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[Deepak_bull]

CHAPTER 1


Hamari family






Hello doston, main phir se ek nayi kahani ke saath wapas aaya hoon. Mujhe bahut acha laga ki aapne meri pehli kahani ko itna pyar diya. Is baat ko dhyan mein rakh kar maine faisla kiya hai ki ek bilkul nayi kahani likhoon. Maze le. 

Namaskar, mera naam Rizwan Qureshi hai. Main hamesha apne ghar mein sabse zinda dil raha hoon — woh ladka jo ghar ke andar idhar udhar koodta hai, badi muskurahat ke saath, kaam mein madad karta hai, dinner par mazaak karta hai aur sabko pyar mehsoos karata hai. Log jo mujhse milte hain sochte hain ki main perfect beta hoon, woh qism ka beta jise har _ maa-baap paalna chahte hain: adab wala, ..,., har tareef par “Jazak,.' khair” kehne ko tayyar. 

Lekin is saari energy aur achhe ladke ke natak ke neeche kuchh bahut andhera chhupa hua hai, jo main saalon se duniya se chhupaye hue hoon. Yeh us kahani ki shuruaat hai ki kaise sab shuru hua, kaise hamara dikhta hua perfect aur deendar ghar woh raaz chhupaye hue tha jo sabse pavitra chachiyon ko bhi behosh kar de. Yeh sab shuru hota hai un do logon se jo sab kuchh banate the — mere abbu aur Ammi — aur us zindagi se jo humne saath banayi thi usse pehle ki sab badal gaya. 

Pehle main aapko apni Ammi ka parichay deta hoon, kyonki sach mein ghar mein sab kuchh unhi ke ird-gird ghumta hai. Unka naam Minal Qureshi hai aur umar chalis saal hai, lekin agar aap unhe dekhoge to yakeen nahi hoga. 

Woh aisi lagti hain jaise kisi purane Mughal kalakar ke khwab se nikli hon — zamane se pare, shaan wali aur itni haseen ki poori veil aur modest abaya mein bhi bazaar ke mard ek nazar daal kar jaldi nazar hata lete the… izzat se ya shayad apne khayalon ki sharm se. 

Unki haseen hone ki wajah sirf ek cheez nahi, poora package hai, har hissa soft aur auratana chamak se bhara jo apni perfection mein almost haram mehsoos hota hai. Unka chehra oval shape ka hai, unche gaal jo muskurane par roshni pakad lete hain, aur chamdi itni smooth aur gori ki subah ki dhoop mein taaza malai ki tarah chamakti hai. 

Unki aankhein badi aur badam shape ki hain, gehra hazel rang jo Fajr ke baad Quran padhte waqt garam aur imaan se chamakti hain. Woh aankhein hamesha logon mein sabse achha dekhne wali nazar rakhti hain, chahe zindagi kitni mushkil ho. 

Unki bhaunhein naturally arched aur moti hain jo unke expressions ko elegant izzat deti hain, aur unke bhare hue honth — are yaar, woh naturally gulabi aur moti hain, woh qism ke jo jab woh mujhe ya abbu ko din bhar ke baad tasalli dete hain to sabse naram aur bharose wali muskurahat ban jaate hain. 

Lekin unki haseen sirf chehre tak nahi rukti. Meri Ammi ka jism aisa hai jo farishton ko bhi jalaa de, ek bhari hui auratana shakl jo modest kapdon ke neeche bhi femininity chillati hai. Main unhe upar se neeche tak bayan karta hoon kyonki har inch mere dimag mein savour karne layak hai. 

Unki gardan lambi aur patli hai, jaise hans ki, kandhon tak jo soft aur gol hain, hamesha perfect posture se peeche rakhe hue ---c shaan ke saath. 

Unke choochiyan bhare hue aur bhari hain, aasani se double-D cup jo unki kameez ke kapde mein dabav daalti hain chahe woh kitna bhi loose banane ki koshish karein. Woh unche aur fakhr se unke seene par baithi hain, natural ubhaar ke saath jo woh poori tarah control nahi kar paati, chahe woh dheere se rasoi mein ,,., ke liye ja rahi hon. 



Unki kamar itni patli hai ki itni curvy hone ke bawajood, yeh dramatic hourglass shape banati hai jo phir chaudi, bacche paida karne wali kamar mein badal jaati hai jo thoda sa hilti hai jab woh chalti hain — chahe woh kitna bhi modest rakhne ki koshish kare. Aur phir unka sabse best hissa, woh jo mere har jaagne ke khayal aur sabse gande khwabon mein aata hai: unki moti gaand. 

Khuda, woh bahut badi hai, perfectly gol, aur itni moti aur rasili ki har kadam ke saath hilti hai, chahe woh kitna bhi modest kapde pehne. Yeh us qism ki gaand hai jo unki salwar kameez ke peeche wale hisse ko stretch kar deti hai taaki kapda har curve se chipak jaaye, gaand ke beech ki gehri daraar aur jab woh jhuk kar zameen se kuchh uthati hain to dono tukde kaise fail jaate hain. 

Woh gaand naram lekin mazboot hai, bilkul sahi matra mein padding ke saath jo do perfect, bhari hue tarbooz jaise lagti hain jo pakadne ko tadap rahe hon. Woh itni prominent hai ki unke sabse loose abaya mein bhi kapda us par doosri chamdi ki tarah latak jaata hai, unke tukdon ke hilne aur ubharne ko highlight karta hai. 

Main qasam kha kar kehta hoon, yeh bahut si _ Ammiyon mein dikhta hai — shayad ameer desi khane ki wajah se, pushton se chali aati strong aur fertile auraton ki genes ki wajah se, ya shadi aur bacche ke baad unke jism ke pakne ki wajah se — lekin Ammi ki moti gaand alag level par hai. 

Woh bahut badi hai, peeche fakhr se ubhari hui, itni chaudi ki jab woh ,,., ki chatayi par baithti hain to unke tukde fail kar poori jagah bhar dete hain. Main ghanton tak hallway se unhe dekhta raha hoon jab unhe pata nahi hota ki main wahan hoon, dekhta hoon kaise raat ki nightie ka patla cotton unke bade globes par tight ho jaata hai, seam thoda sa naram gosht mein dhans jaata hai. 

Hamara ghar ek fakhr wala _ khandaan hai, har cheez mein bahut sakht. Hum Quran aur Sunnah ko strictly follow karte hain, koi compromise nahi. Roz paanch waqt ,,., zabardasti hai; living room mein ek khaas corner hai jahan ,,., ki chataiyan hamesha rolled out padi rehti hain. 

Hum har Ramzan mein rozey rakhte hain, zakat generously dete hain, aur har us cheez se door rehte hain jo fitnah paida kar sakti hai — mardon aur auraton ka milna, music, romance wali filmon, jo bhi naam lo. Ammi paidaishi se is pavitraata ki dil rahi hain. Kabhi kabhi main aur Ammi veranda par dance karne ka bhi maza lete hain. Woh apni kamar hilana bahut pasand karti hain jab hum dance karte hain. 

Unhone shadi se pehle kabhi sex nahi kiya tha; pehli aur akhri baar unka tajurba abbu ke saath unki suhaag raat par hua tha, aur usi ek mulaqat se nau mahine baad main paida hua. Woh college ke dinon se pavitra thi, kabhi kisi ladke ka haath bhi nahi pakda tha ya kisi ko paas aane nahi diya tha. 

Wajah? Unka ghar hamare se bhi sakht tha — unke abba, mere nana, ek izzat wale imam the jo unhe lohe ki tarah mazboot niyamon se paale the. Raat ke baad college ke functions nahi, masjid circle ke bahar dost nahi, aur hamesha yaad dilana ki ladki ki izzat uska Khuda ko sabse bada tohfa hai. 

Ammi ne mujhe kahaniyan batayi thi ki unke teenage saal ---c studies mein doobe hue the, surahen yaad karna, masjid ke auraton wale hisse mein madad karna, aur sirf halal shadi ke khwabon mein jeena. 

Ladke tab bhi unhe dekhte the kyonki woh jism jaldi develop ho raha tha, lekin woh hamesha nazar neeche rakhti thi, veil itna perfect pehenti thi ki ek bhi baal nahi dikhta, aur itni modesty se chalti thi ki kisi ki himmat nahi padti paas aane ki. 

Ek shaam main yaad karta hoon ki main kitchen mein baitha tha jab Ammi biryani bana rahi thi, masalon ki khushboo hawa mein fail rahi thi. Woh apni favourite halki blue kameez pehne thi, aur jab woh pot stir karne ke liye jhuki to main rok nahi paaya, unki moti gaand kapde ke khilaaf peeche push kar rahi thi, seams tan rahe the. Unhone window ke reflection mein mujhe dekhte pakda aur halke se saans chhodi, muskurate hue meri taraf ghumi. 



“Rizwan beta,” unhone kaha, awaaz garam lekin thodi sharmili, “yeh kapde… ab theek se fit nahi hote. Jab se tum paida hue ho tab se mera jism bahut badal gaya hai. Sab kuchh bahut tight mehsoos hota hai, khas kar yahan.” Unhone peeche ki taraf vaguely ishara kiya, “gaand” shabd muh se nahi nikaalna chahti thi, lekin mujhe bilkul pata tha kya matlab hai. 

Main masoom ban kar muskuraya. “Koi baat nahi, Ammi. Aap har cheez mein khoobsurat lagti ho. Khuda ne aapko aise banaya hai.” Woh veil ke neeche laal ho gayi, nervous hokar adjust karti hui. “Phir bhi… maine tere abbu ko last week bataya tha. 

