chumban wapas kar, phir saans lete hue peeche hati) Mmm... aise chumban kar jaise tu
 mera maalik hai. Ab meri pant utaar— dekh neeche kya pehni hai. 



Gajendra: (muskurate, pant ke button khol kar moti raanon se neeche kheenchta, pink resham ki
 shorts dikhti jo curves se chipki hui) Fuck, yeh shorts... ruk, yeh wahi hain jo maine tujhe kharidi
 thi? 










Mom: (pant se nikal kar dheere ghum kar shorts dikhaati, chandelier ki roshni mein chamakti) Haan 
baby— woh pink resham wali jo tune us gande online dukaan se li. Peeche dekho likha hai: "The 
Whore's Special." Aaj sirf tere liye pehni. Mehsoos kar kitni naram hain meri chamdi par? Din bhar
 gaand ke ched mein chadhi rehti hain, yaad dilati hain main teri jaaydaad hoon. Subah pehni, soch
 rahi thi tu kaise phaad kar mujhe bewakoof bana dega. 



Gajendra: (haath shorts par pherte, ungli se likha hua trace karte) Damn, yeh label teri gaand par 
dekh kar... garam lag raha. Tu sach mein meri special randi hai, Shahida. Pink tujh par chhinal 
jaisa lagta hai— teri bhuri chamdi ko chamka deta hai. 



Mom: (muskurate) Aur sun— main aaj subah Hussein ko hospital jaane wali thi. Uska pasandida phal
 pack kiye, uski sehat ke liye dua padhi. Phir tera message aaya: "Hotel room, abhi." Phal kachre 
mein phenk diye, nurse ko kaha 'ruk gayi hoon,' aur seedha yahan aa gayi. Fuck sick shauhar ko 
milna— tera lund bulata hai to main jawab deti hoon. Woh shayad akela pada hai soch raha hoga 
main kahan hoon, jab main yahan teri maal banne ke liye tayyar ho rahi hoon. Kaisi biwi farz ke
 bajaye lund chunti hai? 



Gajendra: (hanste) Tu kitni thandi dil wali randi hai. Mujhe pasand hai tune sab kuchh mere lund 
ke upar rakh diya. 



Mom: (unghliyan shorts aur panty ke kamar mein daal kar dheere neeche karti, nangi chut aur
 gaand nanga karti) Le, main khud karti hoon. Tujhe mehnat ki zaroorat nahi— teri randi bechain
 hai. (pink resham ka bundle use deti) Soongh inhe, Gajendra. Din bhar tere khayalon mein meri
 ras se bhigoye hue hain. 



Gajendra: (shorts aur panty le kar naak par lagate, gehri saans lete) Mmm, fuck... achhi boo hai
— meethi, muski, pakke phal jaisi. Chut wala hissa... (wahan soonghte) ahh, khatti aur geeli, 
poori chhinal ka ras. 










Mom: (dekh kar utsaah aur shararat se) Haan? Ab gaand wala hissa bata. 



Gajendra: (peeche palat kar, panty ke gaand wale hisse ko soonghte) Yahan... paseene ki boo teri 
badi gaand ke tukdon se din bhar ragadne ki, aur... haan, thodi tatti jaisi. Mitti wali, gandi— 
pasand hai. 



Mom: (haath halke se thappad marte hue, naatak karte) Tu kitna ganda hai! Kaise keh sakta hai 
meri panty ka gaand wala hissa tatti jaisa boo de raha? 



Gajendra: (muskurate, na ghabrate) Ow, lekin sach hai! Yeh panty chalte waqt teri gaand ke tukdon 
mein gehri chadhi rehti hai, Shahida— resham seedha ched tak pahunch jata hai, paseena aur jo bhi
 ho soongh leta hai. Teri badi hilti gaand kapde ko jakad leti hai, din bhar ched se ragadti hai. Koi 
ajab nahi thodi boo aati hai— jaise thook ka collector. Lekin teri boo hai to garam lagti hai. 



Mom: (khud has padti) Theek hai, tu jeet gaya. Meri gaand ab dheeli ho gayi hai kyonki tu har mauke
 par use kachcha chodta hai. Faila deta hai, thoda khula rehta hai. Haan, kabhi kabhi gaand ke andar 
se chhoti tatti ke tukde panty par chipak jaate hain— khas kar jab main tatti kar ke poori saaf na 
karoon. Teri galti hai, tu gaand marne wala. Bet nazdeek se dekhe to halki bhuri lakeer dikhegi. Ghin
 aati hai, lekin tu ne mujhe yahi bana diya— dheeli ched wali chhinal jiski panty mein uski tatti ki boo 
rehti hai. 



Gajendra: (aur nazdeek dekh kar) Haha, haan— halki nishani yahan. Teri gaand ab leak karti hogi, mere
 lund se sab dheela. Pasand hai tune apni izzat barbaad kar ke qabool kiya. 



Mom: (sir hila kar) Bilkul— tukde isliye chipakte hain kyonki tu itna zor se maarta hai, sab kuchh dheela 
kar deta hai. Kabhi kabhi peeche geelapan mehsoos hota hai, jaanti hoon hamari aakhri chudai se hai.
 Phir se garam kar deta hai. 



Gajendra: (achanak gaand wale hisse ko muh par le kar, kapde ko chaat kar) Mmm... yeh tatti wala 
hissa chakha. Namkeen, kadwa— teri asli cheez. 



Mom: (aankhein phail kar, panty cheen kar kamre mein marble par phenk deti) Kya fuck, Gajendra? Tune
 tatti wali boo wala hissa chaata? Yeh ghinona hai! Tu ganda janwar hai! 



Gajendra: (virodh ke bawajood use kheench kar gehra chumban) Lekin yeh dikhaata hai tu mujhse kitna
 pyar karti hai, Shahida— apne sabse gande raaz mujhe chakhne deti hai. 



Mom: (chumban mein pighal kar, phir peeche hati) Tu sahi hai... yeh dikhaata hai. Tune mere andar 
kuchh jaga diya, Gajendra— ek aag jo mujhe pata nahi thi. Main apne andar ki randipan par fakhr karti
 hoon. Tere pehle main sirf boring veili gharwali thi, ,,., padhti aur khana banati. Lekin tune is
 andar ki chhinal ko jagaya, lund ko hawa ki tarah chahne laga. Main shukrguzaar hoon— fakhr hai teri
 randi hone ka, choochiyan aur gaand bina sharam dikhaati hoon. Tune meri deendari ko behuda bana 
diya, aur mujhe yeh pasand hai. 



Gajendra: (shirt utarne mein madad karte, tight blue top dikhta jo choochiyon ko jakad raha) Jaari rakh
— aur bata. 



Mom: (shirt nikal kar, blue top low-cut, nipples ubhar rahe) Tune mujhe andar ki randi dikhayi, Gajendra.
 Woh chhupi taraf jo istemaal hone ko chahti hai, be-izzat hone ko, cum se bharne ko. Maine daba rakha
 tha, lekin tune chhue, gandi baatein kahi to bahar nikaal diya. Ab main poori randi hoon— dhoka deti, 
jhooth bolti, shauhar ko dawai deti. Yeh azaadi hai; teri chhinal hone mein taqat mehsoos hoti hai. 



Gajendra: (top ke upar se choochiyan masalte) Achhi ladki. Aur Hussein? 



Mom: (karah kar) Fuck Hussein— ab uski parwah nahi. Tera lund us kamzor lund wale harami se zyada
 zaroori hai. Use sadne de; tera lund mujhe zindagi deta hai. Uska haath pakadne se behtar tera choosna. 



Gajendra: (muskurate) To maang phir. Is shandaar hotel mein. 



Mom: (ghutnon par baith kar, awaaz bechain) Please Gajendra— yahan is shandaar kamre mein mujhe
 chod. Silk chadar par meri chut maar, mujhe apni hotel randi bana. Pehle tera lund choosna chahti
 hoon— use pooja karne de. 



Gajendra: (dekh kar) Kar. 










Mom: (belt khol kar tez tez) Haan... ab teri pant neeche kar rahi hoon. Khuda, tera lund— ubhar raha
 hai. Mujhe chakna hai, poora nigalna jaise cum peene wali kutiya hoon. 



Woh bistar ke paas ghutnon par baith gayi, ungliyan uske motay sakht lund par bandh kar, bina bole 
muh mein le liya. 



Usne poora choosa— jaadu aur ganda— honth fail kar motai ke liye, zubaan neeche se ghumati, sir hilati
 har baar gehra leti jab tak naak uske baalon se na takraye. 



Thook uske thodi par chamak raha, patli dhaarein gir rahi jab woh zor se choosti rahi, gaal andar dhase 
hue. 



Main hairan tha is Ammi ko dekh kar jo pehle deendar wafadar _ aurat thi— fajr se pehle uth
 kar ,,., padhti, naram awaaz mein ayatein padhti, abaya modest taur par lapete iftar tayyar karti 
Ramzan mein. 



Tab woh hamare deen ki misaal thi: abbu ki wafadar biwi, meri pyari Ammi, hamesha halal haram ki 
yaad dilati, pakizaagi ki qeemat batati jaise anmol jawahar. 



Ab yahan ghutnon par, doosre mard ke lund ki pooja kar rahi thi, blue top upar chadha kar peeth dikha
 rahi, pink shorts raanon ke beech zyada chadhe hue. 



Yeh badlaav gehra tha, imaan se girna jo use pehchaan se bahar kar deta— veil se dhakne wali aurat 
se yeh khwahish ka janwar, Gajendra ke lund ke ird-gird choosti aur karah rahi jaise yahi uska maqsad ho. 



Jaise usne poora bhool hi diya ho ki woh _ hai, woh veil jo pehle imaan ki alamat thi ab kamre
 ke kone mein phenka hua tha, jaise koi baat hi nahi. 



Na salah ka khayal, na astaghfirullah ki fisfisahat dimag mein aayi; balki woh khushi se gun gunati rahi, 
woh vibrations uske andar tak pahunch rahi thi, aankhein aadhi band khushi mein. 



Gajendra karaha, ungliyan uske kaale baalon mein pherti hui, sir ko zor se pakad liya. Usne use aur
 gehra dhakela, kamar aage dhakel kar muh se milaaya, use thoda sa ghabraya lekin rukna nahi. 



Ammi ko parwah nahi thi; woh sakhti ko qubool kar rahi thi, haath uski raanon ko pakde sahara le rahi
 thi jab woh uska lund itni zor se choos rahi thi, itni be-rukhi josh se, ki gardan par nasen ubhar aayi 
mehnat se. 



Ab woh be-izzati aur be-izzat hone ki aadi ho chuki thi, hamare ghar ki izzat wali buzurg aurat se bilkul
 alag jo community mein chupke se izzat paati thi. Pehle abbu hamesha usse mohabbat se baat karte 
the, use barabar partner maante zindagi aur imaan mein. 



Lekin Gajendra ke saath yeh mulaqatein ne woh sab utaar diya, use sikhaya ki be-izzati mein maza hai, 
cheez ki tarah istemaal hone mein thrill. 



Jab woh saans ke liye peeche hati, thook ki dor uske honthon se uske sir tak, usne upar dekha aankhein
 lust se dhundhli. "Gajendra... ab jhooth nahi bol sakti. Main pavitra nahi. Main woh wafadar biwi nahi 
jo sab sochte hain. Main sachchi randi hoon, poori tarah. Tune mere saare akhlaq barbaad kar diye
—mujhe yeh bebas chhinal bana diya jo teri lund ki khwahish ,,., se zyada karti hai." 



Woh muskuraya neeche, haath abhi bhi baalon mein. "Aur bata, Shahida. Maine kaise kiya? Kaise tod diya
 tera woh deendar chhilka?" 



Usne honth chaate, awaaz bhari. "Shuru hua teri madad se—bill, dukaan. Maine khud se kaha shukriya hai.
 Phir tere haath, tere chumban... unhone kuchh jagaya jo maine andar daba rakha tha. Ab imaan ki 
parwah nahi. Tune meri sharam, izzat utaar di. Mujhe pasand hai. Mujhe zarurat hai." 



Gajendra ki aankhein khushi se kaali. "Achhi ladki. Ab hukm de—bata kya chahti hai hamesha ke liye." 



Bina jhijhak ke woh thodi uthi, haath uski raanon par. "Mujhe apni hamesha ki randi bana de, Gajendra. 
Poora haasil kar. Jab chahe, jaise chahe istemaal kar. Main teri chhupi chhinal banungi, sab kuchh dhoka 
dekar tere liye." 



