[Deepak_bull]

CHAPTER 29


Is duniya mein sabse behtareen ehsaas apni paak maa ko ek bekaar
aurat ki tarah chudte hue dekhna hai




Main andar se garam ho raha tha, jal raha tha jab main Ammi ko chudwane ke mood mein dekha, 
unka jism Gajendra ke haathon ke chhune se pehle hi react kar raha tha, jisse mera dil zor zor se 
dhadak raha tha aur chehra sharam ke garam laal ho raha tha. 

Main khidki se sab kuchh dekh raha tha bina notice hue, kam roshni wala lamp golden chamak daal 
raha tha scene par jo bahut qareeb aur bilkul gunah bhara lag raha tha. 

Ammi ke gaal gehre gulabi ho gaye the, saansein tez aur chhoti, aankhein us tarah chamak rahi thi
 jo maine kabhi abbu ki taraf nahi dekhi. 






Woh wahan khadi thi tight peeli shorts aur saadgi safed top mein, kapda unke bhare curves se
 chipka hua, har chhoti harkat se taangein ek doosre se dab rahi thi jaise woh pehle se hi aur zyada 
ki pyaasi ho. 

Gajendra ke bade haath uske seene par azaad ghoom rahe the, patle kapde ke upar se uske bhari
 choochiyon ko pakad kar dheere dheere nichod rahe the jaise woh har inch ka maalik ho. 

Usne unhe thoda uthaya, wazan haathon mein wapas baithne diya, angoothon se sakht hone wale 
choochiyon ke chhedon par chakkar lagate hue jo kapde ke upar saaf dikhai de rahe the. 

“Khuda, Shahida, teri yeh choochiyan har baar mujhe paagal kar deti hain,” woh dheemi moti awaaz 
mein bola. “Itni bhari, itni naram, phir bhi jab main aise khelta hoon to kitni sakht. Dekh kaise 
haathon se bahar nikal rahi hain. 

Main ghanton sirf inhe pakad sakta hoon, masal sakta hoon, dekh 
sakta hoon jab yeh bounce kar rahi hongi jab main tujhe be-hosh kar ke chodunga. Yeh perfect hain
— mere jaise mard ke maze ke liye bani, tere us kamzor shauhar ke liye nahi jo shayad notice bhi 
nahi karta kya paaya hai.” 

Ammi ne dheemi, saans bhari karah nikali, peeth jhukakar seena aur zyada uske haathon mein 
dhakel diya. “Gajendra… tu hamesha aisa kehta hai. Yeh to… mamooli hain. Lekin jab tu aise chhuta 
hai to lagta hai yeh teri ho gayi hain.” Uske lafz aadhe virodh, aadhe dawat the, aur kamar ka hilna 
bata raha tha woh waqt mein kho chuki thi. 

Woh phir chumban karne lage, pehle gehra aur dheema, phir bhookha sa, zubaanen ek doosre se 
geeli awaazon ke saath phisal rahi thi jo khamosh kamre mein goonj rahi thi. Uske haath choochiyon 
par kabhi nahi chhode, rhythm se masalte hue jab unke muh perfect sync mein the, uski ungliyan 
uske baalon mein ulajh kar use aur kareeb kheench rahi thi. 

Chumban chalta raha, sirf chhoti saans ke liye toot kar, jab achanak Ammi ka phone paas desk par 
baja. Mujhe pata tha yeh abbu ka ringtone tha— woh naram, jaana-pehchaana sur jo unhone saalon
 pehle family calls ke liye chuna tha. 

Mera pet sikud gaya, lekin Ammi hilti bhi nahi. Woh Gajendra ko chumban deti rahi jaise awaaz 
suna hi nahi, jism abhi bhi usse chipka hua. 

Gajendra thoda peeche hata, phone ki taraf frown kar ke dekha. “Mat utha, Shahida. Bajne de. 
Abhi waqt hai— chaar poore din jab woh ghar par recover kar raha hai. Ignore kar.” 

Ammi ek second ke liye ruk gayi, phir dheere sir hilaya, honth abhi bhi uske honthon par. “Mujhe 
uthana padega, Gajendra. Agar nahi uthaya to woh fikar karega aur baar baar call karega.” 

Usne saans bhari lekin roka nahi, haath abhi bhi choochiyon ko maalikana nichod rahe the. “Theek 
hai, lekin jaldi. Jo bolna hai bol de. Main jo shuru kiya woh nahi rukunga.” 

Ammi desk ki taraf chali, peeli tight shorts mein kamar hilti hui, Gajendra bilkul peeche saaya ki 
tarah. 

Jab usne phone uthaya, usne peeche se baahon mein jakad liya, jism se jism chipka kar gardan par 
muh laga diya. 

Woh wahan chumban aur choosne laga, bhookha aur be-sabr, daant halke se ragadte hue jab ek
 haath top ke andar ghus kar nangi choochiyon se khelne laga. Ammi ne call uthaya, awaaz hairan
 karne wali tarah sakht thi chahe jism kaamp raha ho. 

Ammi: (Gajendra ke bedroom mein khadi, tight peela crop top aur resham shorts mein, phone
 haath mein, saansein thodi tez kyonki Gajendra bilkul peeche hai) Salaam alaikum, jaan. Ab kaisa 
mehsoos ho raha hai? 

Abbu: Wa alaikum salaam, Shahida. Main theek hoon. Pehle bata— cousin ke ghar pahunch gayi 
safely? Shaam ka traffic to bhari hoga. 

Ammi: Haan haan, safely pahunch gaye, jaan. Traffic normal tha, zyada bura nahi. Yahan sab tere 
baare mein poochh rahe hain. 

(Gajendra paas aaya aur achanak uski gol gaand ke tukde ko silk shorts ke upar se zor se pinch 
kiya) 

Ammi: (tez hairaan cheekh) Aaaah—! (jaldi se khansi se cover kiya) Sorry… bas table ke kone se 
ghutna takra gaya. Jaanti hai nayi jagah mein kitni awkward ho jaati hoon. 

Abbu: (fikarmand) Arre, sambhal ke, meri jaan. Chot mat laga lena. To… wahan sab kaise hain? 
Teri cousin aur uska ghar? Woh log achhe se dekhbhaal kar rahe hain? 

Ammi: Sab bahut achhe hain, alhamdulillah. Abhi baith kar baatein kar rahe hain. Sab theek hai. 

(Gajendra muskuraya aur jhuk kar gardan ke peeche dheeme geele chumban karne laga, haath 
kamar par) 








Ammi: (chhoti si thartharahat) Mmm… 

Abbu: Achha, achha. Sun, khabar hai. Doctors ne ek ghanta pehle discharge kar diya. Bas 
dawaiyaan ghar par continue aur poora aaram. Ab main hamare ghar par hoon. 

Ammi: (badi khushi ka natak, awaaz chamakti) Oh mash,.'! Yeh to bahut achhi khabar hai, Hussein! 
Bahut sukoon mila. Alhamdulillah. Ghar pahunch kar khush honge akhirkaar. 

Abbu: Haan… lekin ghar tere aur Zaid ke bina bilkul khaali lag raha hai. 

(Gajendra ke honth neeche gaye, gardan ke side par dheeme chooste hue; ek haath peele top ke andar
 ghus kar choochi nichoda) 

Ammi: (naram, na rok paane wali karah) Ahhh… mmm… 

Abbu: Shahida? Awaaz ajeeb lag rahi hai. Theek hai tu? Kyon yeh awaazein nikal rahi hain baar baar? 

Ammi: (jaldi phone haath se cover kiya, sir ghuma kar Gajendra se fisfisaya) Dheere… please… woh sab
 sun lega! 

(Gajendra sirf muskuraya aur jaari rakha, gardan par chumban aur chaatna aur bhookha, haath shorts
 ke andar neeche phisalta) 

Ammi: (phone khola, normal banne ki koshish) Sorry, jaan… main theek hoon. Bas cousin ke saath
 kuchh bhari suitcases rearrange kar rahi hoon. Purane makaan mein corridor kitne tang hote hain. 

Abbu: Hmm… aajkal tu bahut aisa kar rahi hai. Reply mein waqt, saansein phooli hui… bilkul jaise 
doosri raat jab der se call kiya tha. Kya ho raha hai, Shahida? 

Ammi: (ghabrahat bhari hansi) Kuchh nahi, bilkul kuchh nahi. Shayad us raat bhi thak gayi thi. Family 
gatherings jaanti hai— bahut kaam, idhar udhar daudna. 

Abbu: Ummeed hai. Jab tu aisi awaaz karti hai to fikar hoti hai. 

Ammi: Ab tu kahan hai? Abhi hospital mein ya ghar pahunch gaya? 

Abbu: Ghar par hoon, hamare bistar par baitha. Tere bina kitna ajeeb lag raha hai. Kamra bahut khamosh 
hai. Tere takiye ko dekhta rehta hoon aur teri khushboo miss karta hoon. Abhi coffee pee raha hoon, baarish
 ho rahi hai. 

Ammi: (naram gunah bhari awaaz aur jhooth) Main bhi tujhe miss kar rahi hoon, jaan. Ghar bahut sunsaan 
hoga. Kaash abhi wahan hoti. 

Abbu: Haan. Kabhi samajh nahi aaya kitna depend karta hoon tujh par jab tak yeh din nahi aaye. Biwi ke
 bina bahut akela mehsoos hota hai. Raaten sabse buri. 

Ammi: (Gajendra ne gardan kaat li to karah) Mmm… ahh… jaanta hoon, Hussein. Bas chaar din aur main 
wapas aa jaungi. 

Abbu: Chaar din bhi bahut lambi lag rahi hai. Zaid kaisa hai? Woh bhi tere saath gaya tha na? 

Ammi: (ek second ruk kar) …Haan haan, Zaid bhi yahan hai. Bahar bacchon ke saath khel raha hai. 

(Gajendra ne gardan zor se choosi, do ungliyan ab shorts ke andar taangon ke beech tease kar rahi) 

Ammi: (phir karah nikal gayi) Ohhh… mmm… ahh… 




 

Abbu: Shahida! Kyon baar baar karah rahi ho? Sach batao — tum theek ho ya wahan kuchh galat ho raha
 hai? 

Ammi: (saans phooli hui, jhooth bolte hue) Kuchh nahi hai, jaan. Meri cousin ki chhoti beti abhi meri god
 mein kood kar chipak gayi. Tum jaante ho bacche kitne pyar bhare hote hain — gudgudi ho gayi, bas
 itna hi. 

Abbu: (saans chhodte hue) Theek hai… suno, us din jab maine tumse trousers pehanne par sawaal kiya
 tha… main sach mein maafi maangta hoon. Mujhe pata hai tumhe bura laga. Main sirf isliye pareshan 
tha kyoki hamare mazhab mein auraton ke libaas ke baare mein jo hai. Lekin tum meri biwi ho. Mujhe 
tum par bharosa hai. Bas… soch lena, theek hai? Sochna ki hamare deen ke liye kya sahi hai. 

Ammi: (awaaz achanak tight) Hussein, please… abhi is baare mein baat nahi karna chahti. Jab main wapas
 aaungi tab baat karenge. Phone par nahi. 

Abbu: Theek hai, theek hai. Main zor nahi dalunga. Bas chahta hoon tum khush raho aur sahi raaste par 
bhi. Bas itna hi. 

Ammi: Mujhe pata hai. 

Abbu: (naram awaaz mein) Main tumse bahut pyar karta hoon, Shahida. Bahut zyada. Tum meri sab
 kuchh ho. 

Ammi: (chup, uljhan mein) Main bhi tumse pyar karti hoon, Hussein. 

Abbu: To… bilkul kis din wapas aa rahi ho? Main tumhara pasandida mutton biryani banaunga. 

Ammi: Chaar din mein, jaan. Guruvaar shaam ko. 

Abbu: Chaar din… har ghante ginunga. Tumhe bahut miss karunga. Bistar abhi se thanda lag raha 
hai. 

Ammi: Main bhi tumhe miss karungi. Sab dawaiyan time par lena, theek se khana, aur aaram karna.
 ,,., mat bhoolna. 

Abbu: Karunga. Kal subah bhi call karogi? 

Ammi: Bilkul. Har roz. Khuda hafiz, jaan. 

Abbu: Khuda hafiz, meri jaan. Pyar karta hoon. 

(Ammi call khatam karti hai, lambi kaamp rahi saans leti hai, phone abhi bhi haath mein) 

Ammi: (Gajendra ki taraf palat kar, aadha hanste aadha daant-te hue) Tum bilkul namumkin ho… usne
 kam se kam paanch baar meri karah suni! Kitne jhooth bolne pade. 

Gajendra: (use kheench kar paas laate, muskurate hue) Aur tum kitne khoobsurat jhooth bole, meri 
chhoti dhokebaaz _ biwi. Ab… yeh resham ki shorts utar rahi hain. Main bahut intezaar kar 
chuka hoon. 

Ammi: (pehle se usmein pighal rahi, dheemi karah jab woh chumban karta) Tum ek din mujhe pakadwa
 doge… lekin abhi to mujhe parwah bhi nahi. 

Gajendra: Achha. Kyonki aaj raat main tumhe itna zor se chodunga ki tum bhool jaogi tumhara koi 
shauhar bhi hai. Jhuk jao. 

Woh jaldi call khatam kar ke phone dheere se rakh diya, phir Gajendra ki baahon mein palat kar chhoti 
si hanasi ke saath. 

“Dekha? Itna bura nahi tha. Lekin suno mujhe — main kitni buri aurat ban gayi hoon
 ab, apne shauhar se itni aasani se jhooth bol rahi jo abhi hospital se wapas aaya hai aur ghar par akela
 mera intezaar kar raha hai. Kaisi biwi hoon main? Bahut bura lag raha hai… lekin saath hi yeh ruk nahi 
sakti. Tumhe chahti hoon.” 

Gajendra muskuraya, use phir se kheench kar paas laaya. “Tum buri nahi ho, Shahida. Tum akhirkaar khud 
se sach bol rahi ho. Poore chaar din — chaar din jab main tumhe jab chahe, jaise chahe chod sakta hoon,
 jab woh soch raha hoga tum bas kaam ya doston se milne gayi ho. Hum sambhal kar rahenge, lekin har 
pal ka maza lenge. Socho: subah, dopahar, raat — sab mera.” 

Ammi ne sar hilaaya, aankhein gunah aur utsaah se chamakti hui. “Haan, lekin sambhal kar, Gajendra. 
Zaid in dinon ghar par bahut rehta hai. Mera beta cheezein notice karta hai. Usse kuchh shak nahi hone
 dena. Woh kabhi kabhi sawaal bhi karta hai. Hum chup rehna hoga… ya jab woh bahar ho tab milna 
hoga.” 






Woh phir josh se chumban karne lage, muh ek doosre se takrate hue, haath har jagah ghoom rahe. 
Gajendra ne use aasani se uthaya aur bistar par le gaya, kinaare par baitha diya taaki taangein latak 
rahi thi. Woh uski raanon ke beech ghutno par baitha, gehra chumban jari rakhte hue, phir thoda peeche
 hata kar bola. 

“Chaar din, Shahida. Chaar din jab bhi mauka mile main tumhare andar dafn. Itni baar tumhe 
jhadwaunga ki tum apne shauhar ko bhool jaogi. Aur tum aur maangogi, na?” 

Ammi ke gaal laal ho gaye, lekin woh sharma kar muskurayi. “Main… main jaanti hoon main maangungi.
 Tumne mujhe aisi cheezein pasand kara di jinhe main kabhi sochi bhi nahi. Bas waada karo Zaid ke 
saamne sambhal kar rahenge. Mujhe nahi chahti woh kuchh dekhe ya sune jo use thes pahunchaye.” 

“Bilakul sambhal kar rahenge,” usne tasalli di, uski raanon par haath pherte hue. 

“Lekin abhi sirf hum hain. Koi aur matter nahi karta.” 

Woh phir chumban karne lage, is baar dheeme, ek doosre ka maza lete hue. 

Ammi thoda peeche hati, awaaz naram aur sapnon jaisi. “Mujhe tumse chumban karna bahut pasand 
hai, Gajendra. Tere honth bilkul alag lagte hain — itne mazboot, itne yakini. Har baar chumban karte
 waqt lagta hai main pighal rahi hoon. Main ghanton chumban karti reh sakti hoon bina thake.” 

Usne use dheere se bistar par litaya, us par chadh kar, muh zyada der tak uske muh se alag nahi hua. 
Chumbanon ke beech fisfisaya, “Tum ab bilkul trained randi ban gayi ho, Shahida. Mujhe fakhr hai kitni 
achhe se train kiya maine tumhe. Yaad hai pehli baar kitni sharma rahi thi? Ab dekho — bina maange
 taangein faila rahi ho, jo bhi dunga sab lene ko tayyar. Meri perfect chhoti randi.” 

Ammi ne sharam se chehra ghumaya, lekin jism ne dhoka diya, kamar uski taraf uthi. “Aisa mat kaho…
 yeh sun kar bahut ganda mehsoos hota hai. Mujhe pata hai main badal gayi hoon, lekin zor se sunna…
 sharm aati hai. Tumse pehle main aisi kabhi nahi thi. Tumne mujhe aisa banaya.” 

Usne gaalon par naram chumban kiye, maatha, aankhon ki paltakon par, naak par, chehre ko pyaar bhare
 chhote chumbanon se dhak diya. “Aur mujhe woh aurat bahut pasand hai jo maine banayi. Meri 
khoobsurat, bechain randi jo bilkul jaanti hai mujhe khush kaise karna.” 






Gajendra neeche gaya, ungliyan uski tight peeli shorts ke kamar band mein daali. Dheere se neeche 
kheench kar utara, naram raanein dikhai di aur neeche chhoti panty. Ammi ne kamar utha kar madad 
ki, honth kaat kar. “Gajendra… shayad pehle jaldi se nahaa loon. Subah se bahar thi. Taza nahi mehsoos
 ho rahi.” 

Usne sar hilaaya, shorts phenk di. “Koi nahana nahi. Mujhe bilkul aise hi chahiye — garam, asli, natural.
 Mujhe teri boo aur maza pasand hai jab tu mere liye intezaar karti hai. Ek cheez bhi mat dho.” 

Thodi der baat hui, Ammi pehle dheere se zid karti rahi. “Lekin chipchipa mehsoos ho raha… din lamba
 tha. Sirf paanch minute shower mein?” 

“Yahin raho,” usne pyaar se lekin sakhti se kaha, andaruni raan par chumban karte hue. “Mujhe asli tum
 chahiye, koi saaf-suthri khushbudaar nahi. Yaad karo pichhli baar jab market se aayi thi tab maine tujhe
 turant liya tha? Kitni geeli, musk wali aur perfect thi. Bharosa rakh — tu bilkul aise hi lajawab hai.” 

Ammi akhirkaar sharma kar hanasi. “Theek hai… agar tum sach mein aise hi chahte ho. Tum hamesha
 apni manmaani karwa lete ho.” 

Jab usne panty neeche ki to thodi saaf ki hui chut dikhi — upar halka sa kale baalon ka patch, neeche
 phooli hui honth, chamdi chamakti aur geeli. 

Honthon ke beech thoda khula, pehle se geela aur bulawa deta. 

Gajendra khule dil se dekhta raha, awaaz mein tareef. “Dekh yeh sundar chut. Mere liye itni achhe se 
saaf ki, sirf thoda baal chhoda taaki itni auratana aur natural lage. Honth pehle se phule aur chamak rahe
 — dekha kitne khul rahe hain mere liye? Perfect. Itni gulabi aur rasili. Din bhar dekhta reh sakta hoon.” 

Ammi ne sharam se haath beech mein rakh diya, chhupane ki koshish. “Itna ghoor kar mat dekho… ab
 bhi sharm aati hai. Itni baar choda phir bhi jab aise dekhte ho to sharma jaati hoon.” 

Usne dheere se lekin mazbooti se uska haath hata kar bistar par daba diya. “Koi chhupana nahi. Kyon 
sharma rahi ho, pyari? Main har inch dekh chuka, har hissa chakha. Yeh chut ab meri hai. Dekh kitni 
geeli ho gayi sirf chumban aur baaton se. Khoobsurat.” 

Gajendra ne sir neeche kiya aur lambi, dheemi chaaton se uski chut chaatne laga, zubaan chauri aur
 garam uski shikaron par. Ammi zor se karahi, peeth bistar se uth gayi. “Ohhh… Gajendra… bahut acha
 lag raha… wahin… ” 




 

Usne sar uthaya ek pal ke liye, honth uski ras se chamakte hue. “Teri chut ka swad bahut acha hai, 
Shahida—meetha aur thoda khatta, bilkul waisa jaisa mujhe pasand hai. Itni creamy aur garam. Main 
tujhe ghanton chaat sakta hoon.” 

Uski chut abhi bhi thodi baal wali thi us naram triangular patch mein, kaale ghungarale baal ab geele 
aur chipchipa hue uski zubaan aur uski geeli pan se. Jab woh chaat raha tha, mera dimag baar baar 
abbu ki taraf ja raha tha—kitna poora dhoka de rahi thi Ammi abhi. 

Abbu hospital se ghar wapas aa gaye the, shayad apni pasandida kursi par aaram kar rahe honge, 
phone par usne jo bhi kaha us par poora yakeen karte hue. Woh us par bilkul bharosa karte the, sochte 
the woh masoom kaam se bahar gayi hai, kabhi khayal bhi nahi aata ki jis aurat se pyar karte the woh
 hotel ke bistar par taangein faila kar doosre mard ke saath leti hui hai. 

Abbu hamesha uski tareef karte the—perfect biwi, deendar, khayal rakhne wali, sharmili. Lekin yahan
 woh randi ki tarah karah rahi thi jab Gajendra ki zubaan uski chut ki paraton ke beech kaam kar rahi 
thi, jism har qasam ko dhoka de raha tha jo usne uske saath li thi. 

Yeh farq dil ghabraane wala aur utsaahit karne wala dono tha—Abbu akela aur kamzor, bimaari se ubhar 
rahe, jab Ammi ki chut usi mard se chaati ja rahi thi jisne “madad” ki thi uske ilaaj ke bill mein. 

Usse bilkul khabar nahi ki uski biwi ki chut ki pooja ho rahi hai, uski karahen kisi aur ke liye hain. Yeh 
dhoka itna gehra, itna zalimana, phir bhi Ammi jaari rakhe hue thi, kamar Gajendra ke chehre par ragad 
rahi thi jaise abbu ka wajood hi na ho. 

Main chupke se Gajendra aur Ammi ko gande kaam karte dekhta raha, keyhole se jhaank kar poora 
chhupa hua tha. 

Baad mein, zor ki karahon ke beech, Ammi saans phoolte hue boli, “Gajendra… main tera lund choosna 
chahti hoon… please… mujhe tera swad chakhne de.” 

Woh thodi der aur chaata raha, uska maza lete hue, phir bistar par upar chala gaya. Ammi chaar haathon
 par baith gayi, chehra uske crotch ke saamne. 

Uska lund bahut bada tha—mota aur lamba, aasani se gyarah inch, nasen bhara aur bhari, sir pehle se hi 
precum tapak raha tha. Ammi ki aankhein phail gayi, woh purani bhook aur thoda dar ka mila jula nazara. 

“Khuda, yeh kitna bada hai,” woh fisfisayi, dono haathon se neeche pakad kar. “Har baar dekh kar yakeen
 nahi hota yeh mere andar fit ho jata hai. Gyarah inch ki poori motai… is cheez ke saath tu chal bhi kaise 
pata hai?” 

Gajendra hanse, uske baal sehlate hue. “Lekin tu isse pyar karti hai na? Bata kitna pyar karti hai mere 
bade lund se.” 

“Haan… mujhe kitna bhara hua mehsoos hota hai. Yeh mujhe itna zyada failata hai jitna… koi aur kabhi 
nahi kar sakta. Yeh almost zyada hai, lekin main iski pyaasi hoon.” 

Usne sir par thook diya, laar shaft par behne di, phir muh mein liya. Dheere dheere nigla, inch by inch, 
jab tak honth motai ke ird-gird fail gaye aur gaal ke andar lund ka ubhaar saaf dikhai diya. 

Woh poori randi lag rahi thi—professional wali—kitni josh se kaam kar rahi thi, kitna gehra le rahi thi, gala
 kitna dheela kar ke har inch qubool kar rahi thi. 

Aankhein paani se bhar rahi thi lekin rukti nahi, halki gagging awaazein khushi ki karahon ke saath mil 
rahi thi, zubaan neeche se expert tareeke se chal rahi thi—sab kuchh ab tajurba dikha raha tha, hafton
 ki chhupi mulaqaton se Gajendra ne jo training di thi. 

Woh ab woh sharmili, modest biwi nahi thi; woh ek aurat thi jo itne bade lund ki pooja karna achhe se 
jaanti thi. 

Gajendra ne uska sar dheere lekin mazbooti se pakda, harkatein guide karte hue. “Bas yeh, meri achhi 
ladki. Har inch le. Dekh—tera gaal mere lund se ubhar raha hai. Kitni khoobsurat.” 

Yeh nazara mujhe sharam ki badi lahar se bhar diya—yeh meri Ammi thi, jisne bachpan mein mujhe loriyan 
sunayi thi, ab doosre mard ke bade lund par gag kar rahi thi jaise yeh sabse aam baat ho. 

Phir bhi isi waqt mujhe bahut acha lag raha tha, sharmnaak utsaah, mera apna lund pant mein dard se 
dhadak raha tha dekhte hue. 

Baad mein, Ammi bistar par peeth ke bal let gayi, taangein poori faila kar. Gajendra us par chadh gaya, 
uska bhari jism uske upar. Usne gyarah inch ka lund haath mein liya aur mota sir uski darwaze par ragda, 
geeli paraton par upar neeche. 

“Tayyar hai meri jaan?” woh dheere se poocha. “Pehle dheere dheere andar jaunga.” 

Ammi ne sir hilaya, honth kaat te hue. “Haan… lekin dheere, Gajendra. Tu bahut bada hai. Mujhe waqt 
chahiye khulne ke liye.” 

Woh aage dhakela, sir ne chut ke honthon ko failaya. “Yeh meri tight chhoti randi… mehsoos kar teri chut 
kaise mujhe nigal rahi hai? Achhi ladki. Sab le.” 

Ammi zor se karahi, haath uske kandhon par jakad kar. “Ohhh… itna gehra pehle se… dheere… please…
 tu mujhe poora bhar raha hai…” 

“Le, tu gandi chhoti biwi. Tera shauhar tujhe kabhi aise faila nahi sakta na? Sirf mera bada lund yahan 
ka haqdaar hai.” 






Woh andar dhakel raha raha, inch baad mota inch gayab hota gaya jab tak poora hilt tak andar nahi gaya. 
Phir usne chodna shuru kiya—zor ke gehre dhakke jo poora bistar hila rahe the, headboard deewar se
 takra raha tha har dhakke ke saath. Ammi ke choochiyan zor zor se uchal rahe the, karahen khushi ki
 cheekhon mein badal gayi. 

“Mujhe aur zor se chodo, Gajendra!” woh utsuk hokar boli, awaaz kachchi. “Haan, aise hi—rukna mat!
 Har inch se mujhe barbaad karne de!” 

“Yeh meri randi,” woh garajte hue bola, tez dhakke maarte hue. “Le yeh lund. Teri chut mere liye bani
 hai—lalchi, geeli, aur perfect.” 

“Aur zor se! Mujhe apna bana le! Mujhe pasand hai tu kaise chodta hai—itna mazboot, itna gehra! Mat 
rukna!” 

Bistar cheekh raha tha aur karah raha tha unke neeche, kamra geeli awaazon se bhar gaya—chamdi se
 chamdi takrane ki, aur Ammi ki be-sharam utsukta. “Haan… haan… bilkul wahan! Chod apni buri biwi 
ko! Main chaar din ke liye poori teri hoon!” 

Aur woh jaari rakhe, ek doosre mein khoye hue, jab main andhere se dekhta raha, sharam, jaln aur naa-
inkaar utsaah se jalte hue jo ab main inkaar nahi kar sakta tha. 




 

[Deepak_bull]

CHAPTER 30


Meri be-sharam mom apni rooh tak sad chuki hai, is chapter ko padho
aur jaano kyun.





Gajendra usko zor zor se chod raha tha, uski taqatwar kamar us par dhakke maar rahi thi, 
ek be-rehem, saza dene wali rhythm mein jo poora hotel ka bistar unke wazan ke neeche cheekh
 rahi thi aur karah rahi thi. 


Har gehra dhakka Ammi ke jism mein bijli ki tarah daudta, uske bade bhari choochiyon ka uchalna,
 naram pet ka hilna, moti raanon ka kaanpna jab woh khud ko sambhalne ki koshish karti. 
Chamdi ki thap thap ki awaaz kamre mein goonj rahi thi—geeli, ghaleez, aur rukne wali nahi. 

Dono ke jism par paseena chamak raha tha, Gajendra ke mazboot seene se tapak kar Ammi ki 
peeth par gir raha, uski pehle se geeli chamdi ke saath mil kar. Usne uski chaudi kamar ko 
mazboot ungliyon se pakda, itna zor se nichoda ki laal nishaan pad gaye, har aage ke dhakke ke 
saath use peeche kheench kar apne motay lund par baitha raha. 

“Ohhh… Gajendra… main kitni gandi gunahgaar hoon,” Ammi karah ke beech saans lete hue boli,
 awaaz sharam aur khushi se kaamp rahi. “Mujhe to acche _ biwi hona chahiye… roz
 paanch waqt ,,.,… parda… lekin dekho ab. Main ek ***** mard ko mujhe barbaad karne de 
rahi hoon. Main apne mazhab ki har baat se dhoka de rahi hoon. Main randi hoon… gandi,
 be-sharam randi jo dozakh ki aag ki haqdaar hai.” 

Gajendra dheeme andhere se hansta, speed kabhi nahi ghatayi. “Sahi kaha, Shahida. Bata kitni 
sadi hui hai tu. Bata kitna pasand hai tujhe apne ,.' se dhoka dete hue mera lund tujhe 
failata hua.” 

“Aaahhh… uuhhh… haan mujhe pasand hai,” woh cheekhti, zor se peeche dhakel rahi. “Mera 
shauhar ghar par bimaar pada hai, shayad meri dua kar raha hai, aur main yahan… tere liye
 taangein faila rahi hoon. Mera mazhab kehta hai yeh haram hai… bara gunah… lekin ruk nahi
 sakti. Main ab _ nahi. Main sirf teri chhinal hoon. Mujhe istemaal kar… meri kamzori
 ki saza de.” 

Isi waqt, hotel ki deewar par lage ghadi ne dheeme se midnight paar kiya, uski halki tik-tik 
awaaz unki bhari saanson aur geeli chudai ki awaaz mein kho gayi. Khidki ke bahar door se 
ek gaadi ka horn baja aur khamosh ho gaya, corridor mein elevator ki halki ding goonji, yaad 
dilate hue ki duniya ke normal zindagi sirf in deewaron ke paar chal rahi hai. 

Abbu ghar par akela so rahe the, unka kamzor jism patli chadar ke neeche modha hua, seena 
dheere dheere uth raha gir raha, bilkul be-khabar ki unki wafadar biwi kuchh kilometer door
 sabse gehri randi-pan kar rahi thi. 

Gajendra achanak bahar nikala geeli chatak ke saath, Ammi ko ek hi jhatke se peeth ke bal
 lita diya. “Ab tu mujh par chadh, tu imaan chhodne wali kutiya. Dikha kitna tune apna 
mazhab chhod diya.” 

Ammi ne jhat se na kaha. Woh us par chadh gayi, kamar par baith kar, uski badi naram gaand 
uski god mein baith gayi. Usne apne taangon ke beech haath daala, uske chamakte lund ko 
apne muh tak le aayi aur dheere baith gayi, har mota inch andar lete hue jab tak uski chut 
ne use poora nigal nahi liya. 






“Uuuuhhh… aahhaaa… kitna gehra,” woh karahi, aankhein peeche mud gayi. Usne upar neeche 
hona shuru kiya, badi gaand hilti uchalti, har uthne girne se gosht lahra raha. Upar neeche, uski
 badi gaand ke tukde uski raanon par thap thap kar rahe, harkat jadooi aur ghaleez. 

Gajendra ke haath upar gaye, choochiyon ko nichoda, nipples ko zor se dabaya. “Dekh teri halat,
 Shahida. Tera beta bhi ghin kha jayega agar jaan le uski deendar Ammi ***** lund par sasti 
randi ki tarah uchal rahi hai.” 

“Yesss… aaahhh… main ghinoni hoon,” woh siskari, aage jhuk kar bhookhe chumban karne lagi. 






Unki zubaanen geeli geeli lad rahi thi jab woh tez chadhne lagi, badi gaand ab zor se hil rahi, 
bistar ke spring cheekh rahe. “Meri chut tere liye tapak rahi… mera imaan khatam… main sirf
 tere maza ke liye ched hoon. Uuuhhh… aur gehra… mujhe bhar de.” 

Uska lund itna gehra tha ki har neeche baithne se uska pet thoda ubhar raha, sir cervix par dab 
raha. Ammi ki karahen tez hoti gayi, tooti hui—“Aaaahhh… uuuhhh… oh Khuda… main jhad rahi…
 tere lund par jhad rahi jab mera shauhar akela so raha!” 

Baad mein Gajendra ne use phir palta, is baar haathon ghutnon par doggystyle mein. “Ab teri 
gaand chahiye. Apni moti gaand ke tukde faila, tu gandi _ randi.” 

Ammi ne peeche haath badhaya, ungliyan naram bhari gosht mein dhansayi aur tukde poore
 failaye, ched bilkul nanga. “Aise? Aahha… kya khula kaafi hai?” 

Ammi: (bistar par chaar haathon ghutnon par, safed blouse aadha khula, laal veil abhi bhi saaf 
pinned, saans bhari jab woh abhi chut se bahar nikala) Gajendra… meri gaand… ab teri hai. Le 
le. Yeh teri hai. 

Gajendra: (peeche ghutnon par sirf tight safed baniyan mein, haath pehle se uski chaudi kamar
 par) Bilkul sahi, Shahida. Dekh yeh moti _ gaand… (halke se thappad, phir dheere 
dheere tukdon ko gol gol masalta) Kaise itni badi rasili ho gayi, haan? Saara biryani naan jama
 ho gaya jab tera bekaar shauhar TV dekhta raha? 

Ammi: (uske haathon par thoda peeche dhakel, awaaz dheemi gunahgaar) Mmm… haan… 
Hussein ne kabhi chhua nahi. Theek se dekha bhi nahi. Uske nazar mein ganda hai, sochna bhi 
haram. To yeh bas… badhti gayi. Saalon se. Tere jaise kisi ke intezaar mein. 

Gajendra: (andhere se hansta, gehra masalta) Tera pavitra chhota shauhar—bimaar bistar par, 
paanch waqt ,,.,, jab uski biwi ki moti gaand ek kafir pooj raha. Bechara. Yeh ched uske 
layak nahi. Mere layak hai. 

Ammi: (naram karah jab uske angooth tukde failate) Ahh… tu sahi hai… usne kabhi deserve 
nahi kiya… 

(Gajendra jhukta, garam saans chamdi par, phir zubaan dheere se uske puckered ched par le 
jaata) 

Ammi: Ohhh… Gajendra… aaj theek se dhoya bhi nahi… subah nahaya tha lekin… abhi bhi… 
neeche ganda hai… 

Gajendra: (zubaan jaan bujh kar gol gol, awaaz uske khilaaf muffled) Parwah nahi. Tera maza
 hai. Paseena, boo, asli. Yeh chahiye mujhe. 

Ammi: (zor se karah, chehra laal) Tu kitna bura… ganda aadmi… aurat ke undhoye gaand ched ko
 janwar ki tarah chaat raha… ughhh… mere dimag mein bura mat soch, jaanta hoon tu soch raha… 

Gajendra: (hansta, zubaan zor se) Tu pasand karti hai, pavitra chhinal. Garam kutiya ki tarah 
karah rahi jab main teri tatti wali ched chaat raha. 

(Achanak, chhoti si be-ikhtiyar tatti nikal gayi—tez aur sunai dene wali, woh zor se thardi) 

Ammi: (aankhein phaili, jism jam gaya) Oh mera Khuda—! Maaf karna… (ghabra kar hansti, sharm
 se) Yeh bas… nikal gaya… jaan bujh kar nahi… bahut sharminda hoon… 

Gajendra: (peeche nahi hata, jaan bujh kar soonghta) Mmm… chhoti gandi thardi. Ande aur kari ki 
boo. Tez. 

Ammi: (aadhi hansti, aadhi siskari) Bas… aise mat bolo… ghin aati hai… main ab bahut sasti mehsoos
 kar rahi… 

Gajendra: (muskurate, phir chaatne laga) Nahi, yeh sach hai. Jaise tera sada character, Shahida. 
Perfect veili biwi banne ka dikhawa, lekin meri zubaan par thardi karte hue jab tera shauhar 
hospital mein sad raha. Jaise teri rooh gunah se sad rahi. 

Ammi: (sharam ke bawajood karah, kamar hilti) Tu bahut bura… lekin… shayad sahi. Yeh sab boo… 
meri thardi, jhooth, sab… main kitni buri aurat hoon… 

Gajendra: (zubaan gehra ghumata, ek ungli saath mein daalta) Bilkul. Aur mujhe pasand hai. Yaad 
hai pichhli baar? Jab maine yeh ched choda aur tune thodi tatti mere lund par kar di? Kitna garam
 tha. 

Ammi: (saans rukti, awaaz kaamp) Ohhh… phir kyon chahta hai? Yeh kitna ganda… sharmnaak… 

Gajendra: (un gli andar bahar dheere) Kyonki yeh asli hai. Koi nakli paakizaagi nahi. Sirf tu—gandi, 
boo wali, tatti karne wali _ Ammi jo mujhe sab deti jo tera shauhar kabhi nahi paaya. Ab
 yeh moti tukde faila. 

Ammi: (dono haathon se peeche, gaand aur faila kar, awaaz kaamp) Aise…? Ya ,.'… main sach mein
 yeh kar rahi… 

Gajendra: (thook mota ched par, lund ke sir se ragadta) Achhi ladki. Khule rakh. Dheere andar ja 
raha… mehsoos kar tera thook teri boo ke saath mil raha. 

Ammi: (lambi dheemi karah jab woh andar dabata) Ahhhh… fail raha… itna mota… tu sach mein meri
 gandi ched mein phir ja raha… 

Gajendra: (inch inch, karah) Fuck haan… ab bhi tight. Yeh gaand ***** lund ke liye bani, tere
 namard shauhar ke liye nahi. Bata kis ki hai. 

Ammi: (haanfte, peeche dhakel kar milti) Teri… sirf teri… aur gehra le… mujhe teri gandi chhinal
 bana… 






Gajendra: (poora andar, ek second ruk kar) Sahi. Ab jakad. Mehsoos kar yeh ganda chhota thardi 
wala ched mujhe pakadta. 

Ammi: (uske ird-gird jakad, siskari) Mmm… aise…? Hawa mein meri thardi ki boo abhi bhi… 
bahut sharm… 

Gajendra: (dheere dhakke shuru) Sharm aur perfect. Baatein gandi karte reh jab main yeh
 ched phir barbaad karoon. Bata Hussein se kitna behtar hoon main. 

Ammi: (har dhakke se karah mein toot) Bahut behtar… usne kabhi… ahh… itna bhara mehsoos
 nahi karwaya… itna istemaal… itna ganda… zor se chodo, Gajendra… please… 

Gajendra: (tez hota, haath kamar par) Meri ladki. Zor se karah. Padosi sun le kaisi awaaz 
nikalti hai jab dhoke wali _ randi gaand marwati hai. 

“Achhi ladki,” Gajendra garja, ched par thook kar mota sir rakha. “Teri gaand itni badi… aur 
faila. Sab kuchh dekhna chahta hoon.” 

Ammi ne zor se failaya, siskari. Woh dheere dheere andar gaya, phir zor ka dhakka. Woh garam
 kutiya ki tarah cheekhi—“AAAHHHAAA… UUUUHHH… andar ja raha… itna bada… aahhaaa… 
uuhhh!” 

Kyonki usne pehle kai baar gaand maari thi, is baar aasani se andar gaya, ched uski motai ke
 ird-gird fail kar bina zyada virodh, gehra tak jab tak uske balls uski chut se takra nahi gaye. 

Ghar par, abbu ke phone par bedside table par hospital ki yaad text aayi, lekin woh dawai ke 
gehre neend mein so rahe the. 

Gajendra ne lambi taqatwar dhakken shuru ki, uski badi gaand har dhakke se zor se hilti. Bhari
 tukde hilte thapakte, gosht ki lehren bahar ki taraf, jahan uski kamar takra rahi thi. “Fuck…
 teri gaand perfect hai,” woh karaha. “Itni naram… itni dheeli pehle se, jitni baar maine 
barbaad ki.” 

Main apne chhupne wale kamre se jor jor se mutth maar raha tha, haath upar neeche, crack
 door se dekhte hue. Apni Ammi ko aise treat hote dekh kar lund dard se dhadak raha. Main
 muskuraya dekhte hue. 


“Uuuuhhh… aahhaaa… ab bahut acha lag raha hai,” Ammi karah rahi thi, abhi bhi apne gaand
 ke tukde failaye hue. “Tera lund meri gandi ched mein itna gehra… main kitni buri 
_ hoon… tujhe aise maila karne de rahi hoon.” 

“Ab failana band kar,” Gajendra ne kaha, awaaz lust se bhari. “Mera lund teri randi gaand
 mein poora dafn hai. Mehsoos kar rahi hai kitni dheeli ho rahi hai? Deewarein haath de
 rahi hain… ab sahi lund ki sleeve ban rahi hai.” 

Usne gaand ke tukde chhode, woh hilte hue uske dhakke wale lund ke ird-gird azaad ho gaye. 
“Aaahhh… haan… dheeli ho rahi hai… har baar jab tu peeche chodata hai yeh aur failti hai.
 Uuuhhh… mehsoos ho raha hai khul rahi hai tere liye.” 

“Mujhe pasand hai teri gaand kitni dheeli ho rahi hai,” woh bola, zor zor se dhakke maarte
 hue. “Jaldi hi yeh khuli hi rahegi jab main andar nahi bhi rahunga… hamesha ki yaad 
dilane wali nishani ki tu ab meri gaand ki randi hai, koi pavitra biwi nahi.” 





Ammi ko phir dard mehsoos hone laga jab be-ruk dhakke tez ho gaye. “Aahhaaa… uuuhhh… 
dard hone laga… lekin rukna mat… please…” 

Woh aage gir padi, pet ke bal let gayi, chehra takiye mein daba hua. Mujhe bahut pasand aaya 
woh uske saath jaise poori randi treat kar raha tha— uske mazhab ko be-izzat kar raha, jism
 ko be-rahmi se istemaal kar raha, ek baar modest aurat ko apna personal chudai ka khilona
 bana raha. Yeh dekhna nasha karne wala tha. 

Ab Gajendra poora uski peeth par tha, uska wazan use mattress mein dabaye hue jab woh
 prone-bone position mein gaand mein dhakke maar raha tha. 