Maine kaha tha, ‘Naveed, mujhe lagta hai main theek se cover karne par bhi dhyan khinch rahi hoon.’ Unhone mujhe paas kheench kar maathe par chumban kiya. Unhone kaha, ‘Minal, koi baat nahi. Teri haseen Khuda ki nemat hai, lekin tum bahut mardon wali jagahon se door raho — suraj dubne ke baad bazaar, akeli bheed bhari dukaan. Main hamesha tumhari hifazat karunga.’ Woh bahut hifazati hain, beta. Woh fitnah ki, apni biwi par buri nazar ki fikr karte hain. Yeh dikhata hai ki woh mujhe kitna pyar karte hain, na? Woh itni mehnat karte hain taaki main unke ya tumhare bina kabhi bahar na jaaun.” 

Abbu aathchalis saal ke hain, mehnati aadmi jo shadi ke din se bina shikayat humari zimmedari uthate hain. Woh lambe kad ka, mazboot jism wala, pehle manual kaam se accounting mein aane se pehle, namak-mirch wale baal, aur chashme ke peeche meethi aankhein. 

Woh hamare ghar ki buniyaad hain — har raat Tahajjud ke liye uthte hain, office mein lambi ghantiyan kaam karte hain, phir bhi ghar aate waqt Ammi ke liye tohfe laate hain: naya veil pin, unki favourite mithai, ya sirf dheemi “main tumse pyar karta hoon” Isha ke baad ,,., ke waqt. Unka pyar pavitra aur khoobsurat hai, woh qism ka jo ---c shadi ki kitabon mein padhte ho. Woh kabhi ladte nahi; Isha ke baad couch par baith kar haath pakad kar baatein karte hain ki Khuda ne unhe mujhe aur yeh sukoon bhari zindagi kyon di. 

Ammi hamesha kehti hain, “Naveed, tum meri duniya ki jannat ho,” aur abbu jawab dete hain, “Aur tum har mushkil ka sila ho, Minal.” 

Lekin main un jaise bilkul nahi hoon. Main ek bigda hua ladka hoon, andar se poora gunahgaar. Meri gandi harkatein mere abbu-Ammi se nahi aayi — woh duniya ke sabse pavitra insaan hain. Nahi, yeh gandagi mere andar kahin gehre se aayi hai, ek andhera jo main chupke se paalta hoon. 

Main saalon se apni Ammi ko kapde utarte aur nahate hue dekhta aa raha hoon. Shuruaat to masoom thi jab main chhota tha, accidentally bathroom ka darwaza poora band na hone par guzar gaya tha. 




Lekin ek baar jab maine unhe dekha — woh bhari choochiyan bra utarte waqt bahar nikalti hui, unki moti gaand hilti hui shower mein kadam rakhte hue, paani us badi, sabun wali peeth par beh raha tha — main phans gaya. Main raat ko der se hallway mein chupke se jaata, dil zor se dhadak raha, pajame mein lund pehle se sakht, aur darwaze ki darar se aankh lagata. 

Main dekhta unki tight kameez utarti hui, choochiyan ubhar kar azaad, nipples kaale aur sakht thandi hawa se. Phir woh salwar neeche khinchti, aur wahan thi — unki badi gaand saaf safed panty mein, kapda gehri daraar mein dhansa hua. 

Woh paani adjust karne ke liye jhukti to unki gaand fail jaati, mujhe gehri daraar aur patli cotton se chut ke lips ka outline dikhta. Main wahan khade lund ko zor zor se ragadta, honth kaat kar chup rehta, sochta ki in moti gaand ke beech muh daal doon. 

Jab woh shower mein kadam rakhti, main aur paas chupke se aata, paani ke unke jism par thapakne ki awaaz sunta, sochta mera haath us gaand par, use faila raha hoon. Main bahut baar us darwaze ke bahar jhad chuka hoon, moti dhaar zameen par chhod kar saaf kar deta pehle ki kisi ko pata chale. 

Mere gunah yahan nahi rukte. Main har mauke par porn dekhta hoon — phone par kamre ka darwaza band kar ke gandi, saaf videos, badi gaand wali auraton ko peeche se chudte hue dekh kar lund ko kacha ragadta hoon. 

Main hastmaithun bahut pasand karta hoon; yeh nasha ban gaya hai. Main din mein kai baar karta hoon — Fajr ke baad jab Ammi ,,., padh rahi hoti hai, dopahar mein jab woh rasoi mein hoti hai, raat mein jab sab so rahe hote hain. 

Aur phir hamari padosan Aunty Iqra. Woh shadi shuda hain, mid-thirties mein, apna curvy jism, aur humare ghar ke beech line par dhule kapde sukhaati hain. Mainne ek gandi aadat daal li hai — unki panty chori karne ki jab woh sukhti hoti hain — saaf, lacy, jo bhi jaldi pakad sakun. 

Main unhe apne kamre mein le jaata, chehre par lagata aur unki shadi shuda chut ki boo soongh kar lund ragadta, sochta jaise unki moti gaand ko chod raha hoon kapde ki bajaye. 

Ek din woh mujhe pakadne wali thi. Main pink wali pair pakadne badha tha ki unke kadmon ki awaaz suni. Main jam gaya, lund half-hard shorts mein, aur jhadiyon ke peeche chhup gaya jab woh corner ghumi. 

“Kaun hai wahan?” unhone awaaz mein shak ke saath pukara. Main saans rok kar raha jab tak woh kandhe uchhaka kar andar chali gayi. Yeh qareeb se bachna mujhe aur horny kar gaya; main wahi jhadiyon mein unki chori ki panty haath mein le kar lund ragad diya. 

Main aur bhi gandi cheezein karta hoon — gandi, chhupi hui jo mere abbu-Ammi ko pata chal jaaye to barbaad ho jaayein. Main masjid mein prayer cap ke peeche se ladkiyon ko dekhta hoon, sochta unke veil neeche kheench kar unki gaand mein muh daal doon. Main bazaar ke public bathroom mein lund ragad chuka hoon, poora waqt Ammi ki moti gaand ke khayal se. 

Maine bathroom ki deewar mein chhota sa surakh bhi chhupa rakha hai taaki Ammi ko shower mein aur saaf dekh sakun, lund dhadak raha jab paani unke bhare hue curves par beh raha hota hai. Lekin kisi ko pata nahi. Main bahut achhe se natak karta hoon. Main perfect beta hoon — Ammi ke saath groceries mein madad, family gathering par sabse zor se Quran padhna, jab abbu mujhe “aisa achha _ ladka” keh kar tareef karte hain to meethi muskurahat. 

Main Ammi ko masoom hug karta hoon, unki bhari choochiyan mere seene se dabti hui mehsoos karta aur natak karta jaise kuchh nahi. Main lambi family baaton mein pavitra rehne aur gunah se door rehne ki baatein sunta hoon, sir hilaata hoon jabki mera dimag unki gaand ke mere lund par uchalne ke khayalon se bhara hota hai. 



Mere abbu-Ammi itne pavitra hain ki unhe kabhi shak nahi hoga ki unka zinda dil, adab wala Rizwan itna bigda hua ho sakta hai. Woh sochte hain main un jaise hoon — deendar, saaf dimag wala, akhirat par dhyan rakhne wala. Unhe kya pata. 

Sab kuchh us din badal gaya jab abbu ko Dubai mein job offer mila. Yeh bahut badi nemat thi — behtar tankhwah, facilities, humare liye financial security ka mauka. Abbu bahut mehnat kar rahe the, extra ghantiyan, har raat istikhara ki ,,., padh rahe the hidayat ke liye. 

Jab offer aa gaya, hamari halat har tarah se turant behtar ho gayi. Woh yahan se teen guna zyada kamaate, humare chhote ghar ka loan chuka sakte, mujhe behtar ---c studies classes bhej sakte, aur Ammi ke liye kuchh naye modest kapde khareed sakte jo unki curves ko thoda behtar fit hon. Us shaam hum teeno living room ke floor par baith kar chai aur samoson ke saath baat kar rahe the jaise asli parivar. 

“Shukr hai Khuda ka,” abbu ne kaha, awaaz shukrguzari se bhari, Ammi ka haath pakde hue. “Yeh Dubai wali job hum sabke liye sab badal degi. Main ab theek se zimmedari nibha sakunga — bill ki fikr nahi, har rupaye ko bachane ki zarurat nahi. Minal, tum aur Rizwan aaram se rahoge. Main har mahine paisa bhejunga, aur Insha’,.' har kuchh mahine mein aata rahunga.” 

Ammi ne unhe pyar bhari aankhon se dekha, unka veil din bhar ke baad thoda dhila tha. “Naveed, main jaanti hoon yeh zaruri hai. Tum hamesha humari dekhbhaal karte ho. Main tumhe bahut miss karungi, lekin main ,.' ke plan par bharosa karti hoon. Hum roz tumhari hifazat ke liye dua karenge, aur Rizwan ghar sambhalne mein madad karega. Na beta?” 

Main utsaah se sir hilaaya, apni zinda dil muskurahat chehre par. “Zaroor, Ammi. Hum theek rahenge. Abbu humare liye yeh kar rahe hain.” Baatein aasani se chali, garamah se bhari. 

Ammi ne abbu ko dheere se tease kiya ki nayi job mein waqt par ,,., yaad rakhna, aur abbu hanse, unhe paas kheench kar maathe par chumban kiya. “Main har raat call karunga, Minal. Aur Rizwan, tum apni Ammi ka khayal rakhna. Unhe akeli bheed bhari jagahon par mat jaane dena, theek? Unki izzat ki hifazat karna jaise main karta hoon.” 

Hum us raat ghanton tak baatein karte rahe — bhavishya ke baare mein, hum kitne khushnaseeb hain, is alag hone ki yeh sirf temporary hai parivar ke bade faide ke liye. 

Ammi nahi royi; woh mazboot rahi, jaanti thi abbu humare liye qurbani de rahe hain. “Yeh pehli baar hai ki hum dono akela rahenge, sirf tum aur main, beta,” unhone baad mein mujhse kaha, awaaz naram aur bharose wali, veil adjust karte hue. 

