[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 

 

[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 

 

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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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CHAPTER 4



Phool, Chai, aur woh Picnic jo sab kuch badal gaya




Agli subah main aankhein khol kar utha, dimag abhi bhi thoda dhundhla tha kyonki raat ko Ammi so 
jaane ke baad maine phir porn dekhi thi. Lekin screen par message dekh kar mera dil ek pal ke liye 
ruk gaya. Yeh message Uncle Dhruv ka tha — woh ganja, mota aadmi jo plane mein aur hamare 
bagal wale kamre mein tha. “Rizwan beta, jaldi se mere kamre mein aa ja. Tere Ammi ke liye
 kuchh hai. Phool aur chocolate. Woh abhi so rahi hai na? Usse mat uthana. Bas dheere se knock 
kar dena.” 

Main jaldi se uth baitha, hairan tha ki usne kal shaam hallway mein humari chhoti si baat ko itna
 yaad rakh liya. Hum sirf kuchh minute baat kiye the, lekin usne samajh liya tha ki main Ammi 
ko kisi naye tareeke se muskurana chahta hoon. Main jaldi se chappal pehen kar apne kamre se
 nikal pada, bilkul awaaz na karte hue. 

Ammi ka darwaza abhi bhi band tha, andar se uski dheemi saans ki awaaz aa rahi thi — woh 
abhi gehri neend mein thi, shayad pet ke bal leti hui jaise usko pasand tha. 

Main Dhruv ke darwaze par dheere se knock kiya, usne turant khol diya. Uska mazboot, mota
 jism darwaze mein bhar gaya, simple white baniyan aur shorts mein. Subah ki roshni mein woh
 aur bhi takatwar lag raha tha, ganja sir chamakta hua aur bade kandhe woh takat dikha rahe
 the jo main videos mein dekhta tha un dominant mardon mein. 

Usne pyaar se muskurate hue mujhe ek sundar laal gulab diya jo saaf se lapeta hua tha aur 
saath mein chhoti si box imported chocolate ki. “Le beta. Kal jo tu ne kaha tha usse yaad tha.
 Usse surprise dena chahta tha. 

Zaroori hai woh jaane ki yeh us dost se hai jise plane mein itna graceful family dekh kar acha 
laga tha. Aur Rizwan… abhi is baat ko hum dono ke beech hi rakh. Jaldi mat karna. Bas usse
 maza lene de.” 

Main ne sar hilaya, abhi bhi thoda hairan. “Theek hai Uncle Dhruv. Shukriya. Main sambhal 
lunga.” Maine gifts jaldi se le liye, dimag mein woh chhupa thrill tha jo mujhe hamesha 
thoda haram feel hone par aata tha. 

Main tez kadmon se wapas apne kamron ki taraf lauta, dil zor zor se dhadak raha tha. Ammi
 ab uth chuki thi aur nahane gayi thi — paani ki awaaz aa rahi thi aur woh dheemi si nasheed 
gunguna rahi thi. Main apne kamre mein ghus kar gulab aur chocolate ko suitcase ke andar
 kapdon ke neeche chhupa diya aur normal banne ki koshish ki. Jab woh kuchh minute baad 
bahar nikli, taza aur chamakti hui robe mein, usne mujhe muskurate hue dekha. 

“Good morning beta. Main nahate waqt soch rahi thi… aaj shaam hum kisi aur jagah maze ke 
liye jaayein. Shayad woh cultural market ya beach ke paas sham ki roshni. Tu kya kehta hai? 
Kal ke shopping ke baad humein maze karne chahiye.” 

Main muskuraya, andar se energy ka josh mehsoos karte hue. “Yeh toh perfect hai Ammi. 
Main khush hoon jahan bhi jaayein bas tere saath ho. Tu hamesha sabse achhe ideas choose
 karti hai.” 

Usne bright yellow dress pehen li jo usko bahut khubsurat bana rahi thi, kapda dheere se 
taangon tak ja raha tha lekin uske bhare hue curves ko secretly us tarah se jakad raha tha 
jo mujhe bahut pasand tha. 






Yellow rang ne uski golden chamdi ko aur nikhar diya tha aur matching veil uske chehre ko
 perfect frame kar raha tha. Maine blue shirt aur denim jeans pehen li, uske bagal mein 
casual lekin acha lag raha tha. 

Hum breakfast ke liye neeche jaane wale the tab maine socha ki ab waqt hai. Maine chhupa
 hua gulab aur chocolate ki bar peeche se dono haathon mein pakad liya taaki woh turant 
na dekh le. 

Ammi: Rizwan, tere peeche kya chhupa raha hai? Jab se main uthi hoon tu aise muskurata
 khada hai. 

Main: (muskurate hue) Kuchh nahi Ammi. Pehle yahan aa kar baith ja. 

Ammi: (ek eyebrow upar karke, bed ke kinaare baithte hue) Theek hai… ab bata. Kya 
chal raha hai? 

Main: (haath aage laate hue, sundar taaza gulabon ka bouquet aur dark chocolate ki
 box dikha kar) Yeh tere liye hain. 

Ammi: (zor se saans rokti, aankhein phail jaati hain) Oh mere Khuda! Rizwan! (turant 
khadi hokar mujhe tight hug mein kheench leti hai) Kya yeh sach mein mere liye hain? 

Main: Haan Ammi. Sab tere liye. 

Ammi: (mujhe abhi bhi tight hug kiye hue, awaaz naram aur jazbaati) Beta, yeh bahut
 meetha hai tera. Tujhe yeh karne ki zaroorat nahi thi. Abhi mujhe bahut pyar 
mehsoos ho raha hai. Tu hamesha apni Ammi ko khush karna jaanta hai. Bahut bahut
 shukriya mere pyare bete. Main tujhse bahut pyar karti hoon. 

Main: (hug wapas karte hue) Mujhe khushi hai tu pasand karti hai. 

Ammi: (thoda peeche hat kar lekin abhi bhi meri baahon ko pakde, chamakti
 muskurahat ke saath) Tu duniya ka sabse best beta hai. Yeh phool itne sundar hain
… aur dark chocolate? Tu ne mera favourite yaad rakha. Idhar aa, ek aur hug de. 

(Hum phir kuchh second tak hug karte hain) 

Ammi: Sach mein, isne mera poora din bana diya. Tu ne yeh kab liya tha? 

Main: Asal mein Ammi… yeh mere taraf se nahi hain. 






Ammi: (poori tarah peeche hat kar, uljhi hui nazar se) Kya? Phir yeh kis taraf se hain? 

Main: Yeh Mr. Dhruv ki taraf se hain. 

Ammi: Dhruv? Yeh Dhruv kaun hai? Mujhe koi Dhruv nahi pata. 

Main: Relax Ammi. Phir se baith ja. Main theek se samjhaata hoon. 

Ammi: (phir baithte hue, abhi bhi phool aur chocolate pakde hue, uljhan bhari 
nazar se) Theek hai, sun rahi hoon. Yeh aadmi kaun hai aur woh mujhe phool aur
 chocolate kyon de raha hai? 

Main: Woh wohi aadmi hai jo plane mein humare saamne baitha tha. Kuchh rows
 aage. Maaloom pada usne galti se hamare bagal wala kamra book kar liya. 
Hallway mein hum kuchh baar takra chuke hain. 

Ammi: (thoda frown karte hue) Plane wala aadmi? Lekin woh mujhe gift kyon de 
raha hai? Aur tu usse mere baare mein baat kaise kar raha tha? 

Main: Kal raat jab main snacks kharidne gaya tha tab hallway mein usse mil gaya.
 Baat shuru hui, proper introduction hua. Woh acha aadmi lagta hai. Uska shipping
 company hai. 

Ammi: Shipping company? Aur woh kisi ki Ammi ko random phool de deta hai? Rizwan,
 yeh ajeeb lag raha hai. Kya tere abbu ne uske through yeh bheje hain? 

Main: Nahi Ammi. Abbu se nahi hai. Abbu ko bhi uska pata nahi. 

Ammi: Phir kyon? Ab main uljhan mein hoon. 

Main: Usne subah mujhe call kiya jab tu abhi so rahi thi. Kaha jaldi se uske kamre 
mein aa jaaun. Main gaya aur usne yeh tere liye diye. Kaha friendly gesture ke taur
 par chhota sa gift dena chahta tha. 

Ammi: (phool aur chocolate ko bedside table par rakhte hue) Rizwan, main
 ajnabiyon se cheezein nahi leti. Khaas kar phool aur chocolate kisi random mard 
se. Yeh sahi nahi hai. 

Main: Ammi, woh ab asal mein ajnabi nahi raha. Hum kuchh baar mil chuke hain. 
Woh bas acha ban raha hai. Usne humein saath dekha aur socha kind cheez hogi. 

Ammi: (sir hilaate hue) Nahi beta. Main yeh accept nahi kar sakti. Log kya sochenge? 
Aur agar tere abbu ko pata chal gaya to? 

Main: Arre Ammi. Isme galat kya hai. Tu appreciation deserve karti hai. Tu abhi bhi 
itni khubsurat hai, jaanti hai? Bahut se mard tujhe adore karenge agar mauka mile. 
Yeh normal hai. 

Ammi: (halki si daantte hue) Rizwan! Aise mat bol. Main teri Ammi hoon. Aur
 main shadi shuda aurat hoon. Yeh inappropriate hai. 

Main: Main sirf sach bata raha hoon Ammi. Tu bahut achhi lagti hai aur usne notice
 kiya. Kal raat usne tere baare mein bahut achhi baatein poochi thi — tu kya 
pasand karti hai, tere hobbies, sab kuchh. Usne kaha tu bahut graceful lagti hai. 

Ammi: (aur zyada uljhi hui) Usne mere baare mein poocha? Usne exactly kya kaha? 

Main: Usne kaha tu thoda sa bhi dekhe to bahut lovely lagti hai. Usne mujhse kaha 
aaj tujhe properly introduce karwaaun. Aur usne specially poocha tu ko kaunse 
gifts pasand hain — isliye usne roses aur dark chocolate choose kiye. 

Ammi: (abhi bhi uljhan mein, sochti hui) Yeh sab itna achanak hai. Main is aadmi 
ko jaanti bhi nahi aur woh mere bete ke through mujhe gifts bhej raha hai? 

Main: Exactly. Woh polite aur respectful hai. Usne kuchh weird nahi kiya. Bas
 hello personally kehna chahta hai. 

Ammi: (saans chhodte hue) Hamare mazhab mein unrelated mardon se aise
 personal gifts lena sahi nahi. Phool aur chocolate… yeh bahut intimate feel hota hai. 

Main: Ammi please har cheez mein mazhab mat laao. Yeh sirf friendly gesture 
hai. Har cheez ko aise nahi dekhna chahiye. Woh bas kind ban raha hai. 

Ammi: (khadi hokar, table se purse uthati hui aur phool chocolate ko counter par
 neatly rakhne lagi) Nahi, main yeh accept nahi kar sakti. Rizwan, abhi ja kar
 yeh wapas kar de. Usse keh dena shukriya lekin main nahi le sakti. 

Main: Ammi, tu itna overthink kyon kar rahi hai? Kam se kam phool to soongh le.
 Woh sach mein taaza aur achhe hain. 

Ammi: (gusse se) Soongh loon? Main un phoolon ko soonghna nahi chahti jo kisi 
ajnabi ne bheje hain jo bagal wale kamre mein rehta hai aur mere peeche 
mere baare mein poochhta hai! Kya pata uske galat iraade hon? 

(Main uski dramatic acting par hansne se khud ko rok nahi paata.) 

Ammi: (mujhe ghoorte hue) Tu kyon hans raha hai? Yeh mazak nahi hai Rizwan! 

Main: (abhi bhi halke se hanste hue) Sorry Ammi. Bas… tu aise behave kar rahi 
hai jaise woh koi khatarnak criminal ho. Woh normal aadmi hai jiska company 
hai. Woh bahut travel karta hai. Shayad bas akela ya friendly hai. 

Ammi: (abhi bhi gussa lekin thoda naram hote hue) Phir bhi. Mujhe pasand nahi.
 Chalo abhi is aadmi se milte hain. Main dekhna chahti hoon woh kaun hai. 
Usse keh uske yahan aane ko ya main tere saath chali jaungi. Jaldi taiyar ho. 

Main: Theek hai theek hai. Lekin gifts abhi ke liye rakh le. Kam se kam turant
 wapas mat kar. Pehle usse mil lete hain aur dekhte hain. 

Ammi: (baahen cross karte hue) Maine kaha jaldi kar. Main kuchh accept nahi 
karungi jab tak main khud is Mr. Dhruv ko na dekh loon. Aur tu ajnabiyon se
 itni aasani se baat nahi karni chahiye beta. Maine kitni baar kaha hai. 

Main: Ammi, woh ab ajnabi nahi raha. Hum kai din se bagal bagal mein hain. 
Har baar woh polite raha hai. Mujh par bharosa kar, woh bas acha ban raha hai.
 Jab tu usse milegi to khud dekh legi. 

Ammi: (abhi bhi poori tarah convinced nahi, jaldi se mirror mein khud ko check
 karte hue) Theek hai. Lekin main sirf isliye ja rahi hoon kyonki main usko 
personally shukriya kehna chahti hoon aur kehna chahti hoon ki yeh zaruri nahi. 
Abhi chalo. 

Main: Achha. Mujhe do minute de jootey pehen loon. 

Ammi: (phir se purse uthate hue) Nahi, abhi chalo. Main is baare mein sochte 
hue waqt waste nahi karna chahti. Aa, jaldi kar. 

Main: (muskurate hue) Dekha? Ab tu curious ho gayi hai. 

Ammi: (mujhe dekhte hue) Mujhe chhed mat. Bas chal. 

(Hum dono darwaze ki taraf chal padte hain, Ammi abhi bhi uljhan, gussa aur thodi
 si curiosity ka milaap liye hue hotel room se nikalti hai.) 

Hum seedhe seediyon se neeche utar rahe the, gulab aur chocolate ab chhote se 
bag mein mere paas the. Mere phone ki pocket mein vibration hui — Dhruv ne
 phir message kiya tha. 

Main chupke se phone nikala jab hum chal rahe the, Ammi ko pehle notice na 
hone diya. Messages chhote aur friendly the: “Usne phool aur chocolate pasand 
kiye? Bata uski reaction kaisi thi.” 

Ammi ne mujhe neeche dekhte hue notice kar liya. “Rizwan beta, seediyon se 
utarte hue tu kisko message kar raha hai? Phone rakh de. Gir sakta hai aur chot
 lag sakti hai. Hum vacation par hain — steps aur hum par dhyaan rakh, phone 
par nahi.” 

Maine phone jaldi se wapas pocket mein daal diya, smoothly jhooth bolte hue.
 “Oh kuchh nahi Ammi. Bas ghar ka ek dost trip ke baare mein poochh raha
 tha. Sorry, ab band kar deta hoon. Tu sahi kehti hai, mujhe dhyaan rakhna chahiye.” 

Lekin jaise hi woh aage dekhne lagi, maine messages check kiye. Dhruv ne 
poocha tha ki Ammi ko pasand aaya. Maine jaldi se type kiya: “Usne bahut 
pasand kiya aur woh tujhse milna chahti hai.” 

Usne turant reply kiya: “Sach? Yeh mujhe khush kar deta hai. Main lobby ke 
paas hallway mein intezaar kar raha hoon agar tu properly introduce karna 
chahe. Koi pressure nahi beta. Bas mujhe lagta hai teri Ammi bahut 
wonderful aurat hai.” 

Maine usko bataya: “Hotel ke hallway mein wait kar. Hum abhi neeche aa rahe hain.” 

Ammi ne phir mujhe dekha jab hum utar rahe the. “Rizwan, abhi tu suspicious
 lag raha hai. Tu kya plan kar raha hai? Tu khud se muskurata hai aur phone
 check kar raha hai. Sach bata beta. Mujhe pata hai jab mera energetic beta
 kuchh chhupa raha hota hai.” 

Main halke se hans diya, uski baah mein apna haath daal kar mood light rakhne 
ke liye. “Koi chinta ki baat nahi Ammi. Bas khush hoon ki humara ek aur
 mazedaar din hai. Tu kabhi kabhi zyada soch leti hai, lekin main isliye tujhse 
pyar karta hoon. Subah ka maza lete hain, theek hai?” 

Jab hum pehli manzil ke landing par pahunche, maine usko dekh liya. Uncle 
Dhruv wahan khada tha, chaudi sunlit hallway mein lobby ke paas, light blue 
shirt aur khaki trousers mein mazboot aur confident dikhta hua. 

Uska ganja sir 
chamak raha tha aur bada seena aur moti baahen dikha rahi thi ki woh kuchh
 bhi utha sakta hai bina mehnat ke. Woh casually ek pillar se tek lagaye hue
 tha, haath mein garam chai ka cup, aankhein area scan kar rahi thi jab tak
 hum par nahi pad gayi. 

Ammi ne abhi usko nahi dekha tha — woh abhi bhi seediyon ki taraf dekh rahi thi —
 lekin main kuchh wajah se muskuraya, woh chhupa excitement andar ubal raha 
tha. Maine uski baah thodi aur tight pakdi aur kaha, “Ammi, woh raha. Woh 
Uncle Dhruv hai. Main tujhe properly introduce karta hoon.” 

Jab Ammi ne upar dekh kar usko dekha, uski nazar aisi badli jo maine expect 
nahi kiya tha. Usmein utsaah tha, uski hazel aankhein curiosity ki chamak se 
jagmagaa uthi thi pehle wali uljhan ki jagah. 

Usne mere kaan mein dheere se fisfisaya, abhi bhi meri baah pakde hue, 
“Rizwan beta… mujhe lagta hai maine ise kahin pehle dekha hai. Plane mein
 shayad? Woh familiar lag raha hai. Lekin yahan wait kyon kar raha hai?” 

Main usko smoothly le gaya. “Uncle Dhruv, yeh meri Ammi hain. Ammi, yeh
 Uncle Dhruv hain — hamare flight mein the aur bagal wale kamre mein rehte
 hain. Inhone hi phool aur chocolate bheje the. Bahut friendly hain.” 

Dhruv ne garam muskurahat se chai ko paas wale table par rakh diya aur
 respectful andaaz mein sir hilaya. 

Dhruv: (apne darwaze ke bahar khade, garam chai ka cup haath mein, sip 
karte hue) Oh hello! (cup neeche karke garam muskurahat) Aap Minal hain. 
Main aap dono ko idhar udhar dekhta raha hoon lekin proper hi nahi keh saka.
 Aap se mil kar khushi hui. 

Ammi: (ek second ruk kar, clearly surprised, phir politely haath aage badhati
 hui) Hello… aap se bhi mil kar acha laga. 

(Woh haath milate hain. Main wahan jakad sa khada reh jaata hoon — 
Ammi ne zindagi mein kabhi bhi family ke bahar kisi mard se haath nahi
 milaya. Meri aankhein phail jaati hain lekin main kuchh nahi bolta.) 








Dhruv: (uske haath ko ek chhote se respectful second tak pakde reh kar chhod 
deta hai) Asal mein maine aap dono ko yahan aate flight mein pehle notice 
kiya tha. Aap mujhse kuchh rows aage baithi thi na? Maa aur beta achhi 
vacation par — dekh kar bahut acha laga. Maine socha “kitna sundar family 
moment hai.” 

Ammi: (halki si muskurahat, lekin clearly thoda uncomfortable) Haan… hum 
same flight mein the. Mujhe nahi pata tha ki aap wohi hain jiska Rizwan ne 
zikr kiya. 

Dhruv: (chai ka sip lete hue, aankhein thodi der uske seene par jaati hain phir 
jaldi upar) Exactly. Chhota sa sansar. Main Dhruv hoon. Mera shipping 
company hai — zyadatar international cargo, containers wagairah. Isliye mujhe
 bahut travel karna padta hai, isi wajah se galti se bagal wala kamra book ho 
gaya. (halke se hansta hai) 

Main: (josh mein bolte hue) Ammi, yaad hai subah wale phool aur chocolate? 
Woh Dhruv ki taraf se the. Usne bahut pasand kiye Dhruv. Roses uske 
favourite the aur dark chocolate — usne box ka aadha hissa almost khatam kar diya. 

Ammi: (mere peeth peeche se zor se pinch karti hai jahan Dhruv nahi dekh
 sakta, uske naakhun andar dhans jaate hain silent warning ke taur par) 

Dhruv: (eyebrows upar karke, sach mein khush lagte hue) Sach? Bahut khushi
 hui. Mujhe nahi pata tha main zyada ho gaya ya nahi. Bas kal raat Rizwan se
 baat karne ke baad kuchh acha karna chahta tha. 

Main: (pinch ko ignore karte hue Ammi ki taraf mudte hue) Batao Ammi. 
Dhruv ko batao tumhe pasand aaye. 

Ammi: (awaaz thodi tight, gaal halke se laal, clearly awkward) Um… haan. 
Woh… bahut ache the. Shukriya. Soch samajh kar kiya tha. 

Dhruv: (aur badi muskurahat, uski nazar phir se uske bade choochiyon par
 thodi der zyada rukti hai jab woh bol rahi hoti hai) Sun kar bahut khushi hui 
Minal. Rizwan ne bataya tumhe roses aur dark chocolate pasand hain, isliye 
maine risk le liya. Vacation par aap pamper hone ke layak ho. 

Ammi: (bechaini se shift karti hui, baahen seene par cross kar leti hai bina soch 
ke ki isse cheezein aur zyada dikhti hain) Yeh… achanak tha. Main aise logon se
 gifts nahi leti jinko main nahi jaanti. 

Main: (jaldi se) Lekin ab to jaan gayi na Ammi. Hum sab bagal bagal mein rehte 
hain. Theek hai. 

Dhruv: (samajhte hue sar hilate, abhi bhi chai ka cup pakde) Main poori tarah
 samajhta hoon. Aaj kal duniya mein cautious rehna smart hai. Lekin waada 
karta hoon yeh sirf neighbors ke beech friendly gesture tha. Kya hum saath 
saath neeche chalte hain? Main bhi lobby ki taraf hi ja raha tha. 

Mom: (aadha second ruk kar) Theek hai… 

(Hum teeno seedhiyan neeche utarne lagte hain. Dhruv Ammi ke doosre taraf 
chal raha hai, abhi bhi chhote chhote sip tea leta hua.) 

Dhruv: To Minal, vacation ab tak kaisi lag rahi hai? Rizwan ne bataya sirf tum
 dono ho. 

Ammi: Bahut aaram se guzar rahi hai. Hamein roz ki zindagi se thoda door jaane
 ki zarurat thi. 

Dhruv: Samajh sakta hoon. Ghar akeli sambhalna jab shauhar Dubai mein ho,
 thakawat bhari hoti hogi. Rizwan ne kal raat bataya tha. 

Ammi: (ek pal ke liye mujhe tez nazar se dekh kar) Haan… woh kaam ke silsile
 mein aksar bahar rehte hain. 

Dhruv: (seedhiyan utarte hue aankhein thodi neeche jaati hui) Kabhi kabhi mushkil
 hota hoga. Lekin tum sab kuchh itni khubsurati se sambhal leti ho. Plane mein bhi 
notice kiya tha — Rizwan ka kitna khayal rakh rahi thi, usko comfortable
 banane ke liye. 

Ammi: (bejane si hansi, baat halki rakhne ki koshish) Arre yeh to Ammiyan karti
 hain. Rizwan ab bada ho gaya hai lekin purane aadat nahi jaati. 

Main: (muskurate hue) Dekha Ammi? Usne notice kiya tum kitni kamal ho. 

Ammi: (mujhe phir se zor se pinch karti hui, saans mein fisfisate hue) Rizwan, bas
 karo. 

Dhruv: (halke se hanste hue, pinch ko anjaan banate) Nahi, woh sahi keh raha
 hai. Aaj kal itna kareeb Ammi-beta ka rishta kam hi dekhte hain. Zyadatar
 ladke apni zindagi mein busy rehte hain. Tumne usko bahut achhe se pala hai,
 Minal. 

Ammi: Shukriya… yeh sun kar achha laga. (awaaz abhi bhi thodi sakht) 

Dhruv: To batao, ghar par usually kya karti ho? Rizwan ne kaha tum padhati thi? 

Ammi: Haan, kai saal tak padhaya. English aur sahitya. Pichhle saal jaldi 
retirement le li. 

Dhruv: Sahitya — bahut achha. Jab time milta hai main padhta hoon, lekin 
mera kaam zyadatar contracts aur logistics mein rehta hai. Shipping mein 
bahut paperwork aur raat ke calls hote hain. Kaunsi kitabain pasand hain? 

Ammi: Zyadatar purani kitabain… aur kuchh shayari. Zyada modern nahi. 

Dhruv: (muskurate hue, aankhein ek baar phir neeche jaati hui phir sambhal 
leta) To main tumse recommendation le sakta hoon. Shayad yahan hum sab
 ke saath kuchh achhi kitab suggest kar sakti ho. 

Main: (beech mein bolte hue) Ammi, Dhruv keh raha tha agar tum theek ho 
to neeche coffee ke liye saath chal sakta hai. Woh yahan ke kuchh achhe shant 
jagah jaanta hai. 

Ammi: (mujhe dekhti hui, phir Dhruv ko, clearly polite rehne ki koshish) 
Main… nahi jaanti. Main aur mera beta green park ka plan bana rahe the. 

Dhruv: Koi pressure nahi, Minal. Main tumhara Ammi-beta ka time kharab
 nahi karna chahta. Lekin agar kabhi baat karne ka man ho ya local tips
 chahiye to main bilkul paas wale kamre mein hoon. Rizwan ke paas mera
 number ab hai. 

Ammi: (dheere se sir hilaati hui, abhi bhi bechain) Yeh… bahut meherbani hai.
 Phool aur chocolate ke liye phir se shukriya. Zaruri nahi tha lekin achha laga. 

Dhruv: Waise, tum dono kitne din aur rahoge? Shayad ek shaam chhoti si sair 
kar len agar time ho. Kuchh khaas nahi — sirf paas ke bazaar dekhne ke liye. 

Ammi: Abhi kuchh din aur hain. Dekhte hain… 

Dhruv: Bilkul. Koi jaldi nahi. Main khud yahan ek hafte aur hoon. Tum dono
 ko behtar tarike se jaan lena achha rahega. Rizwan bahut achha ladka hai — 
clearly Ammi par gaya hai. 

Ammi: (dheemi awaaz mein, khud se) Yeh sab mere liye bilkul naya hai… 

Main: (chupke se Ammi se) Dekha? Woh sirf dostana vyavahar kar raha hai. 
Koi fikar ki baat nahi. 

Ammi: (mujhe woh nazar deti hai jo kehti hai baad mein baat hogi, phir 
Dhruv ki taraf polite muskurahat ke saath) Rizwan ne bataya tum shipping ke 
kaam se bahut travel karte ho. Bahut mazedaar hoga. 

Dhruv: Kuchh lamhe to hote hain. Alag alag bandargah, alag alag sanskriti. Lekin 
lambe din ke baad shant hotel kamre mein lautna simple baaton ki qeemat 
samjhaata hai. (baat karte hue aankhein ek pal ke liye phir neeche) Khaskar itni 
achhi company ke saath. 

Ammi: (uski nazar ka bojh mehsoos karte hue, phir se baahen cross kar leti) Hmm. 

Dhruv: (seedhiyan neeche chalte hue, khali tea cup haath mein) Aaj ka mausam 
bahut achha lag raha hai. Agar tum dono ka koi fixed plan nahi to paas mein ek
 sundar shaant park hai jismein chhota sa jheel bhi hai. Subah bahut aaram
 deta hai. 

Ammi: (seedhiyan par sambhal kar chalte hue, awaaz polite lekin thodi tanav
 bhari) Asal mein Dhruv… hum apne aap kahin jaane ki soch rahe the. Suggestion
 ke liye shukriya, lekin hum khud sambhal lenge. 

Dhruv: (garam muskurahat ke saath) Arre chalo. Koi takleef nahi. Main tum dono
 ko car se le ja sakta hoon. Meri gaadi bahar parked hai. Taxi ya garmi mein chalne se
 kahin behtar rahega. 

Ammi: (polite inkaar karte hue, dheere sir hilaati) Nahi sach mein. Bahut meherbani,
 lekin hum tumhe takleef nahi dena chahte. Hum khud chale jayenge. 

Main: (jaldi beech mein bolte hue, utsaahit) Ammi, kyon nahi? Dhruv achhe se offer
 kar raha hai. Uski gaadi taxi se kahin behtar hogi. Aur woh ilaaka jaanta hai. Chalo,
 uske saath chalte hain. 

Ammi: (Dhruv ke peeche se mera haath zor se pinch karti hui, tez aur thoda gusse
 wali nazar deti hui jo saaf kehti hai “abhi band karo”) 

(Main pinch mehsoos karta hoon lekin andar se hansta hoon, chehre par dikhane ki
 koshish nahi karta.) 

Main: (pinch ko ignore karte hue khushi se) Sach mein Ammi. Dhruv sirf dostana 
vyavahar kar raha hai. Mazaa aayega. Woh humein chhod dega aur hum park mein 
thodi der enjoy kar lenge. 

Dhruv: (agla landing aane par Ammi ki taraf sir ghumate hue) Bilkul, Minal. Main sirf
 dostana vyavahar kar raha hoon — isse zyada kuchh nahi. Subah mere paas free
 time bhi hai. Tum dono ko le jaana mera khushi ka mauka hoga. Koi majboori nahi. 

Ammi: (ek pal ke liye deewar ki taraf dekh kar, bechain aur sochti hui) … 

(Tabhi Ammi ka phone purse mein vibrate karta hai. Woh rukti hai, phone nikaalti hai
 aur screen dekhti hai. Yeh Abbu ka message hai: “Subah bakhair, Minal. Umeed hai 
tum aur Rizwan achha time guzar rahe ho. Tum dono ko yaad aa raha hai.” Mujhe
 exact pata hai kyonki maine family messages connect kar rakhe hain — Abbu ka koi
bhi message Ammi ko jaate hi mere phone par bhi aa jata hai.) 

Ammi: (message ko kuchh second tak dekhti rahi lekin jawab nahi diya. Chupke se 
phone wapas purse mein daal diya, thodi uljhan mein.) 

Dhruv: (dheere se, chhoti si rukawat ke baad) To kya kehti ho, Minal? Sirf park tak 
chhoti si drive? Wahan baith kar fresh hawa lenge, phir jab chaaho wapas le aunga. 

Ammi: (halke se saans chhodti hui, abhi bhi hesitant) Theek hai… lekin wahan zyada
 der nahi rukna. Sirf thodi der, okay? 

Main: (andar se bahut khush, muskurate hue) Haan! Bahut achha, Ammi. 

Dhruv: ( chamakdar muskurahat ke saath) Perfect. Tumhe afsos nahi hoga. Meri 
gaadi bahut comfortable hai aur subah park bahut shaant hota hai. 

Main: (Dhruv ki taraf mud kar, Ammi ke saamne taareef karte hue) Dekho Dhruv uncle,
 tum kitne acche aur madadgaar ho. Har koi anjaan logon ko aise drive nahi offer
 karta. Bahut bahut shukriya. 

Dhruv: (sharmate hue hanste) Kuchh bhi nahi, Rizwan. Madad karne mein khushi. 

Main: (utsaah se) Aur Ammi bhi sabse best hain. Woh hamesha sabke liye caring aur
 polite hoti hain. Jab hum saath time bitayenge to tum dekh lena kitni achhi hain. 

Ammi: (ab chupke se chal rahi hai, andar se mujh par bahut gussa hai lekin chehra
 bahar se composed aur polite rakhe hue. Woh Dhruv ke saamne scene nahi banana
 chahti. Uska jaw thoda tight hai aur jab Dhruv nahi dekh raha hota to mujhe ek aur 
warning nazar deti hai.) 

Dhruv: (polite nod karte) Plane aur hallway mein bhi notice kar liya tha. Minal bahut 
graceful aur garam insaan lagti hain. Aaj kal aisi composure kam hi milti hai. 

Ammi: (dheemi awaaz mein, abhi bhi poori tarah comfortable nahi) Shukriya… lekin 
sach mein, park mein zyada der nahi rukna. 

Main: (halka dhakka dete hue) Ammi, relax karo. Achha rahega. Dhruv best jagah
 jaanta hai. Vacation ko theek se enjoy karne ka haq hai tumhe. 

Dhruv: (reassure karte hue jab hum seedhiyan ke neeche lobby mein pahunchte hain) 
Bilkul. Koi pressure nahi, Minal. Agar kabhi wapas aane ka man ho to bas ek shabd aur 
main seedha hotel le aunga. Mujhe sirf company mil rahi hai, isliye khush hoon. Akela 
travel karna kabhi kabhi bore kar deta hai. 

Ammi ne qabool to kar liya tha lekin saaf tha ki woh majboori se kar rahi hai. Woh andar 
se mujh par bahut gussa thi lekin bahar se composed rahi, awaaz steady aur chehra 
shaant. “Theek hai, agar Rizwan jaana chahta hai… lekin sirf thodi der ke liye. Beta, 
yeh pehli baar hai jab main kisi doosre mard ke saath aise baith rahi hoon. Tumhara 
abbu humare liye mehnat kar raha hai aur mujhe poori tarah comfortable nahi lag raha.
 Lekin jab hum family ke roop mein yahan hain… theek hai. Chalo.” 