Is position mein gaand mein gehraai zyada hoti hai kyonki uska jism poora flat tha, gaand ke
 tukde uske wazan se aapne aap fail gaye, lund pehle se kai inch zyada andar ja raha tha,
 angle bilkul perfect tha uski aant ke sabse gehre hisse ko chhoone ke liye. 






Isi waqt hotel ka air conditioner dheeme se gunj raha tha, kamre ki badhti badboo wali hawa 
ko ghuma raha tha. 

“Fuck… teri garam gaand kitni shandaar lag rahi hai,” Gajendra taarif kar raha tha, kamar
 aage patak kar. “Itni garam aur tight abhi bhi itni failne ke baad. Karah mere liye, randi.” 

“Uuuuhhh… aahhaaa… haan… andar itni garam hai… tu kitna kismat wala hai meri badi gaand 
chodne ke liye,” Ammi saans lete hue boli. “Har mard meri jaise gaand ka sapna dekhta hai… 
naram… badi… aur ab teri barbaad karne ke liye.” 

Ammi: (bistar par pet ke bal leti, gaand thodi upar, takiye mein karah rahi jab Gajendra 
dheere dheere gaand mein dhakke maar raha) Ahhh… Gajendra… ohhh… itna gehra… mmm… 

Gajendra: (muskurate, haath kamar par pakde, rhythm se dhakke) Fuck, teri chhoti tight 
_ gaand mere lund ke ird-gird perfect lag rahi hai. Jaanti hai… maine tujhe kabhi
 veil ke bina nahi dekha. Ek baar bhi nahi. Hamesha acche deendar biwi ki tarah dhaki hui. 

Ammi: (dhakke ke beech saans rukti) Ahh… yeh… mmm… mera mazhab ki nishani hai… 
sharam… ya Khuda… ohhh… 

Gajendra: (dheeme hanste, ek zor ka dhakka maar kar) Sharam? Abhi dekh teri halat, Shahida
—chehra neeche, gaand upar, ***** lund apni tatti wali ched mein le rahi jaise sasti randi.
Tera mazhab ab bilkul be-maani hai. Har qanoon tod diya tune. Roz paanch waqt ,,.,,
 phir mere liye gaand failana? Sad gayi hai tu. Poori tarah sad gayi. 

Ammi: (siskari, jism har dhakke se hilta) Nahi… aisa mat bol… ahhh… yeh abhi bhi mera imaan
 hai… main bas… mmm… gir gayi… oh Khuda… 

Gajendra: Giri? Tu kood gayi, baby. Tune shauhar ko behosh kiya, uske saath soye hue mera 
choosa, ghar ke har ched marwaye. Woh veil ab sirf jhooth hai jo tu pehenti hai. Utar de. 
Dikha asli randi ko neeche. 

Ammi: (awaaz kaamp rahi, aadhi karah aadha virodh) Agar utar diya… ahhh… bilkul nangi 
mehsoos hogi… khuli hui… jaise sab kuchh kho diya… please… dheere kar… meri gaand bahut
 dard kar rahi… dard ho raha… 

Gajendra: (dhakke thode dheeme kiye lekin abhi bhi gehre, aage jhuk kar veil ke pin 
kheenchna shuru) Dard? Achha hai. Matlab har inch mehsoos kar rahi hai jo buri ladki 
deserve karti hai. Aa… chhod de. Main utar doon scarf? Theek hai? 

Ammi: Theek hai… utar diya… ahhh… dheere… please… main minnat kar rahi hoon… 






Gajendra: (veil phenk kar, ungliyan uske khule baalon mein pherta jab gaand mein dheeme 
grinding rhythm) Fuck… dekh teri halat. Bilkul alag. Itni sundar ab. Ab chhupane ki 
zarurat nahi. 

Ammi: (saans rukti, awaaz chhoti) Kya main… sundar hoon? Iske bina? 

Gajendra: (jhuk kar gardan ke peeche chumban) Sundar? Shit, Shahida, tu bahut shandaar
 hai. Baalon mein uljhan, chehra laal, gaand lund se bhari. Yeh asli tu hai. Woh dhaki hui
 nun wala dikhawa nahi. 

Ammi: (dheemi karah, sharam ke bawajood thodi khushi) Mmm… shukriya… ahhh… lekin
 bahut ajeeb lag raha… jaise koi aur hoon… 

Gajendra: (hawa soonghte hue, phir hanste) Asli baat… main teri tatti ki boo aa rahi hai,
 baby. Yeh badboo seedhe wahan se jahan mera lund dafn hai. Abhi meri lund par tatti 
kar rahi hai? 

Ammi: (chehra laal, awaaz sharm se bhari) Ohhh nahi… aisa mat bol… kya umeed karta
 hai? Tera lund itne der se meri… meri tatti wali ched mein… ahhh… zaroor boo aayegi… 

Gajendra: (ek zor ka dhakka emphasis ke liye, usko cheekhne par majboor) Bilkul. 
Mubarak ho, randi. Tu officially meri lund par tatti kar rahi hai jab main chod raha hoon.
 Kitni izzat bachi ab? 

Ammi: (sharam se siskari) Please… iske baare mein baat mat kar… bahut sharmnaak hai…
 mmm… 

Gajendra: Sharmnaak? Achha hai. Khud soongh yeh tatti ki badboo— le, andar le. Yeh woh 
boo hai ek aurat ki jisne apna mazhab, shadi, sharam sab kachre mein phenk diya. Na 
veil, na sharam, bas ek gandi _ randi jo apni tatti ki boo se bhari hui gaand 
marwa rahi hai. 

Ammi: (be-ikhtiyar soonghti, phir chehra ghumati) Haan… mehsoos ho rahi hai… oh Khuda
… bahut gandi hai… main gandi hoon… 

Gajendra: (phir thoda tez, awaaz mein mazaak) Gandi aur khoobsurat. Dekh— bina veil,
 baal bikhere, gaand mere lund ke ird-gird faili, toilet ki tarah boo. Yeh asli randi ki 
shakal hai, Shahida. Woh nakli deendar dikhawa nahi. Yeh tu hai. 

Ammi: (zor se karah, aankhon mein aansu ke bawajood) Ahhh… jaanti hoon… main randi 
hoon… teri randi… ohhh… zor se… please… 

Gajendra: (muskurate, gaand par halka thappad) Sahi kaha. Phir bol. 

Ammi: Main teri randi hoon… bina veil ke… badboo wali… barbaad… mmm… chod mujhe… 

Gajendra: Achhi ladki. Ab har inch le aur shukriya ada kar mujhe nanga karne ka— jism, 
rooh aur izzat sab. 

Ammi: Shukriya… ahhh… shukriya mujhe aisa banane ka… ohhh… 

Main ab unke jismein judi hui bodies se halki tatti ki boo mehsoos kar raha tha— mitti jaisi,
 bilkul saaf pehchaan wali, unke jism se uth rahi thi. Gajendra ne bhi notice kiya. “Teri 
gaand tatti ki boo de rahi hai, Shahida. Itna zor zor se dhakke maarne se andar sab 
kuchh hil gaya hai.” 

“Uuhhh… jaanti hoon… bahut sharm ki baat hai… lekin rukna mat,” woh karah rahi thi. 

“Zor se daba,” usne achanak hukm diya. “Apni gaand ko aise daba jaise tatti kar rahi ho.
 Mujhe andar rehne dekar bahar nikaal.” 

Ammi ruk gayi, awaaz kaamp rahi. “Lekin… yeh ganda ho jayega… bedsheet par sab fail
 jayega…” 

“Zor se daba,” usne zid ki, abhi bhi dheere dheere dhakke maarta hua. “Main mehsoos 
karna chahta hoon teri gaand khule aur mere lund par dabaaye. Kar, tu gandi kutiya.” 

“Theek hai… koshish karti hoon… aahhaaa…” Ammi ne zor lagaya, chehra mehnat se laal. 
“Aise? Uuuhhh… ajeeb lag raha hai…” 






Usne aur zor lagaya, aur kyonki uski gaand ab itni dheeli aur faili hui thi baar baar ke sakht 
chudai se, yeh aasani se khul gayi. Thodi si naram tatti uske lund ke ird-gird lagni shuru 
ho gayi jab woh daba rahi thi, garam, ganda mehsoos kar ke woh sharam aur ajeeb khushi
 mein siskari bhar rahi thi. 

“Tu meri chudai ke waqt mere lund par tatti kar rahi hai,” Gajendra khushi se karaha. 
“Dekh kitni neeche gir gayi hai. Ek waqt ki deendar _ aurat ab sach mein tatti 
wali chhinal ban gayi. Tune har --- hadd paar kar di— zina, gaand chudai, doosre 
mazhab se, aur ab yeh. Tu ab insaan bhi nahi— sirf mera ched hai jo tatti karta hai aur 
mere liye jhadta hai.” 

“Aaahhh… uuuuhhh… jaanti hoon… main itni be-izzat ho gayi… lekin acha lag raha hai…
 rukna mat…” 

Gajendra ki raftaar tez ho gayi. “Main jhadne wala hoon, tu gandi randi. Teri tatti wali 
gaand mein apna maal bhar doonga.” 

Ammi fikar se karahi. “Ruk… hotel ki bedsheet… hum barbaad kar denge… woh extra
 paisa maangenge…” 

“Sheet ko chhod,” usne be-izzati se kaha. “Abhi teri gandi gaand mein jhad raha hoon.” 

Usne tez aur sakht dhakke marne shuru kiye, kamar itni tez hil rahi thi jaise orgasm ke 
peeche daud raha ho. “Le… har boond le, tu tatti se dhaki chhinal.” 

Uski badi gaand zor zor se hil rahi thi hamle ke neeche, tukde baar baar uchal rahe the. 

“Aaaahhh… uuuuhhh… aaahhaaa… mehsoos ho raha hai… tu meri gaand ke andar jhad 
raha hai… itna garam… itna zyada maal… meri aant mein bhar raha… meri tatti ke saath 
mil raha… uuhhh… tere lund ke ird-gird bahar nikal raha hai…” 

Jab woh jhada, moti moti dhaare uski barbaad gaand mein gehre tak gayi, kuchh bahar 
ubal kar tatti ke saath mil kar creamy, ganda mess bana diya jo uske gaand ke tukdon 
aur uske balls ke beech fail gaya. 

Ammi ka chehra khushi aur sharam se bikhar gaya, takiye ko kaat kar cheekhen dabayi,
 haath sheets ko zor se pakde hue jab jism tez ehsaas se kaamp raha tha. 

Woh dono waise hi der tak rahe, Gajendra uski peeth par bhari hui leta, lund abhi bhi 
gehre gaand mein, dheela padta hua lekin bahar nahi nikalta. Uske khatam hue lund ki 
garmi usko bhar rahi thi, ganda mess har chhoti harkat se chipchipa awaaz kar raha tha,
 use afterglow mein rakhe hue. 

“Abhi mat hilna,” Ammi saans phoolte hue fisfisayi. “Tera lund abhi bhi meri gaand mein 
itna acha lag raha… itna bhara hua… itna garam… nahi nikalna chahti.” 

Woh hans pada, dheere se ghisai karte hue. “Ab sach mein aadat pad gayi na? Mera maal
 aur teri tatti sab andar mil kar.” 

Baad mein usne bahar nikala, geeli gandi awaaz ke saath. 

Woh side par let gaya, saans tez. Uska lund Ammi ki naram tatti aur uske mota safed maal 
se dhaka tha, sir aur shaft chamak rahe the gande milaap se, daag balls tak beh rahe the.
 Kuchh mess Ammi ki badi gaand ke tukdon par bhi fail gaya tha, naram hilte gosht par 
bhure daag chhod kar. 

Jaise hamesha, Ammi jaldi uthi aur bathroom ki taraf bhagi, haath taangon ke beech 
rakh kar behne wale mess ko rokne ki koshish mein. 

Gajendra ke lund par meri apni Ammi ki tatti dekh kar main hadd paar kar gaya. Maine
 zor se mutth maari, moti dhaare chhupne ki jagah ke farsh par giri, jism gunah bhari
 khushi se kaamp raha tha jab main uski be-izzati ka ganda saboot dekh raha tha. 

Poora hotel room ab boo maar raha tha— mitti jaisi tatti ki boo, maal aur paseene ke
 saath mila kar, tez aur gehri, hawa mein chipki hui jaise unke gunah ka daag hamesha 
ke liye. 

Bathroom ke andar maine phir se thode khule darwaze se jhaanka. Gajendra Ammi ke
 saath shower mein tha. Garam paani unke nange jismon par beh raha tha jab woh uski 
peeth par dheere se sabun laga raha tha, ab almost pyar se. 

“Tu aaj raat kamal thi, Shahida,” woh dheeme se bola, uske geele kandhe par chumban 
kiya. “Itne mess ke bawajood… tune sab kuchh perfect chhinal ki tarah liya.” 

Ammi us par peeche jhuk gayi, awaaz naram lekin sharam se bhari. “Yakeen nahi hota maine 
aise daba… tujhe andar rehne dekar tatti kar di. Bahut gandi mehsoos ho rahi hoon… lekin
 ruk nahi paayi.” 

Woh hans pada, haath gaand ke tukdon ke beech neeche le jaate hue dho raha tha. “Yahi 
tujhe khaas banata hai. Ab koi hadd nahi. Tera imaan, teri izzat, teri gaand— sab mera 
barbaad karne ke liye.” 

Woh saans chhod kar uski taraf mudi, paani ke neeche. “Bas waada kar yeh hum dono ke 
beech rahega. Mera ghar kabhi nahi jaan sakta main kitni neeche gir gayi hoon.” 

Gajendra use kheench kar paas laya, paani unke beech beh raha tha. “Jab tak tu aur
 maangti rahegi, tera raaz mere paas surakshit hai, meri sundar tatti wali chhinal.” 




 

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Shukriya!! Next update will be by tomorrow, a new incident will unfold

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CHAPTER 31


Main ek besharm beta hoon jo bilkul bhi shukriya ke laayak nahi
, kyunki maine apni mom ko apne dad ke saath dhokha dete 
hue dekha.


Agli subah main dheere dheere jaaga, hotel ke kamre ki patli pardaon se suraj ki roshni
 andar aa rahi thi, bistar par garam nishaan bana rahi thi. 

Mera haath abhi bhi sookha aur chipchipa tha raat ke veery se, jo maine zor zor se 
mutth maar kar giraaya tha Ammi ke Gajendra se gaand marwane ke zinda yaadon par
— uska jism kaise tedha hua tha, karahen mere dimag mein goonj rahi thi jaise koi 
mana hua geet. 

Maine aankhein ragdi, neend aur abhi bhi uttejna ka mila jula ehsaas, chadar taangein
 mein uljhi hui bechain neend se. Gajendra ne jo hotel book kiya tha woh sach mein
 shandaar tha, naram farsh, king size bistar jo aapko aaram mein dubo deta, aur 
balcony neeche shaant bagiche ki taraf. 

Jaise honeymoon suite, bilkul Ammi aur Gajendra ke chhupke getaway ke liye perfect, 
unka gair-qanooni ishq phool raha tha jab abbu ghar par the, Ammi ke jhoothon mein
 phanse hue— "family trip" ya jo bhi bahana usne banaya tha is baar. 

Woh shayad soch
 raha hoga woh kuchh kaam nipta rahi hai ya rishtedaaron se milne gayi hai, kabhi
 shak nahi kiya uske dhoke ki gehraai ka. 

Maine taangein failayi aur utha, dhundhla pan jhatka, aur unke kamre se judi darwaza
 ki taraf chala. Pehle halka thokha, phir thoda zor se jab turant jawab nahi aaya. 
Andar se pehle chumban ki awaazein sunai di. 





"Ammi? Jaag gayi?" maine pukara, kaan darwaze se lagaya. Andar se karahen ki
 awaazein— pehle dheemi, phir tez hoti hui, laay daar aur bilkul pehchaan wali. 

Mera dil zor se dhadka; kya woh subah subah chodna shuru kar rahe the? Awaazein gehri
 thi, saans ki garam foonk aur dheemi baatein, dimag mein uljhe haath pair aur garam
 twacha ki tasveer bana rahi thi. 

Socha shayad woh jud kar uthi hongi, Gajendra ke haath din shuru hone se pehle hi 
uske jism par ghoom rahe honge, duniya ki parwah kiye bina unka josh phir se bhadak
 raha hoga. 

Yeh bilkul samajh aata tha— woh chhupne ke is bubble mein the, har pal indulg karne
 ka mauka. Karahen aur tez hui, aurat ki siskari jo main pehchaan gaya Ammi ki thi, 
aur maine tasavvur kiya woh ek doosre mein khoye hue, meri mojoodgi se be-khabar. 

Ek hissa unke be-parwahi par jal raha tha, kaise woh khwahish mein poora samarpan
 kar dete hain, doosra hissa usi purani, sharmnaak jaankaari se ubal raha tha. 

Darwaze ke paar unki baat sunai di, dhundhli lekin kaafi saaf scene banane ke liye. 

(Main darwaze par thok raha hoon jo dono kamron ko jodta hai, masoom ban kar lekin
 andar se muskurata hua kyonki mujhe bilkul pata hai kya chal raha hai aur unke 
"honeymoon" mood ko kharab karna chahta hoon) 

Main: Ammi? Jaag gayi? Darwaza kholo, breakfast ke baare mein baat karni hai. Hotel
 ka buffet jaldi band ho jayega. 

(Ammi aur Gajendra apne kamre mein khade the, nahane ke baad taza, dono safed 
hotel towel mein lapete hue. Gajendra ke haath busy— ek ungli uski geeli chut mein
 andar bahar, doosri uski tight gaand ke ched mein. 

Woh Ammi ke peeche khada tha,
 Ammi ke ghutne thode jhuk gaye, chehra khushi se laal, lekin woh normal banne ki
 koshish kar rahi thi) 

Ammi: (awaaz garam saans wali, khud ko sambhalte hue) Uh... aa rahi hoon, Zaid!
 Bas... ek second do. 

(Woh Gajendra se sakhti se fisfisayi, lekin kamar apne aap uski ungliyon par peeche
 dhakel rahi thi— woh is haram thrill se pagal ho rahi thi) 

Ammi: (fisfisate hue) Gajendra, ruk... please... woh bilkul yahin hai... 

Gajendra: (muskurate hue, nahi rukte, ungliyan tez) Shh, tujhe pasand hai. Mehsoos 
kar kitni geeli ho gayi hai? 

Main: Ammi, kis se baat kar rahi ho? Gajendra abhi so raha hai kya? Socha tha hum
 sab saath neeche jayenge. 

Ammi: (dheemi karah jab Gajendra ungli chut ke andar modta) Mmm... nahi, woh...
 jaag gaya hai. Hum bas... tayyar ho rahe hain. 






Main: Tayyar? Itni der se andar ho. Kyon awaaz ajeeb lag rahi hai? Jaise karah rahi ho
 ya kuchh. Theek ho? 

Ammi: (saans rukti jab Gajendra clit par angutha ragadta aur doosri ungli gaand mein 
gehri) Ahh... main theek hoon! Bas... bistar ke frame se paon thok diya. Aah! 

Main: Paon thok diya? Phir se? Kal raat bhi yahi kaha tha. Hey, Gajendra! Andar ho?
 Kyon darwaza nahi khol rahe? 

Gajendra: (dheeme se hanste hue, ungliyan andar hi rakhte hue pukara) Haan beta. Ek 
second do— hum... nahane ke baad ponchh rahe hain. 

Ammi: (jaldi se haan mein, awaaz kaamp rahi) Haan Zaid... bahar intezaar karo. Jaldi 
nikalte hain. 


Main: (zid karte hue, phir halka thokha, andar se hansta kyonki pata tha unka maza 
kharab kar raha hoon) Aao na, kholo! Bhook lagi hai. Itni der kyon? Ajeeb awaazein aa 
rahi hain— jaise saans rukna ya kuchh geela sa. 


(Darwaze ke paar Ammi ki dhundhli karahen aur Gajendra ki ungliyan chut aur gaand mein
 zor zor se kaam karne ki geeli chatak awaazein) 

Ammi: (Gajendra se fisfisate hue, beech mein karah) Gajendra... ahh... ruk jao please...
 tune kal raat meri chut aur gaand dono maari thi... nahi kar sakte... woh yahin hai... 

Gajendra: (fisfisate, tez nahi karte) Lekin tujhe khatra pasand hai na? Tere ched meri 
ungliyon ke ird-gird jakad rahe hain. Aur maang rahe hain. 

Ammi: (lafzon ke bawajood pasand karte hue, jism kaamp raha) Mmm... bahut khatarnak
 hai... lekin... oh Khuda... 

Main: (zor se thokha, abhi bhi bewakoof ban kar) Ammi? Phir woh awaazein— yeh geeli 
chatak kya hai? Jaise koi pudding hilaya ja raha ho. Darwaza kholo! 

(Main chupke se darwaze ke chhed mein aankh lagaya, andar saaf dekh raha tha: Ammi ka
 towel thoda sark raha, choochiyan ubhar rahi; Gajendra peeche, ungliyan uski chamakti
 chut aur ched mein andar bahar. Uske ras taangein par tapak rahe the) 

Ammi: (ab zor se karah, rok nahi pa rahi) Ahh... Zaid, kuchh nahi! Bas... bathroom mein
 nal tapak raha hai. 

Main: Nal? Zyada to... chhodo. Gajendra, aao na— usko darwaza khulwane do! 

Gajendra: (ungliyan dheere bahar nikaalte hue, Ammi siskari) Intezaar kar, Zaid. Bas tayyar. 

(Chhed se dekha Gajendra ne chut wali ungli muh mein daali, chus kar saaf ki— santusht
 hum ke saath uske meethay ras ka maza lete hue. Phir gaand wali ungli bhi, dheere chus 
kar, musky mitti jaisa swad savor karte hue) 

Ammi: (dekh kar, ghin aur uttejna dono, fisfisate) Gajendra... yeh ganda hai... meri
 gaand... aise nahi chaat sakte... 

Gajendra: (muskurate) Mere liye jannat jaisa maza hai. Tera yeh ganda chhota ched mera
 sabse pasandida hai. 

Ammi: (darwaze ki taraf mud kar, abhi bhi dheemi karah jab woh phir se tease karta) Zaid
... woh ek minute mein kholega. Please... ahh... bas intezaar kar. 

Main: (andar se grin karte hue, ek aur thokha) Ammi, phir karah rahi ho. Sach batao kya
 ho raha? Nahi khologi to subah bhar thokta rahunga! 

Ammi: (ab minnat karte hue, awaaz mein khushi jab Gajendra ungli phir chut mein daalta)
 Zaid please... mmm... apne kamre mein wapas ja. Hum neeche breakfast ke liye milenge.
 Waada... ohh... 

Main andar se muskuraya, uljha hua grin thrill se, lekin dil mein jaanta tha main unhe 
pareshan karna chahta tha— unke chhupke duniya mein ghusna, shayad jalne se ya bas 
unke reactions dekhne ke liye. 

"Ammi, kholo! Baat karni hai," maine zor se pukara, phir thokha. Woh kholti nahi, bilkul;
 bahut risk tha, Gajendra wahan tha aur unki halat itni kharab. 

Woh darwaze ke paar minnat ki, awaaz tan kar. "Beta please... kuchh minute do. Main..
. Gajendra ke saath kuchh zaroori kaam kar rahi hoon. Jaldi nikalte hain." 

Mujhe bilkul pata tha woh "zaroori" kaam kya tha— unki gandagi, chori ke lamhe. "Theek hai
 Ammi," maine masoom ban kar kaha, aur apne kamre mein wapas chala gaya, bistar par 
baith kar phone scroll karne laga waqt guzarne ke liye. 

Gajendra: (pukarte hue) Haan beta— paanch minute aur. Teri Ammi... busy hai. 

Main: Busy? Kis cheez se? Aao na, 

Ammi: (saans rukti, Gajendra ke haath ko dhakelne ki koshish lekin naakaam) Zaid... meri 
baat suno... ahh... bas ja. Please beta... hum jaldi kar lenge. 

Main: (halke se hanste hue, decide kiya kaafi pareshan kar diya) Theek hai theek hai. Jaldi 
karo! Bhook lagi hai. Neeche milte hain. 

(Main darwaze se peeche hata, muskurata hua apne kamre ki taraf, jaanta tha unke subah
 ke maze mein gadbad daal di. Darwaze ke paar Ammi ki rahat bhari saans aur ek aur karah
 sunai di) 

Ammi: (Gajendra se fisfisate) Shukr hai Khuda ka... ab jo shuru kiya tha poora kar... 

Gajendra: (muskurate) Khushi se 

Kareeb 20 minute baad mera phone baja— Ammi ka call tha. "Aao beta abhi," unhone kaha,
 awaaz saabit thi lekin thodi saans phooli hui si. 

Maine phir darwaza khatkhataya aur jab unhone khola to andar gaya. Ammi bahut 
khoobsurat lag rahi thi, lambi kaali zulfon ko khula chhoda hua, honthon par halka laal 
lipstick jo unke bhaare honthon ko aur nikhar de raha tha, simple towel mein bhi unka bhara
 jism saaf dikhai de raha tha. 

Kapda unki geeli chamdi se chipka hua tha, choochiyon ka ubhaar, kamar ka dubna, aur
 kamar ka failav— sab auratpan ki khushboo de raha tha. 

Woh hamesha se hi dilkash thi, lekin bina rumal ke woh aur qareeb, aur insani lag rahi thi
— baal chehre ke ird-gird naram lehron mein, kuchh taar abhi bhi nahane ke baad geele,
 taaza bebasiyat ki hawa de rahe the. 

Unki chamdi chamak rahi thi, shayad subah ke kaamon se, aankhon mein chamak thi jo 
maa wali mohabbat aur kuchh chhupa raaz mila rahi thi. 

Towel mushkil se unko sambhal raha tha, neeche ki narmi ka ishara de raha, taangein
 chamakti aur sakht, thoda sa cross kiye hue jab woh wazan badal rahi thi. 

Yeh nazara unko jawani ke poore rang mein dikha raha tha, bharosa aur chaahat bhari, ghar
 mein dekhi jaane wali parda-posh shakl se bilkul alag. 






Woh abhi bhi towel mein thi, bina rumal ke— kuchh jo maine kabhi nahi dekha tha. Ghar 
mein non-mahram mardon ke saamne baal hamesha dhak leti thi, hamare mazhab ki
 aadat, lekin yahan is khas jagah par woh qawaneen bhool gaye lag rahe the. 

Gajendra unke bagal mein khada tha, ungliyan dheere se naak par le ja kar soongh raha
 tha— wohi ungliyan jo kuchh minute pehle unki chut aur gaand ke andar thi. Hawa mein
 halki, qareebi boo thi. 

Humne ek doosre ko garamjosh se salaam kiya, baat-cheet aam si chal padi halanki
 neeche kuchh lahre thi. "Subah bakhair, beta," Ammi ne kaha, mujhe jaldi se gale 
lagate hue, towel mujhse ragad gaya. "Neend achhi aayi?" "Haan Ammi, bistar 
araamdeh tha," maine jawab diya, gale lagate hue. "Aur aap dono?" 

Gajendra muskuraya, mere kandhe par thapki dete hue. "Bacche ki tarah soya. Yeh 
jagah perfect hai— khamosh, koi rukawat nahi. Sirf teri khatkhatahat alag thi." 

Ammi halke se hanse. "Hum abhi tayyar ho rahe the. Neeche hotel ka nashta bahut 
achhi boo de raha hai. Bhookh lagi?" "Thodi si," maine kaha. "Ammi aap bahut achhi
 lag rahi hain. Araam se." 

Unhone thoda sharma kar kaha, "Shukriya beta. Thoda break mil gaya to achha lag raha.
" Gajendra bola, "Break ki baat karte hue, pool par chalte hain baad mein? Hotel ka 
private pool hai— hum teeno ke liye perfect unwind karne ke liye." 

Mujhe idea pasand aaya, chehra khil gaya. "Bahut achha lagega! Mujhe swimming bahut
 pasand hai." Ammi ne mujhe phir gale lagaya, baahon mein garamah. "Theek hai, maza
 aayega." 

Phir Gajendra aaya, hum dono ko bade bear hug mein le liya, baahen mujhe aur Ammi 
ko saath mein ghere hue. "Family time, sahi?" Isse Ammi bechain ho gayin, jism
 thoda sa tan gaya jab main bilkul wahan tha, is gale mein phansa hua. 





Gale lagate hue usne dheere se haath badha kar Ammi ki badi gaand pakdi, towel 
ke upar se nichoda— mere saamne yeh himmat bhara, khatarnak kaam. Main hairan 
reh gaya ki woh itne khule mein risk le rahe the, aankhein phail gayi. 

Kaise itne laaparwah ho sakte hain? Main kuchh inch door, unki halat mein tabdeeli
 mehsoos kar raha tha, saans ruk gayi thi. Yeh be-hud thi, haddon ko aise paar karna 
jo agar main galat react karun to sab toot sakta tha. 

Yeh himmat mujhe utsaahit bhi karti thi aur darati bhi thi— Gajendra apna daawa dikha
 raha tha, Ammi khatre ke bawajood ijazat de rahi thi. Yeh unki lat ka saboot tha, 
khwahish ne hoshyari ko maar diya, natije se andha kar diya. 

Ammi usko ishaaron se rok rahi thi— aankhein phailati, sir halka sa hilaati, haath dheere 
se uska haath hata rahi thi— lekin woh dheemi hanse, awaaz mein ghabrahat aur masti
 mila hua. 

"Sambhal ke, Gajendra," unhone fisfisaya, mujh par nazar daalte hue. "Abhi nahi." Woh 
hanse. "Kya? Sirf dostana gale lagana. Sahi na beta?" 

"Haan... bilkul," maine kaha, saath nibhate hue, halanki dimag daud raha tha. Ammi 
dheere se alag hui. 

"Bas, ab kaafi gale lagana. Beta, tu ja kar kuchh halka kapda pehen le? Hum jaldi neeche
 chalte hain." Maine un se rumal na pehnne ka sawaal nahi poocha— yeh sawaal dimag 
mein latka tha, lekin chhod diya, is naazuk sukoon ko bigadne ka dil nahi kiya. 





Jab main bahar nikla, Ammi ne darwaza band kiya. Patle lakdi ke darwaze ke paar unki
 baat sunai di, dhundhli lekin saaf. "Kya lagta hai usko humare baare mein pata hai?" 
Ammi ne bechain awaaz mein poocha. 

Gajendra ne tasalli di. "Shahida, relax karo. Woh abhi baccha hai— shayad sochta hai hum
 sab dost hain yahan. Agar shak bhi kare to kya kar sakta hai? Hum sambhal kar hain." 

"Lekin kabhi kabhi jis tarah dekhta hai... mujhe gunah mehsoos hota hai. Woh mera beta
 hai." 

"Gunah se teri mere liye feelings nahi badlengi. Idhar aao— mujhe gale lagaane de. 
Dekha? Sab theek hai." Unhone saans chhodi, shant hote hue. "Tum sahi kehte ho. Bas..
. theek hai." 

Us lamhe mujhe abbu ke liye dukh nahi hua; ajeeb tarah se mujhe Ammi ka abbu ko
 dhoka dena acha laga, unki chhupi zindagi ka khulna maza de raha tha. Main ek
 be-sharam beta ban gaya tha, unke dhoke mein khushi mehsoos kar raha tha bajaye
 ghar ki izzat bachane ke. 

Yeh acha lag raha tha, azadi jaisa, umeedon ke bojh se chutkara— unke gunahon mein
 shamil hona, us ladke ki bajaye jo roz paanch waqt ,,., padhta aur bina sawaal
 kiye hukm manta tha. 

Beta hone ke naate mujhe abbu ki izzat bachani chahiye thi, unko saamna karna 
chahiye tha, mazhab ki wafa aur izzat ke sabaq par amal karna chahiye tha. Lekin
 yeh chhupa ilm ka nasha, mujhe taqatwar mehsoos karana, usko hara deta tha. 

Main be-sharam tha haan— dekhna, madad karna, unke girne se maza lena. Yeh unki
 be-sharmi se milta tha, humein ek uljhe tareeke se bandh deta tha. Pavitra kitaabon 
mein maa-baap ki izzat ka zikr tha, lekin maine usko andhere mein badal diya, 
barbaadi mein sukoon dhoondh liya. 

Be-sharam hona azadi jaisa lag raha tha, us deendari se chutkara jo hum sabko
 bandhe rakhta tha, ghar ke chhupe sach ko bina pachtawe ke qubool karne deta tha. 

Phir hum hotel ke bahar swimming pool gaye, sirf hamare liye private area, oonche 
hedges aur umbrellas ke neeche lounge chairs se ghira hua. Paani chamak raha tha,
 hawa mein chlorine aur phoolon ki tazgi thi. 




 

Ammi ne halka neela dress pehna tha, bahut halka aur patla, jisme se uski choochiyan aur
 badi gaand saaf dikhai de rahi thi. Kapda uske curves se chipka hua tha aur sirf jaanghon
 tak pahunch raha tha, taangein poori nangi. 

Main soch raha tha ki usko sharam kyon nahi aati aise kapde pehen kar ek aise mard ke 
saamne jo uska shauhar nahi— hamare mazhab mein hamesha parda aur haya ki baat 
hoti hai, khas kar non-mahram mardon ke saamne, lekin yahan woh bilkul be-dar aur
 be-sharam thi. 

Main safed chhoti aur jungle-print shirt mein tha, casual aur paani ke liye tayyar. 
Gajendra ne bhi safed chhoti aur bina aasteen ki shirt pehni thi, uski baahen mazboot
 aur tambai rang ki. 








Ammi ne shuru kiya Gajendra ke saath lounge chair par baith kar, unche glass mein 
peela aam ka ras pee rahi thi, meetha aur taza. Woh dheeme se baatein kar rahe the
 jab main shallow end mein khelne chala gaya, paani mein chhapaak macha raha aur
 thande paani ka maza le raha. 

Door se dekha unko— sir paas paas, woh kuchh keh raha tha aur dono hanse. 

Kuchh minute baad Gajendra ne kaan mein kuchh kaha, dono uth gaye aur zameen 
ke neeche wale open secret room ki taraf chale, ek chhota cabana jaisa kamra 
jahan parda privacy ke liye tha. 

Main chupke se unke peeche gaya, curiosity mujhe kheench rahi thi. Ek potted plant
 ke peeche chhup kar aur paas aaya, dil zor zor se dhadak raha tha, aur andar jhaanka. 






Wahan woh dono the, gehre chumban kar rahe the, uske haath Ammi ki badi gaand 
pakde hue, patle dress ke upar se naram gosht ko nichod rahe the. Chumban joshila
 tha, zubaanen ek doosre se mili hui, uska jism us par daba hua jab woh aur zor se
 nichod raha tha, use thoda utha kar. 

Uski ungliyan gehri dhansi hui, maaliki aur sakht, gaand uske haathon ke neeche dab
 rahi thi, curves uski haathon mein bilkul fit. Yeh kachcha, bina filter ka ishq tha— 
uski taqat saaf dikhti thi kaise woh chumban ko control kar raha tha, Ammi ki dheemi
 karahen uske muh mein dab rahi thi. 

Yeh nazara mujhe bandh liya, dress thoda upar chadha, aur taangein dikhai, uske 
haath bina rok-tok ke ghoom rahe the. Dono ke jism ek saath hil rahe the, unke 
beech garmi badh rahi thi, bahar ki duniya se be-khabar. 




 

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CHAPTER 32


Ye naya mazboot aadmi kaun hai jo meri mom mein interest
dikha raha hai?



Jab woh dono kamre mein halki roshni mein chumban kar rahe the, jism ek doosre se chipke hue 
jaldi aur haram garmi mein uljhe hue the, Gajendra ka phone uske phenke hue pant ki jeb se zor
 se baj utha. Tez awaaz hawa mein kaat kar aayi jaise koi naa-khwahish mehman, vibration zor
 se chal rahi thi. 

Ammi ne peeche nahi hati; balki chumban aur gehra kar diya, haath uske kandhon par jakad kar 
jaise use wahan hi rokna chahti ho, honth bhookhe hue uske honthon par hil rahe the, saans
 dheemi aur zarurat bhari. 

Woh rukawat ko nazarandaaz karne par tulli thi, jism aur paas jhuk kar, ek taang uski raan par
 lapet kar chupke se keh rahi thi jaari rakho. Gajendra ne naraazgi se karaha aur majboori se 
chumban toda, neeche haath daal kar phone nikaala jabki ek haath uski kamar par tha. 






Usne screen dekha, chehra josh se badal kar chidchida ho gaya. “Yeh mera associate hai—kaam ka
 emergency,” woh budbudaya, swipe kar ke uthaya. “Haan, kya hai?” Awaaz tez aur professional
 ho gayi jab woh sun raha tha, kuch kadam door chal kar Ammi se alag, jo wahan khadi use dekh
 rahi thi khwahish aur bechaini ke milaap se. 

Usne baahon ko seene par baandh liya, honth abhi bhi chumban se sooje hue, aankhein uske
 jism ki lakeeron par phirti hui jab woh tez awaaz mein kisi urgent deal ke baare mein baat kar 
raha tha jo intezaar nahi kar sakti. “Theek hai, main bees minute mein pahunchta hoon. 
Documents tayyar rakhna.” Usne sigh kar ke phone band kiya, palat kar uski taraf aaya. 

“Mujhe maaf karna, Shahida,” usne kaha, use phir se paas kheench kar chhoti si maafi bhari
 chumban di. “Kaam bulawa raha hai. Ek bada client unexpected meeting ke liye—ruk nahi sakta. 
Jaldi hi sab theek karunga, waada.” Uske haath uski kamar par ruke, dheere se nichoda jaise 
chhuane ki yaad chhodna chahta ho. 

Ammi ne thoda muh fula liya, ungliyan uske seene par pherti hui. “Itni jaldi? Hum to abhi shuru 
hue the.” Lekin usne sar hila diya, uski duniya ki majbooriyan samajhte hue, chahe dil dukhi ho.
 Gajendra ne jaldi kapde pehne, shirt aur pant mein daakhil hue, aakhri chumban maatha par de
 kar darwaze ki taraf chala. 

“Mere liye khoobsurat bane rehna,” woh fisfisaya, phir chala gaya, darwaza click se band hua, 
kamra achanak thanda aur khali sa lag raha tha. 

Ammi thodi der wahan khadi rahi, band darwaze ko dekhti hui, kandhe jhuk gaye jab haqiqat 
samajh aayi. Usne dheemi saans li, haathon se baalon mein pherti hui jo unke kaam se bikhere 
hue the. Chehre par jaga hua josh ab mit gaya, jagah le li ek chuppi udaasi ne jo aankhon ko door
 door kar deti thi aur harkatein dheemi. 

Woh khidki ke paas chali gayi, neeche hotel ke swimming pool ko dekhti hui, paani dopahar ke 
suraj mein chamak raha tha jaise koi laalach bhara jannat. Kuch minute baad woh kamre se
 nikal kar poolside gayi, kinare ke paas ek alag lounge chair chuni, door door se door dusre 
mehmanon se jo paani mein khel rahe the. 

Woh pet ke bal let gayi, robe thoda khul gaya swimsuit ke neeche ke curves dikha kar, baahen 
sar ke neeche takiya banakar. Suraj ne jism garam kiya, lekin chehra udaas raha— bhaun sikudi 
hui, honth patle line mein, jaise bojh bhare khayalon mein khoyi hui. 

Woh sach mein udaas lag rahi thi, jaise khwahish ke beech chhod di gayi aurat, jism aaram se 
lekin dimag toofaan mein. Pool ka halka lahar aur door door chidiyon ki awaaz ne uske badal ko
 nahi hataaya; woh kabhi kabhi hilti, gehri saans leti, ungliyan chair ke kapde par bekaar 
lakeerein khinchti. 

Jab main hallway ke andhere mein chhupne ki jagah se door chala, dil abhi bhi tez dhadak raha
 tha jo maine dekha tha, ek aadmi achanak mere saamne aa gaya, raasta rok kar. Woh ganja
 tha, sir chamakta hua hotel ki roshni mein, moti safed daadi jo sakht lekin curious chehre ko 
ghere hue thi. 

Jism mota tha, authority ka hava, tailored suit mein— gehra navy kapda jo chaudi kandhon 
aur seene se chipka, safed shirt aur halke sone ke taar wali silk tie. 

Gold watch cuff se jhalak raha tha, jootey chamde ke polished, jo daulat aur dekhbhal 
dikhaate the. Woh ameer lag raha tha, bilkul— woh daulat jo jaaydaadon se aati hai, crore
 ke deals, luxury ke girdab mein bina dikhawe ke. 

Yeh aadmi sirf ameer nahi tha; woh chuppi taqat dikhaata tha kisi ka jo empires chalata hai,
 shayad yeh hotel uska hai, real estate ya businesses jo shahron tak faili hui. 

Main soch sakta tha usko boardroom mein, haath mila kar contract seal karte, faisle jo sau 
logon ki zindagi badalte. Yeh ehsaas zor se laga: agar yeh jagah uski hai to daulat bohot 
badi hogi, saalon ki chalaki, rishton ke jaal, aur shayad thodi be-rahmi se bani. Main hairan
 ho gaya, muh sookh gaya jab usko dekha, soch raha kitna jaanta hai yeh apne hotel ke 
mehmanon ke baare mein. 

Main (Zaid): (pool area mein idhar udhar dekhte, pehle us aadmi ko notice nahi kiya) Uh, 
hello? Kya main aapko jaanta hoon? 

Mr. Vijay: (garam muskurahat, haath milane ke liye badhaya, casual hotel polo shirt mein)
 Nahi beta, tum nahi jaante. Lekin main khud ko introduce kar loon. Main Vijay Sharma 
hoon, is shandaar hotel ka maalik. Kabhi kabhi mehmanon se khud milna pasand hai— 
stay ko khaas bana deta hai. Aur tum? 

Main: (halke se haath milate) Oh, achha. Main Zaid hoon. Aap se mil kar khushi hui, Mr. 
Vijay. 

Mr. Vijay: Zaid? Mazboot naam. To batao, kya laaya tumhe hamare is chhote jannat mein? 
Family ke saath chhutti? Kaam? Ya shehar ki bhaag-daud se bachne? 

Main: Haan, zyadatar chhutti. Mujhe aur Ammi ko break chahiye tha. Yahan ka pool bahut 
achha hai— bohot aaram deta hai. 

Mr. Vijay: Sun kar achha laga! Humne bohot mehnat ki hai isko best banane mein. Italy se
 tiles aaye, infinity edge garden ki taraf. Tum zyada tairte ho? Ya chair par letne wale? 

Main: Thoda dono. Pehle taira, ab aaram kar raha. Aapne yeh jagah kab se sambhali? Bohot 
shandaar lagti hai. 






Mr. Vijay: Lagbhag das saal ho gaye. Chhote boutique se shuru kiya, ab yeh khoobsurat bana diya.
 Busy rakhta hai, lekin pyar hai. Tum jaise interesting logon se milna fayda hai. Batao Zaid, 
wahan poolside chair par pet ke bal soyi hui woh khoobsurat aurat kaun hai turquoise dress 
mein? Bohot sukoon se lag rahi hai. 