“Lekin hum sambhal lenge. Tere abbu ki mehnat ne hamesha humein khush aur surakshit rakha hai. Yeh ,.' ki aur ek azmaish hai.” 

Ek hafte baad hum teeno airport gaye unhe vidai dene. Terminal busy tha lekin hum paas rahe, Ammi poori abaya aur veil mein, shaan wali aur sambhali hui. Abbu ne unhe tightly hug kiya, kuchh fisfisaya jis par woh sharm se muskurayi. Phir unhone mujhe hug kiya, peeth par thappad maara. “Achha beta banna, Rizwan. Apni Ammi ka khayal rakhna. Main tum dono se pyar karta hoon.” 

Jab abbu security ke andar gaye, ek baar aur haath hilaate hue, Ammi mere paas seedhi khadi rahi. Woh udaas nahi dikhi. Unka chehra shaant tha, sukoon bhara. Unhe pata tha yeh zaruri hai — abbu parivar ki madad kar rahe the, apni mehnat aur imaan se hamara bhavishya surakshit kar rahe the. “Woh jaldi wapas aa jayenge, beta,” unhone mera haath dabaya. “,.' humare saath hai. Ghar chalo aur unke liye dua karte hain.” 

Aur bas, pehli baar sirf main aur Ammi reh gaye. Ghar pehle se hi shant mehsoos hone laga tha, lekin mera dimag secret, gandi sambhavnaon se bhara hua tha jo ab hamare pavitra chhote ghar mein intezaar kar rahi thi. Main unhe masoom muskurahat se dekha, apni energy poori tarah dikhaate hue, jabki andar main already soch raha tha ki woh moti gaand mere saamne car ki taraf jaate hue kaise hil rahi hai 

 

[Nomita]

Very nice start

[Raju123]

Nice start

[Shrabanti]

Chamatkar shuruwat. Bahut hi shandar introduction.

[Romantic lover]

Wonderful start sir ❤️
Is bar interfaith sadhi karana Please sir ❤️

[Zareen]

Good start

[sarit11]

My dear writer

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[Deepak_bull]

CHAPTER 2

Meri mom ke saath wo trip jo chat ne introduce kiya, usne kuch real cheez shuru kar di.

Ek shaam jab suraj dheere se dub raha tha aur deewaron ko sone jaisa rang de raha tha, Ammi ne mujhki taraf pyaar bhari muskurahat ke saath dekha. Usne apna veil dheere se theek kiya aur boli, 

“Rizwan beta, jab se tere abbu gaye hain hum yahan bandh ke reh gaye hain. Ek hafta ho gaya aur main dekh rahi hoon tu thoda bechain ho raha hai apni saari taakat ke saath. Kya kehna hai, chhoti si trip kar lein, sirf hum dono?” 

Mera dil khushi se uchal pada jab usne yeh kaha. Ammi ke saath trip — sirf woh aur main, koi aur nahi jo beech mein aaye ya nazar rakhe. Maine hamesha uske saath waqt bitana pasand kiya tha, lekin yeh kuchh khaas tha, jaise Khuda ki taraf se ek tohfa. 

“Ammi, yeh toh bilkul perfect hai! Bahut khushi hui aapne socha. Aapke saath trip… sabse achhi baat. Hum jitna chahein baat kar sakte hain, hans sakte hain, bina kisi fikar ke maze le sakte hain. Main bhi bore ho raha tha, ab toh bahut utsaahit hoon. Shukriya Ammi. Aap hamesha sab theek kar deti hain.” 

Ammi dheere se hansi, meri peeth par haath pherte hue usi maa jaisi garamiyat se. “Dekha? Yeh mera energetic Rizwan. Mujhe pata tha idea pasand aayega. Hum ise mazedaar banayenge beta. Sirf tu aur main, purane waqt ki tarah lekin ab aur bhi behtar kyunki sirf hum dono hain.” 

Humne ek resort chuna jo flight se kuchh ghante door tha — shaant jagah, samundar kinare aur hariyaali, jaise halal getaway. Ammi ne sab kuchh khud sambhala, jaise woh hamesha karti thi. 

Us raat jab main uski madad kar raha tha kitchen mein, usne mujhe apne phone par booking dikhai. “Main kal hi airport ke seats reserve kar chuki thi beta. Sab set hai — subah flight, uske baad resort. Tujhe koi tension nahi. Main chahti hoon mera beta aaraam se rahe.” 

Uski awaaz mein woh chhupi khushi thi jo uski hari aankhon ko veil ke neeche chamka deti thi. 

Agli subah hum taiyaar hue, hawa mein utsaah bhara hua tha. Ammi ne cream-white dress chuni jo uske pairon tak laambi thi, uske saath matching white scarf jo uske sir aur kandhon par perfect dbang kiya hua tha, baal sahi se cover kiye hue lekin phir bhi khubsurat lag rahi thi. 

Woh modest thi bilkul — lambe aasteen, uncha gala — lekin uska jism us dress ko bhar raha tha. Dress uske bhare hue curves par kas kar chipki hui thi jaise uske liye hi bani ho. 

Uski choochiyan itni bhari aur bhaari thi ki kapda aage se khinch raha tha, gehri natural cleavage line ban rahi thi chahe scarf usko chhupane ki koshish kar raha ho. 

Woh har harkat ke saath dheere se uchal rahi thi, kapda uske choochiyon ke ubhar par tight, nipples ka halka sa outline dikhai de raha tha agar main zor se dekhta. Aur uski gaand… oh, uski moti gaand sabse main cheez thi. 

Dress uske bade gol gaand ke tukdon par faili hui thi, har hilne aur curve ko saaf dikha rahi thi, kapda aisa lag raha tha jaise jhukte hi phat jayega. 

Woh bahut badi aur bahar nikli hui thi, woh perfect _ Ammi wali gaand jo har kadam ke saath hilti thi, gaand ke tukde fail kar dress ke peeche ko bhar rahe the aur beech ki gehri darar tak chipak rahe the. 

Main uske andar panty ka halka outline dekh sakta tha, kapda un moti goliyon ke beech thoda upar chadh gaya tha, jisse uski gaand aur bhi badi aur rasili lag rahi thi. 

Main ne simple dark grey aur white shirt aur comfortable trousers pehna tha, kuchh khaas nahi, lekin uske saath khade hokar achha lag raha tha. Jab hum bahar nikal rahe the, Ammi ne chamakti muskurahat ke saath mujhse poocha, “Kaise lag rahi hoon beta? Yeh dress theek hai? Maine isliye chuni kyunki yeh modest aur travel ke liye comfortable hai.” 

“Aap bahut sundar lag rahi hain Ammi,” maine khushi bhari awaaz mein kaha jabki meri aankhein har curve pee rahi thi. “Sach mein bahut khoobsurat. Yeh cream white aap par chamak la raha hai. Main bahut khushnaseeb hoon aapke saath is trip par jaane ke liye. Yeh sabse behtar waqt hone wala hai.” 

Woh scarf ke neeche thodi laal ho gayi, mera haath apne haath mein le kar taxi ki taraf chalte hue. “Main bhi bahut khush hoon Rizwan. Bahut khush. Yeh trip hum dono ke liye hai — aaraam karne aur Khuda ki naimat ka shukr ada karne ke liye. Tere abbu ko garv hoga ki hum iska fayda utha rahe hain.” 

Airport pahunch kar jagah musafiron se bhari thi, lekin Ammi ke paas sab control tha. Hum smoothly check-in kar liye kyunki usne kal hi seats book kar li thi. 

Mujhe thodi si udaasi hui ki abbu humare saath nahi the — unki mazboot maujudgi aur Ammi ka haath pakad kar security se guzarne ka andaaz miss kar raha tha — lekin itna bura bhi nahi tha. Bilkul nahi. 

Har taraf mard Ammi ko dekh rahe the. Chahe uski dress aur scarf ne sab kuchh sahi se cover kiya hua tha, uska jism nazarandaaz nahi kiya ja sakta tha. Uski bhari choochiyan fakhr se ubhari hui thi, bag theek karte waqt dheere se uchal rahi thi, aur groups ke mard — kuchh business kapdon mein, kuchh musafir — lambe lambe glances maar rahe the. 

Maine dekha woh laar tapka rahe the, unki aankhein uske cream kapde par tight choochiyon par atak rahi thi, soch rahe the andar kya hoga. Ek buddha aadmi ne jaldi se apni zubaan se honth chaate aur nazar ghumayi, jab Ammi flight board dekhne ke liye ghumi to uski nazar uski moti gaand par gir gayi. 

Uski badi gaand ke tukde us ghumne se hil gaye, dress un par tight ho gayi, aur maine do jawan ladkon ko aapas mein fisfisate dekha, aankhein phaili aur bhookhi, jaise woh un moti goliyon ke beech muh daba dena chahte hon. 

Ek aur aadmi jo paas baitha tha, uski choochiyon ko itna ghoor raha tha ki uska muh thoda khula reh gaya, muh ke kone se halki laar tapakne lagi jo usne jaldi se ponchh li. 

Bahut ganda tha kitna saaf dikhai de raha tha, unki aankhein uske bhare hue jism ke har curve ko trace kar rahi thi — un bhari choochiyon se lekar uski badi hilti gaand tak jo har chhoti harkat ke saath dol rahi thi. 

Mujhe ek twisted khushi mehsoos hui yeh dekh kar — meri pavitra Ammi, itni paak aur modest, bina jaane sabki kacchi ichchha khinch rahi thi. 

 

Me: Ammi dekho. Kam se kam saat-aath aadmi aapko ghoor rahe hain. Coffee shop ke paas wale uncle ne hum baithte hi se nazar nahi hatayi. 

Ammi: Rizwan! Chup! Awaaz neeche kar. Kya bakwas kar raha hai? 

Me: Main serious hoon Ammi. Neeli shirt wala aadmi do baar palat kar dekh chuka. Aur woh lamba laptop bag wala? Phone dekhne ka natak kar raha hai lekin baar baar idhar dekh raha hai. Aaj aapko bahut attention mil rahi hai. 