Park jaate waqt gaadi mein main peeche baitha tha aur Ammi aage. Maine jaldi se usko
 text kiya: “Bas enjoy karo Ammi. Koi gunah nahi kar rahi ho. Woh sirf achha aadmi hai 
aur yeh sirf picnic hai. Relax karo aur maza lo.” 

Usne phone uthaya, message padha aur rear view mirror se mujhe dekha. Uski aankhein 
abhi bhi gusse se chhoti hui thi, Ammi wali andaaz mein, lekin woh zor se kuchh nahi 
boli. Main chupke se khud par hansta raha aur usko laughing emoji bhej diya. 

Usne jaldi reply kiya: “Hotel kamre mein lautne ke baad main tumhe chhoti kar dungi, 
Rizwan. Yeh sab tumhari wajah se hai.” Maine phir se laughing emoji bheja aur gaadi 
aage badhti rahi. 

Picnic spot par hariyali bahut hari bhari aur shaant thi, pedon ki chhaon mein perfect
 khuli jagah thi. Dhruv ne apni picnic carpet trunk se nikaali — naram aur rang birangi,
 hum teeno ke liye kaafi badi. 










Raaste mein ek stall se taaza khana kharida tha: parathe, phal, snacks aur thande drinks. 
Humne sab faila diya aur halki hawa chalte hue baat karne lage. 

Maine notice kiya ab Ammi uske saamne kitni composed ho chuki thi. Jaise Dhruv usko kai 
saalon se jaanta ho. Woh uske saath aasani se baat kar rahi thi, uski kahaniyon par hans
 rahi thi, uska body language sakht hone ki bajaye relaxed tha. 

Woh carpet par pair mod kar baithi thi, uska chamakdar peela dress uske ird-gird faila
 hua, aur ghar ki family life ke baare mein khule dil se baat kar rahi thi, mere energetic
 nature par chhote chhote mazak bhi share kar rahi thi. 

Teen saaf waqiyat the jo dikha rahe the woh uske saath kitni aasani aur bekhauf ho
 chuki thi. Pehla, jab Dhruv ne business trip ki ek mazedaar galat kahani sunayi, Ammi 
zor se hans padi aur ek pal ke liye uske haath par halka sa haath rakh kar boli, “Arre 
tum to bahut ho, Dhruv bhai. Yeh to bilkul mere shauhar Naveed ke saath hone wali
 baat lag rahi hai!” 

Yeh chhota sa touch tha lekin bilkul natural, jaise purane dost hon. 

Doosra, jab hum khana baant rahe the, Ammi ne apne haath se usko ek tukda phal diya, 
plate par rakhne ki bajaye seedha haath badha kar. “Lo, yeh try karo — sabse meetha
 hai. Humein drive kar ke laane ke baad bhook lagi hogi.” 

Uski awaaz garam thi, koi hesitation nahi, aankhein uski aankhon se aaram se mil rahi thi. 

Teesra, jab main paas ke washroom gaya aur wapas aaya to dekha woh dono park ke
 chhaon wale raste par saath chal rahe the. Woh side by side, itna paas ki unki 
baahen lagbhag chhoo rahi thi, baat karte hue hans rahe the jaise pati-patni casual 
ghumne nikle hon. 







Ammi ki moti gaand peele dress mein hil rahi thi jab woh haathon se ishara kar ke ghar
 ki puritan family life ke baare mein bata rahi thi aur Dhruv poori dhyan se sun raha tha,
 sir hilaata aur muskurata hua. 

Yeh bilkul natural lag raha tha, jaise unhone yeh sau baar kiya ho. Woh bilkul sharmati 
nahi thi — uski body open thi, hawa se veil thoda sarak gaya tha aur woh hans kar usko 
theek karti rahi jab woh sabr se intezaar kar raha tha. 

Hum wahan ghanton tak rahe, suraj aasman mein badalta raha aur baat kabhi nahi ruki. 
Ammi apna pehle wala gussa bhool si gayi thi, poori tarah lamhe mein kho gayi thi. 

Shaam ko hum resort wapas laut aaye. Lobby mein Dhruv ko alvida kaha, Ammi ne politely
 shukriya ada kiya. “Yeh… achha tha, Dhruv bhai. Picnic ke liye shukriya.” 

Ajeeb baat yeh thi ki usne mujhe chhoti karne ka waada bilkul bhool gayi thi. Mujhe 
nahi pata kyon — shayad andar se jaanti thi ki Dhruv achha, izzatdar aur harmless
 hai. Ya shayad din ne usko usse zyada naram kar diya tha jitna woh maanna chahti thi. 

Kamre mein laut kar ek waqiya hua jisne mujhe aur bhi uljha diya. Ammi ne table 
par rakhe phool ko uthaya aur dheere dheere gehri saans le kar uski khushboo li. 








Me: To… Ammi, aaj tum ek important cheez bhool gayi. 

Ammi: (purse table par rakh kar, thaki hui awaaz mein) Kya? 

Me: Tumne waada kiya tha ki agar main tumhe Dhruv ke saath jaane pe majboor
 karun to tum mujhe gala ghot dogi. Lekin hum picnic gaye, poora subah wahan
 bitaya, aur abhi tak tumne mujhe gala nahi ghota. Main intezaar kar raha hoon. 

Ammi: (tez ghum kar, aankhein chhoti karte hue) Rizwan, mujhe test mat kar. 
Agar tu phir aisa karega to sach mein gala ghot dungi. Main mazak nahi kar rahi. 

Me: (halke se hanste hue) Arre waah Ammi. Jab tumne yeh kaha to kitni serious
 lag rahi thi. Lekin sach mein, tum picnic se bach gayi. Itna drama karne ki zarurat 
nahi. Main to sirf vacation ko mazedaar banana chahta tha. 

Ammi: (couch par baith kar, baahen cross karte hue) Mazedaar kiske liye? Maine 
kaha tha main nahi jaana chahti. Tu uske saamne baar baar dhakka deta raha. 
Waise batao uske baare mein zyada, kya uska koi parivaar hai? 

Me: (shaitani se chhedte hue) Arre mano to sahi. Subah se hi tum uske baare mein 
thodi curious thi. Ab uske parivaar ke baare mein sawaal poochh rahi ho. Lagta
 hai kisi ka mann badal gaya. 

Ammi: (chetaavni bhari nazar se) Rizwan… apni bakwas shuru mat kar. 







Me: (muskurate hue) Nahi, sach mein. Subah tum poori tarah “main ajanbiyon se
 tohfe nahi leti” aur “hum khud chalenge” bol rahi thi. Ab ek picnic ke baad uske
 parivaar ke baare mein jaanna chahti ho? Interesting… 

Ammi: (muskurane ko rokne ki koshish karti hui lekin thoda fail) Bas karo. Main
 sirf isliye poochh rahi hoon kyonki tum poora time uske baare mein baat kar rahe 
the. Jo insaan ke saath time bitaya uske baare mein jaanna normal hai. 

Me: (abhi bhi mazak karte hue) Normal, haan? Theek hai. Dhruv talaak shuda hai. 
Uski biwi apni beti ke saath nayi dilli mein rehti hai. Woh iske baare mein zyada 
nahi bolta, lekin park mein jab tum haath dhone gayi thi tab usne casually bata diya tha. 

Ammi: (ek second ruk kar, thoda zyada interested lagti hui jo woh dikhana nahi 
chahti) Oh… samajh gayi. 

Me: (uske chehre ko notice karte hue) Dekha? Abhi jo look tere chehre par hai. Ab
 to pakka interested ho gayi ho. 

Ammi: (jaldi se sir hilaati hui) Nahi, main nahi hoon. Mere muh mein shabd mat 
daalo. Main sirf sun rahi thi. 

Me: (hanste hue) Theek hai theek hai. Lekin maine dekha Ammi. Picnic ke dauran
 tum muskurati aur baat karti zyada thi jitna maine socha tha. 

Ammi: (bachaav mein) Maine maza nahi liya. Main sirf isliye gayi kyonki tu ne
 mujhe majboor kiya aur uske saamne badtameezi nahi karni thi. Bas yahi. 

Me: (ek eyebrow upar uthate hue) Sach? Thoda sa bhi maza nahi aaya? Taza
 hawa, jheel, sair? 

Ammi: (saans chhodte hue) Theek hai… overall theek tha. Sirf isliye kyonki tu 
khush tha aur poora time hansta raha. Main chahti hoon mera beta vacation
 enjoy kare. Sirf isi wajah se maine tolerate kiya. 

Me: (chhedte hue) Tolerate? Tum abhi kuchh second pehle uske diye phoolon 
ko phir se soongh rahi thi. 

Ammi: (jaldi se) Main nahi soongh rahi thi! 

Me: (counter par rakhe phoolon ki taraf ishara karte hue) To phir woh abhi 
tak yahan kyon hain? Subah tumne mujhse waada kiya tha ki unhe phenk dogi. 
Lekin woh abhi bhi taza dikhte hue baithay hain. 

Me: (hanste hue) Arre Ammi. Sach batao. Tumhe woh phool pasand hain na? 

Ammi: (khadi hote hue, pareshan lekin bahut gussa nahi) Rizwan, ab tumhari
 chhed-chhaad kaafi. Main ab apne kamre mein ja rahi hoon. 

Me: (abhi bhi hanste hue) Arre mat jao. Mujhe tumhe in uljhe hue maukon 
mein dekhna bahut achha lagta hai. Tumhara chehra itna serious aur pyara ek
 saath ho jata hai. 

Ammi: (apne bedroom ke darwaze par ruk kar, peeche mud kar sakht chetaavni 
se) Meri baat dhyan se suno. Dhruv ke baare mein yeh sab bakwas band karo.
 Main uska naam baar baar nahi sunna chahti. Samajh gaye? 

Me: (muskurate hue) Samajh gaya Ammi. Lekin tumhe maanna padega thoda 
maza to aaya tha. 

Ammi: (ek aakhri nazar dete hue) Shubh raatri, Rizwan. 

Ammi: (bedroom ka darwaza peeche se band kar deti hai) 

(Main living area mein baitha apne aap ko halke se hansta raha. Mujhe bahut
 achha lagta hai jab woh uljhan mein pad jaati hai aur sakhti dikhane ki koshish 
karti hai bhale hi andar se thodi curious ho.) 

Raat ko der tak jab main apne bistar par leta phone scroll kar raha tha tab maine
 notice kiya. Ammi ne abbu ke subah ke “Good morning” message ka jawab
 akhirkaar de diya tha. Raat ke lagbhag 10:30 baje unhone chhota sa jawab bheja: 
“Shubh raatri. Hum yahan theek hain.” 

Mujhe yeh ajeeb laga. Abbu ne subah message kiya tha lekin poora din unhone 
jawab nahi diya. 

Ab achanak raat mein jawab. Aur kyonki hamare parivaar ke number 
interconnected hain, main sab kuchh dekh sakta hoon — pichhle kuchh ghanton
 mein abbu ke sauon missed calls jo unhone nahi uthaye, aur dher saare
 unreplied chat jahan abbu poochh rahe the ki woh kaisi hain ya pyar bhare 
message bhej rahe the. 










 

[Deepak_bull]

CHAPTER 5


Dhruv ko main aur zyada samajhne laga hoon.




Resort bahut shaant ho chuka tha jab ghadi raat ke gyarah baj chuke the. Door se samandar ki laheron ki awaaz air conditioner ki halki gun-gun ke saath mil rahi thi, jo usually raat ko mujhe araam deta tha lambi din ke baad.
Lekin aaj raat mera dimag sab kuchh soch raha tha — picnic, Ammi ka dheere dheere Uncle Dhruv ke saath garam hona, aur woh phool jo abhi bhi uske takiye ke paas rakha tha jaise woh chhod hi nahi pa rahi thi.
Main apne bed ke kinaare baitha tha, neeli pajama pehne, phone mein be-dhyaani se scroll kar raha tha, tab maine socha ki usse phir baat karun. Us aadmi mein kuchh aisa tha jo dilchasp lag raha tha, jaise upari dikhawa ke alawa aur bhi kuchh ho.
Main utha, stretch kiya, aur connecting door ki taraf gaya jahan Ammi abhi bhi jaag rahi thi. Woh pet ke bal leti hui apni halki green night dress mein thi, phone par kuchh padh rahi thi aur woh phool bistar ke side table par saaf dhyaan se rakha hua tha.
“Ammi,” maine dheere se kaha, darwaze ke frame se tek lagate hue taaki baat aaram se ho jaaye jaise humesha hoti thi. “Main soch raha tha… Uncle Dhruv bahut acche aadmi lagte hain, aur aaj picnic mein itna maza aaya tha, isliye socha ki main unke room mein thodi der baat kar aau.
Sirf unka sahi se shukriya ada karne ke liye aur unke kaam ki kuchh aur kahaniyan sunne ke liye. Zyada der nahi lagegi — waada hai main wapas aa jaunga pehle hi jab tumhe neend aane lage. Kya yeh theek hai?”
Ammi ne phone se nazar uthayi, uski bhuri aankhein meri aankhon se mili, woh naram aur sochti hui expression jo picnic ke baad se uske chehre par thi. Usne apna veil thoda theek kiya bhale hi woh night clothes mein thi, saalon ki sharm aur parda ki aadat, phir halke se saans chhod kar apni naram, behne wali awaaz mein boli.



Main: (darwaze ke paas khade, phone uthate hue) Ammi, main thodi der Dhruv ke room mein waqt bitane ja raha hoon. Bas aise hi baat karne.
Ammi: (couch se nazar uthate, aankhein phailti hui) Kya? Phir se? Rizwan, tum achanak uske saath itni planning kyon kar rahe ho? Pehle picnic, ab uske room mein? Beta, yeh bahut zyada ho raha hai. Maine tumhe kaha tha mujhe yeh sab pasand nahi.
Main: (hanste hue) Ammi, relax karo. Koi badi planning nahi hai. Woh yahan akela hai, hum jaise. Bas thodi der baat karne ja raha hoon. Koi badi baat nahi.
Ammi: (naatakiya saans chhod kar, khadi hote hue) Akela? Woh bada aadmi hai, Rizwan. Aur tum humein uske duniya mein kheench rahe ho. Pehle park mein zabardasti le gaye, ab yeh? Agla kya? Usse dinner ke liye bhi bulaoge?
Main: (abhi bhi hanste hue) Arre, tum phir se zyada soch rahi ho. Main sirf dostana kar raha hoon. Woh acche aadmi hain aur yahan koi nahi hai unka.
Ammi: (ungli seedhi karte hue, awaaz mazboot) Meri baat dhyan se suno. Usse mere baare mein ek shabd bhi mat bolna. Bilkul ek bhi nahi. Samajh gaye? Mujhe nahi chaahiye woh mere baare mein aur kuchh jaane.
Main: (muskurate hue) Theek hai, theek hai. Nahi bolunga. Waada. (phir hansta) Jaise main tumhare raaz bechne ja raha hoon.
Ammi: (aankhein chhoti karte hue) Main serious hoon, Rizwan. Jaana hai to jao, lekin jo maine kaha woh yaad rakhna.
Main: (hanste hue darwaza kholte) Haan Ammi. Fikar mat karo. Jaldi wapas aaunga.
(Main bahar nikalta hoon aur kuchh kadam chal kar Dhruv ke room tak pahunchta hoon. Main halke se knock karta hoon. Woh muskurate hue darwaza kholta hai.)
Dhruv: Arre Rizwan! Andar aao, andar aao. Main yahan baitha bore ho raha tha. Achha laga tumhe dekh kar, yaar.
Main: (andar aate aur chair par baithte) Shukriya, Dhruv bhai. Socha thodi der baat kar aau.
Dhruv: (darwaza band kar ke bed par baithte) Perfect time pe aaye. Poori shaam aaj ke din ke baare mein soch raha tha. Sach mein, picnic bahut maza aaya green park mein. Saath mein company milna bahut achha laga. Khaas kar tumhari Ammi — woh bahut shaandaar aurat hain. Tum acche ladke ho jo unhe saath le aaye aur itna khyaal rakhte ho.
Main: (muskurate) Shukriya. Woh shuru mein thodi hichkicha rahi thi, lekin baad mein theek ho gaya.
Dhruv: (hanste hue) Hichkicha rahi thi? Woh to seedha mana kar rahi thi! Yaad hai kaise keh rahi thi “hum khud chale jayenge”? Maine socha tha minnat karni padegi. Lekin khush hoon woh aayi.
Main: (uske saath hanste hue) Haan, wapas aate hue hum bhi uspar has rahe the. Subah woh bahut naatak kar rahi thi.
Dhruv: Sach batao — us din usko kaisa laga? Mujhe nahi chaahiye woh uncomfortable ho.
Main: Woh dikhawa kar rahi thi jaise maza nahi aaya, lekin maine dekha. Room se nikalne se pehle usne tumhare diye phool phir se soonghe. Aur unhe counter par rakh diya tha, phenkne ki jagah, bhale hi usne waada kiya tha. Iske alawa wapas aate hue usne tumhare parivaar ke baare mein bahut sawaal kiye. Aur park mein woh jheel ke paas dheere chal rahi thi, jaise woh zyada araam kar rahi ho jis se woh maanti thi.
Dhruv: (muskurahat failate, aankhein chamakti hui) Sach? Usne phool phir se soonghe? Yeh sun kar bahut khushi hui. Aur usne mere parivaar ke baare mein poocha? Wah. Maine socha tha woh sirf adab se baat kar rahi thi. Tumhari Ammi kuchh aur hi hain, Rizwan. Bahut khubsurat, bahut saabit. Woh apne aap ko kaise rakhti hain… yeh kam hi hota hai. Unme ek chhupi hui khubsurati hai jo dimag mein rehti hai.
Main: (hanste hue) Haan, woh aisi hi hain. Bahar se sakht lekin andar se naram.
Dhruv: (abhi bhi muskurate) Tum khushnaseeb ho unhe paa kar. Har beta apni Ammi ko is tarah vacation par nahi le jaata. Tum acche ladke ho.
Main: (thoda hilte hue) To… meri girlfriend ke baare mein. Yaad hai woh photo jo us raat mere phone par dikha tha?
Dhruv: (halke se hanste, peeche tek lagate) Haan, woh jo achanak aa gaya tha. Sharm mat karo, yaar. Hum dono bade hain. Yeh normal hai. Uske baare mein batao. Uska naam kya hai? Kitne din se saath ho?
Main: (chehra thoda laal hote) Uska naam Priya hai. Hum lagbhag do saal se saath hain. Woh ghar par padh rahi hai.
Dhruv: (sir hilaate) Achha. Door-door ka rishta, haan? Mushkil hota hoga. Lekin woh photo… woh bahut garam lag rahi thi, yaar. Isliye tum uski photos paas rakhte ho.
Main: (sharmate hue hanste) Haan… us raat jab woh dikha tha to main sharma gaya tha.
Dhruv: (tasalli bhari awaaz) Arre relax. Yahan koi judge nahi kar raha. Sabke saath aise waqt aate hain. To batao aur — tum dono ne rishte mein agla kadam uthaya hai kya? Jaise… asli kareeb?
Main: (sir hilaate) Nahi… nahi kiya. Matlab hum chumban karte hain aur sab, lekin usse zyada kuchh nahi.
Dhruv: (aaram se lekin curious) Hmm. Kya mujhe kuchh aur photos dikha sakte ho? Bas curious hoon.
Main: (phone nikaal kar usko kuchh normal aur thodi revealing photos Priya ki dikhaate) Yeh lo… yeh recent hain.
Dhruv: (photos dekh kar, sarahate hue) Wah, woh bahut khubsurat hai. Aisi ladkiyan pyar chahti hain, Rizwan. Asli pyar. Agar tum usko bahut pyar, dhyan, meethi baatein doge… woh poori tarah khul jayegi. Vishwas karo — usko yeh pyar do aur woh tumhe apni chut de degi. Itna simple hai.
Main: (hanste hue, hairan ki usne itna seedha bola) Tumne sach mein “chut” bola… okay, ab hum khule ho rahe hain.
Dhruv: (muskurate) Kyon nahi? Hum mard hain baat kar rahe hain. Sharmane ki zarurat nahi. To batao, tumhe kaisa lagta hai? Tum Priya ke saath sex karna chahte ho?
Main: (abhi bhi halke se hanste) Haan… chahta hoon. Lekin nahi jaanta kaise aage badhaun.
Dhruv: (aage jhuk kar, dostana) Tum seekh jaoge. Bas himmat rakho. Ab batao — jab hum itne khule hain — mera divorce wala zindagi tumhe kaisa lag raha hai?
Main: (curious) Sach bataun? Kaisa hai? Kya kisi ki kami mehsoos hoti hai?
Dhruv: (saans chhod kar muskurate) Kabhi kabhi haan. Meri ex biwi New Delhi mein beti ke saath hai. Hum do saal pehle alag hue. Ab shaanti hai, lekin road par akela lagta hai.
Main: (seedha) Kya main personal sawal poochh sakta hoon? Kya tum… abhi sex se santusht ho?
Dhruv: (halke se hanste, bilkul be-ijjati nahi) Seedha point par, haan? Achha. Sach bataun? Nahi. Pichhle teen mahine se kisi aurat ko nahi choda. Shipping ka kaam mujhe hamesha travel karata hai — ports, meetings, der raat tak. Waqt nahi, mauka nahi. Bahut frustration hoti hai, lekin kya karen?
Main: (sir hilaate) Teen mahine? Bahut lambi muddat hai.
Dhruv: (kandhe uchkaate) Bahut lambi. Isliye acche logon jaise tum aur tumhari Ammi se baat karna achha lagta hai. Trip behtar ho jata hai. Waise… kya tumhari Ammi ne sach mein phool rakhe the?
Main: (phir hanste) Haan. Unhone unhe glass mein counter par rakh diya. Keh rahi hain phenk dengi, lekin abhi bhi wahan hain.
Dhruv: (naram muskurahat se) Dilchasp. Chhodo mujhe, ab tum batao. Priya ke baare mein koi advice chahiye? Ya kuchh aur?
Main: (ab aaram se) Shayad baad mein. Yeh bahut achha lag raha hai — aise hi baat karna.
Dhruv: (pehle wali baat par muskurate) Chhodo serious baatein. Agar koi recent photo Priya ki hai to ek aur dikhao. Dekhna chahta hoon kaunsi ladki ne tumhara dil jeet liya.
Main: (hanste, phone unlock kar gallery mein scroll karte) Theek hai, ek achhi wali dhoondhta hoon.
(Jab main jaldi jaldi photos swipe kar raha tha, mera angutha phisal gaya aur purani photo screen par aa gayi. Woh photo Ammi aur Abbu ki thi pichhle saal ghar ke park se. Ammi cream rang ki sundar abaya pehne hui thi jismein halke blue phoolon ke design the. Abbu pale yellow shalwar kameez mein the, dono paas khade the, Abbu ka haath Ammi ki kamar par halke se laga hua tha. Ammi bahut khubsurat lag rahi thi aur uski figure flowing dress mein saaf dikhai de rahi thi.)



Dhruv: (achanak freeze ho jata, aankhein phailti hui shock mein screen ko dekhta) Wait… kya? Kya yeh… kya yeh tumhari Ammi hain?
Main: (uski reaction se hairan) Haan, yeh meri Ammi hain. Minal. Kyon? Tum bahut shocked lag rahe ho.
Dhruv: (abhi bhi photo ko dekhte, kuchh seconds tak palak nahi jhapkaate) Yeh sach mein woh hain? Tumhare Abbu ke saath?
Main: (sir hilaate) Haan, pichhle saal ki hai. Kyon aise react kar rahe ho? Yeh to sirf purani photo hai.
(Dhruv photo ko gehri nazar se dekhta rehta hai. Uski aankhein Ammi ke jism par cream abaya aur blue phoolon par atak gayi thi — kapda kaise uske curves ko dheere se jakad raha tha, khaas kar uske seene aur kamar ke aaspaas. Woh poora mesmerized lag raha tha. Main notice karta hoon kaise uski aankhein flowing dress aur uske figure ko hug mein trace kar rahi thi.)
Main: (ek eyebrow uthate) Dhruv bhai… tum theek ho? Tum bahut zor se ghoor rahe ho.
Dhruv: (akhirkaar hosh mein aate, gale ko saaf karte aur jaldi se phone wapas karte) Sorry… lo, tumhara phone. Main bas… aise dekhne ki ummeed nahi thi. Woh hallway aur park mein jitni dikhi thi usse bahut alag lag rahi hain. Woh dress… uspar bilkul perfect lag rahi thi.
Main: (phone wapas lete, notice karte ki woh abhi bhi thoda off lag raha tha) Maine tumhe aise kabhi nahi dekha. Ek pal ke liye tum poore gum ho gaye the.
Dhruv: (awkward hanste, recover karne ki koshish karte) Nahi nahi… kuchh nahi. Tumhari Ammi bahut khubsurat hain, Rizwan. Tum khushnaseeb ho. Woh apne aap ko bahut grace se rakhti hain. Sach mein… bahut shaandaar aurat.
Main: (muskurate) Shukriya. Woh abhi hotel room mein hain, shayad Abbu se phone par baat kar rahi hain. Unhone pehle message kiya tha.



Dhruv: (sofa par peeche tek lagate, abhi bhi thoda dhyaan bhatka hua) Room mein, haan? Theek hai…
Main: (ab curious) Kyon aise react kiya tha? Photo mein tum poore mesmerized lag rahe the. Kya dress ki wajah se tha ya kuchh aur?
Dhruv: (halke se hanste, sawal ko avoid karte) Bas hairan tha, bas itna. Woh photo mein tumhare Abbu ke saath bahut shaant aur khush lag rahi thi. Achha family moment tha.
Main: (poora convinced nahi) Arre sach batao. Tum us cream abaya mein usko ghoor rahe the. Jaise nazar hi nahi hata pa rahe the.
Dhruv: (abhi bhi halke se hanste, sir hilaate) Tum soch rahe ho, Rizwan. Tumhari Ammi bahut attractive aurat hain, bas yeh keh raha hoon. Ab ek minute ke liye maaf karna — mujhe jaldi se nahana hai. Poora din paseena aa raha tha. Sofa par aaram se baitho. Main das minute mein wapas aa jaunga.
Main: (use khade hote dekhte) Ruko, Dhruv bhai… sach mein, photo mein kuchh aisa dekha kya jo tumhe pakad gaya? Tum ajeeb behave kar rahe ho.
Dhruv: (bathroom ke darwaze par ruk kar, muskurate lekin phir avoid karte) Kuchh nahi, yaar. Bas achhi photo thi. Aaram se baitho aur wait karo. Main jaldi hoon.
Woh bathroom ke andar chala gaya aur darwaza band kar diya. Main sofa par baith gaya, abhi bhi hairan tha. Maine kabhi Dhruv ko itna gussa ya bechain nahi dekha tha — usually woh itna smooth aur confident hota hai. Jis tarah usne Ammi ko us cream abaya mein blue phoolon wale dekha… saaf tha ki woh uske jism se behosh ho gaya tha. Usne bahar nikaalne ki koshish ki, lekin saaf dikhta tha kuchh usko bahut zor se laga tha.
Dhruv: (bathroom ke andar se, awaaz thodi dabbi hui) Feel free to watch TV ya kuchh bhi karo jab tak main andar hoon!
Main: (wapas pukarte hue) Theek hai… lekin tumne abhi bhi mera sawaal sahi se jawab nahi diya!
Main ne phir se phone uthaya aur Ammi ki photo ko dekhta raha, yeh dekhne ki koshish kar raha tha ki usko kya hairani hui. Lekin mujhe wohi dikha jo hamesha dikhta tha — uski lajawab khubsurati, woh bhari hui curves jo kisi bhi modest abaya mein poori tarah chhup nahi sakti thi.
Uski bhari choochiyan cream kapde ke against dab rahi thi, naram aur bharpoor shape bana rahi thi, aur uski moti gaand peeche garv se ubhari hui thi, kapda uske bade gol gaand ke tukdon par kas kar khinch raha tha jisse blue phool uske jism par nach rahe the.
Woh paak aur deendar lag rahi thi, jaise perfect _ Ammi hoti hai, Abbu ke paas khadi thi uske pale yellow shalwar kameez mein. Maine sir hilaaya, abhi bhi uljha hua, aur phone side par rakh diya.
Baatein karne ke baad thoda pyaas lagi thi, isliye main utha aur kamre ke kone mein chhote water dispenser ke paas chala gaya.
Yeh bathroom ki deewar ke bilkul paas tha, itna paas ki shower ki awaaz saaf sunai de rahi thi. Lekin phir paani ke saath kuchh aur awaazein mix hone lagi — bathroom ke andar se ajeeb awaazein.
Pehle sirf bhari saansein thi, jaise Dhruv workout ke baad haanf raha ho, lekin jaldi hi yeh dheemi, gale se nikalti karah aur gehri siskariyon mein badal gayi jo bathroom ki deewaron se goonj rahi thi.
“Ahhh… fuck… haan…” Awaazein kacchi aur rhythm wali thi, zor badhati ja rahi thi, jaise woh chup rehne ki koshish kar raha ho lekin rok nahi pa raha. Main dispenser ke paas khada tha, glass aadha bhara haath mein, dimag confusion se bhara hua.
Andar kya ho raha tha? Yeh sirf nahane jaisa nahi lag raha tha. Karahen aur tez hoti gayin, unke saath geeli, thap thap ki awaazein jo pehle samajh nahi aa rahi thi.
Maine khud se kaha yeh kuchh ajeeb nahi — woh acche aadmi hain, izzat karne wale, picnic mein humare saath itna achha vyavhaar kiya tha. Shayad woh thaka hua tha aur stress nikaal raha tha.
Lekin awaazein aati rahi, ab aur tez, woh bechain saansein aur siskariyaan shower ke paani ke saath mil rahi thi. Meri curiosity jeet gayi aur main dheere se bathroom ke darwaze ki taraf badha, carpet par paon tiptoe kar ke taaki koi awaaz na ho.
Hotel ke bathroom ke darwazon mein frosted glass panel tha jo andar light hone par thoda transparent ho jata tha, agar bilkul paas jaakar dekho to dhundhle shapes dikh jaate the.



Main darwaze ke paas deewar se sat gaya, dil thoda tez dhadak raha tha, aur sunne laga.
Ab woh haath se mutthi maarne ki awaazein bilkul saaf thi — geeli, rhythm wali thap thap, jaise haath kisi moti aur sakht cheez par tez tez upar neeche ho raha ho. Woh aur zor se karah raha tha, almost growl karte hue. “Haan… main tujhe paa lunga… aaj raat tu meri hai…”
Ab mujhe pakka ho gaya — woh andar mutthi maar raha tha. Awaazein bahut saaf aur gandi thi, kuchh aur ho hi nahi sakta tha. Uska haath tez pump kar raha tha, har stroke ke saath geeli fapping goonj rahi thi, aur woh dheemi gandi awaaz mein baatein kar raha tha jo mere pet mein guthli si daal rahi thi lekin mera apna secret aadat samajh raha tha.
“Teri choochiyan bahut achhi hain… itni bhari aur naram us dress ke neeche… main unko nichodna chahta hoon jab tak tu mere liye karah na de.” Woh phir se siskari, haath aur tez. “Aur woh badi gaand… ooohh, kapdon ke neeche kaise hilti hai… main uske moti gaand ke tukdon ko pakadunga aur poora failaunga… chehra beech mein daal kar chakhoonga kitni meethi hai tu.”
Woh saaf kisi aurat ke baare mein fantasy kar raha tha jo uske dimag mein atak gayi thi, har lafz se zinda aur sharmnaak tasveer bana raha tha. “Aa ja, tu pavitra chhoti tease… ghutno par baith aur apne sundar honthon se mera lund choos. Mujhe pata hai tere paas aisa kabhi nahi aaya… main tujhe itna chok karunga ki teri aankhein paani se bhar jayengi.” Aur siskariyaan, aur bechain fapping.
“Phir main tujhe jhukaunga aur teri tight chut mein zor se dhakka marunga… teri badi gaand ko mere liye uchhalta dekhunga jab tak main tujhe bewakoof na bana doon. Ant tak tu mera naam cheekhegi, har inch ke liye bheekh maangegi.”
Main yakeen nahi kar pa raha tha jo sun raha tha. Yeh wohi izzat wale Uncle Dhruv the jo humein picnic le gaye the aur Ammi ke saath politely hans rahe the.
Mujhe nahi pata tha yeh aadmi andar se itna ganda hai, lekin maine samjhaane ki koshish ki — usne ek baar bataya tha ki teeno mahine se kisi ke saath nahi tha travel schedule ki wajah se.
Koi aascharya nahi pressure itna badh gaya tha. Phir bhi jis tarah woh bol raha tha, itna kacha aur khula, mera dil tez dhadak raha tha.
Main ne bathroom ke darwaze ka glass panel dheere se ek chhoti si darar mein khola — bahut dheere aur sambhal kar — taaki andar jhaank sakun bina uske notice kiye. Shower poora chal raha tha, steam chhote space mein bhar gaya tha, lekin light itni tez thi ki sab kuchh saaf dikh raha tha.
Mera dil itna zor se dhadak raha tha ki lag raha tha seene se bahar nikal jayega. Meri aankhein seedhe uske lund par gayi aur main shock se jam gaya.
Woh bahut bada tha — aasani se gyarah inch lamba, meri kalai jitna mota, nasen bhara aur paththar jaisa sakht, uske moti taangon ke beech seedha khada tha jab uski mutthi upar neeche tez tez kar rahi thi. Sir phoola hua aur baingani tha, precum tapak raha tha jo shower ke paani mein mil raha tha.