Main: (dekha, notice kiya woh uski badi gaand ko ghoor raha hai jo position se aur ubhar rahi 
thi) Uh... haan, woh meri Ammi hai. Kyon? 

Mr. Vijay: (aankhein ek second zyada ruki phir wapas) Tumhari Ammi? Sach mein? Tees ke upar 
nahi lagti. Aapke family ke achhe genes honge. Woh bhi enjoy kar rahi hai stay? 

Main: Haan. Woh thodi der se wahan so rahi hai— kaha suraj achha lag raha hai. 

Mr. Vijay: Samajh sakta hoon. Woh dress us par bilkul fit hai— pool tiles ke saath turquoise, 
jaise zameen par pari. Lekin ruk, yeh sach mein tumhari Ammi hai? Tum dono umar mein itna
 farq nahi lagta. 

Main: (awkward hasi) Haan, bilkul meri Ammi. Shahida. Main 18 ka hoon, woh... usse zyada 
umar ki. Aisa log kehte rahte hain. 

Mr. Vijay: Shahida— khoobsurat naam. Aur tum Zaid... '. lagta hai? Tum log _ ho? 

Main: Haan. Kaafi traditional family se, lekin hum cool hain. 

Mr. Vijay: Achha. Woh bilkul sundar hai, Zaid. So rahi ho tab bhi chamak rahi hai. Umeed hai
 keh sakta hoon— kya tumhare mazhab mein aise tareef allowed hai, ya ruk jaun? 

Main: Nahi, theek hai. Tareef to chalti hai. Woh aadi hai shayad. 

Mr. Vijay: Achha jaana. Mere culture mein khoobsurti ko khule dil se qadar karte hain— yeh 
Khuda ki den hai. Tumhari Ammi mein woh be-misaal laawani hai. Kya usne hamara spa try
 kiya? Oil massage jo usko rani jaisa mehsoos karwaye. 

Main: Abhi nahi, lekin shayad. Hum sirf do din se hain. 

Mr. Vijay: Use manao. Ab batao— isme tumhare abbu kahan hain? Baad mein aa rahe hain, 
ya...? 

Main: Woh Mumbai mein hain. Kaam ki wajah se nahi aa sake. Is baar sirf main aur Ammi. 

Mr. Vijay: Mumbai, haan? Busy shehar. Afsoos unhone nahi aaye— family time zaroori hai. 
Lekin tum dono ke liye zyada bonding. Woh tum dono ke bina kaise hain? 

Main: Theek hain, roz call karte hain check karne. 

Mr. Vijay: Achha aadmi lagte hain. Lekin sach kahu Zaid, tumhari Ammi... usme ek alag 
aura hai. Woh kaisi hai? Kaam karti hai, ya ghar sambhalne wali? 

Main: Zyadatar ghar sambhalti hai, lekin active hai— kabhi masjid mein volunteer karti hai,
 khana banana pasand. Itne sawaal kyon? 

Mr. Vijay: (muskurate) Rok nahi paata— dilchaspi ho gayi. Ek sundar _ aurat apne 
bete ke saath... yeh dilkash hai. Woh single hai? Ruk, tumne abbu ka zikr kiya— 
shadi-shuda, haan? 

Main: Haan, shadi-shuda. Lekin woh cool hai, apne tareeke se azad. 

Mr. Vijay: Azad auratein sabse achhi. Bet uske paas kahaniyan hongi. Woh tairti bhi hai ya 
sirf leti hai? 

Main: Thoda tairti hai, lekin relax pasand. Poolside kitab padhna. 

Mr. Vijay: Padhne wali? Smart aur sundar— jackpot. Jaante ho, maalik hone ke naate main
 private dinner arrange kar sakta hoon agar usko hotel ki history mein dilchaspi ho. 

Main: Uh, shayad. Lekin woh chill hai. 

Woh thoda jhuka, safed daadi hilti hui muskurahat ke saath. “Woh kaafi khaas aurat lagti 
hai. Aur batao uske baare mein— kya karti hai? Chhutti par hai ya kaam? Uski maujoodgi
 itni shaandaar hai; office ki khidki se pool dekh kar notice kar liya.” 

Uske sawaal ek ke baad ek aaye, dheere lekin zid se: hum kitne din se hain? Hotel ki 
cheezein pasand aayi? Naam kya? Pasandida shauq? Saaf tha usko usme dilchaspi thi,
 aankhein chamki jab maine Shahida ka naam liya aur family ke prati wafadari batayi. 

Usne umar poochi, background, shaadi-shuda hai ya nahi— family ke baare mein curiosity
 ke naam par— lekin details par rukna, tareef indirectly, gehri dilchaspi dikha raha tha. 

“Aisi aurat jahan bhi jaaye sar ghuma deti hogi,” usne kaha, awaaz mein qadar. “Mazboot, 
laawani— aisi shaan kam hi dikhti hai.” Yeh sawaalon ki bauchhaar ne mujhe bechain kiya,
 phir bhi uski himmat ne intrigue kiya. 

Main wahan khada tha, nahi jaanta rokna chahiye— beech mein bolun, bahana banaun, 
Ammi ko door karun— ya use paas jaane doon. Ek taraf woh ajnabi tha, hamare mazhab
 mein bahar walon se hoshiyari sikhayi jaati hai, khaas kar shaadi-shuda auraton mein 
dilchaspi dikhane walon se. Dusri taraf, ek badi curiosity ubhar rahi thi. 

Mere khayal toofaan mein the. Jab se Gajendra business trip par chala gaya, Ammi ko 
adhura chhod kar, shayad use kisi aur mard se chudai ki zarurat hai. 

Yeh khayal mere dimag mein ghus gaya jaise zid bhari fisfisahat, har second zor se. 
Gajendra ne usme kuchh jaaga diya, meri deendar Ammi ko khwahishon se bhari aurat 
bana diya, jism ko woh sakht, ghalib chhuwan chahiye jo woh deta tha. Uske bina woh 
poolside itni udaas lag rahi thi, curves dikha rahi jaise tawajjoh maang rahi ho. 

Shayad Mr. Vijay, apni daulat aur hukumat bhari shakhsiyat se, woh khali jagah bhar de— 
use zor zor se thoke, karahen hotel mein goonjaye. Khayal ubhar rahe the: usko uske desk 
par jhukaya, haath badi gaand par, chut ya gaand mein gehra dhakke, cheekhen hawa mein. 

Yeh bimaar tha, galat, mera dimag zehreela ho gaya jo maine dekha— lekin jo utsaah 
jagaya woh inkaar nahi kar sakta. Kyon yeh khayal pakad rahe? Kyonki maine usko badalte 
dekha, baar baar lust mein sar render karte. 

Ek hissa chahta tha use aur toot'te dekhna, kisi aur mard ko us par qabza karte dekhna, 
gunahon ki zanjeer mein ek aur kadi. Yeh hamla rukne wala nahi tha, dil tez dhadak
 raha fantasy se, gunah aur excitement ka zehreela milaap. 

Phir usne poocha kya woh meri Ammi se baat kar sakta hai, maine kaha haan ja sakte ho. 

Main nazdeek ki deewar ke peeche chhup gaya, kone se jhaank kar sunne laga jab Mr. Vijay
 poolside Ammi ke paas gaya. Woh lounge chair se sar uthaya, suraj se aankhein bachati, 
robe thoda khul kar swimsuit ke jism ko aur dikha raha tha. 

Ammi: (poolside chair par chhoti dress mein leti, paani ko udaas dekh rahi, Gajendra ki 
yaad mein jo business trip par chala gaya, sunglasses adjust karti) 

Mr. Vijay: (chupke paas aate, safed shirt aur pant mein, garam muskurahat) Maaf kijiye 
memsaab. Namaste. Umeed hai aapki aaram mein rukawat nahi daal raha. 

Ammi: (sar utha kar, hairan, use pehchaan nahi, halki muskurahat) Oh, namaste. Nahi, 
bilkul nahi. Main bas... soch rahi thi. 

Mr. Vijay: (aankhein thodi der uske bhare jism par, khaas kar badi gaand par jab woh 
thoda hilti hai chair par) Aap khayalon mein khoyi hui lag rahi hain. Sab theek? Main 
Vijay hoon— Vijay Sharma. Yeh hotel mera hai. 






Ammi: (aankhein phaili hairani se, thoda seedha baithi, samajh gayi yeh bohot ameer hai) 
Oh! Mr. Sharma? Maalik? Mujhe pata nahi tha. Main Shahida hoon. Aap se mil kar khushi 
hui. 

Mr. Vijay: (sar hila kar, aankhein ek pal uske boobs par ruk kar phir aankhon se milayi) 
Khushi mujhe hai, Shahida. Khoobsurat naam. Baith sakta hoon? (paas wali chair ki taraf
 ishara) 

Ammi: (ruk kar phir sar hilaya) Haan, baithiye. Mujhe laga yahan koi aur nahi— mera...
 dost ne pool sirf humare liye book kiya tha. Main, woh aur mera beta Zaid. 

Mr. Vijay: (baith kar, taangein casually cross) Haan, us arrangement ke baare mein suna. 
Lekin maalik hone ke naate VIP mehmanon ka khud check karna pasand hai. Sab perfect
 ho. 

Ammi: (chhoti dress adjust karti jo raanon tak chadhi hui, neeche kheenchne ki koshish 
lekin zyada cover nahi, sharm se taangein cross) VIP? Yeh to tareef hai. Yeh hotel sach
 mein shandaar hai, bohot luxurious. 

Mr. Vijay: (jab woh adjust karti hai boobs par nazar, phir muskurate) Shukriya. Humne 
bohot mehnat ki hai isko jannat banane mein. Aur baat karte hue... tumhara beta Zaid 
lobby mein tha tab usne tumhara zikr kiya. Kaha tum bohot achhi tairak ho. Tumhari 
tareef karta hai. 

Ammi: (thodi laali, ek haath se seena casually cover) Zaid ne kaha? Woh bohot pyara ladka
 hai. Hum pool enjoy kar rahe the, lekin... mera dost achanak business ke liye chala gaya.
 Ab thoda akelapan lag raha hai. 

Mr. Vijay: (thoda jhuk kar, halki flirt awaaz mein) Akelapan? Aise jagah mein? Afsoos. Aap
 jaisi sundar aurat ko aisa mehsoos nahi hona chahiye. Aur bataiye apne baare mein, 
Shahida— pool ke alawa kya laaya yahan? 

Ammi: (halke se muskurati, zyada comfortable) Oh, bas chhoti si getaway. Shehar se hoon,
 shadi-shuda, family life... lekin unwind karna achha lagta hai. Aap? Aisa hotel chalana
 kitna exciting hoga. 

Mr. Vijay: (hanste) Apne fayde hain. Aap jaise interesting logon se milna ek hai. Aur
 nazare... (aankhein thodi der raanon par) ...hamesha dilchasp. 

Ammi: (uski nazar notice kar, dress phir adjust, sharm se lekin kuchh na keh kar) Um,
 haan, pool ka nazara zabardast hai. To aapne yeh jagah kab se sambhali? 

Mr. Vijay: (chehre par focus) Lagbhag das saal. Shuru se banaya. Yeh mera fakhr hai.
 Lekin mere baare mein kaafi— Zaid ne kaha tum bohot adventurous ho. Hamara spa try 
kiya? 

Ammi: (halke se hasi) Adventurous? Zaid zyada bol deta hai. Nahi, abhi spa nahi try kiya. 
Shayad kal. 

Mr. Vijay: (sar hila) Karna chahiye. World-class hai. Bataiye Shahida, socha tha... aap aur
 Zaid aaj raat mere private section mein dinner join karoge? Zyada exclusive, chef ka
 special menu. Koi bheed nahi. 






Mom: (sir thoda tedha karke, jaanchti hui lekin saawdhaan) Dinner? Hum kyon? Hum nahi 
chahte kisi par bojh banein. 

Mr. Vijay: (muskurate hue tasalli se) Bilkul bojh nahi. Zaid bahut tez ladka lagta hai, aur
 main aapke ghar ke baare mein aur sunna chahta hoon. Waise bhi, aapke dost jaldi chala
 gaya uska muqabla karne ka tareeqa hai yeh. Paradise mein thodi si saath. 

Mom: (adab se sir hilaati) Bahut meherbaani, Mr. Sharma, lekin hum room service hi order
 kar lenge. Din bahut lamba tha. 

Mr. Vijay: (naram andaaz mein zid karte hue, aage jhuk kar) Arre Shahida, ek dinner se 
kya farq padega. Mere suite ka nazara yahan se bhi behtar hai. Aur khana... lajawab. 
Zaid ke liye bhi—usko hotel ki tareekh ki kahaniyan sunane mein maza aayega. 

Mom: (sochti hui, adab se muskurati) Shukriya, sach mein. Lekin hum chhupa-chhupi rehna
 chahte hain. Shayad kisi aur waqt? 

Mr. Vijay: (thoda aur zid) Kisi aur waqt shayad der ho jaye—main aaj raat special menu 
rakh raha hoon. Taaza samundari khana, international wines. Dono ke liye treat hoga.
 Hotel ki mehmaan-nawaazi ka behtareen andaaz samjho. 

Mom: (thoda bechain hote hue, phir bhi adab se) Bahut acha lag raha hai, lekin aapki shaam
 barbaad nahi karna chahti. Zaid aur main simple cheez se khush hain. 

Mr. Vijay: (muskurate hue zid jaari) Bakwaas. Aisi shaamein acche saath ke liye hoti hain. 
Suno—main chef se Zaid ke liye bhi bacchon wala khana banwa doonga. Koi majboori nahi, 
sirf acha khana. 

Mom: (dheemi saans le kar, aadhi manzoori se) Theek hai... shayad. Lekin sirf thodi der. 
Zyada nahi rukenge. 

Woh bahut der baat karte rahe, uski baaton ne use khol diya. Pehle mausam ki tareef, phir
 unke stay ke baare mein poocha, hotel ki tareekh ki kahaniyan sunayi—kaise chhoti si 
property se bada business banaya, kaun kaun celebrity ruke, renovations khud dekhe. 

Ammi dheere dheere khul gayi, abbu ki bimaari ka zikr kiya bina tafseel ke, yeh trip break 
ke liye tha. Vijay gaur se sunta raha, uski safed daadi hilti rahi, mota jism aage jhuka jaise 
har lafz sona ho. "Aap itni shaanti se chalti hain," usne ek baar kaha. "Aaj ki daud-bhaag 
mein yeh taaza hai." 

Baaten chalti rahi—pasandida khane, safar ke khwab, zindagi ke hairatangez mod par
 halki falsafa. Usne do-teen baar hasaya, dheemi hasi jo uski udaasi ko thoda door kar
 deti thi. 

Phir dheeme se muskurate hue usne Ammi ka haath pakda. "Mujhe apna office neeche 
dikhaane do—garden ka khoobsurat nazara hai, aur taza chai ban rahi hai. Koi dabav 
nahi, sirf jhatka sa tour." 






Mom: (uske haath se thoda uth kar, dress theek karti) Rasta dikhao. 

(Woh hotel ke entrance ki taraf chal pade, Mr. Vijay ne haath thoda zyada der tak pakde
 rakha jaise zaroori ho) 

Mr. Vijay: (raasta dikhate, haath abhi bhi halke se pakde) Idhar—yahan se rasta. Office
 privacy ke liye chhupa hua hai, lekin sab kuchh hai. 

Mom: (thoda awkward mehsoos karte hue lekin turant haath nahi chhudaya) Yahan kitna
 sukoon hai. Aapko aise khoobsurat jagah mein kaam karne mein maza aata hoga. 

Mr. Vijay: (haath halke se dabate hue) Haan. Aur aap jaise mehmaanon ke saath baantne 
se aur maza aata hai. Qadam sambhalo—yahan chhoti si seedhi hai. 

Mom: (unke haathon ki taraf dekhti, darwaze par pahunch kar adab se haath chhudati) 
Shukriya. Abhi se hi bahut impressive lag raha hai. 

Mr. Vijay: (darwaza khol kar) Aaiye. Andar dekho—yeh mera chhota sa control room hai. 

Mom: (andar kadam rakh kar, idhar udhar dekhti) Wah, kitna khula hai. Aur woh garden
 ka nazara... lajawab. 

Mr. Vijay: (andar aate hue, darwaza dheeme se band) Khushi hui pasand aaya. Yahan aur 
baat kar sakte hain agar chahein, dhoop se door. 

Mom: (muskurati) Sirf jhatka dekhna tha. Jaldi Zaid ke paas wapas jaana hai. 

Mr. Vijay: (sar hilaate) Bilkul. Jaane se pehle, yeh mera direct number. (jeb se chhota 
note nikaal kar number likh kar deta) Baad mein dinner ke details confirm karne ke liye 
message kar dena. 

Mom: (note le kar dekhti lekin poora waada nahi karti) Shukriya. Yaad rakhungi. 

Mr. Vijay: (phir haath le kar peeche se gentleman ki tarah chumban) Aaj raat milte hain, 
Shahida. Baqi din maza karo. 

(akhri baar muskurata, uske jism par nazar daalte hue darwaza kholta) 

Mom: (laal hote hue, dheere haath chhudati) Khuda hafiz, Mr. Sharma. Mil kar acha laga. 

Mujhe pata tha woh aisa kyon behave kar rahi thi: Vijay bilkul ajnabi tha, kahin se bhi 
aaya, abbu se bilkul alag jinse woh gehra pyar karti thi chahe dhoke deti ho, ya
 Gajendra se jiski madad ne use josh mein daal diya. Vijay ke saath koi tareekh nahi, 
koi majboori nahi—sirf ek taqatwar mard ki khuli khwahish. 

Woh sirf abbu aur Gajendra se apne tedhe tareeke se pyar karti thi, dil wafa aur lust
 ke beech phata hua. Lekin yeh naya aadmi? Yeh us balance ko bigaad raha tha, bina kisi
 bandhan ke naya laalach de raha, isliye wary lekin dilchaspi. Yeh jhijhak imaan ke 
bache hue tukdon se thi—zina pehle se gunah tha, lekin ek aur bahar wale ke saath? 
Yeh sab kuchh khatre mein daal deta. 

Phir bhi uski manzoori andar ki chhinal ko dikha rahi thi, hamesha aur zyada ki bhookhi. 

Baad mein main pool ke paas uske paas gaya, woh wapas kursi par baith gayi thi, note 
chhupa kar. "Hey, Ammi," main casually bola, paas baith kar. 

Usne upar dekha, udaas aankhein thodi roshan. "Beta, aa gaye tum. Kya tum Mr. Vijay
 se mile? Hotel owner?" 

Main hairani ka natak kiya. "Haan, hallway mein mila tha. Acha aadmi laga. Kyon?" 

Usne bataya, awaaz naapa-tola. "Usne mujhse pehle pehchaan karwai. Bahut der baat 
ki—office bhi dikhaya, bahut shandaar. Aur... hum dono ko aaj raat dinner par invite 
kiya uski private jagah par. Tum aur main." 

Main sar hila kar josh ka dikhawa kiya. "Maza aayega. Chalna chahiye." 

Usne honth kaat kar idhar udhar dekha. "Pakka? Bahut achanak hai. Aur... sirf dinner 
hai, lekin kisi aur mard ke saath? Galat lag raha hai, beta. Abbu ko pata chala to pasand 
nahi aayega." 

"Arre Ammi, theek hai. Sirf dinner—muft khana, acha saath. Trip par hain, maza kar len. 
Mr. Vijay harmless lagta hai, mehmaan-nawaazi qubool karna adab hai." 

Mere dimag mein woh pavitra banne ka natak kar rahi thi, akhlaq ko dhaal ki tarah pakde,
 lekin mujhe pata tha Gajendra ke saath uski chhinal harkatein—uske neeche karahna, 
aur maangna, jism har tarah se jhukna. 

Woh munafiq thi, deendar dikhawa karti jab uske ched bar bar istemaal hote the. Mere 
saamne jo chehra—modest Ammi, wafadar biwi—hansne layak tha; maine uske nange s
ach dekhe the, chut aur gaand faili hui, imaan purane kapdon ki tarah phenka hua. 

Munafiqat gehri thi: ,,., chhuti, kasmein tooti, phir bhi paak banne ka dikhawa. 
Yeh uski barbaadi par mera tedha fakhr barhata tha. 

Baat jaari rahi. "Waise Gajendra kahan hai? Socha woh tumhare saath tha." 

Usne saans li, udaasi wapas. "Ek ghanta pehle chala gaya. Call aaya—business emergency,
 ignore nahi kar saka." 

Main anjaane ka natak. "Business? Kaisa?" 

"Kisi client ka, urgent meeting. Turant jaana pada." Uski awaaz ruk gayi, aankhein neeche. 

Mujhe pata tha woh isliye udaas thi kyonki Gajendra chala gaya; ab koi uski chut aur gaand
 zor se nahi maarega, khwahish adhoori reh jayegi. 

Woh mard jo us par hukumat karta tha chala gaya, jism uske zabardast qabze ki pyaasa. 
Yeh uski udaasi ki wajah thi—gunah ki aadi, bina uske khali mehsoos karti thi. 

"Kyon itni udaas lag rahi ho, Ammi?" main naram se poocha. 

Usne majboori se muskurahat di. "Udaas? Nahi beta, theek hoon. Bas... dhoop se thak gayi.
 Aur abbu ki yaad aa rahi hai, bas itna." 

Sach mein, Ammi ab randi ban chuki thi, kisi se bhi chudne ke qabil. Uski chhinal-pan ne
 hamare mazhab ke saare qadron ko khatam kar diya—paanch waqt ,,., nahi, holy book
ki tilawat nahi, sirf khushi ki talash. 

Andar se sad gayi thi, paison ya tawajjoh ke liye aasani se behak jaati, rooh bar bar
 gunahon se maili. Jo deendar aurat thi ab lust ki cheez ban gayi, ibaadat ko jhadwayon
 se badal diya, jism tijarat. Yeh use kamzor banati thi, har mard ke liye khuli jo
 dilchaspi dikhaaye, uske usool sheeshe ki tarah toot gaye. 

Us raat Ammi ne sunehra bhura dress pehna black lines ke saath jo curves ko ubhaar raha
 tha, kapda doosri khaal ki tarah chipka, low-cut se cleavage dikhta, hem chhoti se tease 
karti. Woh pornstar lag rahi thi—makeup bold, baal lehron mein, heels seductive awaaz
 karte. Mujhe apni randi Ammi par fakhr tha, uski yeh tabdeeli gandi maza deti thi. 

Maine halka neela suit pehna, bahut acha lag raha tha, tab Ammi makeup laga rahi thi 
mirror ke saamne khadi hokar. 

Mom: Zaid, beta, idhar aao. Yeh Mr. Vijay Sharma ke baare mein kya sochte ho? Usne aaj 
raat dinner par invite kiya apne private section mein. Tum lobby mein usse mile the na pehle? 

Me: (peeche khada blue suit mein, tie theek karte, thoda zyada aasani se muskurate) Haan,
 thodi der baat ki thi. Bahut acha aadmi lagta hai, Ammi. Adabdaar, kaamyab, poora hotel
 uska. Confidence dikhta hai, achhe kapde. Sachcha lagta hai. 

Mom: (lipstick haath mein ruk kar, meri parchhai dekhti) Sachcha... hmm. Pool ke paas bhi 
baat hui thi. Acha tha, lekin... pata nahi. Dinner ke dauran waada karo mujhse door nahi
 jaoge, theek? Ek minute bhi uske saath akeli nahi rehna chahti. 

Me: (halke se hanste, paas aate) Ammi, relax karo. Itna fikr kyon? Sirf dinner hai. Aam baat.
 Log roz saath khate hain. 

Mom: (kursi ghuma kar saamne karti, awaaz gehri) Aam? Beta, ., mein aam nahi hota
 ki aurat shauhar ke baghair kisi mard ke saath private khana khaaye. Abbu ghar par
 bimaar hain, aur main... kisi aur ke private suite mein ja rahi hoon. Pehle se hi bechain hoon. 






Me: (kandhe uchaalte, shaant aur tasalli bhari awaaz) Sirf ek dinner, Ammi. Kuchh nahi 
hoga. Woh owner hai—shayad bohot mehmaanon ke liye karta hai. Zyada soch rahi ho. 
Waise bhi main poora waqt saath rahunga. 

Mom: (saans le kar, mirror ki taraf palat kar gaal par thoda blush lagati) Shayad tum sahi
 ho. Bas... fitna nahi chahti. Kya tumne usme aaj kuchh ajeeb dekha? Nazron ka andaaz
 ya baat karne ka? 

Me: (use gaur se dekhte) Ajeeb? Kaisa? 

Mom: (muh kholti, rukti, phir sir jhatka kar topic badalti) Kuchh nahi, bhool jao. Bas...
 khayal tha. Waise, main kaisi lag rahi hoon? veil seedha hai? 

Me: (aur paas aate, garam muskurahat) Bahut khoobsurat, Ammi. Sach mein. Yeh bhura
 veil aankhon ko ubhaar raha, aur dress... perfect. Shaandaar. 

Mom: (sharma kar muskurati, phir masti se aankhein sikorti) Shukriya, beta. Lekin itna 
kyon muskurate ho? Aur makeup bhi kyon laga rahi hoon? Sirf dinner to hai... 

Me: (mazak se, vanity ke sahare) Arre, thoda extra glow Mr. Vijay ke liye? Qabool karo,
 aaj raat achha dikhna chahti ho. 

Mom: (turant daantti, awaaz tez lekin gusse mein nahi) Zaid! Aise baat mat karo. Yeh 
mazak bhi haram hai. Main apne liye kar rahi hoon, kisi mard ke liye nahi. Tumhe pata 
hona chahiye. 

Me: (halke se hanste, haath utha kar) Theek hai, theek hai, mazak tha, Ammi. Maaf 
karo. Lekin sach mein... tum sach mein shandaar lag rahi ho. Hamesha ki tarah. 

Mom: (turant naram hokar, aankhein garam. Mujhe zor se gale lagati, gaal mere kandhe
 par) Mera pyara beta. Main tumse bahut pyar karti hoon, Zaid. Tum hamesha mujhe
 behtar mehsoos karwate ho. 

Me: (gale lagate hue, gehri saans. Uske dress par Gajendra ki khushboo ki halki si boo—
musky, lakdi jaisi, jo uske kapdon par dinon tak thi. Pet mor gaya yaqeen se: woh bilkul 
chhinal hai, pavitra dikhawa karte hue is sab mein doobi) Main bhi tumse pyar karta 
hoon, Ammi. Sabse zyada. 

Mom: (thoda peeche hati, veil akhri baar theek karti) Chalo, der na ho jaye. Aur yaad 
rakhna—aaj raat mere paas rehna, theek? 

Me: (sar hilaate, muskurate hue) Waada. Tumhare paas se nahi hatunga. 

Baad mein Mr. Vijay ne darwaza khatkhataya 

Zaid (main): (hotel ke kamre ka darwaza aur kholte hue) Mr. Sharma! Andar aaiye, 
please. Ammi, Mr. Vijay aaye hain. 

Ammi (Shahida): (halke summer dress mein bistar ke kinaare baithi, jaldi khadi hokar 
baal theek karti hui) Oh… Mr. Sharma. Salaam. Itni jaldi aane ki ummeed nahi thi. 

Mr. Vijay: (andar aate hue garam muskurahat ke saath, darwaza dheere band karta hua)
 Shaam mubarak, Shahida. Shaam mubarak, Zaid. Umeed hai main disturb nahi kar raha.
 Bas yeh dekhne aaya ki dinner se pehle aap dono araam se hain ya nahi. 

Zaid: Koi disturb nahi, sir. Hum tayyar ho rahe the. 

Mr. Vijay: (pehle mujhe dekhte hue, aankhein jhuk kar) Zaid, tu bahut achha ladka ban
raha hai— shaant, tez. Teri Ammi ko fakhr hoga. (Ammi ki taraf mud kar, awaaz naram) 
Aur Shahida… aaj raat tum bahut chamak rahi ho. Yeh rang tum par bilkul jaanchta hai. 






Ammi: (ek pal ke liye nazar neeche, sharmili muskurahat honthon par) Shukriya… aapne
 bahut meherbaani se kaha. 

(Woh phir usko dekhti hai— is baar zyada der— phir jaldi khidki ki taraf nazar hata leti 
hai. Main notice karta hoon uski aankhein uske chaudi kandhon par, shirt ke fit par 
thami rahi, aur sochta hoon woh achanak itni chup kyon ho gayi.) 

Zaid: (utsauk hokar, dono ke beech dekhte hue) Ammi, sab theek hai? 

Ammi: (turant wapas, zor se muskurate hue) Haan, haan, bilkul. Bas… hairaan hoon ki 
aap itni oopar tak aaye. 

Mr. Vijay: (halke se hanste hue) Rok nahi saka khud ko. (Ammi ki taraf thoda jhuk kar) 
Aur main keh sakta hoon— aapki khushboo bilkul jaadui hai. Kya hai yeh? Chameli?
 Gulab? 

Ammi: (aur gehri laali chehre par, gardan par haath rakh kar sharm se) Yeh… bas
 thoda sa ittar hai. Kuchh khaas nahi. 

Mr. Vijay: Kuchh khaas nahi? Yeh to nasha kar deti hai. Tum par bilkul suit karta hai. 

Zaid: (muskurate hue) Ammi hamesha achhi khushboo lagati hain. Kabhi kabhi sote
 waqt bhi perfume lagati hain. 

Ammi: (mujhe mazakiya ghoorte hue) Zaid! Mujhe sharminda mat karo. 

Mr. Vijay: (hanste hue) Sharminda hone ki zarurat nahi. Yeh to bahut pyara hai.
 Chalte hain rooftop balcony par? Shaam achhi hai aur wahan se nazara aur bhi 
behtar. Waada hai, dinner se pehle dekhna banega. 

Ammi: (ruk kar, mujhe dekhte hue) Mujhe abhi bhi dinner ke dawat par yakeen nahi
… yeh bahut zyada lag raha hai. 

Mr. Vijay: (naram lekin mazboot awaaz mein) Koi takleef nahi. Bas achha khana, 
achhi baatein. Zaid mujhe college ki sab baatein bata dega, aur aap… jo chahein woh 
bata sakti hain. Koi dabav nahi. 

Zaid: Chalo na Ammi. Maza aayega. Rooftop bahut cool lag raha hai. 

Ammi: (dheemi saans le kar, phir sar hila kar) Theek hai… bas thodi der ke liye. 

(Hum hallway mein nikalte hain. Mr. Vijay private elevator ki taraf lead karta hai. 
Ammi uske bagal mein chalti hai; main kuchh kadam peeche, dekhta hua.) 

Mr. Vijay: (elevator upar jaate hue) Yeh hotel— maine khud iska zyadatar hissa design
 kiya tha. Chahta tha jaise purana Rajasthan andar aa jaye… medieval meharab, 
haath se bani nakqashi, jali screens. Har kone mein ek kahani hai. 

Ammi: (dheeme se) Bahut khoobsurat hai. Lobby mein carvings dekhi thi— bahut gehri
 detail. 

Mr. Vijay: (usko muskurate hue) Aapki nazar bahut achhi hai. Zyadatar mehman notice
 nahi karte. (casually haath badha kar uska haath pakadta hai jab rooftop balcony 
par kadam rakhte hain) Aao— sabse achhi jagah dikhaata hoon. 






Ammi: (haath pakadne se thoda chaunkti hai, lekin turant nahi chhudati; awaaz
 dheemi) Yeh… bahut soch samajh kar banaya hai. Poora jagah mahal jaisa lagta hai. 

Mr. Vijay: (abhi bhi haath halke se pakde, railing tak le jaate hue) Yahi iraada tha. Ek
 aisi jagah jahan log duniya bhool jayein thodi der ke liye. (uski taraf dekhte hue)
 Tum bhi yeh deserve karti ho, Shahida. Tum itni shaan se chalti ho… lekin uske 
peeche thodi bechaini dikhti hai. 

Ammi: (unke haathon ko dekhti, phir samundar ki taraf) Bechaini? Shayad. Zindagi 
kabhi kabhi… uljhi hui ho jati hai. 

Zaid: (paas pahunch kar, railing par jhuk kar) Upar ka nazara pagalpan hai. Dekho
 woh aasman. 

Mr. Vijay: (Ammi ka haath dheere chhodta hai, lekin paas hi rehta hai) Dekha? Kaha
 tha worth it hai. (Ammi se) Jaante ho, jab maine yeh rooftop banaya tha, aise hi
 raatein sochi thi— achhi saath, sunehri roshni, koi jaldi nahi. 

Ammi: (chhoti muskurahat) Bahut sukoon hai. Humein yahan laane ke liye shukriya. 

Mr. Vijay: (sirf uske liye awaaz dheemi kar ke) Khushi meri hai. Aur umeed hai tum
 mujhe yeh jagah ke sabse achhe hisse dikhane dogi… shuru dinner se aaj raat. 

Main samajh nahi paaya woh kya matlab tha jab usne kaha “…umeed hai tum mujhe
 yeh jagah ke sabse achhe hisse dikhane dogi… shuru dinner se aaj raat”. Kya uska 
matlab tha ki woh Ammi ke saath kuchh aur zyada karna chahta hai? 

Haan, bilkul yahi matlab tha. Yeh lafz sirf dinner tak seemit nahi the— yeh ek chhupa 
ishaara tha. “Sabse achhe hisse” aur “shuru dinner se” ka matlab tha ki woh dinner ko
 sirf shuruaat maanta tha, uske baad aur gehre, aur qareebi lamhon ki taraf jaane ki 
khwahish rakhta tha. 

Woh Ammi ko dheere dheere apne qareeb laana chahta tha— 
shayad romantic ya jismani taur par bhi— bina seedha keh kar. Usne Ammi ki taraf
 attraction dikhayi thi (khushboo, rang, grace ki tareef), haath pakda, paas rehne ki
 koshish ki— yeh sab is baat ki taraf ishaara tha ki woh sirf dostana dinner nahi, balki 
kuchh zyada intimate cheez chahta tha. Yeh ek tarah ka soft seduction tha, jisme woh
 Ammi ko comfortable feel karwate hue dheere dheere aage badhna chahta tha. 








 

[Deepak_bull]

CHAPTER 33



Jo aurat mujhe achhe --- adab sikhati thi, woh sabse badi sasti
randi aur besharm nikli, maine yeh khoj liya hai.




Hum teeno hotel ke top floor par elegant dining table ke paas baith gaye, upar se chandelier 
ki naram roshni har cheez par garam, gharelu chamak daal rahi thi. 

Table bahut sundar saja tha— safed chamakti chadar, chamakte silver ke bartan, garam garam
 khane ki platein jo hawa mein khushboo bhar rahi thi— masaledaar grilled chicken, kesar 
wala khushbudaar basmati chawal, tandoor se taza garam naan, aur creamy dal aur sabzi
 ki curry ke bowl. 

Vijay ne sab arrange kiya tha, keh raha tha yeh uska treat hai lambi din ke baad, aur ab hum
 teeno— Ammi, Vijay aur main— kursiyon par baith kar araam se feel kar rahe the. Neeche 
shehar ki lights chamak rahi thi bade glass windows se, lekin yahan upar sab kuchh alag 
duniya jaisa tha, baqi sab se juda. 

Jab main plate mein chawal daal raha tha, mera dimag idhar udhar bhatak raha tha. Soch
 raha tha ki kya Vijay yeh sab— fancy hotel, shandaar dinner, khayal rakhna— sirf achhai se
 kar raha hai, jaise koi madadgaar dost karta hai. 

Ya phir woh Ammi se kuchh chahta hai? Kuchh zyada? Pehle usne jis tarah Ammi ko dekha
 tha, woh chhupi nazrein, sab par sawaal utha rahi thi. Main muskurahat ke peeche khayalat 
chhupaye rakhe, dheere dheere chabaate hue dono ko dekhta raha. 

Ammi ne chicken ka tukda muh mein liya, aankhein band kar ke sachche maza lete hue. “Yeh
 bilkul lajawab hai, Vijay. Masale perfect— na zyada tez, bilkul sahi. Tum sach mein best 
jagah chunte ho. Itne dinon se aisa khana nahi khaya.” 

Vijay garam muskurahat se jhuka, bowl se aur dal uske plate mein daalte hue. “Khush hui 
toh mera din ban gaya, Shahida. Tumhare shauhar ki sehat ke stress ke baad tumhari
 muskurahat dekh kar kuchh nahi achha lagta. Thoda luxury deserve karti ho. Curry ke
 saath naan try karo— bahut achha lagta hai.” 

Main bhi baat mein shamil hua, sab kuchh halka rakhte hue. “Haan Ammi, yeh hospital 
ke cafeteria ke khane se lakh darja behtar hai. Vijay uncle, itna mehnat karne ki zarurat 
nahi thi. Sach mein, shukriya sab ke liye.” 

Usne haath hila kar taal diya, aankhein thodi der Ammi par phir mujh par. “Koi mehnat 
nahi, ladke. Teri Ammi ne bahut kuchh saha hai. Agar main unki shaam thodi behtar kar
 sakoon toh yeh sabse chhoti baat hai. Batao Shahida, aaj shauhar ki tabiyat kaisi hai?
 Kuchh behtari?” 

Ammi ne sar hilaaya, ek aur bite le kar maza lete hue. “Woh stable hai. Doctor keh rahe 
hain nayi dawaiyan kaam kar rahi hain. Lekin thak jaati hoon. Yeh dinner… achha break hai.
 Phir se shukriya.” 

Khana khate hue baatein aasani se chalti rahi— hospital ki routine, Vijay ke safaron ki halki
 kahaniyan, aur Ammi ne kuchh purani family ki yaadein share ki jinse thodi hasi bhi hui. 

Woh sach mein maze le rahi thi, kandhe dheele, hasi naram aur sachchi, paani ke sip ke
 beech. Khana dheere dheere khatam hota gaya, platein aasani se refill hoti rahi, aur ek pal
 ke liye sab kuchh normal sa lag raha tha, jaise teeno dost mil kar khana kha rahe hon. 

Lekin phir maine dekha— Vijay ki nazar. Jab Ammi chicken ka tukda kaat rahi thi, uski
 aankhein khuli taur par uske seene par thami rahi, blouse ke patle kapde ke neeche uske 
breasts ki golai ko dekhte hue. 

Yeh tez tha, lekin saaf, bhookhi chamak jo jaise hi woh upar dekhti usne gayab ho gayi.
 Ammi ko kuchh pata nahi chala; woh bas muskurayi aur chawal ke baare mein baat karne 
lagi ki yeh ghar ke khane ki yaad dila raha hai. 

Us ek nazar ne mere khayalat ko tez kar diya. Kyon Ammi ne aaj apne usual --- kapde 
nahi pehne? Ghar par woh hamesha theek se dhakti thi— dheeli abaya, saaf pin kiya veil,
 sab kuchh modest aur izzat wala. Yahan hotel mein usne tight brown dress pehni thi jo 
uske jism ko thoda sa highlight kar rahi thi. Kyon woh itni be-sharam ho rahi thi? Yeh uske
 jaise nahi tha. 

Agar abbu ne dekha hota— kisi aur mard ke saamne aise kapdon mein baithi, khul kar has 
rahi, uska khayal qabool kar rahi— unhe bilkul pasand nahi aata. Woh hamesha modesty par
 sakht the, fakhr karte the ki Ammi public mein imaan ki pabandi karti hain. 

Yeh Ammi bilkul ajnabi si lag rahi thi, be-fikr aur be-khabar ki uska jism kitni nazrein
 kheench raha hai. Yeh badlaav mujhe bahut pareshan kar raha tha, protection ka ehsaas 
aur kuchh andhera jo main naam nahi dena chahta tha. 

Main (Zaid): Wah, khana lajawab tha, Mr. Vijay! Yeh butter chicken meri zindagi ka sabse 
achha tha. Ammi, tumhe prawns kitne pasand aaye? 

Ammi: (tight blue dress mein muskurati, dupatta thoda adjust karte hue) Haan Zaid, sab 
kuchh bahut tasty tha. Phir se shukriya Mr. Vijay, humein invite karne ke liye. Chef ne sach
 mein kamal kar diya. 

Mr. Vijay: (railing par jhuk kar, dono ko muskurate hue) Khush hua ki pasand aaya, Shahida 
aur Zaid. Hamara chef five-star training wala hai. To Zaid, tere hobbies kya hain, ladke? 
Video games? Cricket? 

Main (Zaid): Zyadatar cricket, sir. Aur swimming! Aaj Ammi ne mujhe yahan pool par sikhaya. 

Ammi: (dheemi hasi) Woh kam bolta hai. Padhai mein bhi bahut achha hai. Aur aap, Mr. 
Vijay? Hotel chalane ke chakkar mein bahut safar karte honge. 

Mr. Vijay: (sar hilaate, aankhein thodi der Ammi ke seene par phir hatati) Safar toh hai, 
lekin zyadatar kaam. Meri shadi… lambi ghanton ki wajah se nahi bachi. Do saal pehle
 divorce ho gaya. Koi bacche nahi. Kabhi kabhi akelapan lagta hai. 

Ammi: (hairan lekin naram awaaz mein) Oh… afsos hua sun kar. Shadi mein mushkilein aati
 hain. Alhamdulillah, meri toh stable hai, chahe shauhar kaam mein zyada busy rahte hain. 

Mr. Vijay: Stable achhi baat hai. Maine kabhi kisi _ aurat se itni khul kar baat nahi
 ki, Shahida. Tum sab itni… conservative lagti ho, dhaki hui, chup. Aise normal baat karna 
taza lag raha hai. 

Ammi: (thodi laali, haath seene par cross karte hue uski nazar notice kar) Conservative? 
Shayad thoda. Hamara mazhab modesty sikhata hai, lekin hum bhi normal log hain. 

Mr. Vijay: Bilkul. Mujhe lagta tha _ auratein mardon ko dekhti bhi nahi, dinner toh 
door ki baat. Aaj tum mere stereotypes tod rahi ho. 

Ammi: (halke se hasi) Itne strict har jagah nahi hote. Family par depend karta hai. 

Mr. Vijay: Phir bhi impressive hai. Jo auratein main milta hoon woh bahut… open hoti hain.
 Tum alag tarah se khud ko rakhti ho. 

Ammi: (jaldi dress ki strap adjust karte) Shukriya… lagta hai? 

Baad mein, jab platein saaf hui aur hum peeche jhuk kar sukoon se saans le rahe the, 
maine socha plan test karne ka waqt hai. “Ammi, main thodi der hotel mein walk kar loon? 
Top floor par balcony aur garden bahut achhe hain. Jaldi wapas aa jaunga.” 

Ammi ka fork beech mein ruk gaya. “Nahi beta. Tune pehle kaha tha kisi ke saath akela 
nahi chhodunga. Yaad hai? Humne promise kiya tha.” 

Vijay kursi mein peeche jhuk kar, awaaz naram aur yaqeen dilane wali. 

“Shahida, ladke ko maze lene do. Hospital ki fikron mein din bhar band raha hai. Thodi 
tazgi aur ghoomna nuksaan nahi. Main yahin tere saath rahunga— agar chahe toh hotel 
ke grounds mein saath walk kar lenge. Bilkul safe hai, aur woh jaldi wapas aa jayega.” 