Ammi: (tumhe ghoorte hue) Rizwan, apne aap ko sambhalo. Hum public jagah par hain, plane board karne wale hain. Yeh bakwas band kar. Sharm aati hai. 

Me: Main bakwas nahi kar raha Ammi. Sach bol raha hoon. Aap is dress mein bahut achhe lag rahi hain. Matlab… bahut achhe. Aur yeh mard zaroor notice kar rahe hain. Khaaskar woh window ke paas wala. Pichhle paanch minute se aapko ghoor raha hai. 

Ammi: Ghoor raha? Kaisi bhasha hai yeh? Abhi band kar. Tu mera beta hai, mera dost nahi. Sahi se baat kar. 

Me: Theek hai theek hai… lekin sach Ammi, woh sach mein ghoor rahe hain. Main jhooth nahi bol raha. Aaj aap chamak rahi hain ya kuchh. Kya dress ki wajah se ya baalon mein kuchh alag kiya hai? 

Ammi: (saans chhodte hue) Aaj tujhe kya ho gaya hai. Chup chap baith aur boarding ka intezaar kar. Scene mat bana. 

Me: Main scene nahi bana raha. Main aapki hifazat kar raha hoon. Abbu nahi hain to yeh mera kaam hai. Waise… yeh beige dress kisne kharida? Bahut mehnga lag raha. Aur aap par bahut suit kar raha hai. 

Ammi: (thoda pighalte hue) Tere abbu ne kharida tha. Pichhle mahine, jaane se pehle. Unhone kaha tha trip ke liye achha lagega. 

Me: Ah, mujhe pata tha. Abbu ka taste achha hai. Lekin sach Ammi, ek mahina hua unhone jaaye aur aap jahan jaati hain logon ka sir ghuma rahi hain. Agar woh yahan hote to shayad in sab mardon ko ghoorte hue gussa kar rahe hote. 

Ammi: (halke se hanste hue) Tere abbu aise nahi hain. Woh mature hain. Jaise koi main jaanti hoon jo apni Ammi ko kaun ghoor raha hai yeh batata rehta hai. 

Me: Arre main toh sach bol raha hoon. Abbu ko garv hota ki unki biwi abhi bhi itna attention khinch rahi hai. Lekin bataun, woh grey jacket wala aapko smile kar raha tha. Dekha aapne? 

Ammi: Rizwan! Bas. Mujhe kuchh nahi dikha aur na hi dekhna hai. Ab logon ko point mat kar. Mujhe uncomfortable ho raha hai. 

Me: Theek hai, point nahi karunga. Lekin notice karna band nahi kar sakta. Aap sach mein aaj bahut sundar lag rahi hain Ammi. Yeh beige dress, halka makeup… kaam kar raha hai. Isliye log aankhein nahi hata pa rahe. 

Ammi: (sir hilaate hue) Tu naamumkin hai. Kabhi kabhi sochti hoon maine tujhe pala ya tere abbu ne. Beta apni Ammi se aisi baatein nahi karta. 

Me: Kyon nahi? Main toh aapki tareef kar raha hoon. Saath hi chetavni bhi de raha hoon. Dekho, woh suitcase wala aadmi phir dekh raha hai. Kya main usko ja kar apna kaam karne ko kahu? 

Ammi: Nahi! Aisa kuchh nahi karna. Chup chap baith yahan. Boarding hone wali hai. Flight par dhyaan de, imaginary stares par nahi. 

Me: Woh imaginary nahi hain Ammi. Lekin theek hai… main aur kuchh nahi bolunga stares ke baare mein. 

Ammi: Achha. Aakhirkaar kuchh aqal aayi. 

Me: (thodi der chup rehne ke baad) Lekin jaante ho? Chahe sau mard tumhe dekhein, main yahan hoon. Main tumhari hifazat karunga. Abbu ne mujhe tumhara khayal rakhne ko kaha tha jab woh door hain, aur main is baat ko serious leta hoon. Is trip par koi tumhe pareshan nahi karega. Meri nazar mein nahi. 

Ammi: (pyar aur thodi pareshani ke saath dekhte hue) Rizwan… jab tum chahte ho tab bahut meethi baatein karte ho. Lekin har mard ko dekhte hue “hifazat” karna yeh tarika nahi hai beta. 

Me: Yeh ek tarika hai. Mujhe nazar rakhni padti hai. Tum meri Ammi ho. Aur aaj tum bahut achhi lag rahi ho. Yeh khatarnak hai. 

Ammi: (naram hanste hue) Khatarnak? Ab tum drama kar rahe ho. Yeh to sirf ek simple beige dress hai. Kuchh khaas nahi. 

Me: Sirf dress nahi, tum ho. Abbu ne sahi chuna. Jab hum unse milenge main unhe bataunga airport par kitne mardon ne unki biwi ko dekha. Woh jalenge… achhe tareeke se. 

Ammi: Unhe kuchh mat batana. Unhe tumhari silly kahaniyan nahi sunni chahiye. Bas itna keh dena ki hum safely pahunch gaye. 

Me: Theek hai, main unhe staring wali baat nahi bataunga. Lekin main unhe bataunga ki tum bahut khoobsurat lag rahi thi. Yeh allowed hai na? 

Ammi: (muskurate hue) Haan, yeh allowed hai. Ab kya hum kuchh aur baat kar sakte hain? Jaise kya humne gifts pack kiye the. 

Me: Kiye the. Sab checked bag mein hai. Relax karo Ammi. 

Ammi ne idhar udhar dekha, phir halke se hanse aur apna white scarf theek kiya. “Oh beta, log kabhi kabhi dekhte hain. Yeh naya nahi. Khuda ne mujhe aisa banaya, main jitna ho sake cover karti hoon. Lekin batane ke liye shukriya. Tum hamesha itne protective ho, bilkul apne abbu jaise. Mujhe safe mehsoos hota hai. Ab trip par dhyaan do, un logon par nahi.” 

Hum jaldi plane mein baith gaye. Jaise hi hawa mein upar utha, Ammi ki khushi aur chamakne lagi. Usne mera haath dheere se dabaya aur boli, 

“Dekho hum dono, Rizwan – aise saath ud rahe hain. Main bahut halki aur azaad mehsoos kar rahi hoon. Abbu ke jaane ke baad humein yahi chahiye tha. Main sach mein bahut khush hoon beta. Sach mein.” 

Main bhi muskuraya, mera josh uske barabar tha. “Main bhi Ammi. Tumhare saath yahan, sirf hum dono… sabse achha ehsaas hai. Hum kuchh bhi baat kar sakte hain, hans sakte hain, yaadein bana sakte hain. Tum duniya ki sabse cool Ammi ho is trip ki planning ke liye.” 

Hum khushi mein bilkul close Ammi-bete ki tarah baatein karte rahe – bakwas cheezon par, jaise baadal candy floss jaise dikhte hain ya purane family picnic ki yaadein. Hum khana khane lage. 

Yeh garam aur natural mehsoos ho raha tha, pyar aur hansi se bhara. Tabhi beech mein abbu ka call aa gaya, video chat par. Woh Dubai mein apni construction job mein gehra tha, hard hat aur safety vest pehne, thaka hua lekin fakhr bhara, site office mein baitha. 

“Assalamualaikum mere pyaron! Trip kaisi chal rahi hai? Subah tumhara message mila to call karna pada. Alhamdulillah, kaam yahan achha chal raha hai – lambi ghantiyan, lekin paisa bilkul wohi jo humne dua ki thi. Tum dono ki bahut yaad aa rahi hai.” 

Ammi ka chehra suraj ki tarah chamak utha. Usne phone paas kiya. “Wa alaikum assalam Naveed! Hum abhi plane mein hain, beta aur main. Sab perfect hai. Tumhari awaaz sun kar bahut khushi hui. Apne din ke baare mein batao – kya zuhr ki ,,., waqt par padhi? Hum har minute tumhe yaad kar rahe hain.” 

Woh itni excited ho gayi ki awaaz thodi unchi ho gayi, jab abbu ne skyscbangrs ki photos bhejne ki baat ki to khushi ki dheemi cheekh nikal gayi. Paas wali seats ke log idhar udhar dekhne lage, kuchh shor se naak siya. 

Main muskurate hue jhuka aur dheere se yaad dilaya, hum dono hans rahe the. “Ammi shhh… log dekh rahe hain. Tum bahut khush ho, awaaz bahar aa rahi hai! Lekin mujhe yeh pasand hai. Abbu, dekho tum usko kya kar dete ho? Woh chamak rahi hai.” 

Abbu screen par hanse. “Wohi meri Minal – hamesha khushi se bhari. Thoda dheere rakho jaan, lekin maza lo. Rizwan, apni Ammi ka khayal rakhna. Abhi hum dono ki selfie bhej do.” 

Humne wahi kiya – bade muskurahat ke saath pose kiya, Ammi ka cream dress aur scarf elegant dikhta tha, mera haath uske kandhe par masoomiyat se. 

Humne bheji aur abbu ne dil ke emojis aur Dubai site ki aur kahaniyan bheji. Ammi chamak rahi thi, dus minute aur baat ki, hansi phir ubhari jab tak maine use dhakka nahi diya aur hum dono chupke se hanste hue muh par haath rakh liye. 

“Dekha beta? Tera abbu door se bhi mujhe itna khush kar deta hai,” usne fisfisaya, call khatam hone ke baad bhi muskurati hui. “Lekin plane mein doosron ka bhi khayal rakhna chahiye.” 

Tabhi maine us aadmi ko dekha – ganja aadmi, aisle ke us paar, kuchh rows aage, humari seats se dikhta tha. Woh mota, bail jaisa mazboot, moti baahen aur chauda seena blue shirt mein, saath mein simple black pant. 