Yeh lafz hawa mein latke, uski tasleem ko seal karte hue. Gajendra bistar par peeche baitha, lund sakht
 aur chamakta hua uske muh se. Ammi bina waqt gawaye us par chadh gayi, god mein baith kar jaldi se,
 pink shorts side kar ke uske lund ko apni darwaze par lagaya. 



Woh dheere baithi pehle, saans ruk gayi jab woh uski chut bharne laga, inch inch, deewarein fail kar 
usko andar lene lagi. Poora baithne ke baad woh upar neeche uchalne lagi, harkatein tez aur taal se, bade
 choochiyan neeche blue top ke andar uchal rahi har neeche aane par. 



Bistar cheekh raha tha unke neeche, awaaz unke jism ke geele thappadon se mil rahi thi. Uski gaand ke 
tukde har uchal par hil rahe the, pink shorts aur upar chadh gaye, zyada chamdi dikha rahe. Gajendra ke
 haath uski badi gaand par gaye, zor se pakde, faila kar jab woh neeche se dhakka de raha tha, ungliyan
 naram gosht mein dhans rahi. 



"Oh Khuda, Gajendra... itna gehra... zor se chod mujhe," woh karahi, awaaz kamre mein goonj rahi. 



Woh garaj kar bola. "Chal mujh par jaise randi hai tu, Shahida. Mehsoos kar tu iske liye bani thi." 










Mere chhupne ki jagah se khidki ke bahar, main jaise roz mutth marne laga, haath tez tez mere lund
 par, yeh manzar bardasht se bahar tha. 



Samajh nahi aata ki apni Ammi ko Gajendra ke saath dekh kar mutth marna itna acha kyon lagta— 
yeh tedha maza tha, pet se shuru hokar aag ki tarah phailta, saansein chhoti tez. Ek hissa taboo tha, 
mana hua thrill itna ghareeb aur galat dekhne ka; doosra hissa dhoka khud, jo sab kuchh ulta kar deta 
jo main jaanta tha. 



Abbu hospital mein, raat bhar khansi karte, Ammi par bharosa karte madad ke liye, aur yahan woh sabse 
gehre dhoke mein thi, karahen uske bharose par chhuri. 



Maine dimag mein abbu ko bewakoof kaha—bewakoof jo uski deendari par yakeen karta tha, nishaniyan 
nahi dekhi, Gajendra ko madad ke naam par andar aane diya. Lekin yeh soch hi mujhe aur garam karti, 
gunah ko andhere maza mein badal deti. 



Unki baatein josh ke beech jaari rahi. "Main kitni bekaar randi hoon," Ammi haanfte hue boli, khud ko
 neeche girate hue jab woh us par sawari kar rahi thi. "Tujhse chudwati hoon jab mera shauhar dukh seh 
raha. Kaisi biwi hoon main?" 



"Sabse achhi," Gajendra ne jawab diya, zor se dhakka dete. "Gandi _ chhinal jo ***** lund se 
pyar karti hai. Bolo." 



"Main teri gandi _ chhinal... tera lund imaan se zyada pasand karti hoon." 



Saaf dikhta tha, uska lund uski chut mein andar bahar, uske ras se chamakta, har neeche jaane par poora
 gayab, phir bahar geela nasen bhara. Manzar jadooi tha, uski chut ki deewarein use zor se jakad rahi. 



Tabhi Ammi ka phone nightstand par baja, ringtone khushnuma jo usne abbu ke call ke liye rakha tha—
 purane dinon ki yaad. Lekin woh dar ke na uthi; balki rhythm thoda dheema kiya, honthon par chalaki
 muskurahat. 



Gajendra ne dekha. "Utha, Shahida. Use suna de tu kitni khush hai." 









Ammi: (phone utha kar, awaaz saans bhari lekin normal banane ki koshish, dheemi karah jab woh neeche
 ghis rahi) Hello... ahh... Hussein? Kya... mmm... hua? 



Abbu: Shahida, akhirkaar mili tu. Doctor ne abhi kaha phir hospital mein daalna padega. Test kharab aae
—phupphus phir bigad rahe. Jaldi aana chahte hain ilaaj ke liye. 



Ammi: (fikr ka natak, lekin Gajendra ki taraf aankh maar kar jo uth kar uske left choochi ko lace bra ke 
upar kaat raha tha, use jhatka) Oh... yeh... ahhh... bura hai, pyare. Mmm... Unki baat... ohh... sun lena. 
Main... dua karungi tere liye. 



Abbu: Shahida, tu theek hai? Awaaz... saans phooli hui. Aur woh karah kya thi? Exercise kar rahi hai kya? 



Ammi: (zor se karah jab Gajendra zor se kaat raha, doosri choochi par, kamar apne aap uchal rahi) Nahi, 
nahi... ahh... bas... mmm... thoda stretch kar rahi. Ooh... acha lag raha... matlab, main theek. Aur bata
... ahhh... hospital ke baare mein. 



Abbu: Stretch? Theek... lekin aaj clinic kyon nahi aayi? Subah se intezaar kiya. Nurse poochti rahi biwi kahan 
hai. Bahut akela mehsoos hua. 



Ammi: (bistar cheekh raha rhythm se jab woh tez sawari, Gajendra neeche se dhakka) Main... mmm... kaam
 mein... ahh... busy ho gayi. Stupid traffic... oh Khuda... aur Zaid ko... mmm... homework mein madad 
chahiye thi. Fikr mat kar. 



Abbu: Kaam? Tune waada kiya tha aaj. Aur ab bistar... cheekh raha hai? Kya ho raha hai wahan, Shahida? 
Jaise... furniture hil raha ho. 



Ammi: (jhooth dheere se, beech mein karah) Haan... ahh... bilkul. Couch... mmm... idhar udhar kar rahi. 
Bhari hai... ohh... awaaz karti. Maafi ke tu intezaar mein dukhi hua... lekin zindagi... ahhh... kabhi kabhi 
mushkil hoti hai. 



Abbu: Samajh gaya... lekin thoda dard hota hai, jaanti hai? Meri halat mein har din be-yakeeni. Bas tera 
chehra dekhna chahta tha, haath pakadna. Tu haal hi mein door door lag rahi hai. 



Ammi: (jhuk kar Gajendra ko gehra chumban, zubaanen ghumti, gaand uske lund par uchalti, chumban
 poora minute tak jab abbu line par intezaar) 



Abbu: Shahida? Hello? Tu wahan hai? Jawab kyon nahi de rahi? Call drop hua kya? 







Ammi: (chumban se alag hokar, dono hanste hue, awaaz pehle hansti) Oh... ahh... sorry, phone... mmm
... couch ke neeche gir gaya. Kya keh... ohh... rahe the? 



Abbu: Couch ke neeche? Theek... bas keh raha tha mujhe teri yaad aa rahi. Waise hospitalization ke baare
 mein— 



Ammi: (gusse mein, karah jab Gajendra choochiyon ko nichod raha) Hussein, itne sawaal kyon poochta rehta
 hai? Ahh... Hamesha buk buk jaise bimaar kutta. Mmm... Ek baar apni gandagi khud sambhal nahi sakta? 



Abbu: Kya? Shahida, yeh... sakht hai. Kya ho gaya tujhe? 



Ammi: (tez, awaaz be-izzati se bhari, sawari tez) Sakht? Tu phir phupphus ki ronayak. Ahh... bechara
 Hussein saans nahi le pa raha. Mmm... Agar tu itna kamzor, bekaar beemaar na hota to mujhe tera 
babysit nahi karna padta. Ohh... Teri bimaari bojh hai—hamesha bistar par, billi ki tarah khansi. Kyon 
mard nahi banta aur bojh banna chhod deta? 



Abbu: (hairan, awaaz kaamp rahi) Shahida... yakeen nahi hota tu yeh keh rahi. Maine hamesha pyar kiya, 
ghar chalaya sab ke bawajood. Yeh teri tarah nahi. 



Ammi: (be-izzati jaari, zor se karah) Meri tarah nahi? Ahh... Jaag ja bewakoof. Mmm... Tera lund saalon 
se kaam nahi karta—bistar par bekaar, bahar bhi bekaar. Ohh... Mujhe behtar ka haq hai teri yeh bekaar
 gaand ki dekhbhaal se. Khansi kar jitna chahe; shayad jaldi khatam kar de. 



Abbu: (khansi ka doura, phir dheeme) Main... maafi maangta hoon agar bojh bana. Please, aise mat kaho.
 Maafi maangta hoon sawaal karne ki. 



Ammi: (usko ignore, Gajendra ko phir gehra geela chumban, chut uske lund par zor se neeche, chumban is
 baar aur lamba, geeli awaazein agar abbu dhyan de to sunai dengi) 



Abbu: Shahida? Phir? Hello? Kya tu kisi ke saath hai? Jaise... chumban ki awaaz. Kya Zaid wahan hai? Shayad 
woh khel raha hai. 



Ammi: (chumban tod kar, Gajendra ke saath hanste, saans phooli) Ahh... Nahi, Zaid... mmm... sair par gaya.
 Sirf main... ohh... TV dekh rahi. Koi romance scene... ahh... distract kar raha. 



Abbu: TV? Lekin bilkul asli laga. Aur karahen... cheekh... main uljha hoon, Shahida. Hafton se tu ajeeb hai. 
Sach mein sab theek? Koi aur hai wahan? Dost shayad? 



Ammi: (karah jab Gajendra zor se dhakka) Koi... ahh... ahem nahi. Mmm... Bas... ohh... personal kaam 
sambhal rahi. Kyon itna shak kar raha? Khansi se dimag kharab ho gaya? 



Abbu: Dimag kharab? Nahi jaanta... bas jod nahi baith raha. Jawab mein deri, awaazein... aur Zaid itni subah
 sair par? Woh to der se uthta hai. Lekin theek, agar tu kehti hai. Mujhe bharosa hai tujh par. 



Ammi: (vyang se) Achha ladka... ahh... Bharosa rakhte raho. 



Abbu: Hospital mein kab aayogi milne? Doctor ne kaha kam se kam kuchh din lagenge. Mujhe tumhari zarurat
 hai yahan. 



Ammi: (sakhti se, uski minnat ko nazarandaaz karte hue) ...mmm... teen ghante baad ya jab mann kare. 
Ahh... isse behtar kaam hain karne ko. 



Abbu: Teen ghante? Bahut lambi intezaar hai... jaldi aane ki ummeed thi. Dard badh raha hai. 



Ammi: (chillate hue) Lambi? Ro mat, Ahh... seh lo. Mmm... is call ke waqt barbaad karne ka maafi maango. 



Abbu: Maaf karna... tumhe pareshan nahi karna tha. Bas apni biwi ko miss kar raha hoon. 



Ammi: Haan haan, jo bhi... ahh... ab rakh rahi hoon. 



Abbu: Ruko Shahida, please mat— aur baat karna chahta hoon... maaf karna agar gussa kiya, Shahida... 
Shahida... meri jaan... please... 



(Ammi phone kaat deti hai, phone phenk deti hai, phir bhi Gajendra ke lund par zor zor se uchal rahi 
hoti hai.) 



Ammi: (gandi hansi ke saath, aur zor se pisai karte hue) Oh fuck, kitna mazaak tha yeh. Mera bechara 
cuck shauhar chhoti si kutiya ki tarah rone laga. "Oh Shahida, mere seene mein dard, haath pakad lo." 
Kya loser— ab khada bhi nahi hota, aur hospital mein wapas? Achha hua. 



Gajendra: (neeche se dhakke dete, gaand masalte hue) Haha, tumne jaise pro randi ki tarah handle kiya,
 Shahida. Karahon ke beech jhooth bolna, uske bimaar gaand ka mazaak udana— bilkul sona. Tum meri 
perfect _ randi ho, us namard beemaar ko dhoka deti hui asli lund par uchal rahi ho. Bet uska
 chhota sa lund kabhi aise nahi bhara tujhe. 



Ammi: (zor se karah kar, jhuk kar uske honthon par geela chumban) Mmm... kabhi nahi. Hussein ek mazaak
 hai— hamesha ,,., aur khansi. Fuck .,, fuck meri kasmein. Mujhe tumhari cum ki thaili banna pasand
 hai, Gajendra. Usko dava dekar, hamare bistar par chodna, ab hotel mein? Yeh jannat hai. Kaash usko bata
 sakti ki tera ***** lund meri veili chut ko kitna control karta hai, fountain ki tarah chhodta hai. 