Ammi ne seedha mujhe dekha, aankhon mein woh chupka yaad dilana ki maine promise 
kiya tha uske saath rehne ka is mard ke saath. Us nazar mein thodi bechaini thi, jaise 
test kar rahi ho ki main yaad rakhta hoon ya nahi. 

Maine uski aankhon se nazar milayi aur tez wink ki, itni halki ki Vijay ko pata na chale, 
muh se silently kaha “main jaldi wapas aaunga”. Woh thoda relax hui, kandhon se tension
 gayab, aur chhoti muskurahat ke saath sar hila diya. “Theek hai… lekin zyada der mat 
karna beta. Aur sambhal kar rehna.” 

Vijay khada hua, Adab se Ammi ko haath diya. “Chalen? Hotel ke walkways aur balcony 
bahut sundar hain, lights dekhne layak. Sab kuchh clear karne mein madad milegi.” 

Woh dono saath chale gaye, aur main thodi der intezaar kar ke unke peeche nikal pada, 
faasla rakhte hue. Mera plan saadah tha: agar main unhe akela chhod doon, toh Vijay 
Ammi ke saath free feel karega. Mujhe uske asli iraade jaanne the. 








Main corridors aur stairwell se chupke chalta raha, dil tez dhadak raha tha, jab tak unhe 
upper level ke ek khamosh balcony par khada paya. Raat ki hawa dheere se unke ird-gird
 chal rahi thi, paas ke lamp ki naram roshni lambi parchhaiyaan daal rahi thi. 

Woh dheemi awaaz mein baat kar rahe the, Ammi railing par halka jhuk kar, Vijay bahut
 paas— zyada paas. 

Ammi: (sar hilaate) Haan beta. Paas rehna. 

Mr. Vijay: To sach batao Shahida— _ auratein itni conservative kyon hoti hain? 
veil ki wajah se, rules ki, ya log kya kahenge ki dar se? 

Ammi: (sochte hue) Zyadatar taleem ki wajah se. Humari izzat bachani hoti hai. Lekin… 
kabhi kabhi yeh bojh sa lagta hai. 

Mr. Vijay: Bojh? Jaise tum apne asli roop ko chhupa rahi ho? Waise aaj yeh brown tight 
dress tum par lajawab lag rahi hai. Us boring black --- kapdon se lakh darja behtar. 

Ammi: (hairan, kapde ko chhute hue) Yeh? Gajendra… mera dost… ne trip ke liye
 khareedi thi. Pehle ajeeb laga tha pehen kar. 

Mr. Vijay: Ajeeb? Tum ismein khoobsurat lag rahi ho. Jaise yeh tumhare jism ko jakad 
rahi hai… aise kapde zyada pehno. Khule, tight, modern. Woh dheele tambu nahi. 

Ammi: (nervous hasi) Khule? Nahi jaanti… yeh alag hai. 

Mr. Vijay: Alag achha hai. Kabhi --- kapde boring nahi lagte? Sab kuchh chhupate 
hain, tumhari natural khoobsurati chamakne nahi dete. 

Ammi: (zyada hasi, muh chhupate) Theek hai, shayad thoda. Comfortable hote hain, 
lekin… haan, kabhi kabhi freely pehenne ki khwahish hoti hai bina fikr ke. 

Mr. Vijay: Bilkul! Tumhe hamesha revealing kapde pehenne chahiye. Aaj ki tarah tight. 
Apne curves… apne sundar assets… ko dikhao aur qadar karwao jaise deserve karte hain.
 Mardon ko yeh naramai, yeh bhara hua jism pasand hai. Yeh aurat ko irresistible 
banata hai. 

Ammi: (samajh gayi, laal hote hue hasi) Mr. Vijay! Bahut direct ho. Lekin… shayad sahi
 keh rahe ho. Mere “assets” chhupane se behtar dikhte hain jab bahar aate hain. 

Mr. Vijay: Dekha? Tum agree karti ho. Yeh moti, rasili assets toh gift hain. Inhe chhupana
 mardon par zulm hai. 

Ammi: (gudgudi, sir hilaate) Mujhe sharma rahe ho. Bas karo. 

Mr. Vijay: (muskurate) Sach batao— auratein mardon mein sach mein kya pasand karti 
hain? Khul kar bolo. 

Ammi: (sharm se, nazar hata kar) Main… nahi jaanti. Kindness? Stability? 

Mr. Vijay: (mazak mein paas jhuk kar) Aao Shahida. Yeh poora jawab nahi. Dil ke andar
 kya chahti hain auratein? Woh asli cheez jo kamzor kar deti hai? 

Ammi: (chhoti awaaz, lafz avoid karte) Kuchh… mazboot. Taqatwar. Tum samajh rahe
 ho. 

Mr. Vijay: (muskurate) Bada, mota aur satisfying? Bilkul. Lekin tum sharm se nahi bol 
paati. 

Ammi: (sharm se hasi) Mr. Vijay! Zaid kabhi bhi wapas aa sakta hai. 

Mr. Vijay: Agar main tumhara shauhar hota toh aisi aurat ko aise resort mein akela nahi 
chhodta. Kabhi nahi. Tera shauhar pagal hai jo tujhe bina apne yahan aane diya. 

Ammi: (jaldi defend karte) Nahi nahi, Hussein acche aadmi hain. Woh bas bimaari se 
theek ho rahe hain. Mujh par poora bharosa hai. 

Mr. Vijay: (dheere se dono haath pakad kar) Phir bhi… agar meri hoti toh har raat paas
 rakhta. Tum bahut qeemti ho akela chhodne ke liye. (haath ke peeche dheere chumban) 





Ammi: (jism kaamp raha, awaaz kaamp rahi) Mr. Vijay… main kyon… aise kaamp rahi 
hoon? 

Mr. Vijay: (haath abhi pakde, doosre haath par chumban) Kyonki tum bhi mehsoos kar 
rahi ho. Woh chingaari. Kuchh naye ka excitement. Tera jism jaanta hai chahe dimag 
lad raha ho. 

Ammi: (tez saans) Main… nahi jaanti. Yeh galat hai. 

Mr. Vijay: (phir haathon par chumban, dheere) Yeh chumban? Yeh toh sirf aaj raat ke 
shukriya ka tareeqa hai. Sach hone ka, itni khoobsurat dikhne ka. 

Ammi: (fisfisate, abhi kaamp rahi) Woh… woh chumban sach mein kis liye tha? Sach batao. 

Mr. Vijay: (aankhon mein dekhte) Yeh dikhane ke liye ki conservative _
 khoobsurat bhi tight blue dress mein zinda mehsoos kar sakti hai. Aur umeed ke liye…
 shayad agli baar… tum mujhe aur zyada dikhane do. 

Mr. Vijay: (haath dheere pakde, aankhein garam lekin tez) Jaanti ho Shahida, tera 
shauhar bahut kismat wala aadmi hai. Sach mein blessed. 

Ammi: (sir tedha kar, abhi bhi laali se) Kismat wala? Kyon? 

Mr. Vijay: (muskurate, awaaz thodi dheemi) Kyonki woh har raat aise perfect, naram
 jism wali aurat ke paas aata hai. Yeh curves jo dress mein bhar rahi hain… jaise teri
 kamar hilti hai chalte hue… zyadatar mard aisi biwi ke liye jaan de denge jo boring 
kapdon ke neeche aisa dikhti ho. 

Ammi: (sakht laal, haath thoda peeche kheench) Mr. Vijay, please… yeh zyada ho gaya.
 Topic badlein? Yeh uncomfortable ho raha hai. 

Mr. Vijay: (mazak mein railing par jhuk kar) Uncomfortable? Kyon? Kyonki main woh bol 
raha hoon jo har mard sochta hai tujhe dekh kar? Ya isliye ki dil ke andar tujhe sunna 
achha lag raha hai? 

Ammi: (sir hilaate, awaaz sakht lekin polite) Kyonki main shadi-shuda hoon, aur mera
 shauhar acche aadmi hain. Kuchh aur baat karte hain. Hotel, tumhare safar… kuchh normal. 

Mr. Vijay: (dheemi hasi) Theek hai theek hai. Theek kaha. To… tera shauhar kya karta 
hai? Business? Sarkari naukri? 

Ammi: (thoda relax, topic badalne se khush) Woh bank mein kaam karta hai. Bahut stable
, zimmedar. Hum almost bees saal se saath hain. 

Mr. Vijay: Bees saal? Kamal hai. Main toh aath bhi nahi tik paya. Batao, tum dono saath 
safar zyada karte ho? 

Ammi: (halke muskurate) Zyada nahi. Yeh trip… alag tha. Mera dost Gajendra ne 
arrange kiya tha humare liye. 






Mr. Vijay: (sir hilaate hue, phir dheere se lehja badalte) Khoobsurat cheezon ki baat
 karte hue… tumhare honth sabse sundar hain, Shahida. Bhare hue, naram, bilkul 
natural gulabi. Jab maine tumhe pool ke paas pehli baar dekha tha tabhi notice kiye the. 

Ammi: (aankhein phail kar asli hairani se, haath apne muh par jaate hue) Mere…
 honth? Mr. Vijay, yeh bilkul achanak! Aisa kyon keh rahe ho? 

Mr. Vijay: (masoomiyat se kandhe uchkaate) Kyonki sach hai. Yeh aise lagte hain jaise 
muskurane ke liye bane hain… ya chumban ke liye. Dinner ke waqt inke baare mein sochta raha. 

Ammi: (ghabra kar halke se hansti, aadha kadam peeche) Aaj raat tum bahut bold ho gaye
 ho. Hotel owner se aisi baatein ki ummeed nahi thi. 

Mr. Vijay: (ek chhota kadam paas aate, awaaz dheemi) Main sirf sach bol raha hoon. 
Zyadatar auratein aisi tareef sunna pasand karti hain. 

Ammi: (ab kuchh ajeeb mehsoos karne lagi — uski aankhein kaise andheri hoti hain jab use 
dekhta hai, woh halki muskurahat jo zyada der tak rehti hai) Main… mujhe lagta hai tum
 cheezon ko zyada gehra samajh rahe ho. Hum to bas normal baat kar rahe the. 

(Mr. Vijay dheere se jhukta hai, chehra uske paas laate hue jaise chumban karne) 

Ammi: (aankhein phailti, tez fisfisahat) Mr. Vijay… kya kar rahe ho? Ruko! 

Ammi: (tez se chehra idhar ghuma kar, ab samundar ki taraf muh, dil zor zor se dhadak 
raha) Yeh theek nahi. Main shadi-shuda aurat hoon. Please izzat karo. 

Mr. Vijay: (abhi bhi bahut paas, saans garam kaan par) Rok nahi pa raha, Shahida. Pool ke
 paas se hi tum par lust kar raha hoon. Yeh tight dress mein tera jism… mujhe paagal kar
 raha hai. 

Ammi: (haathon ko poora alag karte, balcony ke darwaze ki taraf ghabra kar dekhti jahan
 Zaid aa sakta tha) Mera beta bilkul yahin hai! Kabhi bhi bahar aa sakta hai. Tum yeh nahi 
kar sakte. 

Mr. Vijay: (naram, tasalli dete) Zaid phone par busy hai, tumne khud kaha tha. Woh bahar
 nahi aayega. Sirf ek chumban, Shahida. Usse zyada kuchh nahi. Waada. 

Ammi: (abhi bhi muh ghumaye, awaaz kaamp rahi) Nahi. Main apne shauhar ke prati 
wafadar hoon. Yeh mere imaan ke khilaaf hai — mera mazhab, meri shadi, .,. Zina 
haram hai. Sochna bhi galat. Main Hussein ko dhoka nahi de sakti. 

Mr. Vijay: (naram lekin pakka) Main tumhare mazhab ko samajhta hoon, lekin… mujhe 
kuchh batana hai. Maine tumhe dekha. 

Ammi: (thoda palat kar, uljhan aur dar se) Dekha? Kya matlab? 

Mr. Vijay: (phone dheere se nikaalte) Maine tumhe Gajendra ke saath sex karte dekha. 
Tumhare hotel room mein. Kai baar. Mere paas video hai. 

Ammi: (chehra safed pad gaya, awaaz toot rahi) Tum… kya?! Kaise?! Yeh… yeh sach nahi
 ho sakta… 

Mr. Vijay: (shant) Bilkul samajhta hoon, Shahida. Yeh normal hai. Auraton ko excitement 
chahiye. Maza hai. Tum insaan ho. Main judge nahi kar raha. 

Ammi: (dimag mein lakhon sawaal, fisfisate hue darwaze ki taraf dekhti) Awaaz dheemi
 karo! Zaid sun lega! Video kaise mila? Kya tum room mein the? Koi aur? Yeh galti hogi! 

Mr. Vijay: (phone khol kar saaf chhota clip dikhaate) Yeh tum ho. Uska naam le kar zor
 se karah rahi thi. Dekho. 

Ammi: (screen dekh kar horror se, haath muh par) Hey Khuda… nahi… please delete kar
 do. Yeh blackmail hai na? 

Mr. Vijay: (phone jaldi lock kar) Koi blackmail nahi. Kasam se. Main sirf tum par fida
 hoon. Sirf ek chumban chahta hoon. Bas. Tum pehle hi ek baar dhoka de chuki ho — 
chumban uske saamne kuchh nahi. 

Ammi: (awaaz kaamp rahi, sharm se) Tumhe uska naam kaise pata? Gajendra… 

Mr. Vijay: Main usko nahi jaanta. Bas diwaar ke paar se suna “Gajendra… zor se…” Chilla
 rahi thi. Miss nahi ho sakta tha. 

Ammi: (poori sharminda, chehra laal, phir ghabra kar idhar udhar) Hey Khuda… kitni 
be-izzati. Yakeen nahi hota tumne mehmanon par camera lagaye! Yeh galat hai! 

Mr. Vijay: (shant) Spy nahi. Security. Corridor aur kuchh suites mein camera hote 
hain safety ke liye. Luxury hotel mein normal hai. Sabki hifazat. 

Ammi: (halka tanqeed karte, abhi shock mein) Lekin tumne private lamhe dekhe! Yeh
 hifazat nahi — yeh dakhal hai! 

Mr. Vijay: (naram) Shayad. Lekin ab jab mujhe pata hai tumne apne shauhar ke saath line
 paar kar li… to mere saath chumban kyon nahi? Yeh halka hai. Sirf honth. Kisi ko dard 
nahi. Tumne to usse zyada kiya. 

Ammi: (peeche hat kar, awaaz pakki lekin udaas) Nahi. Nahi kar sakti. Nahi karungi.
 Yeh bahut zyada ho gaya. 

(Ammi palat kar balcony ke darwaze ki taraf chal padti, gehri frown, aankhein gunah 
aur udaasi se chamakti) 





“Shahida, ruk jao,” woh peeche se bola, awaaz naram lekin pakki. “Please. Sirf ek chumban
 chahta hoon tumse. Bas. Kasam se blackmail nahi karunga — chahe mere phone mein footage
 saved ho. Main aisa aadmi nahi. Sirf ek chumban, usse zyada kuchh nahi.” 

Woh nahi ruki. Tez kadmon se chalti rahi, corridor mein gayab ho gayi apne kamre ki taraf. 

Main chhupa hua dekhta raha poora waqia. Ab uske iraade saaf the. Aur ajeeb tarah se main 
usko dosh nahi de raha tha Ammi se sexual favor maangne ke liye. Uski galti bilkul nahi thi. 
Uski jagah koi bhi mard Ammi ko chodne ki pyaas karta. 

Uska jism aisa tha — bhare curves, naram chamdi, kamar ka natural hilna jo bina koshish 
aankhein kheenchta. Uske choochhe bhare aur bhari, gaand gol aur dawat dene wali aur
 moti, chehra shadi ke saalon baad bhi jawaan aur sundar. 

Vijay jaise mard rok nahi paate; uska dekhna hi khwahish jagata jo qaboo se bahar. Yeh 
biology thi, seedha saada. Aisi aurat, jo chupke se sensuality bikher rahi ho jab chhupane
 ki koshish karti hai, har normal mard ko sochne par majboor karti hai use chhoone ka,
 haasil karne ka. 

Vijay isme alag nahi — woh insaan tha, aur woh laanat thi. 

Asal mein Ammi ki zyada galti thi uski. 

Usne mujhe bhi seduce kiya tha, woh tareeke jo main qabool nahi karna chahta. Wohi 
curves jo Vijay ko ghoor rahi thi ne mujhe har woh line paar karwayi jo bete ko kabhi 
nahi paar karni chahiye. 

Woh be-khabar grace se chalti thi jo tawajjoh maangti — choochhe kapde par dabav, kamar 
natural hilti, honth bhare aur jazbaati. 

Usne yeh silsila shuru kiya khud ko dikhane se, kapde chun kar jo chhupane ki bajaye 
ishaara karte, qurbat ki ijazat de kar jo aur maangti. Uska jism hathiyar tha jiska use 
ehsaas bhi nahi, mardon ko kheenchta jab tak woh soch nahi paate. 

Agar woh pehle jaise modest kapde pehenti to yeh sab na hota. Lekin usne nahi kiya, aur 
ab Vijay — aur main — dono uske jaal mein phanse. 

Ammi akeli apne hotel room mein dakhil hui, darwaza click se band. 

Main sirf andaaza laga sakta tha uske dimag mein kitne khayal daud rahe the. Woh barbaad 
thi; har zarre mein mehsoos kar rahi hogi. Us aadmi ke paas ab Gajendra ke saath uska 
video tha, aur woh saaf sex maang raha tha khamoshi ke badle. 

Blackmail ka dar, khulne ka dar, sab kho dene ka — shadi, izzat, imaan — ne usko kuchal 
diya hoga. 

Woh shayad phansi mehsoos kar rahi thi, apni galtiyon se gher li gayi, soch rahi hogi ek 
chhoti si galti kaise is khaufnak sapne mein badal gayi. 

Mera phone turant baja. Ammi thi. 

“Beta, abhi tum kahan ho?” Uski awaaz phat rahi thi, bechain, bilkul normal nahi. 

“Main apne room mein hoon, Ammi. Walk ke baad aaram kar raha hoon. Kyon? Sab theek
 hai?” 

Lambi khamoshi. Uski saans sunai di, chhoti aur beqabu. “Haan… haan, main theek hoon. 
Sab theek hai. Bas… tumhara haal poochh rahi thi.” 

“Tum normal nahi lag rahi, Ammi. Awaaz kaamp rahi hai. Kya Vijay ke saath kuchh hua? 
Mujhe bata sakti ho.” 

Woh jaldi sambhali, zor de kar awaaz theek ki. “Nahi, bilkul nahi. Bas din bhar se thak 
gayi hoon. Sach mein, beta, main theek hoon. Kal baat karte hain. Goodnight. Achhe se so jao.” 

Usne aisa bola jaise call khatam kar rahi ho, lekin nahi kiya. Line khuli rahi. Phone desk 
par rakhne ki halki awaaz aayi, shayad socha call band ho gaya. Phir uski awaaz — 
dheemi, tooti hui, khali kamre mein khud ko bura bhala kehti. 





“Main itni bewakoof kaise ho sakti hoon? Sab meri galti hai. Gajendra ke saath affair shuru 
kiya… apne shauhar ko dhoka diya, khud ko dhoka diya. Mahinon se ,,., chhod di. Dil 
se _ nahi rahi. Ab yeh Vijay ne sab record kar liya aur shayad woh bhi mujhse
 sex chahta hai. Mujhe yeh milna chahiye. Main barbaad ho gayi. Kaisi biwi hoon main?
 Kaisi Ammi?” 

Woh jaari rakhi, khud ko sharminda karte hue fisfisahat ki dhara mein. “Maine khud
 yeh sab laaya. Ek galti aur ab hamesha ke liye saza. Khuda maaf kar… lekin ab maafi
 ke layak bhi nahi rahi.” 

Phir phone se darwaze par tez thapki sunai di — koi uske darwaze par. 

Mera dimag daud pada. Vijay hi hoga, shayad tasalli dene aaya, apna point dheere se
 dabane. Maine jaldi call band kiya, dil zor se dhadakta, seedhiyan chadhta uske kamre 
ki taraf dauda. 

Mera dil ka dhadkan kaan mein goonj raha tha. Lift ke paas chhup kar, tez saans lete, 
corner se jhaanka bilkul sahi waqt par. Ammi ne darwaza khol diya tha. Vijay andar 
dakhil hua, darwaza dheemi click se band. 

Mera dil jaanlewa tez dhadka, dard se, aur mera lund pant mein sakht aur dhadakta 
khada. Aage kya hone ka khayal — khatra, haram qurbat, sab phatne ka khatra — ne 
mere andar aag laga di jo qaboo nahi thi. Yeh galat tha, bimaar tha, lekin yeh utsaah
 inkaar nahi kar sakta tha. 






Ammi: (hotel suite ke beech khadi, haathon se khud ko jakde hue, awaaz kaamp rahi)
 Mr. Vijay… aap yahan kya kar rahe hain? Kaise… kaise aapne woh dekha? Cameras… 
hey Khuda, saans nahi le pa rahi main. 

Mr. Vijay: (darwaza dheere se band karte hue, awaaz shaant aur dheemi) Shahida, 
relax karo. Main isliye aaya kyonki maine villa mein lagaye security cameras ka 
footage dekha. Lekin dhyan se suno—main yahan blackmail karne nahi aaya. Main us video
 ka kabhi istemaal nahi karunga. Na ab, na kabhi. Main sab par qasam khata hoon. 

Ammi: Aap qasam kha rahe ho? Lekin… maine kabhi nahi chaaha yeh sab ho! Mujhe
 nahi chaaha kisi ko Gajendra ke baare mein pata chale… affair ke baare mein. Main 
bahut sharminda hoon, bahut gandi mehsoos kar rahi hoon. Agar mere shauhar ko 
kabhi pata chala… ya mere bete ko… main mar jaungi. Yeh sab meri galti hai. 

Mr. Vijay: (dheere se paas aate hue, dono haathon se uske kandhon par rakh kar,
 tasalli se dabate hue) Hey… hey, mujhe dekho. Saans lo. Tumne kuchh galat nahi 
kiya, Shahida. Zina? Yeh normal hai. Auraton ki zarooratein hoti hain. Mardon ki
 hoti hain. Zindagi aise hi chalti hai. Khud ko itna saza mat do. 

Ammi: (sir hilaati, awaaz phat rahi) Normal? Aap kaise keh sakte ho? Maine shuru 
kiya. Maine pehle Gajendra ko chhoone diya. Agar main na karti… yeh sab na hota.
 Main hi sab barbaad karne wali hoon. Main bahut buri biwi hoon, bahut buri
 _… 

Mr. Vijay: (use dheere peeche le jaate hue) Aao, bistar par baitho. Jab tum araam
 se baithogi tab theek se baat karenge. Yahan koi judge nahi kar raha. Sabse kam main. 

Ammi: (bistar ke kinaare baithti, abhi bhi kaamp rahi) Theek… theek hai. Lekin mujhe
 bahut gunah mehsoos ho raha hai. Har baar aankhein band karti hoon to Hussein ka
 chehra dikhta hai. Woh mujh par poora bharosa karta hai. 

Mr. Vijay: (uske paas baith kar, ek haath kandhe par rakhe hue) Aur tumhe yeh gunah
 akeli nahi uthana chahiye. Tum khoobsurat, sehatmand aurat ho. Tumhe regular 
sex deserve hai, Shahida. Har raat agar chaho to. Tera jism iski zaroorat rakhta 
hai. Yeh gunah nahi, khushi mehsoos karna. 

Ammi: (shak se, haathon ko dekhte hue) Regular sex? …Ajnabiyon ke saath? Mujhe 
nahi pata, Mr. Vijay. Yeh galat lagta hai. Main shadi-shuda hoon. Mere zimmedariyan 
hain. 

Mr. Vijay: (naram awaaz se) Tum jaisi khoobsurat auratein har raat bistar par le 
jaayi jaani chahiye. Chumban, chhuan, pura satisfaction. Tera jism iske liye bana 
hai. Us andar ki aag chhupana hi asli gunah hai. Jab koi tumhe chahta hai to kya
 zinda mehsoos nahi hoti? 

Ammi: (awaaz dheemi, thoda shaant hoti) Kabhi-kabhi… haan. Lekin phir bhi lagta
 hai main hi doshi hoon. Maine yeh raasta chuna. 

Mr. Vijay: (kandhe dheere se sehlata) Ab shaant ho rahi ho, achha hai. Gunah ko
 chhod do. Tum doshi nahi ho aurat ban kar mehsoos karne ke liye. Sach batao—kya
 tumhara shauhar tumhe pura satisfy karta hai? Kya woh tumhe waisa mehsoos
 karwata hai jaisa Gajendra ne kiya? 

Ammi: (sihakti, awaaz chhoti) Woh… apne tareeke se karta hai. Haan. Lekin abhi Hussein 
ke baare mein baat nahi karna chahti. Please. 

Mr. Vijay: (sir tedha kar, pyaar se lekin curious) Kyon nahi? Kyonki yeh aur gunah mehsoos 
karwata hai? Ya andar se jaanti ho jawab poora haan nahi hai? 

Ammi: (saans chhod kar, nazar hata kar) Dono. Uske baare mein baat karna jab main 
yahan hoon… sab kuchh aur bura kar deta hai. Main pehle se hi uske saath kaafi dhoka 
kar chuki hoon. 

Mr. Vijay: (dheere se ek haath uski nangi raan par rakh kar, halke se sehlata) Tumhe
 bina saza diye acha mehsoos karne ka haq hai. Tumhe chaaha jaana chahiye. Tum 
shandaar ho, Shahida. Smart, meherbaan, aur bahut sexy. Koi bhi mard tujhe paakar
 khushnaseeb hoga. 

Ammi: (awaaz kaamp rahi lekin dheemi) Aap… aap yeh kisi ko nahi batayenge. Please.
 Ek shakhs ko bhi nahi. 






Mr. Vijay: (garam hasi ke saath) Oh, nahi bataunga. Lekin hum dono ke beech? Sach
 bataun… mujhe bahut pasand aaya kaise tum Gajendra par sawar hui thi. Teri badi, 
rasili gaand har uchal par kaise hil rahi thi… tum kamal thi. Itni confident, itni jungli.
 Bilkul shandaar. 

Ammi: (hairani se hasi nikal gayi, gaal laal) Mr. Vijay! Bas… yeh bahut sharmnaak hai. 
Lekin… shukriya? Mujhe nahi pata abhi main kyon has rahi hoon. 

Mr. Vijay: (muskurate, haath abhi bhi raan par) Dekha? Gunah thoda kam ho raha hai. 
Yeh normal hai, Shahida. Tere shauhar ko kabhi pata nahi chalega. Bade logon ke
 beech ek chhota sa raaz. Iska sab barbaad hone ki zaroorat nahi. 

Ammi: (muskurahat phir khatam) Lekin mujhe uske liye bura lag raha hai. Woh bimaar 
hai, theek ho raha… aur main yahan uska bharosa tod rahi hoon. Aisi kaunsi biwi
 hoti hai? 

Mr. Vijay: (paas jhuk kar, awaaz mazboot lekin naram) Abhi uske khayalon ki itni fikr
 mat karo. Hospital ke bistar se ya ghar se tumhari zindagi control mat hone do. 
Tum yahan ho. Tum zinda ho. Tumhe chaaha jaana, chhua jaana, maanga jaana 
deserve hai. Ek baar khud ko azaad hone do. 

Ammi: (saans theek hoti, usko dekhti) Azaad… saalon se yeh mehsoos nahi hua. 
Aap mujhe… halka mehsoos kara rahe ho. Jaise main itni buri nahi hoon. 

Mr. Vijay: (ek haath se uska chehra dheere se pakad kar) Tum buri nahi ho. Tum
 khoobsurat aurat ho jo khushi deserve karti hai. Tum smart ho, mazboot ho,
 aur abhi… bilkul wahan ho jahan hona chahiye. Mujhe tumhe phir se acha
 mehsoos karwane do. 

Ammi: (aankhein jhapakti, awaaz fisfisahat se zyada nahi) Mr. Vijay… 

Mr. Vijay: (dheere se jhuk kar, uske honthon par naram, gehra chumban) 

Ammi: (pehle thoda zid, haath halke se uske seene par dabaye, lekin peeche nahi 
hati… wahi rahi) 

Mr. Vijay: (lambe chumban ke baad sirf ek inch peeche, honthon par saans) Sirf ek
 chumban, Shahida. Bas yeh. Usse zyada kuchh nahi jab tak tum haan na kaho. 

Ammi: (aankhein aadhi band, kaamp rahi) To… phir se chumban karo. 

Mr. Vijay: (naram muskurahat, dono haathon se chehra pakad kar gaalon par
 chumban, dheeme, zyada josh se, ungliyaan uske choochiyon par sehlati) 
Meri achhi ladki… bas mehsoos karo. Aaj raat gunah nahi. 






Jo bhi unhone kaha, kaam kar gaya, kyonki jaldi hi dheemi harkaton ki awaazein aayi,
 phir saaf chumban ki awaaz. Ammi ne balcony jaisa virodh nahi kiya. Woh haar gayi. 

Mujhe isse hairani nahi hui. Jaise maine pehle khud se kaha tha, koi bhi mard Ammi ko
 chodna chahega. Woh iske liye bani thi—woh bhare choochhe, woh naram, chaudi
 gaand, jism kaise jawab deta tha jab dimag ladta tha. 

Woh andar se randi thi, aur usko choda jaana deserve tha. Duniya ne usko yeh sach
 baar baar dikhaya. Usne shadi ke bahar khushi chakhi aur ab ruk nahi sakti thi. 

Har mard jo usko dekhta wohi khinchav mehsoos karta—Vijay, Gajendra, mere 
andhere lamhon mein bhi main. Woh chumbak ki tarah khwahish kheenchti thi, aur 
ladna use aur kamzor banata tha. Uske jism ko yaad dilaya jaana chahiye tha uske
 liye bana tha. 

Thodi der baad chumban band kiya, awaaz saans rukti. “Bas, Vijay. Please… ab
 jaana chahiye.” 

Woh jaane ko tayyar nahi tha. Maine suna usne use pakda, awaaz dheemi aur 
zid bhari. “Kyon rukna? Tumne bhi mehsoos kiya. Dikhawa mat karo.” 

“Kya kar rahe ho? Mujhe chhod do.” 

Woh kaafi der baat karte rahe, awaazein unchi neeche hoti rahi. 

“Main zabardasti kuchh nahi kar raha. Agar sach mein jaana chahti ho to mere chehre 
dekh kar bolo. Aankhon mein dekh kar kaho jaane ko.” 

Uska chehra uske paas tha—awaazon se tasavvur ho raha tha. Ammi poori uljhan mein 
thi, sahi aur jo jism chahta tha uske beech phati hui. 

“Please, Vijay… mujhe phir galat kaam mat karwao. Main ek baar badalna chahti 
hoon. Achhi biwi aur Ammi banna. Main Gajendra ko bhi nahi dekhna chahti ab. 
Yeh rukna chahiye.” 

Woh dheeme se bola, lekin lafz gehre lage. “Tum yeh kehti ho, Shahida, lekin hum 
dono sach jaante hain. Tum kabhi nahi badlogi. Yeh sex ki bhook ab tumhari 
shakhsiyat ka hissa hai. Yeh tum ho. Jitna mana karo, lekin tera jism pehle se 
jaanta hai.” 

Woh kaafi der chup rahi. Phir woh usko josh se chumban karne lagi, poori tarah
 haar gayi. Woh kamzor thi. 

Aur mujhe bilkul yaqeen ho gaya, koi shak nahi bacha, ki meri Ammi ek sasti randi 
thi. 




 

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CHAPTER 34



Meri mom usi raat Mr. Vijay se chudwa leti hai.



Ammi ne peeche haath dheere se badhaya, apne bhure rang ke dress ki zip pakdi. Kamre ki khamoshi mein metallic kharkharahat dheemi goonji jab usne inch inch neeche ki, awaaz itni qareeb thi jaise koi raaz keh rahi ho. 

Dress pehle kandhon par dheeli hui, kapda alag hua to upar ki peeth ki naram, garam chamdi dikhi aur bra ki patli safed pattiyan uski chamdi par nazuk lakeeron ki tarah. Usne halke se kandhe hilaaye, dress baahon se neeche giri, choochiyon ke ubhaar se guzri, kamar paar ki, phir pairon ke paas naram dhair ban kar gir gayi bhure resham ka. 

Usne ek pair se nikaala, doosre se, ab sirf safed lace bra aur usi rang ki panty mein khadi thi jo uski badi kamar aur gaand ke gol tukdon se chipki hui thi. 

Kamre ki halki sunehri roshni har tafseel pakad rahi thi— chamdi ki chamak, halke stretch marks jo uski asliyat badhaate the, bhaari choochiyon ka har tez saans ke saath upar neeche hona. 

Main apni chhupi jagah par jam kar reh gaya, dil seene se takra raha tha, ek andhera, uljha khushi ka toofan andar daud raha tha. Wahan thi— meri apni Ammi— doosre mard ke liye khud kapde utaar rahi thi, phir se usko chudne dene wali. 

Yeh nazara mujhe bimaar, bijli si zinda kar raha tha. Yeh tha woh lamha: jab woh poori tarah haar maanti hai, jism nanga, haddein phir toot rahi thi. Main khush tha— sach mein, sharmnaak tareeke se khush— use aise dekh kar, nangi, garam, lene ke liye tayyar. 

Har baar jab koi aur mard us par daawa karta, yeh saboot lagta tha jo main andar se jaanta tha: woh sirf Ammi nahi rahi. Woh ek aurat thi jise khwahishen chalati thi, aur use haarte dekh mera khoon garam ho jata. 

Vijay do kadam mein paas aaya, haathon se uska chehra pakda aur gehra chumban kiya. Honth mile, dheemi geeli awaaz, turant alag hue taaki jeebhein mil sakein. 

Usne aise chuma jaise bhookha ho— pehle dheere, maza lete, phir zor se, maaliki se, ek haath kamar ke neeche, doosra baalon mein uljha. Ammi ek dhadkan ke baad jawab di, baahen uski gardan par, use kheench kar paas laayi. Chumban lamba hua, ganda aur bhookha, saansein milti, chhoti siskariyan uske gale se nikalti. 





Usne sirf itna tod ki honthon par bole, awaaz jazbaat se bhari. “Shahida… main tumse pyar karne laga hoon. Jaanta hoon tumne kaha tha feelings nahi, lekin rok nahi pa raha. 

Tumhari chaal, kabhi kabhi nazar… main pyar mein hoon.” Ammi thoda peeche hati, aankhein uske chehre par talash karti. Awaaz dheemi lekin mazboot. “Vijay, please mat. Maine kaha tha— pyar nahi chahti. Sirf sex. Bas itna hi ho sakta hai. Koi waada nahi, koi kal nahi. Sirf aaj raat. Sirf jism. Agar qubool nahi kar sakte to abhi ruk jaate hain.” 

Usne lambe waqt tak dekha, phir dheere sar hilaaya. “Abhi ke liye qubool. Lekin mat ummeed karo ki main ehsaas band kar doon.” Phir chuma, is baar naram, pyaar bhara, phir haath neeche jaane lage. 

Haathon ne peeth par slide kiya, reedh ki haddi ke along, gaand tak pahunche. Dono gaand ke tukdon ko mazbooti se pakda, ungliyan naram, bhari gosht mein dhans gayi. Ammi ne chhoti si be-ikhtiyar saans chhodi jab woh masalne laga— dheeme, gehre dabav jo gaand ko thoda hilate the. 

Zor se nichoda, panty ke upar se tukde alag kiye, phir bounce back hone diya. Mera dimag ghoom gaya jaln aur hairat se. 

Yeh harami kitna kismat wala hai jo Ammi ki badi gaand ke gosht ko aise nichod raha. Woh gaand ek shahkaar thi— behad gol, namumkin naram, woh moti, mulayam gaand jo bade mardon ko paagal kar deti. Har taraf se moti: side se shelf jaisi ubhri, peeche se do perfect, bhari gol tukde jo thodi si harkat se hilte. 

Chamdi naram, garam, raanon se milne par halke dimples, aur beech ka gehra ched kisi bhi bahadur mard ke liye jannat ka waada. Kitne mard ghutne tek kar is gaand mein chehra dafna denge? Kitne shaadi ka proposal de denge agar ek baar pakad sakein, wazan haathon mein mehsoos karein, dhakke se hilte dekh sakein? Yeh jaadu tha— bhari, rasili, sabse asli aurat wali. 

Vijay ki ungliyan gosht mein gayab, jaise aata gondh raha ho, failaate aur chhodte, har nichod se gaand ke tukdon mein lahar. 







Woh gaand pooja ke layak thi; pakadne, thapadne, chodne, bharne ke liye bani. Mard is haq ke liye qatl kar denge jo Vijay ke paas tha— haath Ammi ki shandaar, moti, perfect gaand se bhare. 

Vijay ne gale se gehri awaaz nikali, tareef se bhari. “Khuda, Shahida… yeh gaand asli nahi lagti. Itni badi, itni naram, itni bhari. Poori zindagi sirf aise pakad kar guzar sakta hoon. Dekh kaise haathon mein bhar jaati— bahar nikal rahi, har nichod par hil rahi. Itni shandaar moti gaand kabhi nahi dekhi.” 

Ammi ne kaampte hasi, aadhi sharm, aadhi garam. “Tu paagal ho gaya hai is par.” “Haan,” usne bina sharam ke qabool kiya. 

“Main is gaand ke khwab dekhta tha. Jab tu chalti hai kaise hilti, jab ghar mein tight skirt pehenti to kaise dikhti. Yeh jurm hai kitni perfect hai. Itni gol, itni bhari… kaatna chahta hoon, thapad maarna, isme hamesha dafn hona.” 

Woh thoda hilti, peeche uske haathon mein dhakelti. “Aise baatein jaari rakhega to shayad sab karne doon.” 

Usne phir nichoda, is baar zor se, angoothon se raan aur gaand ke milne wali line par. “Waada?” 







Ammi ki saans ruk gayi. Phir achanak thoda alag hui, uljhi nazar nightstand par phone par. “Ruk… pehle ek call karni hai. Sirf ek minute.” 

Vijay ne bhanv chadhayi, haath abhi bhi kamar par. “Kya hua? Phir pareshan lag rahi ho.” Usne honth kaata, saaf uljhi. “Mujhe shauhar ko call karna hai. Woh abhi hospital mein hai. Uski awaaz sunni hai, raat bhar theek hai ya nahi. Bina jaane… yeh nahi kar sakti. Please samajh.” 

Vijay ne lambe waqt tak dekha, phir dheere sar hilaaya. “Bilkul. Call kar. Main intezaar karunga. Jitna waqt lage.” 

Yeh mard uske liye itna bhookha tha, chodne ko itna beqarar, ki yeh der uske liye saza thi. 

Uske jism ki har line se dikhta— jabda band, haath muthi, pant mein bada ubhaar kapde ke khilaaf dard se dab raha. Woh use abhi jhukana chahta tha, andar ghusana, us jism mein khud ko gum kar dena jiske khwab hafton se dekh raha tha. 

Har second bina andar hue uske liye dard tha— saansein tooti hui, aankhein kaali aur chamakti, lund kapdon ke neeche hil raha. Woh bhookha tha, bechaini se kaanp raha, lekin peeche hata, use jagah di. 

Ammi ne shukriya bhari nazar di. “Shukriya. Yahan rukna. Jaldi karungi— waada.” Woh bathroom ki taraf chali, aur har kadam par gaand shandaar hilti— tukde bhari roll karte, dheeme bounce, safed panty beech mein thodi dhansi, gehra ched saaf. 







Yeh chal jaadu thi, naam bhula dene wali. 

Woh bathroom mein dakhil hui aur darwaza aadha band kiya, itna khula ki awaaz saaf hotel ki patli deewaron se guzar jaye. 

Main bahut kismat wala tha. Meri chhupi jagah— service corridor mein tang alcove bilkul unke kamre ke bahar— perfect angle deti thi. Deewarein kagaz jaisi patli; har lafz, har saans jaise paas khada hoon. 

Bathroom ke khule darwaze ke tukde se andar ka shandaar manzar dikhta: chamakti safed marble counter, bada mirror jo sab reflect karta, naram recessed lights jo garam, qareebi roshni daalte. 

Main deewar se chipak gaya, saans rok kar, har harkat andar hone wali cheez par kaan lagaaye. 

Ammi ne phone uthaya aur Nafisa ka number dial kiya. Do ghunti ke baad jud gaya. “Nafisa? Main hoon,” Ammi ne fisfisaya, awaaz kaamp rahi. “Baat karni hai.” 

Shahida: (dheemi, fisfisahat, saaf ghabrayi) Nafisa… hey… main hoon. Abhi free ho? Mujhe… sach mein baat karni hai. Kuchh ho raha hai aur… samajh nahi aata kaise kahoon. Khuda, haath kaamp rahe hain. 

Nafisa: (halke se hansti) Shahida, baby, tu aisi awaaz mein jaise behosh hone wali hai. Kya hua? Saans le. Mujhe dara rahi hai. 

Shahida: (ruk ruk kar, awaaz phat rahi) Main… soch bhi nahi pa rahi. Gajendra… usko achanak jaana pada. Kaam ka emergency. Bas samaan pack kiya aur chala gaya. Ab main akeli hoon aur… samajh nahi aata kya kar rahi hoon. Kitni bewakoof lag rahi hoon. Itni uljhi. 

Nafisa: Aaram se, tu chhoti chhinal. (mazaaq, pyaar bhara) Phir se drama mein phans gayi. Bata kya ho raha. Jaanti hai main teri gandi kahaniyon ke liye hoon. 

Shahida: (abhi bhi taalti, awaaz kaamp rahi) Nahi, yeh usse bhi bura hai. Main ghar par nahi. Kahin aur hoon. Aur yahan ek mard… abhi bahar intezaar kar raha hai. Bathroom mein chhupi hoon jaise bewakoof. Bahut gunah mehsoos ho raha. Hussein yaad aa raha, Gajendra… yahan kya kar rahi hoon main? 

Nafisa: (naram lekin mazboot) Shahida, ruk. Mere saath saans le. Andar… bahar. Tu safe hai, mujhse baat kar rahi. Ab dheere bata kahan hai aur yeh mard kaun. Ab taal mat, theek? 

Shahida: (lambe waqt chup, saans tez) Theek… theek. Main hotel mein hoon. Bahut shandaar wala. Vijay ke saath. Yeh ameer aadmi hai jisse mila. Sach mein ameer. Gajendra gaya aur Vijay… bas aa gaya. Bahut acha hai, Nafisa. Cheezein khareedta, khayal rakhta. Lekin ab… bahar bathroom ke darwaze par intezaar kar raha aur main… lagta hai woh chahta hai… samajh rahi na. 

Nafisa: (hansti) Oh mera Khuda, tu poori chhinal. (dostana, mazaaq) Bathroom mein chhupi jab ameer mard chodne ka intezaar kar raha? Classic Shahida. Poora bata. Kya ho raha sach mein? 