Uska sir poora saaf, cabin light mein chamak raha tha, rugged aur strong chehra, thodi si daadi. Main usko dekhta raha kyonki woh bilkul un mardon jaisa lag raha tha jo main secretly porn videos mein dekhta tha – woh powerful ***** mard jo moti auraton ko zor zor se chodte hain. 

Woh aadmi mujhe haath hila kar salaam kiya. 

Woh bilkul waise hi tha: mazboot, confident, woh qism jo aurat ki moti gaand ke tukdon ko bina pasine ke faila sake. Mera dimag gandi sochon mein chala gaya, mera lund pant mein thoda hil gaya jab main usko imagine kar raha tha. 

Ammi ne mujhe dekhte hue dekha aur naram, naa-pasand lekin pyar bhari awaaz mein boli. “Rizwan beta, us aadmi ko us taraf kyon ghoor rahe ho? Logon ko aise ghoorna achha nahi. Hum achhe trip par hain – apni neyamat par nazar rakho. ,.' ne nazar neeche rakhne ki wajah se hi kaha hai.” 

Main palak jhapka aur masoom muskuraya, seat par hilte hue. “Sorry Ammi. Woh kuchh familiar lag raha tha. Tum sahi ho, main phir nahi karunga. Aaj sab kuchh itna exciting hai.” 

Woh khush hokar nod ki aur hum phir abbu ke call ki baatein karne lage. 

Woh ganja aadmi bhi chupke se Ammi ko dekh raha tha – maine uski nazar uske bhari choochiyon par aur phir god mein dekhi – lekin subtle tha. Hum khush Ammi-bete ki baatein karte rahe jab tak Ammi ko toilet jaana pada. 

Woh grace se khadi hui, cream dress uske curves par hilta hua aisle mein chali. Tab maine us ganje aadmi ko poori tarah dekhte hue dekha. 

Uski aankhein uske chalne par lock ho gayi – woh moti raanien ek doosri se ragadti hui, uski moti gaand har kadam ke saath zor zor se idhar udhar hil rahi thi, gaand ke tukde kapde ke neeche uchal rahe the jaise do bade naram takiye jagah ke liye lad rahe hon. Ammi toilet mein peshab karne gayi. 

Woh khud se dheere muskuraya, jaante hue grin chehre par failte hue uski badi gaand ko dekhta raha, kaise woh hil rahi thi aur dress uske gehre cleft par chipak rahi thi. 

Uska sir thoda tedha hua, jaise soch raha ho dress utaar kar un tukdon ke beech ghus jaaye. Mujhe koi aitraaz nahi tha. 

Shayad Ammi itni khoobsurat thi – uska jism aankhein khinchta tha, aur mere andar ke gande tareeke se yeh flattering bhi lag raha tha. Woh paak aur modest thi, lekin uski moti gaand mein taakat thi. 

8 ghante baad hum smoothly land hue aur taxi se seedha resort pahunche. Woh bahut sundar tha – hariyaali bagiche, chamakta pool samandar ke saamne, private balcony wale villa. 

Mehnga tha, lekin Ammi ne bina sochhe front desk par payment kiya. “Yeh worth hai beta,” usne kaha jab hum rooms ki taraf ja rahe the, garam hawa phoolon ki khushboo le aati thi. 

“Mujhe chahta hai tum is achhe jagah par khush raho. Tera abbu itni mehnat karta hai taaki hum yeh neyamat enjoy karein. Dekho yeh khubsurati – Khuda ne humein bahut diya hai. Maine bina do baar soch ke payment kar diya kyonki tumhara muskurana sab kuchh worthwhile bana deta hai.” 

Mujhe phir se woh chhupa utsaah mehsoos hua. “Ammi, yeh zabardast hai. Shukriya. Tumne itni special jagah chuni isliye best ho. Main yahan tumhare saath sach mein khush hoon.” 

Lobby se guzarte hue bhi mard phir uski badi gaand ko ghoor rahe the – staff aur guests sab uske moti tukdon ko dekhte hue gardan ghuma rahe the jo har kadam ke saath uchal rahe the. 

Maine socha uski panty phat sakti hai kyonki uski moti gaand sab kuchh stretch kar rahi thi, kapda tight ho kar thoda upar chadh gaya tha, cleft ka outline itna saaf dikhta tha jaise ganda ho. 

Uski gaand itni badi aur rasili thi, hypnotically hilti hui, tukde gol aur bhare hue jaise pakadne aur thappad marne ke liye bane hon. Main sab kuchh paas se dekh raha tha, mera dimag gandi tasveeron se bhar gaya us naram, bhari gosht ka. 

Tabhi achanak maine flight wale us ganje aadmi ko resort mein check-in karte hue dekha. Usne mujhe dekha aur friendly nod ke saath haath hilaya. Main casually wapas hilaya, socha normal hai – plane mein saath the to salaam kar raha hoga. 

Lekin haath hilane ke baad uski nazar seedha Ammi par chali gayi, bhookhi nazar se uske curves ko dekhta hua, bhari choochiyon se lekar uski badi gaand tak. Mujhe koi aitraaz nahi tha. Bas uski khoobsurati par ek aur nazar. 

Raat ko resort ghumne aur pool ke paas relax karne ke baad hum bahut thak gaye the. Safar, utsaah, taza hawa – sab asar kar gaya. Humne sirf halka snack order kiya aur din khatam kar diya. “Main bahut thak gayi beta,” Ammi ne yawn karte hue kaha jab hum rooms ki taraf ja rahe the. Humne side by side do rooms book kiye the, beech mein chhota darwaza family convenience ke liye. 

Usne pehle red sleeveless night dress aur chhoti silky shorts pehni jo uski raanon tak thi. Ghar ke liye modest thi lekin yahan private jagah par uska jism sabse tempting tareeke se ubhar raha tha. 

Patli red fabric uske bhari choochiyon par chipki hui, neckline thoda neeche jo cleavage ka soft upar hissa dikha raha tha, nipples kapde par saaf dab rahe the. 

Uski moti gaand shorts mein aur bhi badi dikhti thi – silky fabric uske massive tukdon par obscenely stretch hui, beech mein upar chadh gayi, har curve outline karti hui, hem sirf neeche ke hisse ko cover kar rahi thi. 

Uski moti raanien bahar nikal rahi thi, naram aur hilti hui, poora outfit usko sundar queen jaisa bana raha tha – voluptuous, chamakti, aur bilkul be-khabar ki uske curves kitna attention maang rahe hain. Uske lambe kaale baal simple scarf ke neeche khule hue, chehre ko perfect frame kar rahe the. 

Main blue pajamas mein badal gaya, loose aur comfortable. Ghar par hum kabhi kabhi saath dance karte the – Ammi ko yeh fun, halal tareeka pasand tha exercise aur bonding ke liye. 

Ek baar usne phone par naram nasheed music on kiya aur mujhe muskurate hue kaha. “Aao Rizwan beta, sone se pehle thoda dance kar lein. Lambi din ke baad unwind ho jayega. Hum hamesha isme maza karte hain na?” 

Hum uske room mein dance karne lage, rhythm par halke se hilte, uski red night dress uski moti raanon par ghum rahi thi aur uski moti gaand har kadam ke saath uchal rahi thi. 

Yeh masoom aur khushi bhara tha, uski hansi jagah bhar rahi thi jab main uske moves match kar raha tha. “Tum bahut achhe dancer ho Ammi,” main hanste hue bola. “Isliye mujhe yeh lamhe tumhare saath bahut pasand hain.” 

Kuchh gaane baad usne dheere mujhe bhej diya. “Theek hai beta, ab sone ka waqt. Tum apne room mein jaao aur phone par game khelo agar chaaho. Subah milte hain. Achhi neend lena mera energetic bete. Main tumse bahut pyar karti hoon.” 

Main apne room mein gaya, thodi der phone scroll kiya, lekin jaldi pata chala charger uske room mein bhool gaya. Raat ho chuki thi, resort khamosh sirf door samandar ki lehron ki awaaz. 

Maine dheere knock kiya lekin jawab nahi mila, to chupke se andar chala gaya. Ammi pet ke bal so rahi thi, jaise hamesha karti thi – uska favourite position kyonki lambi din ke baad comfortable lagta tha. 

Red night dress poori upar chadh gayi thi aur woh chhoti silky shorts mushkil se sambhal pa rahe the. Uski badi gaand poori tarah display par thi, massive aur gol, tukde bistar par fail kar jaise do bade naram takiye. 

Woh itni moti aur bhari thi, silky kapda gehre andar wedged tha, deep cleft outline karta hua aur har saans ke saath tukde thoda hil rahe the. 

Shorts bahut upar chadh gaye the, gaand ke neeche ka poora hissa expose, chamdi chamakti aur halki roshni mein glow karti, woh moti tukde bistar par chhaye hue. Yeh hypnotic tha – bahut bada, ubhra hua, woh qism ki moti gaand jo mere lund ko pajamas mein turant sakht kar deti thi jab main khade khade ghoor raha tha. 

Tab hua. Jab woh pet ke bal araam se so rahi thi, Ammi ne zor se lambi fart ki. Kamre ki khamoshi mein phat gaya – brrrraaaap – gehra rumbling awaaz jo uski massive gaand ke tukdon ko vibrate karti hui, tukde hilte aur kaanpte hue dikhe. 

Boo turant lagi, bahut buri aur badboo wali, uske dinner ke masalon aur ghar ke khane se bani us natural pungent '. Ammi gas ki mix. Hawa thick ho gayi, tez aur chipakti, aankhein jalane wali lekin mere gande dimag mein kuchh aur ghuma deti. 

Main chupke se hansta raha, muh par haath rakh kar – yeh uski aadat thi, bachpan se, pet ke bal sote waqt hamesha fart karti thi kyonki jism poora relax ho jata tha. 

Woh kabhi nahi jagti, bas naturally nikalti, kabhi series mein jisme uski badi gaand kaanpti aur aur badboo nikalti. 