Main rok nahi pa raha tha. Koi aascharya nahi uski biwi ne usse saal pehle talaaq le liya tha, jaise usne ek baar casually bataya tha — main socha shayad usne itna bada lund handle nahi kar payi. Kaise koi normal aurat itna bada andar le sakti hai? Lag raha tha kisi aurat ko beech se cheer dega, uski deewaron ko hadd tak failayega, itna gehra maarega ki andar ka sab badal dega. Itni badi size dekh kar mera apna lund chhota mehsoos ho raha tha, aur soch raha tha yeh bina dard kiye kaise fit hoga, Ammi jaisi tight aur pavitra chut har dhadakte inch ke ird-gird kaise ladegi aur failegi.
Phir, jab uska haath aur tez ud raha tha aur uski siskariyaan bechain gurrane mein badal rahi thi, usne woh naam bola jo mujhe bijli ki tarah laga. “Minal… fuck, haan… Minal… main teri moti _ chut ko barbaad kar dunga… tujhe mera secret randi bana dunga jab tera shauhar Dubai mein ho…”
Main poora shock ho gaya — dimag pehle to maanne ko taiyar nahi tha. Main wahan jam gaya, aankhein phaili, dil itna zor se dhadak raha tha ki seene mein dard ho raha tha.
Uncle Dhruv meri Ammi ke baare mein mutthi maar raha tha? Meri deendar, modest, veil pehne wali Ammi? Zindagi mein kabhi kisi mard ko uske baare mein aisi gandi aur sharmnaak baatein karte nahi suna tha.
Yeh woh aurat thi jo roz paanch waqt ,,., padhti thi, sirf Abbu ke saath hi rahi thi, layers mein kapde pehenti thi har curve chhupane ke liye.
Aur yahan yeh mazboot, ganja ***** aadmi apna gyarah inch ka bada lund haath mein pakde uske baare mein porn star ki tarah baatein kar raha tha. “Minal… woh bhari choochiyan uchhalti hui jab main peeche se chodunga… main teri badi gaand ko laal kar thappad marunga aur dekhunga kaise hilti hai… teri tight chhoti chut mein apna cum bhar dunga jab tak woh teri raanon par tapak na de… tujhe tere pavitra rules bhula dunga aur aur maangne pe majboor kar dunga…”
Woh chalta raha, awaaz khushi se toot rahi thi. “Choos, Minal… apne perfect honthon se mera lund lapet aur gehra le… mujhe pata hai tere paas asli mard kabhi nahi aaya… main tere har ched ko apna bana lunga…”
Ab uska haath dhundhla ho gaya tha, fapping ki awaazein shower ke upar bahut tez aur gandi. Uske balls har stroke ke saath bhari hui hil rahe the, aur uska mazboot jism edge ke paas pahunch kar tan gaya.
Phir hua — usne lambi, gale se gehri siskari nikali aur phoot pada. Mote mote reshe uske bade lund se nikal kar shower ki deewar par zor zor se pad rahe the, baar baar, jitna maine kabhi kisi ko nikalte nahi dekha tha.
Yeh har taraf tha — white dharar tiles par beh rahi thi jab woh har boond nikaal raha tha, abhi bhi uska naam dheeme se lete hue. “Minal… fuck… haan…”
Main aur nahi dekh saka. Mere haath kaamp rahe the, poora jism shock aur us ghinaune, gande utsaah se larz raha tha jo main control nahi kar pa raha tha. Main darwaze se dheere peeche hata, dil abhi bhi dhol ki tarah baj raha tha.
Deewar ke bahar bathroom ke paas wali ghadi mein exactly 12:00 AM — midnight ka waqt dikha raha tha. Main tiptoe karte hue armchair ki taraf dauda, phone uthaya aur jaldi se kamre se bahar nikal gaya bina awaaz kiye, darwaza dheere se band kiya.
Meri taangein kamzor mehsoos ho rahi thi jab main hallway se hote hue apne kamron ki taraf jaldi kar raha tha, dimag ghum raha tha sab kuchh jo maine abhi dekha aur suna tha.
Uncle Dhruv ne abhi bahut zor se mutth maari thi jab woh meri Ammi ko sabse gande tareeke se chodne ke khayalon mein tha. Aur sabse bura yeh ki mujhe khud nahi pata tha main iske baare mein kya mehsoos kar raha hoon… lekin main jaanta tha ki yeh trip ab bahut zyada uljha hua ban gaya tha jitna maine kabhi socha bhi nahi tha.



Main usse baat kiya aur bata diya ki main apne hotel room mein wapas ja raha hoon kyonki Ammi mujhe bula rahi hai. Woh shock jaisa lag raha tha, usne poocha ki main itni jaldi kyon ja raha hoon jabki woh mujhse bahut si baatein karna chahta tha shayad meri Ammi ke baare mein.
Lekin maine usse kaha ki Ammi mujhse kuchh madad chahti hai to woh samajh gaya.
(Main dheere se hotel room ka darwaza kholta hoon aur andar kadam rakhta hoon. Lights abhi bhi on hain. Ammi bistar par baithi hai, bilkul soyi nahi hai. Woh Dhruv ke diye hue gulabon ka bouquet god mein liye hue hai, ungliyon se ek pankhudi ko dheere se chhoo rahi hai.)
Main: Ammi? Abhi bhi jaag rahi ho? Abhi tak soyi kyon nahi? Bahut der ho gayi hai.
Ammi: (thoda chaunk kar lekin jaldi se sambhalti hui) Oh… main bas tere abbu se baat kar rahi thi. Neend nahi aa rahi thi isliye unhe phone kiya.
Main: (phoolon ko abhi bhi uske haathon mein dekhte hue) Aur abhi bhi woh phool haathon mein liye hue ho… jo Dhruv ne diye the.
Ammi: (neeche dekhte hue gulabon par, thodi sharmaati hui) Haan… main tere abbu se video call par baat kar rahi thi. Jab unhone call kiya tha tab yeh phool mere haath mein the. Main phone achanak neeche nahi rakhna chahti thi.
Main: Video call? Tum aur abbu pehle bhi raat ko der tak aise baat karte the na? Lambi lambi baatein.
Ammi: (dheere se sir hilaati hui) Haan, karte the… khas kar jab woh pehli baar Dubai gaye the. Hum ghanton tak baat karte rehte the. Aaj raat unhone mera chehra dekhna chahta tha isliye video call kiya.
(Tabhi Ammi phone ko meri taraf ghumati hai.)
Ammi: (phone par bolte hue) Ruk, main phone Rizwan ko de deti hoon. Woh abhi wapas aa gaya hai.
Abbu: (phone se awaaz aati hui, khush) Rizwan! Beta, kaisa hai tu? Aa, mujhse baat kar.
Main: (bilkul off guard ho kar, dimag mein turant sab kuchh ghumne lagta hai jo maine abhi Dhruv se baat ki thi — khuli baatein, Ammi ki tareef, girlfriend wali baatein. Main thoda ghabra gaya) Uh… Hi Abbu… main theek hoon. Tum kaise ho?
(Main ek second ke liye haklaata hoon, awaaz normal se kam smooth hai.)
Abbu: Arre, itna hairan kyon lag raha hai? Sab theek hai wahan? Vacation kaisi chal rahi hai? Teri Ammi teri achhi dekhbhaal kar rahi hai na?
Main: (thoda sambhal kar) Haan Abbu. Vacation achhi hai. Aaj hum park gaye the… bahut achha tha. Dubai mein construction ka kaam kaisa chal raha hai?
Abbu: (thaka hua lekin fakhr se) Chal raha hai beta. Hum badi tower project par kaam kar rahe hain. Lambi shifts hain lekin paise achhe mil rahe hain. Garmi to maar rahi hai. Bata, tum dono theek se kha rahe ho? Teri Ammi ne bataya aaj picnic kiya tha.
Main: Haan… kiya tha. Maza aaya.
Abbu: Achha, achha. Apni Ammi ka khayal rakhna, theek? Usse thakne mat dena.
Main: Main rakhunga Abbu.
(Ammi achanak phone mere haath se cheen leti hai, jaldi se camera ko chhat ki taraf ghuma deti hai taaki chehra na dikhe aur phone ko thoda peeth ke peeche chhupa leti hai jaise abbu agle hisse ko saaf na sun sake. Call abhi bhi chal rahi hai.)
Ammi: (bahut dheemi fisfisahat mein mere paas jhuk kar) Rizwan… jab tu Dhruv ke kamre mein gaya tha to kya usne mere baare mein baat ki? Jaldi bata.
Main: (normal awaaz mein jawab dene wala tha) Usne kaha —
Ammi: (turant haath mere muh par rakh deti hai, aankhein phaili) Shhh! Dheere bol… fisfisa kar!
Main: (ab fisfisate hue, uska haath abhi bhi mere muh ke paas) Usne sirf achhi baatein kahi Ammi. Usne kaha tum bahut shaandaar ho… bahut khubsurat aur saabit. Usne picnic ke saath bahut maza kiya, khas kar tumse baat karke. Usne tumhari bahut tareef ki.



Ammi: (aankhon mein saaf utsaah, awaaz abhi bhi fisfisahat) Usne yeh sab kaha? Usne exactly kya kaha? Sab kuchh bata.
Abbu: (phone se awaaz, uljhan mein) Minal? Kahan chali gayi? Camera kyon chhat ki taraf hai? Hello? Sun rahi ho?
Ammi: (jaldi se phone ki taraf zor se bolti hui, abhi bhi chhupaye hue) Sorry sorry… phone ek second ke liye gir gaya tha. Signal yahan thoda kamzor hai. Main yahan hoon.
Main: (phir se fisfisate hue Ammi se) Usne kaha tumhari chuppi khubsurati dimag mein basi rehti hai. Aur ki main bahut kismat wala hoon jo meri Ammi aisi hai.
Ammi: (honthon par halki muskurahat aa jati hai khud ke khilaaf, lekin chhupane ki koshish karti hai) Hmm… theek hai. Bas yahi?
Main: Haan… zyadatar achhi baatein. Kuchh bura nahi.
Abbu: (abhi bhi phone se) Minal? Rizwan? Sab theek to hai? Koi chehra kyon nahi dikha raha?
Ammi: (ab mujhe muskurate hue lekin jaldi fisfisate) Theek hai, ab apne kamre mein ja. Good night beta. Kal baat karenge.
Main: (muskurate hue fisfisate) Good night Ammi.
(Main apne bistar ki taraf chal padta hoon. Jaate hue main sunta hoon Ammi phone ko phir se apni taraf ghuma rahi hai aur normal awaaz mein video call jaari karti hai.)
Ammi: (Abbu se meethi awaaz mein) Sorry jaan. Rizwan wapas aa gaya tha aur hum bas ek minute baat kar rahe the. Network thoda kharab ho raha tha. Haan… yahan sab theek hai. Aaj din achha gaya. Rizwan thodi der bahar gaya tha yahan ke ek dost se baat karne… kuchh important nahi. Bata, aaj tera dinner kaisa tha? Theek se khaya tha?
(Main apne bistar par let jata hoon lekin chup rehta hoon, uski naram awaaz sunta hoon jab woh Abbu se baat jaari rakhti hai, din ke baare mein chhoti chhoti bahane aur wajah deti hui. Ab woh bilkul normal aur pyar bhari awaaz mein usse baat kar rahi hai jaise Dhruv ke baare mein woh fisfisahat kabhi hui hi nahi thi.)

 

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CHAPTER 6


Main chahta hoon ki meri mom aur Dhruv ek dusre ko 
aur zyada jaane-pehchaane.






Teen din resort mein bahut jaldi guzar gaye, subah ke shaant waqt, dopahar ki sair, 
aur shaam ko jab Ammi aur main saath baith kar abbu ke Dubai se updates ki baat 
karte. Yeh trip taaza karne wala tha, lekin ab woh din aa gaya tha jab hamein ghar
 wapas lautna tha. 


Hamare bag zyadatar pack ho chuke the, aur resort thoda meethe dukh jaisa lag
 raha tha jab hum us sundar hariyali aur samandar ke nazaron ko chhodne ki 
taiyari kar rahe the. 

Us subah, halka nashta khatam karne ke baad, main Ammi ki taraf mud kar aasani 
se muskuraya. “Ammi, main aaj Dhruv ke saath kuchh waqt bitane jaunga jaane se
 pehle. In dinon mein hum dost ban gaye hain, aur main usse achha alvida kehna 
chahta hoon. 

Main shaam tak wapas aa jaunga taaki hum kal ke flight ke liye sab 
taiyar kar sakein.” 

Ammi apne bistar ke kinaare baithi thi, ,,., ke baad veil theek kar rahi thi. Usne
 soch kar mujhe dekha, phir dheere se sir hilaaya. “Theek hai beta. Agar tum uske 
saath waqt bitana chahte ho to main rokungi nahi. 

Tum uski company enjoy kar rahe
 ho, aur jo maine dekha hai woh achha aadmi lagta hai. Bas shaam tak wapas aa 
jaana, theek? Hamein abhi bhi bag double check karne hain aur lambi yatra se pehle
 aaram karna hai.” 

Mujhe chhoti si uttejana mehsoos hui. “Shukriya Ammi. Main waada karta hoon der 
hone se pehle wapas aa jaunga. Kya tum mere saath chalna chahti ho? Hum sab 
milkar lunch kar sakte hain ya kuchh.” 

Usne dheere se lekin mazbooti se sir hilaaya, uski hare aankhein meri aankhon se
 mili. “Nahi beta. Main yahin ruk kar aaram karungi. Aaj bahar zyada jaane ka 
mann nahi hai. Tum jao aur maze karo. Lekin suno — agar Dhruv mere baare mein
 kuchh bhi kahe jab tum uske saath ho, kuchh bhi, to wapas aakar mujhe sab bata 
dena. Mujhe jaanna hai. Hum ek sahi parivaar hain, aur mujhe in baaton se waqif 
rehna chahiye.” 

Main ne sir hilaaya, awaaz halki rakhte hue. “Zaroor Ammi. Main sab bataunga. Fikar
 mat karo.” 

Main kamron se nikla aur neeche Dhruv se mila. Humne pura din saath bitaya, achhe 
restaurants aur ilaake ke acche jagahon par ghumte hue. Hum saath ki kahaniyon
 par hanste, zindagi ki baat karte, aur garam mausam ka maza lete rahe. 

Baad mein humne ek aur restaurant chuna jahan bahar baithne ki achhi jagah thi, 
rang birange chhatriyon ke neeche table, aur halki hawa chal rahi thi. Humne thanda
 coke aur kuchh swadisht nashte maange — khasta samosa, taza kata phal, aur tez 
chaat. Jab hum kha rahe the, baat zyada personal ho gayi. 

Dhruv apni kursi par peeche jhuk gaya, uska mota mazboot jism aaram se tha lekin
 aankhein gambhir. 

Main: Yeh bahut achha hai yaar. Dinner ke baad aise hi baithna. Koi jaldi nahi, koi 
plan nahi. 

Dhruv: (coke ka bada ghunt lete hue, kursi par aaram se peeche jhuk kar muskurate)
 Bilkul. Yeh shaam ki hawa bahut achhi lagti hai. To aaj tumhari Ammi kahan hai? 
Jab main tumhare darwaze ke paas se guzra tha to unhe nahi dekha. 

Main: (muskurate hue) Woh kamre ke andar thi. Kaha tha achhe se aaram karna 
chahti hai. Thodi der pehle maine unhe halka sa dance karte dekha — jaante ho, 
phone par purane gaane sun kar thoda hil rahi thi. Kabhi kabhi karti hain jab sochti
 hain koi dekh nahi raha. 

Dhruv: (halke se hansta, aankhein chamak uthi) Dance? Minal dance kar rahi thi… 
main iske liye paisa de sakta hoon. Socho woh mere liye aise hil rahi ho. (halke se 
hansta) Khuda, yeh to kuchh khaas hoga. 

Main: (uske saath hanste hue, lekin pet mein ajeeb mor mehsoos karte hue kyonki 
mujhe already pata tha woh uske kitna deewana hai) Haha, haan… woh sharm se 
mar jayengi agar yeh sunengi. 

Dhruv: (abhi bhi muskurate, ek aur ghunt lete) Nahi, sach mein. Tumhari Ammi mein
 ek khubsurat andaaz hai. Sirf chalte waqt bhi woh sundar lagti hain. Lekin dance? 
Woh to agla level hoga. 

(Hum dono thodi der hanste. Main kursi par hilta hoon, natak karta hoon jaise kuchh
 nahi, lekin andar soch raha hoon — haan, woh pehle din se hi usmein interested hai.) 

Dhruv: Waise… tumhare abbu kaise hain? Dubai se kab wapas aa rahe hain? Tumne
 bataya tha woh wahan kaam karte hain. 

Main: Woh abhi bhi us bade construction project par hain. Kehte hain kam se kam
 aur teen chaar mahine lagenge. Jo tower bana rahe hain woh bahut bada hai, aur 
deadlines bar bar aage badh rahe hain. 

Dhruv: Chaar mahine? Yeh to bahut lambi muddat hai tumhari Ammi ke liye akele
 rehne ki. Kya unhe unki kami mehsoos nahi hoti? 

Main: Hoti hai… lekin woh mazboot hain. Kehti hain ab aadat pad gayi hai. Kabhi
 kabhi raat ko video call par baat karte hain, lekin woh baat alag nahi hoti. 

Dhruv: (dheere se sir hilaate) Unke liye mushkil hoga. Minal jaisi aurat… uske aas
 paas koi aisa hona chahiye jo sach mein uske liye ho. Sirf hazaaron kilometer 
door se phone calls nahi. 






Main: Haan. Abbu hamesha kehte hain “jaldi”, lekin hum sab jaante hain aise 
projects kaise chalte hain. Pichhli baar unhone teen mahine kaha tha aur woh aath
 ho gaye. 

Dhruv: (coke khatam kar ke waiter ko do aur maangne ka ishara) Bilkul. Zindagi 
chhoti hai, Rizwan. Hamesha intezaar nahi kar sakte. 

Main: Sach. Kabhi kabhi mujhe unke liye bura lagta hai. Woh is vacation par maze 
karne ki koshish kar rahi hain, lekin main dekhta hoon jab abbu ka naam aata hai
 to woh chup ho jati hain. 

Dhruv: (ek pal chup, phir thoda aage jhuk kar) Rizwan… mujhe tumse kuchh batana
 hai. Aur please mujh par gussa mat hona, theek? Pehle din jab plane mein unhe 
dekha tha tab se main chhupa raha hoon, lekin ab nahi rakh sakta. 

Main: (natak karte hue jaise kuchh pata nahi, halanki maine kal raat chupke se uske
 bathroom mein dekha tha, darwaza thoda khula, woh zor zor se apna lund sehlata 
hua uska naam fisfisa raha tha “Minal… fuck…”) Kya baat hai Dhruv bhai? 

Dhruv: (awaaz dheemi, sachchi) Main tumhari Ammi ke liye pagal hoon yaar. Sach
 mein. Unka dekhna, unki baat karna, unka sharmaana… yeh sab mujhe paagal kar 
deta hai. Main jaanta hoon woh shadi shuda hain, woh tumhari Ammi hain, lekin
 har baar unhe dekh kar mera dimag wahan chala jata hai. Main unke baare mein 
sochna band nahi kar pa raha. 

Main: (hairani ka natak karte hue lekin shaant) Wah… theek hai. 

Dhruv: (jaldi se) Maaf karna agar yeh tumhe shock kare. Mujhe khud yeh zor se bolte 
hue bura lag raha hai. Lekin mujhe tumhe batana tha. Main tumhari izzat karta 
hoon isliye jhooth nahi bol sakta. 

Main: (peeche jhuk kar, dheere se coke ka ghunt lete) Aaram se Dhruv. Main 
gussa nahi hoon. Sach bataun… mujhe pehle se thoda andaaza tha. 

Dhruv: (aankhein phaili, hairani se) Tumhe pata tha? Kaise? 

Main: (kandhe uchka kar halki muskurahat se) Pehle hallway mein mulakat se hi,
 tum unhe kaise dekh rahe the… woh gifts, humein drive karne ka offer. Aur 
kal raat… maine tumhe bathroom mein dekha. Darwaza poora band nahi tha. Tum
 unke baare mein soch rahe the na? 

Dhruv: (chehra laal ho gaya, lekin inkaar nahi kiya) Fuck… tumne woh dekha? 
Bahut maaf karna Rizwan. Main nahi chahta tha tum dekh lo. Bas ho gaya. 

Main: (shaant reh kar) Koi baat nahi. Main gussa nahi hoon. Asal mein… mujhe
 lagta hai yeh theek hai. Woh bahut sundar hain. Koi bhi mard aisa feel karega. 

Dhruv: (abhi bhi hairan, mujhe ghoorte hue) Tum… yeh qubool kar rahe ho? 
Tumhe gussa nahi aa raha ki main tumhari apni Ammi ke liye pagal hoon? 

Main: (sir hilaate) Nahi. Maine dekha hai abbu kitne kam aate hain. Ammi ko 
mehsoos hona chahiye ki koi unhe chahta hai. Aur tum… tum acche aadmi ho. Tum 
unke saath achha vyavhaar karte ho. Unhe muskurahat dete ho jab woh kitni 
sakht aur purane soch wali ban jati hain. 

Dhruv: (abhi bhi samajh nahi pa raha) Mujhe yakeen nahi ho raha tum yeh bol
 rahe ho. Zyadatar bete to abhi mujhe maar dete. 

Main: (halke se hanste) Shayad. Lekin main zyadatar beton jaisa nahi hoon. Dekho,
 abbu Dubai mein mahinon tak atak gaye hain. Ammi yahan hain, sundar lag rahi 
hain, kabhi kabhi akeli mehsoos karti hain. Tum bilkul bagal mein ho, tum unhe
 pasand karte ho… phir galat kyon hona chahiye? Zindagi chhoti hai, jaise tumne
 kaha. 

Dhruv: (awaaz ab thodi uttejit) Tum sach keh rahe ho? Kyonki main unke baare
 mein soch soch kar pagal ho raha hoon. Unka jism ka shape… woh bade sundar 
choochiyan, kamar ki curve, chalte waqt woh bhari gol gaand… woh perfect hain
 Rizwan. Jab bhi woh dupatta theek karti hain mera lund khada ho jata hai.
 Zindagi mein kabhi kisi aurat ko itna nahi chaaha. 

(Main feel karta hoon mera apna lund table ke neeche halka sa sakht hone laga 
hai sirf unke us tarah describe karne se. Main jaldi se taangein cross kar leta 
hoon aur position badalta hoon taaki woh notice na kare, natak karta hoon aur
 snacks lene ke liye aage jhukta hoon.) 

Main: (awaaz steady rakhte) Dekha? Yeh main bilkul yahi keh raha tha. Unka asar 
aisa hi hai. Unki curves bahut zabardast hain. Main bhi kabhi kabhi notice karta
 hoon woh kitni achhi lagti hain. Aur tum… tum unki qadr us tarah karte ho jaise
 ek mard ko karni chahiye. Abbu ne saalon se unhe aisa mehsoos nahi karaya. 

Dhruv: (aur aage jhuk kar, aankhein tez) Tum ab mujhe wajah de rahe ho? Tum
 sach mein chahte ho main… unke peeche padoon? 

Main: (dheere se sir hilaate) Haan. Main chahta hoon. Unhe mehsoos hona 
chahiye ki koi unhe chahta hai. Tum yeh de sakte ho. Tum samajhdar ho, 
successful ho, unke saath baat karte waqt izzat dete ho. Agar kabhi unhone 
tumhe mauka diya to tum le lena. Main raaste mein nahi aaunga. Asal mein… 
agar chaaho to main madad bhi karunga. 

Dhruv: (abhi bhi hairan lekin ab muskurate) Yeh to bahut wild hai. Main soch 
raha tha tum mujhse nafrat karoge. Iske bajaye tum mujhe apni Ammi ke jism 
ke peeche jaane ke liye protsahit kar rahe ho… khule aam unke liye pagal hone
 ke liye. 

Main: (muskurate) Bilkul. Aur sach bataun? Tumhe unke liye itna chahte hue
 dekhna… yeh ek ajeeb tarah se garam lag raha hai. Bas unhe jaldi mat karna. 
Woh purane soch wali hain, lekin andar se mujhe lagta hai woh tumhara dhyan
 pasand karti hain. 

Dhruv: (gehri saans lete, rahat aur uttejana se) Khuda Rizwan… shukriya mujhe 
judge na karne ke liye. Plane se lekar har raat main unke baare mein soch kar
 mutth maar raha hoon. Unke honth, unke choochiyan, unki kamar ka hilna…
 main har curve ko chhoona chahta hoon. Main unhe phir se asli aurat mehsoos
 karana chahta hoon. 

Main: (mera lund ab poora thoda sakht ho chuka hai, main phir se position
 badalta hoon aur table ke neeche achhe se chhupata hoon aage jhuk kar) To jo
 kar rahe ho wahi karte raho. Phool, taareef, chhoti chhoti baatein. Woh un
 phoolon ko rakh rahi hain, jaante ho. Jab sochti hain main nahi dekh raha to
 unhe soonghti hain. 

Dhruv: (halke se hanste, ab aur aaram se) Sach? Fuck… isse to mujhe aur zyada
 unki ichchha hone lagi. Tum bahut acche dost ho Rizwan. Bahut alag tarah ke bete. 

Main: (dheere se coke ka ghunt lete, phir aage jhuk kar halki si muskurahat se)
 Asal mein Dhruv bhai… kal raat ke baare mein. Main sirf “thoda andaaza” nahi 
tha. Main sach mein dekh aur sun chuka tha bathroom mein. 

Dhruv: (chip ka bite lene ke beech ruk gaya, aankhein phaili) Kya? 

Main: Haan. Tumhara bathroom ka darwaza thoda khula tha. Main hamare kamre
 ki taraf wapas aa raha tha aur suna tum uska naam le kar moan kar rahe the…
 “Minal… fuck, Minal…” Tum bahut zor se mutth maar rahe the yaar. Main
 wahan das second tak khada raha tha phir chupke se chala gaya. Tumhe
 sharminda nahi karna chahta tha. 

Dhruv: (chehra laal, lekin nervous hansta aur gardan peeche ragadta) Fuck…
 tumne sach mein dekha? Main soch raha tha main chup tha. Khuda, bahut maaf
 karna Rizwan. Yeh to bahut awkward hai. 

Main: (aaram se kandhe uchka kar, ek aur moongphali muh mein daalte) Koi
 baat nahi. Sach bataun? Yeh sun kar mujhe thoda garam ho gaya tha, kitna 
zor se tum unhe chahte ho. Tum bahut andar tak the. 

Dhruv: (abhi bhi samajhte hue, disbelief mein hansta) Tum kuchh aur hi ho
 yaar. Zyadatar ladke to mera darwaza tod dete. Lekin tum yahan baith kar 
bata rahe ho ki yeh tumhe garam kar raha tha? 

Main: (sir hilaate) Haan. Kyonki ab mujhe samajh aa gaya hai. Woh meri Ammi
 hain, lekin woh ek garam aurat bhi hain jo bahut der se ignore ki ja rahi hain.
 Aur main tumhari madad kar sakta hoon. 

Dhruv: (palak jhapkaate, poori tarah hairan) Madad? “Madad karunga” se kya
 matlab? 

Main: (aur paas jhuk kar, awaaz dheemi lekin saaf) Matlab main tumhe unhe
 haasil karne mein madad kar sakta hoon. Sach mein. Unke saath jo chaaho karo.
 Unhe chhuo, chumban lo, unhe chodo… kuchh bhi. Main yeh hona karwa dunga. 

Dhruv: (chair par peeche jhuk kar, aankhein phaili, Coke girne wala) Kya baat 
kar raha hai tu? Tu mujhe apni Ammi ko chodne mein madad karne ko bol raha
 hai? Main yakeen nahi kar pa raha jo sun raha hoon. 

Main: (shaant muskurate hue) Bilkul serious. Kyon nahi? Abbu Dubai mein 
mahinon se atak gaye hain. Zindagi maza karne ke liye hai, Dhruv. Ammi apne
 achhe saalon ko sirf video call aur phoolon ka intezaar karte hue kyon bitaye jo
 woh pasand nahi karti dikhawa karti hain? 

Dhruv: (abhi bhi hairan, awaaz dheemi) Lekin… tera abbu? Unke baare mein kya?
 Woh shadi shuda aurat hai. _ ghar aur sab. 

Main: (haath hawa mein ghumate) Abbu? Woh hazaaron kilometer door tower bana 
raha hai. Kabhi kabhi call karta hai, paisa bhejta hai, bas. Ammi ko mehsoos hona
 chahiye ki koi usko chahta hai, phir se mard ke haathon ka sparsh. Zindagi chhoti 
hai yaar. Sirf ek mauka milta hai maza lene ka. Agar tu usko us tarah khush kar 
sakta hai jise abbu ab nahi kar sakte, to rok kyon? 

Dhruv: (sir hilaate, abhi bhi vishwas nahi lekin muskurane laga) Tu sach mein isko 
badhawa de raha hai… main soch raha tha main hi paagal hoon uske liye lust karne 
ke liye. 

Main: (muskurate) Dekh, tu ne kal mujhe Priya ke baare mein solid salah di thi — 
usko pyar, meethi baatein, usko khaas mehsoos karana taaki woh khule aur mujhe
 apni chut de. Tu seedha tha mere saath. Isliye ab mera number hai tujhe wapas 
madad karne ka. Main tujhe Ammi ko utni hi tarah haasil karne mein madad karunga. 

Dhruv: (abhi bhi shocked lekin ab utsaahit) Tu sach keh raha hai? Tu meri madad
 karega Minal ko seduce karne mein… apni Ammi ko? 

Main: (sir hilaate) 100 percent. Woh garam hai, Dhruv. Mujhe pata hai. Woh bade
 choochiyan, woh gol gaand, kamar ka woh curve — maine poori zindagi dekha hai. 
Main poori tarah samajhta hoon tu uske liye itna lust kyon kar raha hai. Kal raat jab 
main tere room se nikla, usne dheemi awaaz mein mujhse poocha ki kya tu uske 
baare mein baat kar raha tha. Woh curious thi. Jab maine usko tere acche lafz bataye
 to woh thoda muskurayi bhi. 

Dhruv: (aankhein chamakte, awaaz utsaah se) Usne mere baare mein poocha? Sach? 
Fuck, yeh to garam hai. Usne exactly kya kaha? 

Main: Usne har detail jaanna chahti thi. “Usne kya kaha? Sab bata.” Aur abhi bhi tere
 diye phool counter par hain. Jab sochti hai main dekh nahi raha to woh unko soonghti 
hai. Main tujhe bata raha hoon, woh interested lag rahi hai. Bahar se woh sakht aur 
conservative banne ka natak karti hai, lekin andar se usko teri attention pasand aa 
rahi hai. 

Dhruv: (muskurahat failate, saans tez) Bhagwan, Rizwan… agar woh thodi si bhi 
interested hai to main mehsoos kar raha hoon woh mujhe qubool kar legi. Usne us
 subah mera haath kaise pakda tha, park mein mujhe kaise dekha tha… kuchh tha 
wahan. 

Main: (halke se hanste) Asaan nahi hoga shayad. Woh proper _ aurat hai —
 bahut conservative, roz paanch waqt ,,.,, yeh sab. Pehle woh shocked ya gussa 
dikhayegi. 

Dhruv: (vishwas bhari muskurahat) Mujhe exact tarike pata hain usko haasil karne 
ke, vishwas kar. Dheere dheere tareefen, usko khoobsurat aur chahta hua mehsoos
 karana, chhoti chhoti touches jo masoom lagti hain… yeh kaam karta hai. Woh
 khulegi. 

Main: (curious) Kaunse tarike? Bata. 

Dhruv: (sir hilaate, khelte muskurahat ke saath) Abhi nahi. Jaldi. Jab waqt sahi 
hoga tab poora plan bataunga. Abhi sirf vishwas kar. Lekin mujhe abhi ek cheez 
chahiye tujhse. 

Main: Kuchh bhi. 

Dhruv: Mujhe uska number de. Uska personal number. 

Main: (bina soch phone nikaalte) Theek hai. Yeh lo… (main type karke screen 
dikhata hoon) Ise “Minal” naam se save kar. Woh WhatsApp bhi use karti hai. 

Dhruv: (jaldi number save karte, aankhein chamak rahi) Shukriya, Rizwan. Tujhe
 pata nahi yeh mere liye kya matlab rakhta hai. Main har raat uske jism ke 
baare mein sapna dekhta hoon… woh curves, woh sharmili muskurahat. Agar tu 
sach mein madad karega to main usko us tarah choduunga jise woh deserve
 karti hai — zor se aur gehra, jaise ek anneglected aurat ko chahiye. 