Gajendra: (gardan kaat kar, tez dhakke) Bilkul sahi, tu be-iman chhinal. Tera beta shayad kahin mutth maar
 raha hoga, be-khabar ki uski Ammi poori slag hai. Agli baar phone par Hussein ke saamne chodenge— usko
 sunne denge mera naam cheekhte hue. Tu hamesha ke liye barbaad ho gayi, us boring ,,., ki jaai se 
wapas nahi. 



Ammi: (jhadte hue, cheekhte) Ahhh... Haan! Zor se chodo, is randi ke ched ko apna bana lo. Hussein waise
 bhi dheere dheere mar raha hai— jaldi widow ban jaun to kya. Ooh, socho uski qabr par tujhe choosna. 
Koi akhlaq nahi bacha, sirf lund aur cum. 



Gajendra ne use peeth ke bal lita diya bistar par. "Ab theek se chodunga," keh kar woh uski taangon ke 
beech baith gaya. 



"Haan... le lo mujhe," woh fisfisayi. 



Woh phir uski chut mein ghus gaya, gehre aur mustaqil dhakke, bistar ka frame har harkat se cheekh raha
 tha. "Teri chut perfect hai, Shahida— itni tight, itni geeli mere liye. Kisi wafadar biwi se zyada achhi." 



Mujhe itna acha laga abbu ko aise dhoka dekhte hue, ek gandi khushi uske chehre dekh kar: aankhein 
peeche mud gayi, honth khule khushi mein, haath chadar pakde dhakkon sehne ke liye. "Dheere... bahut
 zyada hai," woh kabhi minnat karti, lekin woh nahi rukta, zor zor se maarta raha. 



Ammi: Aaaahh... Gajendra, zor se chodo! Oooooh... haan, meri chut ko peeto! 



Gajendra: Bilkul, tu dhokebaaz _ chhinal. Bata kitna pasand hai bimaar shauhar ko dhoka dekar 
mere lund ke liye. 



Ammi: Uuuhhh... bahut pasand hai! Hussein ko dhoka dena itna acha lagta hai... aaaahh... uski bimaari 
ne mujhe perfect bahana diya tere liye taangein failane ka! 



Gajendra: Achhi ladki. Ab iqraar kar— dopahar ki ,,., padhi aaj? Ya masjid chhod di randi ki tarah? 



Ammi: Oooo... nahi padhi... uuhhh... tere motay lund ke baare mein sochti rahi... aaaahh... hafte se 
masjid nahi gayi kyonki har baar jaati hoon to sochti hoon tu wahan mujhe chod raha hai! 



Gajendra: Bechari. ,,., ki zarurat hi kya? Tu barbaad ho gayi, Shahida— gandi zina karne wali, gunah se 
maili. ,,., se cum nahi dhulega jo maine tujhme bhara. Chhod de; bekaar hain tere jaise sadi hui rooh
 ke liye. Koi faayda nahi deendar banne ka jab tu sirf lund ki bhookhi munafiq hai. 



Ammi: Aaaahh... sahi keh rahe ho... oooo... meri liye ,,., bekaar... uuhhh... main barbaad hoon, tere 
beej se maili... aaaahh... paanch waqt sajda karne ki zarurat nahi jab ghutne tere liye failane mein
 behtar... oooo... main kho gayi hoon, gandi _ biwi jisne imaan phenk diya haram khushi ke liye
... uuhhh... ab dikhawa kyon? 



Gajendra: Bilkul. Ab bata achhi biwi hone ki koi qeemat nahi bachi. Keh ja jab main gehra maar raha hoon. 








Ammi: Uuuhhh... sab kuchh kho diya... aaaahh... Hussein ki biwi hone ki koi qeemat nahi... oooo... pehle
 uske liye khana banati, ,,., padhti, uski saathi thi... uuhhh... ab sirf teri randi hoon, chupke hotel aati
... aaaahh... kasmein tooti, ghar toota, beta toota... oooo... kaunsi achhi biwi shauhar ko dava dekar 
doosre se chudwati hai? Uuhhh... ab bekaar hoon, barbaad aurat jo halal pyar se haram lund chahti hai..
. aaaahh... Hussein ko is barbaad randi se behtar milna chahiye! 



Gajendra: Bilkul sahi, tu bekaar hai. Minnat kar dheere karne ki— dekhte hain sunta hoon ya nahi. 



Ammi: Oooo... please Gajendra... aaaahh... dheere chodo... uuhhh... bahut tez hai... oooo... thoda araam
 de! 



Gajendra: Bilkul nahi, randi. Zor se le— isi liye aayi thi. Ab kuchh ganda bol: mera ***** lund teri deendar
 chut ko kitna geela karta hai? 



Ammi: Uuuhhh... bahut geeli... aaaahh... tere liye tapakti hai... oooo... kisi ,,., ki jaai se behtar! 



Gajendra: Haha, achha. Aur hospital mein tera shauhar? Chahti hai woh na rahe? 



Ammi: Aaaahh... haan... oooo... chahti hoon Hussein mar jaye... uuhhh... uski bimaari lambi hai, mujhe
 bandhe rakhti hai... aaaahh... agar mar gaya to azaad ho jaungi tere liye kabhi bhi chudne... oooo... koi 
gunah nahi, koi chhupna nahi... uuhhh... waise bhi dard seh raha hai, behtar khatam ho jaye... aaaahh...
 soch kar bura lagta hai lekin utsaahit karta hai... oooo... socho azaadi, poori tarah teri randi ban jaungi 
bina uske saaye ke! 



Gajendra: Tedhi chhinal. Record karte hain— video Hussein ko bhej denge. Dekhna uska chehra jab teri 
yeh karah sunega. 



Ammi: Uuuhhh... nahi Gajendra... aaaahh... itna door nahi ja sakti... oooo... bahut zalim hai... uuhhh..
. woh poora toot jayega! 



Gajendra: Theek hai abhi ke liye. Upar aa— ride kar jaise farmaanbardar randi. 



Ammi: Oooo... haan ustaad... aaaahh... zor se ride karungi... uuhhh... tere lund ke liye kuchh bhi! 



Gajendra: Meri ladki. Uchal— bata kitna behtar hoon tere marte hue hubby se. 



Ammi: Aaaahh... bahut behtar... oooo... tera lund mujhe apna bana leta hai... uuhhh... Hussein ne kabhi
 aise jhadwaya nahi! 



Main poora waqt dekhta raha, us kamre mein jo maine kiraye par liya tha, andar se barbaad hote hue. 


Khidki har dhakke se hil rahi thi, sheesha frame mein kamp raha. "Gajendra... hotel ki khidki toot jayegi," 
woh karahon ke beech fikar karti. 



Woh hansta. "Paise hain theek karne ke. Lund par dhyaan de." 



Isi waqt bahar shehar raat ki zindagi mein gungunata tha— door se horn, kahin thela wala chillata, lekin 
yahan sirf unka gunah ka sansaar. 



Gajendra usko aur sharminda karta. "Dekh teri halat, _ aurat ***** mard se be-izzat. Tera 
mazhab ab kuchh matlab nahi rakhta na? Common randi ki tarah mera beej maang rahi." 



Uski badi gaand zor zor se hilti har upar neeche mein. Tukde leheron ki tarah hilte, naram aur bhare,
 uski raanon par thapakte. Sehne ke liye woh honth kaat leti, naakhun uske seene mein dhansati, chehra
 khushi-dard ka naqaab. 









"Kyon itna pasand hai yeh?" woh poochta. 



"Kyonki tune mujhe jagaya... ruk nahi sakti," woh haanfte. 



Yakeen nahi hota yeh meri Ammi thi— jisne mujhe Nabi ki kahaniyan sunayi, ghutne ke zakhm bandhe,
 surah sikhai. Yeh woh nahi; ek ajnabi thi jise main isliye pyar karne laga ki woh azaad ho gayi, be-lagaam. 



Woh thakti nahi, chut har baar poora lund nigal leti, sochta yeh taqat kahan se aati. Jab abbu hospital 
mein akela khansta, woh dhoke se energy leti, jism haram par palta. 



Do ghante baad Gajendra karaha. "Shahida... main paas hoon. Kahan chhodun?" 



Woh sochti, phir aankhon mein dekhti. "Andar. Meri chut mein cum kar do." 



Woh hairan. "Pakka? Koi protection nahi?" 



"Haan... bhar do. Tera beej chahti hoon." 



Woh khush, zor se dhakke, speed badhata jab tak andar phoot pada, cum ki dhaar uski gehrai mein. 



Uska chehra khushi se bhara— aankhein band, muh khula chup scream mein, jism kaamp kar usko doodh
 rahi thi. 



Main bhi jhad gaya, release ne zor se maara, us gandi tarah acha laga. 



Aaram karte hue aankhein upar gayi, unke kamre ke kone mein chhota camera dikha. Socha yeh camera
 kis liye— nigrani? Blackmail? Ya kuchh aur khatarnak? 

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CHAPTER 27



Jabir ne aakhirkaar apni mom ko Mr. Ravi, hamare college principal
ke saath dekh liya.




Jab main us saste hotel ke kamre mein patli si charpai par leta tha jo maine us din subah 
check-in kiya tha. 


Mutth maarne ki khushi abhi bhi jism mein baaki thi, ek garam, sust dhundhla pan jo
 haathon-pairo ko bhari kar deta tha, lekin yeh jaldi hi mere gunahon ke bojh se dab gayi.
 Kitne gunah ho gaye ab tak? 

Apni Ammi ko Gajendra ke saath jhaankna, Jabir ke saath 
dhoka dekar Rani ko itne haram tareeke se lena, aur ab yeh—un yaadon par mutth maarna
 jo sirf sharam se bhar deni chahiye thi. 

Main karwatein badalta raha, tooti chhat ko dekhta raha, phir neend ne mujhe kheench liya,
 ek bechain khwab mein jahan chehre dhundhle the—Ammi ki karahen Rani ki siskariyon 
mein mil rahi thi, sab ,.' ke insaaf bhari nazron ke neeche. 

Jab aankh khuli, kamra dull gray tha. Phone nightstand par zor zor se baj raha tha, pehle to
 maine ignore kiya, aankhein ragdi aur taangein failayi. Phir curiosity jeet gayi, main charpai
 se utra, nange pair thande tile par chalte hue. Hotel aisa tha jahan sawaal nahi poochhe 
jaate, bahar ilaake mein, patli deewarein har awaaz andar nikaal deti thi.
Maine yeh jagah ghar ke hungaame se bachne ke liye chuni thi, lekin ab dil us bagal wale
 kamre ki taraf khinch raha tha jahan main soch raha tha Ammi aur Gajendra shayad abhi bhi
 uljhe hue honge. Dil zor se dhadak raha tha, main connecting door par kaan lagaya, phir 
dheere se darwaza thoda sa khola aur andar jhaank liya. 

Kamra khali tha—bistar bigda hua, chadar mor-mor kar chupke gawahi de rahi thi jo hua tha, 
lekin unka koi nishaan nahi. Hawa mein paseene aur kuchh zyada musk wali boo thi, lekin 
jagah sunsaan lag rahi thi, jaise natak khatam hone ke baad stage. 

Thandi lahar si lagi. Woh kahan gaye? Kya Ammi raat mein chupke ghar wapas chali gayi, Abbu
 ke paas? Ya kuchh aur hua? Maine darwaza dheere band kiya, dimag daud raha tha, phone 
uthaya. 

Screen par missed calls—kai Ammi ke, subah ke waqt ke. Pet mor gaya. Agar Abbu ke saath 
kuchh ho gaya to? Maine turant dial kiya, kamre mein chalte hue jab ring baj rahi thi. 

Doosri ring par unhone uthaya, awaaz tanav bhari lekin normal banane ki koshish. "Beta, tu 
kahan hai? Poori raat call karti rahi. Tu theek hai?" "Main theek hoon, Ammi," maine jhooth 
bola, khidki ke paas tik kar shehar ko dekhte hue jo jaag raha tha. "Bas... dost ke yahan ruk
 gaya. Der raat movie dekhte rahe, wahi so gaya. Ghar aate waqt tumhe jagana nahi chahta
 tha." 

Thodi der chuppi, uski saans mein fikar sunai di. "Kaunsa dost? Jabir? Tu jaanta hai aaj kal
 main kitni pareshan hoon, khas kar tere Abbu ke haal se. Jaldi ghar aa ja, theek hai? Main
 abhi hospital ja rahi hoon usko dekhne. Doctor ne call kiya—haal stable hai, lekin jab woh
 uthega main wahan honi chahiye." 