Maine pehle bhi chupke sun aur sunga tha, lekin yahan paas se, uski badi khoobsurat moti gaand zor zor se badboo wali farts nikaal rahi thi jab woh dheemi kharrate le rahi thi, bilkul be-khabar. 

Uski badi gaand itni khoobsurat aur badi thi, bilkul gol aur rasili, bhale hi woh badboo wali farts nikaal rahi thi, tukde zor se hil rahe the, silky shorts hadd tak stretch hue us massive gassy backside par. 

Yeh contrast dimag ghuma deta tha – paak, deendar Ammi apne voluptuous jism se itni raw aur insani cheez nikaal rahi thi. 

Boo ab overpowering thi, itni thick aur buri ki mujhe peeche hatna pada, phir bhi halke se hansta hua charger uthaya. 

Main apne room ki taraf bhaga, darwaza band kiya, woh badboo wali fart ki khushboo thodi door tak mere saath aayi. Lekin hansne aur sir hilane ke bawajood main uski moti gaand ke nazare ko nahi bhool pa raha tha – zabardast, bahut badi, aur itni surprises bhari 

 

[Nomita]

Chamatkar update

[SachinNarvekar]

Very nice

[Sahazaem]

waiting for next update

[SachinNarvekar]

Deepak ji अम्मी vs मेरी फैंटेसी दुनिया ye story //// pe hai aap please continue karo aap ka work bahot badiya hai aap ka jaise writing koi nahi kr sakta please aap o story continue karo

[Ileana.]

Wonderful start. Please don't use dirty words such as tatty and fart.

[Kartik69]

Wonderful start. Please don't use dirty words such as tatty and fart.

Totally agree with you.

[Zareen]

Wonderful start. Please don't use dirty words such as tatty and fart.

ekdom sahi bat

[Chudashama]

Wonderful start. Please don't use dirty words such as tatty and fart.

Yes, agree

[Nowshin Anjum]

Yes, continue writing ✍️

[Nowshin Anjum]

Wonderful start. Please don't use dirty words such as tatty and fart.

Rightly said.

[Deepak_bull]

CHAPTER 3


Aaj finally main is mysterious aadmi se baat kar paaya jo meri mom mein interested hai.




Subah ki halki roshni resort ke kamre ke parde se andar aa rahi thi, mujhe gehri aur sukoon bhari neend se bahar nikaal rahi thi. Jaise har baar hota hai, pichhli raat bhi usi tarah khatam hui thi jab mera dimag un chhupe khwahishon se bhar jata hai. 

Porn mujhe itna zabardast acha mehsoos karata hai, jaise har pareshani usi pal pighal jati hai jab woh high quality videos chalna shuru hote hain. Woh moti auratain kaise karah kar maangti hain, unki badi gaand zor zor se uchhalti hai jab mota lund unki geeli chut mein peeche se dhakke marta hai, faili hui chedon aur hilti gaand ki nazdeeki tasveerein — yeh seedha mere andar bijli ki tarah daud jata hai. 

Kal raat maine lagbhag ek ghanta apna sakht lund ragda, khud ko rok rok kar edge karte hue, ek scene dekh raha tha jismein ganja, mazboot ***** aadmi ek bhari jism wali shadi shuda aurat ko doggy style mein chod raha tha, uski badi gaand har dhakke se hil rahi thi. 

Maine Ammi ki apni badi gaand ko usi halat mein socha, aur jab akhirkaar main phoota, pet aur haath par moti garam dhaar chhodta hua, woh sukoon bilkul khushi jaisa tha. 

Isse main araam mehsoos karta hoon, khush rehta hoon, aur ajeeb tarah se taakat mehsoos hoti hai, jaise perfect bete banne ka jhootha natak ka sab tension udd jata hai. Maine tissue se saaf kiya, dheemi awaaz mein “Khuda na kare” kaha jo dil se nahi tha, aur muskurate hue so gaya. Porn mera private inaam tha, chhota sa gunah bhara raaz jo agle din ko hamesha chamakdaar bana deta tha. 

Main abhi bhi chadar ke andar stretch kar raha tha jab connecting door par halki si knock hui. “Rizwan beta? Kya tum jag gaye, mere tez ladke?” Ammi ki awaaz aayi, garam aur usi maa jaisi sabr se bhari jo mujhe achhe se pata thi. Woh tez aur tayyar lag rahi thi, jaise hamesha subah jaldi uthne wali hoti hai. 

Main jaldi se uth baitha, aankhein malte hue aur badi muskurahat ke saath jawab diya, chahe woh dekh na sake. “Haan Ammi! Ab jag gaya hoon. Subah bakhair! Kya tum raat ke dance ke baad achhe se soyi?” 

Doosri taraf se halki hansi aayi, phir usne jawab diya, awaaz halki aur beh rahi thi jaise hamesha baat karti hai. 

“Beta, jab akhirkaar leti to bacche ki tarah soyi. Lekin suraj bahar nikla hai aur bahut sundar chamak raha hai, main nahi chahti hum is pyare din ka ek pal bhi barbaad karen. Yaad hai humne subah shopping karne ka plan kiya tha? 

Yahan ke bazaar bahut achhe hone chahiye, maine socha hum saath mein kuchh cheezein le len. Chalo, tayyar ho jao taaki pehle nashta kar len aur phir nikal len. Main already kapde pehan kar tayyar hoon aur apne sabse pyare shopping partner ka intezaar kar rahi hoon.” 

Mujhe khushi ki nayi lahar mehsoos hui is soch par. Ammi ke saath shopping — sirf hum dono rang birange dukaanon mein ghumte, uska haath mere saath juda, uska jism mere saath saath hilta. 

Yeh perfect lag raha tha, woh chhoti si khushi jo mere dil ko chhupe tareeke se tez dhadakati thi. “Shopping? Oh Ammi, bahut khushi hui ki tumhe yaad tha! Main ummeed kar raha tha hum yeh karenge. Tumhare saath bazaar ghumne se behtar kuchh nahi. Main das minute mein tayyar ho jaunga, waada. Tum hamesha humare liye sabse achhe plan banati ho.” 

“Dekha? Yeh mera achha beta hai,” usne pyaar se kaha, awaaz mein woh naram fakhr. “Time lo lekin zyada nahi. Main sitting area mein intezaar karungi. Nashte ke waqt aur baat karenge. Khuda ne humein itni sundar subah di hai — saath milkar iska fayda uthayen.” 

Main bistar se kood pada, raat ke nikalne se abhi bhi taakat mehsoos karte hue, aur jaldi se kapde pehan liya. Maine halke grey short chune jo chalte waqt araamdeh the aur dark blue polo shirt jo achhe se fit tha. 

Kuchh khas nahi, lekin mujhe achha lag raha tha, din ke liye tayyar. Jab main bahar nikla, Ammi already intezaar kar rahi thi, dark green dress aur uske saath matching veil mein bilkul rani jaisi lag rahi thi jo uske chehre ko perfect frame kar rahi thi. 

Dress naram aur lambi thi, lambi aasteen aur pairon tak jaise hamesha, lekin uska bhari jism ise kuchh aur hi bana deta tha. Use koi makeup ki zarurat nahi thi — uski natural sundarta kaafi thi, chamakti safed chamdi, badi hazel aankhein chamak rahi thi, aur woh bhare pink honth halki muskurahat mein. 

Phir bhi kapda uske bhari choochiyon se chipka hua tha, unhe bhara aur uchhalta dikha raha tha, aur uski moti gaand dress ke peeche ko zabardast faila rahi thi, woh bade gol tukde har halki harkat ke saath fakhr se bahar dhakel rahe the. Woh shaandaar, paak aur bilkul anjaan thi ki woh kitni zabardast dikhti hai. 

Hum saath mein resort ke khule nashte ke ilaake ki taraf gaye, din ke plan ki baat karte hue. “Main intezaar nahi kar sakta yahan ke dukaanon mein kya kya hoga, Ammi,” main seedhiyon se utarte hue bola. “Shayad Abbu ke liye bhi kuchh achhi cheezein mil jayein, taaki baad mein unhe package bhej sakein.” 

“Yeh bahut achha idea hai, beta,” usne pyaar bhari awaaz mein jawab diya. “Tum hamesha doosron ke baare mein sochte ho. Hum unke liye kuchh soch samajh kar cheez lenge. Woh Dubai mein itni mehnat karte hain, humara chhota sa tohfa unka din chamka dega.” 

Jab hum aakhri seedhiyon se utar rahe the, maine usko phir dekh liya — wohi ganja, mota aadmi jo hawaijahaz aur kal check-in ke waqt dikha tha. Mujhe aadha andaaza tha kyonki aane par notice kiya tha uska kamra hamare bilkul paas, sirf ek darwaza door. 

Woh neeche sunny cafeteria mein table par baitha nashta kar raha tha, akela, crisp white shirt aur black pant mein jo uske mazboot, chauri body ko dikha raha tha. 

Woh araam se tha, chai peete hue phone par kuchh padh raha tha, uska ganja sir roshni mein chamak raha tha. Maine socha woh akela aaya hai — shayad kaam ke silsile mein ya akela chhutti manane. Kyonki uske saath koi nahi tha. 

Bina zyada soch ke maine haath uthaya aur dostana muskurahat ke saath wave kiya. Usne upar dekha, mujhe pehchana aur garam, aasaan muskurahat ke saath wave kiya jismein daant dikhai diye. 

Ammi ne turant yeh harkat dekh li. Hum seedhiyon ke neeche pahunch gaye aur apna table paas mein dhundh kar baith gaye, waiter menu le aaya. 






Usne curious nazar ird-gird daali, veil thoda hil gaya jab usne sir ghumaya. “Rizwan beta, abhi kis ko haath hila rahe the? Maine dekha tumhara haath upar hua, lekin koi jaana pehchana nahi dikha. Kya yeh kal hawaijahaz wala koi tha? Tum jaante ho, maine ird-gird dekha lekin jis ko tum salaam kar rahe the woh nahi dikha.” 