Main: (mere lund table ke neeche phir se hilte hue uski baaton se) Pehle dheere
 se jaana. Woh sharmili hai. Lekin haan… main hoon isme. Jo bhi tu uske saath 
chahe, main madad karunga usko haqeeqat banane mein. 

Dhruv: (Coke ka glass uthate, toast ke liye) Hamare ek doosre ki madad karne ke
 liye. Tu Priya ki chut haasil kar… main teri Ammi ko. 

Main: (uske glass se takrate, hanste) Deal. 

Phir usne mujhe bataya ki woh meri Ammi ke liye kai cheezein kharidna chahta 
hai, nayi panties aur anya intimate cheezein bhi. “Main usko thoda spoil karna 
chahta hoon. Woh acche cheezon ki haqdaar hai.” 

Maine curious hokar poocha, “Kya tumhe lagta hai Ammi unko qubool karengi? 
Woh bahut puritanical aur modest hai. Phool aur chocolate ke liye bhi woh 
hesitant thi.” 

Dhruv ne vishwas bhari muskurahat se kaha, uska ganja sir dhoop mein chamak
 raha tha. “Woh qubool kar legi, beta. Mujh par chhod de. Aisi auratein kabhi 
kabhi thoda naram dhakka chahti hain, lekin jab unhe mehsoos hota hai ki unki
 kadar ki ja rahi hai to woh khul jaati hain. Is par mujh par vishwas kar.” 

Us din usne mere liye bhi naye kapde kharide — do acche shirts aur ek perfect 
fit jeans. 

Phir usne Ammi ke liye kai sundar dresses chuni, halke rangon mein jo uske jism
 par achhe lagenge, saath mein kai sundar panties ke packet — kuchh cotton, 
kuchh delicate lace wali — aur do elegant sone ki chain jo mehngi lagti thi lekin 
roz pehenne layak modest thi. 

“Yeh uske liye hain,” usne kaha jab hum bag utha rahe the. “Usse keh dena yeh
 us dost ke taraf se hain jo usko khoobsurat mehsoos karana chahta hai.” 

Shaam ko main hotel room mein wapas aaya, haathon mein bag. 

Ammi pehle se hi halke peele phoolon wale dress mein taiyar thi jo taza aur 
elegant lag rahi thi, uska veil sahi se pinned. Kapda uske bhari choochiyon par 
drap kiya hua tha aur uski chaudi kamar aur uss massive moti gaand par softly
 chipka hua tha, jaise woh khud ek khilta phool ho. Bahar asmaan orange hone
 laga tha. 

Usne mujhe dekha, thodi rahat aur halki pareshani ke saath. “Rizwan beta, itni
 der kyon ho gayi? Main chinta karne lagi thi. Tu ne kaha tha jaldi wapas 
aayega. Kya hua tha?” 

Maine shopping bags dheere se neeche rakhe. “Sorry Ammi. Dhruv aur main 
lunch ke baad shopping karne gaye the. Waqt ka pata nahi chala. Usne kuchh 
cheezein kharidi… jinme se kuchh tere liye bhi.” 

Baad mein jab hum room se bahar nikalne wale the departure plans final karne, 
maine usse kaha, “Waise Mr. Dhruv aaj shaam airport tak drive kar ke le jaane
 ko bol raha tha. Usne offer kiya, taxi ka kharcha bach jayega.” 

Ammi ne qubool kiya, lekin saaf tha ki uska dil nahi chahta tha. Usne saans
 chhodi aur kaha, “Theek hai, agar woh zid kare… lekin woh kya sochenga beta? 
Usne already mere liye dresses aur anya cheezein kharid di thi aaj dopahar
 shopping mein. Mujhe aur madad lene mein ajeeb lag raha hai. Bahut zyada hai.” 

Maine usko dheere se sambhala, kandhe par haath rakh kar. “Ammi, theek hai. 
Woh sirf meherbani kar raha hai. Itna tension mat le. Woh tujhe bahut izzat deta
 hai. Bas madad qubool kar le aur safar aaram se ho.” 

Baad mein hum hotel lobby mein Dhruv se mile. Usne humare bag uthane mein
 madad ki, carefully car ke trunk mein rakhe aur garam awaaz mein baat ki. “Kuchh 
fikar mat karo. Main tum dono ko airport tak aaram se pahuncha dunga. Yeh bag
 bhari hain — mujh par chhod do.” 

Ammi uski maujoodgi se thoda kaamp rahi thi, haath veil ke kinaare se khel 
rahe the. “Shukriya Dhruv bhai… bag uthane mein madad ke liye. Bahut meherbani
 hai aapki.” 

Car mein airport jaate waqt Ammi front passenger seat par baithi aur main peeche. 
Baat dheere shuru hui lekin garam hoti gayi. Ammi ne Dhruv ki taraf mud kar dheemi
 awaaz mein kaha, 

“Dhruv bhai, shopping ke liye bahut bahut shukriya. Dresses bahut sundar hain, aur 
chainen… woh bahut zyada hain. Main aapki meherbani ka badla kaise doon. Main 
yeh sab expect nahi kar rahi thi.” 

Dhruv muskuraya, gaadi chalate hue, mazboot haath steering par. “Mera khushi tha, 
behen. Tumhe achha mehsoos hona chahiye. Mujhe khushi hai tumhe pasand aaye.” 






Main peeche seat se chhedne se khud ko rok nahi paya. “Dekha Ammi? Dhruv ne un
 gifts se tujhe khush kar diya. Tu zyada muskurana chahiye — usne har cheez 
chunne mein mehnat ki hai.” 

Ammi ne peeche haath badha kar mere ghutne par naughty thappad maara, uske
 gaal veil ke neeche laal ho gaye. “Rizwan! Abhi band kar. Uske saamne mujhe
 aise sharminda mat kar.” 

Dhruv zor se hanse, awaaz car mein bhar gayi. “Woh bas energy mein hai, hamesha 
ki tarah.” 

Main aur aage badha, teen aur baatein kahi jo Ammi ko aur zyada sharminda kar gayi. 

Pehli, “Ammi, tu un nayi panties mein se ek pehen le jo Dhruv ne kharidi. Mujhe
 lagta hai woh tere… curves par bahut comfortable lagenge.” Doosri, “Uncle Dhruv,
 Ammi mujhe bata rahi thi ki dresses ka kapda kitna soft hai. Usne ek try kiya aur
 kaha woh uske jism par perfectly chipak jaata hai.” Teesri, “Ammi us din jab us
 phool ko soongh rahi thi jo tune diya tha tab bahut sundar lag rahi thi. Usne poori
 raat tak usko takiye ke paas rakha.” 

Har baar Ammi ka chehra aur laal hota gaya. Usne seat mein mud kar hiss kiya, 
“Rizwan, bas kar! Main aisi baatein nahi sunna chahti.” 

Dhruv ne rear view mirror mein mujhe dekha, abhi bhi muskurate hue lekin warning
 wali awaaz mein. 

Yeh poori situation khaas thi kyonki yeh pehli baar tha jab Ammi kisi doosre mard
 se gifts qubool kar rahi thi. Woh hamesha itni sakht aur puritanical rahi thi, pehle
 kabhi aisa socha bhi nahi tha. 

Phir bhi yahan woh Dhruv ki car mein baithi thi, uske kharide naye dress mein, 
uski madad se airport ja rahi thi. 

Jab hum airport terminal pahunche, hum dono car se utre. Teeno ke beech baat
 lambi aur naturally flow kar rahi thi shuru mein. 





  
Dhruv ne kaha, “Main ummeed karta hoon tum dono ka ghar wapas safar surakshit
 ho. Contact mein rehna, theek hai?” 

Main muskurate hue bol pada. 

“Ammi, waise maine Dhruv ko tumhara number us dopahar diya tha jab hum
 shopping kar rahe the. Taaki tum dono dost ban jao aur kabhi kabhi message kar sako. 
Achha hoga na?” 

Ammi pehle ghabra gayi, aankhein badi ho gayi jab usne meri baat samjhi. Usne nahi
 jaana tha ki maine uska number de diya, aur yeh baat us par zor se lagi. 

Kyonki hum ek sakht _ parivaar the, har cheez mein puritanical, usne kabhi 
ummeed nahi ki thi ki uska apna beta uska personal number kisi doosre mard ko de
 dega — khas kar ek ***** mard ko jise woh jaanti bhi nahi thi. 

Yeh pal uske liye bahut awkward ho gaya. Uske haath god mein jakad gaye, usne
 majboori se chhoti si muskurahat ki, saaf tha ki woh uncomfortable mehsoos kar
 rahi thi. 

“Rizwan… tune usko mera number de diya? Mujhse poochhe bina?” usne kaha,
 awaaz dheemi lekin hairani aur bechaini se bhari. 

“Main… main nahi jaanti kya kahun. Yeh mera personal number hai. Hum 
_ hain beta. Hum aise number bahar ke mardon ko nahi dete. Yeh galat 
lagta hai.” 

Dhruv ne izzat se jawab diya, dheere se bola, “Minal, agar yeh tumhe 
uncomfortable karta hai to main message nahi karunga jab tak tum na kaho. Main
 tumhare values ko poora samajhta hoon. Main sirf acche dost banana chahta 
hoon agar tum ijazat do.” 

Ammi ne majboori se jawab diya, shabdon ko dhyaan se chunta hua kyonki maine
 usko aisi sthiti mein daal diya tha jo usko pasand nahi thi — woh majboori ke 
pal jo main kabhi kabhi uske liye banata tha. 

“Nahi, yeh… theek hai, Dhruv bhai. Mujhe khushi hai ki Rizwan ne humein dost 
bana diya. Woh hamesha aise kaam bina soche kar deta hai, lekin… haan, hum 
dost ki tarah contact mein reh sakte hain. Theek hai.” 

Pura waqt woh awkward lag rahi thi, gaal garam, lekin usne apni composure 
banaye rakhi jaise ek deendar aurat hoti hai, bhale hi andar se woh bahut 
sharminda aur bechain thi. 


Phir humne Dhruv ko alvida kaha aur usne mujhe wink kiya, maine bhi wink kiya. 

Main aur Ammi thodi der aur baat karte rahe — safar ke baare mein, abbu ke 
Dubai mein construction kaam ke baare mein, aur kaise hum sab phir milenge
 jab abbu ghar wapas aayenge. 

(Hum airport terminal ke check-in counter ke paas khade the, briefcase aur 
chhote carry-on bag pakde hue. Dhruv ne humein kuchh minute pehle chhod
 diya tha. Humne uski gaadi jaate hue haath hilaya. Ammi thodi tense lag rahi 
thi.) 

Ammi: (meri taraf tez ghum kar, awaaz dheemi lekin gusse se bhari) Rizwan, 
tu kya soch raha tha? Tune dopahar mein Dhruv ko mera number chhup kar de 
diya jab tum dono shopping gaye the? Mere peeth peeche aisa kaise kar sakta
 hai? 

Main: (hansne ko rokte hue, briefcase doosre haath mein lete) Ammi, relax
 karo. Itna bada mamla nahi hai. Mujhe laga achha hoga agar woh contact
 mein reh sake. Yeh pichhle kuchh dino mein bahut madadgaar tha. 

Ammi: (aankhein chhoti karte hue) Itna bada mamla nahi? Tune ek anjaan
 aadmi ko mera personal number bina mujhse poochhe de diya! Kya hoga agar 
woh baar baar call ya message karne lage? Main shadi shuda aurat hoon beta.
 Yeh sahi nahi hai. 

Main: (halke se hanste hue) Woh ab anjaan nahi raha Ammi. Humne uske 
saath itna waqt bitaya. Aur woh sirf achha ban raha tha. Ek extra contact 
rakhne mein kya burai hai? 

Ammi: (sir hilaate hue, saaf upset) Nahi. Mujhe yeh pasand nahi. Pehle 
phool, phir picnic, phir woh kapde jo usne mere liye kharide… aur ab mera 
phone number? Aaj tune hadd paar kar di. 

Main: (muskurate hue) Kapdon ki baat kar rahe the… tune kaha tha ghar
 pahunchte hi sab jalaa degi na? 

Ammi: (sakht awaaz mein) Haan. Main uske kharide har dress aur scarf ko 
jalaa dungi. Mere cupboard mein uski koi cheez nahi chahiye. 

Main: (halke se hanste hue) Arre waah Ammi. Ab toh keh rahi ho, lekin main
 jaanta hoon tu nahi karegi. Tujhe achhe kapde bahut pasand hain. Jab usne
 woh bag diye the tab tera chehra dekha tha — aankhein chamak rahi thi. 

Ammi: (serious banne ki koshish karte hue, lekin chhoti muskurahat nikalne
 ki koshish kar rahi thi) Hansna band kar. Main sach keh rahi hoon. Jaise hi 
ghar pahunchenge woh kapde seedhe kachre mein… ya main unhe jalaa dungi.
 Mujhe farak nahi padta. 

Main: (usko chhedte hue) Sachchi? To phir tu un kurtas aur sarees ko aise kyon 
dekh rahi thi jaise bahut chahti ho? Main ne dekha tu kapde ko chhoo rahi thi,
 sab dekha. 

Ammi: (gussa banne ka natak karte hue, sakht nazar se) Rizwan! Aise mat bol.
 Main sirf polite thi. Uske dil ko thoda nahi lagana chahti thi. Iska matlab yeh 
nahi ki mujhe pasand aaye. 





Main: (abhi bhi halke se hanste hue) Polite? Ammi, tu ne colors chunte hue lagbhag
 bees minute laga diye. Qabool kar — tujhe pasand aaye the. 

Ammi: (baahen baandh kar, sakht dikhne ki koshish) Maine aisa kuchh nahi kiya.
 Aur agar dekha bhi to sirf isliye kyonki usne zor diya. Main kuchh nahi rakhungi. 
Ghar pahunchte hi jalaa dungi ya phenk dungi. Baat khatam. 

Main: (aur muskurate hue) Theek hai theek hai. Lekin main shart lagata hoon ek 
hafte ke andar woh kapde tere cupboard mein achhe se latak rahe honge. Tu phenk
 nahi payegi. Woh bahut sundar hain. 

Ammi: (abhi bhi gussa banne ka natak, lekin awaaz thodi naram) Rizwan, mujhe 
chhedna band kar. Tu din ba din bahut shaitan hota ja raha hai. Pehle picnic pe 
majboor kiya, phir gifts qubool karwaye, aur ab bina ijazat usko mera number de
 diya. Ab aage kya? 

Main: (khelte hue) Aage? Shayad main usko ghar bula loon jab abbu abhi Dubai 
mein hon. Woh dinner ke liye aa sakta hai. 

Ammi: (aankhein badi, sach mein shock) Rizwan! Is mazak ko bhi mat kar. Main us 
aadmi ko kabhi ghar mein nahi aane dungi. Kabhi nahi. 

Main: (hanste hue) Dekha? Tu phir gussa ho rahi hai. Relax Ammi. Dhruv accha
 aadmi hai. Woh sirf tere liye kuchh achha karna chahta tha. 

Ammi: (chetaavni bhari nazar dete hue, lekin chhoti muskurahat chhupane ki 
koshish) Bas. Kapdon aur Dhruv ki baat band kar. Ab hum ghar ja rahe hain. 
Flight mein uska naam bhi mat lena. 

Main: (abhi bhi chhedte hue) Lekin agar usne tujhe message kiya to? Tu reply 
karegi ya number turant delete kar degi? 

Ammi: (ab bahut gussa banne ka natak, gaal halke garam) Main jaise hi message 
dekhoongi number delete kar dungi. Aur agar tu phir aisa kuchh kiya to main sach
 mein tujhe daantungi. 

Main: (hanste hue) Theek hai theek hai. Main waada karta hoon kisi ka number
 bina ijazat nahi dunga… khas kar itne handsome shipping company wale aadmi ko
 jo tere liye mehenge kapde kharidta hai. 

Ammi: (haath se handbag se halke se mera haath maarti) Rizwan! Tu bilkul 
asambhav hai. Ab chup ho ja aur check-in par dhyaan de. Line chal rahi hai. 

Aakhirkaar boarding ka waqt aa gaya. Flight mein Ammi aur main saath baithe. Hum
 dheere se ghar pahunchne ke baad ke plan ki baat karte rahe — kaise abbu ke 
Dubai ka contract khatam hone ka intezaar karenge taaki poora parivaar phir se saath ho. 

“Mujhe uski bahut yaad aati hai beta,” Ammi ne pyaar se kaha. “Jab woh wapas 
aayega hum bada khana banayenge. Tu mujhe uske pasandida khane banane mein 
madad karna.” 






Main ne sir hilaaya, phir ek kitab nikaal kar padhne laga jab Ammi thodi der baad
 mere paas so gayi, sir seat par tika kar, uska peela phool wala dress abhi bhi taza
 dikhta tha. Main dheere se pages palatta raha, shaant flight ka maza lete hue. 

Baad mein jab Ammi so rahi thi, mera phone Dhruv ke message se baj utha. “Beta,
 ghar pahunch kar agar tu mujhe teri Ammi ki night shorts mein kuchh photos bhej
 sake… main bahut shukraguzaar rahunga. Woh wali jo uske curves achhe se 
dikhaati hain.” 

Maine khud se muskuraya aur jaldi reply kiya: “Waada karta hoon uncle Dhruv. 
Jaise hi mauka mila main bhej dunga.” 

Hawaai jahaz humein ghar ki taraf le ja raha tha, lekin mera dimag is safar ke 
naye possibilities se ghum raha tha — gifts, numbers, raaz, aur ek badhta rishta 
jo hamare sakht _ chhote parivaar ke liye bilkul aam nahi tha. 

Hum subah ghar pahunch gaye, abbu do din baad aane wale the. Agli raat maine 
Ammi ke room mein so jaane ka intezaar kiya. Raat ke lagbhag 2 baje main 
chupke se andar ghus gaya aur Ammi ke sote hue photos liye. 

Woh silk halke orange shorts aur silk shirt mein so rahi thi jismein woh aksar soti
 thi. Woh pet ke bal soyi hui thi aur uski badi gaand upar thi, maine uski badi 
gaand ke kuchh photos liye. Main jaanta tha Dhruv ko yeh bahut pasand aayenge. 

Maine uske choochiyon ke bhi photos liye jab woh palti. Neeche woh photos 
hain jo maine liye 




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[Deepak_bull]

CHAPTER 7


Meri mom pehli baar kisi aur mard ke saath sex chat kar rahi hai,
aur woh mard hai Uncle Dhruv.




Agla din jab hum ghar wapas aaye to shuru mein sab kuchh ajeeb tarah se normal laga,
 jaise Dhruv ke saath trip sirf ek achha sapna tha. 

Ghar mein taza roti aur chai ki khushboo thi, subah ki dhoop khidkiyon se andar aa rahi 
thi aur hamare purane ,,., ke jaaye par pad rahi thi. Lekin main behtar jaanta tha. 
Cheezein badalne lagi thi, sirf main hi dekh sakta tha. 

Ammi subah jaldi uthi thi, jaise hamesha, aur seedha un bags ke paas gayi jo resort se 
laaye the. Main apne kamre mein tha, phone scroll karne ka natak kar raha tha, asal 
mein main us chhoti si darar se dekh raha tha jo maine saal pehle deewar mein banayi
 thi — jisse main chupke se usko kapde badalte dekh sakta tha. 

Usne raat ko mujhe bataya tha ki woh Dhruv ke kharide saare kapde jalaa degi kyonki 
woh doosre mard ke diye the aur ek shadi-shuda _ aurat ke liye yeh sahi nahi
 tha. 

Lekin usne unhe nahi jalaya. Ulta usne sab kuchh bistar par phela diya jaise khazane: 
naram pastel rang ke dresses, nazuk sone ki chainen, aur khas kar woh erotic underwear 
ke packets — kaali, laal aur halke pink rang ki lacy panties aur bras jo pehle uske paas
 kabhi nahi the, bahut zyada khulne wale. 

Woh ek ek karke uthati, ungliyon se naram kapde ko chhoote, ek khas sexy kaali lace 
wali pair ko roshni mein utha kar dekhti jaise yakeen nahi ho raha ki yeh kitna sundar 
hai. 

Maine dekha usne apni simple nightie utari. Uska bhara hua jism saamne aaya — woh 
bhari bhari choochiyan hilti hui azad hui, kaale nipples thode sakht subah ki thandi 
hawa se, patli kamar se phailti hui chaudi bachche paida karne wali kamar, aur phir 
woh badi moti gaand jo jhuk kar nayi panty pehnte waqt zor se hil rahi thi. 

Kaali lace uski badi gaand par tight khinch gayi, patla kapda uski gaand ki darar mein 
gehra utar gaya, kuchh bhi chhupane ke liye kaafi nahi. 

Woh mirror ke saamne idhar udhar ghumi, dekh rahi thi ki panty se uski gaand kitni
 gol aur rasili lag rahi hai. Phir usne ek nayi dress try ki — halke peach rang ki jo uske
 curves par perfect chipak gayi, kapda uski badi choochiyon par tight aur har chhoti
 harkat se uski moti gaand hilati. 

Woh bahut sundar lag rahi thi, jaise koi rani jise uski khubsurati ke layak tohfe diye 
gaye hon. 

Ek aur cheez hui jisne mere shorts mein lund hilaya. Usne sirf try karke rakh nahi diya
. Usne thoda pose bhi kiya, peeche se mirror mein apni gaand dekh kar, dress ko moti 
gaand par smooth karte hue aur khud se chhoti si secret muskurahat di. 

Yeh pehli baar tha jab maine Ammi ko khud ko aise chupke maza lete dekha, khas kar
 doosre mard ke diye kapdon mein. 

Baad mein jab woh kitchen mein aayi, main bada teasing muskurahat le kar uske 
peeche gaya. Main rok nahi saka. 

“Ammi… maine dekha tum Dhruv ke saare kapde try kar rahi thi. Kal tumne kaha
 tha jalaa dogi, yaad hai? Lekin abhi ek dress pehne ho. Kyon nahi jalaya, haan?”
 main halke se hasa, counter ke sahare tek lagate hue jab woh chai hila rahi thi. 

Ammi ek second ke liye freeze ho gayi, phir bewakoofi bhari hansi hasi, haath hilaati
 hui jaise kuchh bhi important nahi. 

“Oh beta, bewakoof mat bano. Main… maine socha itne achhe cheez jalana waste 
hoga. Khuda waste pasand nahi karta, jaante ho? Kapda achha quality ka hai aur rang
 itne sundar. Unhe barbaad karna gunah hoga jab koi use kar sakta hai. Bas yahi. Ab
 hasna band karo aur mujhe table lagane mein madad karo.” 

Main aur tease kiya, paas aate hue apni energy bhari muskurahat se. “Arre Ammi.
 Tumhe woh pasand aaye na? Khaskar woh lacy panties — erotic wale. Maine dekha 
tum mirror mein apni gaand check kar rahi thi. Woh doosre mard ke hain, phir bhi sab
 rakh liya aur try kiya jaise khaas hon. Qabool karo… tumhe pasand aaya kaise dikhti
 ho.” 





Uski gaal veil ke neeche pink ho gayi. Usne kitchen towel uthaya aur khelte hue mujhe
 maara. “Rizwan! Tum badmaash ladke, apni Ammi ko aise tease mat karo. Jaao warna 
main towel se bhagati hoon kitchen se!” 

Woh bhi hasi, lekin uski aankhon mein ek naughty chamak thi jab woh towel le kar mere
 peeche daudne ka natak kar rahi thi. Main bach gaya, dono has rahe the jaise bachpan
 mein, lekin main sach jaanta tha — usko kapde pasand the. 

Khaskar Dhruv ke diye erotic underwear. Dil ke andar kuchh usmein mehsoos kar raha
 tha ki woh chahti aur sundar mehsoos ho, jo Abbu ke simple tohfon se kabhi poora 
nahi hota tha. 

Breakfast ke turant baad ek aur cheez hui. Maine phone par chupke research kiya jab 
woh kitchen mein busy thi. Main samajhna chahta tha ki ek deendar shadi-shuda 
_ aurat jaise meri Ammi, jo roz paanch waqt ,,., padhti hai, har jagah
 veil pehenti hai aur sirf apne shauhar ke saath rahi hai, doosre mardon se tohfe
 kyon qubool karti hai. 

Maine forum aur ---c advice sites par article padhe. Jo mila woh hairan karne wala 
tha lekin samajh mein bhi aata tha. Bahut scholars kehte hain ki holy books adultery 
aur beja milne se warn karte hain, lekin chhote respectful dost ke tohfe agar niyat
 saaf ho toh automatically haram nahi. 

Lekin gehre andar, auraton ke secret confession groups aur psychology threads mein
 mujhe kuchh aur mila: sabse strict auratein bhi kai saal shadi ke baad kabhi kabhi
 neglected ya anseen mehsoos karti hain. 

Ek shauhar jo Abbu ki tarah mehnat karta hai paisa aur security deta hai, lekin woh
 hamesha usko sundar ya exciting nahi banata. Jab doosra mard uske curves notice 
karta hai, uski parda ki tareef karta hai aur sundar cheezein deta hai, toh uske andar
 kuchh auratana aur bhookha jag jata hai — chahe woh ladti ho. 

Research kehte hain yeh natural hai ki aurat ka jism attention par react kare, khaskar
 jab uska shauhar lambi duty se thaka hota hai. Deendar auratein jaise Ammi khud ko
 convince karti hain ki yeh “sirf dosti” ya “bekhar khair” hai, lekin unka dil aur jism 
aur zyada chahta hai. 

Maine khud se muskuraya. Yeh sab kuchh explain kar deta tha. 

Usi subah thodi der baad Abbu Dubai se aa gaye. Humne taxi ki awaaz suni aur dono 
bahar daude unka swagat karne. Woh bahut thake hue dikhte the — chehra thaka, 
lambi construction duty se, aankhon ke neeche kaale ghare, kandhe thode jhuke. 

Kapde udaan se sikud gaye the, sirf chhota bag tha. “Assalamualaikum, mera parivaar,” 
woh kamzor lekin pyar se bole jab hum dono ko gale lagaya. “Alhamdulillah, akhirkaar 
ghar aa gaya. Kaam bahut hard tha, lekin tum dono ko bahut yaad kiya.” 

Humne unka garam swagat kiya. Ammi ne unko tight hug kiya, uski badi choochiyan 
unke seene se dab gayi, aur maathe par chumban kiya. “Naveed, tum bahut thake
 hue lag rahe ho jaan. Andar aao. Main subah se tumhari favourite biryani bana rahi
 hoon. Ab aaram karo — sab tayyar hai.” 

Abbu halke se muskuraye aur uske peeche kitchen mein gaye jab main unka bag 
andar laya. Ammi stove par thi, bade bartaan ko hila rahi thi, Dhruv ki nayi peach 
white silky dress uske curves par sundar chipki hui. 

Abbu uske peeche khade the, dheere baat kar rahe. “Dubai ka project achha gaya,
 Minal. Bachaye paise Rizwan ke padhai mein madad karenge aur shayad ghar thoda
 renovate bhi kar lenge. Tum dono ka resort trip kaisa tha? Maze kiye?” 

Ammi hilaati rahi, awaaz garam. “Achha tha, Naveed. Jo zarurat thi. Rizwan poora 
time bahut energetic tha — mujhe khushi hui.” 

Tab maine dekha. Ammi ka phone jo counter par chhod diya tha, notification se
 jagmagaya. 

Usne jaldi se dekha aur main turant samajh gaya ki Dhruv ka hai kyonki maine weeks
 pehle simple app se uska phone mere phone se secretly connect kar rakha tha. 

Har text jo usko aati thi, main real time mein apne screen par dekh leta tha. Usne
 phone casually uthaya, Abbu se chhupane ke liye thoda ghum kar, lekin main sab 
dekh raha tha. Woh message padh rahi thi jab rice check karne ka natak kar rahi thi. 

Mere phone par text aaya: “Good morning, beautiful queen. Hope tumhara shauhar 
safely pahunch gaya. Main sochta hi nahi ruk pa raha ki tum us yellow dress mein
 kitni stunning lag rahi thi last time.” 

Maine khud se muskuraya, secret thrill se. 






Ammi ka chehra Abbu ke saamne bilkul normal tha, lekin maine dekha uske haath mein
 chhoti si kaanp thi jab usne jaldi se chhota jawab type kiya aur phone kitchen drawer
 mein daal diya, thoda tez band kiya. 

Woh darr rahi thi ki kahin Abbu notice na kar le. Woh biryani ki taraf mud gayi, aur
 tez hilaane lagi, awaaz steady rakh kar Abbu ke trip ke sawaalon ka jawab deti rahi. 

Yeh pehli baar tha jab maine Ammi ko apne shauhar ke saamne doosre mard ka message
 padhte dekha — aur usne bilkul pro ki tarah handle kiya, Abbu ko muskurati, uske 
thake mazak par hansati, sab normal karti hui jab uska dil shayad tez dhadak raha tha. 

Abbu ne nahi poocha ki kisne message kiya. Woh bas paas aaye, uski kamar se peeche
 se gale lagaya aur gardan par dheere chumban kiya. “Tumhe bahut yaad kiya jaan. 
Tum ghar jaisi khushboo aa rahi ho.” 

Ammi ek second ke liye us par jhuk gayi, lekin uski aankhein nervously drawer ki taraf 
gayi. 

Jab Abbu khana khane ke baad thoda sa walk karne bahar gaye taaki taangein stretch
 ho aur taza hawa le, Ammi darwaza band hone tak wait ki. 

Phir usne jaldi drawer khola, phone nikala aur Dhruv ka message phir se padha. Usne
 do baar padha, chhoti si secret muskurahat honthon par aayi phir usne khud ko rok
 liya aur sir hilaaya. 

Jawab dene se pehle usne yeh kiya: woh khidki ke paas gayi, bahar dekha ki Abbu
 sach mein gali mein door gaye hain, phir kitchen table par baith gayi aur lambi reply
 type ki, teen baar delete aur rewrite kiya jaise shabd lekar nervous ho. 

“Thank you, Dhruv bhai. Tumse sun kar achha laga. Mera shauhar ab ghar aa gaya,
 safe.” Usne bhej diya, phir poora chat thread notification se delete kar diya kahin 
safety ke liye. 

Ammi wahan lambi der sochti rahi. Uske chehre par dikhta tha — woh sach mein 
maanti thi ki Dhruv sirf dost hai, ek achha aadmi jo trip ke dauran nice tha. 

Lekin usko samajh nahi aa raha tha ki woh Abbu se messages kyon chhupa rahi hai. 
Kyon chat delete kiya? Kyon uska naam aane par pet mein halki si hilti mehsoos 
hoti hai? 

Woh khud se fisfisayi, hallway se mujhe mushkil se sunai di, “Yeh sirf dosti hai… 
kuchh galat nahi. Main aise kyon behave kar rahi hoon?” 

Usse related ek aur cheez yeh thi ki usne Dhruv ki kharidi sone ki chain ko chhua jo 
veil ke neeche pehni thi, ungliyon se usko sehlaati jaise usse sukoon mil raha ho. 

Baad mein jab Abbu glass paani lene kitchen mein wapas aaye, Ammi chaunk gayi
 aur jaldi phone drawer mein daal diya. Jaldi mein uski kohni se ek glass gir gaya. 

Woh zor se toot gaya, tukde har taraf bikhar gaye. 

“Oh Khuda!” Ammi saans rok kar boli, jhuk kar tukde uthane lagi. 

Abbu jaldi aaye, chinta se. “Minal, theek ho? Kahin cut to nahi hua? Idhar, main 
madad karta hoon.” 

Woh khadi hui, haath jhaadti hui. 

“Main theek hoon, Naveed. Bas… chaunk gayi thi. Glass slip ho gaya. Kuchh nahi.
 Main saaf kar lungi.” 

Abbu ne uske saath tukde saaf kiye, dheere baat karte hue. 

“Aaj tum thodi distracted lag rahi ho jaan. Sab theek hai? Trip ne tumhe bhi
 thaka diya hoga.” 

Ammi muskurayi, lekin majboori se. “Ab sab perfect hai jab tum ghar aa gaye.
 Mujhe lekar fikar mat karo.” 

Main hallway mein khada pura scene dekh raha tha aur ek ajeeb khayal aaya. 

Toota glass jaise ek nishani tha, jaise unki perfect shadi mein chhoti si darar jo 
ek din badi hoti jayegi jab tak sab kuchh toot na jaye. 

Creative lagta tha, lekin maine socha zameen par bikhere tukde chhote warnings
 hain: ek din Ammi ke secret texts, uski chhupi muskurahaten aur doosre mard 
ke tohfe unke rishte ko isi tarah tod sakte hain jaise yeh glass aasani se toot gaya. 

Maine soch door kar di, lekin woh mere andar reh gaya. 

Us raat, jab Abbu aaram kar chuke, Ammi aur Abbu ne apne bedroom mein chudai ki
. Woh bilkul normal, simple shadi-shuda sex thi — jaisa hamesha hota tha. Main 
patli deewaron se sab sun raha tha. 







Abbu uske upar missionary position mein chadh gaye, unka jism uski moti taangon
 ke beech dheere dheere hil raha tha. Ammi dheemi awaaz se karah rahi thi, uski 
taangein uske ird-gird lapeti hui, uski moti gaand har dhakke ke saath thodi si hil 
rahi thi. 