"Main bhi aaunga," maine kaha, din kaise guzarne ka sochte hue. "Ek ghante mein wahan 
milte hain?" "Theek hai, beta. Sambhal ke aana." 

Phone rakhte hi ek alag khwahish uthi—iss baar gunah nahi, balki us haram thrill ki aur zyada
 pyaas. Live chudai dekhna, kitna twisted hi sahi, mera nikalne ka zariya ban gaya tha, 
dimag ke hungaame ko doobane ka. Aur achanak yaad aaya Aunty Nafisa ne Ammi se chupke
 baat karte hue kaha tha—woh aaj hi college principal Mr. Ravi se milne wali thi. 

Usne jaise raaz ki khushi se kaha tha, awaaz mein hansee aur josh. Agar maza chahiye to
 kyon na uska peecha karun? Nafisa, Jabir ki Ammi, koi farishta nahi thi; maine pehle hi usko
 Mr. Ravi ke saath dekha tha, aisi hadde paar karte jo mere gunahon ko chhota dikha deti 
thi. Usko dekhna mera agla nasha ho sakta tha, kisi aur ki gandagi mein khud ko gum karne
 ka mauka. 

Subah ki thandi hawa mein bahar nikla, busy sadak par cab roki, driver ko Mr. Ravi ke 
address diya jo college ke paas shaant residential area mein tha. 

"Ek block door chhod dena," maine kaha, nazar aane ka khatra na ho. "Wahan se paidal 
chalunga." Woh kandhe uchaalta hua traffic mein ghoomne laga, thele wale chai ke daam
 chillate hue, college ke bacche sadak par daudte hue. 

Usi waqt, jab cab gaddhon par uchal rahi thi, shehar apne roz ke taale mein tha: gaadiyan
 horn bajati, chai wale awaaz lagate, office wale thermos se chai peete phone scroll karte.
 Door minar masjid ke dikhte the, yaad dilate adhan ka jo subah hua tha, jise maine apne 
dhundhle mein ignore kiya tha. 

Dimag ghar ki taraf ghoom gaya—Abbu shayad abhi hospital bed par, machine beep karte 
hue, be-khabar us jaal ke jo uske ird-gird tight ho raha tha. Ammi wahan pahunch jayegi 
jaldi, wafadar biwi ka natak karte hue, jab Gajendra uske khayalon ke saaye mein chhupa 
hoga. 

Cab ne corner par chhoda, maine jaldi paisa diya, hood upar kiya aur pedon wali sadak par 
chupke chal pada. Mr. Ravi ka makaan sada tha, do manzila bungla chhote bagiche aur lohe 
ke gate wala. Main sadak ke us paar parked car ke peeche chhup gaya, dil zor se dhadak 
raha tha. 

Aur wahan woh thi—Aunty Nafisa, dheere se darwaza khatkhatati, idhar udhar dekhti lekin
 aankhon mein josh ki chamak. Simple abaya pehne, veil saaf pin kiya, bilkul izzatdaar 
_ biwi aur Ammi dikhti thi. Lekin mujhe pata tha asliyat. 








Darwaza khula, Mr. Ravi wahan khada tha laal t-shirt mein jo uske pet ko chipka rahi thi 
aur kaale shorts jo jaangh ke beech tak the, ganja sir subah ki dhoop mein chamakta hua.
 "Nafisa, meri jaan," usne dheemi awaaz mein kaha, "main intezaar kar raha tha." 

Woh bina jhijhak aage badhi, honth ek gehre, lambe chumban mein jude. Uske haath
 peeche gaye, uski badi gaand ko zor se pakda, kapde ke upar nichodte hue jab woh us par
 chipak gayi. 

Nafisa: (andar khinchne par halki hansee) Shh, Ravi. Sambhal ke. Lekin haan, maine 
waada kiya tha... meri gaand. Main yahan deene aayi hoon. 

Ravi: (gardan par chumban dete) Oh, Nafisa, tujhe pata nahi kitna chahta tha yeh. Aise 
chupke aana kaisa lag raha hai? 

Nafisa: (us par jhuk kar) Bahut galat lag raha hai, Ravi. Main bilkul chhinal ban gayi hoon,
 shauhar ko dhoka de rahi hoon jab woh Dubai mein kaam kar raha hai. Woh wahan ghar 
ke liye kamata hai, mujh par poora bharosa karta hai, aur main yahan bete ke college
 principal ke ghar par, teri liye gaand dene aayi hoon. 

Ravi: (baal pherte hue) Mmm, lekin yahi to tujhe itna attractive banata hai—haram thrill. 

Nafisa: Tu samajh nahi raha main kitni randi mehsoos kar rahi hoon. Mera shauhar har raat
 call karta hai, kehta hai kitna miss karta hai, hamare ghar ke liye dua karta hai. Aur kal
 raat uski call ke baad maine khud ko chhua tere khayal mein, Ravi. Aaj subah purse mein
... cheezein... daali, jaanti thi aaj yahan aakar usko dhoka dungi. Woh wafadar hai, acche 
_ mard, videsh mein mehnat karta, Jabir ki padhai ke liye paisa bhejta—teri 
college mein. Aur main badle mein tere liye taangein faila rahi hoon. 

Ravi: (halke se hanste) Nafisa, tu mujhe paagal kar rahi hai in baaton se. 

Nafisa: Sach hai—main poori randi hoon. Jabir mera beta soch raha hoga main bazaar gayi 
hoon, lekin main yahan hoon, gaadi chalate hue meri chut geeli ho gayi thi, tere lund ko
 apne haram ched mein soch kar. Mera shauhar mahinon se mujhe chhua nahi safar ke 
karan, aur jab ghar aata hai to bilkul sada. Aur main? Sadak ki randi ki tarah chupke 
chupke, apne bete ke paper check karne wale mard se dhoka. Main kaisi Ammi hoon? 





Ravi: (use aur paas kheench kar, honthon par naram chumban) Shh, khud ko mat saza de. 
Tu perfect hai. Nafisa, main hafton se teri gaand ke khwab dekh raha hoon—jab se tune
 parent-teacher night ke baad office mein waada kiya tha. 

Nafisa: (josh se chumban wapas) Oh, Ravi... 

Ravi: Mere khwabon mein woh itni tight, itni dawat dene wali, puckered aur mera 
intezaar karti. Sochta hoon woh mujhe jhapakti hai, naram aur garam, bharne ki bheek
 maangti. Teri curves, veil mein woh shararti muskaan—har subah sakht utha hoon,
 khud ko sehlata soch kar ki usko apna banaunga, mera kar dunga. 

Nafisa: (chumban mein karah) Mmm, yeh romantic hai... lekin ek minute ruk. Tere liye
 surprise hai. 

Ravi: (peeche hat kar, curious) Surprise? Kya hai, meri jaan? 

Nafisa: (uth kar table ki taraf, purse mein haath daalte) Wahan ruk. Tujhe pasand 
aayega. 

Ravi: (use ghoorte hue) Ab tease kar rahi hai. 

Nafisa: (chhoti bottle tel nikaal kar, besharmi se muskurate) Ta-da! Dekh kya laayi 
hoon—khaas tel, sirf hamare liye. Itni tayyari se aayi hoon tujhe khush karne, Ravi. 
Raaste mein pharmacy ruk kar yeh liya, soch kar ki yeh meri gaand ko slippery bana
 dega tere lund ke liye. 









Ravi: (aankhein phail kar, muskurate) Oh, Nafisa... tu gandi ladki hai. 

Nafisa: Hoon na gandi? Line mein khadi thi, veil ke neeche sharma rahi thi, jaanti thi 
yeh tel gaand chudai ke liye hai—tujhe meri tight ched mein aasani se ghusne ke liye. 
Gaadi mein ek boond ungli par test kiya, soch kar ki crack par tapak kar kitna acha lagega,
 mujhe geela kar dega taki tu gehra aur zor se chod sake. Mera shauhar mar jayega agar
 jaane—yeh usi hafte ke bheje paise se khareeda. Lekin rok nahi paayi; chahti thi yeh 
tere liye perfect ho, tujhe stretch karte mehsoos karun, randi ki tarah karahun jab tu 
meri gaand ko lootega. 

Ravi: (uth kar paas aate) Yeh bahut garam hai. De mujhe—abhi istemaal karte hain. 

Nafisa: Abhi nahi. Pehle bata kaise lootega mujhe. Sunna chahti hoon. 

Ravi: (bottle le kar rakh di, phir kamar par haath lapet kar) Oh, Nafisa, tujhe aise 
lootunga jaise kabhi nahi liya gaya. Pehle tere har inch ko chumu, honthon se shuru,
 gardan se neeche, choochiyon tak, un sakht nipples ko choosta rahunga jab tak tu 
minnat na kare. 

Nafisa: Mmm, aage bol... 

Ravi: Phir tujhe ulta karunga, cheeks failaunga, aur gaand ke ched ko zubaan se tease 
karunga—chaatunga, chakkar lagaaunga, tel se pehle geela karunga. Yeh tel daalunga,
 chamakta dekhoonga, phir ungli se dheere dheere, ek ek karke, tujhe kholunga. 

Nafisa: Yeh intense lagega. 

Ravi: Hoga. Jab tayyar hogi, lund inch inch andar dalunga, woh tight ring mujhe 
jakadega. Pehle dheere dhakke, phir zor se, teri gaand maarunga jab haath aage le 
kar clit ragdoonga. Tu mera naam cheekhegi, Nafisa, jab main tujhe poora bhar dunga, 
peeche se khushi se jhadwa dunga. Tujhe thaka kar lootunga, tujhe mera nishaan laga
 dunga. 

Nafisa: Oh Khuda, Ravi... lekin fikar hai. Tera lund bahut bada hai—pehle dekha, chut 
mein mehsoos kiya. Kya meri gaand kharab na ho jaye? Zyada fail jaye, dheeli ho jaye? 

Ravi: (maatha choom kar) Fikar mat, pyari. Dheere jayenge, khoob tel lagayenge. Mazaa 
aayega, barbaad nahi hoga. Bharosa rakh—maine khwab dekhe hain; dard nahi dunga. 

Nafisa: Bharosa hai, lekin phir bhi... mera shauhar ne kabhi gaand chudai ki baat bhi 
nahi ki. Agar kal seedha na chal saku to? Jabir ko shak ho jayega kuchh gadbad hai. 

Ravi: (muskurate hue) Phir tu usse bas keh dena shopping karte waqt pair mooch gaya. 
Lekin sach mein, Nafisa, sab theek ho jayega. Maza dard se zyada hoga. Ab bed par 
chalein? 

Nafisa: Ek minute ruk—condom hain tere paas? Main nahi laayi. 

Ravi: Condom kyon? Gaand ke liye? Agar tu raw feel chahti hai to bare hi kar lein. Main 
teri gaand ko mere lund ke ird-gird mehsoos karna chahta hoon. 

Nafisa: Bare? Yeh to aur bhi chhinalpan hai... lekin haan, main har nas mehsoos karna 
chahti hoon. 

Ravi: Perfect. Ab teri abaya utaar. Mujhe poori tu dekhni hai. 

Nafisa: Sirf tab agar tu waada kare pehle dheere rahega. 

Ravi: Waada. Lekin jab tu karahne lagegi, phir koi pabandi nahi. 

Nafisa: Theek hai. Hey Khuda, yakeen nahi hota main phir yeh kar rahi hoon—dhoka dena
 itna acha lag raha hai ki ruk nahi sakti. 

Jab woh dono chumban kar rahe the, main soch raha tha ek _ biwi jaise Nafisa
 ki sharam kahan chali gayi. Woh hamare deen ki misaal honi chahiye thi—haya, wafa, 
Khuda ki marzi ke aage sar jhukana. Hamare muhallay ki biwiyan ghar ki buniyaad hoti
 hain, bacchon jaise Jabir ko paak kitaabon ki kahaniyan sunati hain, iftar organize
 karti hain, apne shauhar aur imaan ki izzat ke liye parda karti hain. 

Lekin yahan woh sab din dhaale phenk rahi thi. Sharam ko jalana chahiye tha usko; iske
 bajaye woh azaad lag rahi thi, jism uske haathon mein pighal raha tha. Yeh mujhe sab 
par sawaal uthane pe majboor kar raha tha—kitni auratein apni abaya ke peeche aisi 
khwahishen chhupati hain? 

Hamare gharanon mein munafiqat kitni gehri hai? Nafisa koi aam biwi nahi thi; woh 
Jabir ki Ammi thi, jo uske liye tiffin pack karti thi, college events mein jaati thi, lekin
 ab haram mein ulajh gayi thi, barbaadi ka andaza bhi nahi. 