Main halke se hans pada, uske saamne chair par baithte hue jab subah ki thandi hawa coffee aur phalon ki khushboo le aayi. “Arre, wohi flight wala aadmi tha Ammi — woh ganja jo hamare saamne baitha tha. Woh yahan resort mein hamare bilkul paas wale kamre mein ruk raha hai. Maine socha salaam karna tehzeeb hai kyonki baar baar takra rahe hain. Woh kaafi achha lagta hai.” 

Usne table ke paar haath badhaya aur mera haath pyaar se pakad kar neeche table par rakh diya, mazboot lekin pyaar bhari pakad se, uska chehra dramatic ho gaya jaise kabhi kabhi hota tha jab woh mujhe koi important baat sikhana chahti thi. 

Uski aankhein thodi phaili, woh paas jhuki, awaaz naram lekin sachchi fikr se bhari. “Beta, dhyan se suno. Aise bina matlab kisi ko haath hilaana sahi nahi, khas kar un logon ko jo hum sach mein nahi jaante. Hum ek achhe _ parivaar hain, aur achhi tehzeeb yeh hai ki bina wajah ya pehchaan ke kisi ko salaam nahi karte.” 

Main usko shaant karne ki koshish ki, abhi bhi muskurate hue kyonki uska dramatic andaaz bahut typical aur pyara tha. “Ammi, relax karo, sirf simple wave tha. Isme kuchh matlab nahi tha. Usne bhi tehzeeb se wave kiya, bas itna. Tumne zindagi bhar mujhe achhi tehzeeb sikhayi hai, main har lesson yaad rakhta hoon. Zyada fikr mat karo — main abhi bhi tumhara achha beta hoon.” 






Lekin usne turant chhod nahi diya, sir hilaate hue usi maa jaisi gambhirta se mera haath ek baar aur dabate hue. “Nahi beta, main isko aise nahi chhodungi. Tum jaante ho mujhe in cheezon ke baare mein kaisa lagta hai. Hum hamesha sahi raftaar ke misaal hona chahiye, khas kar jab ghar se door hote hain. Main tumse bahut pyar karti hoon isliye chhoti aadatein nahi chhod sakti. Ab nashta order karte hain aur aage badhte hain, lekin meri baat dil mein rakhna, theek hai?” 

Main halke se hans pada, sir hilaate hue kyonki jaanta tha woh bhale irade se keh rahi hai. “Theek hai Ammi, waada karta hoon main aur careful rahunga. Tum sabse achhi teacher ho. Ab batao, kya khana pasand hai? Aaj parathe taaza lag rahe hain.” 

Uske baad humara nashta sukoon se chala, baat aaram se halke muddon par aa gayi jaise resort se dikhta sundar samundar ka nazara aur ab tak trip kitna mazedaar tha. 

Lekin nashta karte waqt bhi main mehsoos kar raha tha ki us ganje aadmi ki nazar Ammi ke jism par uske table se thodi door se lagi hui thi. Woh usko upar se neeche tak ghoor raha tha — uske bhari choochiyon par jo dark green dress se dab rahe the, phir dheere se uski patli kamar par aur neeche uski badi moti gaand par jab woh baithi thi. 

Ammi ko bilkul khabar nahi thi, apne khane aur mere saath baat par dhyan thi, lekin main sab notice kar raha tha. Main usko batana chahta tha ki woh kitna dostana lagta hai, shayad yeh bhi bata dun ki woh hamara padosi hai, lekin kuchh rok raha tha. 

Main nahi chahta tha abhi phir se koi dramatic lecture shuru ho. Iske bajaye hum ne aur aasaan baaton ke saath khana khatam kiya, ghar ki ek mazedaar kahani par hanste hue aur yeh plan karte hue ki kaunse bazaar jayenge. 

Nashte ke baad hum resort ke paas ki bheed bhari sadkon par nikal gaye. Shopping ilaka rang birange dukaanon se bhara tha, hawa mein masale, taza phool aur street khane ki khushboo thi. 






Yeh bilkul Ammi-beta ka waqt tha, aur hum har pal ka maza le rahe the. Ammi ki taakat meri taakat se bilkul match kar rahi thi jab hum dukaan se dukaan ghum rahe the, unki dark green dress har kadam ke saath hil rahi thi, woh moti gaand kapde ke neeche saaf hilti aur uchalti hui. 

Main unke saath saath chal raha tha, bags uthaye hue aur har baar jab mardon ki aankhein unke curves ko follow karti, mujhe woh chhupa thrill mehsoos hota. Humne saath mein bahut si cheezein khareedi. Ammi ne nayi panties ke kai pack chune — naram cotton wale alag alag rangon mein, kuchh mein halki lace ke kinare jo unhone kaha tha unke modest kapdon ke neeche comfortable lagega. 

Unhone unhe soch samajh kar upar uthaya aur meri raay maangi apne masoom andaaz mein. “Kya lagta hai beta? Yeh practical lag rahe hain na? Ek Ammi ko acche undergarments chahiye jo lambi chal sake.” 

Main ne sar hilaya, dimag mein gandi tasveerain ghoom rahi thi ki woh unhe pehen rahi hai, kapda uski badi gaand par tight faila hua. Unhone apne pasandida khushboo ke bhi kuchh bottle khareede — halki, phoolon jaisi khushboo jo mujhe ghar ki yaad dilati thi. 

Main ne to bright rangon ki nayi shirts aur roz pehenne ke liye comfortable shoes ke couple pair chune. Hum har stall par hans rahe the, cheezein compare kar rahe the, dukaandaaron se mazaak mein bargaining kar rahe the aur jab pyaas lagi to fresh nariyal paani peene ruk gaye. 






“Yeh bahut maza aa raha hai Ammi,” maine ek baar kaha, unki baah mein apni baah daal kar. “Sirf tum aur main, saath mein cheezein chun rahe. Main to yeh poora din kar sakta hoon.” 

“Mujhe bhi beta,” unhone pyaar se jawab diya, meri baah dabate hue. “Tumhe khush dekh kar sab kuchh worthwhile lagta hai. Agar tumhare abbu humein aise dekh lein to muskurayenge.” 

Shaam tak hum dono walking aur bags uthane se thak gaye the. Hum dheere dheere seedhiyon se upar apne kamron ki taraf chale, taangein thodi thaki hui lekin dil bhare hue. “Kya din tha,” Ammi ne khushi se saans bhari jab hum apne floor par pahunche. “Iske baad mujhe lag raha hai ghanton so sakti hoon.” 






Hum seedhe apne kamron ki taraf gaye. Ammi turant shower mein chali gayi, paani ke behne ki awaaz poore space mein bhar gayi jab woh nahayi aur taza hui. Thodi der baad jab woh bahar aayi to usne light green shorts pehen rakhe the jo uski moti raanon par upar tak ruk rahe the aur matching silk shirt jo uske bhari choochiyon par naram se chipak rahi thi. 

Yeh dress simple aur araam ki thi, lekin uske voluptuous curves ko aur zyada ubhaar rahi thi — woh badi gaand ke tukde shorts mein poore bhare hue, silky kapda unke beech thoda upar chadh raha tha. Main abhi tak nahi badla tha, abhi bhi light grey shorts aur polo mein tha. 

Jab woh bistar par pillows arrange kar rahi thi, unhe achhe se phula rahi thi, maine casually kaha, “Ammi, main soch raha hoon neeche cafeteria se jaldi se kuchh snack le aau. Itni shopping se phir bhookh lag gayi. Main jaldi wapas aa jaunga.” 

Unhone pillows se upar dekha, ek pillow ko dhyaan se theek karte hue aur apne naram lekin mazboot andaaz mein jawab diya. “Theek hai beta, lekin yaad rakhna maine pehle kya kaha tha — logon se beja zaroorat baat mat karna aur bilkul bhi strangers ko haath hilaana mat. Aaj ka din bahut pyara tha; ise peaceful aur theek theek rakhein. Jaldi wapas aana taaki sone se pehle saath araam kar sakein.” 

Main halke se hans pada, sar hilaya. “Theek hai Ammi, waada. Koi haath nahi hilana, koi baat nahi. Main jaldi hoon.” Tabhi uska phone baj utha, familiar awaaz se messages aane ki. 

Main turant samajh gaya yeh abbu se tha — unka naam aate hi woh hamesha chamak uthati thi. Woh jaldi se phone uthane gayi, honthon par halki muskurahat aa gayi. “Oh, tumhare abbu ka hai. Dekhti hoon unhone kya bheja.” 

Maine muskurate hue kaha, “Abbu sach mein tumse bahut pyar karte hain Ammi. Dekho kitna busy construction kaam mein bhi message karte hain. Kitna pyara hai woh kitna care karte hain.” 

Unhone mujhe pyaar se par lekin halke se hataya, haath hilaate hue messages kholte hue. “Haan beta, karte hain, lekin ab jao — jaldi snack le kar wapas aao. Unke messages ke baare mein baat kar lenge jab tum lautoge. Mujhe zyada intezaar mat karwao.” 






Main neeche lower cafeteria ki taraf chala, resort ki shaam ki lights charon taraf chamak rahi thi. Raaste mein maine phone nikala aur apni girlfriend ko texting karne laga. 

Woh ghar par thi aur baat jaldi flirty ho gayi. Phir usne ek photo bheja — uski chut ka close-up, saaf aur chamakti hui, chhote message ke saath ki woh mujhe miss kar rahi hai. 

Mujhe khushi ki lahar daud gayi. Maine uske saath ya kisi ke saath asal mein sex nahi kiya tha, lekin uski chut aise dekh kar main bahut excited ho gaya, mera lund shorts mein hilne laga. 

Yeh thrilling tha, woh chhupa thrill kuchh naye aur gande cheez ka, chahe screen par hi kyun na ho. Main usko ek pal dekhta raha, khud se muskurata hua chalte hue. 