Abbu ka lund chhota tha — average se bhi kam — lekin Ammi ko uska woh chhota
 lund bahut pasand tha. Usne saalon mein kai baar unhe bataya tha ki woh unke
 andar bilkul perfect lagta hai, surakshit aur gehra rishta jaisa, jaise sirf uske jism 
ke liye bana ho. 

Lekin unki chudai hamesha bore karne wali hoti thi. 

Kabhi dard nahi hota, kabhi zyada stretch nahi hota, aur woh khushi ko aasani se 
control kar sakti thi. 

Usse unki naram aur pyar bhari harkatein pasand thi, jab woh sirf kuchh minute 
baad uske andar apna doodh chhodte hue dheere se kehte the — “Main tumse pyar 
karta hoon, Minal.” 

Dono chupke se khatam hote the, phir ek doosre ki baahon mein so jaate the, Abbu
 uske bhari choochiyon par dheere dheere kharrate lete hue. 

Kuchh din baad ek raat, jab Abbu Ammi ke paas hi so chuke the, mera phone Dhruv
 ke message se jagmagaya. Raat bahut der ho chuki thi, ghar andhera aur khamosh 
tha. 

Dhruv: “Beta, kya tumhara abbu ab so gaya hai? Main aaj raat tumhari Ammi ko 
message karna chahta hoon. Batao woh free hai kya.” 

Main chupke se utha, unke bedroom ke darwaze tak gaya aur jhaanka. Ammi pet ke 
bal soyi hui thi, uski badi gaand patli chadar ke neeche ubhari hui, Abbu uske paas 
simat kar so rahe the. Maine jawab diya: “Haan uncle Dhruv. Abbu gehri neend mein
 hain aur Ammi bhi soyi hui hai. Woh unke bilkul paas hi hai.” 

Dhruv ne turant jawab diya: “Achha. Aaj raat main usko sahi se behkana shuru karta
 hoon. Dekhna kya hota hai beta. Main usko uske shauhar ke saath sote hue bhi mujhe
 chaahne pe majboor kar dunga.” 

Hum thodi der tak message karte rahe. Woh confident tareeke se bada raha tha:
 “Main yeh pehle bhi kar chuka hoon. Tumhari Ammi deendar hai, lekin main jaanta 
hoon sirf shabdon se uski chut geeli kaise karni hai. Woh mera naam dekh kar 
muskurati hai. Main kamyab ho jaunga, bharosa rakho. Hafte ke end tak woh mujhe
 us moti gaand ki photos bhejegi jo maine uske liye panty kharidi hai.” 

Maine muskurate hue type kiya: “Shubhkaamnaayein uncle Dhruv. Mujhe vishwas hai. 
Shuru kar do.” 

Us raat mera lund pajame mein paththar ki tarah sakht ho gaya sirf is baat se soch 
kar — Ammi ko kisi aur mard, ek mazboot aur himmat wale ***** mard ke behkaane
 ka khayal, jab Abbu uske paas hi sukoon se so rahe the, bilkul be-khabar. 

Maine phone on kiya, linked chat khola aur intezaar karne laga. Kyonki Ammi ko
 nahi pata tha ki maine uska phone mere phone se jod rakha tha, main har message
 real time mein padh sakta tha, poora chat history bhi. 

(Main apne bistar par andhere mein leta hoon, phone ki brightness bilkul kam. 
Ammi ka WhatsApp mere phone par mirror ho raha hai family sharing setting ki 
wajah se. Unke bedroom ke thode khule darwaze se main unki silhouette dekh
 sakta hoon. Abbu zor zor se kharraate le rahe hain uske paas. Woh gehri neend 
mein thi jab uska phone jagmagaya. Woh dheere se uthi, aankhein malti hai aur
 chat kholti hai.) 

Dhruv: Minal ji, maaf karna agar maine aapko jaga diya. Neend nahi aa rahi thi.
 Bas aapko hi bolna tha. Umeed hai ghar pahunch gayi safely. 

Ammi: (woh message ko kuchh second tak dekhti hai, Abbu ke kharrate dekh kar
 phir type karti hai) Hello Dhruv. Haan hum safely pahunch gaye. Bahut der ho gayi
 hai… is waqt message kyon kar rahe ho? 

Dhruv: Haha, jaanta tha aap yeh poochhengi. Poore trip ke baare mein soch raha 
tha aur achanak aapki yaad aa gayi. Baat karne ka man kiya. Aapko bura to nahi 
lag raha na? 

Ammi: (woh saans chhodti hai, phir Abbu ki taraf dekhti hai aur jawab deti hai) 
Humne to airport par hi alvida keh diya tha. Sab theek hai. Aapko sona chahiye. 

Dhruv: Koshish ki thi. Lekin har baar aankhein band karte hi aap us dark blue kurta
 mein dikhti ho jo maine aapke liye kharida tha. Waise… agar aapko lagta hai 
bahut der ho gayi to aapne itni jaldi jawab kyon diya? ? 

Ammi: (uske honthon par chhoti si muskurahat ek second ke liye aati hai phir chhup
 jaati hai. Woh Abbu ke kharrate dekhti hai aur type karti hai) Main aapke message
 ki wajah se already jaag rahi thi. Isliye. 

Dhruv: Dekha? Aap bhi jaag rahi hain. Taqdeer. Bataiye, kya aapne naye kapde try
 kiye? Khaas kar woh khushboo jo maine chuni thi? 

Ammi: (woh bechain hokar hilti hai, Abbu ko dekhti hai phir phone par) Kapde 
abhi bag mein hain. Maine unko sahi se khola nahi. 

Dhruv: Arre jhooth mat bolo Minal. Mainne aapka chehra dekha tha dukaan mein
 jab aap try kar rahi thi. Aapko pasand aaye the. Khaas kar woh naram wale. 






Ammi: (thodi sakhti se lekin shalintaa se) Dhruv please. Abhi 2 baje hain. Main is
 waqt kisi se baat nahi karti, khaas kar aise. Hum sirf hotel ke dost hain, usse zyada 
kuchh nahi. 

Dhruv: Bilkul, sirf dost. Isliye main apne dost ko message kar raha hoon. Isme galat 
kya hai. Aapka shauhar so raha hai na? Kisi ko pata nahi chalega. 

Ammi: (woh jaldi se Abbu ke kharrate wale chehre ko dekhti hai phir jawab deti hai)
 Haan woh so rahe hain. Lekin phir bhi… 

Dhruv: Achha. To sach sach batao — kya woh panty jo maine kharidi thi aapko fit
 aayi? Maine size carefully chuni thi ? 

Ammi: (uski aankhein phail jaati hain. Woh message ko lagbhag dus second tak 
dekhti hai phir type karti hai) Dhruv, mujhe aise gifts pasand nahi. Yeh bahut 
personal hain. 

Dhruv: Sawal se bhaagne ki koshish mat karo. Fit aayi ya nahi? Sach batao. Aap 
badi aurat ho. 

Ammi: (woh ek minute tak jawab nahi deti. Main dekhta hoon woh apna honth 
kaat rahi hai. Abbu zor se kharrate hain. Woh akhirkaar type karti hai) Main doosre
 mardon se aise baat nahi karti. Yeh sahi nahi hai. Main ek shadi shuda aurat hoon
 aur achhi _ hoon. 

Dhruv: To phir aap 2 baje raat ko mere saath chat kyon kar rahi hain? Aap phone 
silent kar sakti thi. Lekin aapne nahi kiya. 

Ammi: (woh padhti hai, Abbu ko phir dekhti hai aur jawab deti hai) Mujhe nahi 
pata… maine sirf ek baar jawab diya aur ab baat chalti ja rahi hai. 

Dhruv: Kyonki dil ke andar aapko yeh dhyan pasand hai. Qabool karo. Aapka jism 
itna sundar aur bhara hua hai Minal. Woh bade choochiyan aur woh gol gaand… 
main poore picnic mein unhe dekhne se khud ko rok nahi pa raha tha. 

Ammi: (uske gaal laal ho jaate hain. Woh jaldi type karti hai) Dhruv please… main
 apne jism ke baare mein aise baat nahi kar sakti. Bas karo. 

Dhruv: Kyon nahi? Sirf hum dono ke beech hai. Batao — jab aap naye kapde pehenti
 ho to kya woh aapke curves ko achhe se jakadte hain? Aapke choochiyan itne 
bhare aur naram lagte hain. Aur woh gaand… bhagwan, jab aap chalti ho to
 woh kitni perfectly hilti hai. 

Ammi: (shalintaa se lekin mazbooti se) Main in baaton ke baare mein nahi bol 
sakti. Please topic badlo. 

Dhruv: Arre Minal. Sharm mat karo. Aapka jism har mard ke khwab jaisa hai. 
Sirf ek baat batao — kya aap jaanti ho ki aap kitni sexy ho? 

Ammi: (woh screen ko dekhti hai, phir akhirkaar jawab deti hai) Yeh jism mujhe
 kudrat ne diya hai. Maine kuchh kiya nahi. Ab batao, aapki wapas flight kaisi thi? 

(Woh jaldi se doosra sawal poochh kar baat badalne ki koshish karti hai. Main
 dekhta hoon woh Abbu ke kharrate wale chehre ko phir dekhti hai, aankhon
 mein gunah mehsoos hota hai.) 

Dhruv: Flight theek thi. Lekin poore waqt sirf aapke baare mein soch raha tha. 
Mujhe abhi se aapki yaad aa rahi hai. 

Ammi: (uljhan mein, bachate hue) Yaad aa rahi hai? Hum sirf kuchh din pehle 
mile the. Hum sirf dost hain. 

Dhruv: Dost ek doosre ki yaad kar sakte hain. Khaas kar jab ek itni sundar ho jitni
 aap ho. 

Ammi: (woh type karti hai, phir delete karti hai, phir phir type karti hai) Dhruv,
 mujhe lag raha hai main is waqt aap se baat karke gunah kar rahi hoon. Mera 
shauhar mere bilkul paas so raha hai. 

Dhruv: Kisi dost se baat karna gunah nahi hai. Aapka shauhar to aksar Dubai mein 
rehta hai. Aapko bhi kuchh khushi milni chahiye. 

Ammi: (woh Abbu ko lambe waqt tak dekhti hai phir jawab deti hai) Phir bhi… 
yeh galat lagta hai. 

Dhruv: Relax karo Minal. Main aapko kuchh bura karne ko nahi keh raha. Mujhe
 sirf aap pasand ho. Bahut. Green park mein picnic ke waqt main aapke 
choochiyon aur badi gaand ko har baar dekhe bina nahi reh pa raha tha jab
 aap phool todne ke liye jhukti thi ya aage chalti thi. Aapko pata nahi kitna 
mushkil tha mere liye khud ko control karna. 

Ammi: (uski aankhein shock se phail jaati hain. Woh message ko dekhti hai. 
Main saaf dekh sakta hoon uske honthon par chhoti si, bahut chhoti muskurahat 
ek aadhe second ke liye aati hai phir woh usko control kar leti hai) Dhruv please 
aisi baatein mat kaho. Aap mujhe aise nahi dekh sakte. Main ek shadi shuda aurat 
hoon. 

Dhruv: Main khud ko rok nahi paata. Main aapke liye lust karta hoon Minal. 
Sach mein. Lekin fikar mat karo — main kabhi zabardasti nahi karunga. Bas
 aapko apne dil ki baat batani thi. 

Ammi: (woh jawab nahi deti. Woh sirf screen ko dekhti hai, saansein thodi tez
 ho gayi hain. Abbu phir zor se kharrate hain. Woh usko dekhti hai phir phone 
ki taraf.) 

Dhruv: Aap abhi bhi wahan ho? 

Dhruv: Minal? 

Dhruv: Jaanta hoon yeh achanak hai, lekin mujhe aapko batana tha. Jab chahein
 jawab dena. Main kahin nahi ja raha. 

Dhruv: Waise, kya aapko woh khushboo sach mein pasand aayi? Dukan mein aap 
par bahut achhi lag rahi thi. 

(Ammi naye messages padhti hai lekin type nahi karti. Woh phone ko kuchh
 second ke liye muh ke bal bistar par rakh deti hai, Abbu ko dekhti hai, phir 
phone utha kar phir se padhti hai… lekin abhi bhi jawab nahi deti. Main andhere
 se usko dekhta rehta hoon. Woh chat par chup rehti hai jab Dhruv intezaar 
kar raha hai.) 

Dhruv: Minal, aap phir se chup ho gayi. Sab theek hai? Main bas us park ko yaad
 kar raha tha jab hum sab saath gaye the. Suraj ki roshni aap par kaise pad rahi 
thi… usne sab kuchh aur behtar bana diya tha. 

Ammi: (woh padhti hai, neeche ka honth kaat ti hai, Abbu ke kharrate wale 
chehre ko dekhti hai phir dheere dheere type karti hai) Haan, park bahut achha 
tha. Mausam suhana tha. 

Dhruv: Suhana isliye tha kyonki aap wahan thi. Batao, kya aap kabhi us din ke
 baare mein sochti ho? Jaise hum saath chalte the aur baat karte the… yeh sab 
itna natural lag raha tha. 

Mom: Aaj bahut achha din tha. Rizwan ko bahut maza aaya. 

Dhruv: Aur tumhe? Sach sach batao. Kya tumhe bhi thoda sa maza aaya? Main 
baar baar soch raha hoon tum naye kapdon mein kitni khubsurat aur shaan se 
dikhti thi. Woh khushboo jo maine chuni thi… kya abhi bhi tumhari chamdi par 
mehsoos ho rahi hai? 

Mom: (woh apni kalaai ko anjaan mein soonghti hai, phir jawab deti hai) 
Khushboo bahut tez hai. Maine abhi zyada istemal nahi kiya. 

Dhruv: Zaroor istemal karo. Woh tum par bilkul fit baithti hai. Naram, 
shaandaar, bilkul tumhari tarah. Waise tumhara shauhar kaise so raha hai? 
Abhi bhi zor zor se kharrate le raha hai? 

Mom: (Abbu ki taraf dekhti hai, jo zor se kharrate le raha tha) Haan, woh 
gehri neend mein hai. 

Dhruv: Kismat wala aadmi. Agar main uski jagah hota to itni khubsurat aurat
 ke paas so nahi paata. ? Waise ek baat batao — ghar par kya tumne un
 dresson ko sahi se try kiya? Mujhe bahut curious hai woh kaise fit hue. 

Mom: Abhi nahi. Woh abhi bhi packed hain. 

Dhruv: Arre Minal, hamesha packed mat rakho. Maine woh sirf tumhare liye
 kharide the. Bas ek photo? Mujhe dekhna hai woh purple-pink dress tum par
 kaisa lagta hai. Sirf agar tumhe comfortable lage. Dost ke taur par, kuchh 
aur nahi. 

Mom: (uski aankhein shock se phail gayi. Woh screen ko lagbhag pandrah 
second tak dekhti rahi. Uske gaal gulabi ho gaye. Woh type karti hai, do baar
 delete karke bhejti hai) Selfies? Abhi? Is waqt? Dhruv, yeh theek nahi hai. 

(Exactly isi pal mere phone mein alag se vibration aayi. Dhruv ka private 
message tha. Usne apna photo bheja — uska mota, mota lund, poora sakht, 
nasen ubhari hui, sir chamak raha tha. Woh clearly Mom se baat karte hue 
mutth maar raha tha. Caption tha “Tumhari Ammi ke baare mein soch kar 
ruk nahi pa raha… dekho woh mujhe kitna sakht kar deti hai.” Uska lund
 bahut bada tha, maine jo bhi dekha usse kam se kam double. Main jaldi 
se band kar diya, dil tez dhadak raha tha.) 

Mom: (thodi naraz si lekin awaaz mein adaab rakhte hue) Dhruv, please. Main ek 
shadi shuda aurat hoon. Raat ke 2 baje aisi photos maangna theek nahi. Mujhe
 laga hum sirf dost hain. 

Dhruv: Hum sirf dost hi to hain, Minal. Isliye to maang raha hoon. Main sirf dekhna
 chahta hoon woh kapde jo maine tumhare liye time lagakar chune the, tum par 
kaise lagte hain. Kuchh ganda nahi. Sirf tareef. Shop mein jab tumne try kiye the 
tab tum kitni khush dikhti thi. Ek photo se kisi ko nuksaan nahi hoga. Tumhara 
shauhar wahan kharrate le raha hai — usko pata bhi nahi chalega. 

Mom: (uljhan mein, type karti aur delete karti) Lekin abhi kyon? Yeh galat lag 
raha hai. Main aisi aurat nahi hoon. 

Dhruv: Exactly isliye ki tum aisi aurat nahi ho. Isliye tum itni khaas ho. Main sirf 
apne dost ko mere diye gifts mein khubsurat dekhna chahta hoon. Ise thank you
 samjho. Photos bhej ke turant delete kar dena. Kisi ko kabhi pata nahi chalega.
 Please, Minal… mere liye? 

(Woh phir se Abbu ki taraf lambe waqt tak dekhti hai, chehre par poori sharminda.
 Uski ungliyan ruk rahi hain. Andar se ladai saaf dikhti hai — woh jaanti hai yeh 
line cross kar rahi hai lekin dheere dheere usmein phans rahi hai. Usse ehsaas 
nahi ki Dhruv kitni hoshiyari se “sirf dost” aur “sirf ek photo” ke jhatke se use
 behka raha hai.) 

Mom: Main… main nahi jaanti. Yeh sahi nahi hai. 

Dhruv: Bilkul masoom hai. Sirf ek dress. Pehle woh purple-pink wala. Tum
usmein bahut shandaar dikho gi. Waada karta hoon aur kuchh nahi maangunga. 
Jaldi karo pehle shauhar uth na jaaye. 

Mom: (woh message ko dekhti rahi, saansein tez ho gayi. Lagbhag tees second
 chup rehne ke baad akhirkaar type kiya) Theek hai… sirf ek. Intezaar karo. 

(Mom bahut dheere aur chupke se bistar se uthi, mattress ko awaaz na ho isliye 
sambhal kar. Abbu zor zor se kharrate lete rahe. Woh paaon se bedroom se nikal
 kar attached chhote kamre mein gayi, darwaza lagbhag band kiya lekin ek chhoti
 si darar chhod di taaki Abbu ki awaaz sun sake. 

Main hallway se uski chhaya dekh
 sakta tha. Usne jaldi se nightie utari, phir bra aur panty bhi. Kuchh second mein 
woh bilkul nangi ho gayi — uske bade, bhari chooche azaad latak rahe the, chaudi 
kamar aur gol gaand poori tarah dikhai de rahi thi. Uska jism bilkul waisa tha jaise
 Dhruv ne kaha tha. Woh turant phone uthati hai, abhi bhi nangi, aur chat kholti hai.) 






Mom: Main abhi badal rahi hoon. Intezaar karo. 

Dhruv: Jaldi karo Minal… main wait kar raha hoon. Pehli photo bhejo. 

(Mom ne purple-pink dress pehna. Woh uske curves par bilkul chipak gaya. Woh mirror 
ke saamne khadi hui, poori length ki selfie li, mirror ke saamne khadi hokar, bina kisi
 filter ke bhej di.) 






Mom: [Photo bheji — purple-pink dress] 

Dhruv: HEY BHAGWAN… Minal!!! Tum bilkul shandaar lag rahi ho. Jis tarah yeh 
tumhare choochon ko jakad raha hai… fuck. Aur woh kamar… main describe bhi
 nahi kar sakta. Abhi tum mujhe maar rahi ho. 

Mom: (woh padhti hai, chehra saabit rakhti hai, koi badi reaction nahi. Sirf jawab
 deti hai) Shukriya. 

Dhruv: Shukriya? Bas itna? Khud ko dekho. Tumhara jism in kapdon ke liye bana hai.
 Jis tarah tumhari gaand dress ko bhar rahi hai… perfect. Ab woh red tight wala 
bhejo. Please. 

Mom: (woh jaldi se red tight dress mein badal leti hai. Yeh aur bhi zyada jism se 
chipka hua tha. Photo leti hai aur bhej deti hai. Ek pal ke liye maine dekha woh 
mirror mein khud ko dekh kar halka sa muskurayi phir phir se saabit ho gayi.) 





Mom: [Photo bheji — red tight dress] 

Dhruv: Minal… main sach mein bol nahi pa raha. Ismein tumhare chooche kitne 
bhare aur gol dikhte hain. Aur woh gaand… bhagwan, jis tarah kapda fail raha hai.
 Tumhe ehsaas bhi nahi kitna asar kar rahi ho mujh par abhi. 

Mom: (lagbhag ek minute tak koi jawab nahi. Woh abhi bhi red dress mein khadi
 thi.) 

Dhruv: Kyon jawab nahi? Kya maine kuchh galat bol diya? 

Mom: Shukriya. 

Dhruv: Haha, text mein bhi tum itni sharmili ho. Ab woh blue jeans aur white 
shirt. Main dekhna chahta hoon western kapdon mein tumhari curves kaisi dikhti 
hain. 

Mom: (woh phir badalti hai, blue jeans aur white shirt pehanti hai. Jeans uski 
badi gaand par tight thi. Photo leti aur bhej deti hai.) 





Mom: [Photo bheji — blue jeans + white shirt] 

Dhruv: Haan… haan… dekho woh kamar. Jeans tumhari gaand ko itna achhe se
 jakad rahi hai. Aur shirt choochon par tight hai. Tum devi ho, Minal. Sirf dekh 
kar main bahut sakht ho gaya hoon. 

Mom: (phir se saabit, koi badi reaction nahi) Shukriya. 

Dhruv: Ek aur — woh brown jeans aur shirt. Please. Aakhri. Inmein tum bahut 
garam lagti ho. 

Mom: (woh brown jeans aur shirt mein badal leti hai. Photo leti aur bhej deti
 hai.) 






Mom: [Photo bheji — brown jeans + shirt] 

Dhruv: Minal… har photo pehle se behtar hai. Tumhara jism paagal karne wala hai. Woh 
bade chooche, woh moti gaand, woh kamar ka curve… main poore time tumhe dekh kar 
apna haath chala raha tha. Mujh par bharosa karne ke liye shukriya. 

Mom: (abhi bhi brown outfit mein khadi, message padhti hai. Is baar koi jawab nahi. 
Woh sirf chup chaap screen dekhti rahi.) 

Dhruv: Phir se chup kyon? Sach sach batao — kya tumhe mere liye yeh pehen kar 
achha laga? 

Mom: (lambe pause ke baad) Main nahi jaanti kya kahoon. 

Dhruv: Kaho ki tum khud ko khubsurat mehsoos kar rahi thi. Kyonki tum ho. Aur ab
 main tumhare baare mein soch kar ruk nahi pa raha. Ek aur photo bina dupatta ke 
bhejo? Sirf mere liye? 

(Woh turant jawab nahi deti. Woh bedroom ki taraf dekhti hai jahan Abbu abhi bhi
 zor se kharrate le raha tha. Uska chehra andar ki ladai dikha raha tha — sharm,
 uljhan, aur thodi si khushi jo woh maan nahi rahi thi. 

Woh abhi bhi Dhruv ke naram 
behkaave mein thi, soch rahi thi yeh sirf masoom dosti hai jabki bilkul aisa nahi tha. 
Woh dheere dheere phir type karne lagti hai…) 

(Chat raat bhar chalta raha. Mom abhi bhi dressing room mein thi, phone haath mein, 
soch rahi thi sab delete kar de ya ek aur photo bhej de… jabki Dhruv uske jism ki
 tareef sabse seedhe lekin pyaare tareeke se karta ja raha tha.) 

Dhruv: Aramse karo, Minal. Main kahin nahi ja raha. Har dress mein tum kamal lag 
rahi ho. Tumhara shauhar bahut kismat wala hai… lekin usko ehsaas bhi nahi kya paas
 hai. Mujhe to hai. 


Mom bahut uljhi hui dikhti thi, woh apna maatha ragadne lagi. Jab woh maatha ragadti
 hai to yeh saaf sign hai ki woh pareshan hai, dimag mein bahut tez tez soch rahi hai 
ki jo woh kar rahi hai woh sahi hai ya galat. 

Mom: (akhirkaar jawab deti hai, text ki awaaz abhi bhi adaab wali) Dhruv, aaj raat
 ke liye yeh kaafi hai. Mujhe wapas bistar par jaana chahiye. 

Dhruv: Sirf ek aakhri baat pehle ki tum jao — batao kaunsa dress pehen kar tumhe 
sabse zyada sexy mehsoos hua? Sach batao. 

Mom: (lambe pause ke baad) Woh red wala… shayad 

 

[Deepak_bull]

CHAPTER 8


Hidden Desires


Ammi wahan khadi thi, apne phone ki halki roshni mein.
Woh akeli thi, woh halke orange silk shorts aur
matching silk night shirt mein badal chuki thi jo
pehle pehna tha.


Patla, resham jaisa kapda uske bhare jism par
bilkul chipka hua tha jaise doosri chamdi— woh bade
bhari choochiyan shirt ke aage ko khinch rahi thi,
uske choochiyon ke nok halke se dikhai de rahe the,
aur shorts uski moti raanon par upar chadhe hue the,
neeche ka hissa uski badi moti gaand ke neeche wale
hisse ko mushkil se cover kar raha tha.


Woh soch mein khoyi hui lag rahi thi, ek haath mein
phone tightly pakde hue aur doosra haath darwaze ke
frame par. Mujhe bilkul pata tha kya hua tha.


Us raat pehle, jab abbu uske paas gehri neend mein
so rahe the, Ammi Dhruv ko message kar rahi thi.
Usne usko woh selfies bheje the jo maine chupke se
uske unhi halke orange silk night shorts aur shirt
mein liye the— woh tasveerien jahan woh mirror ke
saamne masoomiyat se pose kar rahi thi jab maine
“galti se” usko naye gift try karne ko kaha tha.


Woh khud se dheemi awaaz mein fisfisayi, mushkil se
sunai de rahi thi, “Main kya kar rahi hoon… Naveed
yahin paas mein bacche ki tarah so raha hai, aur main
doosre mard ko tasveerien bhej rahi hoon. Yeh sahi
nahi. Main ek shadi shuda _ aurat hoon.



“Kyon kiya maine yeh? Woh selfies bhejna, Dhruv ko
turant jawab dena? Mujhe chup rehna chahiye tha.
Mujhe pata tha Naveed master bedroom mein so raha
hai, lekin main rok nahi payi. Mujhe kamre se nikalna
pada, chat ke dauran chupke se bahar jaana pada—
taaki woh mujhe na dekh le. Kya hoga agar usne
notice kiya? Kya hoga agar usne shak kar liya?


Aur Rizwan— mera beta. Kya hoga agar usko pata chal
gaya? Kya hoga agar usko already pata hai ki main
Dhruv ko message kar rahi thi? Kya woh naraaz hoga?
Kya woh mujhe dosh dega?


Us raat, kuchh minute pehle hi, maine woh tasveerien
bheji thi. Main khud ko bahut sundar aur zinda
mehsoos kar rahi thi. Dhruv ne mujhe khoobsurat kaha,
aur main uske shabd phir se padh rahi thi— “Tere bade
choochiyan aur teri badi gaand.” Kyon main baar baar
us baat ko soch rahi hoon? Mujhe nahi sochna chahiye.
Yeh harmless hai. Sirf baat cheet. Sirf khud ko achha
feel karne ka lamha.


(Uski ungliyan phone par aur tight ho gayi, dil zor
zor se dhadak raha tha)


Lekin agar kisi ne dekh liya to? Agar Rizwan ko pata
chal gaya ki main Dhruv ko message kar rahi thi? Kya
woh dukhi hoga? Kya Naveed dukhi hoga? Main Naveed se
pyar karti hoon. Main us par bharosa karti hoon. Lekin
mujhe yeh ajeeb kheench mehsoos hoti hai— dhyan aur
tareef ki bhook.


Kya main buri biwi hoon? Buri Ammi hoon? (Woh master
bedroom ke darwaze ki taraf dekhti hai jahan mere
abbu Naveed sukoon se so rahe hain)








Woh itna be-khabar hai, neend mein itna masoom. Aur
main yahan khadi hoon, gunah mehsoos karte hue aur
saath hi ghabrahat mehsoos karte hue. Kya maine hadd
paar kar li?


Kya jawab dena galat tha? Woh tasveerien bhejna galat
tha? (Uski awaaz aur dheemi, lagbhag fisfisahat)


Nahi, maine koi gunah nahi kiya. Yeh sirf dosti hai,
sirf kuchh harmless shabd. Lekin Rizwan ko pata
chalne ka khayal— kya hoga agar usne already samajh
liya ho?


Kya hoga agar usne mehsoos kiya ho ki kuchh galat
hai? (Woh phone ko aur tightly pakadti hai, dimag mein
toofan uth raha tha)


Main Naveed se pyar karti hoon. Main us par bharosa
karti hoon. Aur main khud par bhi bharosa karti hoon.
Dhruv sirf dost tha. Yeh— yeh shak ka lamha— guzar
jayega. Mujhe bas so jana chahiye. Naveed ke paas let
kar mujhe phir sukoon mil jayega.


(Woh gehri saans leti hai, khud se fisfisate hue)
Sirf ek pal ki pareshani. Kal naya din hai. Main
mazboot rahungi. Main is kamzori ke lamhe ko bhool
jaungi.



Woh dheere se master bedroom ki taraf laut gayi, silk
shorts ke karan uski badi moti gaand ke tukde har
kadam par thoda hil rahe the, aur chadar ke neeche
abbu ke paas let gayi, jo bilkul nahi hila. Usne
bilkul nahi jaana kya hua tha uske bilkul paas.


Agli subah, upar se sab kuchh normal lag raha tha.
Ammi hamesha Fajr ki ,,., ke turant baad nahati thi,
aur aaj bhi alag nahi tha. Main hallway mein sabr se
intezaar kar raha tha, dil zor se dhadak raha tha us
purani gandi uttejana se.


Maine Dhruv se waada kiya tha ki main usko taza
tasveerien bhejunga, aur mera dimag poora un
tasveeron ko chupke se lene par tha. Mera phone ready
tha, pocket mein chhupa hua, camera app pehle se
khula.


Woh abhi bhi soch mein thi, uski hare aankhein thodi
door lag rahi thi jab woh dheemi nasheed gun gunati
hui— shayad abhi bhi Dhruv ke raat ke message ko yaad
kar rahi thi.


Usne aur selfies maange the, aur usne unko bhej diya
jab abbu uske paas kharate le raha tha. Woh seedhe
bathroom ki taraf gayi, darwaza band kiya lekin poora
lock nahi kiya, jaise woh kabhi kabhi karti thi jab
sochti thi ghar mein akeli hai.


Maine kuchh second intezaar kiya, phir dheere se
thode khule darwaze ke paas pahuncha aur aisi jagah
khada hua jahan sab kuchh dekh sakta tha bina notice
kiye. Ammi ki peeth meri taraf thi jab woh mirror ke
saamne khadi thi.


Uski badi moti gaand seedhe meri taraf thi, halke
orange silk shorts ko hadd tak khinch rahi thi. Kapda
un bade gol gaand ke tukdon ke beech gehra dhansa hua
tha, har curve ko dikha raha tha aur shorts bilkul
paint ki tarah lag rahe the. Woh gaand ke tukde itne
bade aur bahar nikle hue the, naram lekin mazboot, us
perfect hilne ke saath jise main saalon se dekhta aa
raha tha.


Dhruv hairan reh jayega jab main yeh bhejunga— usne
mujhe pehle hi bata diya tha ki woh uske jism par
kitna obsessed hai, khas kar uski badi _ Ammi
wali gaand jo kisi bhi parde wale kapde mein poori
tarah chhup nahi sakti. Woh shayad in tasveeron ko
dekh kar apna lund ragad ragad kar laal kar dega.


Ammi ne shower on kiya, garam paani chalne laga. Usne
ungliyan silk shorts ke kamar band mein daali aur
dheere se moti raanon par neeche kheench di, thoda
aage jhuk kar.







“Fuck,” maine khud se fisfisaya, honth zor se kaat
te hue. Woh tha— uski badi moti gaand poori tarah
nangi, itni bhari aur bahar nikli hui, do perfect
bade gol tukde jo shorts se nikalte hi fail gaye.


Woh aur bhi badi lag rahi thi paas se, unke beech ka
gehra ched kaala aur bulane wala, chamdi chamakti hui.
Abbu kitne kismat wale the jo har raat yeh paate the,
maine socha, mera lund pajame mein sakht hone laga.
Woh gaand ke tukde halke se hil rahe the jab woh paani
ka temperature theek kar rahi thi, aur maine jaldi se
kuchh tasveerien click kar li, phone silent par.


Woh shower ke neeche chali gayi, paani uski peeth par
aur us badi gaand par beh raha tha. Usne sabun uthaya
aur jhaag banane lagi, safed jhaag uske kandhon par,
patli kamar par neeche, aur phir uski badi gaand ke
ched mein bhar gaya jab woh dono gaand ke beech saaf
kar rahi thi.







Shower chalta raha, bathroom mein bhaap bhar gayi, jab
woh wahi nasheed gun guna rahi thi, abhi bhi Dhruv ke
baare mein soch mein khoyi hui. Phir usne silk shirt
aur apna veil ek saath utara aur side mein phenk diya.
Woh paani ki taraf poori tarah ghumi, aur mujhe uske
aage ka perfect nazara mil gaya.