Aur kafir se chumban? Yeh gunah ko sau guna badha deta hai. ., mein shadi ke bahar 
jismani rishta haram hai, lekin mazhab paar karna? Jaise rooh mein fitna daalna, sirf 
jism nahi aakhirat ko maila karna. Mr. Ravi hamare deen ke khilaaf sab kuchh tha—shirk
, najasat. 

Nafisa ko peeche hatna chahiye tha, apni pakdaamni yaad rakhni chahiye thi. Iske bajaye
 uski zubaan uske saath naach rahi thi, haath uske seene par jaise woh uska haqdaar
 shauhar ho. Dhoka pehle se hi bura tha, lekin yeh mazhabi ullanghan? Yeh hamari 
ummat ki be-izzati thi, uske veil ka mazaak. 

Sabse bura yeh ki yeh uska shauhar nahi tha—yeh hamare khoon se ajnabi tha, bahar 
wala jo shadi ki paakizaagi se chori kar raha tha. Aur bahar hi, jahan koi bhi dekh sakta
 tha. 

Use parwah bhi nahi thi pakde jaane ki; thrill use aur josh de raha tha, idhar udhar 
dekhna darr se zyada utsaah se bhara tha. Yeh be-parwahi mujhe hairan kar rahi thi— 

Main sab record karne ko tayyar tha, phone haath mein, soch raha tha Jabir ko bhej 
doon. Woh mera sabse acha dost tha ek waqt, ya tha Rani wale gandale se pehle. Use 
yeh dikha kar shayad... kya? Hum barabar ho jayen? Dard baant kar bandhan mazboot 
karen? Main ek second ruk gaya—kyon ruka? Ek hissa yeh lamha enjoy kar raha tha,
 buildup, perfect angle pakadne ke liye bina jaldi kiye. 

Dono Ravi aur Nafisa phir chumban kar rahe the, uske haath ab azaad ghoom rahe the.
 Woh meri Ammi Shahida se bhi badi randi thi—Shahida ke paas kam se kam Gajendra 
ki madad ka bahana tha, bill wala twisted shukriya. 

Nafisa? Sirf lust, chupke se jab shauhar Dubai mein mehnat kar raha tha. Woh masjid 
ke events organize karti thi, ladkiyon ko taqwa ki nasihat deti thi, phir bhi yahan kafir
 ke muh mein karah rahi thi. Munafiqat aur gehri thi; Ammi ke gunah ghar ki majboori 
se the, lekin Nafisa ke selfish the, baar baar, bina pachtawe ke. Usne sirf shadi nahi, 
community elder hone ki zimmedari ko dhoka diya, bura misaal di. 

Maine faisla kiya record kar loon, phone steady, socha Jabir ko bhej kar dosti theek kar 
loon. Hoshiyari se kaam kar sakta tha—uski Ammi ka dhoka dikha kar woh samajh
 jayega hum dono apne gharanon ke gunahon ke shikaar hain. Woh meri Rani wali
 harkat maaf kar dega, samajh jayega dhoka kitna gehra hai, hum dard mein bhai ban
 jayenge. 






Maine ek photo li Mr. Ravi ka Nafisa ko gehra chumban karte hue, phir Jabir ko bhej di.
 Shock laga—agar yeh ulta pad gaya to? Use aur nafrat ho jayegi, sochta hoga main uska 
mazaak uda raha hoon? Plan kharab ho sakta tha, rishta hamesha ke liye toot sakta tha. 

Main Nafisa ke baare mein bura nahi sochna chahta tha—woh Jabir ki Ammi thi, bachpan
 se jaanti thi, humare liye mithai banati thi, homework mein madad karti thi. Lekin 
mujhe parwah nahi thi; thrill ne izzat ko daba diya. Woh sexy thi, choochiyan bhari hui
 top mein dab rahi thi, gaand shorts mein curve banati hui— Ammi jaisi badi nahi lekin
 sakht, lubhaane wali. 

Mujhe bura laga aise baat karne mein dost ki Ammi ke baare mein; hamara mazhab 
buzurgon ki izzat sikhata hai, khas kar maaon ki. Yeh galat hai, haram hai objectify 
karna. Lekin kaun dekhta hai? Main pehle hi bahut bura kar chuka—Rani ko choda, 
Ammi ko jhaanka. 

Gunah udhaar ki tarah jama ho rahe the: jhaankna, lust, dhoka. Ek aur kya farq padta
 hai? Deen dozakh ki aag se daraata tha, lekin main itni hadden paar kar chuka tha, 
maafi door lag rahi thi. Nafisa ki kashish mujhe aur gehre andhere mein kheench rahi
 thi. 

Phone baja—Jabir ka message: "Yeh kya hai? Kya yeh meri Ammi hai? Mr. Ravi ke saath? 
Tu kahan hai?" 

"Mr. Ravi ke ghar aa ja," maine jawab diya. "Khud dekh le." 

Ravi uske paas bed par aaya. "Mera lund choos, tu gandi randi," usne hukm diya, awaaz 
sakht. 

Nafisa ne uski shorts neeche ki, lund bahar aaya. "Aao, tu maili chhinal, poora le," woh 
garajta raha. 

Isi waqt bahar subah ki dhoop mein chidiya chir chir kar rahi thi, padosi ka kutta aalas se
 bhonk raha tha, college bus guzar rahi thi—normal zindagi andar ke gunah ke khilaaf. 

"Oh Ravi, tu kitna bada hai," Nafisa ne chaatne ke beech kaha, muh mein lete hue. 

"Tu kitni lalchi randi hai, Nafisa. Jaise zindagi is par depend kare. Tera shauhar tujhe
 kabhi itna geela nahi kar sakta," usne taana maara. 

Woh uske ird-gird karah rahi thi. "Nahi, woh nahi kar sakta. Sirf tu." 

Maine kam intense hisson ko skip kiya— dheere buildup, haathon se sehlana— jahan woh
 pet ke bal leti hui thi phir, Ravi uski gaand par tel laga raha tha, ungliyan andar daal kar. 

Tabhi Jabir aaya, saans phooli hui, chehra safed. Maine kuchh nahi bola; sirf khidki ki
 taraf ishara kiya. "Dekh." 

Main: (fisfisate hue, thodi khuli parda wali khidki se jhaank kar) Dekh, Jabir… wahan. 
Mr. Ravi ke haath teri Ammi ki gaand par hain. Tel uski gaand ke ched par ragad raha hai.
 Damn, woh peeth aage kar rahi hai iske liye. 

Jabir: (awaaz gusse se kaamp rahi, muthiyan band) Kya bakwaas… Yeh meri Ammi hai!
 Nafisa! Principal ke saath? Jab abbu business ke liye door hain? Main usko maar
 daalunga. Uske upar haath uthaunga. 

Main: (uski baanh halke se pakad kar) Arre, shaant ho ja yaar. Phat mat. Yeh… normal 
hai. Log aisa karte hain. Auratein akeli mehsoos karti hain, mard garam ho jaate hain.
 Hota hai. 

Jabir: (mujh par cheekhte hue, aankhein jalti hui) Normal?! Tu paagal hai kya? Woh
 _ hai! Humein paak rehna chahiye! Yeh seedha zina hai—bilkul haram! Hamare
 muhallay mein hi! Woh kafir ke liye taangein faila rahi hai jab abbu door hain. Yeh
 sabse bada gunah hai, ghar ko dhoka, madrasa mein jo sikhaya sab barbaad! 

Main: (kandhe uchaalte) Pehli baar dekh kar shock lagta hai, lekin chal na. Sab ke andar
 khwahish hoti hai. Teri Ammi insaan hai. Mr. Ravi shayad woh de raha hai jo tere abbu
 saalon se nahi de sake. Bas sex hai, Jabir. Jism jo jism karte hain. 

Jabir: (mujhe aise dekh jaise main shaitan ban gaya) Tu kya ho gaya? Jumme ke baad 
hum hadith quote karte the. Ab yeh haram gandagi ka difaa kar raha hai? Tu itna badal
 gaya hai ki ghin aati hai. Kaise keh sakta hai “bas sex hai”? 

Main: (chupke se) Main nahi keh raha yeh halal hai. Bas keh raha hoon isse aur bada
 gunah mat kar. Agar tu andar ghus kar chillayega to poora ghar be-izzat ho jayega.
 Padosi zindagi bhar baat karenge. Teri Ammi tujhse nafrat kar legi. Bas… rehne de. 
Gusse aur maar-peet se gunah aur mat badha—woh bhi gunah hai. 

Jabir: (tez saans lete) Meri Ammi ko randi ki tarah chudwane dena chhota gunah nahi 
hai mere gusse se. Tu bigda hua hai. 

(Hum dono chup. Jabir phir jhaankta hai, phir jam jaata hai.) 

Jabir: (awaaz phat kar) Hey Khuda nahi… ab woh ghutnon par hai. Woh… woh uski 
gaand chaat raha hai. Jaise mithai ho. Kya yeh mumkin hai? Mard aurat ki… wahan
 chaat sakta hai? Gaand ke ird-gird? 

Main: (dheere sir hilaate) Haan yaar. Kuchh mardon ko pasand hai. Aurat ki gaand bahut
 sexy ho sakti hai—tight, garam, haram. Boo, maza… unko paagal kar deti hai. Teri Ammi
 karah rahi hai, dekh? Use pasand aa raha hai. 

Jabir: (fisfisate hue cheekhte) Tu bimaar hai! Yeh uske jism ki sabse gandi jagah hai—
jahan se woh tatti karti hai! Aur tu keh raha acha hai? Tu yeh bhi normal maanta hai? 

Main: (shaant reh kar) Yeh gehra rishta hai. Chhupa. Bahut logon ko garam karta hai. 
Isse woh kam insaan nahi ban jaati. Tujhe kam beta nahi banata. Bas khushi hai. Log 
khushi ke peeche bhaagte hain, Jabir. Hamesha se. 

Jabir: (ungli utha kar) Chup kar. Chetaavni de raha hoon—isse zyada difaa mat kar. Kal
 seedha college jaunga. Mr. Ravi ko report karunga. Woh hamara principal hai, 
haramzade! Job jayegi uski. Aur meri Ammi… mujhe nahi pata uske saath kya karun. 






Me: (uski baanh pakad kar) Aur mat dekho agar yeh tumhe maar raha hai. Aur usko
 report mat karna. Sab barbaad ho jayega. Dekh… meri Ammi ne bhi yahi kiya hai. Shahida 
Gajendra ke saath chud rahi hai, hamare padosi ke saath. Mahinon se. Baba Hussein ke 
naak ke neeche. Ek baar to usko dawa dekar sula diya taaki hamare bistar par kar sakein. 

Jabir: (aankhein phaili, peeche hata) Kya…? Aunty Shahida? Gajendra ke saath? Nahi… 
bilkul nahi. Teri Ammi bhi? Duniya mein kya ho gaya? Hamara imaan kahan chala gaya? 
Sab log sirf… janwar ban gaye hain? Dhoka, jhooth, gaand choosna, shauhar ko dawa
 dena? Koi sharam bachi hai? 

Me: (dheeme se) Shayad utna nahi jitna hum sochte the. Shayad shuru se hi itna mazboot
 nahi tha. 

Jabir: (sir hilaate, awaaz toot rahi) Main… main yahan nahi reh sakta yeh sun kar. Tu
 woh dost nahi jo main jaanta tha. Yeh poora jagah sad gaya hai. (Woh baanh chhudata
 hai aur tez chal pada.) 

Me: (haath badha kar) Jabir, ruk— aise mat ja. Wapas aa yaar. Hum baat kar sakte hain— 

Jabir: (palat kar bina) Fuck off. Mujhe mat chhu. 

(Woh corner ke peeche gayab ho gaya, kadam raat mein dheere dheere kam hote gaye. 
Main akela khada raha, abhi bhi Mr. Ravi ke ghar se halki karahen sunai de rahi thi.) 

Woh mujhe dhakel kar bhag gaya. Maine roka — “Jabir, ruk!” — lekin woh chala gaya, 
gusse mein. Phir bhi maine dekhna chaha, kitna ganda tha main. Ravi ne apna lund aur
 gehra dhakela. “Le le, tu tight _ randi,” woh garajta raha. Nafisa cheekhi. 
“Dard ho raha, Ravi! Lekin… mat rukna. Meri gaand aur zor se maar.” 