Tabhi maine phir se woh ganja aadmi dekha. Woh mere aage apne kamre ki taraf ja raha tha, jo hamare kamre ke bilkul bagal mein tha. Main usse kuchh kadam peeche tha, aur maine notice kiya woh seedha hamare kamre ke darwaze ki taraf dekh raha tha, jaise koi bahar aane wala ho ya shayad sirf interest se dekh raha ho. 

Mujhe exact pata nahi kyon — woh focused lag raha tha, uska mota jism white shirt aur black trousers mein purpose ke saath chal raha tha. Mere andar kuchh ne faisla kiya ki ab usse baat karne ka sahi waqt hai uske kamre mein dakhil hone se pehle. Maine apni raftaar badhayi aur politely pukara, “Maaf kijiye sir?” 

Woh palta, wohi purani dostana muskurahat chehre par fail gayi. 

Dhruv: (apne kamre ke darwaze par keycard swipe karne wala tha, palat kar) Arre! Good evening. Tum wohi ladka ho na plane wala? Apni Ammi ke saath? 

Main: Haan, main hi hoon. Mera naam Rizwan hai. Yahan bhi hum kuchh baar takra gaye hain. Sorry, pehle kabhi properly introduce nahi kiya. 

Dhruv: Koi baat nahi. Main Dhruv hoon. Achha laga finally properly milna, Rizwan. (muskurate hue haath badhaya jaldi handshake ke liye) 

Main: Mujhe bhi achha laga Dhruv. Kya aap bhi isi floor par ruk rahe hain? 

Dhruv: Haan, lagta hai maine galti se tumhare bilkul bagal wala kamra book kar liya. Chhoti duniya hai na? Main ne hallway mein tum aur tumhari Ammi ko kai baar dekha. Tum dono vacation par ho? 

Main: Haan, hum vacation par hain. Sirf Ammi-beta ka trip thoda araam karne ke liye. Iske liye bahut din se planning kar rahe the. Aap kya? Aapko kya laaya yahan? 

Dhruv: Main kaam aur thoda personal time ke mix ke liye aaya hoon. Mere paas shipping company hai, isliye bahut travel karta hoon. Kabhi kabhi kuchh din nikaal kar araam kar leta hoon. Tum aur tumhari Ammi kitne din ruk rahe ho? 

Main: Abhi paanch din aur hain. Ab tak achha guzar raha hai. Ammi ko yeh break sach mein chahiye tha. 






Dhruv: Yeh sun kar achha laga. Parivaar ke saath vacation sabse best hoti hai. (ruk kar, notice kiya main abhi bhi phone pakde hue hoon) Kahin ja rahe ho? 

Main: Bas neeche shop se kuchh snacks le aane. Bhookh lag gayi aur Ammi so gayi hain, isliye chupke se nikal aaya. 

Dhruv: (halke se hans kar) Raat ke snacks, purana scene. Main bhi ab sone wala tha. 

(Jab main phone haath mein shift kar raha tha, screen ek second ke liye on ho gaya aur meri girlfriend ki chut ki bahut gandi photo flash ho gayi, maine jaldi se lock kar ke phone peeche chhupa liya.) 

Main: (sharm se, chehra laal) Shit… sorry uske liye. Woh… um… 

Dhruv: (halke se hans kar, mujhe aaraam dene ki koshish mein) Arre relax yaar. Yeh bilkul normal hai. Hum sab bade hain yahan. Awkward feel karne ki zaroorat nahi. 

Main: (abhi bhi thoda pareshan) Haan… mera iraada nahi tha ki yeh pop ho jaye. Meri girlfriend ne pehle bheja tha aur main chat band karna bhool gaya. 

Dhruv: Sach mein, theek hai. Sabke saath hota hai. Kam se kam photography mein uski achhi choice hai na? (mazaak mein muskuraya) Uske saath kitne din se ho? 

Main: Lagbhag do saal ho gaye. Woh ghar par hai. Hum roz video call karte hain, lekin… jaante ho jab door hote ho to kaisa hota hai. 

Dhruv: Samajh gaya. Door-door relation mushkil hota hai, lekin aise chhote messages cheezein exciting banaye rakhte hain. (muskuraya) Fikr mat karo, tumhara secret mere paas safe hai. 

Main: Shukriya yaar. Bahut achha laga ki tumne baat ko ajeeb nahi banaya. 

Dhruv: Bilkul ajeeb nahi. Hum sab se guzar chuke hain. To batao… kya is trip par sirf tum aur tumhari Ammi ho? Tumhare abbu kahan hain? 

Main: Haan, sirf hum dono. Abbu Dubai mein kaam karte hain, isliye nahi aa sake. Woh apne job mein hamesha busy rehte hain. 

Dhruv: (uski aankhein interest se chamak uthi) Dubai? Yeh to interesting hai. Ammi ke liye kabhi kabhi mushkil hota hoga, jab woh itna door rehte hain. 

Main: Haan hota hai, lekin woh bahut mazboot hain. Ghar ka sab kuchh bahut achhe se sambhal leti hain. 

Dhruv: Jitna maine dekha hai, woh bahut pyari aurat lagti hain. Bahut shaandaar. Waise unka naam kya hai? 

Main: Unka naam Minal hai. 

Dhruv: Minal… bahut achha naam hai. Kya woh kaam karti hain ya ab roz ki mehnat se aaram kar rahi hain? 

Main: Pehle woh padhati thi, lekin pichhle saal early retirement le li. Ab zyadatar apne doston ke saath time bitati hain, bagiche ka kaam karti hain aur kitab padhti hain. Unhe ghumna bhi bahut pasand hai, isliye hum yahan aaye. 

Dhruv: Lagti hain bahut poori aurat. Main iski kadar karta hoon. (apni jeb se wallet nikala aur kuchh note nikale) Lo, yeh lo. Tumhare nashte ke liye… aur kal Ammi ke liye kuchh achha bhi. 

Main: (hairan hokar) Arre nahi, yeh bilkul zaruri nahi hai, Dhruv. 

Dhruv: Arre chhodo, yeh kuchh bhi nahi. Sirf chhota sa ishaara. Socho padosi ki taraf se. (phir bhi paise mere haath mein thama diye) 

Main: Theek hai… shukriya. Bahut meherbani. 

Dhruv: Koi baat nahi. To Minal ko kya kya pasand hai? Phool? Chocolate? Gehna? Kal agar main bahar gaya to unke liye chhota sa kuchh le sakta hoon. 

Main: Unhe taza phool bahut pasand hain, khas kar gulab ya lily. Aur unhe dark chocolate ki meethas bahut achhi lagti hai. Elegant rumal aur khushboo bhi pasand karti hain. 

Dhruv: Samajh gaya. Gulab aur dark chocolate… achha combination. Shayad main unke liye chhota sa tohfa le aau. Kal mujhe un se sahi se milwao ge? Main unhe personally hello karna chahta hoon. 

Main: Haan bilkul, main karwa dunga. Woh bahut milansar hain, mujhe yakin hai woh khush hongi. 

Dhruv: Bahut achha! Main iski bahut kadar karunga. (garam muskurahat ke saath) Tum bahut acche bete lagte ho, Rizwan. Apni Ammi ko aise ghumane laaye. 

Main: Shukriya. Woh iske layak hain. 

Dhruv: Bilkul. Waise kal ke liye koi plan hai? Koi achhe jagah jahan tum log jaane wale ho? 

Main: Hum soch rahe the subah pool ke paas aaram karenge, shaam ko market area ghumenge. 

Dhruv: Achha. Main bhi kuchh aisa hi kar sakta hoon. Yahan shaam bahut suhani hoti hai. 

Main: Haan, hoti hai. Abhi tak mausam bahut achha hai. 

Dhruv: (apna phone nikala) Suno, kya hum number exchange kar len? Agar tumhe ya Ammi ko kuchh chahiye, ya plan badle to. 

Main: Haan, yeh achha idea hai. (humne number badle) 

Dhruv: Perfect. Kal main tumhe Minal ke chhote tohfe ke baare mein message karunga. Aur phir se shukriya ki tumne milwane ke liye haan kaha. 

Main: Koi baat nahi. 

Dhruv: Theek hai, ab zyada nahi rokunga. Jaao nashte le aao, dukaan band hone se pehle. Tumse baat karke bahut achha laga, Rizwan. 

Main: Mujhe bhi, Dhruv. Achhi raat. 

Dhruv: Achhi raat. Kal milte hain. (muskuraya, keycard swipe kiya aur darwaza khola) 

Main: Haan, milte hain. (main elevator ki taraf chal pada) 

Woh resort ke baare mein aur hum logon ko kaisa lag raha hai, iske baare mein kuchh normal sawal puchhta raha, uski aankhein ek do baar phir se hamare darwaze ki taraf gayi. Main bhi halki fulki baat karta raha, lekin jab kuchh minute baad baat khatam hui, 

mujhe saaf mehsoos hua — woh Ammi mein interested tha. Jaise usne breakfast ke waqt unki taraf dekha tha, ab bhi hamare kamre ki taraf baar baar nazar daal raha tha… bilkul saaf tha. Lekin normal bete ki tarah protective mehsoos karne ki bajaye mere andar ek ulta utsaah jag raha tha. Mujhe Ammi se uski mulakat karwane ka intezaar hone laga. 

Phir main apne kamre ki taraf wapas gaya. Darwaza khola to kamra bilkul sannata tha. Ammi ko jaise maine pehle bataya tha, naachna bahut pasand hai, lekin kamra ekdum chup tha. Maine socha shayad woh so gayi hongi. 

Main pehle unke kamre mein gaya, andar dekha to woh sach mein so rahi thi. Woh pet ke bal leti hui thi aur uski badi moti gaand upar ki taraf uthi hui thi. Dekhte hi mera lund khada hone laga. Main sochne laga — agar Dhruv Ammi ko is tarah bistar par dekhe to kya hoga. 




 

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