Uske bade choochiyan bilkul sundar the— bhari, gol,
aur naturally latke hue, kaale sakht choochiyon ke nok
jo paani se chamak rahe the. Woh halke se uchhal rahe
the jab woh un par sabun ragad rahi thi, jhaag uske
pet par aur raanon ke beech neeche gir raha tha.


Maine tezi se click kiya, har angle capture kiya. Ek
baar maine video par switch kar liya. Maine record
kiya jab woh thoda taangein faila kar neeche saaf kar
rahi thi. Tab maine pehli baar uski chut dekhi— bilkul
paas, asli, aur poori tarah nangi.


Woh thodi baal wali thi, halke kaale trimmed lekin
poore saaf na kiye hue baalon ka patch uske honthon
par, woh natural look jo usne zindagi bhar rakha tha
kyonki woh neeche kabhi zyada nahi saaf karti thi.
Paani aur sabun se baal chamak rahe the, aur uski chut
ke honth garam se bhare aur phule hue lag rahe the.


Maine carefully zoom kiya, record kiya jab woh apni
sabun wali ungliyan us par chala rahi thi, khud ko
achhe se saaf karte hue aur dheemi gun gunati hui. Ek
aur cheez maine notice ki ki jab woh khud ko chhoo
rahi thi to uski clit thodi si bahar jhank rahi thi—
kuchh aisa jo maine kabhi apni deendar Ammi par socha
bhi nahi tha.











Maine lagbhag poore do minute record kiya, phir uske
dhone ke aur kuchh tasveerien li jab sabun ka jhaag
uske choochiyon par aur us badi gaand par neeche gir
raha tha. Jab woh paani band kiya aur towel ki taraf
haath badhaya, main chupke se apne kamre ki taraf laut
gaya, dil tez dhadak raha tha.


Ussi din thodi der baad, jab Ammi kitchen mein abbu ke
saath busy thi, maine saari tasveerien aur video Dhruv
ko bhej di.


Main: Hey Dhruv bhai, shaam bakhair. Tu free hai?


Dhruv: Arre Rizwan! Shaam bakhair yaar. Haan, ghar par
chill kar raha hoon. Kya scene hai?


Main: Main ne woh kiya jo humne subah baat ki thi. Main ne
Ammi ko chupke se nahaate hue record kiya. Tumhe kuchh
photos aur ek chhoti si video bhej di. Dekh li kya?


Dhruv: Fuck yes, main ne sab dekh liya. Tu paagal hai
bhai. Chat khola aur mera lund turant khada ho gaya.
Teri Ammi nangi itni garam hai. Woh bade rasile
choochiyan jab woh unko sabun laga rahi thi… aur woh
moti gol gaand jab woh jhuki. Bhagwan.


Main: Haha, mujhe pata tha tumhe pasand aayegi. Main ne
bathroom ke darwaze ke chhote se gap se li thi. Use
kuchh pata nahi tha. Video sirf 18 second ki hai lekin
usme woh saaf dikhti hai apne jism par haath pherte
hue.


Dhruv: Main abhi bhi usko loop mein dekh raha hoon. Dekh
woh bhari choochiyan kaise hil rahi hain. Uski
choochiyon ke nipples itne kaale aur bade hain. Main
abhi bhi apna lund zor zor se seh raha hoon teri Ammi
ke nange jism ko dekh kar. Sach mein, main abhi Minal
ke baare mein mutth maar raha hoon.


Main: Main bhi. Jab main record kar raha tha tab main
bahut garam ho gaya tha. Aaj main ne do baar mutth maari
hai soch kar ki tu usko chhoo raha hai. Soch raha tha
tere haath uske bade choochiyon ko nichod rahe hain jab
woh nangi khadi hai.


Dhruv: Fuck yes. Main un naram melon ko pakadna chahta
hoon bahut. Woh itne bhari aur bhare hue lagte hain.
Main uske nipples ko choosta rahunga jab tak woh karahne
na lage. Aur woh gaand… bhai, uski gaand bahut badi aur
gol hai. Main usko thappad maarna chahta hoon aur dekhna
chahta hoon woh kaise hilti hai jab main usko peeche se
chod raha hoon.


Main: Mujhe pata hai. Jab woh chalti hai to uski gaand
bahut achhe se hilti hai. Subah record karte waqt main
soch raha tha tu usko deewar se satakar, uski gardan par
chumban karte hue aur uske choochiyon ko zor se nichodte
hue. Main itni jaldi jhad gaya tha us baat ko soch kar.


Dhruv: Haha, tu bahut ganda ladka hai. Apni Ammi ki nangi
photos aur video mujhe bhej raha hai. Mujhe bahut pasand
hai. Uski chut ek photo mein bahut saaf aur rasili
dikhi jab usne taang uthayi thi. Kya usne recently shave
kiya hai?


Main: Haan, woh hamesha trimmed rakhti hai. Main ne tere
liye zoom kiya tha. Sach bata — ab tak uski photos dekh
kar tu kitni baar jhada hai?


Dhruv: Yeh mera doosra time hai. Pehli baar main uske
choochiyon ko dekh kar do minute mein hi jhad gaya tha.
Ab main edge kar raha hoon, video mein uski gaand dekh
kar. Teri Ammi ke paas perfect MILF jism hai. Curvy,
naram, aur chodne layak.


Main: Main ne mutth maari soch kar tu uske choochiyon ko
choos raha hai aur main dekh raha hoon. Ya tu uski chut
mein ungli kar raha hai jab woh pavitra aur sharmili
banne ki koshish kar rahi hai.


Dhruv: Fuck, yeh bahut garam baat hai. Main usko apna naam
bulwana chahta hoon jab main uski clit ke saath khel
raha hoon. Woh bahar se itni conservative dikhati hai
lekin uska jism gunah ke liye bana hai. Woh bade
choochiyon ko choosne ki zarurat hai aur woh rasili
jaanghon ko failane ki.


Main: Bilkul. Woh kehti rehti hai ki woh tere diye hue
kapde jalayegi lekin kal main ne dekha woh secretly naye
bra aur panty set ko mirror ke saamne try kar rahi thi.
Woh apne choochiyon ko khud chhoo rahi thi khud ko
dekhte hue.


Dhruv: Sach? Yeh achhi nishani hai. Woh dheere dheere khul
rahi hai. Waise Rizwan, mujhe madad karni padegi. Apni
Ammi par pressure daal ek aur picnic ke liye jaise pehle
wala. Sirf hum teeno. Usse keh ki main usse milna chahta
hoon apne agle trip se pehle. Baat masoom si rakhna.


Main: Fikr mat kar. Main usko convince kar lunga. Main
usse kahunga tu akela mehsoos kar raha hai aur uske liye
taaza hawa lena achha hoga. Pehle bhi usne maza liya tha
chahe woh dikhawa karti rahi.


Dhruv: Achha. Usse keh main achha khana aur gifts launga
phir se. Shayad kuchh aur kapde aur khushboo. Aur agar
woh picnic ke liye naye dress mein se ek pehen le to main
paagal ho jaunga.


Main: Main koshish karunga. Lekin tu jaanta hai woh kaisi
hai — pehle mana karegi aur sakht banegi. Phir dheere
dheere maan jayegi. Main usko push karta rahunga.


Dhruv: Yeh mera ladka. Jab bhi ho sake mujhe aur photos
aur video bhejte rehna. Khaas kar jab woh kapde badal
rahi ho ya naha rahi ho. Main teri Ammi ke nange jism ka
har inch dekhna chahta hoon.


Main: Theek hai. Main aur record karne ki koshish karunga.
Uski gaand aur bhi achhi lagti hai jab woh khud ko ponchh
rahi hoti hai. Agli baar main uske choochiyon ke bounce
ki closer video try karunga.


Dhruv: Perfect. Main abhi bhi video dekh kar sakht hoon.
Phir se jhadne wala hoon soch kar Minal ki badi gaand ko
nichodne aur un rasile choochiyon ko choosne ka. Shukriya
iske liye, Rizwan. Tu sabse best hai.


Main: Kabhi bhi bhai. Maza kar. Main kal subah Ammi se
picnic ke baare mein baat karunga aur tujhe bataunga.


Dhruv: Karna. Aur uske nudes mujhe feed karte rehna. Teri
garam Ammi ki main kabhi thak nahi sakta. Shubh raatri,
gande ladke ?


Main: Shubh raatri. Ammi ke baare mein mutth maarte hue
maza kar ?


Agli subah, pehli baar ek ajeeb naya ehsaas mujhe gher
liya. Main baar baar soch raha tha Ammi ko chodte hue —
sach mein chodte hue, zor se aur gehraai tak, Dhruv ke
mazboot mothe jism se. Pehle kabhi itna saaf khayal nahi
aaya tha.


Yeh galat lag raha tha kyonki woh meri paak, sakht imaan
wali Ammi thi, abbu se shadi shuda, jo sirf abbu ke saath
hi rahi thi.


Lekin kuchh ulta, uttejit tareeke se yeh sahi bhi lag
raha tha kyonki main ne dekha tha raat ko uski aankhein
phone par kitni der tak tikti hain, kaise usne woh photos
bheje the jab abbu uske paas hi so rahe the.


Ek hissa chahta tha ki woh akhirkaar khul jaye, saalon
tak sirf abbu ke saath modest aur farz nibhaate hue
chudai ke baad uski moti gaand kisi aur ke lund par
uchhalti dekhu. Yeh uljha hua tha, lekin woh uttejna
itni tez thi ki ignore nahi ki ja sakti thi.


Jald hi Dhruv hamare ilaake mein aa gaya. Usne hamare
ghar ke bajaye paas ke hotel mein kamra liya tha, sab
chhupakar. Agle kuchh dinon tak woh Ammi ko halki si
mohabbat bhari messages bhejta raha — sirf itna ki woh
utsaahit rahe.


Messages jaise “Ummid hai tera din tere jitna khoobsurat
hai” ya “Woh dresses mere dimag mein tujh par bilkul
perfect lag rahe the” ajeeb waqt par aate the. Ammi sakht
rahi, usko poora jawab nahi deti thi, sirf achhe se lekin
chhote jawab deti thi.


Phir bhi main samajh sakta tha woh is tawajjo se utsaahit
ho rahi thi — ab uska phone uske paas zyada rehta tha,
aur jab abbu na dekh rahe hote to woh zyada baar check
karti thi.


Dhruv ke aane ke agle din, main Ammi ko phir se convince
karne mein kaamyaab ho gaya ki hum teeno phir bahar
jaayein. Abbu ghar par tha lekin Dubai ke lambe
construction shifts ke baad aaram kar raha tha.


Ammi turant kitchen mein chai banate waqt shikayat karne
lagi. “Rizwan beta, tera abbu abhi ghar aaya hai. Ab
Dhruv ke saath bahar kyon jaayein? Yeh sahi nahi lagta.
Main shadi shuda aurat hoon, aur Naveed agle kamre mein
hai.”


Main ne jitne bhi naram tareeke soch sakta tha use use
kiya. Pehle main ne usse yaad dilaya ki trip par kitna
maza aaya tha aur Dhruv kitna madadgaar dost raha tha.
“Ammi, yeh sirf ek casual bahar jaana hai — uske gifts
ke shukriye ke liye. Abbu thake hue hain, woh din bhar
soenge. Hum kuchh chhupa nahi rahe.”


Phir main ne uski mehmaan-nawaazi ko appeal kiya. “Woh
itni door se hamare shehar aaya hai. Thoda ghumana to
banta hai. Tumne hamesha mujhe achhe tareeke sikhaye hain
na?”


Jab woh abhi bhi soch rahi thi, main ne jazbaati baat ki.
“Aur main tum dono ke saath waqt bitana bahut pasand
karta hoon. Abbu itne din door the, tumhe thoda relax
dekh kar mujhe khushi hoti hai. Sirf is baar, Ammi.
Please?”


Main ne awaaz naram aur khush rakhi, muskurata raha jab
tak woh saans chhod kar maan nahi gayi, chahe abhi bhi
anichchhuk thi. “Theek hai beta… lekin sirf isliye ki tu
itna zor de raha hai. Aur hum der tak bahar nahi
rahenge.”


Agli subah hum teeno bahar gaye. Ammi ne kaali hari abaya
aur uske saath matching veil pehna tha jo usko poora
cover karta tha lekin uske bhare hue jism ko chhupa nahi
pa raha tha.







Dhruv light blue shirt aur grey trousers mein bahut sharp
lag raha tha jo uske mothe aur mazboot jism ko dikha raha
tha. Main ne blue-white dhari wali shirt aur halki grey
khaki shorts pehni thi. Humne din ka maza liya — ek shaant
park mein gaye, ek saadhe cafe mein lunch kiya, aur chhote
bazaar mein ghume.


Ammi Dhruv ki kahaniyon par hans rahi thi, uski pehle
wali sakhti dheere dheere thodi naram pad rahi thi jaise
jaise ghante guzar rahe the. Sab kuchh natural lag raha
tha, jaise hum teeno dost hain, kuchh zyada complicated
nahi.


Us shaam ghar laut kar living room mein hum teeno dinner
kar rahe the — abbu, Ammi aur main. Mez par Ammi ka
swadisht ghar ka khana bhara tha, aur TV par halki si
--- lecture chal rahi thi. Lekin Ammi neeche mez par
chupke se messaging kar rahi thi, har kuchh minute mein
phone halke se vibrate kar raha tha.


Abbu thodi der baad notice kar ke dheere se bole, “Minal,
aaj raat tu bahut messaging kar rahi hai. Arre jaan,
theek se kha le. Jo bhi hai wait kar sakta hai. Hum itne
hafte baad family time kar rahe hain.”








Ammi ne jaldi se bahana banaya, masoom muskurahat ke
saath jab uski ungliyan abhi bhi screen par thi. “Bas
masjid group ki ek aunty hai, Naveed. Woh agle mahine
charity event plan kar rahi hain. Main ek minute mein
phone rakh dungi.”


Usne phone ko apni god mein rakh diya, lekin maine dekha
jab abbu nazar hatate hi usne phir se phone ki taraf
dekha. Main chupke se muskuraya, kyuki mujhe bilkul
pata tha woh asal mein kisko message kar rahi thi.


Us raat, Ammi ke bedroom mein, saaf dikhai de raha tha
ki woh Dhruv ka message ka intezaar kar rahi thi. Abbu
jaldi so chuke the, unki kharatein kamre mein goonj
rahi thi.


Ammi bistar ke apne taraf leti hui thi, raat ke kapdon
mein, aankhein khuli, chhat ko ghoor rahi thi.


Woh soyi nahi. Har kuchh minute mein woh phone check
karti, andhere mein screen uske chehre ko roshan kar
deta. Phir akhirkaar message aa gaya.


Woh almost uchal padi, bistar thoda hil gaya jab woh
thodi si uth baithi, uska dil tez dhadak raha hoga.
Dhruv ne usko message kiya.


Dhruv: Minal ji… aaj bahar aane ke liye bahut shukriya.
Har pal mujhe bahut acha laga. Tumne shaam ko itna khaas
bana diya.


Ammi: (woh message do baar padhti hai, abbu ki kharatein
bhari chehre ki taraf dekhti hai, phir dheere se type
karti hai) Shukriya Dhruv. Hum ghar pahunch gaye safely.
Bahut acha tha. Shubh raat.


Dhruv: Sirf acha? ? Maine dekha tum kitna muskurayi thi
jab hum fountain ke paas chal rahe the. Woh silk wala
gehra hari dress aaj raat tum par bilkul zabardast lag
raha tha. Woh tumhare jism se chipka hua… main aankhein
nahi hata pa raha tha.


Ammi: (uske gaal turant laal ho gaye. Woh jaldi se abbu
ki taraf dekhti hai jo abhi bhi zor se kharra raha tha,
phir jawab deti hai) Woh to normal dress tha. Kuchh khaas
nahi. Tum badha chadha kar bol rahe ho.


Dhruv: Normal? Minal, woh dress tumhari curves ke liye
bana tha. Jab tum chalti thi to silk kaise hilta tha…
woh shaandaar aur sexy dono tha. Tumhe ise aur zyada
pehanna chahiye.


Ammi: (woh neeche honth kaat ti hai, phir se abbu ki taraf
dekhti hai, phir type karti hai) Dhruv, please. Maine kabhi
bhi kisi doosre mard ke saath chalna nahi chahti thi jab
mera shauhar isi shehar mein ho. Poora waqt galat mehsoos
ho raha tha. Rizwan ne mujhe bahut pressure diya. Wohi
mujhe laane ke liye majboor kiya. Tum jaante ho main
Rizwan se kitna pyar karti hoon isliye mana nahi kar saki.


Dhruv: Haha, Rizwan acche ladke hain. Lekin mujhe khushi
hai usne pressure diya. Warna main tumhe us hari dress
mein dekhne se reh jaata. Ab hum close dost ban rahe
hain, Minal. Asli dost khul kar baat karte hain, chhote
chhote pal share karte hain, aur feelings chhupate nahi.
Kya tumhe bhi aisa lagta hai?


Ammi: (woh “dost” shabd ko bahut der tak dekhti hai, abbu
ki khush se soti surat dekhti hai, phir jawab deti hai)
Dost… haan, shayad. Lekin phir bhi, yeh ajeeb lagta hai.


Dhruv: Ajeeb hona kabhi kabhi acha hota hai. Iska matlab
hai kuchh naya ho raha hai. Waise, aaj maine jo box diya
tha woh khola kya? Woh sone ka haar tumhari gardan par
soch kar bahut khoobsurat lag raha tha. Chhota pendant
bilkul tumhare… well, tum samajh gayi.


Ammi: (uski aankhein thodi si phail gayi. Woh bistar par
hilti hai, abbu ko soya hua dekh kar pakki karti hai,
phir jaldi type karti hai) Dhruv, main woh haar nahi rakh
sakti. Woh bahut mehnga hai. Aur bahut personal bhi. Main
shadi shuda aurat hoon. Log kya sochenge agar unhone dekha?


Dhruv: Koi nahi dekhega agar tum sirf tab pehno jab dil
kare. Yeh sirf hum dono ke beech hai. Woh haar tumhari
sundar chamdi ke liye bana hai. Please rakh lo. Tum par
bahut khoobsurat lagega. Maine sirf tumhare baare mein
soch kar chuna tha.





Ammi: (woh rukti hai, ungliyan keyboard par hover karti
hui. Woh phir se abbu ki kharatein bhari chehre ki taraf
dekhti hai, phir type karti hai) Woh bahut sundar hai…
lekin mujhe sach mein nahi rakhna chahiye.


Dhruv: Minal, zindagi bahut chhoti hai. Tumhe sundar aur
kadra mehsoos karne ka haq hai. Bas qubool kar lo. Ek
baar mirror ke saamne pehan kar dekho aur batao kaisa
lagta hai. Bas yahi maangta hoon.


Ammi: (uske honthon par chhoti si, almost dikhai na dene
wali muskurahat aadhe second ke liye aati hai. Woh abbu
ki taraf dekhti hai, phir jawab deti hai) Theek hai… main
rakh lungi. Lekin sirf isliye kyuki tum itna zor de rahe
ho. Main ise bahar nahi pehenungi.


Dhruv: Yeh meri ladki! ? Dekha, ab tum behtar mehsoos kar
rahi ho. Ab sach sach batao — aaj jab tumne woh tight hari
dress pehna tha, kya thoda confident mehsoos nahi hua?
Woh tumhare shape ko kaise dikha raha tha… main har
second enjoy kar raha tha.


Ammi: (uska chehra thoda laal ho jata hai. Woh bistar mein
bhi dupatta theek karti hai phir type karti hai) Dhruv,
main ek deendar _ aurat hoon. Main apna shape
dikhane ke liye dress nahi pehenti. Woh dress sirf
comfortable thi. Mainne ise isliye pehna kyuki Rizwan ko
pasand tha. Main aisi baaton ke baare mein nahi sochti.


Dhruv: Comfortable? Minal, woh tumhare choochiyon aur kamar
ko perfectly chipak raha tha. Tum bahut graceful aur
auraton wali lag rahi thi. Apne jism mein sundar mehsoos
karne mein kuchh galat nahi. Ek deendar aurat bhi
attractive mehsoos kar sakti hai.


Ammi: (woh message padhti hai, saansein thodi tez ho jati
hain, abbu ko gehri neend mein dekhti hai, phir jawab deti
hai) Please mere jism ke baare mein aise mat baat karo.
Yeh sahi nahi. Main shadi shuda hoon.


Dhruv: Main kuchh bura nahi bol raha. Main to sirf us
cheez ki tareef kar raha hoon jo Khuda ne diya hai — ek
pyari, bhari jism. Tumhe bhi iska maza lena chahiye. Khud
ke saath itna sakht mat bano.


Ammi: (woh lagbhag ek minute rukti hai) Bahut der ho gayi
hai. Ab mujhe sona chahiye. Mera shauhar yahin mere paas
hai.


Dhruv: Arre, itni jaldi mat so jao. Hum to sirf dost ki
tarah baat kar rahe hain. Thodi der aur ruko. Mujhe tumse
baat karna acha lagta hai.


Ammi: (woh dheemi saans chhodti hai) Mere soye hue shauhar
ke saath bistar par let kar tumse message karna galat
lagta hai. Ek shadi shuda aurat ko aisa nahi karna
chahiye.


Dhruv: Kyon galat hai? Tum kuchh bura nahi kar rahi. Sirf
baat kar rahi ho. Tera shauhar tum par poora bharosa
karta hai. Woh khush se kharra raha hai. Woh jaanta hai
tu achhi biwi hai. Raat ko thodi si dostana baat se kuchh
nahi badalta.


Ammi: (woh message ko dekhti hai, phir type karti hai) Tum
mujhse kya chahte ho, Dhruv? Kyon itni raat ko mujhe
message kar rahe ho?


Dhruv: Main tumhari dosti chahta hoon. Tumhari muskurahat.
Tumhari sachchi baatein. Kuchh aur nahi… jab tak tum khud
zyada na chaho. Mujhe tum pasand ho, Minal. Yeh tum already
jaanti ho.


(Achanak abbu bistar par palat kar zor se Ammi ki taraf
mudte hue zor ki saans lete hain. Ammi sakht ho jati hai,
aankhein phail jati hain. Woh jaldi se phone ki brightness
kam karti hai aur saans rok leti hai. Abbu neend mein
kuchh budbudate hain lekin uthte nahi. Das second baad woh
thodi si relax hoti hai aur phone ki taraf dekhti hai.)


Dhruv: Kyon reply band kar di? Sab theek hai?


Ammi: (woh tez type karti hai) Mera shauhar abhi bistar par
palata. Woh almost uthne wala tha. Ek second ke liye bahut
darr gayi.


Dhruv: Dekha? Woh bacche ki tarah so raha hai. Woh tum par
itna bharosa karta hai, Minal. Agar usko pata bhi chale ki
tum dost se baat kar rahi ho to woh bhi nahi mind karega.
Tum zyada soch rahi ho kyuki tum khud ke saath bahut sakht
ho.


Ammi: (woh abbu ke kharatein bhare chehre ko bahut der tak
dekhti hai, phir jawab deti hai) Shayad main bahut sakht
hoon… mujhe nahi pata.


Dhruv: Bilkul. Tum shadi shuda _ aurat ho, haan.
Lekin iska matlab yeh nahi ki har chhoti khushi se khud ko
band kar lo. Tum hans sakti ho, sundar mehsoos kar sakti
ho, dost se baat kar sakti ho, achhe kapde pehan sakti ho,
chhota gift qubool kar sakti ho. Zindagi khatam nahi ho
jati. Khud ke saath itna sakht mat bano, Minal. Tumhe
zinda mehsoos karne ka haq hai.


Ammi: (woh lambi message ko dhyaan se padhti hai. Uski
ungliyan hover karti hain. Woh phir se abbu ki taraf
dekhti hai, phir dheere type karti hai) Kya tum aisa
sochte ho?


Dhruv: Main jaanta hoon. Aaj dekho — tum bahar gayi, woh
sundar hari dress pehni, haar qubool kiya, maine kabhi
itna muskurate nahi dekha. Tum khush lag rahi thi. Yeh
gunah nahi. Yeh to zinda rehna hai. Sabse deendar logon
ko bhi chhote chhote khushiyon ke pal chahiye.


Ammi: (woh turant jawab nahi deti. Woh phone neeche rakh
deti hai kuchh second ke liye, chhat ko dekhti hai, phir
phir utha leti hai) Maine is tarah kabhi nahi socha tha.


Dhruv: To aaj raat se aisa sochna shuru kar do. Tum abhi
bhi jawan ho, sundar ho, zindagi se bhari ho. Halaat ka
thoda maza lo. Main yahan tumhara dost hoon. Koi pressure
nahi, koi maang nahi. Sirf woh jo tumse baat karna aur
tumhe muskurana pasand karta hai.


Ammi: (padhte hue uske chehre par naram, sharmili si
muskurahat aati hai. Woh ek baar phir abbu ki khush se
soti surat dekhti hai, phir jawab deti hai) Tum logon ko
convince karne mein bahut acche ho, Dhruv.


Dhruv: Sirf tab jab insaan convince karne layak ho. Aur
tum, Minal, bilkul layak ho. To… kya tum kabhi kabhi woh
haar pehna karogi? Sirf apne liye?


Ammi: (woh rukti hai, phir type karti hai) Shayad… kabhi
kabhi. Jab main akeli hoon.


Dhruv: Bas yahi sunna chahta tha. Thoda bharosa karne ke
liye shukriya. Ab batao — kya tumhe woh khushboo pasand
aayi jo maine tumhare liye chuni thi? Woh taaza chameli
jaisi?


Ammi: Haan… bahut achhi hai. Sone se pehle maine thodi si
apni kalaai par lagayi thi. Usne mujhe us park ki yaad
dila di jahan hum gaye the.


Dhruv: Dekha? Chhoti chhoti khushiyan. Bas yahi tumhare
liye chahta hoon. Rizwan bahut kismat wala hai jiski Ammi
tum ho, lekin main aur bhi kismat wala hoon kyuki ab mujhe
tum jaisa dost mila.


Ammi: (woh phir muskurati hai, abbu ki taraf dekhti hai,
phir jawab deti hai) Tum mujhe raat ke 11:30 baje bhi
sharma de rahe ho. Ab mujhe sach mein sona chahiye.


Dhruv: Ruko… sone se pehle, Minal… ek chhoti si guzarish?
Kya tum abhi ki ek photo mujhe bhej sakti ho? Bas aise hi
jaise tum bistar mein dikhti ho. Main tumhari chamdi night
light ke neeche dekhna chahta hoon. Kuchh bura nahi, bas
tum shaant dikhti hui. Please?


Ammi: (woh padhti hai, aankhein thodi si phail jati hain.
Woh jaldi se abbu ki kharatein bhari chehre ki taraf
dekhti hai, phir ek ungli se type karti hai phone ko
seene se chipkaye) Dhruv, kya bol rahe ho? Main aisi photo
nahi bhej sakti. Yeh sahi nahi.


Dhruv: Kyon nahi? Tum itni sundar lagti ho jab relax hoti
ho. Main soch raha hoon tum us sleeveless laal nightdress
mein jo tumne bataya tha kabhi kabhi pehanti ho. Sirf ek
photo kandhe ya baahon ki… tumhari naram chamdi. Isse
mujhe bhi neend aa jayegi.


Ammi: (uske pet mein halki si hilti mehsoos hoti hai. Woh
kambal ke neeche hilti hai, pakki karti hai ki sab cover
hai. Abbu ek baar zor se kharra raha. Woh jawab deti hai)
Main aaj raat woh laal wali pehni hui hoon, haan. Woh
sleeveless hai. Lekin main koi photo nahi bhej sakti.
Please samajh lo.


Dhruv: Sleeveless laal… Khuda, woh tumhari gori chamdi par
kitna zabardast lagega. Jab tum uth baithti ho to kya woh
tumhari raanon tak pahunch jata hai? Sach sach batao. Aur
ek chhoti photo kyon nahi bhej sakti? Kal raat ki tarah
doosre kamre mein chali jao. Kisi ko pata nahi chalega.


Ammi: (turant woh beech mein type karna band kar deti hai,
jo likha tha delete kar deti hai, aur pachaas second tak
deewar ko dekhti hai. Woh mehsoos karti hai direction galat
ho rahi hai. Woh phir type karti hai) Nahi. Main kahin nahi
ja rahi. Yeh already bahut zyada ho gaya hai. Mujhe sona
chahiye.


Dhruv: Arre Minal. Ab mat ruk jao. Hum itni achhi baat kar
rahe the. Bas batao — kya woh laal nightdress jab tum
hilti ho to tumhari raanon par chadh jati hai? Main sochta
hoon woh tumhari taangon par kitni naram lagegi.


Ammi: (woh neeche honth kaat ti hai, message ko do baar
padhti hai. Uska khali haath anjaan mein god par kambal
theek karta hai. Abbu neend mein thoda palat ta hai. Woh
jawab deti hai) Woh… jab main baithti hoon to thoda raanon
tak chadh jata hai. Lekin Dhruv, please photo maangna band
karo. Main apne soye hue shauhar ke paas leti hui shadi
shuda aurat hoon. Yeh sahi nahi.


Dhruv: Sahi hona kabhi kabhi boring hota hai. Tumhe mehsoos
karne ka haq hai ki koi tumhe chahta hai. Do minute ke
liye doosre kamre mein jao, kandhe ya collarbone ki ek
masoom photo click kar lo. Main waada karta hoon aaj raat
aur nahi maangunga.


Ammi: (woh sir hilaati hai bhale hi woh dekh nahi sakta.
Woh abbu ki shaant kharatein bhari surat dekhti hai,
aankhon mein gunah ki chamak. Woh type karti hai) Main
politely inkaar karti hoon. Main aisa nahi karungi. Shubh
raat.


Dhruv: Theek hai theek hai, photo ke liye force nahi
karunga. Lekin kam se kam batao — us laal nightdress ke
neeche tum kaisa underwear pehni hui ho? Kya woh bhi laal
hai? Ya kuchh simple?


Ammi: (uska chehra halki narazgi se laal ho jata hai. Woh
ek second ke liye seedhi baith jati hai, phir peeche let
jati hai. Woh tez type karti hai) Dhruv, yeh bahut
personal baat hai. Ab mujhe thodi si burai mehsoos ho rahi
hai. Hum is tarah ki baat band kar den.



Dhruv: Arre, naraaz mat ho, sundar. Main to bas apni
nayi close friend ko chhed raha tha. Theek hai… agar
tum koi photo nahi bhejna chahti, to main hi kuchh
bhej deta hoon. Aisa kuchh jo aaj raat tumhe neend
nahi aane dega… aur aage se har baar aankh band
karte hi tumhe mera khayal aayega. ?


Ammi: (woh message padhti hai, bhawen upar uthi hui,
anjaan utsaukta se. Sir thoda tedha karti hai, phone
ki roshni uski aankhon mein chamak rahi hai. Abbu
kharate le rahe hain. Woh type karti hai) Kya matlab?
Tum kya bhejoge?


Dhruv: Bahut khaas cheez. Kuchh bada aur asli. Woh
cheez jo meri hai aur poora din tumhara khayal kar
rahi thi. Agar tum chhoti si photo nahi bheji to main
yeh bhej dunga. Lekin chetavni deta hoon… ek baar dekh
liya to aasani se bhool nahi paogi. Phir bhi bhej
doon?


Ammi: (woh message ko dekhti hai, chhoti si uljhi hui
muskurahat banati hai. Woh sochti hai woh mazak kar
raha hai. Jawab deti hai) Tum mere saath khel rahe ho.
Mujhe yakeen nahi. Shubh raat, Dhruv.


Dhruv: Main mazak nahi kar raha. Aakhri mauka. Ek
masoom photo bhejo warna main apna surprise bhej
dunga. Tumhari marzi.


Ammi: (woh thoda rukti hai, utsaukta jeet rahi hai.
Abbu ki taraf dekhti hai phir phone par. Type karti
hai) Main koi photo nahi bhej sakti. Maine kaha tha.
Please koi ajeeb cheez mat bhejna.


Dhruv: Theek hai phir… shubh raat, Minal. Achhi neend
lena. ?


(Ammi phone ko apne seene par rakh deti hai. Woh
lagbhag ek minute chhat ko dekhti rahi. Utsaukta usko
kha rahi thi. Woh neeche ka honth kaat ti hai, abbu ke
kharate lete hue chehre ki taraf dekhti hai, phir
paanch minute baad phone utha leti hai.)


Ammi: Dhruv? Woh “kuchh” kya tha jo tum bhejna
chahte the?


Dhruv: (woh jawab dene mein bahut waqt leta hai —
lagbhag do poore minute. Ammi baar baar chat refresh
karti rahi, bechain hoti ja rahi thi. Woh apni
nightdress ki pati thik karti hai jo thodi sarak
gayi thi.)


Ammi: (intezaar ke baad) Ho wahan? Ya so gaye?


Dhruv: Main yahan hoon. Maine kaha tha intezaar karo.
Woh cheez jo main bhejna chahta hoon pehle badi honi
chahiye. Abhi taiyar nahi hai. Ek minute do.