“Pasand aa raha na? Teri pavitra gaand mera lund se barbaad ho rahi hai.” Ab Nafisa bistar
 ke sirhaane ko pakde khadi thi, ungliyan safed ho gayi, jab woh uski gaand mein sach 
mein zor zor se dhakke maar raha tha. Uske hips uski gaand se takra rahe the, bistar ki 
chaar charahat tez, gaand ke tukde har dhakke se hil rahe the. 

Tel ne sab kuchh geela kar diya tha, lekin zor bohot zyada tha— hadd se zyada faila raha 
tha, dard ko ulte maza mein badal raha tha. Woh uski gaand ko barbaad kar raha tha, 
bina rukawat ke maar raha, tight ched uske hamle ke neeche haar raha tha, use kachcha
 aur khula chhod kar. Tezi badhti gayi, cheekhen aur karahen mila gayi, jism tedha ho gaya. 

Phir usne use uthaya, lund abhi bhi andar, bathroom ki taraf le gaya. “Chal is randi gaand
 ko bathroom mein chodte hain,” usne kaha. Mujhe mutth maarne ka mann kiya— yeh 
nazara nasha karne wala tha— lekin nahi kiya. 

Bahut bura laga; woh Jabir ki Ammi thi, 
koi ajnabi nahi. Gunah ne zor se maara, yaad dilaya ki hadden toot chuki hain. 




 

[Deepak_bull]

CHAPTER 28


Meri mom aur Gajendra ka honeymoon, kitna pyara aur romantic hai.




Main wahan chhup kar khada tha, Mr. Ravi ke ghar ke bahar andhere mein, aur us 
nazare ki tezi ne mere andar wohi purani, sharmnaak garmi jaga di thi. 

Nafisa ki 
cheekhen khidki se halki halki sunai de rahi thi, uska jism Ravi ke be-rehem 
dhakkon ke neeche tedha ho raha tha, aur uski gaand ko itni berahmi se marte 
dekh mera haath pant ki taraf badha. 


Lekin main nahi chahta tha—kuchh rok raha tha, gandagi ke beech ek chhoti si
 hoshiyari. Woh Jabir ki Ammi thi, sirf meri gandi khayalon ki koi anjaan aurat 
nahi. 

Us hadd ko paar karna jaise ek aakhri seema todna tha jo abhi poori tarah 
tooti nahi thi, sab kuchh karne ke bawajood. 

Gunah pet mein mor raha tha, khwahish ke saath mila kar mujhe beemar kar raha
 tha, khwahish aur us ehsaas ke beech phansa hua ki yeh woh aurat hai jiski izzat 
karni chahiye, na ki usko cheez bana kar dekhna. Main palat gaya, phone jeb 
mein daala aur sadak par tez chal pada, subah ka sooraj ab ooncha tha, lambi
 parchhaiyaan jaise mera peecha kar rahi thi. 

Mere pair khud ba khud Jabir ke ghar ki taraf le gaye, usse baat karne ki zarurat 
sab se oopar thi. Chalte hue waqt mila sochne ka, yeh sochne ka ki kya kahunga—
photo ke baare mein kaise samjhaunga, kaise yakeen dilayunga ki hamari tooti 
dosti theek ho sakti hai. 

Jab pahuncha to ghar khamosh tha, darwaza thoda khula jaise usne gusse mein 
band na kiya ho. Maine halke se darwaza khatkhataya, phir andar dhakel kar 
dekha, woh living room mein chal raha tha jaise qaid janwar, chehra laal, 
aankhein aansuon se sooji hui. "Jabir," maine shuru kiya, awaaz dheemi. "Humein
 uske baare mein baat karni hai jo tune dekha." 

Woh palat kar mujh par jhapat pada, gussa chamakta hua. "Baat? Tune mujhe 
woh photo bheja, mujhe dikhaya... meri Ammi! Kaise mujhe ismein ghaseet 
sakta hai?" 

"Maine socha... shayad hum ek doosre ko samajh sakein," maine sofa ke kinaare 
baithte hue kaha, awaaz shaant rakhne ki koshish. "Rani ke saath jo hua, teri 
girlfriend aur mera, mujhe dhoke ka dard pata hai. Teri Ammi ko aise dekhna—
wohi dard hai. Shayad hum ek doosre ka sahaara ban sakein." 

Main: Arre Jabir, itna gussa mat kar. Dekh, shayad tu khush ho jaaye jo humne 
dekha. Teri Ammi Nafisa ko Mr. Ravi se chudte dekhna? Jaise woh akhirkaar
 thoda jee rahi hai, samjha? 

Jabir: (aage peeche chalte, chehra gusse se laal) Khush? Tera dimag kharab hai 
kya? Woh meri Ammi hai, yaar! Abbu ke saath dhoka de rahi hai principal ke
 saath? Yeh ghin aati hai! Tu kaise keh sakta hai yeh? 

Main: Yaar, soch. Tera abbu hamesha kaam ke liye door rehta hai na? Nafisa 
shayad akeli hoti hogi. Ravi se thoda maza lena matlab woh har waqt dukhi 
nahi rehti. Jaise uske liye tension door karne ka tareeqa. 

Jabir: Tension door? Tu bimaar hai! Yeh zina hai, ., mein bada gunah. Woh 
wafadar honi chahiye, ,,., padhti, achhi _ biwi. Na ki ***** aadmi
 Ravi ke liye taangein failaye. Tu pagal ho gaya hai jo isko theek samajh raha hai. 

Main: Main bas keh raha hoon, aaj kal yeh normal hai. Auraton ki bhi zarooratein
 hoti hain. Agar woh khush hai to ghar bhi khush rehta hai. Gusse wali Ammi 
khatam, sahi? 

Jabir: Normal? Ismein kuchh normal nahi! Tujhe daantna chahiye? Haan, daant 
raha hoon—yeh bakwaas band kar. Tu gunah ko chhota dikha raha hai jaise kuchh
 nahi. Tere saath kya hua, bhai? Hum college mein saath ,,., padhte the. 

Main: Theek hai, theek hai. Lekin sach, usko dekhna tere liye bhi faaydemand 
ho sakta hai. Jaise... baad mein akela hone par soch sakta hai. 

Jabir: Soch sakta hoon? Matlab kya? 

Main: Dheere dheere... matlab, thoda garam tha na? Uski karah aur sab. Us
 tasveer ko yaad kar ke... tension door kar sakta hai. Mutth maar sakta hai, 
samjha? Buri haalat se faayda nikaal. 

Jabir: (ruk kar, aankhein phaili) Mutth maaroon? Apni Ammi ke chudne par? Tu 
ghinona hai! Hairani bhi kam hai. Kaise suggest kar sakta hai? Yeh haram pe 
haram hai! 

Main: Arre, natural hai. Ham umar ke ladke karte hain. Aisa asli dekhna? Porn se 
behtar. Aankhein band kar ke replay kar—uski gaand uchalti hui, Ravi zor se.
 Maza aayega. 

Jabir: Bilkul nahi! Tu mujhe barbaad kar raha hai sirf keh kar. Yakeen nahi 
hota tu itna neeche gir gaya. Apni Ammi ke dhoke par mutth? Yeh galat hai.
 Tu woh dost nahi jo main samajhta tha. 

Main: Theek hai, lekin bata kyon usne dhoka diya. Tera abbu bahut door rehta
 hai, shayad ab satisfy nahi karta. Auratein bore ho jati hain, Jabir. Unhe 
excitement chahiye. 

Jabir: Satisfy? Yeh private hai! Lekin dhoka kyon? Baat kar sakti thi. 

Main: Izzat se keh raha hoon, sab auratein andar se thodi randiyan hoti hain, 
teri Ammi bhi. Bahar se deendar dikhti hain, lekin jab Ravi jaisa mard aata
 hai—mazboot, charming—to rok nahi paati. Biology hai, yaar. Randi matlab
 woh lund ki pyaasi, variety chahti hain. Teri Ammi alag nahi; woh insaan hai. 

Jabir: Sab auratein randiyan? Meri Ammi bhi? Izzat se ya na izzat se, yeh ghalat
 hai! Meri Ammi hamesha modest rahi, veil pehenti, humein Quran sikhati thi. 

Main: Matlab acche se—yeh taqat deta hai. Nafisa jaise auratein mazhab ke liye 
daba deti hain, lekin andar se jungli hain. Jo dekha: woh maze le rahi thi, zor 
zor karah rahi thi. Randi sirf matlab sex pasand hai, aur yeh theek hai. 

Jabir: Taqat? Tu besharm hai. Lekin... tu aisa kyon sochta hai? Saboot? 

Main: Soch, chachiyan, cousins—shaadiyon mein afwaahein affairs ki. Sab 
auratein chhupati hain, lekin dil se randiyan hain. Teri Ammi? Wahi. Usne 
dhoka diya kyonki thrill chahiye tha, Ravi ka bada lund sab hilane ke liye. 

Jabir: Samajh raha hoon, lekin dard hota hai. Kya woh badal sakti hai? Wapas
 wafadar ban sakti hai? 

Main: Nahi, badal nahi sakti. Ek baar forbidden phal chakha to khatam. Nafisa
 ab latak gayi—Ravi ke paas ya kisi aur ke paas jaati rahegi. Yeh uski fitrat hai. 

Jabir: Matlab badal nahi sakti? Log tauba karte hain. 

Main: Haan, lekin andar se khwahish rehti hai. ,,., padhegi, gunah mehsoos 
karegi, phir kar degi. Aisi auratein aise hi banti hain. 

Jabir: Yakeen nahi hota. Meri Ammi ne abbu se aisa dhoka kaise diya? Woh 
humare liye mehnat kar raha hai, aur woh... Ravi ke saath? Hairat hai. 

Main: Shock hai, lekin haqiqat hai. Abbu budhe ho gaye, routine ho gaya. Ammi 
excitement kahin aur dhoondhti hain. Meri Ammi ke saath bhi hua, Gajendra
 ke saath. 

Jabir: Teri Ammi bhi? Duniya pagal ho gayi. Lekin phir bhi, dhoka ghar barbaad
 karta hai. 

Main: Haan, lekin hamesha galat nahi. ,,., padhegi, tauba karegi, sab theek.
 Gunah maaf ho jaate hain agar sachchi ho. 

Jabir: ,,., padh li to theek? Lekin zina bada gunah—jahannam ja sakti hai. 

Main: Sach, woh roz paanch waqt ,,., padhti hai, roza rakhti hai—ek slip 
(ya kai) saaf ho sakta hai. Tension mat le; yeh khatam nahi. 

Jabir: Shayad... lekin bahut aasan lagta hai. Agar woh na ruki to? 

Main: To agli baar tamasha dekh lena. Mazak kar raha—thoda. Waise bhi, 
mujhe jaana hai. Baad mein milte hain, theek? Thanda ho ja. 

Jabir: Ruk, aise mat ja. Yeh baat ne mujhe barbaad kar diya. 

Main: Kal aur baat karenge. Alvida. (main utha aur darwaze ki taraf chala) 

Hum ghanton baat karte rahe, gusse aur dukh ke beech. Usne saalon ki shak
 ki baatein nikali—der raat tak jaagna, chhupi calls—aur maine apne ghar ki 
thodi si barbaadi batayi, Ammi ke baare mein zyada nahi khola. 

Aakhir mein ek naazuk sulah hui, poori maafi nahi lekin itni ki gusse ke bina
 alvida keh sakein. "Kisi ko mat batana," usne kaha jab main ja raha tha. "Abhi 
nahi." 

Shaam ko hospital gaya abbu se milne, beemari ki khushboo, machine ki 
cheekhen aur nurses ki awaazein. Ammi pehle se wahan thi, bistar ke paas 
baithi, uska haath pakde, chehre par pyaar bhari fikr jo mera pet mor deti thi. 

Abbu hospital gown mein kamzor dikhte the, baahon se tube nikal rahe, lekin 
mujhe dekh kar halki muskurahat di. "Beta, achha laga tujhe dekh kar. Teri 
Ammi ne mera saath diya hai." 

Ammi ne upar dekha, aankhein meri aankhon se mili woh jhoothi garmi ke 
saath. Woh kitni badi munafiq thi—bahar se wafadar biwi, pillow theek karti, 
blanket adjust karti, jabki usne hi uski bimaari mein hissa liya tha. 

Sirf do raat pehle usne uski chai mein woh ajnabi powder daala tha, use behosh
 karne ke liye taaki Gajendra se chudne ja sake bina rukawat ke. 

Yaad saaf thi: woh dheere se chamach chalati, cup dete hue muskurati, jaanti 
thi yeh use gehri neend de dega. Ab kaise baithi uska haath sehla rahi thi jab
 uske kaamon ne use yahan wapas laaya? 