Shahida: (awaaz chhoti, sharminda) Please judge mat… main bahut uljhi hoon. Woh mujhe chhoo raha, chum raha… aur maine diya. Lekin ab zyada chahta hai. Mujhe chodna chahta hai, Nafisa. Yahan. Aur main… nahi jaanti karna chahiye ya nahi. Bata sach… kya Vijay ko mujhe chodne doon? 

Nafisa: (zor se hansti, phir serious) Ruk— tu sach poochh rahi? “Kya usko chodne doon?” Ladki, serious hai? Tu hotel ke bathroom mein chhupi hai jab ameer lund bahar intezaar kar raha aur mujhse ijazat maang rahi? Tu poori randi hai, Shahida. Bilkul randi aur tu jaanti hai. 

Shahida: (chupke, qubool karte hue lekin kaamp rahi) …Jaanti hoon. Main randi hoon. Hussein ko Gajendra ke saath dhoka diya… aur ab yeh. Lekin Nafisa… main abhi bhi Gajendra se bahut pyar karti hoon. Usne mujhe aise ehsaas diye jo kisi ne nahi. Agar yeh sab barbaad kar de to? Main darti hoon. 

Nafisa: (utsahit, awaaz garam lekin mazboot) Oh honey, Gajendra se pyar? Pyara. Lekin usne tujhe chhod diya, yaad hai? Kaam ka emergency meri gaand— woh gaya. Tu randi hai, Shahida. Hamesha thi. Tujhe lund chahiye. Tu uski pyaasi hai. Zyada sochna band kar aur Vijay ko tujhe pagal karne de. Woh ameer hai, yahan hai, aur tu pehle se geeli soch kar. Jaanti hoon tu hai. 

Shahida: (abhi mana karti, awaaz ruk ruk) Nahi… jaldi hai. Gajendra wapas aa sakta hai. Nahi karna chahiye. Shayad ghar chali jaun… 

Nafisa: (zor daalte, excited) Sirf ek baar try kar! Chal na, chhinal. Sirf ek baar doosre mard ke saath. Mehsoos kar kitna alag hai. Gajendra ne achha choda, theek, lekin Vijay ameer— stamina soch, paisa, kaise failayega. Tu waise bhi randi hai. Ek aur lund se kya farq? Baad mein shukriya degi. 

Shahida: (dheemi hasi, abhi unsure) Nafisa… tu namumkin hai. Jaanti hoon main randi hoon… lekin gunah lagta. Gajendra ka chehra yaad aa raha. 

Nafisa: (besharam, awaaz neeche aur gandi) Gunah? Gunah ko chhod. Bata— Vijay ka lund Gajendra se bada hai? Mota hai? Bahar darwaze par sakht hai? Soch uske neeche sink par jhukayi, dhakke maarta jab tu beqarar chhoti randi ki tarah karah rahi. Tujhe istemaal hona pasand hai, Shahida. Jab Gajendra ne pehle Hussein ke peeche choda tha tab pasand aaya tha. Yeh wahi hai. Sirf behtar. Ameer. Ja le woh lund, baby. Use bharne de. Bet tu meri baat sun kar tapak rahi hai. 

Shahida: (chaunk kar, saans rukti) Nafisa! Oh mera Khuda… kaise bol rahi? Tu kitni besharam! Main… yakeen nahi hota tune kaha. Dil ab tez dhadak raha… 

Nafisa: (shararti hansti) Meri randi. Dekha? Tu pehle se garam hai. Ladna band kar. Bahar ja, towel gira, aur Vijay ko teri chut barbaad karne de. Baad mein har tafseel bata. Size, kitna zor se chodta, kitni baar jhadwaya— 

[Achanak bathroom ke darwaze par mazboot thapki.] 

Vijay: (dhundhla lekin saaf, gehri awaaz, beqarar) Shahida? Baby, bahut der ho gayi. Bahar aa. Main intezaar kar raha. 

Shahida: (tez fisfisahat, ghabrayi) Oh tatti— woh thapki de raha! Nafisa, woh bilkul yahan— 

[Usne jaldi phone kaan se hataya lekin poora band nahi kiya. Line judi rahi. Rustling sunai di jab usne darwaza khola. Vijay ne turant dhakka diya.] 

Vijay: (andar aate, awaaz bhookhi) Wahan thi tu… ab. 

Shahida: (chaunk kar, awaaz kaamp rahi) Vijay— ruk, ek second— 

[Phone ab uske seene se chipka, lekin judi. Nafisa ki awaaz dheemi lekin saaf sunai de rahi thi line par.] 






Nafisa: (zor se, fikarmand lekin maza lete hue) Hello? Shahida? Jaan? Kyon nahi jawab de rahi? Kya woh andar aa gaya? Kya woh abhi tujhe chod raha hai? Shahida! Baat kar na! Tu randi, phone mat kaat bina bataye— 

[Call halki si judi rahi jab Shahida ki saansein tez hone lagi.] 

Nafisa: (line par hi, dheeme se hanste hue) Oh mera Khuda… sach mein kar rahi hai na tu? Achhi ladki. Maze le us ameer lund ke, randi. Baad mein call karna… ya mat karna. Mujhe pata hai tu bahut busy hogi chudwane mein. 

Woh bathroom ka darwaza dheere se khola aur andar aaya, bechain aur lagbhag paagal sa. Seena upar neeche ho raha tha, aankhein Ammi par jaise shikaar ko pakad liya ho. “Shahida… ab aur bardasht nahi hota. Please.” 

Mujhe bhi wahi jaldi thi. Mera lund dard kar raha tha sakht hokar, intezaar se dhadak raha. Main intezaar nahi kar sakta tha Ammi ko phir chudte dekhne ka— dekhne ka uska jism kisi aur mard ko le raha, uski karahen tiles par goonj rahi. 

Ammi ne jaldi call kaat di aur uski taraf mudi. “Maine abhi apne shauhar se baat ki. Woh theek hai— aaram se so raha. Nurse ne kaha woh stable hai.” 

Vijay ne sir hilaya, lekin nazar tez thi. “Tu abhi bhi pareshan lag rahi hai. Kyon? Mujhse baat kar.” 

Woh ruk gayi, aankhein zameen par. Dil ke andar woh nahi chahti thi ek se zyada mard uske shauhar ke bahar usko choden. Gajendra pehla aur akhri galti tha— ya woh khud se aisa kehti thi. 

Ammi ne uske pant se lund bahar nikala aur sehlane lagi. Uska lund bahut bada tha. 






Ek premi to sirf ek chhoti si galti lagti thi, jo kabhi iqraar kar ke tauba kar sakti thi. Lekin do? Yeh hadd paar kar jata tha, kuchh jo wapas nahi aata, jisse woh sach mein gumraah mehsoos karti thi. 

Yeh khayal usko kha raha tha— uske zameer ko chhed raha, yaad dilata kitni door gir gayi hai. Woh sirf Gajendra se chudwana chahti thi, gunah ko ek shakhs tak seemit rakhna chahti thi, ek kamzori. Lekin darwaza khul gaya, ab band nahi ho raha tha. 

Woh khud ko bar bar dosh deti— Gajendra ko andar aane diya, zyada maza liya, rok sakti thi lekin nahi roka. Ab Vijay se do mard ho gaye, aur gunah gale tak aa gaya tha. 

Vijay: (awaaz dheemi, bhookhi, muskurate) Aakhirkaar. Bahut der kar di, baby. Dekh teri halat… yeh chhoti peeli panty teri moti gaand ko jakad rahi, aur yeh neeli blouse tere choochiyon ko mushkil se sambhal rahi. Fuck, tu kitni sexy hai. Lekin ab intezaar khatam. 

Shahida: (ghabrahat mein, peeche hat kar jab tak gaand marble counter se na takraye, awaaz kaamp rahi) Vijay… main abhi bhi darti hoon. Abhi kya chahta hai? Kya hum… dheere shuru karen? Jaise pehle? 

Vijay: (muskurahat badi, haath badha kar kamar pakdi, use khud se chipkaya) Dheere? Nahi, Shahida. Aaj raat teri chut nahi. Main teri gaand marna chahta hoon. Yahin. Abhi. Apna lund teri is badi, rasili _ gaand mein gehra daalna chahta hoon. 

Shahida: (aankhein phaili, muh khula, sachcha shock) K-kya?! Meri… meri gaand? Vijay, nahi! Pagal ho gaye ho? Socha tha normal chahiye… jaise koi mard chahta hai. Wahan nahi! Maine kabhi… nahi kar sakti! 

Vijay: (shaant lekin tez, haath neeche gaand ke tukdon par dabate hue panty ke upar) Haan kar sakti hai. Aur karegi. Sun baby. Maine bahut auraton ko choda… lekin kabhi kisi _ aurat ki gaand nahi maari. Kabhi nahi. Mujhe woh taqat chahiye. Ek fakhr wali, khoobsurat _ biwi jaise tu ko jhukakar uski sabse tight, sabse haram ched dena. Tera shauhar Hussein jaan de de agar jaane to, sahi? Aur teri yeh badi gaand… fuck, itni moti aur naram gaand kabhi nahi mili. Mujhe chahiye. Use faila kar apna banana hai. 

Shahida: (thoda gusse mein, seene par halka dhakka, awaaz unchi) Vijay, aise baat mat kar! Jaise koi… jeet ka maamla ho. Main teri trophy nahi. Aur meri gaand tere “apne” karne ke liye nahi. Main tayyar nahi. Bahut zyada hai. Please, sirf… meri chut, theek? Ya intezaar karen. Main andar saaf nahi hoon, Vijay. Kuchh tayyar nahi kiya. Dard hoga. Nahi chahti. 

Vijay: (abhi bhi nichodta, gaand ke tukdon ko gehra massage dete, awaaz manane wali aur naram) Chal na, Shahida. Mujhse jhooth mat bol. Tu badi ho. Le sakti hai. Pehle dheere jaunga. Relax kar. Tu pehle se geeli hai— boo aa rahi hai. Mujhe yeh ek cheez de de. Soch kitni taqat mehsoos hogi jab main teri yeh kunwaari jaisi _ gaand mein ghusunga. Kitna acha lagega mera lund in bade tukdon ke beech gayab hote hue. Tu iske liye bani hai, baby. Yeh gaand chudne ke liye bani hai. 

Shahida: (shikayat zyada, awaaz pareshan aur jhijhak bhari, abhi bhi paak banne ki koshish) Nahi, meri baat sun! Sach mein tayyar nahi. Zindagi mein kabhi gaand nahi chudwayi— kabhi nahi! Gajendra ne kabhi maanga bhi nahi. Main waisi aurat nahi. Aur andar… saaf nahi hai, Vijay. Kya pata kuchh ho jaye? Sach bol rahi hoon. Main achhi aurat hoon. Sirf Gajendra ke saath galti ki kyonki… usne mujhe khaas mehsoos karwaya. Lekin yeh? Yeh ganda hai. Nahi kar sakti. 

Vijay: (andhere se hanste, ek haath gaand par, doosra thodi utha kar aankhon mein dekhta) Sach mein? Kabhi nahi? Kitna pyara. Lekin maine hotel ki camera footage dekhi, Shahida. Kal raat wali room ki. Tu chaar haathon par thi Gajendra ke liye. Usne teri gaand ko kachcha choda jab tu randi ki tarah karah rahi thi. Maine security feed par poora dekha jab tujhe yahan laane se pehle. Tu ne usko pehle hi gaand de di. To mere saamne paak banne ka natak band kar. Mujhe bilkul pata hai tu kaisi chhinal hai. 

Shahida: (poora shock, chehra laal, peeche hat kar, awaaz phat rahi) Tu… tu KYA?! Camera?! Hey Khuda, Vijay… tune woh dekha? Woh private tha! Mujhe pata nahi tha camera hai! Kaise kar sakta hai… bahut sharminda hoon. Itna nanga mehsoos ho raha. Please delete kar de. Please! Ab darr lag raha. Kya pata koi aur dekh le? Kya pata Hussein ko pata chale? 

Vijay: (use wapas kheench kar, awaaz shaant aur tasalli dene wali) Aaram se, baby. Sirf mere paas hai. Koi aur nahi dekhega. Lekin woh dekh kar itna garam hua ki aur zyada chahta hoon. Ab jhooth band. Tu paak nahi. Ab tu meri chhoti _ chhinal hai. 

Shahida: (abhi bhi darti, fisfisate, aankhein badi) Lekin… agar main tere lund par tatti kar doon to? Bahut darr lag raha, Vijay. Andar khali nahi. Ho sakta hai. Tujhe ghin nahi aani chahiye. Kya condom hai? Please bata condom hai. Kam se kam woh to. 

Vijay: (dheeme hanste, bilkul naaraaz nahi, haath gaand ko aur masalte) Condom? Gaand ke liye? Nahi baby. Kuchh beech mein nahi chahiye. Aur agar tu mere lund par tatti kar de to koi baat nahi. Hum bathroom mein hain, Shahida. Agar tatti aane lage to kar de. Yahan hi. Mere lund par agar ho jaye. Baad mein shower mein sab saaf kar denge. Sach bol raha hoon. Mujhe asli tu chahiye— gandi, gandagi wali, sachchi. Kuchh nakli nahi. Itna chahta hoon teri yeh badi _ gaand. 

Shahida: (ghin se, chehra sikudta, seene par dhakka lekin kamzor) Ikkh, Vijay! Kitna ganda! Kaise itni aasani se bol deta hai? Sach mein chahta hai main… tatti tere upar kar doon? Yeh bahut ghinoni baat hai. Soch kar hi ulti aati hai. Tu sach mein itna ziddi hai meri gaand ke liye? 

Vijay: (naram awaaz, abhi bhi gaand ke tukdon ko dheere chakkar lagate, use dheere se gale lagate) Hey… hey, mujhe dekh. Main ziddi nahi. Main tere liye paagal hoon. Is jism ke liye. Tu kitni khoobsurat hai, Shahida. Yeh bade naram tukde, yeh patli kamar, jab tu ghabrati hai to laali… sab pasand hai. Bahut dheere jaunga, waada. Sirf supari pehle. Phir inch inch. Tu bhari mehsoos karegi, lekin acha. Jitni der tu kahe ruk jaunga. Lekin jaanta hoon tu le sakti hai. Gajendra ko to le liya. Ab mujhe le. Tujhe rani jaisa mehsoos karwaunga… jab andar ki chhinal ko chodunga. 

Shahida: (abhi bhi jhijhak lekin uske baahon mein pighalti, awaaz chhoti) Main… nahi jaanti. Darr lag raha. Lekin… theek hai. Tel. Shelf par massage ka tel hai. Agar karna hai… to woh use kar. 

Vijay: (muskurate, maatha choom kar) Achhi ladki. Ja kar la de mere liye. 

[Ammi mudi, ungliyon par khadi hokar, peeli panty gaand par kasi hui jab woh glass shelf se chhota body oil ka bottle uthati hai. Use sharm se dete hue. Phir bina sochay aage badh kar use zor se gale lagaya, chehra uske seene mein chhupa liya.] 








Vijay: (baahon mein jakad kar, ek haath tel haath mein daalta, doosra gaand ke tukdon par ragadta, dheere gehra massage) Bas yeh, baby. Mujhe gale laga. Mehsoos kar surakshit. Main yahin hoon. Bahut naram rahunga. Pehle dheere chakkar… aise hi. Mehsoos kar mere ungliyan kaise tel teri khoobsurat badi gaand par faila rahi? Kitni naram… kitni garam. Tu perfect hai, Shahida. Jaldi nahi karunga. Poori raat lagegi agar zarurat pade. Tu meri achhi ladki hai aaj raat. Meri sexy _ rani jiski sabse moti gaand maine chhui. Relax… saans le… mujhe dheere se kholne de. Tujhe pasand aayega. Waada. 

Shahida: (uske seene mein budbudate, awaaz abhi kaamp rahi lekin haathon ke neeche pighalti) Vijay… tu mujhe bahut ghabra raha hai… lekin… aise hi baat karte raho. Please. Bas… bahut dheere. Sach mein dheere. 

Vijay: (gehra massage jari, ungliyan peeli panty ke kinaare ke neeche, awaaz dheemi aur tasalli dene wali) Karunga, baby. Bahut dheere. Inch inch. Jab tak yeh badi gaand poori meri na ho jaye. Tu abhi se bahut achha kar rahi hai… 

Vijay ne woh chhota tel ka bottle uthaya jo Ammi ne pehle shelf par ishara kiya tha. Use utha kar dekha, aankhein kaali. “Mudi. Jab tu gaand marwane ko raazi hui, to yahin bathroom mein karenge. Is tarah bistar ki chadar kharab nahi hogi agar gandagi ho jaye.” 

Mujhe bilkul samajh aaya kyon bathroom chuna— smart aur ganda dono. Gaand chudai mein hamesha gandagi ka khatra hota; tez chudai mein tatti nikal sakti, khaas kar jab Ammi itni dheeli ho chuki thi. 

Bathroom ki tiles hose se saaf ho jati, drain wahi tha, hotel ke mehenge bistar par daag ya saboot chhodne ki zarurat nahi. 

Ammi dheere se mirror ki taraf mudi. Unhone safed panty ke kinaare mein ungliyan daali aur taangon se neeche kiya, naram se bahar nikaali. Phir dono haathon se peeche ja kar gaand ke tukde failaye, apna tight puckered gaand ka ched poora Vijay ko— aur mere chhupne ke nazar ko— nanga kar diya. 

Vijay turant ghutnon par baith gaya peeche. Woh bilkul paas jhuka, naak ched se lagbhag chhuti, aur gehri saans li. “Mmm…” 

Ammi saans roki aur thoda peeche hatne ki koshish. “Vijay, mat… aise nahi. Please.” 

Woh nahi hila. “Boo aa rahi hai gandi, Shahida. Mujhe pasand hai. Yeh teri gaand ki asli boo— aaj se nahaayi nahi, kacchi aur fitri. Nasha karne wali. Chahta hoon zubaan yahin daal kar hamesha rakhoon.” 

Ammi ki awaaz chhoti aur sharminda. “Aaj nahaayi nahi… poora din daudti rahi. Maaf karna agar buri boo hai.” 

Woh phir gehri saans li, lagbhag karah kar. “Maafi mat maang. Yeh boo perfect hai. Sabse achhi tarah gandi. Yeh tu hai— bina filter, gandi, aurat wali. Zyadatar auratein sabun aur khushboo se chhupati hain. Tu nahi chhupayi. Isliye aur garam lag rahi.” 

Kai lambi minute tak usne gaand ki pooja naak se ki— soongha, ragda, puckered ring par dheeme chumban diye— phir Ammi mudi, ghutnon par baith gayi, aur uska lund muh mein le liya. 

Woh josh se choosti rahi, sir aage peeche, gaal andar, zubaan sir par ghumati jab haath neeche se sehla raha tha. Vijay upar se karah raha, ungliyan baalon mein, rhythm guide kar raha. 

Phir woh khadi hui, palti, counter par thoda jhuk gayi, haath marble par tika. Vijay peeche khada hua, uske tel wale gaand ke ched par mota sir rakha. Woh dheere se aage dhakela. 

Aasani se andar gaya— Ammi ka gaand ka ched pehle se dheela aur trained tha Gajendra ke kai baar chudne se. Gajendra ka bada lund ne use har raat failaya, tight ring ko khola, muscles ko sikhaya relax aur qubool karna bina dard. Jo pehle mushkil tha ab aasan aur khula— ched ne Vijay ke lund ko lagbhag bhookhe se nigal liya, deewarein jakad rahi snug lekin bina virodh. 





Vijay gehri karah jab poora andar tak gaya. “Fuck… tu peeche se itni khuli hui hai. Itni aasani se andar ja raha. Gajendra ne sach mein is gaand par kaam kiya tha, na?” 

Uska lund bada tha— mota, nasen bhara, lambai poori bharne layak— lekin Gajendra jitna bhayanak nahi. Gajendra ka har baar hadd tak failata, gaping aur dard chhodta. Vijay ka impressive, santusht karne wala, zyada aaram se fit, andar tak jab tak hips uski naram gaand ke tukdon se na chipke. 

Abhi khade khade, woh gaand mein gehre, mustaqil dhakke marne laga. Haath kamar par jakde, har dhakke mein use peeche kheench kar lund par bitha raha. Chamdi ki thapak marble deewaron par goonj rahi— geeli, taal wali, behaya. Uski badi gaand har takkar par bhari hui hil rahi, tukde hilte uchalte jab woh andar bahar. 

Ammi zor se karah rahi, awaaz bathroom mein goonj rahi. “Ahhh… Vijay… itna gehra ja raha… haan… bilkul aise hi…” 

Woh dhakke tez karta raha, hips zor se aage, tez. “Le, Shahida. Har fucking inch le is khoobsurat moti gaand mein. Tu iske liye bani hai.” 

Uski karahen aur unchi, bina rok tok, kamra bhar rahi jab woh khade khade uski gaand maar raha, lund gehra dheeli, khuli gaand mein, tel se har slide chamakti aur geeli. 

 

[Deepak_bull]

Hello doston, bahut dino se maine koi post nahi kiya tha. Bahut se logon ne mujhe complain kiya ki meri mom aur Gajendra ke interfaith affair ki story wapas shuru karun. Mainne aapki baat sun li hai. Agla update abhi kuch ghanton mein aa raha hai, stay tuned aur zaroor comment karna.

[Deepak_bull]

CHAPTER 35


Finally meri mom Gajendra ke paas wapas aa gayi hai.




Us raat Vijay ne sirf Ammi ki gaand hi maari. Usne ek baar bhi unki chut mein ghusne ki koshish nahi ki. Jab usne bathroom mein Ammi ki dheeli, khulne wali gaand mein gehra dhakka maara aur lambi, steady dhakkon se unhe bhar diya jab tak woh karahne aur kaanpne lagi, tab usne bahar nikala, dono ko rack se garam towels se saaf kiya, aur use bade bistar par main room mein utha kar le gaya. 


Ek baar maine dekha uska lund Ammi ki bhuri tatti se dhaka hua tha aur bathroom ke floor par gir raha tha. Ammi ko ghin aayi lekin yeh hi uski asliyat hai, woh ek gandi aurat hai. 

Woh dono chadar ke neeche slip ho gaye, uska jism abhi bhi laal aur kaanpta hua, uske baahon ne peeche se use jakad liya. Ammi ne sir uske seene par rakh diya, saansein dheemi aur bhari, jab Vijay ne uske baalon par chumban kiya aur dheemi khushiyan bhari baatein fisfisayi. Woh aise hi so gaye — nange, uljhe hue, uska haath soye hue bhi Ammi ki badi gaand ke curve par possessively pada hua. 

Main service corridor mein bahut der tak chhupa raha jab tak sab awaazein band nahi ho gayi, mera khud ka jism aag ki tarah jal raha tha. Jab sab shant ho gaya tab main apne room mein wapas ghus gaya, darwaza lock kiya, aur apna lund bahar nikala. 

Main dheere dheere mutth maarne laga, har ek chhoti detail dimag mein dohraata hua: kaise uski gaand ke tukde fail gaye jab woh jhuki, Vijay ke hips ka geela thapak uske naram gosht par, bathroom ki tiles par uski zor ki, rok na paane wali karahen goonj rahi thi. 

Mera haath tez ho gaya, precum se geela, jab main us pal ko soch raha tha jab uska lund poora andar chala gaya. Main zor se jhad gaya, ungliyon par gira kar takiye mein moan ko dabaya. 

Yeh release bahut acha laga, lekin kaafi nahi tha. Mainne bees minute baad phir kiya, is baar dheere, maza lamba karte hue jab tak meri taangein kaanpne lagi. Meri zindagi itni ajeeb tareeke se mazedaar ban gayi thi. 

Main ab bina sharm ke har baar live chudai dekhta tha. Har chhupi hui scene jo mujhe milti thi — Ammi aur Gajendra, Nafisa aur Ravi, aur ab Ammi aur Vijay — jaise mera personal show. 

Ab koi gunah mehsoos nahi hota tha, sirf utsaah aur gehra, nasha wala thrill. Mujhe sochna ya phone par video dekhna nahi padta tha; asli auratein jo main jaanta tha mardon ke saamne khud ko de rahi thi, aur main har karah, har dhakka, har surrender dekh paata tha. 

Yeh mujhe taqatwar, zinda mehsoos karata tha, jaise main hi woh akela tha jo band darwazon ke peeche kya ho raha hai sach mein dekh raha tha. Sharam mujhse poori tarah chali gayi thi. Kyon bura mehsoos karna jab duniya yeh haram tohfe detी ja rahi thi? Meri raatein ab asli maza se bhari thi, aur main ise bina ek second ke pachtaave ke qubool kar chuka tha. 

Agli subah mera phone bahut jaldi baja, screen par Ammi ka naam chamak raha tha. Main jaldi se utha, abhi aadha soya hua. “Beta, uth jao. Hum abhi hotel aur resort chhod rahe hain. Apna samaan pack karo. Maine airport ke liye taxi bulwa liya hai.” 

Uski awaaz bilkul flat thi, khush nahi thi. Usme thakaan thi jo sirf neend ki kami se zyada gehri thi. Main uth baitha, aankhein malte hue. “Chhod rahe hain? Lekin Ammi, mujhe laga tha hum yahan Gajendra ka intezaar karenge. Woh aaj resort par milne wala tha. Achanak kyon badal gaya?” 

Usne turant jawab nahi diya. Lambi khamoshi ke baad woh dheere boli, “Bas pack kar lo, beta. Baad mein bataungi. Pandra minute mein tayyar ho jao.” 

Main sochne laga ki woh itni udaas kyon lag rahi thi. Kal raat sab theek tha — dinner, sair, Vijay ke saath uska relax hona. Hum specially Gajendra ka intezaar karne yahan aaye the, hospital ki tension se door hone ke liye. Ab bina kisi wajah ke ghar lautna chahti thi. 

Baad mein jab main apna chhota bag pack kar chuka aur hallway mein nikla, Ammi apne hotel room se bahar aayi. Woh maroon dress mein bahut khoobsurat lag rahi thi jo uske curves par khubsurati se beh rahi thi, saath mein matching maroon scarf baalon aur kandhon par sahi se lapeta hua. 

Rang uspar bilkul suit kar raha tha, uski chamdi chamak rahi thi aur aankhein alag chamak rahi thi. Woh already badal chuki thi aur fresh ho chuki thi, phir se wohi modest, sahi Ammi lag rahi thi. 

Main uske room ki taraf bag uthane chala, lekin woh jaldi bahar nikal aayi aur darwaza peeche se band kar diya, apne jism se entrance block karte hue. 

“Nahi beta. Andar mat aao. Maine sab pack kar liya hai. Chalo.” Main bhowncha hua. “Lekin Ammi, main tumhara suitcase utha loon. Woh bhari hai.” 

Usne zor se sir hilaaya, haath abhi bhi door handle par. “Theek hai. Mainne sambhal liya.” 

Yeh baat sunte hi mujhe samajh aa gaya. Vijay wahan nanga so raha tha, uska jism raat bhar uski gaand maarke abhi bhi garam hoga. 

Ammi nahi chahti thi ki main koi nishaan dekh loon — bistar ke uljhe hue chadar, hawa mein abhi bhi chudai ki boo, woh mard jo uski peeche se maarta raha jab woh karah rahi thi. 

Woh nahi chahti thi ki main uske chudai ke chakkar aur biwi dhoka ke baare mein jaanun. Woh abhi bhi bahut koshish karti thi mere nazron mein apni achhi, deendar Ammi wali tasveer ko bachane ki, jo aisa kabhi nahi karti. 

Sab kuchh main chupke dekh chuka tha phir bhi woh sochti thi ki main abhi bhi usko paak aur wafadar samajhta hoon. Yeh dekh kar dukh hota tha ki woh kitni mehnat karti thi mujhse chhupane mein, jaise mujhe andhere mein rakhne se uske gunah kam asli ho jayenge. 

Mainne phir dheere se poocha jab hum elevator ki taraf chal rahe the. “Ammi, hum itni jaldi kyon ja rahe hain? Itni door aaye the. Gajendra yahan milne wala tha. Kya kuchh galat ho gaya?” 

Usne saans chhodi, scarf theek karte hue jab elevator ke darwaze khule. “Beta, main bas… mera man badal gaya. Hamein ghar lautna chahiye. Tumhare abbu ab zyada zaroori hain. Unhe humari zarurat hai. Maine Gajendra se baat kar li aur usse nahi aane ko kaha. Agar zarurat padi to ghar par mil lenge, lekin abhi main tumhare abbu par dhyaan dena chahti hoon.” 

Woh abhi bhi sochti thi ki main usko achhi deendar Ammi samajhta hoon — wafadar, ..,., kisi galat kaam se door. Jis tarah woh bol rahi thi, itni shaant aur imaan wali, usse saaf tha ki usko bilkul pata nahi main kitna jaan chuka tha. 

Woh khud ko bhi utna hi samjha rahi thi jitna mujhe. Elevator mein neeche jaate hue mujhe ek gehri baat samajh aayi. 

Woh ek se zyada mardon ke saath chakkar nahi chahti thi. Woh sirf Gajendra chahti thi — apna pehla chuna hua aashiq. Uske saath chakkar shuru karna hi abbu ke saath bada dhoka tha, aur ab us ek gunah ki sharam uspar bojh ban gayi thi. 

Vijay ko add karne se yeh bojh asahya ho gaya. Usne ek baar hadd paar ki thi, khud ko samjhaya tha ki yeh akelaai aur tension se hua galti thi, lekin do mard se yeh permanent lagne laga, jaise woh sach mein kho gayi ho. 

Woh aur gunah nahi chahti thi kyonki usne mazhab mein sabse bada gunah kar liya tha — zina, woh kaam jo is duniya aur aakhirat dono barbaad kar sakta hai. 

Yeh bojh uspar bhari pad raha tha. Woh rukna chahti thi isse pehle ki aur kharab ho, isse pehle ki woh us aurat ban jaye jise woh pehle khud saza deti thi. 

Airport jaate taxi mein woh chup thi, khidki se bahar dekhti hui. Woh Vijay ko poora bhoolna chahti thi, kal raat ko jaise hua hi nahi. Hum resort mein maze karne ki baat karte rahe. 






Uski scarf ko baar baar chhoone aur theek karne ki harkat se saaf dikhta tha ki woh kitni koshish kar rahi thi us yaad ko door bhagane ki aur phir se wafadar biwi ki bhumika mein lautne ki. 

Udaan saat lambi ghante ki thi. Hum ghar pahunche thake hue lekin purane mahol mein wapas aane se rahat mehsoos ho rahi thi. Abbu darwaze par humara intezaar kar rahe the, bimaar hone ke bawajood taaza lag rahe the. 

Unke chehre par zyada rang tha, aur unhone hum dono ko gale lagate hue garam muskurahat di. “Alhamdulillah, tum dono wapas aa gaye. Mujhe bahut yaad aayi thi.” 

Zaid: (bhari suitcase ko darwaze se andar ghaseette hue, saat ghante ke safar se thaka hua, living room mein abbu ko dekh kar) Abbu! Hum wapas aa gaye! 

Ammi: (mere peeche, thodi laal aur doshi chehre par, lekin zor se muskurahat laga kar) Hussein! Alhamdulillah, akhirkaar ghar aa gaye. 

Abbu: (sofe se jaldi uth kar, chehra chamak utha) Shahida! Zaid beta! Idhar aao dono. (baahen faila kar) 

Zaid: (abbu ko zor se gale lagate hue, dil mein halka gunah mehsoos kar) Abbu, aapko bahut yaad kiya. Safar bahut lamba laga. 

Ammi: (agle moment hug mein aate hue, abbu ki gardan mein baahen daal kar) Oh jaan… tumhe bahut yaad kiya. (hug ko normal se thoda zyada der tak pakde rakha) 

Abbu: (Ammi ke honthon par dheere chumban, phir maathe par) Mmm, ghar aane par swagat hai meri jaan. Tum dono thake hue ho lekin khush lag rahe ho. (peeche hat kar hum dono ko dekha) Tumhari khala kaise thi? Unhone tum dono ko achhe se sambhala? Main poore teen hafte pareshan raha. 

Ammi: (ek pal ke liye chaunk kar, aankhein phaili jab teen hafte purani jhoothi baat yaad aayi — unhone abbu se kaha tha ki hum apni khala ke yahan family kaam se gaye the jab asal mein Gajendra ke saath secret honeymoon par the) Uh… (jaldi se sambhal kar, garam muskurahat se) Khala bahut achhi thi, Hussein. Woh aapke baare mein poochhti rahi, aapki sehat kaise hai. Aakhri din unhone aapka pasandida sheer khurma bhi banaya tha. 

Dad: (halke se hanste hue, abhi bhi Ammi ka haath pakde) Yeh to bahut pyari baat hai. Mujhe khushi hui. Main soch raha tha tum dono kisi bhari-bharkam rishtedaaron ke drama mein phans gaye ho. Aao, baitho. Saat saat ghante ki sadak se thak gaye hoge. 

Ammi: (Dad ke paas sofa par baithte hue, abhi bhi uska haath pakde) Pehle mujhe batao tumhara kya haal hai. Ab kaisa mehsoos kar rahe ho? Seene mein dard to nahi? Hum gaye the tab sab dawaiyan waqt par li thi na? 

Dad: (uske haath par dheere se thapki dete hue) Main bilkul theek hoon, Shahida. Doctor ne kaha reports kaafi behtar hain. Bahut aaram kiya, tumne jo bland khana instructions diye the woh khaya, aur paanch waqt ki ,,., bhi bina chhute ada ki. Mujhe lekar fikar mat karo. (mere taraf mud kar) To Zaid beta, trip kaisa raha? Tum aur Ammi kahan gaye the? Phone par to kuchh bataaya hi nahi. 

Zaid: (unke saamne baith kar, bechaini se hilte hue, dimag mein jaldi jaldi bahana sochta) Uh… haan… achha tha, Abbu. Hum… Aunty ke ghar gaye the… pahadi ilaake mein… us chhote shehar ke paas jahan woh rehti hain. Bahut shaant tha. Taaza hawa bahut thi. Hum… unke ghar ka thoda kaam kar diye, aur main wahan pados ke bachchon ke saath cricket khela. Khana bhi bahut achha tha, khas kar woh biryani jo unhone banayi thi. 

Ammi: (jaldi se mere baat ko cover karte hue, Dad ke ghutne par haath rakh kar) Haan, bahut sukoon tha. Zaid ne bahut madad ki — Aunty ke kamre ka pankha kharab ho gaya tha to usne theek kar diya. Tumhe us par fakhr hota. Main har waqt tumhe yaad kar rahi thi, Hussein. Har raat Aunty se kehti thi ki mera shauhar ghar par akela kitna yaad aa raha hai. 

Dad: (naram muskurahat ke saath, Ammi ka haath dabate hue) Sach? Main bhi tum dono ko bahut yaad kar raha tha. Ghar bilkul khaali lag raha tha bina tumhare khane aur Zaid ke shor ke. Main ne woh purana drama bhi dekha jo tumhe pasand hai, Shahida, bas yeh mehsoos karne ke liye ki tum yahan ho. 

Ammi: (sir Dad ke kandhe par rakh kar, pyar ka natak karti hui jabki Gajendra ki yaadein dimag mein aa rahi thi) Aww, jaan… tum kitne pyare ho. Mujhe bahut bura lag raha tha tumhe akela chhod kar jab tum abhi theek nahi hue the. Main roz paanch waqt tumhare liye dua maangti thi ki Khuda tumhe mazboot bana de. (uske gaal par chumban) Dekho? Main wapas aa gayi hoon. Ab aise akela nahi chhodungi. 

Dad: (halke se hanste hue) Yeh to har baar kehti ho. Lekin trip ke baare mein aur batao. Kahi aur gaye the? Koi sightseeing? Zaid, tumne pahadi kaha tha — raat mein thand thi kya? 

Zaid: (sir khujlate hue, kahani ko seedha rakhne ki koshish karte) Haan… thodi thand thi. Zyadatar Aunty ke ghar hi rahe, lekin ek din chhote local market gaye the. Ammi ne kuchh choodiyan khareedi aur woh… um… green salwar jo ab pehne hain. Main zyadatar phone par games khelta tha jab garmi zyada na hoti. 

Ammi: (jaldi se sir hilaate hue, Dad ki baah par haath pherte) Bilkul. Kuchh khas nahi. Bas ghar wale waqt. Aunty kehti rahi ki Zaid kitna bada ho gaya hai. Unhone poocha bhi ki uski shadi kab kar rahe ho! (nervous hasi) Main ne kaha abhi to mera chhota beta hai. 

Dad: (hanste hue) Woh jaldi bada ho raha hai. Bas khushi hai tum dono ko achha break mila. Tum bahut… chamak rahi ho, Shahida. Pahadi hawa tum par suit kar gayi. Tumhari chamdi chamak rahi hai. 

Ammi: (thodi laal hote hue, resort ki suraj se mili tan aur Gajendra ke saath secret trip ki yaad aate hue) Arre bas karo. Sirf lambi drive aur dhoop ki wajah hai. Tumhare taarif to mujhe bahut yaad aayi. (paas jhuk kar phir se chumban) Sach mein tumhe bahut miss kiya, Hussein. Jitna tum soch nahi sakte. 

Dad: (khush lekin thoda hairan extra pyar se) Main yakeen karta hoon. Agli baar shayad hum teeno saath kahi family trip par jaayen. Mujhe aise peeche nahi chhodna, theek hai? 

Ammi: (muskurate hue, lekin aankhon mein chhoti si gunah ki jhalak) Haan jaan. Agli baar theek se plan karenge. Ab main tumhare liye taaza chai banaati hoon. Tum intezaar karte thak gaye hoge. 

Dad: (use dheere se peeche kheenchte) Chai baad mein. Bas thodi der aur mere paas baitho. Teen hafte ki har chhoti kahani sunni hai. Kuchh bhi chhupana mat. 

Zaid: (khade hote hue, tension se bhagna chahta) Main pehle bag unpack kar loon, theek hai? Chai banne par bula lena. 

Ammi: (mujhe jaate dekhti, phir Dad ki taraf pyar bhari muskurahat ke saath jo woh zabardasti laga rahi thi) Zaroor jaan. Kahaan se shuru karun? Aunty ne ek baar apni purani kahaniyan sunakar hum sabko hasa diya tha… 

(Baat shaam tak chalti rahi, Ammi dhyaan se aur jhooth bunti rahi jabki Dad khushi-khushi sun raha tha, bilkul be-khabar sachai se.) 

Afsos ki baat yeh thi ki Ammi asal mein uski dekhbhaal us tarah nahi kar rahi thi jaise ek biwi ko karni chahiye. Uske paas baith kar uski sewa karne ki bajaye, dua maangne ki bajaye, woh Gajendra se chud rahi thi jab Abbu hospital mein pada tha. 

Usne Abbu ki dekhbhaal us tarah nahi ki jis ke woh haqdaar the. Abbu ko nahi pata tha ki Ammi kitni bigad chuki hai — tawajjo se, maze se, doosre mardon ke haath se bigad chuki thi. 

Woh abhi bhi usko apni wafadar, sharmili biwi samajhte the, jo bimaari ke waqt uske saath khadi rahi thi. Unhe bilkul khayal nahi tha ki woh ab bahar sex ki bhookhi ho chuki hai, do alag-alag mardon ko apna jism de chuki hai jab woh khud takleef mein tha. 

Pati jo us par poora bharosa karta tha aur biwi jo itna gehra dhoka de chuki thi — is contrast se mera seena bhari ho raha tha, lekin main chup raha. 

Agli subah Abbu apne kapde ki dukaan par kaam karne chala gaya, kamzor hone ke bawajood. “Main dheere dheere karunga,” usne nashte mein humse kaha. “Lekin dukaan ko mera zaroorat hai.” 

Ammi aur Dad ne thodi der baat ki. 






Us subah, jab Dad chala gaya, Ammi ne Gajendra ko phone kiya. Main jaanta tha kyonki usne uska lund bahut miss kiya tha. Jis tarah usne humein jaldi ghar laaya tha, Vijay ko bhoolne ki koshish kar rahi thi, yeh dikha raha tha ki usko phir se khali pan bharne ke liye Gajendra ki zaroorat hai. 

Main agle kamre mein tha jab uski awaaz suni — dheemi aur zaroorat bhari. “Gajendra… tumhe bahut miss kiya. Kal raat… main tumhe sochti hi rahi. Main chahti hoon tum phir se mujhe chodo. Please. Jaldi aao.” 

Ammi: (rasoi mein khadi, haathon ko towel se ponchhti, dil tez dhadak raha tha jab woh Gajendra ka number dial karti hai aur phone kaan se lagati, awaaz dheemi aur zaroorat bhari) Hello? Gajendra? Baby, main hoon… Salaam… ya seedha kahun main tumhare bina mar rahi hoon? 

Gajendra: (doosri taraf halke se hanste hue) Mmm, Shahida. Meri chhoti horny _ chhinal. Ghar se phir phone kiya? Is baar itni bechain kyon ho? 

Ammi: (honthon ko kaat ti hui, dheere dheere rasoi se bedroom ki taraf chalti) Tumhe bahut miss kiya, jaan. Resort ke baad teen poore din ho gaye aur meri chut tumhare mote ***** lund ke liye taras rahi hai. Baar baar sochti hoon last time tumne mujhe har ched mein choda tha… main chahti hoon tum aao aur mujhe phir se barbaad kar do. Sirf tumhari awaaz sun kar main geeli ho rahi hoon. 

Gajendra: Achhi ladki. Tumhara woh chhota beta kaisa hai? Zaid theek hai? 

Ammi: (bedroom ka darwaza band karte hue, dheere se lock karti) Zaid theek hai, woh apne dost ke ghar gaya hai. Shaam tak nahi aayega. Lekin uske baare mein nahi baat karni. Main baat karna chahti hoon ki tum mujhe is bistar par jhuka kar kitni zor se chodoge. 






Gajendra: Haha, ab to bilkul besharm ho gayi hai. Aur tera shauhar? Bechare Hussein ki sehat kaisi hai aajkal? 

Ammi: (kadwi hansti hui, bistar par side mein let jaati) Hussein bilkul theek hai. Subah kaam par chala gaya jaise kuchh hua hi nahi. Woh kamzor, bore aadmi ko koi idea nahi ki uski biwi usse baat karte hue khud ko chhoo rahi hai. Uski sehat achhi hai… lekin uska lund abhi bhi bekaar hai. 

Gajendra: Yeh meri chhinal. Main abhi aa raha hoon. Main tujhe tere apne master bedroom mein chodunga, usi bistar par jahan woh bechara shauhar har raat teri chut aur gaand mein sota hai. 

Ammi: (aankhein phail jaati, thoda uth kar baithti) Ruk— yahan? Gajendra, nahi… maine socha tha hum pehle jaise kisi sasta motel mein milen. Ghar mein bahut khatra hai. Agar kuchh galat ho gaya to? 

Gajendra: Khatra hi to main yahan chahta hoon, baby. Main usi bistar par tujhe chodna chahta hoon jahan tu deendar biwi banne ka natak karti hai. Main teri shaadi shuda _ chut bharna chahta hoon jab tere shauhar ki photo side table par ho. Main already gaadi mein hoon. Tayyar reh. 