Ammi: (woh dheere se hans padti hai, muh dhak leti hai
taaki abbu na jaage. Type karti hai) Badi? Kis baare
mein baat kar rahe ho? Samajh nahi aa raha.


Dhruv: Woh cheez jo tumhare baare mein sochne par
badhti hai. Abhi hum baat kar rahe hain isliye woh aur
badi ho rahi hai. Isliye thoda waqt chahiye.


Ammi: (woh padhti hai, asli hansi nikal jaati hai.
Jaldi se muh phir dhak leti hai. Abbu kharate lete
rahe. Jawab deti hai) Ab to bahut shaitani kar rahe
ho. Lagta hai mujhe so jaana chahiye. Aaj raat ke liye
kaafi hai.


Dhruv: Abhi mat so jao. Maine chetavni di thi na? Agar
photo nahi bheji to main yeh badi cheez bhej dunga. Ab
bhi dekhna nahi chahti?


Ammi: (woh phir mazak samajh kar type karti hai) Achha,
ab samajh gayi tum sirf chhed rahe ho. Sach mein shubh
raat.


Dhruv: Main chhed nahi raha. Andaza lagao kya hai.
Chalo, guess karo. Hint dunga.


Ammi: (ab poori tarah utsaukta mein phans gayi. Woh
thoda aur seedhi baithti hai, kambal upar kheenchti
hai. Type karti hai) Kya yeh gift hai? Ya tumne kuchh
khareeda uski photo?


Dhruv: Gift nahi. Meri hissa hai. Kuchh sakht aur mota
tumhari wajah se.


Ammi: (woh rukti hai, shabdon ko dheere padhti hai.
Gardan par halki laali chadh jaati hai. Jawab deti hai)
Mujhe nahi pata… ghadi? Ya tumhara haath?


Dhruv: Galat. Haath se kaafi bada. Aur abhi seedha
khada ho kar tumhare laal nightdress aur naram raanon
ke baare mein soch raha hai.


Ammi: (woh phir hans padti hai, lekin is baar
ghabrahat ke saath. Type karti hai) Mazak band karo,
Dhruv. Main sach mein ab so jaungi.


Dhruv: Aakhri guess. Agar sahi guess kiya to main nahi
bhejunga. Galat guess kiya to turant bhej dunga.


Ammi: (ab poori tarah khel mein aa gayi, khud ke
khilaaf muskurati hui. Abbu ki taraf dekhti hai phir
type karti hai) Kya yeh… tumhara phone hai?


Dhruv: Galat. Ab aa raha hai…


(Dhruv lagbhag 90 second leta hai. Ammi screen ko
dekhti rahi, dil tez dhadak raha tha. Usne chat teen
baar refresh kiya. Aakhir message aa gaya aur usme ek
photo attached thi — uske bade, mote, baal wale lund
ki close-up photo, poora khada, nasen dikhai de rahi
thi, haath mein pakda hua.)








Dhruv: [Photo bheji: uske bade khade lund ki saaf
photo, neeche kaale baal, upar chamakdar]


(Ammi ki aankhein pure aascharya se phail gayi. Muh
thoda khul gaya. Woh photo ko lagbhag das second tak
bina palak jhapkaye dekhti rahi. Phone haath se lagbhag
chhootne wala tha. Usne jaldi chat band kiya, screen
lock kiya aur phone ko muh ke bal bistar par rakh
diya. Uski chhati tez tez upar neeche ho rahi thi. Woh
abbu ke kharate lete chehre ki taraf dekhti hai phir
andhere phone ki taraf. Woh kuchh type nahi karti. Chat
uski taraf se khamosh rahi. Phir woh phone kholti hai
aur phir se woh photo dekhti hai.)


Dhruv: Minal? Dekha tumne?


Dhruv: Yeh tumhari wajah se hai, sundar. Sirf tumhari
wajah se.


(Koi jawab nahi Ammi ki taraf se. Woh frozen si screen
ko dekhe ja rahi thi, saansein aniyamit. Abbu uske
paas sukoon se kharate le rahe the, bilkul be-khabar.)

[Deepak_bull]

CHAPTER 9


meri maa aur dhruv uncle ke beech hothon par pehla chumban





Pichhle raat ghar shaant tha siwaye papa ke steady kharate ke maa ke saath unke bade lakdi ke bistar par. Chhat ka pankha aalas se karakta tha, garam garmi ki hawa ko mushkil se hilata hua. Maa apni taraf leti hui thi, dupatta dheele se seene par pada hua, lambi din ki pakane, safai aur ,,., ke baad neend laane ki koshish kar rahi thi. 

Unka phone, silent par rakha hua, bistar par ek baar vibrate hua. Usne bina soche usse pakad liya, apni behen ya masjid group se message ki ummeed mein. 

Yeh dhruv se tha. 

Usne chat khola aur jam gayi. 

Wahaan, screen bhar kar, uska khada lauda ki tasveer thi. Yeh bada tha - aasani se aath aadhe inch, uski kalai jitna mota, dark caramel rang ki chamdi tight khinch kar ubhri hui nasaon ke jaal se jo nadiyon ki tarah shaaf se neeche tak jaati thi. 

Sir swollen tha, lagbhag gusse wala, ek moti prec um ki boond se chamak raha tha jo pehle se tapak raha tha. Foreskin poori tarah peeche khincha hua tha, flared ridge ki har inch dikhata hua. Yeh bhari, powerful dikhta tha, jaise ek young, confident aadmi ka jo jaanta tha ki woh kya chahta hai. Neeche uske bhari balls tight latak rahe the. 

Maa ki saans ruk gayi. "Astaghfirullah..." usne fasa fasa kaha, lekin uska thumb delete karne ko nahi badha. Usne zoom in kiya, dil itna zor se dhadak raha tha ki woh yakin karti thi papa jaag jaayega. 

Tasveer uske dimag mein utar gayi: jis tarah shaaf thodi upar ki taraf mudta tha, sir ke neeche ubhra ridge, base par dark trimmed baal ka patch. Usne aisa kabhi nahi dekha tha. 








Uske pati ek achhe aadmi the, gentle, lekin size mein modest aur kabhi aisa nahi... itna demanding. Dhruv ka lauda lagta tha jaise woh use phaad de, poori tarah bhar de, un jagahon tak pahunch jaaye jo usne sirf guilty palon mein socha tha. 

Usne kaanpte haathon se type kiya: "Dhruv, yeh galat hai. Main ek shaadi shuda '. aurat hoon. Mere paas ek pati hai jo bilkul mere bagal mein so raha hai. Aisi tasveerein bhejna haram hai, beizzat karne wala aur paap hai. Maine sab kuch pehle hi tumhe samjha diya tha - meri imaan, meri shaadi, mera beta. Kripya isse delete kar do aur kabhi aise contact mat karna. Main us tarah ki aurat nahi hoon." 

Usne send kiya, phir turant pachtaaya. Kyun usne reply bhi kiya? Usne block kar dena chahiye tha. Lekin usne nahi kiya. Usne dekhte raha. Paanch minute guzre. Das. Tasveer screen par rahi. 

Usne khud ko kaha ki woh sirf yeh dekh rahi hai ki usne theek se delete kiya hai, lekin uski aankhein har nas, har chamakte inch ko follow karti thi. Uske nipples painful tarah se uski nightie ki patli cotton se tight ho gaye. 

Ek sharmnak garmi uski jaanghon ke beech fail gayi; woh mehsoos kar rahi thi ki woh geeli ho rahi hai, uski chut ke honth andar se halke se phool aur khul rahe hain. Usne taangein ek saath daba li, sharm se. 

Papa neend mein hila, ek haath uski kamar par aa gaya. Gilt us par lehar ki tarah toot pada. Main yahaan apne pati ke bagal leti hui hoon, doosre aadmi ke laude ko dekh rahi hoon - gair-'. aadmi ke laude - aur mera sharir mujhe dhokha de raha hai. 

Usne photo band kiya, lekin afterimage rah gaya. Woh peeth par let gayi, chhat ko dekhte hue. Neend nahi aa rahi thi. Har baar jab woh aankhein band karti thi woh phir se dekh leti thi: mota, nas wala, uske liye tapakta hua. Woh sochti thi ki usne kyun bheja. 

Kya isliye ki usne jab last baar chai serve ki thi tab uske breasts dupatta ke against strain kar rahe the? Jis tarah uski badi, gol gaand chalte waqt hilti thi? Woh battis saal ki thi, shaadi aur maa banne ke baad conservative auraton ki tarah curvy - full hips, bhari 38DD breasts jo modest kapdon mein bhi chhup nahi paati thi, ek plump, heart-shaped gaand jo uske har salwar ko bhar deti thi. 

Agli subah, dhoop pehle se hi hamare veranda par garam thi. Maa aur main wicker kursiyon par snacks ke saath baithe the - garam chai steel ke glass mein, samosa aur pakora plate par humare beech. Masalon ki khushboo garden ke jasmine se mil rahi thi. 

Maa ek simple halka-peela abaya pehne hui thi, dupatta seene par modestly dbang kiya hua, lekin yeh bhi uski voluptuous figure ko chhupa nahi paata tha. Uske bhari breasts har saans ke saath upar neeche hote the, kapda halka stretch hota hua. 






Uski badi gaand kursi bhar leti thi, naram aur aamantran bhari. Woh sundar lekin pareshan dikhti thi - kajal wali aankhon ke neeche dark circles, honth tight dabaye, ungliyan dupatta ke kinare se khelti hui. Woh baar baar apne phone ko dekhti thi, phir door, jaise pichhle raat ki tasveer abhi bhi usse pareshan kar rahi thi. 

Maine chai pi. "Maa, tum theek ho? Aaj thodi... off lag rahi ho. Achhi neend nahi aayi?" 

Usne zabardasti muskurahat banayi, lekin woh uski aankhon tak nahi pahunchi. "Main theek hoon, beta. Bas thodi thaki hui hoon. Pankha raat bhar shor kar raha tha." 

Usne samosa ka chhota tukda liya, lekin uska dimag saaf taur par kahin aur tha - shayad tasveer ko dohra rahi thi, soch rahi thi ki dhruv ne apna bada lauda ek shaadi shuda '. aurat ko kyun bheja, kyun usne itni der dekha, kyun uska sharir react kiya. Woh mujhe kabhi nahi bataati. Woh maanti thi ki main kuch nahi jaanta. 

Hum chhoti baaton par baat karte rahe - mausam, mere college classes, papa ka kaam - jab achanak, bina kisi wajah ke, usne apna glass neeche rakha aur kaha, "Mujhe lagta hai... main dhruv se phir milna chahti hoon." 

Maine chai mein lagbhag ghoont liya. "Dhruv? Tour wala ladka? Kyun? Aur akeli?" 

Usne garden ki taraf dekhte hue nazar hata li. "Bas baat karne. Hawa saaf karne. Tour ke baad usne mujhe kai baar message kiye. Kuch important nahi, lekin... mujhe lagta hai ki usse face to face milna chahiye. Akeli. Is tarah behtar hai." 

Maine aage jhukte hue, dil mein plan banate hue tez dhadak raha tha. "Akeli? Maa, yeh... bold hai. Kyun mere ya papa ke saath nahi?" 

Usne jaldi se sar hilaya. "Nahi, beta. Yeh personal hai. Tour se. Main isse badi baat nahi banana chahti." 

Maine apna opening dekha. "Agar tumhe privacy chahiye, toh uske ghar par kyun nahi milte? Woh akela rehta hai, hai na? Bada ghar, shaant. Koi disturb nahi karega. Tour par sab group stuff tha - buses, hotels, bheed. Ab tum theek se baat kar sakti ho, koi interruption nahi. Usne ek baar mujhe bataya tha ki uske paas achha living room hai, AC, sab kuch comfortable. Tumhe cafe ya park mein saath dekhne ki chinta nahi karni padegi. Woh jagah public hain - community ka koi tumhe dekh sakta hai, afwaah shuru kar sakta hai. Uske ghar private, discreet. Jo bhi tumhe kehna hai uske liye perfect." 

Maa ne sochte hue frown kiya. "Uska ghar? Mujhe nahi pata... shayad cafe behtar hoga. Ya market ke paas park. Kahin khula." 

Maine sar hilaya, isliye expand kiya kyunki main chahta tha ki woh wahaan ho, akeli uske saath, jahaan main sab arrange kar sakta tha. "Maa, suno. Cafe crowded hai, shor bhara, serious baat ke liye privacy nahi. Park? Bahut saari aankhein, families, bachche idhar udhar. Tum distract ho jaogi. Woh sirf tum par focus kar sakta hai. Tum jo bhi kehna chahti ho bina kisi ke sune keh sakti ho. Plus, yeh safe hai. Woh gentleman hai, hai na? Tour se. Aur agar cheezein... emotional ho jaayein, tumhare paas space hai. Mujhe lagta hai yeh sabse smart choice hai. Woh kabhi kabhi visitors expect karta hai anyway." 

Woh lambi der tak chup rahi, apne aadhe khaye samosa ko dekhte hue. Andar se woh uske ghar jaana nahi chahti thi - yeh ek shaadi shuda '. aurat ke liye gair-'. aadmi ke private space mein akeli hone ke liye bahut intimate, bahut dangerous mehsoos hota tha. 

Lekin pichhle raat ki tasveer uske dimag mein phir se chamak gayi: woh bada, mota lauda. Usse usse confront karna tha, usse firmly rokna tha, phir se samjhaana tha ki yeh galat hai. 

Curiosity gusse ke saath mix ho gayi. Usne accept kar liya, though tacitly, ek chhote nod ke saath. "Theek hai... uska ghar. Lekin sirf thodi der ke liye. Main aaj dopahar jaungi." 

Maine andar muskuraya. Yeh perfect tha. Main chahta tha ki dhruv meri maa ko chode, modest, faithful maa ko uski randi bana de. Breakfast ke turant baad main door hata aur usse text kiya: "Maa aaj dopahar akeli tumhare ghar aa rahi hai tumhe dick pic ke baare mein confront karne. Woh disturbed hai lekin curious - main bata sakta hoon. Uska intezaar karo. Use hard seduce karo. Main chahta hoon ki main usse tumhare saath dekhoon. Pichhle hafte tumne mujhe bataya tha secret backdoor use karo taaki main chupke se andar aa sakoon aur chhup sakoon. Use apna bana lo." 

Dhruv ne turant reply kiya: "Haan bilkul. Woh curvy '. body jaldi meri ho jaayegi. Main usse kissing aur maangte hue dekhunga pehle jaane se. Backdoor khula hai. Aao apni maa ko meri randi bante hue dekho." 

Maa ne chupke se taiyaari ki. Usne woh tight sexy dress nahi pehni jo maine usse tease kiya tha - woh modest lekin thodi fitted yellow abaya par atki rahi jo abhi bhi uski badi gaand ko hug karti thi aur uske bhari breasts ki outline dikhati thi. 

Dupatta jagah par. Woh elegant, nervous, sundar dikhti thi. Woh lagbhag 2 PM ko nikal gayi, mujhe bataate hue ki jaldi wapas aa jaayegi. Main door se apni scooter par follow kiya. 

Public transport hamesha ki tarah congested tha - garam, crowded buses aur shared autos. Maa pehle ek packed bus par chadhi, darwaze ke paas khadi hui, overhead rail pakad kar. Uski badi gaand har bump aur brake ke saath hilti thi, abaya ka kapda un plump cheeks par stretch hota hua. 





Bus mein aadmi uske curves ki taraf dekhte the, lekin woh aankhein neeche rakhti thi, dupatta adjust karti hui, invisible rehne ki koshish karti hui. Main scooter par follow karta hua, traffic mein weaving karta hua, mera lauda pehle se aadha hard ho chuka tha soch kar ki kya hone wala hai. 

Usne last stretch ke liye auto-rickshaw badla - teen log squeezed, uski thick thighs ek saath dabayi hui, woh massive gaand seat bhar leti hui, sharir vehicle ki motion ke saath rocking karta hua. 

Woh determined lekin conflicted dikhti thi, shayad apne dimag mein scolding rehearse karti hui: "Tumne woh tasveer kyun bheji? Main shaadi shuda hoon, '., faithful. Delete kar do. Kabhi nahi." 

Woh dhruv ke modern bungalow ek shaant lane mein pahunch gayi - safed deewarein, chhota garden, andar AC gungunata hua. Usne darwaza turant khola, charming 58 saal ke smile ke saath, fit body casual shirt aur trousers mein. "Minal! Kya wonderful surprise. Andar aao." 

Maa andar gayi, awaaz firm lekin thodi shaky. "Dhruv, humein baat karni hai. Main zyada der nahi reh sakti." 

Usne cool living room ke plush leather sofa ki taraf ishaara kiya. "Bilkul. Baitho, apne aap ko comfortable banao. Chai? Paani?" 

Usne sar hilaya, room ke beech mein stiff khadi hui, purse side mein pakde hue. "Nahi. Main khadi rahungi. Yeh zyada der nahi lega." Usne isliye baithna mana kiya kyunki baithna hospitality accept karne jaisa feel hota, rehne jaisa, isse social banane jaisa instead of quick confrontation. 

Yeh usse uske level par laata, risk karta ki woh bhi close baith jaaye, comfort something aur lead kare. Khade rehne se control ka illusion milta tha aur yaad dilata tha ki woh sirf daantne aur jaane ke liye yahaan hai. 

Gair-'. aadmi ke ghar mein akeli hona pehle se hi uske imaan aur shaadi ki har line cross kar chuka tha - baithna ise aur kharab banata, zyada intimate, agar cheezein escalate ho toh escape karna mushkil. Uske taangein nerves aur tasveer ki yaad se kamzor mehsoos ho rahi thi, lekin khade rehna use grounded rakhta tha. 

Main pehle se hi secret backdoor se andar slip ho chuka tha jo dhruv ne mujhe hafte pehle casual visit ke dauran dikhaya tha - side gate ke peeche chhupa hua, seedha ek chhote storage room mein jaata hua jo hallway mein khulta tha living room ka perfect view thodi si ajar door se. 

Main curtain ke peeche chhup gaya, dil dhadakta hua, lauda pants mein rock-hard, sab kuch unfold hote hue dekhte hue. Main eager tha - desperate - apni hi maa, modest '. wife aur mother, is older gair-'. aadmi ke saath dekhne ko. Taboo thrill ne mera lauda throb kar diya. 

Maa ne darwaza band hote hi daantna shuru kar diya. "Tum mujhe pichhle raat woh tasveer kaise bhej sakte the, dhruv? Main apne pati ke saath bistar par thi! Yeh vulgar tha, disgusting, bilkul inappropriate. Main ek shaadi shuda '. aurat hoon. Maine yeh tumhe samjhaaya tha - tour par aur mere message mein." 

Maa gusse mein thi. 






"Main apne pati ke prati faithful hoon. Humara ek beta hai. Hamara parivar respectable hai. Aisi cheezein haram hain. Tumne aisa kyun kiya? Mujhe shock dene ke liye? Main poori raat nahi so paayi. Har baar jab main aankhein band karti thi main usse dekh leti thi - woh bada, hard cheez. Mujhe delete karna pada, lekin yeh mere dimag mein rah gaya. Tumhe married aurat jaise mujhe apne... apne penis ki tasveerein bhejne ka koi haq nahi hai!" 

Woh minutes tak chali gayi, awaaz upar phir crack karti hui, exactly woh detail karti hui jo usne message kiya tha: shaadi ka respect karne ki plea, imaan ki yaad dilana, delete aur bhool jaane ki demand. 

Usne phir se samjhaaya ki gair-'. aadmi ke liye '. wife ko aise pursue karna kitna galat tha, yeh uske har belief ko violate karta tha, guilt ne usse poori raat khaaya tha jab papa shaant so raha tha uske bagal. 

Usne tasveer ko isliye nahi dekha tha kyunki woh chahti thi, lekin shock aur sheer size ne usse freeze kar diya tha - uske pati se lambi aur moti, nas wali, powerful dikhti hui. 

Isne ek shameful second ke liye socha tha ki yeh kaisa feel hoga, lekin usne khud ko us soch ke liye bhi nafrat ki. Woh yahaan ise khatam karne ke liye thi, usse ek baar ke liye samjhaane ke liye. 

Dhruv ne suna, phir kareeb step kiya, awaaz low aur seductive. "Minal, mujhe afsos hai ki isne tumhe upset kiya. Lekin main khud ko rok nahi paaya. Tour ke baad se, jab maine tumhe apne bete ke saath hasste hue dekha, jis tarah tumhara sharir un kapdon mein move karta tha - woh full, heavy breasts, woh incredible badi gaand jab tum chalti thi - main captivated ho gaya. Tum itni sundar ho, itni graceful, itni... mujhe gair-'. ke roop mein forbidden. Main har raat tumhare baare mein fantasize karta tha." 

Meri maa shocked thi lekin usne sunna jaari rakha. 

"Har raat main tumhe soch kar masturbate karta tha. Maine tasveer isliye bheji kyunki mujhe ummeed thi ki shayad tum bhi curious ho. Jis tarah tum tour par kabhi kabhi mujhe dekhti thi... maine socha shayad tumhe bhi wahi spark mehsoos hota. Main jaanta hoon tum shaadi shuda ho. Main jaanta hoon tum '. ho. Lekin dil - aur sharir - jo chahta hai woh chahta hai. Tumhara pati lucky aadmi hai, lekin main tumhare baare mein sochna band nahi kar paata. Woh tasveer tumhe dikhane ke liye thi ki tum mujhe kitna hard bana deti ho." 

Woh seductive hona shuru kiya, chhote instances mein kareeb aata hua. Pehle, usse paani ka glass deta hua, uski ungliyan usse brush karti hui, itna kareeb khada hua ki woh uska cologne sungh sakti thi. "Tum thirsty lag rahi ho, minal. Relax." 

Usne peeche step kiya. "Dhruv, peeche hato. Distance rakho." 






Usne gently muskuraya, jaise gentleman, lekin uski aankhein bold thi. "Itni tense kyun? Hum bas baat kar rahe hain." Doosri baar usne deewar par tour ki photo ki taraf ishaara kiya - usme woh muskurati hui - aur seedha uske peeche khada ho gaya, uski peeth ko almost touch karta hua, uski saans uske gale par. "Park mein yeh moment yaad hai? Tum stunning lag rahi thi." 

Usne uske sharir ki garmi mehsoos ki. "Peechhe hato, dhruv. Please. Yeh galat hai. Main shaadi shuda aurat hoon." 

Usne door nahi hataya. Usne usse tease kiya, tasveer ki yaad dilate hue. "Lekin tumne pichhle raat meri tasveer itni der dekhi, hai na? Maine tumhare reply se bata liya. Mera lauda - bada, mota, hard sirf tumhare liye. Nas ubhri hui, sir swollen. Tumhare accustomed se bada, main daav lagata hoon. Inkaar mat karo ki isne tumhe affect kiya. Isliye tum akeli yahaan aayi, mere ghar, jabki tum nahi chahti thi. Tumhare andar ka kuch hissa ise phir se dekhna chahta tha... ya mehsoos karna." 

Maa ka chehra gehra laal ho gaya. "Nahi! Maine turant delete kar diya. Isne mujhe disgust kiya. Aur uske baare mein mat baat karo... woh. Mera pati mujhe satisfy karta hai. Mujhe tumhare... tumhare gair-'. laude ya kuch aur mein interest nahi. Abhi right now peeche hato." 

Lekin uski awaaz wavered. Woh daantti rahi, phir bhi woh kareeb raha, gentlemanly posture mein lekin har tarah tease karta hua - halke touches uske haath par "point banane ke liye", jab bolta tha toh lean in karta hua, aankhein uske breasts aur gaand par girti hui, baar baar tasveer aur usne ise kaise dekha tha yaad dilata hua. 

Usne usse multiple baar peeche hatne ko kaha, lekin usne sirf muskuraya, persistent, seductive, charm aur us forbidden tasveer ki yaad se uski defenses todta hua. 

Phir woh lambi incident aayi. Aur back-and-forth ke baad, dhruv ne gently uska haath dono haathon mein le liya. "Minal, mujhe dekho. Sach mein dekho. Tour par maine ek aurat dekhi jo passion deserve karti hai, sirf duty nahi. Tumhari muskaan, tumhari curves, jis tarah tum apne bete ki care karti thi - tum special ho. Maine woh tasveer isliye bheji kyunki maine socha tum mere baare mein usi tarah soch rahi ho. Boldness maaf karo, lekin main tumhe chahta hoon. Main jaanta hoon yeh crazy hai. Main jaanta hoon tum shaadi shuda ho, '., maa. Lekin yeh attraction... yeh asli hai." 

Maa ka haath uske mein kaanp raha tha. Usne khinchne ki koshish ki. "Nahi, dhruv, chhodo. Yeh galat hai. Main shaadi shuda hoon. Yeh paap hai. Mera beta, mera pati, mera imaan - sab kuch. Please, chhodo." 

Usne firm pakda, usse kareeb khinchte hue jab tak unke sharir almost touch nahi karne lage. "Lekin tum mere ghar akeli aayi. Tum yahaan mujhe daantti rahi lekin tum nahi gayi. Andar se tumne kuch mehsoos kiya jab tumne pichhle raat mera lauda dekha. Admit karo, kam se kam khud se." 

Woh aur tez kaanpti, apna haath free karne ki koshish karti hui, awaaz crack karti hui. "Nahi... maine nahi... yeh shock tha... mujhe jaane do..." 

Usne nahi chhoda. Usne dheere se lean kiya, doosra haath uski kamar par slide karta hua. "Sirf ek kiss. Dekhne ke liye ki main galat hoon." 

Usne sar ghumaya. "Mat... yeh nahi ho sakta..." 

Lekin usne persist kiya. Uske honth uske mile. Usne pehle resist kiya - muh band, sharir rigid, haath uske seene par weakly push karte hue. "Mmmph... nahi... dhruv..." Usne uske lower lip ko gently nibble kiya, phir zyada insistently. 

Usne gasp kiya, aur uski tongue andar slip ho gayi, uske garam muh ko explore karti hui. Uske resistance dheere dheere pighal gayi. Woh kiss back karne lagi, tongue usse milti hui, ek soft moan khud se nikalti hui. Kiss gehra ho gaya - passionate, hungry. 






Uske haath neeche uski badi gaand par slide hue, full, heavy cheeks ko firmly salwar fabric ke through pakadte hue. Ungliyan naram, jiggly flesh mein dub gayi, squeeze karti hui, knead karti hui, uski hips ko hard uske against khinchti hui taaki woh uska thick erection apne pet mein mehsoos kar sake. 

Usne kiss mein gasp kiya. "Ahh... dhruv... nahi... hum nahi kar sakte..." Lekin uska sharir usse dhokha de raha tha - hips twitching, gaand ke cheeks uske grip mein rippling karti hui jab woh aur zor se squeeze karta tha, thodi si lift aur spread karti hui. Usne plump gaand ko dough ki tarah knead kiya, thumbs cleft mein press karte hue, usse phir se moan karwata hua. 

"Tumhari gaand perfect hai, minal - itni badi, itni naram, mere haathon ke liye bani. Mehsoos karo ki tum mujhe kitna hard bana deti ho." 

Woh ab zyada kiss back karti thi, accept karti hui, haath uske shoulders par jaate hue, usse kareeb khinchti hui jabki uska dimag guilt chillata tha. "Yeh galat hai... mera pati... haram... lekin... ahh..." 

Kiss lambi minutes tak chala - tongues dancing, lips sucking, uske haath uski gaand se kabhi nahi hatte, squeeze karte hue, ek baar lightly spanking karte hue, usse jump aur louder moan karwata hua. 

Mere hiding spot se maine sab kuch dekha, mera apna lauda painfully hard, throbbing, underwear mein precum leak karta hua. Main chahta tha ki woh use sofa par hi chode, ki woh bada gair-'. lauda meri maa ki married '. chut ko stretch kare, usse maangte hue sune. 

Cuckold thrill intense tha - main poore time rock hard tha, mushkil se saans leta hua, blink karne se darta hua. 

Ant mein usne gasp ke saath kiss toda, usse door push karti hui. "Kaafi! Yeh nahi ho sakta. Main... mujhe jaana hai." 

Woh face to face khade the, chup, heavily saans lete hue. Pal romantic aur electric tha - aankhein locked, unspoken words hawa mein thick latak rahe the. Uske aankhein shock, chhupi hui lust, crushing guilt se wide thi; uski dark triumph aur hunger se. 

Kamra unke ragged breaths ke siwaye shaant tha. Usne socha: Maine kya kiya? Uske honth itne achhe lage, uske haath meri gaand par... lekin main shaadi shuda hoon, '.... yeh betrayal hai. Lekin dhruv ne socha: Woh meri hai. Usne kiss back kiya. Jaldi hi woh meri randi ho jaayegi. Khamoshi forbidden desire se bhari hui, battis saal ki '. wife aur mother ke atthavan saal ke gair-'. aadmi ke ghar mein claim kiye jaane ka taboo. 

Bina kisi aur shabd ke, maa ne side table se apna purse pakda, ghumi, aur darwaze ki taraf chali. Usne khola aur dopahar ki garmi mein bahar kadam rakha. 






Main backdoor se slip hua, ghar ke side se dauda, aur front par pahuncha jab woh bahar nikal rahi thi, honth abhi bhi swollen aur smudged, dupatta thoda askew, cheeks flushed. Jab usne mujhe path par khada dekha toh woh dead stop ho gayi. 

"Tum?! Tum yahaan kya kar rahe ho? Kya tum poore raaste mujhe follow kar rahe the?" 

Maine apna best innocent face banaya. "Maa! Kya coincidence. Main ek dost se milne ja raha tha jo do lanes door rehta hai - college ka woh ladka yaad hai? Maine tumhe is ghar ki taraf jaate hue dekha aur bahar wait kiya kyunki main pareshan ho gaya. Tumne kaha tha ki jaldi aaogi. Itni der kyun lagi? Aur... tumhare honth... sab smudged hain. Lipstick har jagah. Andar kya hua?" 

Usne instinctively honth chhue, aankhein shock se wide. "Smudged? Yeh... garmi. Shayad maine muh poch liya. Kuch nahi hua. Hum bas baat kar rahe the. Ab ghar chalo right now." 

Maine kareeb step kiya, gently tease karta hua. "Itni der baat ki? Tumhare honth freshly kissed lag rahe hain, maa - swollen, shiny. Kya dhruv ne tumhe kiss kiya? Isliye tum itni zor se saans le rahi ho aur tumhare cheeks laal hain?" 

Woh horrified dikhi, haath phir se muh par udta hua. "Kya? Nahi! Tum aisa soch bhi kaise sakte ho? Tum mera beta ho - itne gande, vulgar thoughts mat rakho! Woh tour se bas ek dost hai. Main usse stupid messages rokne ke liye gayi thi, bas. Kuch aur nahi. Ab yeh bakwas band karo aur ghar chalo." 

Maine nahi chhoda. "Lekin maa, tumhara dupatta messed up hai, tumhara abaya peeche thoda wrinkled hai jaise kisi ne tumhe pakda ho. Aur tum... guilty lag rahi ho. Chalo, sach batao. Usne tumhe touch kiya? Kiss kiya? Maine dekha tha ki tour par woh tumhe kaise dekhta tha." 

Usne desperately digress kiya, awaaz upar neeche hoti hui jab woh sab chhupane ki koshish karti thi. "Yeh baat band karo, mausam ke baare mein baat karte hain. Aaj mausam itna garam hai, hai na? Raste mein cold lassi ke liye rukna chahiye. Subah achhe se khaya? Papa wait kar rahe honge, woh pareshan ho jaate hain jab hum late hote hain." 

Maine dabav daalta raha, andar softly has raha tha jabki mera lauda sab kuch dekhne se semi-hard tha. "Maa, tum har baar jab main kiss ke baare mein poochta hoon toh subject change kar deti ho. Tumhare honth clearly kissing se smudged hain. Admit karo - usne tumhe kiss kiya, hai na? Shayad aur kuch? Tum wahaan lambi der thi. Tumhari badi gaand thodi... handled lag rahi hai." 

Woh aur gehra flush hui, confused, hard try karti hui ki kuch slip na ho. "Koi kiss nahi tha! Tum sab kuch imagine kar rahe ho apne vulgar dimag ki wajah se. Maine usse daanta, usne maafi maangi, main chali aayi. Bas. Ab hum ghar ja rahe hain aur tum yeh immediately drop karoge. Main tumhari maa hoon - thoda respect dikhao!" 

Hum kai minutes tak aise back and forth karte rahe - main smudged honth, flushed chehra, andar bitaye time ke baare mein tease karta hua; woh weather, khana, papa, mere studies ki taraf deflect karti hui, apne "bad habit" ko daantti hui jabki uski awaaz kaanpti thi aur woh meri aankhon se nazar hataati thi. 

Woh clearly kiss, ass-grabbing, jis tarah usne moan kiya aur kiss back kiya tha, chhupa rahi thi. Confusion aur guilt uske sundar chehre par saaf likha tha. 

Jaise hi hum jaane ke liye ghume, dhruv ki awaaz open front door se peeche se bulayi. "Minal, ek minute wait karo. Aur tum bhi, young man - andar aao agar tum mujhse theek se baat karna chahte ho." 