Doctor ne kaha relapse, pehli bimaari ki complication, lekin mujhe pata tha
—dhoka, stress, chahe woh na jaane, ne use aur kamzor kiya. 

Ammi ki munafiqat gehri thi; bahar se deendar biwi, bistar ke paas ,,., 
padhti, dilasa deti, lekin band darwaze ke peeche imaan ko purane kapde ki
 tarah utaar deti. 

Sirf powder nahi—woh gehre sadme ka nateeja tha. Usne Gajendra ko apni 
izzat utarne di, ghar ki ,,., lead karne wali aurat se lust ko pehla darja 
dene wali ban gayi. 

Uski jhoothi badi thi: abbu ki aankhon mein dekh kar pyar ka izhaar, jab uska 
jism abhi doosre mard ke chhoone ki nishaniyan dhare hue tha? Yeh sirf shadi 
ka dhoka nahi, hamare poore imaan ka dhoka tha jahan sachai aur paakizaagi
 buniyaad hain. Usne sirf chai nahi zeher diya; ghar ke bharose ko zeher diya, 
sirf chhoti khushiyon ke liye jo sabko dukh de rahi thi. 

Aur ab dekh kar Ammi aisi lag rahi thi jaise dopahar ko abhi chudi ho—veil ke
 neeche baal thode bikhere, gaal laal jo fikr se nahi, safed patloon aur safed 
phoolon wali shirt curves par chipki hui zyada se zyada provocative. 

Kapde bahar se modest, lekin patloon kamar par chipki, shirt ke button 
choochiyon par kase hue, taaza masti ki nishani. 

Ammi: (ward mein dakhil hote hue, safed phoolon wali shirt thodi tight adjust
 karti, patli safed patloon mein curves chipke hue, Gajendra ke saath mulaqat
 se abhi laal) Assalamu alaikum, Hussein. Aaj kaisa mehsoos ho raha? Doctor 
ne kaha test theek aaye. 

Abbu: (bistar par, monitor se jude, kamzor lekin hosh mein, aankhein uske
 kapdon par ghoorti) Wa alaikum assalam, Shahida. Thoda behtar. Seene ka 
dard kam hai, lekin... yeh kya pehna hai? Safed patloon aur phoolon wali 
shirt? Yeh bilkul teri tarah nahi. 






Ammi: (bistar ke paas baithti, taangein confidently cross karti) Arre yeh? Bas
 pehen liya. Kyon, kya masla? Main tujhe milne aayi hoon na? Bhookh kaisi 
hai? Nashta khaya jo laaye the? 

Abbu: (bhawen chadha kar, sawaal ko nazarandaaz) Shahida, chhod na. Tu 
achhe se jaanti hai. ., mein auraton ko modest pehenna chahiye—dhile 
kapde, poora cover. Yeh patloon tight hai, aur shirt... phoolon se bhari, jaise 
Western catalogue se. Agar masjid wale dekh lein to? Bilkul manzoor nahi. 

Ammi: (aankhein ghumati, lehja ghamandi) Hussein, please. Sirf kapde hain.
 Yeh comfortable aur saaf hai. Bahar kitni garmi hai? Jo abaya pehenti hoon
 woh dhul rahi thi, aur yahan gandi dikhti phirna nahi chahti thi. Waise bhi 
safed paakizaagi ki nishani hai. Main sheher mein ghum nahi rahi; hospital
 mein shauhar se milne aayi. Itna bada masla kya? 

Abbu: (awaaz thodi oonchi, lekin kamzor) Masla? veil aur modesty ka masla
 hai, Shahida! Yeh patloon teri taangon ki shape dikha rahi hai jaise... dikha
 rahi ho. Aur phool? Yeh flashy hai. Tu hamesha sahi salwar kameez ya abaya
 pehenti thi. Kya badal gaya? 

Ammi: (peeche tik kar, ghamand badhta, awaaz tez) Badla? Kuchh nahi badla
 siwaye iske ki main thak gayi hoon hamesha gunny bag jaise pehen kar sabko
 khush karne se. ., modesty ki baat karta hai, lekin rang ya araam ko 
mana nahi karta. Yeh pehna kyonki mujhe achha lagta hai. Safed patloon 
errands ke liye practical, aur floral shirt? Halki, saans leti hai. 

Abbu: (sir hilaate, hairani se) Yakeen nahi hota tu aise bol rahi hai. Achha 
lagta hai? Kab se deen se zyada 'achha lagna' zaroori? Bees saal se tu meri 
biwi hai, Shahida—hamesha modest, izzatdaar. Ab yahan aayi... TV par 
modern auraton ki tarah. Tight kapde jo figure dikha rahe? Yeh tu nahi. 
Beta kya kahega? Ya community? 

Main us waqt ward ke bahar tha, paani peene ka bahana kar ke sun raha tha 
Ammi aur abbu ki ladai. 

Ammi: (aur gusse mein, awaaz oonchi) Ab beta ko bhi laa rahe ho? Hussein, 
tu bimaar pada hai, aur main itni door se aayi hoon uski qadar ki bajaye
 meri patloon par atak gaya? Shayad agar tu apne purane tareeqon mein na
 atak gaya hota to dekhta yeh masoom hai. Main ghamandi se pehni? Nahi, 
main apna difaa kar rahi hoon kyonki tu be-wajah hamla kar raha hai. Safed 
patloon gunah nahi—sirf kapda hain! Aur phool? Bas sundar hain. 

Abbu: (hairani se, awaaz kaamp rahi) Masoom? Dekh khud ko—patloon chipki
 hui. Yahan se teri taangon ki shape dikhti hai. Hospital mein, doctor nurse ke
 beech? Sharmnaak hai. 

Yakeen nahi tu hamari shadi ki be-izzati kar rahi. Hum 
hamesha modesty par muttfiq the. Kya yeh isliye kyonki main bimaar hoon? 
Ab baghawat kar rahi? 

Ammi: (ab poora gussa, be-adabi se) Hamari shadi ki be-izzati? Arre yeh to tu
 keh raha hai, Hussein. Tu mahinon se yahan pada hai, ungli utha nahi sakta,
 aur main ghar chalati hoon, bill bharti hoon, sab sambhalti hoon. Aur ab tu
 mujhe kapdon par lecture deta hai? Shayad agar tu thoda mard hota to mujhe
 apne tareeke se 'achha mehsoos' karne ki zarurat na padti. Yeh safed patloon?
 Maine pehni kyonki chahti thi. 

Abbu: (seena pakad kar, dard se cheekh) Shahida, bas! Kaise baat kar rahi hai?
 Main tera shauhar hoon, bimaar hi sahi. Yeh mard hone ka nahi; imaan,
 qeemat ka masla hai. Tu kabhi aisi badtameez nahi thi. Yeh kapde tujhe badal 
rahe hain—ghamandi, jaise halal haram ki parwah nahi. 

Ammi: (ab khadi, haath kamar par) Badtameez? Tune shuru kiya mere kapde
 dekh kar hi judge karke. Agar safed patloon itni takleef de rahi to main chali 
jaati hoon, tu aaram se theek ho ja. Aur qeemat? Please—hamari 'qeemat' ne 
mujhe saalon se qaid rakha. Yeh floral shirt isliye pehni kyonki cute hai, aur 
patloon slim aur modern. Agar ., 'recommend' nahi karta to shayad .,
 ko update chahiye. Tu kamzor hai, Hussein, sirf jism se nahi dimag se bhi agar
 thoda badlaav bardaasht nahi kar sakta. 

Dad: (saans tez lete hue, dard ko badha-chadha kar dikhate hue, side pakad kar) 
Dekha? Ab hamare mazhab par hamla kar rahi ho? Yeh jhagda mujhe phir se
 seene mein dard de raha hai. Oof... bahut dard ho raha. Doctor ne kaha stress
 mere liye bura hai. Lekin tu rukti nahi. Yakeen nahi hota meri apni biwi mujhe 
aise be-izzat kar rahi hai sirf kuch kapdon ke liye. 

Ammi: (poora yakeen nahi kar rahi, lekin ruk kar) Seene mein dard? Ab bimaari
 ka card khel rahe ho? Theek hai, dard ko aur badha kar dikhao—shayad isse
 mujhe badalne ka ehsaas ho. Lekin main nahi badlungi. Yeh pant aur shirt dono
rahenge. Agar itna pareshan kar raha hai to socho tum itne insecure kyon ho. 

Dad: (zor se karah kar, lekin sach mein dukhi) Insecure? Shahida, yeh insecurity
 nahi, yeh usool hai. Yaad hai jab humari shadi hui thi? Tune waada kiya tha 
---c tareeqe par chalegi. Ab model ki tarah ghoom rahi hai. Aur dard sach 
hai—tere lafz chhuri jaise hain. Jhagda mat karo; bas waada karo agli baar 
theek kapde pehnogi. 

Ammi: (wapas baith kar, lekin abhi bhi gusse mein) Waada? Nahi, Hussein. Main
 tere mold mein fit hone ke waade kar chuki. Shayad agar tune mujhe zyada 
qadar ki hoti to main baghawat na karti. Aur jab hum jhagad rahe hain, bill 
kaun de raha hai jab tu yahan pada hai? Main, in 'gunah' wali pant mein daud-
dhoop kar. Tu kabhi shukriya nahi ada karta, sirf shikayat. 

Dad: (phir karah kar, aadha natak) Bill? Maine saalon mehnat ki thi ghar chalane
 ke liye! Ab yeh mere muh par phenk rahi ho? Aah... side mein dard. Yeh stress..
. Lekin theek hai, shukriya jo sambhal rahi ho. Lekin yeh kapde ka bahana nahi.
 Yeh tawajjoh kheench rahe hain—nurse log bhi ghoor rahe the jab tu andar aayi. 

Ammi: (mazak udaate hue) Ghoor rahe the? Achha hai—shayad koi mujhe notice 
kare ek baar. Tu ne mujhe bahut lamba time liya hai granted. Yeh safed pant 
mujhe mehsoos karati hai ki main dikhti hoon, Hussein. Floral shirt? Yeh zinda 
hai, jaise main chahti hoon. Agar hamara mazhab mana karta hai to shayad 
mazhab zyada sakht hai. Aur tere dard? Agar sach hai to nurse ko bula. Lekin
 inhe control ke liye mat istemaal kar. 

Dad: (gehri saans lete, zyada takleef dikhate) Control? Main rehnumai kar raha
 hoon. Lekin tu sahi hai—shayad maine teri qadar kam ki. Phir bhi yeh be-izzati
... bimari se zyada dard deti hai. Woh Shahida kahan gayi jo maine shadi ki
 thi? Jo veil pehan kar fakhr karti thi? 

Ammi: (thoda naram hote hue, lekin abhi bhi ghamandi) Woh Shahida badal
 rahi hai, Hussein. Zindagi bahut chhoti hai hamesha chhupne ke liye. Yeh 
kapde? Ab yeh main hoon. Agar tu qubool nahi kar sakta to shayad sirf kapdon
 se zyada baat karni padegi—jaise tu bimaar hone se pehle bhi kitna door tha. 

Jhagda dheere dheere badha, awaazein kam lekin garam, kamre ki khamoshi
 mein. Usne baahen kholi, haath phir uske haath par rakha. "Main tujhe maaf
 karti hoon, Hussein. Lekin meri baat bhi soch. Zindagi sirf qawaneen nahi; 
jeene ki hai. Main sochungi, lekin tujhe mujh par zyada bharosa karna hoga." 

Main andar aaya aur abbu se baat shuru ki, tab tak Ammi aur abbu jhagda
 chhod chuke the kyonki main tha. 


Mujhe pata tha Ammi aise kapde pehan rahi thi kyonki Gajendra ne uski 
achhaiyan cheen li thi. Usne use tukde tukde karke bigada, store room mein 
chori chori chumban se shuru, phir poora affair jo use aur zyada chahta tha. 
Abbu se pehle woh deendar ki misaal thi—paanch waqt ,,.,, zyada roza, 
ghar mein bhi poora parda. 

Ab uske kapde jism se chipke hue, chun kar jo lubhane wale, yeh dikha raha 
tha Gajendra ne uski chhupi khwahishon ko jaaga diya jo ab daba nahi sakti. 
Badlaav ki gehraai hairaan karne wali: Gajendra ke asar ne use chhinal bana 
diya, jism ki khushi ko roohani farz se upar rakhne wali. 