Ammi: (dheemi karah) Mmm… tu bahut bura hai. Theek hai… lekin bahut jaldi aa jaana, please. Agle tees minute mein. Mujhe tujhe andar lena hai pehle koi ghar aa jaaye. Main peeche wala darwaza khula chhod dungi. Bas… aaj mujhe zor zor se chodna. Main chahti hoon jab Hussein wapas aaye aur mere unhi honthon ko choome jo tere lund ko choos chuke hain to main dard mehsoos karun. 

Gajendra: Yeh sunna pasand hai mujhe. Phir se bata kitna behtar hai mera lund tere shauhar se. Zor se bol. 

Ammi: (awaaz gandi ho jaati) Tera lund Hussein ke chhote bekaar cheez se kitna bada, mota, sakht hai. Usne kabhi mujhe utna jhadwaya nahi jitna tu karta hai. Woh aadmi paanch minute bhi nahi tikta, lekin tu ghanton tak mujhe apni personal randi ki tarah chodta hai. Mujhe uski kamzori aur borepan se nafrat hai… hamesha ,,., aur dawaiyon ki baat karta rehta hai jab main tere cum ko mere andar se tapakte sochti hoon. 

Gajendra: (andhere se hanste) Jaari rakh, Shahida. Apne bewakoof bimaar shauhar ko gaali de. 

Ammi: Woh bahut loser hai, Gajendra. Sochta hai woh acche _ shauhar hai lekin apni biwi ko santusht bhi nahi kar sakta. Main natak karti hoon ki usse pyar karti hoon, lekin jaise hi woh kaam par chala jaata hai main phone par tujhe minnat karti hoon ki aa kar meri chedon ko faila de. Aaj main chahti hoon tu itna gehra cum mere andar bhar de ki jab woh raat ko ghar aaye to main abhi bhi tapak rahi hoon. Usse aise muh ko chumne de jismein abhi bhi tere lund ka maza ho. 

Gajendra: Fuck, tu kitni gandi chhoti munafiq hai. Mujhe yeh bahut pasand hai. Main das minute door hoon. Sab kapde utaar kar us bistar par mera intezaar kar. Main uske ghar mein uski biwi ko barbaad karne wala hoon. 

Ammi: Haan baby… main abhi kapde utaar rahi hoon. Jaldi aa… main tere bina bahut khali mehsoos kar rahi hoon. Aa ja, jo tera hai uspar haq jata. Yeh shaadi shuda chut ab teri hai aur meri peeche wali ched bhi, us bechare bimaar aadmi ki nahi. 

Woh abhi bhi baat karte hue bedroom mein chali gayi, bistar ke kinaare thoda jhuk kar jaise uske peeche hone ka soch rahi ho. “Haan… pehle jaise. Mujhe chahiye. Mujhe tujhe andar chahiye.” Call kuchh aur dheemi baaton ke baad khatam ho gayi, aur woh wahan ek pal ruk kar tez saansein le rahi thi. 






Baad mein main Ammi ko chudte dekhne ke liye tayyar tha. Intezaar se mera dil tez dhadak raha tha. 

Main phir se dekhna chahta tha— uska jism surrender karte hue, uski karahen ghar mein goonjte hue, woh poori tarah khud ko de deti hai. Yeh mera chhupa nasha ban gaya tha, aur main Gajendra ke aate hi chupke se dekhne ke liye tayyar tha. 

Uske aane se pehle Ammi living room mein aayi jahan main baitha tha. “Beta, aaj tu apne dost Jabir se milne jayega? Bahut din se nahi mila. Tera usse mil lena achha rahega.” 

Mujhe bilkul pata tha woh kyon poochh rahi thi. Woh chahti thi main ghar se bahar chala jaaun taaki woh aaram se chud sake. Usse chahiye thi khali ghar, zor zor se karahne ki azadi bina bete ke sunne ke dar ke. 

Maang to achhe se ki thi, lekin asli wajah saaf thi— woh ghar ko khali chahti thi Gajendra ke liye. 

Main dheere se sir hilaaya. “Haan Ammi. Main Jabir se mil sakta hoon.” 

Tabhi doorbell baji. Gajendra main jaane se pehle hi aa gaya. Woh andar aaya apni purani confident muskurahat ke saath, hum dono ko garam josh se salaam kiya. 

“Hello Shahida. Hello beta. Dono ko wapas safely dekh kar achha laga.” 

Ammi muskurayi, lekin uski aankhein pehle se bhookhi thi. “Hello Gajendra. Aane ke liye shukriya.” 

Main ne politely salaam kiya. “Hello uncle. Aapko dekh kar achha laga.” 

Humne abbu ki sehat aur trip ke baare mein kuchh aur baatein ki, lekin hawa mein chhupi tension mehsoos ho rahi thi. Jaldi hi maine ijazat li. “Main ab Jabir se milne nikal raha hoon. Baad mein milte hain.” 

Mera dil zor zor se dhadak raha tha jab main ghar se nikla, ye jaanne ke liye ki main jaate hi woh kya karenge. Main sadak par exactly das minute chala, phir chupke se wapas mud gaya. 

Main ghar ke side se chupke aaya aur abbu ke bedroom ki khidki par khada ho gaya jahan parda thoda khula tha. Woh dono abbu ke bedroom mein the, paas khade. 

Gajendra ne Ammi ko apni baahon mein kheench liya tha aur woh gehre chumban kar rahe the— dheere, josh bhare chumban jo dikha rahe the ki usne usko kitna miss kiya tha. 

Uski haath uski peeth par ghoom rahe the, use aur paas kheench rahe the, jab woh uske seene se lipat gayi, ungliyan uski shirt pakde hue. Chumban chalta raha, unke jism ek doosre se chipke hue, usi kamre mein jahan abbu har raat sota tha, dhoka uske bistar par ho raha tha. 









 

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Main apne maa-baap ke sone ke kamre ki khidki ke bahar moti jhaadiyon ke peeche chhupa hua baitha tha. Dopahar ki dhoop meri peeth par garam thi, lekin maine uspar dhyan nahi diya. 


Meri aankhein andar ho rahi ghatna par lagi hui thi. Gajendra ne meri maa ko apne se tight pakad rakha tha. 

Unka chumban gehra aur ganda tha, jeebhein ek dusre ke muh mein slide karti hui dikhai de rahi thi. Geeli awaazein kamre mein bhar rahi thi. Jab woh thoda peeche khincha, uski awaaz zaroorat se bhari hui thi. 

“Shahida… mujhe yeh chut itni zyada yaad aati thi. Har raat main sochta hoon ki yeh meri lund ke charo taraf kitni geeli aur tight ho jaati hai. Mujhe yaad hai jab tu jhadti hai toh yeh mujhe kitna pakadti hai.” 

Meri maa ne sharmai nahi ya nazar nahi modi. Usne usse poori besharmi se jawab diya, uski awaaz neeche aur vasna se bhari hui. 

“Yeh bhi tujhe yaad karti thi, baby. Meri chut kai dino se dhadak rahi thi. Main sochti rehti hoon ki tu ise kaise kholta hai. Hussein koshish karta hai… lekin ab woh bahut kamzor ho gaya hai. Woh do minute ke liye andar dhakel ta hai, kabhi kam, phir khatam ho jaata hai. Woh mujhe tadapta aur khaali chhod deta hai. Tu mujhe us tarike se barbaad karta hai jaisa mujhe chahiye. Tu meri chut ko zinda mehsoos karwata hai.” 

Phir usne cigarette jalaya, usne meri maa ko di, phir maa ne cigarette uske muh par rakhi aur usne pi. Dhuen ke bikharne se pehle hi, usne usse josh se chumna shuru kar diya. Main jaanta hoon ki usne dhuen maa ke muh mein uda diya. 









Yeh shabd mujhe zor se lage. Apni maa ko apne pita ke sexual taur par satisfy na kar paane ke baare mein itni khuli baat karte sun kar mere pure sharir mein shock daud gaya. 

Saath hi, meri patloon mein mera lund dard se phool gaya. Woh jaari rakhi, uski awaaz aur gandi hoti gayi. 

“Kabhi kabhi jab main ,,., padhti hoon, main aankhein band karti hoon aur mehsoos karti hoon ki teri moti lund andar hai. Mujhe pata hai yeh galat hai. Mujhe sikhaya gaya tha ki ek achhi patni bano, Khuda se daro, vyabhichar se door raho. Lekin main ruk nahi paati. Tune mujhe itni gandi randi bana diya hai, Gajendra. Main teri virya ke mere andar se behne ke baare mein sochti hoon jabki mujhe ,,., par dhyan dena chahiye.” 

Yeh woh pal tha jab sab kuchh mere liye clear ho gaya. Maine finally samajh liya ki meri maa kitni poori tarah badal chuki thi. Gajendra se milne se pehle, woh sharmili aur sahi thi. 

Woh hamesha apne kapde sahi se pehenti thi, apna veil neat rakhti thi, paanch waqt ,,., padhti thi bina fail hue, aur apne beemar pita ki dheere se dekhbhaal karti thi. 

Agar koi thodi si bhi intimate baat karta toh woh nazar neeche kar leti thi. 

Woh ek farmaabardar, sharmili patni ki tasveer thi. Ab, us sone ke kamre ke beech mein khadi hui thi jo usne apne pita ke saath share kiya tha, woh khuli taur par maan rahi thi ki woh dusre aadmi ke lund ke baare mein ,,., padhte waqt fantasize karti thi. 

Woh ek lund-bhookhi, besharm randi ban chuki thi jo sukh ke liye sab kuchh jokhim mein daalti thi. Yeh contrast mere sir ko ghuma raha tha aur mera lund aur zor se dhadak raha tha. 

Gajendra ne usse phir chuma, is baar zyada rough. Main dekh sakta tha cigarette ke dhuen unke muhon ke beech se nikalte hue jab woh chum rahe the. 

Uske bade haathon mein se ek neeche slide hua aur uski bhari gaand ka ek hissa pakad liya. Usne zor se dabaya, phir haath uthaya aur zor se thappad maara. 

Thwack! 

Awaaz kamre mein goonj gayi. 

Uski naram, halki gaand par ek chamakdaar laal haath ka nishaan turant dikha. 

Mahino pehle ki tarah door hatne ke bajaye, meri maa gehri moan ki aur apni gaand uske haath mein peeche dhakel di, chupke se aur maang rahi thi. 

Gajendra se pehle, woh kisi bhi tarah ki roughness ke baare mein sharmili thi. 

Ab woh ise chahti thi. Thappad ne kuchh usme jagaa diya. Woh aur paas dab gayi, apna sharir uske saath ragadti hui jabki woh stinging flesh ko masalta raha. 

Woh achanak uske saamne floor par ghutnon ke bal gir gayi. Uski harkatein dheere aur jaan boojh kar thi, lagbhag shraddha se. 

Usne dono haathon se upar badha aur uski belt kholi. 

Chamda ne dheemi awaaz ki jab usne use azaad kiya. 

Phir usne uski patloon ka button khola aur dheere zipper neeche khincha. 

Zipper ki metallic awaaz kamre ki khamoshi mein zor se lagi. Usne uske underwear mein haath daala aur dheere se uska mota, bhari lund bahar nikala. 

Woh pehle se hi poora khada tha, shaft mota aur veins wala, head suja hua aur virya se chamakta hua. Usne dono haathon se uske charo taraf lapet liya. 

Dono haathon ke bawajood, abhi bhi lambai baaki thi. 

Usne dheere dheere usko stroke karna shuru kiya, base se tip tak, upward stroke par apni wrists ko dheere se ghumaati hui. Aur virya behne laga aur usne use apne haathon ko uski chamdi par smoothly glide karne ke liye use kiya. 

“Ise dekho yeh lund,” usne dheere se kaha, lagbhag khud se baat karti hui. 

“Itna mota… itna bhari. Hussein ka is tarah ka nahi hai. Uska chhota aur naram hai. Yeh itna sakht khada nahi hota. Yeh mere muh ya meri chut ko us tarah nahi kholta jaise tera karta hai. Mujhe vishwas nahi hota ki itna bada cheez mere saare holes mein gaya hai. Mera muh… meri chut… even meri gaand. Yeh kaise fit hua? Tune mujhe chhote cheezon ke liye poori tarah barbaad kar diya hai.” 

Woh poori baat karti hui usko stroke karti rahi, uski aankhein uske lund par mesmerized ki tarah lagi hui thi. Virya ki ek dori uske thumb se head tak har baar connect hoti thi jab woh top par pahunchti thi. 

“Mujhe pata hai mujhe kya sikhaya gaya tha,” woh dheere se jaari rakhi. “Vyabhichar ek bada paap hai. Mere parents ne mujhe sharmili hone ke liye, apni izzat bachane ke liye, wafadar rahne ke liye sikhaya. Main pehle dusre aadmi ke baare mein soch kar bhi itna guilty mehsoos karti thi. Lekin ab… main rukna nahi chahti. Main teri gandi chhoti randi ban chuki hoon aur mujhe yeh pasand hai. Main is feeling ko guilt se zyada choose karti hoon. Main tera lund choose karti hoon.” 

Gajendra ne groan kiya aur apna ek haath uske sir ke peeche rakha. 

Usne apna muh khola aur suje hue head ko apne lips ke beech le liya. Uske baad, woh poori sentences mein nahi boli. Woh sirf naram, geeli, moaning awaazein karti rahi apne lund ke charo taraf kaam karte hue. 






Woh sirf head ko chusne se shuru ki, uske gaal andar khinchte hue dheemi suction lagate hue. Uski jeebh sensitive ridge ke charo taraf dheere se ghumti rahi, uska swaad leti hui. Phir usne apna sir hilana shuru kiya, har baar thoda aur lambaai andar leti hui. 

Moti thook uske shaft par lag gayi aur uske haathon par tapakne lagi. Woh ek pal ke liye alag hui taaki apni jeebh ko base se tip tak lambi, dheeri lick mein chala sake, chamakdaar nishaan chhodti hui. 

Usne uske ek bhari balls ko apne garam muh mein chus liya, uske charo taraf moan karti hui jabki uska haath shaft ko stroke karta raha. Usne doosre ball par switch kiya, use bhi wahi geela dhyaan diya. 

Jab usne apna lund wapas muh mein liya, usne gehra jaane ki koshish ki. Jab head uske gale ke peeche laga toh usne dheemi se gagged, lekin woh hat i nahi. Usne relax kiya aur thoda aur liya, uski aankhein thodi paani se bhari hui. 

Usne ek haath se us hisse ko stroke kiya jo woh fit nahi kar paayi jabki uska muh aur jeebh baaki par kaam karte rahe. 

Geeli, ashleel chusne ki awaazein kamre mein bhar gayi. Har baar jab woh peeche khinchti, spit ki dori uske lips se uske lund tak connect hoti thi. 

Woh lagatar moan karti rahi — neeche, zaroorat wali awaazein jo uske shaft par vibrate karti thi. 

Mera phone meri jeb mein vibrate kiya. Maine uspar sahi se nazar bhi nahi daali. Shayad Jabir phir se tha. Maine poori tarah ignore kar diya. Main bahut door chala gaya tha. Apni maa ko apne pita ke sone ke kamre mein dusre aadmi ke lund par ghutnon ke bal, thookti hui aur moan karti hui dekhna mera junoon ban gaya tha. 






Main poori tarah depraved ban chuka tha. Apni sharmili, '. maa ko is lund-pooja karne wali randi mein badalte hue dekhne ka taboo thrill kisi bhi normal sahi galat ke sense se zyada strong tha. 

Mujhe har detail dekhna tha. Mujhe har awaaz sunni thi. Kuchh aur matter nahi karta tha. 

Gajendra ki saans bhari hoti gayi. Usne dheere se usko apne lund se alag kiya. 

“Apna muh kholo aur apni jeebh bahar nikaalo,” usne hukum diya. 

Usne turant maana, apna chehra upar uthate hue. 

Moti virya ki dori uske lund se uske gaalon, lips par shoot hui, aur ek spurt uske dark pink veil ke kinare par gir gaya. 

Kuchh uske seene par tapka. Woh poori tarah satisfied dikhi, jo kuchh pahunch sake use jeebh se chat te hue. 

Usne jaldi baaki kapde utaar diye jab tak woh poora nanga khada nahi ho gaya. Phir usne usko uthaya aur bistar tak chhote faasle par le gaya. Usne neeche haath badha aur apni light pink silk shirt sar ke upar se nikaal kar alag fenk di. 

Woh sirf apna dark pink veil pehne hue thi. 

'. sir dhakne wala kapda abhi bhi sahi jagah par hone ka nazara jabki baaki sharir exposed aur use kiya ja raha tha, scene ko aur intense bana deta tha. 

Woh bistar par peeth ke bal let gayi, taangein naturally khul gayi. Gajendra uski thighs ke beech gaya aur bina hichkichahat ke apna muh uski chut par le gaya. 

Usne jaldi nahi ki. Usne dheere, chaudi licks se shuru kiya uske bahari lips ke saath, uski geeli chat te hue. Phir usne ungliyon se dheere se usko khola aur apni jeebh ko flat aur firm uske suje hue clit par ghaseeta. 

Usne sensitive bud ko apne muh mein chusa aur tezi se jeebh ke tip se flick kiya. 

Usne apni jeebh andar dhakeli, dheere gehri strokes se usko chodte hue phir wapas clit par circle aur chusne aaya. 

Uski do ungliyaan aasani se uski soaked chut mein slide ho gayi aur upar curl hui, andar us special spot ko stroke karti hui jabki uska muh clit par locked raha. 

Meri maa ki reaction turant aur powerful thi. Uski peeth bistar se sharply arch hui. Uski taangein kaanpne lagi. Ek lambi, tooti hui moan uske gale se nikal gayi. 

“Ahhh… Gajendra… teri jeebh itni achhi mehsoos hoti hai… oh Khuda…” 

Woh uske neeche tadapti rahi, uski hips uske chehre ke khilaaf roll aur buck karti hui. 

Ek haath bedsheets ko tight pakadta raha jabki doosra uske baal mein uljha, usko aur paas pakadta hua. Woh still nahi reh paayi. Uski moans zor aur zyada desperate hoti gayi jab woh jaari rakha. 

“Teri jeebh mujhe kabhi bhi mehsoos hui sabse achhi hai,” usne moans ke beech saans leti hui kaha. “Hussein ne kabhi yeh mere liye nahi kiya. Woh hamesha bahut thaka hua ya jaldi hota tha. Tu time leta hai… tu meri chut ki pooja karta hai. Tu mujhe aisa mehsoos karwata hai jaise main tootne wali hoon. Mat rok… please mat rok…” 

Gajendra jaari rakha, pressure aur rhythm badalta hua. Kabhi usne clit par zyada zor se chusa, kabhi lambi dheeri licks ki. 

Uski thighs uske sir ke charo taraf kaanpne lagi. Saaf geeli uske chin aur ungliyon par lag gayi. Woh sukh mein poori tarah kho chuki thi. 

Mera phone is baar ring karne laga. Papa ka naam screen par chamka. 

Maine do second uspar dekha, phir call ignore kar di. Abhi bhi dopahar ka ujaala tha. 

Mujhe farq nahi padta tha ki kaun mujhe reach karne ki koshish kar raha tha. Mujhe sirf yeh dekhna tha ki meri maa apne pita ke bistar par apni chut thoroughly khayi ja rahi thi. 

Lagbhag das minute baad, Gajendra ne finally apna sir uthaya. Uska muh aur chin uski geeli se chamak raha tha. Woh upar aaya aur uski spread legs ke beech ghutnon ke bal baitha. Usne apna mota lund haath mein liya aur uski soaked chut par dheere dheere upar neeche ragadna shuru kiya. 

Usne be-rehmi se tease kiya — head ko uske lips ke beech slide karta hua, clit ke charo taraf circle karta hua, sirf bahut tip andar dhakel ta hua phir wapas bahar nikaalta hua. 

“Ise maang,” usne kaha, uski awaaz neeche aur commanding. “Mujhe bata kitni buri tarah tu chahti hai ki yeh lund tere andar ho.” 

Meri maa ne uski taraf desperate, glassy aankhon se dekha. Usne hichkichahat nahi ki. 

“Please… ise andar daal do. Mujhe tera lund itni buri tarah chahiye. Main poora din iske baare mein sochti rahi hoon. Please mujhe chod, Gajendra. Apni badi moti lund se meri chut ko khol. Main aur intezaar nahi kar sakti. Mujhe abhi chahiye.” 

Mujhe vishwas nahi ho raha tha main kya sun raha tha. Meri maa, jo pehle itni sharmili aur sahi thi, ab khuli taur par dusre aadmi se apne pita ke bistar par chodne ki maang kar rahi thi. 

Gajendra ne finally aage badha. Uski lund ka mota head uski chut ko kholta hua inch by inch andar gaya. 

Usne zor se saans li, uska muh khula jaise woh apne aap ko bhara hua mehsoos karti thi. Jab woh poora andar gaya, usne hilna shuru kiya. 

Usne shuru se hi zor se usko choda. 

Uski hips powerful, gehri thrusts ke saath aage badhti thi. Uski lund uski soaked chut mein har stroke ke saath geeli, squelching awaaz kamre bhar deti thi. Chamdi chamdi se zor se takraati thi. 

Usne uski taangein chaudi kholi rakhi aur be-rehmi se andar dhakel ta raha. 

Thrusts ki taakat ne uske poore sharir ko jolt aur bounce kar diya bistar par. Uske breasts har impact ke saath hilte the. Woh zor se moan karti thi, ab chup rehne ki koshish bhi nahi karti thi. 

“Haan! Bilkul aise! Mujhe aur zor se chodo!” usne chillakar kaha. 

Usne usko bilkul wahi diya jo woh chahti thi. Uska pace relentless tha — tez, gehra, aur rough. Uske peeth aur kandhon par paseena banana shuru ho gaya. Purana lakdi ka bistar unke neeche zor se hilne laga. 

Headboard deewar se zor se, rhythmic bangs ke saath takraata tha jo kamre mein goonjte the. 

Mattress har powerful thrust ke saath bounce aur creak karta tha. Main asal mein dekh sakta tha bistar ka frame thoda shift ho raha tha taakat se. 

Har baar jab woh usme dhakel ta, ripples meri maa ke naram sharir mein travel karte the. Unke chudai ki geeli awaazein zor aur gandi hoti gayi. 






Main bahar dopahar ke ujaale mein khada tha, apni patloon ka zipper khola hua, apna lund stroke karta hua jabki main dekh raha tha. 

Main apne aap ko duniya ka sabse bura beta mehsoos kar raha tha. 

Meri maa apne pita ke bistar par behosh ki tarah chodi ja rahi thi aur main uske kuchh meter door dopahar ke beech mein uspar muth maar raha tha. Sharm mere andar jali, lekin isne mujhe aur tez stroke karne par majboor kiya. Main nazar nahi hata sakta tha. Main nazar nahi hataana chahta tha. 

Jab Gajendra usko zor se chod raha tha, meri maa achanak bistar ke paas nightstand ki taraf haath badha di. Uska haath framed family photo par pahuncha — jisme mera pita, woh, aur main ek khush din par smile karte dikhaaye gaye the. 

Usne photo utha liya jabki abhi bhi chodi ja rahi thi. Ek chhote second ke liye usne photo dekha, uska chehra sukh se laal aur aankhein unfocused. 

Phir, ek achanak, lagbhag gusse wali harkat se, usne use kamre ke paar fenk diya. Frame zor se floor par laga aur glass zor se tukdon mein toot gaya. 

“Mujhe ab yeh nahi chahiye,” usne thrusts ke beech saans leti hui kaha, uski awaaz tooti hui. “Hussein mujhe us tarah nahi chod sakta jaise tu karta hai. Main ab pretend nahi karna chahti.” 

Toot te hue glass ki awaaz sex ki geeli awaazon aur headboard ke lagatar banging ke saath mix ho gayi. 

Tabhi, front door se zor se knocking aayi. 

“Shahida? Zaid? Kya tum ghar par ho? Darwaza kholo!” 

Yeh mere pita ki awaaz thi. Woh thaka hua lekin insistent laga raha tha. 






Main abhi bhi backyard mein chhupa hua tha. Papa ko shayad koi important cheez bhool gayi thi — shayad uski dawaai ya uska wallet — aur jaldi wapas aa gaya tha. 

Pakde jaane ka achanak, asli khatra ne mera sukh bina kisi warning ke hit kar diya. Main zor se jhada, apni baazu ko kaat te hue chup rehne ke liye jabki moti virya ki dori mere saamne zameen par giri. 

Andar sone ke kamre mein, shock aur panic ne Gajendra ko usi waqt edge par pahuncha diya. 

Usne gehri groan ki aur apne aap ko jitna door ja sakta tha andar daal diya, apni virya meri maa ki chut mein powerful spurts mein pump karta hua. Usne saans li, uski aankhein chaudi ho gayi. 

“Woh yahaan hai… oh Khuda, Hussein yahaan hai!” 

Gajendra surprisingly shaant raha jabki woh usme finish kar raha tha. Usne jaldi bahar nikala, uski virya uski achhe se use ki hui chut se behna shuru ho chuki thi. 

“Ghabrao mat,” usne firmly lekin dheere se kaha. “Abhi ek towel pehen lo. Main living room mein baith jaunga jaise main sirf milne aaya tha. Bilkul normal act karo. Main sirf ek purana dost hoon jo usse dekhne aaya tha. Tumhara pati shak nahi karega.” 

Meri maa bistar se shaky taangon par utar gayi. Usne ek badi pink towel pakdi aur jaldi apne sharir par lapet li. 

Woh abhi bhi apna dark pink veil pehne hue thi, lekin ab thoda tedha tha. Paseena uske gale, seene aur maathe par chamak raha tha. Woh thoroughly fucked dikhti thi — laal, gandi, aur satisfied. 

Usne bistar ko neet karna shuru kiya kyunki poora bistar ganda aur disheveled tha. Meri maa ghabra rahi thi. 






Gajendra ne jaldi apni patloon aur shirt pehen li. Woh living room mein chala gaya aur sofa par baith gaya, casual dikhne ki koshish karta hua jabki woh abhi bhi thoda bhari saans le raha tha. Woh tissue se apna paseena poch raha tha. 

Meri maa front door par gayi, abhi bhi sirf towel aur veil pehne hue. Usne gehri saans li, apne chehre ko shaant karne ki koshish ki, aur darwaza khola. 

“Hussein? Tum itni jaldi kyun wapas aaye?” usne pucha, ek garam lekin thodi shaky smile zabardasti karti hui. “Kya sab theek hai? Main bas shower ke beech mein thi.” 

Papa dheere dheere andar aaye, unki aankhein unke towel mein aur sofa par baith e Gajendra ke beech move karti hui. Dono abhi bhi visibly paseene se bhare hue the. Ghar ki hawa mein sex aur cigarette ki halki lekin clear smell thi. 

“Shahida?” Papa ne kaha, clearly surprised jab unhone usse towel mein dekha. “Tum towel mein kya kar rahi ho? Aur Gajendra bhai, tum yahaan kya kar rahe ho?” 

Gajendra ne sofa se politely smile kiya, relaxed dikhne ki poori koshish karta hua. 

“Main area mein tha aur socha ki tumse milne aa jaaun, Hussein. Aaj tum kaise mehsoos kar rahe ho?” 

Papa ne meri maa ko phir dekha — towel mein khadi hui apne veil ke saath, uski chamdi laal aur thodi geeli — phir living room ke aas paas dekha. 

Woh confused laga, lekin uski bimari ne usko sab kuchh sawal karne mein dheere kiya. 

“Maine ghar par apni dawaai bhool di,” usne dheere se kaha. “Shahida, tum towel mein kyun ho? Aur ghar bahut garam mehsoos ho raha hai… lagbhag suffocating.” 

Maa ne apni awaaz halki aur caring rakhi, lekin main dekh sakta tha uske kandhon mein tension jahaan se main abhi bhi bahar chhupa hua tha. 

“Main shower ke beech mein thi jab tumne knock kiya, jaan. Gajendra abhi kuchh minute pehle pahuncha tha tumse milne. Aao, baitho aur aaraam karo. Main tumhare liye taaza chai banati hoon.” 






Papa ghar mein aur andar chale gaye, abhi bhi puzzled dikhte hue. Woh dheere se ek chair par baith gaye, unki aankhein dono ke beech move karti hui. 

Gajendra ne sofa par peeche jhuk kar, poori tarah normal dikhne ki koshish ki. 

“Tumhe aur aaraam karna chahiye, Hussein. Apne aap ko zyada zor mat do.” 

Papa ne thak kar sir hila diya lekin meri maa ko towel mein dekhte rahe. 

Main bahar thodi der aur chhupa raha, mera dil abhi bhi sab kuchh hone se tez dhadak raha tha. 

Jab lag raha tha ki cheezein abhi ke liye shaant ho gayi hain, maine finally kaanp te haathon se apna phone nikaala. 

Saare pehle ke vibrations aur ringing papa ki taraf se the. 

Unke multiple missed calls the. Woh humein reach karne ki koshish kar raha tha jabki main meri maa ko unke sone ke kamre mein chudte hue aur creampie hote hue dekhne mein busy tha. 

Maine dheere se apni saans ke neeche gaali di. 

Kyunki maine sab kuchh ignore kiya tha meri randi maa ko dekhne ke liye, maine apne pita ke calls poori tarah miss kar diye the. 

Ab, close call aur andar jo kuchh hua uske baad, ek thandi dar mere pet mein bas gayi. 

Mujhe ek buri feeling thi ki meri maa aaj asal mein divorce ho sakti hai. 

Agla hissa jaanne ke liye jude raho. 

 

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Abbu ghar ke andar aaye, dukaan se wapas aane ke chhote safar se thake hue lag rahe the. Jaise hi darwaza khula, meri maa ki aankhein jaldi se Gajendra ki taraf chali gayi. 

Yeh ek tez, aurgat aankh ka ishara tha — aankhein thodi si khul gayi aur phir ek chhoti si, lagbhag anokhi si sir hilane ki harkat. Woh usse bina shabdon ke keh rahi thi: Dikhawa karo. Normal raho. Hum sirf dost hain jo baat kar rahe the. 

Gajendra ne turant samajh liya. Usne sabse chhota sa sar hilaya, uska chehra ek shaant, dostana expression mein badal gaya jaise kuchh hua hi nahi. 

Gajendra divan par baitha raha. Usne Abbu ko greet karne ke liye bhi khada nahi hua. Lekin Gajendra jaanta tha ki Abbu uska bahut gehra samman karte hain — lagbhag zyada hi. 

Us samman ki wajah se, aur us bhari karz ki wajah se jo Abbu mehsoos karte the, Gajendra ko baitha rehna ka haq tha. 

Yeh ek chhoti lekin powerful detail thi: baith kar na khade hone se, Gajendra chupke se sabko (mere chhupe hue aapne ko bhi) yaad dila raha tha ki is ghar mein abhi asal mein kaun upar haath rakhe hue hai. 

Abbu ko yeh halka sa apman ya uski parwah hi nahi lagi. 

“Hussein bhai!” Gajendra ne divan se garam josh mein kaha, uski awaaz stable aur relax thi. “Aap jaldi wapas aa gaye. Dukan mein sab theek tha?” 

Abbu muskuraye, saaf taur par khush the Gajendra ko dekh kar. “Arre Gajendra bhai, aap yahan! Kya khushgawar surprise. Nahi nahi, dukan mein koi problem nahi. Main bas kuchh zaroori cheez bhool gaya tha.” 

Maa jaldi aage badhi, abhi bhi apni tauliya aur dark pink veil mein, ek chamakdaar, normal muskurahat zabardasti laga kar. “Hussein, aapko call kar dena chahiye tha. Main jo bhi zarurat thi woh le aati. Aaiye, ek minute baithiye. Aap thake hue lag rahe hain.” 






Gajendra (divan par peeth tikaye, ek baazu aaram se peeth ke sahare par, abhi bhi thoda tez saans lete hue): Hussein bhai. Main ilaake mein tha aur socha aapko dekh loon. Aaj aap kaise mehsoos kar rahe hain? 

Gajendra ne polite muskurahat di. Unke maathe aur gale par halki si paseene ki chamak thi. Unki shirt thodi si tedhi tarah se button lagi hui thi. 

Abbu (dheere dheere sar hilate hue, phir bina kisi hichkichahat ke Gajendra ke saamne ghutnon ke bal baith gaye, sir thoda jhuka hua): Main… main theek hoon, bhai. Alhamdulillah. Lekin aapko itna door aane ki zarurat nahi thi. 

Woh kuchh pal ghutnon par rahe, gehra samman dikhate hue. Gajendra chupchaap unhe dekhte rahe. 

Gajendra: Arre, utho, utho. Itni zarurat nahi hai. 

Abbu (abhi bhi ghutnon par ek second aur, phir dheere se uthne ki koshish karte hue): Nahi bhai… aapne humare liye itna kuchh kiya hai. Main kaise samman na dikhaun? 

Abbu aakhir mein khade hue, thoda ansteady. Unhone living room ko dekha, thoda sa frown karte hue hawa ko sungha. 

Unhone phir se, is baar zyada saaf taur par sungha. Unki naak sikudi. 

Abbu: Yeh… cigarette ki khushboo hai kya? 

Gajendra (aaram se apni gardan ke peeche haath ragadte hue): Ah… haan, Hussein bhai. Main intezaar karte hue ek cigarette pi liya tha. Aapko aitraaz toh nahi hoga. 

Abbu (jaldi se sar hilate hue, lagbhag maafi maangte hue): Nahi nahi, bhai. Bilkul nahi. Aap is ghar mein kuchh bhi kar sakte hain. Kuchh bhi. Aap jaante hain. Jo bhi aapne mere liye… mere parivar ke liye kiya hai… yeh ghar aapka apna ghar hai. 

Abbu ki awaaz sach mein samman bhari thi, lagbhag submissive. Unhone apna maatha haath ke peeche se pochha. 

Maa (abhi bhi darwaze ke paas khadi, ek pair se doosre par weight badalti hui): Jaan, kyun nahi baith jaate aur aaram karte? Main chai bana deti hoon. 

Woh kitchen ki taraf badhne lagi lekin ruk gayi, kyunki woh sirf tauliya pehne hue thi. Woh wahin khadi rahi, thodi si pareshan lag rahi thi. 

Abbu (dheere se ek kursi par baithte hue, abhi bhi dono ko dekhte hue): Ghar aaj bahut garam lag raha hai… lagbhag suffocating. 

Unhone Gajendra ko dekha, phir apni patni ko. Unki nazar Gajendra ki gardan par chamakte paseene par aur Maa ke nange kandhon aur collarbone par tik gayi. 

Abbu: Tum dono itna paseena kyun kar rahe ho? 

Ek chhoti si, awkward khamoshi chha gayi. Maa ka chehra gehra laal ho gaya. 







Maa (awaaz thodi si tez nikalti hui, tauliya ko dono haathon se pakadte hue): Hum bas… kuchh khatam kar rahe the… itna achha laga finally… 

Woh achanak ruk gayi, samajh gayi ki woh kya bolne wali thi. Unki aankhein thodi si khul gayi. 

Maa (jaldi se sudhaar karte hue, aur tez bolte hue): Mera matlab… itna achha laga finally bedroom ke purane cupboard ko saaf karna! Gajendra uncle ne bhaari bakshe hilane mein madad ki. Isliye hum dono thode paseene mein hain. Pankha bhi theek se kaam nahi kar raha tha… isliye andar bahut garmi ho gayi thi. 

Unhone ek chhoti si hansi zabardasti di, lekin woh nervous lagi. Unhone ek haath se apna veil theek kiya jabki doosre haath se tauliya pakde hue thi. 

Gajendra (turant madad karne ke liye aage badhte hue): Haan, Hussein bhai. Woh akeli un bhaari bakshe se joojh rahi thi. Maine bas unka haath badhaya. Bas itna hi. 

Abbu (dono ke beech dekhte hue, abhi bhi confused lekin bahut thaka hua aur bharosa karne wala hone ki wajah se aur poochhne ki koshish nahi ki): Oh… samajh gaya. Aap bahut meherbaan hain, Gajendra bhai. Lekin aapko mujhe bula lena chahiye tha. Main wapas aane par madad kar sakta tha. 

Abbu ne baat jaari rakhi, bilkul anjaan. “Main sirf chabi ke liye wapas aaya tha. Main jaldi se bedroom mein jaakar chabi dhoondh lunga aur dukaan wapas chala jaunga. Tum dono baat karte raho. Mujhe mat sochna.” 

Jab Abbu yeh baatein bol rahe the, maine maa ke chehre ko apne chhupe hue jagah se dhyan se dekha. Unki aankhon mein ek ajeeb mila jula ehsaas guzra. 

Upar se woh chhui hui aur garv mehsoos kar rahi thi ki unka pati apne mehmaan ko itna samman de raha hai. Lekin unki aankhon ki gehraai mein maine kuchh andhera aur zyada complicated dekha. 

Woh soch rahi thi: Yeh aadmi usi insaan ka shukriya ada kar raha hai jisne abhi uski patni ko hamare bistar par choda aur usme apna virya bhar diya. Woh usse ghar mein kuchh bhi karne ki ijazat de raha hai jabki us chudai ki khushboo abhi bhi hawa mein hai. 

Yeh irony itni gehri thi ki usne apni tauliya ke neeche janghon ko thoda sa ek dusre se daba liya. 

Usne apni janghon ke beech ek taza sharmnak garmi ki lahar mehsoos ki. 

Jitna zyada Abbu Gajendra ki tareef karte aur ghar mein usse azadi dete, utna hi maa ko uttejit aur dosh mehsoos hota tha ek saath. Yeh tedha tha, aur woh jaanti thi. 

Maa ne jaldi se sar hilaya. “Haan, haan. Jao. Main tab tak dono ke liye chai bana deti hoon.” 

Main bahar khada tha, sab kuchh dekhta hua. 

Maine jaana ki Abbu bewakoof ban rahe the. 

Sirf bhola nahi — is pal mein asal mein bewakoof. 

Woh ek ghar mein aaye jismein abhi bhi chudai ki khushboo thi, apni patni ko sirf tauliya aur veil mein ek aur aadmi ke saath andar aaraam se baitha dekha, aur ek bhi shak wala sawal poochhe bina usi aadmi ka shukriya ada kar rahe the jo unki patni ko unke ghar mein chod raha tha. 

Ek aur detail jo mujhe saaf dikhi: Abbu ne yeh bhi nahi dekha ki Gajendra ke jootey darwaze ke paas neatly rakhe hue the, lekin unka tie aur coat unke jism se gayab tha. Ek aadmi jo “sirf milne aaya ho” aksar apne formal kapde pehne rakhta hai. 

Lekin Abbu ko inmein se kuchh bhi samajh nahi aaya. Woh bahut bharosa karne wale, bahut aabhari, aur apni chhoti si dukaan ki chabi ki problem par zyada dhyan dene wale the. Us andhe bharose ne mujhe pity, gussa aur andheri uttejna ka mila jula ehsaas diya. 

Maine apne aap se socha: Abbu, aap apni patni ke aashiq ko ijazat de rahe hain ki woh is ghar ko apna samjhe jabki uska virya abhi bhi uske andar hai. Aapko apni hi chhat ke neeche kya ho raha hai, iska koi andaaza nahi. 

Maa ne ek baar phir se Gajendra ki taraf dekha pehle Abbu ke saath bedroom ki taraf badhne se pehle. Yeh ek jaldi, loaded nazar thi — aadhi chetawani, aadhi kuchh aur. 

Abbu ke saath bedroom mein jaana abhi bhi khatarnak tha. Chaddar shayad abhi bhi uljhi hui thi, hawa abhi bhi unki chudai ki khushboo se bhari hui thi, aur Gajendra ke kapde kahin andar hi the. 

Unhe unke saath jaana pada taaki woh kuchh ajeeb na notice karein. 

Jab woh unke peeche chal rahi thi, unhone ek baar phir se kandhe par se Gajendra ki taraf dekha. Us nazar ne saaf kaha: Shaant raho. Main sambhal lungi. Mat hilna. 

Gajendra ne uske jawab mein sabse chhota, sabse khatarnak muskurahat di. 

Yeh ek naughty, samajhne wali nazar thi — us tarah ki nazar jo ek aadmi ek aurat ko deta hai jab woh abhi uske andar gehra tha aur jaanta hai ki woh abhi bhi uska virya le kar ghum rahi hai jabki woh perfect patni ka role play kar rahi hai. 

Us nazar mein ek aur detail thi: unki aankhein uski tauliya dhaki gaand par aadhe second ke liye neeche chali gayi, jaise usse yaad dila rahe hon ki ab woh uske jism ke us hisse ka maalik hai, jabki uska pati usi ghar mein hai. 

Maa ke gaal thode se laal ho gaye, lekin unhone jaldi se muh mod liya aur Abbu ke peeche ho li. 

Woh bedroom ke darwaze tak pahunch gaye. Maa ka dil itna zor se dhadak raha tha ki unhe lag raha tha Abbu sun sakte hain. 

Unhone darwaza khola aur pehle andar kadam rakha, ek second ke liye unka view block karne ki koshish karte hue. 

Bedroom bilkul ganda tha. 

Abbu (dheere se bedroom mein ghuste hue, darwaze par ruk kar chaaron taraf dekhte hue): Yahan kya hua? Kamra bilkul ganda lag raha hai. 

Woh dheere se andar aaye. Bedsheet crumpled thi aur aadhi mattress se khinch gayi thi. Hawa mein ek tez, anjaan khushboo thi — cigarette ke dhuen aur kuchh aur moti, musky cheez ka mila jula jo woh samajh nahi pa rahe the. Unki nazar seedha bistar par gayi. 

Maa (jaldi se unke peeche andar aati hui, abhi bhi tauliya mein, normal dikhne ki koshish karte hue): Ah jaan… main bas kamra saaf kar rahi thi pehle. Isliye sab aisa hai. Main abhi theek kar deti hoon. 







Woh jaldi se bistar ki taraf badhi, ek haath se bedsheet ko seedha karne ki koshish karte hue jabki doosre haath se tauliya pakde hue thi. Unki harkatein thodi si jaldi thi. 

Abbu (dheere se bistar ke kareeb aate hue, frown karte hue): Bedsheet itni uljhi hui kyun hai? Aur… kya yeh bistar par cigarette ka butt hai? 

Unhone aadha jala cigarette jo takiye ke paas pada tha, uski taraf ishara kiya. Woh jhuk kar phir se hawa sunghne lage, unke chehre par confusion saaf thi. 

Abbu: Poora kamra cigarette ki khushboo se bhara hai… kuchh aur ke saath mila hua. Kya Gajendra bhai ne andar hi piya tha? 

Maa (jaldi se free haath se cigarette butt utha kar bistar ke paas dustbin mein daalte hue): Nahi nahi jaan… unhone sirf bahar piya tha. Shayad khushboo andar aa gayi jab darwaza khula tha. Main bahut jaldi saaf kar rahi thi, isliye kamra aisa ho gaya. 

Woh seedha uski taraf dekhne se bach rahi thi. Unki jaangh se ek boond paseena fisal kar neeche aaya. Unhone jaldi se tauliya ke kinare se usse pochha. 

Abbu (abhi bhi chaaron taraf dekhte hue, unki nazar bistar ke paas zameen par padi): Yeh kya hai? Tumhari panties… aur Gajendra bhai ki shorts? 