Ab mazhab ki parwah nahi; ,,., kabhi kabhi, jab man kare to chhod deti, 
veil ab sirf cheez, commitment nahi. Kaise ek din sajda karti hai aur doosre
 din ghair-'. ke liye taangein failati? Munafiqat mere dimag mein fail 
gayi—Abbu ko sabr ki ayat sunati thi jab khud zina ki ayaton ko nazarandaaz. 

Uska imaan, jo pehle roshni tha, ab bujh kar raakh, lust ne bujha diya. Woh
 har maayne mein chhinal ban gayi, chupke chupke, jhooth bina sharam, jism
 ab khushi ka zariya, mandir nahi. Badlaav poora; mazhab ab sirf dikhawa, 
jab zarurat tab pehna, warna phenk diya. 

Abbu ne baat badli, thaki hui awaaz mein. "Doctor keh rahe hain char din aur
 yahan rahunga. Test, monitoring... lekin jaldi ghar aa jaunga." Ammi ne haath
 dabaya. "Hum sambhal lenge. Ab aaram kar." 

Baad mein jab Ammi aur main hospital se saath nikle, hallway mein kadmon ki
 goonj, usne chupke phone nikala. Maine jhaanka aur dekha Gajendra ko 
message: "Hussein char din hospital mein rahega. Matlab humare paas waqt hai
—har raat agar chahein." 

Uska jawab jaldi aaya: "Perfect. Tera bekaar shauhar raaste se hat gaya? Un 
dinon ko yaadgaar bana denge. Janwaron ki tarah chudai, koi rukawat nahi." 

Woh halke se muskurai, jawab likha: "Haan, har raat. Intezaar nahi hota. Woh 
ab itna kamzor hai; yeh to rahat jaisa hai." Woh us point par kuch der baat
 karte rahe, phone buzz kar raha, message mein plan—kahan milna, kya pehna
, kaise chillayegi. Yeh be-dardi hairaan karne wali; abbu ko bojh ki tarah baat,
 woh mard nahi jise usne waada kiya tha pyar ka. 

Agla din, kitchen mein nashte par, Ammi ne aaram se baat shuru ki. "Beta, kal
 Gajendra ne kuch kaha—woh humein chhoti si trip par le jaana chahta hai, 
resort par. Sirf aaram ke liye, khas kar tere abbu hospital mein hone ki wajah se.
 Kya khayal hai?" Maine chamcha rakha, hairan. "Resort? Gajendra ke saath? 
Ammi, abbu bimaar hain—yeh galat nahi lagta?" 

Usne chai pi, sochti hui. "Jaanti hoon ajeeb lagta hai, lekin soch. Hum sab 
bahut stress mein hain—bill, hospital. Gajendra ne itni madad ki; yeh unwind
 karne ka tareeqa hai. Door nahi, bas chhoti getaway. Tu bhi break le sakta
 hai, tere doston ke saath jo hua uske baad." 

"Lekin abbu? Woh akela." Usne haath hilaya. "Doctor hain wahan, main bar bar 
check karungi. Sirf kuch din. Chal na beta—pool, achha khana, koi fikr nahi. 
Gajendra zid kar raha hai; kehta hai family ke liye treat." 

Hum us point par kuch der baat karte rahe, main timing par aitraaz, woh kehti
 recharge hoga to abbu ki behtar madad kar payenge. "Zindagi bimari se nahi 
rukti," usne kaha. "Thoda jeena bhi chahiye." 

Ammi ne abbu se chupke jhooth bola phone par, kaha gaon ja rahi hai cousin se
 milne kuch din. "Family ka kaam hai, Hussein. Jaldi wapas aa jaungi." Abbu ne
 ijazat di, bharose wali awaaz. "Theek hai, Shahida. Lekin yaad rakhna, wahan
 jeans ya modern kapde nahi—hamesha ki tarah modest pehenna." "Bilkul," usne 
qabool kiya, lekin jhooth tha—gaon jaane ya modest pehanne ka irada nahi. 

Mujhe pata tha yeh Ammi aur Gajendra ka chhupa honeymoon tha, bina dar ke
 maze lene ka mauka. Kitni be-dil ho gayi Ammi—ab parwah nahi, abbu ko
 hospital bed par chhod kar khushi ke peeche. 

Jab woh Gajendra ki chhinal nahi bani thi, woh meherbaan thi, tawajjoh dene 
wali, ghar ki dhadkan, pasandida khane banati, sone se pehle kahaniyan sunati,
 rehem ki misaal. Ab abbu ke dard ko nazarandaaz, uski hamdardi lust ne kha li.
 Farq saaf: purani Ammi uske paas rehti; nayi wali orgasm ko zimmedari se
 upar rakhti. 

Us raat Ammi ne pink top pehna jo seene se chipka aur laal dress jo naram 
lehron mein beh rahi thi lekin curves hint karti thi. Gajendra ne woh dress
 kharidi thi, chhupi mulaqaat ka tohfa, tissue mein lapet kar note ke saath ki 
yeh use mehsoos karayegi chaah. Woh ghoom kar dikha rahi thi jaane se pehle, 
aankhein chamak rahi. "Beta, achha nahi lag raha?" 

Gajendra ne private jet book kiya tha, sleek car se pick karne aaya. Ammi 
khush thi, halki hasi ke saath board kiya, leather seat naram aur andar 
chamakdar luxury. Use mehsoos hua jaise rani ban gayi, pamper jo abbu kabhi 
nahi kar sakte—champagne intezaar mein, attendant snacks de rahe. 






Uski khushi ki gehraai saaf thi: saalon tak kanjoosi, sada khushi mein guzara;
 ab Gajendra ne use ameeri di, qadar, chaahat, rani jaisa mehsoos. Yeh uske
 liye nasha tha, abbu ke saath sadi zindagi se bilkul alag. 

Hum jet mein dakhil hue, engine dheeme se goonj raha, andar baith gaye.
 Kitna shandaar jet—badi cabin, naram recliner, peeche chhota bedroom. 
Mujhe abbu ke liye dukh hua, hospital bed par pada, be-khabar Ammi ke is safar
 se, soch raha gaon gayi family se milne jab woh abbu ke madadgar-cum-rival 
ke saath baadalon mein ud rahi thi. 

Main Gajendra aur Ammi ke saamne baitha, woh peeche, yeh bandobast jaan bujh
 kar lag raha. Pehli baar itne mehenge jet mein, Ammi ki bhi— aankhein badi kar 
polished wood aur naram roshni dekh rahi. Gajendra aur Ammi pehle normal 
baat kar rahe, mausam, resort ki cheezein, mere saamne flirting nahi. "Yeh hum 
sab ke liye achha hoga," Gajendra ne kaha. "Saans lene ka mauka." 

Maine bahana banaya washroom jaane ka. "Abhi aata hoon." Lekin wahan chhup 
gaya, chhote vent se jhaanka, aur dekha woh gehre chumban kar rahe, uska
 haath uski raan par. 






Mujhe garam mehsoos hua, ek na-chaha hua utsaah ka jhonka—Abbu ki jaaydaad,
 unki dukaan ko bachane ke paise, yeh sab uske liye kharch ho rahe the jab woh
 akela dukh seh raha tha. 

Yeh safar lagbhag 8 ghante laga, jet aasman mein sukoon se chalta raha, resort
 ke paas ek private airstrip par utra. 

Hotel bahut mehnga dikhta tha—bada darwaza, sangmarmar ki farsh, crystal
jhoomar, har khidki se samundar ka nazara. Ammi ko kabhi aisa treat nahi mila, 
Abbu ne bhi nahi diya; unke honeymoon simple the, local safar, sasti jagahon par. 

Ab valet bag utha rahe the, staff welcome drink de rahe the—Gajendra ki duniya
 ne use ooncha uthaya, use khaas, pyar bhari mehsoos karwaya, jaise Abbu ki 
sadgi kabhi nahi kar sakti thi. Farq bahut bada tha: Abbu ka pyar mustaqil lekin 
saada tha; Gajendra ka lavish, utsaah bhara, woh khwab poore karne wala jo use
 pata bhi nahi tha. 

Hum resort ki taraf chal pade, taad ke ped hil rahe the, hawa mein namak ki
 taazgi. Mujhe pata tha pehli raat yahan woh use chodega, bilkul jaise pehle 
dinon mein—kacchi, joshili, bina rok-tok ke. 






Us raat humne do kamre book kiye—ek doosre se jude suite, balcony se samundar
 dikhta tha. Gajendra ne mujhse casually kaha, “Beta, tu left wala le le. Teri 
Ammi aur main doosra—woh bada hai, baithne ki jagah bhi hai. Flight ke baad 
woh aaram se so sakegi.” 

Main khush hone ka natak kiya, muskuraya, “Haan, yeh theek hai. Ammi ko jagah 
chahiye.” 

Ammi boli, awaaz halki, “Haan beta, yeh practical hai. Sabko privacy milegi, lekin 
paas hi rahenge agar kuchh chahiye to. Gajendra ne itni achhi jagah book ki,
 meherbaani ki.” 

Hum thodi der is baat par baat karte rahe, main resort ke pool ke baare mein
 poochhta, woh kehte mujhe pasand aayega, baat aasani se chalti rahi taaki asli
 iraada chhupa rahe. 

Ammi ne nahaya bhi nahi, aur dono kamre mein darwaza band hote hi chumban 
shuru kar diye. Kitni garam thi woh dono—flight ka intezaar ne badhaya, haath 
bechain. Gajendra ne use turant kheench liya, honth takrate hue, jaise bhookhe
 hon. Bechaini saaf thi; intezaar nahi kar sakte the, jism ek doosre se chipak 
gaye jaise chumbak. 






Usne uski badi gaand pakdi aur zor se masla, ungliyan naram gosht ko dress ke 
upar se nichod rahi thi, uske muh se dheemi karah nikal rahi thi. Ammi mein 
koi sharam nahi—doosre mard se chumban, Abbu se jhooth bol kar yeh trip, 
aur beta bagal wale kamre mein. Be-adabi ki hadd paar: shadi ke waade chhod 
diye, mazhab ki taleem, maa hone ki zimmedari. 

Koi jhijhak nahi, zubaan uske muh mein ghus rahi jaise yeh aam baat ho, Abbu 
se taza jhooth dimag mein. Mere itne paas hone par bhi khatra, lekin lust ne 
andha kar diya, sambhal ko be-parwahi mein badal diya. 

Mere dimag mein khayal aaya—kya agar main beech mein ruk jaaun jab woh 
chumban kar rahe hon? Kaisa hoga, unhe achanak pakadna, Ammi ki ghabrahat
 dekhna, Gajendra ka gussa? Taqat ka yeh palak palak badalna mujhe utsaahit
 kar raha tha—uske munafiq hone ko kaam ke beech mein dikha dena, saamna 
karwana. Lekin uljhan ne pakad liya: yeh sab barbaad kar sakta tha, ya mujhe 
faayda de sakta tha. 

Maine faisla kiya rukne ka, jigyasa jeet gayi, chupke se bahar nikla. 

Ab tak usne uski dress upar kar di thi, neeche peeli tight shorts dikhai, itni
 sexy ki poori gol gaand dikhti thi, kapda kasa hua. 


Maine darwaza khatkhataya aur andar gaya, bola, “Ammi, mujhe lagta hai tere
 kamre ka bathroom use kar loon—mera theek nahi chal raha.” 

Ammi shock, chumban ke beech ruk gayi, dress upar, purple top aur woh peeli
 shorts mein—rang chamakdar uski chamdi ke khilaaf. “Beta! Tu yahan kya kar
 raha hai?” woh hakla gayi, dress jaldi neeche ki, chehra safed. 

Gajendra peeche hata, khud ko sambhala. “Sab theek hai, beta?” 

Main natak kiya jaise kuchh dekha nahi, awaaz aam, “Haan, bas bathroom 
chahiye. Tera bada hai waise bhi.” 

Ammi ghabrayi, soch rahi thi maine uska dhoka dekh liya—baal theek kiye, meri 
aankhon se nazar bachati. “Haan beta, ja. Hum bas… baat kar rahe the.” 

Hum teeno thodi der baat ki, main dinner ke plan poochha, woh awkward jawab 
dete. “Resort ka restaurant bahut achha hai,” Gajendra bola. “Hum sab saath
 ja sakte hain.” 

“Theek hai,” maine kaha, uski halat par kuchh kahe bina guzar gaya. 

Maine dekha woh pasina aa raha tha, maathe par boondein, lekin main bathroom 
chala gaya. Baad mein jhaank kar dekha, woh phir chumban kar rahe the, josh 
phir se jaag gaya. 



 

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