Woh thoda sa jhuk kar mehnat se dono cheezon ko utha liya. Unhone black shorts ko upar kiya, phir uske bagal mein padi pink panties ko dekha. Woh shorts ko pakde hue, confused the. 

Abbu: Yeh Gajendra bhai ki hain? Unke kapde yahan kyun hain? 

Maa (unka chehra laal hota hua, jaldi aage badh kar dono cheezon ko jhat se chheen leti hui): Ah… unhone apni shorts mujhe pehle di thi kyunki woh aapki purani shirt try karna chahte the. Main unhe dhone wali thi. Bas itna hi. Kuchh aur nahi. 

Unhone jaldi se panties aur shorts dono ko cupboard mein daal diya aur band kar diya. Unke haath thode se kaanp rahe the. 

Abbu (abhi bhi gande bistar ko dekhte hue, beech mein ek bade geele patch ki taraf ishara karte hue): Yeh yahan yeh geela spot kya hai? Abhi bhi chamak raha hai. 

Woh aur kareeb jhuke, sach mein pareshan. Patch saaf taur par tazza aur chipchipa dikhta tha. Maine jaana ki yeh Gajendra ka virya tha jo maa ki chut se pehle leak ho raha tha. 

Maa (jaldi se bistar par baith kar geele patch ko bedsheet se dhak deti hui, haath se dabaati hui): Kuchh nahi jaan… sirf paani. Main bedsheet saaf karte hue thoda paani gira diya tha. Isliye geela hai. Fikr mat karo. 

Woh bedsheet ko dono haathon se mazbooti se dabaati rahi, spot ko poori tarah chhupane ki koshish karte hue. Unki saans thodi tez thi. 

Abbu (use ajeeb nazar se dekhte hue): Tumne saaf karte hue bistar par paani gira diya? Aur bedsheet abhi bhi itni uljhi hui hai… 

Maa (hansi udaane ki koshish karte hue, lekin awaaz thodi si unchi nikalti hui): Haan jaan… main bahut tez harkat kar rahi thi. Main chahti thi ki tumhare wapas aane se pehle saaf kar loon. Isliye sab ganda ho gaya. Maaf kar do. 

Woh ek haath se apna veil theek karti rahi jabki geele patch par baithi hui thi, normal dikhne ki koshish karte hue. 

Abbu (unki nazar achanak deewar ke paas zameen par padi): Family photo… zameen par padi hai. Glass toot gaya hai. 

Woh dheere se wahan gaye aur toota frame utha liya. Photo mein main, Abbu aur Maa abhi bhi andar thi, lekin glass zameen par tukdon mein bikhar gaya tha. 

Abbu: Yeh kaise gira? Yeh side table par tha, na? 

Maa (bistar se jaldi uth kar, unki tauliya lagbhag fisal gayi. Unhone bas time par pakad liya): Yeh… yeh gira jab main saaf karne ke liye side table hila rahi thi. Main usse kheench rahi thi aur photo neeche gir gaya. Main baad mein uthane wali thi. Maaf kar do jaan… 

Woh jhuk kar toote glass ke tukde apne nange haathon se uthane lagi, nervous dikhti hui. 

Abbu (toota frame pakde hue, photo ko dekhte hue): Yeh hamari family photo thi… pichhle saal ki. Yeh itni aasani se kaise gir gayi? 

Maa (abhi bhi glass uthate hue, unki nazar se bachate hue): Table thoda hil raha tha. Mujhe pata nahi tha. Main kal naya frame laungi. Fikr mat karo. 

Woh khadi hui, haath mein toote tukde liye hue. Unki ungli par ek chhota sa cut aa gaya lekin unhone ignore kiya. 

Abbu (toota frame table par rakh kar, phir bistar ki taraf dekhte hue): Aaj is kamre mein khushboo bahut ajeeb hai. Cigarette aur… kuchh aur. Kya tumhe yakin hai sab theek hai? 

Maa (jaldi se khidki ki taraf badh kar use aur chaudi kholti hui, kamre ki hawa nikaalne ki koshish karte hue): Sab theek hai jaan. Main aaj bahut gehraai se saaf kar rahi thi. Isliye kamra aisa ho gaya. Tum itna mat socho. Tum pehle se hi thake hue ho. 

Woh wapas mud kar ek zabardasti muskurahat di, lekin unke haath abhi bhi tauliya ke kinare se khel rahe the. 

Abbu (dheere se side table ki taraf badhte hue jahaan woh apni keys rakhte the, abhi bhi chaaron taraf dekhte hue): Main sirf apni business keys lene aaya tha. Main ne unhe yahin subah chhoda tha. 

Unhone table se keys utha li. Unki nazar baar baar gande bistar aur tooti photo par ja rahi thi. 

Abbu: Aaj is kamre mein kuchh alag sa mehsoos ho raha hai. Main samjha nahi pa raha. 

Maa (unke kareeb chalti hui, bahut tez bolte hue): Kuchh alag nahi hai jaan. Main bas gehri safaai kar rahi thi. Gajendra uncle ne bhi pehle kuchh bhaari cheezon ko hilane mein madad ki. Isliye kamra aisa hai. Sab normal hai. Ab tum jaakar aaram karo. 

Unhone uske baazu par dheere se haath rakha, use darwaze ki taraf le jaane ki koshish karte hue. 

 

Papa ne coat aur tie uske haathon mein dekha, phir gande bistar ki taraf dekha. Woh explanation ko accept karta laga, lekin uski aankhein thodi der tak zyada der tak tik rahi thi. 

Meri maa jaldi jaldi bolte hue khamoshi ko bharne ki koshish kar rahi thi. “Main almirah saaf karne aur parde badalne ki bhi planning kar rahi thi. Isliye sab kuchh ulat pultat pada hai. Main chahti thi ki ghar achha dikhe kyunki Gajendra bhai aaye hain. Aap jaante hain hum unke liye kitni izzat rakhte hain.” 

Jaise woh bol rahi thi, woh chaalaaki se kamre mein ghum rahi thi, Papa ki nazar se chadar ke sabse geele hisse ko chhupa rahi thi. Usne floor se ek takiya uthaya aur use strategically sabse bade virya ke dhabbe ke upar rakh diya. 

Uske haath thode thode kaanp rahe the, lekin uski awaaz sthir thi. Woh unke gande chudai ke saboot ko “spring cleaning” ke roop mein badal rahi thi. Yeh ek himmat wala, besharam jhooth tha, aur yeh kaam kar raha tha. 

Is pal mein, tauliya lapete hue, veil abhi bhi sar par baandhe hue, apne pati ke saamne smoothly jhooth bolte hue jabki woh aadmi jo abhi usse choda tha agle kamre mein baitha tha — meri maa ne apne andar kuchh badalav mehsoos kiya. 

Woh ab sirf dhokha nahi de rahi thi. Woh apne ghar ko kuchh aur mein badal rahi thi. Ek aisi jagah jahaan uska premi aa sakta tha, usse uske shaadi ke bistar par chode, apne kapde idhar udhar phenk de, baithak mein sigret piye, aur phir bhi usi aadmi ke dwara dhokha diye jaane wale pati dwara izzatdaar mehmaan samjha jaaye. 

Usne humara ghar ek tarah ke private kotha mein badal diya tha — lekin jahaan sirf ek hi client ko ijazat thi, aur woh client dheere dheere har cheez ko apne vash mein le raha tha. 






Woh jaldi se mud gayi, tauliya abhi bhi uske sharir par lapeta hua, aur seedha Gajendra ki taraf bhag gayi. 

Woh nahi chali. Woh bhagi. 

Gajendra abhi bhi sofa par baitha hua tha, ungliyon ke beech sigret, bilkul aaraam se. 

Meri maa uske paas pahunchi aur bina kuchh bole pehle uske saamne ghutnon ke bal baith gayi. Uske saans tez aur kaanpte hue the. 

“Gajendra…” woh dheere se boli, uski awaaz dar, uttejna aur kacchi vasna ke mishran se bhari hui thi. 

“Oh Bhagwan… main vishwas nahi kar paa rahi hoon jo abhi hua. Mera pati yahin tha. Isi ghar mein. Isi sone ke kamre mein. Aur main uske saamne jhooth bol rahi thi jabki tumhara virya abhi bhi mere andar tha. Mujhe mehsoos ho raha hai… mujhe bahut uttejna ho rahi hai. Bahut gandi. Bahut horny.” 

Woh uski taraf chamakti aankhon se dekhti hui upar dekhi. “Jab woh sone ke kamre mein khada hokar gande bistar ko dekh raha tha, main itni dari hui thi… lekin usi waqt meri chut dhadak rahi thi. Main tumhara virya apni taangon se neeche tapakte hue tauliya ke neeche mehsoos kar sakti thi. Mujhe wahan khade hokar muskurate hue aur smoothly jhooth bolna pada. Maine usse kaha ki main saaf safai kar rahi thi. Maine kaha ki tumhara coat aur tie isliye tha kyunki tumhe garmi lag rahi thi. Maine aaj humara ghar ek kotha mein badal diya, Gajendra. Humara bistar — wahi jahaan woh sota hai — maine tumhe wahan choda aur phir usse uske dwara banaye gande nishanon ke baare mein jhooth bola.” 

Woh dono haathon se aage badhi aur uski belt kholne lagi jabki woh bolti rahi, uski awaaz har shabd ke saath aur besharam hoti gayi. 

“Maine itni aasani se jhooth bola. Maine kamre mein ghum kar chadar par geele dhabbon ko chhupaya. Maine tumhare virya ke dhabbe par takiya rakh diya. Aur poora waqt main soch rahi thi — agar woh jaan jaata. Agar woh jaan jaata ki woh aadmi jise woh shukriya ada kar raha hai aur ghar mein kuchh bhi karne ki ijazat de raha hai, wahi aadmi hai jo abhi uski patni ki chut ko faila kar usme virya chhod gaya hai.” 

Usne uska zipper neeche kiya aur underwear ke andar haath daala. Uska lund abhi bhi aadha sakht tha. Usne ungliyon se use pakda aur bahar nikaal liya khule mein. 






“Jab usne tumhara coat aur tie dekha toh main bahut dari hui thi… lekin maine sambhal liya. Main tumhare liye ek achhi jhoothi ban rahi hoon. Ek achhi chhoti randi. Jab usne kaha ki tum ghar mein kuchh bhi kar sakte ho, main andar se hansne wali thi. Kyunki tumne pehle hi sabse haram cheez kar di thi. Tumne uske apne bistar par uski patni ko choda. Aur ab tum uske baithak mein sigret pi rahe ho jaise tum yahan ke maalik ho.” 

Woh aage jhuki aur uske lund ke sir ko apne garam muh mein le liya, dheere dheere choosne lagi jabki woh geeli licks aur naram moans ke beech bolti rahi. 






“Mmmph… abhi main itni zinda mehsoos kar rahi hoon. Yeh khatra… yeh jhooth bolna… jis tarah usne tumhe shukriya kaha jabki tumhara virya mere andar se tapak raha tha… isne mujhe itna geela kar diya. Main abhi bhi geeli hoon. Sab kuchh hone ke baad bhi. Jab woh wahan khada tha tab bhi.” 

Usne uske lund ka aur hissa muh mein le liya, dheere se apna sir hilaate hue, uski dark pink veil abhi bhi bilkul sahi jagah par, uska tauliya uske sharir ke aas paas dheela hone laga. Woh uski taraf vasna se bhari aankhon se dekhti hui jabki uska muh uske lund par kaam kar raha tha. 

“Mujhe tumhe phir se chahiye,” usne ek second ke liye muh se nikaal kar kaha, uske honthon se uske lund tak thook ke taar ban rahe the. “Abhi. Mujhe parwah nahi agar woh wapas aa jaaye. Main chahti hoon ki tum mujhe phir se usi gande bistar par chodo. Main chahti hoon ki tum is baar mujhe chillao. Main pehle se bhi zyada zor se chillana chahti hoon. Main poori tarah se dikhawa karna band karna chahti hoon.” 

Woh wapas usse choosne lagi, ab zyada utsukta se, ek haath neeche ke hisse ko ragadte hue jabki uska muh upar neeche hil raha tha. Uska doosra haath tauliya ke neeche apni taangon ke beech pahunch gaya, chooste hue khud ko chhoo rahi thi. 

Gajendra sofa par peeche jhuk gaya, ek haath se apna sigret pi raha tha jabki uska doosra haath uske veil dhanke hue sir par tha, dheere se uske harkaton ko guide kar raha tha. 

Meri maa uske lund ke aas paas moan kar rahi thi, jo kuchh usne abhi kiya tha aur jo abhi kar rahi thi uske uttejna mein poori tarah kho gayi thi. Woh ghar jo kabhi uski shaadi, uske dharma aur uski zimmedari ka prateek tha, ab woh jagah ban gaya tha jahaan woh sabse zyada azaad mehsoos karti thi — aur sabse gandi. 

Aur main khidki ke bahar se sab kuchh dekh raha tha, mera apna haath phir se meri patloon ke andar hil raha tha, us aurat ko dekhne se apni nazar hata nahi paa raha tha jo meri maa ban gayi thi. 

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Main bedroom ki khirki ke bahar bilkul thahra hua khada tha, mera haath abhi bhi mere lund par lapeta hua tha, apni maa ko Gajendra ke saamne ghutnon par dekhte hue. 

Woh ab woh sharmili aur paramparik aurat nahi rahi thi jise main pehle jaanta tha. Woh ab lund choosne mein mahir ho chuki thi.ss 


Usne ek haath se uske mote lund ki jad pakad rakhi thi jabki uska muh baaki hisse ko smooth aur abhyaas wali rhythm se kaam kar raha tha. Woh ab gehra lete waqt gag nahi karti thi. 






Uski jagah usne apni gardan ko relax kiya aur sir ko andar slide hone diya jab tak uske honth apni ungliyon ko chhoo na le. Woh apni kalaai ko dheere ghumati hui ragad rahi thi, apne sir ke movement se milta hua. 

Gajendra (sofe par peeche jhuk kar, apni taange aur chaudi karke, ek haath uske sir par): Mmm… achhi ladki. Yahan baithe kamre mein. Ab tumhe koi farak nahi padta, hai na? 

Maa (apna muh uske lund se nikaalte hue geeli awaaz ke saath, dono haathon se ragadte hue aur sir ko chaat te hue): Mujhe koi farak nahi padta, baby… mujhe Hussein se bilkul farak nahi padta. Use apni dukaan mein jaane do. Use poori raat wahin rehne do. Mujhe sirf yeh lund chahiye. 

Woh usse wapas apne muh mein leti hai, shor machate hue choosti hui, uska sir upar neeche dheere dheere hilta hua. 

Gajendra (dheere karahate hue, usse dekhte hue): Phir se bolo. Jab tum mere lund ko choos rahi ho, mujhe batao ki tumhe apne pati se koi farak nahi padta. 

Maa (uske lund ke charo taraf moan karte hue, shabd geele aur dhime nikalte hue): Mmmph… mujhe usse koi farak nahi padta… slurp… mujhe farak nahi padta agar woh wapas aa jaye… slurp… ab mujhe sirf tumhara lund pasand hai… 

Woh aur zor se choosne lagi, usse aur andar leti hui, uske lund par thook neeche tapak raha tha uske towel par. 

Gajendra (ek haath se uski veil pakad kar, uske sir ko guide karte hue): Aur gehra. Aur gehra lo, Shahida. Dikhao mujhe ki tumhe usse kitna farak nahi padta. 

Maa (phir se muh nikaalte hue, saans lete hue, uske lund se thook ke taar judte hue): Mujhe sach mein koi farak nahi padta, Gajendra… Hussein ab mere liye kuchh bhi nahi hai. Woh mujhe tumhare jaise nahi chod sakta. 

Woh mujhe gandi randi jaise mehsoos nahi kara sakta jaise tum karte ho. Main sirf tumhari slut banna chahti hoon. 

Woh wapas neeche chali gayi, lobhi tareeke se choosti hui, uske gaal andar dhanste hue jab woh uske lund ko kaam karti thi. 

Gajendra (kaali aankhon se usse dekhte hue): Dekho apne aap ko… apne baithe kamre mein ghutnon par, pati ke jaate hi kisi doosre aadmi ka lund choos rahi ho. Tum '. randi se bhi buri ho gayi ho, Shahida. 

Maa (uske shabdon par zor se moan karte hue, kuchh seconds tez choosne ke baad muh nikaalte hue): Haan… main randi se bhi buri ho gayi hoon… lick… main pehle achhi patni thi… main ,,., padhti thi aur apne aap ko dhak leti thi… ab main ghutnon par tumhara lund choos rahi hoon aur iska mazaa le rahi hoon. Main tumhari gandi '. randi hoon. 

Woh uske balls se lekar tip tak poori tarah chaat ti hai, phir usse wapas muh mein leti hai, thoda gag karte hue jab woh khud ko aur gehra dhakelti hai. 

Gajendra (uski veil par pakad mazboot karte hue): Dheere. Apni jeebh ka zyada istemal karo. Mujhe mehsoos hona chahiye woh jeebh jab tum baat kar rahi ho. 

Maa (turant maante hue, dheere karte hue, sir ke charo taraf jeebh ghumate hue aur uski taraf dekhte hue): Mmm… aise? lick lick… mujhe ab Hussein ke baare mein koi farak nahi padta… mujhe farak nahi padta agar woh jaan le… main phir bhi jab tum chahega tumhara lund choosne daudti aaungi. 

Gajendra: Phir se. Bolo ki tumhe usse koi farak nahi padta jab tum choos rahi ho. 

Maa (usko gehra lete hue, phir sirf itna bahar nikaal kar bolne ke liye, uski awaaz geeli aur tooti hui): Mujhe apne pati se koi farak nahi padta… slurp… mujhe farak nahi padta woh kaam kar raha hai ya aaram kar raha hai ya mar raha hai… mujhe sirf is mote lund se farak padta hai jo mera muh khinch raha hai… ab main uski patni nahi, tumhari randi hoon. 

Woh wapas shor machate hue choosne lagi, uska sir upar neeche hilta hua, geeli awaazein shaant baithe kamre mein bhar rahi thi. 

Gajendra (zyada tez saans lete hue): Fuck… tumhare andar ab koi sharm bhi nahi bachi. Sirf sir ko chooso. Sirf sir. Aur mujhe batao tum kya ho. 

Maa (sirf phoole hue sir par focus karte hue, zor zor se aur geele tareeke se choosti hui): Main tumhari '. randi hoon… (suck suck)… main randi se bhi buri hoon… maine tumhe apne pati ke bed par chodne diya… main uski photo phenkti hoon jab tum mujhe chodte ho… main ek besharm, lund bhooki slut hoon… 

Gajendra: Ab aur gehra. Poora andar lo. Thoda choke karo. 

Maa (apna sir neeche dhakelti hui jab tak uska lund uski gardan ke peeche tak na pahunche, geele tareeke se gag karte hue, aankhon mein aansu aate hue): gluck gluck… mujhe Hussein se koi farak nahi padta… gluck… mujhe apni shaadi se koi farak nahi padta… mujhe sirf tumhara ganda chhota fucktoy banne se farak padta hai… 

Woh khansi karte hue muh nikaalti hai, thook uski thodi se tapak kar uske towel par girta hai, phir turant wapas us par chali jaati hai. Main abhi bhi khirki se apni maa ko dekh raha tha. 







Har upar ki taraf uski jeebh neeche ke hisse par ghoom rahi thi, aur woh naram, geeli, pasand bhari awaazein nikaal rahi thi — zor ke moan nahi, balki dheemi, abhyaasi gungunahat ki awaazein jo uske lund ke charo taraf kaanp rahi thi. Usse bilkul pata tha ki honthon se kitna dabav dena hai. 

Usse pata tha kab zor se choosna hai aur kab dheere kar ke chaatna hai. Usne apne azaad haath se dheere se uske balls ko pakad kar malish bhi ki jab woh kaam kar rahi thi. 

Main hairaan tha ki woh itne chhote samay mein kitni professional ho gayi thi. 

Ab mujhe kaaran saaf dikhai de raha tha. Yeh Gajendra ke saath uska pehla baar nahi tha. Usne practice ki hogi. Woh uska lund regularly choosti rahi hogi — hotalon mein, gaadiyon mein, shayad is ghar mein bhi jab pita dukaan par hote the. 

Har baar jab woh ghar aati thi thodi sooji hui honthon ya bhaari awaaz ke saath, woh “thakaan” ki wajah se nahi hota tha. Woh isliye hota tha kyunki woh lambi der tak ghutnon par rah kar is aadmi ke lund ko perfect tareeke se khush karna seekh rahi thi. 

Is vichar se mera apna lund mere haath mein hil utha. Meri maa hamare saamne se ek mahir, lund ki pooja karne wali randi ban chuki thi. 

Achanak mujhe bahar ke gate khulne ki awaaz aayi. 

Meri dadi Zainab — meri maa ki maa — hamare ghar mein andar aa rahi thi. 







Woh safed design wali dress pehne hui thi jisme kaala scarf uske sir aur kandhon par lapeta hua tha. 

Dress uske abhi bhi bhare hue shareer par tight thi, aur safed rang usse uski umar se chhoti dikha raha tha. Woh dheere chal rahi thi, jaise usse bilkul pata tha ki woh kahan ja rahi hai aur kyun. 

Mujhe aashcharya ho raha tha ki woh dopahar ke beech mein bina call kiye kyun aa gayi thi. Kya meri maa ne iske liye taiyaari ki thi? Kya unhone saath milkar kuchh plan kiya tha? 

Ek aur baat jo mujhe laga: Dadi ek chhote kapde ke purse le kar aa rahi thi, jaisa auratein ghar ka khana laane ke liye leti hain. 

Lekin jis tareeke se woh use pakad rahi thi, aur jis tareeke se woh chalte hue bedroom ki khirki ki taraf dekhi, mujhe laga ki woh purse asli kaaran nahi tha. 

Kuchh aur ho raha tha. 

Main ghabra gaya. 

Main abhi bhi bahar tha, meri half pant taangon tak neeche thi aur mera lund haath mein tha. Agar dadi peeche aangan mein aa gayi aur mujhe aise dekha toh sab barbaad ho jayega. 

Main jaldi se apni half pant upar kheenchi, apne sakht lund ko andar dhakelne ki poori koshish ki. 

Kapda mere khade lund par tight khinch gaya, saaf dikhai de raha tha, lekin mere paas koi chaara nahi tha. Mera dil itna zor se dhadak raha tha ki mujhe apne kaanon mein sunai de raha tha. 

Mere vichar har taraf daud rahe the. Dadi yahan kyun hai? Kya maa ko pata tha ki woh aa rahi hai? Kya unhone saath milkar plan kiya? Kya dadi bhi is gande raaz mein shaamil hai? 

Yeh vichar ki meri maa aur dadi is gande raaz se judi ho sakti hain, mera sir ghuma raha tha. 

Main jhaadiyon ke peeche aur neeche jhuk gaya, bilkul shant rehne ki koshish karte hue. 

Mujhe dadi ke dheeme kadmon ki awaaz concrete path par sunai de rahi thi jab woh ghar ke side se aangan ki taraf aa rahi thi. 

Woh dheere aur soch samajh kar chal rahi thi, jaise kuchh sunne ki koshish kar rahi ho. 

Uski safed dress har kadam ke saath hil rahi thi. 

Uska sir par scarf hawa mein halke se hil raha tha. Usne awaaz de kar bulaya nahi ya apne aane ki suchna nahi di. Woh bas chalti rahi, uski aankhein khirkiyon aur darwazon par nazar daalti hui. 

Phir woh ruk gayi. 

Ghar ke andar se, meri maa ke Gajendra ka lund choosne ki geeli aur rhythm wali awaazein thodi khuli living room khirki se saaf sunai de rahi thi. Slurp… slurp… mmmph… slurp… 

Dadi Zainab bilkul thahri khadi rahi. 

Uska sir thoda jhuka. Usse bilkul pata tha ki yeh awaazein kya hain. 

Usne pehle bhi yeh suni thi — kayi baar, apne jeevan mein. Uske chehre par dheemi, jaan kar wali muskaan. Woh shocked nahi dikhai de rahi thi. Woh… dilchasp lag rahi thi. 

Woh chupke se khirki ki taraf badhi, deewaar ke kareeb rah kar taaki andar se na dikhe. 

Woh khirki ke kinaare tak pahunchi aur carefully andar jhaankne lagi. 








Jo usne dekha usse uski aankhein ek pal ke liye phail gayi, phir ek ajeeb, lagbhag garv bhari expression se naram ho gayi. 

Uski beti — meri maa Shahida — baithe kamre ke beech mein ghutnon par thi, abhi bhi sirf apni gehri pink veil aur towel pehne hue jo ab uski kamar tak neeche slip ho chuka tha. 

Uska muh Gajendra ke mote lund ke charo taraf faila hua tha. Woh usse usi professional rhythm se choos rahi thi jo maine pehle notice kiya tha — gehra, smooth, abhyaas wala stroke, uska haath jad par ghumata hua, uski jeebh neeche ke hisse par kaam karti hui. 

Thook uski thodi se tapak kar uske nange choochiyon par gir raha tha. Gajendra ka haath uski veil dhaki hui gardan par tha, dheere guide karte hue. 

Yeh pehli baar tha jab dadi Zainab ne apni beti ko aise dekha tha. 

Kaaran simple lekin shaktishali tha. Jab ghar mein aisi pehli baar hui thi, tab meri maa ne apni maa — dadi Zainab — ko isi ghar mein apne purane ***** premi Suraj ko chumte hue pakda tha. 

Kuchh mahine pehle, jab main abhi chhota bachcha tha, maa ne bedroom mein dadi aur Suraj par aa gayi thi. Lekin meri maa ne unhe rok nahi. 

Dadi tab bhi ghutnon par thi, lekin kisi doosre aadmi ke liye. Us pal ne hamare parivar mein sab badal diya tha, halanki kisi ne iske baare mein khule mein nahi bola. 

Dadi Zainab Suraj ke dwara kayi saalon mein randi bana di gayi thi. 

Suraj ek umardaraaz ***** aadmi tha. Usne dheere dheere dadi Zainab ki har seema tod di thi. Usne usse aisi cheezein karwayi thi jo usne kabhi sapne mein bhi nahi sochi thi. 

Sabse shocking baaton mein se ek — jiske baare mein meri maa ne gusse mein ek baar bataya tha — yeh tha ki Suraj ne dadi ko suar ka gosht khilaya tha. 

Ek baar nahi. Kayi baar. Woh restaurant mein order karta aur apne haathon se usse khilata, usse batate hue ki agar woh sach mein uski hai toh jo kuchh woh de usse kha legi. 

Suar ka gosht hamare dharm mein sakht haraam aur mana tha, lekin dadi ne maan liya tha. 

Usne Suraj ki aankhon mein dekhte hue chaba kar nigal liya tha, apne dharm aur shaadi se upar uske prati apni samarpan sabit karte hue. 

Usne mere dada Qadir ko bhi usi mahine mein dhoka diya tha. Dada Qadir ek simple, '. aadmi the jo mehnat karte the aur din mein paanch baar ,,., padhte the. 

Unhe kabhi nahi pata chala ki unki patni regularly Suraj se hotalon mein milti thi aur kabhi kabhi dada ke bahar hone par unhe ghar mein bhi laati thi. 

Dadi ne Suraj ko apna shareer poori tarah de diya tha — apna muh, apni chut, apni gaand bhi — aur usne yeh itni bhookh ke saath kiya tha jo khud usse bhi hairaan kar deti thi. 

Suraj ne ek paramparik, umar dar middle-aged '. aurat ko apni personal, aagyaakaari randi bana diya tha. 

Ab khirki par khadi hokar, dadi Zainab apni beti ko bilkul wahi karte hue dekh rahi thi. Lagta hai meri maa bas apni maa ke kadmon par chal rahi hai. 

Aur woh muskurati hui thi. Phir mujhe aashcharya hua jab dadi ne apni safed dress ko taangon tak upar kheenchna shuru kiya aur apni beti ko dekhte hue muth marne lagi. 








Main uske chehre par dheere dheere garam aur lagbhag sneh bhari muskaan failti dekh raha tha jab woh meri maa ka sir Gajendra ke lund par aage peeche hilte dekh rahi thi. 

Pehle mujhe samajh nahi aaya ki woh kyun muskur rahi hai. 

Phir mujhe ehsaas hua — woh isliye muskur rahi thi kyunki woh apni beti mein khud ko pehchaan rahi thi. 

Woh isliye muskur rahi thi kyunki wohi aag jo Suraj ne uske andar jalaayi thi ab Shahida ke andar jal rahi thi. 

Us muskaan mein ek aur baat thi: usme garv tha. Tedha ganda garv. Woh garv mehsoos kar rahi thi ki uski beti bhi uski tarah achhi randi ban gayi hai. 

Hamara parivar teen peedhiyon mein ganda ho chuka tha. 

Mere dada Qadir ek achhe '. aadmi the jo kabhi sach nahi jaan paaye. Unki patni saalon se chhup chhup kar kisi doosre aadmi ka lund seva karti rahi thi. 

Ab meri maa — bilkul usi ghar mein yahi kar rahi thi jise unhone banane mein madad ki thi. Aur main, unka pota, bahar khada tha apna lund sakht kiye, sab kuchh dekhte hue aur usse uttejit hote hue. 

Sharm, imaan aur wafadari ki parivarik parampara poori tarah toot chuki thi. Ek aur baat jo ise aur bura bana rahi thi: hum yeh sab tab kar rahe the jab mera pita Hussein — jo abhi bhi apne --- mulyon ko pakadne ki koshish kar raha tha — apni dukaan par tha, bilkul anjaan ki uski patni, uski sasuma aur uska apna beta sab is gupt gande duniya mein shaamil hain. 

Dadi Zainab Gajendra ke lund ki motai aur lambai se mantr mugdh thi jo meri maa ke muh mein tha. 

Jahaan se dadi Zainab khadi thi, woh sab kuchh saaf dekh sakti thi. Gajendra ka lund mota aur lamba, nasdar aur bhari tha. Meri maa ke honth uske charo taraf fail gaye the. Kya dadi Zainab Gajendra ke lund ki size ka mazaa le rahi thi? 

Har baar jab maa usse gehra andar leti, uski gardan thodi si ubhar jaati thi. 

Thook ki dhaar lund ki daandi par chamakti hui beh rahi thi. Dadi ki aankhein apni beti ke sir ke hilne ko fascination se dekh rahi thi. 

Woh dekh rahi thi ki meri maa apni jeebh kaise istemal kar rahi hai, kaise gaal andar kheench kar supaare ko choos rahi hai. 

Kaise poori pakad se neeche ko zor se ragad rahi hai. 

Ek aur baat: dadi ke apne honth bhi halke se khul gaye the jab woh dekh rahi thi, jaise woh yaad kar rahi ho ki kuchh hafte pehle Suraj ka itna bada lund apne muh mein lene ka kaisa ehsaas tha. 

Woh khidki par khadi rahi, abhi bhi dekh rahi thi. 

Uska daayen haath dheere dheere neeche uski safed design wali dress ke saamne chala gaya. Usne ungliyon ko kapde ke upar se apni chut par dabaaya aur dheere gol gol ragadne lagi. 

Woh khud ko chhoo rahi thi kyunki apni beti ko lund chooste dekhne se uske purane shaktishali yaadein aur nayi nishedh uttejna jaag uthi thi. 

Shahida ko ghutnon par dekhte hue, usi tareeke se ek aadmi ki seva karte hue jaise woh khud Suraj ki karti thi, uski chut geeli ho gayi thi. 

Ek aur baat: uski saansein bhari hui ho gayi thi aur uski ungliyaan dress par aur zor se dab rahi thi jab meri maa ne Gajendra ka lund poora apni gardan mein le liya aur kuchh seconds tak rok kar rakha. 

Main jo kuchh dekh raha tha usse itna shocked tha ki mere haath kaanpne lage. 

Mera phone meri ungliyon se chhoot gaya. 

Woh concrete par zor ki awaaz ke saath gir gaya. 

Awaz shaant dopahar mein tez aur saaf thi. 

Dadi Zainab ka sir turant us awaaz ki taraf ghum gaya. 

Uski aankhein mujhe jhaadiyon ke peeche ghutne tek kar baitha hua dekh liya, meri patloon abhi bhi ajab tareeke se tambu banaaye hue, mera chehra shock se safed. Ek second ke liye woh sirf khadi rahi. 

Phir woh tez lekin chupke se mere chhupne wali jagah backyard ki taraf badhne lagi. 

Main peeche hatne ki koshish kar raha tha lekin bahut der ho chuki thi. 

Woh mere paas pahunch gayi jab main zameen se phone uthane ke liye jhuka hua tha. 

Meri patloon abhi bhi aadhi neeche thi, mera sakht lund patli shorts ke kapde se saaf dikhai de raha tha. 

Dadi mere upar khadi thi, mere khule hue avastha aur haath mein phone ko neeche se dekh rahi thi. 

Dadi Zainab (ghar ke side se dheere dheere chalti hui, apna halka safed veil theek karti hui, phir mujhe jhuke hue dekh kar ruk jaati hai): Zaid? Beta… yahaan kya kar rahe ho? 

Woh kuchh kadam door khadi hoti hai, uski aankhein mere chehre se neeche mere haathon par jaati hain jab main jaldi se phone uthata hoon. Uska chehra shaant lekin utsuk hai. 

Main (jaldi se seedha khade hokar, phone pakde hue, dil tez dhadak raha hai): Dadi… Assalamualaikum. Main… main bas… mera phone gir gaya tha. 

Dadi Zainab (sir thoda jhuka kar, thoda aur paas aati hui): Waalaikumussalam. Mujhe kuchh girne ki awaaz aayi thi. Isliye dekhne aayi thi. Socha shayad billi ya kuchh aur ho. 

Ab woh mujhe achhe se dekhti hai. Uski aankhein thodi si sankochti hain jab woh dekhti hai ki main kaise khada hoon — thoda mud kar, ek haath se patloon theek karne ki koshish kar raha hoon. 

Dadi Zainab: Tum yahaan peeche is tarah kyun khade ho? Tumhari maa ne mujhe bataya nahi ki tum bahar ho. 

Main (thoda haklate hue, uski aankhon se nazar bachate hue): Main… main bas yahaan tha dadi. Kuchh nahi… matlab main taaza hawa lene aaya tha. 

Dadi Zainab (mere chehre ko parakhati hui, awaaz naram lekin janchti hui): Taaza hawa? Is kone mein? Jhaadiyon ke peeche? Lag raha hai jaise tum kisi se chhup rahe ho beta. 

Woh ek aur kadam paas aati hai. Main uski aankhon mein halki ghabrahat ka nishaan dekh sakta hoon bhale hi woh chhupane ki koshish kar rahi ho. 

Main (apna wazan badalte hue, phone ko aur zor se pakadte hue): Nahi… nahi dadi. Main chhup nahi raha. Main bas… apne phone par kuchh dekh raha tha aur woh chhoot gaya. 

Dadi Zainab (naram awaaz mein): Hmm. Tum bahut ghabraye hue lag rahe ho. Tumhara chehra laal hai. Aur paseena bhi aa raha hai. 

Woh phir neeche dekhti hai aur is baar uski aankhein saaf saaf dekhti hain ki meri patloon abhi bhi khuli hui hai aur thodi neeche latak rahi hai. Woh jaldi se meri aankhon par nazar wapas laati hai. 

Dadi Zainab: Zaid… tumhari patloon itni khuli kyun hai? 








Main (ek second ke liye jam jaata hoon, phir jaldi se ek haath se zip karne ki koshish karta hoon): Ah… woh… woh toh… main bas ise theek kar raha tha. Yeh ashaant tha. 

Dadi Zainab (ek bhrow upar utha kar, awaaz abhi bhi shaant lekin shak ke saath): Jhaadiyon ke peeche ise theek kar rahe the? Akela? 

Kuchh der sannata. Woh bedroom ki khidki ki taraf aadhe second ke liye dekhti hai phir mujh par. Uska chehra chinta ka jhatka dikhaata hai jo woh jaldi chhupa leti hai. 

Dadi Zainab: Beta… kya tumne abhi kuchh dekha hai? 

Main (bahut haklate hue): Dekha? Kya dekha dadi? Main nahi… main kuchh nahi dekh raha tha. Main bas yahaan phone ke saath tha. 

Dadi Zainab (mere reaction ko bahut dhyan se dekhte hue): Main doosri taraf se aayi thi. Mujhe laga khidki ke paas kuchh hilte dekha. Isliye dekhne aayi. Kya tumne bhi kuchh suna tha? 

Main (sir bahut tez hila kar): Nahi… koi awaaz nahi. Main kuchh nahi suna. Main bas phone chala raha tha aur woh gir gaya. Bas yahi. 

Dadi Zainab (chhoti saans le kar, casual lagne ki koshish karti hui): Tumne apni maa ko andar nahi dekha? Ya koi aur? 

Woh sawal bholi bhali tarah karti hai lekin uski aankhein mere chehre ko gehri janch kar rahi hain. Woh saaf saaf jaanna chahti hai ki kya maine usse dekha tha. 

Main (phone par nazar jhukate hue, halki awaaz mein): Nahi dadi. Main kuchh nahi dekha. Main bas yahaan khada tha. 

Dadi Zainab (chhote pause ke baad): Ajeeb. Kyunki jab main aa rahi thi toh mujhe laga yeh jhaadiyon ke paas tum khade the. Tum bahut shant khade the. 

Main (ghabrate hue gardan ke peeche ragadte hue): Main… main bas yahaan ek minute araam kar raha tha. Aur kuchh nahi. 

Dadi Zainab (naram awaaz mein, pehle khud se): Main aaj jaldi aa gayi thi. Tumhari maa ko abhi pata nahi hai ki main yahaan hoon. Main use surprise dene wali thi… 

Woh rukti hai aur mujhe phir dekhti hai. Uska chehra zyada gambhir ho jaata hai. 

Dadi Zainab: Zaid… mujhe sach batao. Kya tum kuchh dekh rahe the? 

Main (awaaz thodi toot kar): Dekh raha tha? Nahi… main qasam khaata hoon dadi. Main kuchh nahi dekh raha tha. Main bas yahaan tha. 

Dadi Zainab (awaaz neeche karke): Kyunki agar tumne kuchh dekha ho… jo tumhe nahi dekhna chahiye tha… toh mujhe bata sakte ho. Main gussa nahi karungi. 

Main (sir tez hila kar): Main kuchh nahi dekha dadi. Sach mein. Main sirf phone utha raha tha. 

Dadi Zainab (abhi bhi mujhe gehri nazar se dekhte hue, naram lekin mazboot awaaz mein): Phir tumhare haath kyun kaanp rahe hain? Aur tum mujhe theek se kyun nahi dekh paa rahe ho? 

Woh ek aur chhota kadam paas aati hai. Mujhe uske perfume ki halki khushboo dopahar ki hawa ke saath mehsoos hoti hai. 

Dadi Zainab: Beta… tumhari patloon abhi bhi sahi se band nahi hui hai. Aur tumhara chehra bahut laal hai. Tum yahaan sach mein kya kar rahe the? 

Main (kaampte haathon se phir se patloon zip karne ki koshish karta hua): Main… main bas… mujhe garmi lag rahi thi isliye thoda khola tha. Bas yahi. Main kuchh galat nahi kar raha tha. 

Dadi Zainab (kuchh der chup rah kar, phir dheere se): Zaid… kya tumne mujhe pehle yahaan khade hue dekha tha? 

Main (tez se): Nahi! Matlab… maine tumhe nahi dekha. Mujhe pata nahi tha ki tum yahaan ho. Qasam se. 

Dadi Zainab (bedroom khidki ki taraf ek chhote second ke liye dekh kar phir mujh par): Main bas khidki ke paas kuchh dekh rahi thi. Bas yahi. Kuchh khaas nahi. 

Woh normal lagne ki koshish karti hai lekin ab uski awaaz mein saaf tanav hai. 

Dadi Zainab: Tumhe andar jaana chahiye beta. Muh dholo. Tum theek nahi lag rahe ho. 

Main (abhi bhi ghabraye hue): Haan dadi… main ab andar jaata hoon. 

Dadi Zainab (jab main uske paas se guzarne lagta hoon toh mujhe dhyan se dekhte hue): Zaid… ek aur baat. 

Woh rukti hai, uski awaaz bahut dheemi ho jaati hai. 

Dadi Zainab: Jo kuchh bhi tumne socha ki tumne dekha… ya nahi dekha… usse bhool jaana behtar hoga. Samajh gaye? 

Main (ruk kar, poora mud kar nahi): …Haan dadi. Samajh gaya. 

Dadi Zainab (naram, lagbhag udaas awaaz mein): Achha beta. Ab jao. Aur ghar mein jaane se pehle apni patloon sahi se theek kar lena. 

Usi exact pal, ghar ka peeche wala darwaza zor se khul gaya. 

Meri maa aur Gajendra bahar tez aaye. 

Unhone phone girne ki awaaz sun li thi aur jaan ne aaye the ki awaaz kya thi. 

Meri maa ka pink towel mushkil se uske shareer par lapeta hua tha. 

Uska chehra aur muh kisi doosre aadmi ke moti safed virya ke chhinte se bhara hua tha — Gajendra ne uske muh mein lund daalte hue uske chehre par virya ke fawware maare the aur kuchh uske honthon aur gaalon par gir gaya tha. 

Woh jitna swallow kar saki thi kar chuki thi lekin saboot abhi bhi uski chamdi par saaf dikhai de raha tha. 

Uska gehra pink veil thoda tedha ho gaya tha. Gajendra uske peeche khada tha, uska lund abhi bhi adha sakht aur chamakta hua, jaldi se apni safed shorts mein wapas daal diya gaya tha. 

Hum chaar log backyard mein khade the, ek doosre ko poori khamoshi se dekhte hue. 








Woh pal itna ajeeb aur bhari tha ki kai seconds tak koi hil nahi paaya. 

Meri maa ki aankhein phail gayi jab usne apni apni maa ko wahaan khade dekha. 

Uska chehra, jo abhi bhi doosre aadmi ke virya se ganda tha, chamakdar safed pad gaya. 

Usne muh khola lekin pehle kuchh shabd nahi nikle. Phir chhoti kaanpti awaaz mein usne kaha. 

“Maa… aap yahaan hain?” 

Dadi Zainab ne turant jawab nahi diya. Usne apni beti ke virya se dhage chehre ko dekha, phir uske peeche khade Gajendra ko, phir zameen par mere half neeche shorts aur haath mein phone ke saath. 








Uski chehre par dheere dheere wahi jaan kar muskaan laut aayi — wohi muskaan jo woh khidki se dekhte hue lagaaye hue thi. 

Hawa mein sex, paseena aur woh raaz ki khushboo bhari hui thi jo ab chhupe nahi reh sakte the. 

Aage kya hua, agle episode mein jaaniye. 

 

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Hum chaar log peeche ke aangan mein bahut der tak jaise paththar ban kar khade rahe. Dopahar ka suraj abhi bhi tez chamak raha tha lekin humare beech ki hawa bahut bhari aur ghaani thi. 


Meri maa ke chehre par abhi bhi mota safed virya laga hua tha kuch uske honton aur thodi par sookh raha tha aur thoda sa uske gaal par chamak raha tha. Uski gehri gulabi hijaab thodi tedhi ho gayi thi. 

Gajendra uske peeche khada tha uski safed kameez aadhi khuli hui thi uska lund abhi bhi uski safed nicker ke andar aadha khada sa dikhai de raha tha. 

Daadi Zainab ne hum teeno ko us dheere dheere samajh wali muskurahat ke saath dekha jo uske chehre par tab se lagi hui thi jab se usne khidki se jhaanka tha. 

Aur main zameen par thoda ajib pose mein baitha hua tha meri apni nicker abhi bhi ubhari hui thi mera mobile mere kaanpate haath mein tha. 

Maa sabse pehle boli uski awaaz bahut chhoti aur kaanpti hui thi. 

Ammi aap yahan hain. 

Daadi Zainab dheere se sar hilayi uski aankhein apni beti ke virya se bhare chehre se Gajendra ki taraf phir meri taraf gayin. Main kuch taaze aam laane aayi thi. Mujhe nahi pata tha tumhare yahan koi mehmaan hoga. 

Mehmaan shabd hawa mein ek bhari matlab ke saath latka raha. 

Hum sabne thode se ajib shabdon mein salaam kiya. 

Maa jaldi se Daadi ka haath pakad liya. Andar chalo Ammi bahar bahut garmi hai. Usne phir mujhe ya Gajendra ki taraf dekha nahi. 

Usne sirf mudkar Daadi ko ghar ki taraf le jaana shuru kiya abhi bhi uska haath mazbooti se pakde hue. Dono auratein chal kar door ho gayin mujhe aur Gajendra ko peeche ke aangan mein akela chhod kar. 

Kuch pal ke liye hum dono mein se kisi ne kuch nahi kaha. Gajendra ek sadha safed kameez pehne hue tha jo upar ke button khule hue the aur ek safed nicker jo uske mote lund ki moti line ko bilkul nahi chhupa pa rahi thi. 

Main wahan apne haath mein mobile liye khada tha apne aap ko bilkul khula mehsoos kar raha tha haalaanki meri nicker upar thi. 

Gajendra ne mujhe dekha. Uska chehra gambhir tha. Usne apna muh khola jaise woh kuch bahut zaroori baat kehne wala tha kuch niji shayad koi bada raaz. Uski aankhein seedhi meri aankhon mein utar gayin. 

Mujhe mehsoos ho raha tha ki woh mujhe kuch badi baat batana wala tha jo yeh samjhaata ki woh yahan kyun aaya tha meri maa itni kyun badal gayi thi shayad mere baap ke baare mein bhi kuch. 

Lekin uske kuch kehne se pehle humne phir kadmon ki awaaz suni. 

Daadi Zainab ghar se wapas aati hui aayi Gajendra ki fold ki hui patloon apne dono haathon mein liye hue. Woh andar sirf ek minute se bhi kam der ke liye gayi thi. 





Usne dono haathon se woh patloon uske saamne badha di lekin uski aankhein uske chehre par nahi thi. 

Woh neeche ki taraf thi saaf saaf uski safed nicker ke aage wale hisse par dekh rahi thi jahaan uska lund abhi bhi ek bahut bada ubhaar bana raha tha. 

Yeh lo usne dheere se kaha yeh tum andar bhool aaye the. 

Gajendra ne woh patloon uske haath se le li. 

Jab usne patloon ko khola toh hum dono ne saamne ki taraf safed dhabbe dekhe mote sookhe hue uske apne virya ke dhabbe jo pehle tab nikal aaye the jab meri maa uske lund ko apne muh mein choos rahi thi. 

Woh dhabbe dekhne se chhupe nahi ja sakte the. 

Daadi Zainab ne bhi woh dhabbe dekhe. Unhe dekh kar aankh churane ki bajaye usne ek chhoti si hanssi jaisi awaaz nikaali. 

Lagta hai kisi ne kaafi gandagi faila di usne kaha uski awaaz halki aur mazedaar thi. 

Daadi ne uska naam poocha aur Gajendra ne jawab diya ki woh meri maa ka dost hai. 

Woh dohre matlab ki baat kar rahi thi lekin hum sabko uska asli matlab samajh aa gaya tha. Tumhe apne kapdon ke saath aur savdhaan rehna chahiye beta safed kapda sab kuch saaf saaf dikha deta hai. 

Gajendra ek pal ke liye ruk gaya. Woh saaf taur par hairaan tha. 

Woh soch raha tha main uski aankhon mein dekh sakta tha ki kya meri daadi ko asal mein andar kya hua tha yeh pata tha. Kya usne sab kuch apni aankhon se dekha tha. Kya usne yeh samajh liya tha ki uski patloon par lage dhabbe uski apni beti ke muh ko uske lund se chodne ki wajah se aaye the. 

Main unke beech thoda ajib tarike se khada tha yeh nahi samajh pa raha tha ki apni nazar kahan lagaoon. Tanaav itna zyada tha ki main mushkil se saans le pa raha tha. 

Daadi ne wahan rok nahi lagaaya. Jab tak Gajendra abhi bhi dhabbe wali patloon pakde hue tha woh usko ghoorti rahi uski khuli hui safed kameez ke buttonon se uske chaude seene ki taraf uski safed nicker mein bane ubhaar ki taraf aur uski mazboot baahon ki taraf. 

Woh jaan boojh kar masti bhari harkatein kar rahi thi. Uski aankhein khelti hui thi aur lagbhag bhookhi si lag rahi thi. 

Har do char second mein woh phir se uske nicker wale hisse ki taraf jhaank leti aur phir jaldi se uske chehre par chhoti si muskurahat ke saath nazar daal leti. 

Maine apne mann mein socha usne uska bada lund dekha tha isliye woh aisa kar rahi thi. Usne dekha tha jab woh mota lamba lund meri maa ke muh ke andar tha tab kaisa dikhta tha. Kya bigdi hui daadi hai yeh. 

Yeh vichar mujhe bahut ajib mehsoos karwa raha tha ghin bhi aa rahi thi aur saath hi ek ajib si uttejna bhi ho rahi thi. 

Humara parivaar pehle se hi bahut gir chuka tha. Ab toh meri daadi bhi usi aadmi ke saath khule aam masti kar rahi thi jisne uski beti ke chehre par apna virya nikaal diya tha. 

Ek aur baat jo sab kuch aur kharab kar rahi thi Daadi Gajendra ke bahut kareeb khadi rahi. 

Usne patloon dene ke baad peeche nahi hatna tha woh wahi khadi rahi uski safed design wali dress hawa mein halke se lehrah rahi thi uski aankhein abhi bhi us masti wali chamak se bhari hui thi. 

Gajendra aakhir mein bol paaya uski awaaz thodi kadak thi. Shukriya aunty. 

Daadi ne aur badi muskurahat di. Mujhe shukriya dene ki koi zaroorat nahi beta mujhe pata hai mard log kabhi kabhi kaise hote hain hamesha cheezein peeche chhod jaate hain. 

Usne yeh dohre matlab ke saath kaha uski aankhein ek baar phir us patloon par lage virya ke dhabbon ki taraf chali gayin jo ab Gajendra pakde hue tha. 

Hum teeno ke beech ka ajib pal aur lamba hota gaya. Mujhe nahi pata tha apne haath kahan rakhun. 

Gajendra mujhpar baar baar nazar daal raha tha jaise woh abhi bhi mujhe kuch zaroori baat batana chahta tha lekin Daadi ke wahan khade hone ki wajah se nahi bol pa raha tha. 

Daadi Gajendra ko aise dekh rahi thi jaise woh yaad kar rahi thi ki uska lund uski beti ke muh mein kaise andar bahar ho raha tha. 

Phir Daadi ne phir se baat shuru ki uski awaaz meethi lekin usi masti wali dhvani ke saath. 

Andar aao aur dono chai pi lo maine taaze aam bhi laaye hain tumhe sab kuch hone ke baad pyaas lagi hogi. 

Woh poori tarah besharam aurat jaisi harkatein kar rahi thi. Jis tarah usne pyaas shabd kaha aur jis tarah usne uski nicker ki taraf dekha usse yeh saaf tha ki woh sirf chai ke baare mein nahi soch rahi thi. 

Woh aisa isliye kar rahi thi kyunki usne uska bada lund dekha tha aur usne uske andar kuch purani bhookh ko jaga diya tha wohi bhookh jo kai saal pehle Suraj naam ke aadmi ne usmein paida ki thi. 

Main lagbhag sun sakta tha meri maa abhi ghar ke andar kya soch rahi hogi. 

Woh shayad khidki se humein dekh rahi thi uska dil zor se dhadak raha tha is dar se ki uski apni maa sab kuch khol kar rakh degi ya baat ko aur bhi zyada uljha degi. 

Maa ne aaj pehle hi bahut bada khatra utha liya tha ab uski daadi usi aadmi ke saath khule aam masti kar rahi thi. 

Lekin Gajendra ne narmi se apna sar hilaya. 

Shukriya aunty lekin ab mujhe jaana hi hoga asal mein main jaane wala hi tha jab yeh sab ho gaya mere office mein kuch kaam pada hai. 

Usne yeh shaant awaaz mein kaha lekin main samajh sakta tha ki woh jaldi se yahan se nikalna chahta tha. 

Ek aur baat usne dhabbe wali patloon ko aise fold kiya tha ki safed dhabbe kisi ko dikhe nahi lekin hum sab jaante the ki woh dhabbe wahan hain. 

Is peeche ke aangan mein koi bhi yeh nahi jaanta tha ki asal mein kaun kitna jaanta hai. 

Daadi ab Maa aur Gajendra ke rishte ke baare mein jaanti thi usne apni aankhon se sab dekha tha. Maa jaanti thi ki uski daadi ne sab kuch dekha hai. Main sabke baare mein bahut zyada jaanta tha. 

Gajendra nahi jaanta tha ki Daadi ne asal mein kitna kuch dekha tha aur woh kitna mazaa le rahi thi is baat ka. 

Aur Daadi nahi jaanti thi ki main poora time bahar se hi dekh raha tha. Raaz ab ek ke upar ek is tarah jama hue the jaise koi khatarnak khel chal raha ho. 

Ghar ke andar main baithne wale kamre ki khidki se meri maa ko dekh sakta tha. Woh bahut jaldi jaldi aur ghabrahat ke saath har taraf hil rahi thi. 

Main bilkul jaanta tha ki woh kya saaf kar rahi thi woh jagahen jahaan Gajendra ka virya pehle uske muh aur sharir se zameen par gir pada tha. 

Woh bahut tez tez pochh rahi thi uska sar neeche tha saboot ko jaldi se mitaane ki koshish mein thi pehle kisi aur ke dekh lene se pehle. Isliye woh itni bechaini se saaf kar rahi thi. 

Daadi aakhir mein thoda sa peeche hati lekin usse pehle usne Gajendra ko ek aakhri lambi nazar de di. 

Agli baar milenge usne dheere se kaha anjaan mat rehna. 

Gajendra ne sar hilaya aur apni patloon apni safed nicker ke upar pehenna shuru kar diya. Woh ab bilkul jaldi mein tha. 

Tabhi meri maa jaldi se peeche ke aangan mein wapas aayi. Woh seedha Daadi ke paas pahunchi aur uska haath phir se pakad liya narmi se lekin mazbooti ke saath. 

Ammi andar chalo bahar bahut garmi hai aapko aise suraj mein khade nahi hona chahiye. 

Maa saaf taur par Daadi ko Gajendra se alag karne ki koshish mein thi. 

Shayad woh kuch chhupana chahti thi shayad is baat se dar rahi thi ki uski maa aur bhi zyada baatien khol degi ya shayad woh Daadi ko yahan se door le jaana chahti thi pehle hi cheezein aur bigad jaayein. 

Jab Maa Daadi ko ghar ki taraf le jaane lagi dono ne mud kar Gajendra ko haath hilaya. 

Apna khayal rakhna beta Daadi ne awaaz di uski awaaz abhi bhi masti wali thi. 

Maa ne jaldi kaha gaadi chalate waqt savdhaani se chalana Gajendra bhai. 

Lekin jaise hi woh chal rahi thi Maa ne Daadi ke kaan ke paas jhuk kar ek dheemi lekin jaldi wali awaaz mein kaha jo main abhi bhi sun pa raha tha. 

Ammi please doosre mardon ke saamne aisi harkatein mat karna khaas kar iske saamne yeh theek nahi hai tum baat ko aur mushkil bana rahi ho. 






Daadi sirf muskurayi aur Maa ke haath par haath rakh diya. Usne koi vaada nahi kiya. 

Maa ne andar jaane se pehle ek aakhri baar meri taraf dekha. 

Zaid ab andar aa jao usne kaha uski awaaz thaki hui lekin mazboot thi. Garmi mein bahar mat khade raho. 

Main Gajendra ke saath ek second aur khada raha. 

Woh abhi bhi aisa lag raha tha jaise woh mujhe kuch zaroori baat batana chahta tha lekin woh mauka beet chuka tha. Daadi ne beech mein aa kar rok diya tha aur ab Maa mujhe andar bula rahi thi. 

Gajendra ne mujhe ek chhota sa sar hilaya uska chehra kuch samajh nahi aa raha tha. 

Hum baad mein baat karenge usne dheere se kaha. 

Phir woh mud gaya aur apni gaadi ki taraf chal pada abhi bhi apni dhabbe wali patloon apne haath mein liye hue. 

Mainne usko jaate hue dekha phir dheere se ghar ke andar chala gaya mera dimag un sab baaton se ghum raha tha jo abhi kuch hi der pehle peeche ke aangan mein hui thi. 

Raaz ab chhupe nahi the ab woh sirf alag alag logon ke paas the. 

Usi shaam ko suraj doobne ke baad aur poora ghar ek ajeeb si khamoshi mein doobne ke baad meri maa ne lamba snaan liya. Maine paani ko aadhe ghante tak behate hue suna. 

Jab woh finally bahar aayi toh usne apni aam resham ki laal nicker pehen li thi jo uski kamar aur jaanghon par chipak rahi thi ek matching gehri laal resham ki kameez jo upar se thodi khuli hui thi aur uski aam gehri gulabi hijaab ko theek se pin kiya hua tha. 

Woh taaza aur saaf lag rahi thi jaise koi aam maa ghar par ek shaant shaam ke liye taiyaar ho rahi ho. Uski sabun aur shampoo ki meethi khushboo poore corridor mein fail rahi thi. 

Usne rasoi ghar mein kuch der snacks banane mein bitaya chhoti thaliyon mein samosa pakode aur kaate hue phal. 

Woh shaant harkaton se kaam kar rahi thi thodi si gun gunati hui jaise pehle kuch bhi ajib nahi hua tha. 

Uske baad usne biscuit ki ek chhoti thali aur thande doodh ka ek gilaas mere sone ke kamre mein le aayi. 

Main apne bistar par baitha tha apne mobile ko bina kuch dekhe scroll kar raha tha abhi bhi dopahar ki saari baatein apne dimag mein ghuma raha tha. 

Jab usne dheere se knock kiya aur andar aayi usne thali aur gilaas ko mere padhne wali mez par ek narmi bhari muskurahat ke saath rakh diya. 

Kuch kha lo beta usne kaha uski awaaz narmi se bhari hui thi aur maa jaisi thi. Aaj tumne theek se dopahar ka khaana nahi kiya yeh biscuit wohi hain jo tumhe pasand hain. 


 


Us pal mein usne mujhe maa jaisa hi mehsoos karwaya. Haalaanki woh kuch hi ghante pehle ghutno ke bal baith kar doosre aadmi ke lund ko choos rahi thi, haalaanki uska chehra uske virya se bhara hua tha, aur haalaanki uski apni maa ne usko is kaam mein pakad liya tha, phir bhi woh mere kamre mein aayi jaise koi mamta wali maa aati hai. 

Ek aur baat jo mujhe chhoo gayi woh yeh thi ki usne mujhe kis tarah dekha — na sharm se, na dar se, balki usi dheemi aur surakshit mamta se jaisa woh hamesha karti thi. 

Jaise woh apne andar us hisse ko sambhale rakhna chahti thi jo abhi bhi sirf meri maa thi, jabki uski zindagi ka baaki hissa bilkul alag ho chuka tha. Isne poori sthiti ko aur bhi uljha hua aur pareshan karne wala bana diya. 

Maine dheere se uska shukriya ada kiya. Woh kuch pal wahan khadi rahi, phir mere bistar ke kinare par baith gayi. 

Zaid… usne shuru kiya, uski awaaz sambhali hui thi. Kya tum pehle peeche ke aangan mein poora time the? Jab… jab yeh sab hua? 

Maine uski taraf dekha aur apna sar hilaya. Nahi Ammi. Main dukaan se wapas aa raha tha jab mujhe awaazein sunai di. Main zyada der nahi ruka. 

Usne kuch seconds tak mere chehre ko ghoora. Main samajh sakta tha ki woh mujhpar poori tarah vishwas nahi kar rahi, lekin usne turant kuch nahi kaha. 

Tumne… kuch dekha? usne agla sawal kiya. Uski awaaz dheemi thi, lagbhag hichkichati hui. 

Maine bilkul jaanta tha ki uska matlab kya tha. Woh poochh rahi thi ki kya maine usko Gajendra ke saath dekha tha, kya maine usko ghutno ke bal dekha tha, kya maine daadi ko dekhne wali dekha tha. Lekin maine phir se inkaar kar diya. 

Nahi Ammi. Maine kuch nahi dekha. 

Maine isliye jhooth bola kyunki sach ko awaaz dekar bolna sab kuch us tarike se asli bana deta jiske liye main taiyaar nahi tha. 

Yeh maanna ki maine apni maa ko us halat mein dekha tha, ki maine usko doosre aadmi ke lund ko chooste hue dekha tha aur phir uski apni maa ke pakde jaane ko dekha tha, hum dono ke beech kuch aisa tod deta jise shayad theek nahi kiya ja sakta. 

Ek hissa mera uski sharm aur badhaana nahi chahta tha. Aur ek aur, andhera hissa mera nahi chahta tha ki woh jaane ki main usse uttejit ho gaya tha. Isliye maine jhooth bola, aur woh abhi ke liye us jhooth ko maan gayi. 

Usne chhota sa sar hilaya, phir uth kar khadi ho gayi. Theek hai. Apne biscuit khao. Main baithne wale kamre mein Ammi ke saath hoon. 

Woh mere kamre se nikal gayi aur wapas jaakar daadi Zainab ke saath baith gayi. 

Dono sofa par baith kar TV par koi purana drama dekh rahi thi, awaaz dheemi rakhi hui thi. 

Mere bedroom ke thode se khule darwaze se main TV ki awaazein aur unki kabhi kabhi dheemi baatein sun sakta tha. 

Meri maa ka dimag wahan baithte hue bhi tez chal raha tha. Woh soch rahi thi ki kya daadi ne asal mein sab kuch saaf saaf dekha tha — jis tarah woh Gajendra ke lund ko choos rahi thi, uske chehre par virya, aur jis tarah woh apne hi ghar mein poori randi jaisi harkatein kar rahi thi. 

Maa (baithne wale kamre ki chhoti mez par chai ke do cup aur biscuit ki thali rakh kar): Lo Ammi. Maine aapke liye chai banayi hai. Aur kuch biscuit bhi. 

Woh apni maa ke saamne wale sofa par baith jaati hai, normal dikhne ki koshish karti hui. Uska chehra abhi bhi thoda laal hai aur woh apni odhni ko baar baar theek kar rahi hai. 

Daadi Zainab (chai ka cup utha kar): Shukriya beta. Chai ki khushboo achhi aa rahi hai. 

Woh thoda sa chusakti hai aur baithne wale kamre ko shaant nazar se dekhti hai. 

Maa: Aapko yahan kaisa lag raha hai Ammi? Ghar… kya yeh aapke liye theek hai? 

Daadi Zainab: Achha hai. Shaant. Tumhare sasur ka ghar bhi theek hai, lekin yeh zyada khula khula lagta hai. Mujhe peeche ka aangan bhi pasand aaya. 

Maa (thodi si muskurahat ke saath): Mujhe khushi hui ki aapko pasand aaya. Main soch rahi thi ki kal agar aap chahein toh bahar le jaaun. 

Daadi Zainab: Dekhenge. Har cheez ka plan karne ki zaroorat nahi. Mujhe aise hi baithna bhi achha lag raha hai. 

Woh phir se chai chusakti hai aur biscuit ka chhota tukda khaati hai. Thodi der ke liye ek aaram bhara sannata chha jaata hai. 

Maa: Ammi… Suraj kaisa hai? Aapne unko pichhle hafte mila tha na? Unhone mujhe message kiya tha ki woh aapko milne aaye the. 

Daadi Zainab: Suraj theek hai. Usne tumhare baare mein bahut poocha. Usne kaha ki tum aajkal unko zyada call nahi karti. 

Maa (thodi si sharmindagi ke saath): Mujhe pata hai… main busy thi. Main aaj raat unko call kar lungi. 

Daadi Zainab: Tumhe karna chahiye. Achhe dost zaroori hote hain. Woh poochh raha tha ki ghar par sab theek toh hai na. 

Maa: Sab theek hai Ammi. Bas normal baatein hain. 

Maa apni chai chusakti hai. Daadi kuch seconds tak usko chupchaap dekhti rehti hai. 

Daadi Zainab: Tumne kaha tha ki tumhe itni jaldi aane ki ummeed nahi thi. 

Maa: Haan… maine socha tha ki aap agle hafte hi aayengi. Isliye jab maine darwaze par aapko dekha toh thodi hairaan ho gayi thi. 

Daadi Zainab: Mujhe ticket jaldi mil gaye isliye maine socha aaj hi kyun na aa jaayein. Tumhare baap ne bhi kaha ki abhi jaao. 

Daadi apna cup neeche rakhti hai aur apni beti ko zyada dhyan se dekhti hai. 

Daadi Zainab: Shahida… jab main aayi thi, maine tumhare chehre par kuch dekha tha. 

Maa (jaldi se apna gaal chhoote hue): Mere chehre par? Kya? 

Daadi Zainab: Kuch safed si cheez. Honton ke paas aur thodi si gaal par bhi. Woh chamak rahi thi. 

Maa (sochne ka natak karti hui): Safed cheez? Shayad woh subah lagaya hua face cream tha. Kabhi kabhi main usko saaf karna bhool jaati hoon. 

Daadi Zainab: Face cream? Woh cream jaisa nahi lag raha tha. Woh mota tha. 

Maa: Shayad chai banate waqt doodh gir gaya ho. Main jaldi mein thi. 

Daadi Zainab: Doodh chehre par aise nahi rukta beta. Aur woh sirf muh ke paas nahi tha. Thoda sa tumhari hijaab par bhi tha. 

Maa (jaldi se apni hijaab ko saaf karti hui haalaanki ab kuch nahi tha): Shayad maine galti se haath laga diya ho. Dopahar mein main thoda dahi bhi kha rahi thi. 

Daadi Zainab: Dahi? Tum hijaab pehen kar dahi kha rahi thi? 

Maa: Haan… kabhi kabhi main aise hi kha leti hoon. Main jaldi mein thi. 

Maa ke haath thode se kaanp rahe hain jab woh apna cup pakde hue hai. Daadi yeh dekhti hai lekin abhi kuch nahi kehti. 

Daadi Zainab: Shahida… agar tumhe kuch batana hai toh bata sakti ho. Main tumhari maa hoon. Main tumhara faisla nahi karungi. 

Maa (apne cup ki taraf dekhte hue): Batane wali koi baat nahi hai Ammi. Sab normal hai. 

Daadi Zainab: Normal? Phir tum towel mein kyun thi jab tumhara pati wapas aaya? Aur Gajendra yahan paseena paseena kyun baitha tha? 

Maa (jaldi se): Maine toh bataya tha… main snaan kar rahi thi. Aur Gajendra Hussein se milne aaya tha. Hum bas baat kar rahe the. 

Daadi Zainab: Baat kar rahe the? Sone ke kamre mein? 

Maa: Nahi… hum baithne wale kamre mein hi the. Shayad aapne galat dekha. 

Daadi Zainab (thoda jhuk kar): Beta… maine saaf saaf dekha. Tum ghutno ke bal baithi thi. Aur tumhare chehre par safed cheez lagi hui thi. Main andhi nahi hoon. 

Maa (awaaz thodi kaanpti hui): Ammi… please. Aap galat samajh rahi hain. Main bas kuch saaf kar rahi thi. 

Daadi Zainab: Saaf kar rahi thi? Apne muh se? 

Daadi ki awaaz shaant hai lekin usmein ek ajib si, lagbhag masti wali dhvani aa gayi hai. 

Daadi Zainab: Shahida… woh safed cheez… bilkul ek mard ke… jaisi lag rahi thi. 

Maa (usko beech mein rokti hui, chehra laal hota hua): Ammi! Aisi baatein mat kijiye please. Aisa kuch nahi tha. 

Daadi Zainab: Phir batao woh kya tha. Main sun rahi hoon. 

Maa (hachakate hue): Woh… woh kuch lotion tha. Main aapke aane se pehle apne chehre par lotion laga rahi thi. 

Daadi Zainab: Chehre par lotion lagate waqt zameen par ghutno ke bal? Muuh khole hue? 

Maa (sar hilate hue): Main ghutno ke bal nahi thi. Aapne galat dekha. Main bas kuch uthane ke liye jhuk rahi thi. 

Daadi Zainab: Shahida… main wahan kuch der khadi rahi. Maine sab kuch dekha. Jis tarah tum apna sar hila rahi thi… awaazein bhi aa rahi thi. 

Maa (awaaz phat-ti hui): Ammi… ruk jao. Please. Aap kuch soch rahi hain. 

Daadi Zainab: Main kuch nahi soch rahi. Mujhe pata hai maine kya dekha. Tum uske lund ko bhookhi aurat ki tarah choos rahi thi. 

Maa (apna chai ka cup girne wali haalat mein, haath saaf saaf kaanp rahe hain): Nahi! Main aisa nahi kar rahi thi! Aap galat samajh rahi hain Ammi. Main apni zindagi ki kasam khaati hoon. 

Daadi Zainab: Phir tumhari awaaz itni kaanp kyun rahi hai? Tum mujhse aankh kyun nahi mila pa rahi ho? 

Maa: Kyunki aap apni beti ke baare mein itni sharamnak baatein bol rahi hain! Main kaise normal reh sakti hoon? 

Daadi Zainab (dheere lekin mazbooti se): Kyunki maine apni aankhon se dekha hai beta. Tum inkaar karti raho, lekin mujhe pata hai maine kya dekha. Tum apne pati ke ghar mein Gajendra ke lund ko choos rahi thi. 

Maa apna chehra dono haathon se chhupati hai, uska sharir kaanp raha hai. Daadi chupchaap usko dekhti rehti hai, intezaar karti hui. 






Daadi Zainab (apni beti ko chehra chhupate aur kaanpte hue dekhte hue): Shahida… apna chehra chhupana band karo. Mujhe dekho. 

Maa dheere dheere apne haath neeche karti hai. Uski aankhein laal aur geeli hain. Daadi sofa par peeche let jaati hai, uska chehra gehre se kuch naram hota hua… aur thoda sa masti bhara. 

Daadi Zainab: Main tumse sach kahungi beta. Jab maine tumhe ghutno ke bal… uske lund ko khidki se chooste hue dekha… main turant nahi gayi. 

Maa (awaaz chhoti): Ammi… 

Daadi Zainab: Main wahan khadi rahi aur dekhti rahi. Kuch der ke liye. Main nazar nahi hata paayi. 

Maa (hairaan): Aapne… dekha? 

Daadi Zainab: Haan. Maine dekha ki tum usko kitna andar le rahi thi. Jis tarah tum uske lund ke aaspaas siski le rahi thi. Tum bilkul mazze mein lag rahi thi. 

Maa (chehra phir se laal): Ammi… aisi baat mat kijiye please. 

Daadi Zainab (chhoti si masti bhari muskurahat ke saath): Kyun nahi? Main bas wohi bata rahi hoon jo maine dekha. Tum usko aise choos rahi thi jaise tumhe bahut dinon se theek se na chodwaya gaya ho. 

Maa (neeche dekhte hue, awaaz kaanpti hui): Main… main nahi jaanti kya kahoon. 

Daadi Zainab: Tumhe kuch kehne ki zaroorat nahi. Maine pehle hi sab kuch dekh liya. Jis tarah tum apna sar hila rahi thi… jis tarah tum apni jeebh se kaam le rahi thi… yeh saaf tha ki tumhe yeh pasand aa raha tha. 

Thodi der ke liye sannata chha jaata hai. Maa apni odhni se khelti rehti hai, apni maa ki aankhon se nazar nahi mila paati. 

Daadi Zainab: Yeh normal hai Shahida. 

Maa (jaldi se upar dekhte hue): Normal? Yeh kaise normal ho sakta hai? 

Daadi Zainab: Bahut si shaadi shuda auratein aisa karti hain. Unki zarooratein hoti hain. Unke pati hamesha unhe santusht nahi kar paate. Isliye woh koi aur dhoondh leti hain. Aur Gajendra ka lund bada hai jo tumhe achhe se santusht karta hai. 

Maa: Lekin main aapki beti hoon… aur aapne mujhe aisi sharamnak cheez karte hue dekha. 

Daadi Zainab: Maine apni beti ko pehli baar ek asli aurat ki tarah behave karte hue dekha. Na ki us achhi, shaant biwi ki tarah jaisa tum sabke saamne dikhati ho. 

Maa (bachaawat ke andaaz mein): Main natak nahi kar rahi. 

Daadi Zainab (aage jhuk kar, awaaz dheemi): Haan tum kar rahi ho. Mere saamne, apne pati ke saamne, samaaj ke saamne… tum ek achhi, ..,. _ biwi ka natak karti ho. Lekin aaj maine asli tumhe dekha. Tum ek randi ho Shahida. Ek lund ki bhookhi randi. 

Maa (dheemi si siskari ke saath): Ammi! 

Daadi Zainab (thodi si muskurahat ke saath): Kya? Main bas wohi keh rahi hoon jo maine dekha. Tum doosre aadmi ke lund ko aise choos rahi thi jaise uske liye bhookhi ho. Yeh koi shaant biwi ka vyavhaar nahi hai. 

Maa (awaaz kaanpti hui): Main… main apne aap ko rok nahi paayi. Gajendra… woh mujhe aise mehsoos karwata hai jo Hussein kabhi nahi kar paata. 

Daadi Zainab: Batao mujhe. 

Maa: Woh… woh mujhe bahut achhe se chodta hai. Meri har jagah. Mere muh mein… meri chut mein… meri gaand mein bhi. Woh mujhe aise failata hai jaisa maine pehle kabhi mehsoos nahi kiya. 

Daadi Zainab: Aur tumhe yeh pasand hai? 

Maa (dheere dheere sar hilate hue, aankhein neeche): Mujhe bahut pasand hai. Main uske lund ke baare mein sochti rehti hoon. Jab main ,,., padh rahi hoti hoon… tab bhi main uske baare mein sochti hoon. 

Daadi Zainab: Toh tum asal mein ek randi ho. 

Maa (aansoo girte hue): Haan… main hoon. Main uske liye ek randi ban gayi hoon. Mujhe pata hai yeh galat hai. Mujhe pata hai yeh haram hai. Lekin main ruk nahi paati. 

Daadi Zainab: Aur phir bhi tum apne pati aur bete ke saamne ek achhi biwi banne ka natak karti ho? 

Maa: Mujhe karna padta hai. Aur kya kar sakti hoon? 

Daadi Zainab: Ab tumhe sharm aa rahi hai kyunki maine tumhe pakad liya. Lekin andar se tum yeh sab karna chahti ho. 

Maa: Haan… lekin mujhe bahut sharm aati hai. 

Daadi Zainab: Sharm isliye hai kyunki tum abhi bhi do alag alag insaan banne ki koshish kar rahi ho. Ek achhi biwi aur ek randi. 






Daadi Zainab: Shahida… maine bhi tumhare baap ke saath dhokha kiya tha. 

Maa (upar dekhte hue, hairaan): Kya? 

Daadi Zainab: Pichhle teen mahine se. Suraj ke saath. Woh kasai ki dukaan chalata hai hamare ghar ke paas. 

Maa (dang reh jaati hui): Suraj…? 

Daadi Zainab: Haan. Hum regularly milte hain. Kabhi uski dukaan band hone ke baad, kabhi uske dost ke khali flat mein. 

Maa (abhi bhi samajh nahi paati hui): Aap… aur Suraj? 

Daadi Zainab: Haan. Woh mujhse kaafi chhota hai. Lekin woh ek aurat ko kaise santusht karna hai yeh jaanta hai. 

Maa (awaaz dheemi): Ammi… mujhe pehle se pata tha. 

Daadi Zainab (hairaan): Tumhe pata tha? 

Maa: Maine ek baar dekha tha. Jab main pichhle mahine aayi thi. Maine tumhe aur Suraj ko uski dukaan ke peeche chumte hue dekha. Main chillane wali thi lekin… main chup rahi. 

Daadi Zainab: Tumne humein dekha? 

Maa: Haan. Maine kuch nahi kaha kyunki… mujhe nahi pata tha main kaise react karoon. 

Daadi Zainab: Aur tumne tumhare baap ko nahi bataya? 

Maa: Nahi. Main nahi bata paayi. 

Daadi Zainab: Achha kiya. Kyunki jo main Suraj ke saath rakhti hoon woh sirf mere liye hai. Bilkul jaise jo tum Gajendra ke saath rakhti ho woh sirf tumhare liye hona chahiye. 

Maa (hairaan): Aap… aap chahti hain ki main Gajendra ke saath jaari rakhoon? 

Daadi Zainab: Haan. Chhup kar. Savdhaani se. Lekin haan. Mat rokna. 

Maa: Lekin… Zaid aur Hussein… 

Daadi Zainab: Unko pata nahi chalna chahiye. Kabhi bhi. Jo unko pata nahi chalta unko dukh nahi hota. Tum bahar se ek achhi biwi aur maa ban sakti ho, aur andar se Gajendra se jo tumhe chahiye woh le sakti ho. 

Maa: Ammi… mujhe yakeen nahi ho raha ki aap yeh keh rahi hain. 

Daadi Zainab: Kyun nahi? Main khud yahi kar rahi hoon. Shaadi shuda auraton ko unke pati jo de sakte hain usse zyada chahiye hota hai. Khaas kar jab pati kamzor ya beemar ho jaise Hussein. 

Maa: Lekin yeh galat hai… 

Daadi Zainab: Yeh sirf tab galat hai jab pakdi jaao. Agar tum samajhdaar rahogi toh koi kabhi nahi jaan paayega. Tum Gajendra se milti rah sakti ho. Usse jab chahe apne lund se tumhe chodne do. Agar tumhe bachche hone ka dar ho toh suraksha ka upay kar lena. Lekin mat rokna. 

Maa: Aap sach mein chahti hain ki main jaari rakhoon? 

Daadi Zainab: Mujhe pata hai tumhe jaari rakhna chahiye. Kyunki maine dekha tha ki tumhe kitna mazaa aa raha tha. Tum jaise aurat ko ek aadmi chahiye jo usko theek se chod sake. Gajendra woh aadmi hai. Tum uski randi ho. 

Maa: Aur aap… aap Suraj se bhi milti rahengi? 

Daadi Zainab: Haan bilkul. Woh kabhi kabhi ghar aata hai jab tumhara baap nahi hota. Hum mere sone ke kamre mein karte hain. 

Maa (dheere se): Toh hum dono ek hi cheez kar rahe hain. 

Daadi Zainab: Haan. Hum dono randi hain beta. Farak sirf itna hai ki maine ise maan liya hai. Tum abhi bhi isse lad rahi ho. 

Maa sannate mein baithi rehti hai, apni maa ko ghoorti hui. Daadi aage badh kar uska haath narmi se pakad leti hai. 

Daadi Zainab: Ab isse mat lado Shahida. Iska mazaa lo. Gajendra ko jitna chahe tumhe chodne do. Bas savdhaan rehna. Aur kabhi apne pati ya bete ko pata mat lagne dena. 

 

Mere kamre se yeh baat sun kar main bilkul hairaan reh gaya. Meri apni daadi meri maa ko uske Gajendra ke saath chakkar ko jaari rakhne ke liye uksa rahi thi — aur sirf jaari rakhne ke liye nahi, balki usmein aur bhi besharam hone ke liye. 

Us pal mujhe yeh samajh aa gaya ki daadi Zainab meri maa se bhi zyada badi randi ban chuki thi. 

Unke paas Suraj ke saath apna rishta chhupane ke saalon ka anubhav tha. Unhone uske liye suar ka maans bhi khaaya tha. 

Woh kai mahino se mere daada ji ke saath dhokha kar rahi thi aur ab tak pakdi nahi gayi thi. 

Meri maa ne shayad yeh sab vyavhaar apni maa ko chhoti umar mein dekh kar hi seekha tha. 

Ek aur baat jo is baat ko aur saaf kar deti thi: daadi us vishwas ke saath baat kar rahi thi jaise woh pehle se hi bahut gandi gandi cheezein kar chuki ho aur unka mazaa le chuki ho. 

Daadi ne phir ek aisi baat kahi jis se meri maa ki aankhein khul gayi. 

Use abhi bulao Shahida. Abhi usko aane ko bolo. Tumne pehle sirf uska lund choosa tha. Yeh kaafi nahi hai. Tumhe usse poori tarah se chudwaana chahiye. Itna bada lund tumhare andar jaane ke layak hai, sirf tumhare muh mein nahi. 

Maa hairaan reh gayi. Uska dimag bilkul uljha hua tha. 

Ek hissa uska gehri sharm mehsoos kar raha tha ki uski apni maa ne usko us halat mein dekha tha aur ab usko aur zyada karne ke liye dabaav daal rahi thi. 

Doosra hissa usmein ek khatarnak uttejna ki chingaari mehsoos kar raha tha ki Gajendra ko wapas bula kar usse poori tarah se chudwaane ka khayal. 

Lekin zyadatar woh pareshan mehsoos kar rahi thi. Itne saal se chhupe hue saare raaz achanak khul kar saamne aa gaye the — daadi ko pata chal gaya tha, shayad mujhe bhi pata tha, aur baap ke saath khatra abhi bhi hawa mein latak raha tha. 

Woh nahi samajh pa rahi thi ki in sabko kaise sambhaale. 

Daadi ne aage kaha, Main aaj raat Suraj ke ghar wapas ja rahi hoon. Mujhe bhi chudwaana hai. Aaj tumhe dekh kar mujhe yaad aa gaya ki mujhe andar ek asli mard ki kitni zaroorat hai. Suraj hamesha jaanta hai ki mujhe kaise sambhaalna hai. 

Maa ne koi jhagda nahi kiya. Usne sirf dheere dheere sar hilaya, uski awaaz dheemi thi. Theek hai Ammi… jo aapko karna hai karo. 

Daadi ne santusht ho kar sar hilaya aur uth kar khadi ho gayi. Achha. Ab Gajendra ko call karo. Time mat barbaad karo. 

Kuch der baad, jab daadi Suraj ke ghar jaane ke liye nikal chuki thi, meri maa ne call kiya. 

Gajendra aadhe ghante ke andar hi hamare ghar aa gaya. 

Woh peeche ke darwaze se chupke se andar aaya, abhi bhi wahi safed kameez aur safed nicker pehne hue tha jo usne pehle pehni thi, haalaanki usne apni patloon badal li thi. 

Maa usse baithne wale kamre mein mili. Woh ghabrai hui lag rahi thi lekin mazboot bhi. 

Tum wapas aa gaye, usne dheere se kaha. 

Main tumhara message ka intezaar kar raha tha, Gajendra ne jawab diya. 

Usne ghar ke aaspaas dekha, phir dheemi awaaz mein poocha, Tumhari maa… usko pata hai na? Jis tarah woh pehle mujhe dekh rahi thi… mujhe lagta hai usne sab kuch dekh liya tha. 

Maa is baare mein baat nahi karna chahti thi. Us din jo saare raaz khul kar saamne aa gaye the — daadi ke pakadne, shayad mere dekhne, baap ke saath khatre, aur ab daadi ke khule aam uksaane — ne usko bilkul pareshan kar diya tha. 

Woh inmein se kisi baat par baat nahi karna chahti thi. Woh sirf sochna band karna chahti thi. 

Jawab dene ki bajaye woh achanak aage badhi aur uspar chadh gayi. 

Uske haath uske gale ke aaspaas lapet gaye, aur usne usko zor se, bechaini ke saath chum liya. 






Gajendra sirf ek second ke liye hairaan hua phir usne turant samajh liya ki usko kya chahiye. Usne bhi usko wapas chuma, uske haath uski kamar ko uski resham ki laal nicker ke upar se pakad lete hue. 

Woh jaanta tha ki usko kya chahiye bina uske kuch bole. Usne usko thoda sa upar uthaya aur usko peeche ki taraf rasoi ghar ke counter ki taraf le gaya. Jaise hi uski peeth counter ke kinare se lagi, usne uske kapde utaarne shuru kar diye. 

Usne uski resham ki laal kameez ke button dheere dheere khole, uske stan dikhate hue. 






Usne uski resham ki laal nicker ka zip neeche kiya aur unhe zameen par girne diya. Uski gehri gulabi hijaab wahan lagi rahi — yeh hamesha in palon mein uske sar par hi rehti thi. 

Lekin usse aage badhne se pehle, Gajendra thoda peeche hata aur uski taraf dekha. 

Abhi nahi, usne kaha, uski awaaz kadak thi. Pehle main tumhara muh chahta hoon. Ghutno ke bal baitho. 

Maa ne koi jhagda nahi kiya. Woh turant wahan rasoi ghar ki zameen par ghutno ke bal baith gayi. Meri maa ko yeh bhi parwah nahi thi ki main ghar mein hi tha. Kya woh yeh jaanne ke liye taiyaar thi ki woh apne pati ke saath dhokha kar rahi hai? 

Usne uski nicker ki taraf haath badhaya, uske saath uski underwear ko neeche kheench liya, aur uske abhi se khade lund ko apne haathon mein le liya. 

Usne ek baar uski taraf upar dekha, phir apna muh khola aur usko andar le liya. 

Usne usko usi puri tarah se choosa jaise usne pehle dikhaya tha — gehre, mulayam dhakke, uski jeebh neeche wale hisse par kaam karti hui, ek haath neeche ki taraf hilata hua jabki doosra haath uske ando ko narmi se pakde hue tha. 

Geeli awaazein shaant rasoi ghar mein goonj rahi thi. Woh har baar apna sar hilate hue usko aur gehra le rahi thi, uski hijaab thodi si hil rahi thi is harkat ke saath. 

Gajendra siski bhara aur apna ek haath uske sar par rakh diya, dheere se uski harkat ko sambhaalte hue. 

Jaise hi woh ek achhi tarah se chalti hui laya mein aa rahi thi, usko poori dhyan se choosti hui, ghar ka aage wala darwaza achanak khul gaya. 

Mere baap ki awaaz andar se aayi. 






Shahida? Main aa gaya hoon.… 

Darwaze ke band hone ki awaaz poore ghar mein goonj gayi. 

Agla hissa mein dekhte hain ki aage kya hua.