Woh wahaan khada tha muskurata hua, confident, bilkul woh aadmi jo abhi apne haath meri maa ki gaand par rakha tha. Maa ghum gayi, shocked, chehra rang se nikalta hua. "Dhruv... main abhi apne bete ke saath ja rahi thi." 

Usne jaldi se uske paas jaakar, itna kareeb khadi hui, urgently fasa fasa ki main sun na saku: "Dhruv, please - mera beta yahaan hai. Andar jo hua uske baare mein kuch mat batao. Woh kuch nahi jaanta. Yeh hamara secret rehna chahiye. Agar tum ek shabd bhi kaho, main kasam khaati hoon ki main tumse kabhi nahi baat karungi. Yeh galti thi - main sirf tumse confront karne aayi thi. Bas." 

Dhruv ne reassuringly, awaaz calm, fasa fasa kaha. "Relax, minal, meri love. Tumhara secret safe hai. Main kuch nahi bataunga. Lekin hum dono jaante hain ki yeh galti nahi thi - tumne bhi mehsoos kiya." Usne uske shoulder par gently touch kiya, comfortingly. "Aao, dono. Welcome, chai lete hain." 

Maa ne dheere se uska haath apne se hataya, peeche step karti hui. "Mat... mujhe aise touch mat karo." Phir usne mujh par forced, bright smile ke saath ghumi. "Beta, theek hai. Agar tum chahte ho toh andar aa kar usse mil sakte ho. Lekin main ghar wait karungi, late mat hona ok?" Maine kaha ok maa. 

Usne jaate hue kaha ki usse papa ke paas ghar jaana hai. Dhruv aur main door par khade usse jaate hue dekhte rahe. 

Uski badi, gol gaand har kadam ke saath heavily hilti thi, peach fabric un plump cheeks par stretch aur ripple karta hua, hypnotic aur perfect. Dhruv ne saans ke neeche mutter kiya, "Damn... dekho us gaand ko. Itni juicy, itni fuckable. Woh perfect hai." 






Maine nod kiya, aankhein usi sight par glued. "Haan. Aur tumne kuch minute pehle apne haath us par rakhe the." 

Jaise hi woh nazar se door ho gayi, main dhruv ki taraf ghuma. "Maine sab kuch dekha. Main backdoor se andar chhupa tha jo tumne mujhe bataya tha. Haath pakadna, lambi baat, tum uski badi gaand ko pakadte hue jab usse kiss kiya. Mera lauda poore time itna hard tha - main almost pants mein cum kar chuka tha apni hi maa ko tumhare dwara seduce hote hue dekhte hue." 

Dhruv ne wide muskurate hue, mere shoulder par haath maara. "Maine socha tha ki tum dekh rahe ho - isliye maine backdoor mention kiya. Tumhari maa incredible hai, itni responsive. Usne kiss back kiya, moan kiya jab maine us fat gaand ko squeeze kiya. Jaldi hi woh meri randi ho jaayegi. Main mehsoos kar sakta hoon. Agli baar woh is gair-'. laude ke liye maangti hui wapas aa jaayegi, aur tum mujhe usse properly chodte hue dekhoge - gehra, hard, jab tak woh apne pati ka naam bhool na jaaye." 

Maine grin kiya, promise par lauda phir se twitch karta hua. Game abhi shuru hua tha. 

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Main Dhruv ke thande drawing room mein uske saamne baitha tha, AC dheere se baj raha tha bahar ki dopahar ki garmi ke khilaaf. Leather sofa mere neeche creak kiya jab main aage jhuka, abhi bhi us cheez se uttejit tha jo maine pehle chhupi peechhe ki darwaze se dekha tha. 


Mera lund ab thoda dhila ho gaya tha, lekin uske haathon ka Maa ki badi gaand par aur unka lamba chumban ki yaad use hilati rahi thi. Dhruv ne do glass thanda paani bhara aur mujhe ek diya. 

“Toh,” usne shuru kiya, peeche let kar jaan boojh kar muskurate hue, “teri Maa Minal kuchh alag hi hai, hai na?” 

Main ne sar hilaya, thanda dikhane ki koshish karte hue bhale hi mera dil tez dhadak raha tha. “Haan, woh… vishesh hai. Tumne aisa kyun kaha?” 

Dhruv hansaa aur ek ghunt piya. “Pehli baat, usne mujhe wapas chumba. Pehle usne sahi banne ki koshish ki, mere seene ko dhakelti hui, bolti hui ki yeh galat hai kyunki woh shaadi shuda hai aur Musalmaan. Lekin uska shareer jhooth nahi bol raha tha. Uska honth mere jeebh ke liye khule, aur woh mere muh mein moan karti rahi jaise bahut din se bhukhi thi. Phir jab maine uski us badi gaand ko pakda—woh moti gaal mere haathon mein itne naram aur bhari mehsoos hue—woh mujh se aur chipak gayi door hone ki bajaye. Uski kamar ne chhoti si hilawat ki, jaise aur chahti thi. Yeh us aurat ki pratikriya nahi hai jo yeh nahi chahti.” 

Main sunta raha, seat par hilte hue kyunki uske vistaaron se mera lund phir sakht hone laga. “Tum sach mein sochte ho ki woh tumhe itna chahti hai?” 

Woh aage jhuka, awaaz neeche karke. “Main sirf nahi sochta—main jaanta hoon. Yaad hai kal raat maine jo lund ki photo bheji thi usse kitni der dekhti rahi? Usne mujhe kaha ki turant delete kar di, lekin main shart laga sakta hoon ki usne minuteon tak dekhi, zoom karke, soch kar. Ek imandaar shaadi shuda aurat aisa tabhi karti hai jab andar kuchh hilne laga ho. Aur aaj? Woh akeli mere ghar aayi, mujhe daantne khadi thi, lekin ek baar bhi wapas jaane ko nahi mudhi. Usne mujhe paas aane diya, haath pakadne diya, us photo ki yaad dilane diya. Uski aankhein bhookhi thi bhale hi muh bol raha tha ‘peeche hato.’ Yeh ichchha hai jo dharm aur shaadi se lad rahi hai. Woh mujhe chahti hai, beta. Uska shareer pehle hi chun chuka hai.” 

Main ne lambi ghunt paani pi, samajhte hue. “Lekin ab usse message kyun nahi kar rahe? Tumne kaha woh khud wapas aayegi. Main soch raha hoon tum itna pakke kyun ho.” 

Dhruv ne glass neeche rakha aur dheere samjhaaya, aankhein vishwas se chamak rahi thi. “Kyunki agar main uske peeche bhaga toh woh yeh sab mera dosh bana kar bahana bana sakti hai—‘bura non-'. aadmi achhi Musalmaan biwi ko baha raha hai.’ Woh apne mann mein shikaar ban kar reh sakti hai. Lekin agar main chup raha toh woh chumban uske dimag mein khud ba khud repeat hone lagega. Woh har aankh band karte hi un moti jaanghon ke beech dard mehsoos karegi. Woh yaad karegi mere haathon ka uski badi gaand par mehsoos, meri jeebh ka swaad, aur woh uski ichchha badhegi. Minal jaisi aurat—sharmili, '., shaadi shuda—ko yeh bhukh itni badhani padti hai ki woh inkaar na kar sake. Tab woh mujhe dhoondhne aayegi. Tab asli samarpan hota hai. Woh kisi aur ko dosh nahi de paayegi sirf khud ko. Yeh taakat hai, aur jab woh maangegi tab sex bahut garm hota hai.” 

Main ne sar hilaya, prabhavit aur uttejit hokar. “Samajh mein aaya. Woh pehle se tumhare baare mein soch rahi hai, main jaan sakta hoon.” 

Woh aur chauda muskuraya. “Bilkul. Aur jab woh phir aayegi—aur aayegi—main yeh sunishchit karunga ki woh jaana hi nahi chahegi. Teri Maa Minal meri niji randi ban jayegi, jaise maine vaada kiya tha.” 

Hum thodi der aur baat karte rahe tour ke baare mein jahaan pehli mulaqaat hui thi, kaise usne uske curves ko dheela kapdon mein bhi notice kiya tha, lekin akhir mein main utha ghar jaane ko. “Mujhe ghar jaana chahiye pehle Maa chinta karne lage.” 

Dhruv mujhe darwaze tak chhodne aaya aur kandhe par thapki di. “Yaad rakh, usse mujh tak aane de. Tu bas dekh aur mazaa le.” 

Main scooter par ghar lautaa nam geele shaam ke traffic mein, Maa ke chumban ke baad laal chehre ki tasveer abhi taaza thi. Jab main ghar pahuncha, drawing room ki lights jal rahi thi. Main ne park kiya, gehri saans li apni uttejna shaant karne ko, aur front door khola. 

Maa wahin hallway mein intezaar kar rahi thi, uski aankhein mere chehre ko turant khoj rahi thi jab main andar aaya. 

“Beta, tu wapas aa gaya! Dhruv se baat kaisi rahi? Tum dono ne itni der kya baat ki?” Usne mere peeche door band ki aur drawing room tak mere saath aayi, uski awaaz thodi zyada chamakdaar, thodi tez. “Kya usne mere baare mein kuchh kaha? Ya tour ke baare mein? Ya kuchh bhi?” 






Main ne side table par chabiyaan rakhi aur sofa par baith gaya, paas wali jagah thapthapaate hue. “Maa, shaant ho jao. Sirf mardon wali baatein thi. Kuchh khas nahi. Aa baith, thaki hui lag rahi ho.” 

Woh baithi lekin edge par hi, ghutne saath, ungliyaan salwar ke hem ko mod rahi thi. “Lekin main jaane ke baad tum wahaan lagbhag do ghante the. Itni der kya baat ho sakti thi? Kya usne hamari… hamari baat ka zikr kiya? Woh akeli waali?” 

Main ne sar hilaya, awaaz shaant aur masoom rakh kar bhale hi mujhe pata tha woh kya keh rahi thi—chumban, gaand pakadna, kaise woh moan kar rahi thi. 

“Nahi Maa. Usne kuchh vishesh nahi kaha. Hum sirf tour, cricket, normal cheezon ke baare mein baat karte rahe. Tum itni pareshan kyun ho? Aisa lag raha hai jaise hum koi chhupa plan bana rahe the.” 

Maa ne neeche honth kaat liya—wohi honth jise Dhruv ne pehle choosa tha—aur godh mein dekha. “Main pareshan nahi hoon. Bas… main yeh sunishchit karna chahti thi ki sab theek hai. Woh bada aadmi hai, samjhe? Aur kabhi kabhi mard aisi baatein kar dete hain jo nahi karni chahiye. Kya usne mere baare mein poocha bhi? Thoda sa bhi?” 

Main ne aage badh kar uska haath dheere se dabaya. “Maa, shaant ho jao. Sab theek hai. Dhruv bilkul gentleman tha. Usne tere baare mein ek bhi buri baat nahi ki. Asal mein woh tujhe bahut izzat karta tha. Ab bata kyun main andar aate hi mujh par savaal kar rahi hai. Papa abhi night shift par hain na? Tumhe araam karna chahiye, pareshan nahi hona.” 

Usne kaanpti saans chhodi aur thoda peeche leti, lekin uski aankhein pareshan thi. “Maaf karna beta. Mujhe bas pata nahi hone se nafrat hai. Jab tum dono akela hote ho, mujhe lagta hai… bahar reh gayi hoon ya kuchh. Kya usne sach mein mera zikr bhi nahi kiya ek baar bhi?” 

Main dheere muskuraya, shabdon ko dhyaan se chunte hue taaki usse ghabrahat na ho. “Usne kaha ki tu achhi maa hai aur tour dono ke saath mazedaar tha. Bas itna. Aur kuchh nahi. Ab chal, kuchh chai pi le aur bhool ja. Tu zyada soch rahi hai.” 

Maa ne sar hilaya, lekin main dekh sakta tha uske dimag mein chakr chal rahe the jab woh chai banane kitchen gayi. Woh kitchen se mujhe baar baar dekhti rahi, jaise aur poochna chahti thi lekin dar rahi thi ki kya sunegi. 

Usi shaam baad mein, chai aur bache biryani ke baad, hum phir sofa par saath baith gaye. Raat garam thi, bagiche mein jhingur bol rahe the. 







Main ne uski neeli nightdress turant pehchaan li; Dhruv ne tour ke dauran uske liye “shukriya” gift ki thi group photos organize karne ke liye. Usne ise pehle kabhi Papa ke saamne nahi pehna tha. 

Main uski taraf muda, swar casual rakh kar. “Maa, yeh nightdress tujh par achha lag raha hai. Yeh woh neeli hai jo Dhruv ne di thi, hai na? Aaj raat kyun pehni hai? Ghar ke liye thodi… dikhaayi dene wali hai.” 

Maa ke gaal turant laal ho gaye. Usne hem ko kheencha, moti jaanghon par neeche karne ki koshish ki. “Bas aaramdayak hai beta. Aaj raat itni garmi aur nami hai, aur yeh suti kapda salwar se behtar saans leta hai. Plus, Papa ghar par nahi hain, toh socha thoda azaad mehsoos kar loon? Kuchh khas nahi.” 

Main ne ek bhau chadhaaya, dheere chhedte hue. “Sach? Pehle kabhi nahi pehna. Aur yeh teri… shape bahut dikha raha hai. Tere stan isme bade lag rahe hain, aur jaise yeh teri kamar ko chipak raha hai… Kya pakka koi aur wajah nahi? Jaise Dhruv ke baare mein soch kar jo ise diya tha?” 

Woh nervous hasi, haath hawa mein hilati hui. “Pagal mat ban! Yeh sirf nightdress hai. Mujhe rang pasand hai, bas. Aur yeh dikhaayi dene wali nahi hai—kaafi sahi hai. Ise ganda mat bana.” 

Main aur paas jhuka, awaaz neeche aur mazakiya. “Maa, kisi aur mard ko pasand karna haraam nahi agar dil ko achha lage. Tu insaan hai. Agar Dhruv tujhe kuchh mehsoos karata hai toh khud se maanna theek hai. Main nahi janchunga.” 

Maa ki aankhein phail gayi aur woh turant bagiche ki taraf muh mod li. “Beta, kya keh rahe ho? Mujhe kisi aur mard se pasand nahi. Main tere papa se shaadi shuda hoon. Main achhi Musalmaan biwi hoon. Yeh vichar jo tu mere dimag mein daal raha hai galat hain. Main sirf isliye pehni kyunki aaramdayak hai aur Papa night shift par hain toh koi nahi dekhega. Sirf yahi wajah hai. Aise chhedna band kar.” 

Main muskuraya aur uske ghutne par thapki di. “Theek hai theek hai, mazak kar raha tha. Lekin tu isme bahut sundar lag rahi hai. Sach. Dhruv ka swaad achha hai.” 

Woh ek pal chup rahi, phir khud se chhoti sharmili muskaan de di. “Shukriya beta. Lekin aisi baatein mat kar. Mujhe… pareshan kar deti hai.” 

Uske baad hum aaram se chup baithe, lekin maine notice kiya kaise woh baar baar nightdress ko apni badi gaand par smooth kar rahi thi aur gale ko adjust kar rahi thi, jaise kapde ke har curve ko ab mehsoos kar rahi ho. 

Us raat maine dekha woh master bedroom se chupke nikal rahi thi, papa der raat laut aaye the, toh usne papa ko kharate lete chhod diya band darwaze ke peeche. 

Maa drawing room mein aayi aur sofa par baith gayi us neeli resham nightdress mein jo Dhruv ne di thi—patla chamakdaar kapda har curve par chipka hua, chhota hem jaanghon par chadh raha tha jab woh baithi. 

Uska chehra pareshan tha, aankhein bedroom ki taraf ghabraati hui mud rahi thi pehle woh peeche leti aur haath ghumne lagi. Usne apne bhari stan ko soft pink kapde ke upar se pakda, dheere dabate hue, anguthon se sakht hote choochiyon par circle banati hui jabki uske honthon se kaanpti saans nikli. 






“Bhagwan… main aisi kyun hoon?” usne khud se phusphusaaya, awaaz sharm se bhari. “Us Dhruv ke chumban ke baad yeh asahya garmi aur vasna kyun mehsoos ho rahi hai? Main uske ghar sirf usse door rehne ko chetavni dene gayi thi, lekin khud usse chumban karne diya… aur ab main rok nahi paa rahi sochne se.” 

“Main kitni gandi randi hoon. Ek pavitra Musalmaan aurat jo din mein paanch baar ,,., padhti hai, jo khud ko dhakati hai, jo bees saal se wafadaar biwi rahi—phir bhi yahaan main raat ke beech mein khud ko chhoo rahi hoon jab mera pati agle kamre mein so raha hai.” 

“Mujhe andar se itna ganda lag raha hai, itni sharm aa rahi hai. Maine pichhle poore hafte yeh vichar door karne ki koshish ki, achhi banne ki, lekin har baar aankh band karte hi woh chumban yaad aa jaata hai aur mera shareer dhokha de deta hai. Maine papa ko goodnight chumban dena bhi band kar diya kyunki kisi aur mard ke honth pehle mere se lage the… maine uske saath aisa kaise kar sakti hoon? Main kaunsi biwi hoon?” 

Uska haath neeche gaya jab woh khud se baat karti rahi, silky pink hem ko poora upar karke jab tak ungliyaan uski kachhi ke andar slip ho gayi aur uski geeli chut ko paa li. 

Usne dheere doshi circles apni sooji honthon par ragadne shuru kiye, phir do ungliyaan andar dhakel di geeli awaaz ke saath, uski kamar sofa se thodi upar uthi. 

“Main ab khud par kaboo nahi rakh sakti,” usne saans li, awaaz khud se nafrat se toot rahi thi. “Main asantusht hoon… gandi ghinoni randi jo sirf kisi aur mard ke baare mein soch kar geeli ho jaati hai. Kam se kam maine vyabhichar nahi kiya… sirf chumban tha, chhota sa paap, aur kuchh nahi. Main abhi bhi achhi Musalmaan biwi aur maa ban sakti hoon agar bas tauba kar loon.” 

Lekin phir uski awaaz aur neeche giri, nayi sharm se kaanpti hui. “Nahi… main phir khud se jhooth bol rahi hoon. Asal mein mujhe Dhruv ka chumban bahut pasand aaya, uski jeebh ka swaad mere muh mein kitna achha tha. Bhagwan, main itna mazaa lene wali gandi randi hoon!” 

Usne ungliyaan aur gehra dhakeli, saans mein khud ko gaali dete hue. “Har ,,., ke baad maine extra dua maangi bhagwan se ki yeh aag bujha de, lekin yeh aur tez jal rahi hai. Mujhe khud se maa ke roop mein, biwi ke roop mein, Musalmaan aurat ke roop mein itni sharm aa rahi hai jisme izzat honi chahiye.” 

“Mera beta… agar usse pata chal jaaye ki uski apni maa yahaan baith kar apni chut mein ungli kar rahi hai aur chumban par moan kar rahi hai jo use kabhi nahi lena chahiye tha? Main har din khud ko kamzor hone ke liye gaali deti hoon. Main Dhruv ko bhi gaali deti hoon is bhukh jagane ke liye, lekin zyadatar khud ko kyunki main rok nahi paa rahi.” 

“Main aisa mehsoos kyun kar rahi hoon? Mera shareer aur maang kyun kar raha hai jabki mera dimag chillaa raha hai ki galat hai? Main achhi aurat hoon… ya kam se kam thi. Ab main sirf gandi slut hoon jo chhup kar khud ko chhooti hai aur pati ki aankhon mein dekh bhi nahi sakti.” 

“Bhagwan mujhe maaf kar… mujhe maafi nahi milni chahiye. Main is vasna mein kho gayi hoon aur mujhe nahi pata wapas kaise aaoon.” Uski ungliyaan tez hone lagi, aur gehra dhakelti hui, neeli nightdress kamar par sika hua, stan upar neeche tez hote hue jab woh sharmnak sukh mein kho gayi, har tooti saans ke beech tooti gaaliyaan khud ko deti hui. 

Baad mein usne snaan kiya, aur ,,., padhne gayi, usne neela pattern wala abaya pehna aur ,,., shuru ki. 







Teen din baad sab badalne laga. Maa ghar mein chup rehne lagi. Main ne usse phone check karte pakda—rasoi mein sabzi kaat te hue, drawing room mein kapde fold karte hue, ek baar bathroom mein jab darwaza thoda khula tha. 

Woh screen par dekhti, saans chhodti, phir phone pocket mein daal deti nirasha bhari nazar se. Dhruv ne ek baar bhi message ya call nahi kiya, bilkul jaise vaada kiya tha. Woh intezaar kar rahi thi, umeed kar rahi thi, aur yeh sannata usse kha raha tha. 

Papa ne bhi shaam ki chai ke waqt notice kiya jab night shift jaane se pehle. “Minal, poore hafte se tu soch mein khoi hui hai. Ghar mein sab theek toh hai? Tu kuchh dekhe bina dekhe ja rahi hai.” 

Maa ne zabardasti hasi aur taal diya. “Kuchh nahi ji. Bas garmi se thak gayi hoon. Mere baare mein chinta mat karo.” 

Lekin mujhe zyada pata tha. Woh har ghante mein us chumban ko repeat kar rahi thi—uski jeebh uske muh mein, uske mazboot haath uski badi gaand ko dabate hue, kaise uska apna shareer dhokha de kar aur paas chipka tha. 

'. dosh tha, lekin kacchi bhukh bhi thi. Woh chahti thi Dhruv pehle message kare taaki woh bahana bana sake ki woh khud peeche nahi pad rahi. Lekin usne nahi kiya. Aur har din ke saath uski zarurat badhti gayi. 

Us dopahar ke ek poore hafte baad, jab papa kaam par chale gaye, Maa ne mujhe drawing room mein gher liya. Woh sofa par mere paas baithi, itna paas ki mujhe uska chameli ka itar mehsoos ho raha tha. 

“Beta,” usne dheere shuru kiya, “kya tu abhi bhi kabhi kabhi Dhruv ke ghar jaata hai? Jaise pichhle hafte gaya tha?” 

Main ne sar hilaya. “Haan, kal thodi der gaya tha. Kyun?” 

Woh ruk gayi, dupatta modte hue. “Kya woh… kya woh kabhi mere baare mein poochhta hai? Jaise mera naam leta hai ya poochhta hai main kaisi hoon?” 

Main ne usse dhyaan se dekha, uski aankhon mein umeed aur ghabrahat ka mishran dekhte hue. “Nahi Maa. Usne tere baare mein bilkul nahi poocha.” 

Uska chehra itni tez gir gaya ki dekhna dard bhara tha. Usne jaldi jaldi palak jhapkaayi, saaf shock mein. “Woh… usne nahi? Ek baar bhi nahi? Lekin sab kuchh hone ke baad… maine socha tha woh kam se kam sochta hoga main kaisi hoon. Ya tour ka zikr karega. Ya kuchh.” 

Main dekh sakta tha uske andar chot aur pareshani ka toofan. Usne umeed ki thi Dhruv uska zikr karega, yeh dikhayega ki woh uske baare mein soch raha hai jaise woh uske baare mein soch rahi thi. Yeh sannata usse bilkul waise hi tod raha tha jaise usne plan kiya tha. 

Main ne thoda dhakelne ka faisla kiya, jhooth bol kar aag ko bhadaate hue. “Asal mein Maa, jab maine poocha tha toh usne kuchh kaha tha. Usne kaha ki usne tujhe sach mein pasand kiya tha—bola tu sundar aur dayalu hai aur teri company bahut pasand aayi. Lekin phir bola ki woh kisi aur aurat ko dhoondh raha hai. Shayad chhoti umar ki, shaadi shuda nahi. Bola behtar hai waise.” 

Maa ka muh khula aur band hua. Woh sach mein shock mein thi, jaise kisi ne thappad maara ho. Uske gaal gehre laal hue, aur ek pal ko laga woh ro degi. 

Lekin usne gehri saans li aur chhoti muskaan banayi jo aankhon tak nahi pahunchi. “Oh… yeh… uske liye achha hai shayad. Usse kisi sahi insaan ko milna chahiye. Main waise bhi shaadi shuda hoon, toh yeh behtar hai. Haan, behtar.” 







Usne shabdon ko kaha, lekin uski awaaz aakhri par toot gayi, aur woh jaldi se haathon mein dekha. Main dekh sakta tha usse uske kisi aur ke saath hone ka vichar nafrat tha. Eershya uske chehre par saaf likhi thi, bhale hi chhupane ki koshish ki. 

Main ek pal ruka, phir dheere bola. “Maa, agar tu chahti hai ki woh tujhe message kare toh main bata sakta hoon. Usse baat karne ki kami mehsoos karna theek hai.” 

Woh bahut der chup rahi, honth kaat ti hui jaise koi badi ladai lad rahi ho. Aakhir mein phusphusaayi, “Kya tu… usse keh sakta hai mujhe message kare? Sirf ek baar? Main usse pareshan nahi karna chahti agar woh doosri auraton ke saath busy hai, lekin… shayad sirf mera hello bol de?” 

Main dekh sakta tha uske liye poochna kitna mushkil tha—shaadi shuda Musalmaan aurat ke roop mein uska garv uske andar badhti zarurat se lad raha tha. Main ne aage badh kar uska haath pakda. 

“Maa, aise sangharsh karne ki zarurat nahi. Main usse bata dunga ki tu usse message chahti hai. Lekin sach bataun toh, kal khud uske ghar kyun nahi chali jaati? Intezaar aur sochne se behtar hai. Pehle ki tarah saamne baat kar sakti hai.” 

Maa ki aankhein sujhaav par phail gayi, lekin lambi rukawat ke baad usne sharm se sar hilaya, gaal jalte hue. “Shayad… main jaungi. Hawa saaf karne ke liye. Shukriya beta. Tu bahut samajhdaar hai.” 

Agli subah maine apne bedroom ki khidki se dekha Maa taiyaar ho rahi thi. Usne soft pink abaya pehna tha jo uski badi gaand ko chipak raha tha aur cleavage thoda sa dikha raha tha bina saaf hone ke. 

Usne phone ek baar aur check kiya, saans chhodi, phir ghar se paidal bus stop ki taraf chali. Main ne scooter uthaya aur safe door se busy sadkon se follow kiya. 

Jab woh Dhruv ke banglow pahunchi, woh gate par lagbhag ek minute khadi rahi, dupatta smooth karti hui aur gehri saans lete hue. Phir woh aage badhi aur lakdi ke darwaze par zor se knock kiya. 

Dhruv ne darwaza khola, aur uske chehre par shock ek pal ke liye asli tha pehle woh poori khushi mein pighal gaya. “Minal? Tu yahaan kya kar rahi hai?” 

Jawab dene se pehle, woh aage badha aur usse tight galey lagaya, uske mazboot baahon ne uski kamar ke charo taraf lapet liya, uske bhare stan uske seene se dab gaye. 

Maine dekha uska shareer aadhe second ke liye sakht hua, phir usme pighal gaya, uske haath uski peeth par aa gaye. Usne usse zarurat se zyada der pakda, ek haath neeche slide karke uski badi gaand ki curve par ek pal ke liye adhikaar se rakh kar phir usse andar le gaya. 

Darwaza unke peeche dheere se band ho gaya. 

Main sadak ke us paar scooter par chhupa raha, dil tez dhadak raha tha, patloon mein lund phir sakht. Dhruv bilkul sahi tha—Maa khud uske paas wapas aayi thi, bilkul jaise usne anumaan lagaya tha. 

Peechha khatam ho gaya tha, aur ab asli khel shuru ho raha tha. Main soch raha tha abhi band darwaze ke peeche woh uske saath kya kar raha hoga. Kya woh usse phir se chumban kar raha tha, un naram honthon ka swaad le raha tha? 

Kya woh uski salwar upar kar ke uski nangi gaand pakad raha tha? Kya woh use seedhe bedroom le ja raha tha taaki shaadi shuda Musalmaan aurat ko jo door nahi reh saki uska daava kar sake? 

Jo bhi tha, ek baat pakki thi: yeh Maa ke badlav ki sirf shuruaat thi. Aur main har kadam dekhne wala tha 

 

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Teen hafte beet chuke the us pehle chumban ke baad aur har din ke saath dosh aur bhari hota ja raha tha. 


Usse lag raha tha jaise woh paap kar rahi hai sirf yahaan hone se akeli pati ke bina ek gair _ aadmi ke ghar mein kadam rakh kar jisne usse uske khade lund ki tasveer bheji thi jab woh bistar par sote pati ke paas leti hui thi woh tasveer uske sapnon mein bhoot ki tarah satati rahi thi. 

Maa ne dheere se darwaza khatkhataya dhruv ne darwaza khola uska chehra sachchi hairani aur khushi se chamak utha. 

Minal aaj tumhe yahaan ki ummeed nahi thi andar aao. 

Woh andar kadam rakhi apni chhoti bag ko zor se pakde hue main bas ilaake mein thi socha pehle waale baad achhe se hello kar loon. 

Woh log chamde ke sofa par chale gaye shuru mein baat normal rahi lagbhag surakshit. 

Tum kaise ho minal mausam bahut kharab raha hai abhi dhruv ne kaha usse izzat bhari doori par baith kar. 






Maa ne sir hilaya apni god mein gulaabi kapde ko smooth karte hue kapda uski chaudi kamar aur badi gaand ke poore gol shape ko kas kar pakad raha tha. 

Garami hai haan mere pati ki raat ki shifts se ghar raat mein aur bhi garam mehsoos hota hai usne jawab diya tumhara kaam kaisa chal raha hai. 

Jaise hamesha vyast lekin main kabhi kabhi us tour ke baare mein sochta hoon woh group photos achhe aaye the na. 

Usne phir sir hilaya kapde ke kinare se khelti hui haan aaye the tumne mere bete ke saath kuchh achhe liye the. 

Baatchit kuchh minute tak idhar udhar rahi traffic ke baare mein chhoti baatein paas mein naye mall ke khulne ki kuchh mahatvapurn nahi phir dhruv peeche jhuka aur muskuraya. 

Tumhari aaj ki khushboo alag hai meethi kya hai yeh. 

Maa ne apni gardan ko sharm se chhua bas mera mamooli chameli ka tel kuchh khaas nahi. 

Yeh tum par suit karta hai meri sundar minal tumhe phoolon ki tarah khushboo deta hai aur yeh gulaabi kapda bahut sundar jab tum chalti ho toh kaise beh raha hai yeh tumhare shareer ke shape par bilkul fit hai. 

Woh laal ho gayi aur neeche dekha dhanyavaad main ne garami ki wajah se kuchh halka utha liya tha usne usse kaha ki khadi ho aur ghum jaaye aur maa ne haan kar di. 








Dhruv ki nazar us par ek pal se zyada der tak atki rahi tum bahut sundar lag rahi ho minal sach mein. 

Usse pata nahi tha kya kahe asli wajah jo usse yahaan aane ki thi uske seene mein bhari hui thi teen hafte se us chumban ke baare mein sochna band nahi kar paayi thi jis tareeke se uski jeebh ne uske muh ko khoja tha jis tareeke se uske haathon ne uski badi gaand ko dabaya tha jaise woh uski ho. 

Usne har raat usse dohraaya tha jab uska pati uske paas sota tha phir bhi woh yeh maanna nahi chahti thi na usse na khud se poori tarah. 

Main bas hamari dosti ko nibhaane aayi thi usne jaldi se kaha shabd bahar nikal rahe the tour ke baad hum achhe dost ban gaye the aur us din ke baad socha tha ki hawa ko achhe se saaf kar lena behtar hai kuchh aur nahi. 

Dhruv ne sir tedha kiya usse dekhte hue kya sach mein yeh wajah hai ki tum itni door akeli yahaan aayi ho minal ek aadmi ke ghar mein pehle waale din jo hua tha uske baad. 

Woh sofa par hil gayi jaanghen ek dusre se dab gayin uski hatheliyan geeli mehsoos ho rahi thin haan sirf dosti main shaadi shuda aurat hoon mujhe savdhani rakhni chahiye. 

Usne dheere se muskuraya lekin usme kuchh jaan ne wala tha savdhani samajh gaya lekin yeh kehne ke liye yahaan aane ki zarurat nahi thi ek phone call kaafi hota na tumhe kya lagta hai. 

Maa ne muh khola phir band kar diya ab woh bahut zyada khel rahi thi ungliyaan kapde ke kinare ko mod rahi thin ek pair halke se farsh par thapki de raha tha. 

Paseena uske maathe par bund banne laga tha thandi hawa ke bawajood usne jaldi se peeche ki hatheli se ponchha. 

Dhruv ne dekha tum garam lag rahi ho meri pyari minal main tumhe kuchh ras laata hoon aam wala na tour mein tumhe pasand tha mujhe yaad hai. 

Woh utha aur rasoi ki taraf chala jab woh gaya tha main apne chhupe hue jagah se maa ko dekh raha tha mera lund ab poori tarah sakht patloon ke andar tha. 

Main uske chehre par takraav dekh sakta tha dosh ghabrahat aur kuchh aur jo woh chhupane ki koshish kar rahi thi ichchha woh baar baar darwaze ki taraf dekhti thi jaise bhagne wali ho lekin woh baithi rahi. 

Jab dhruv do glass thande aam ras ke saath wapas aaya toh is baar woh aur paas baitha sirf kuchh inch ki doori thi usne usse glass diya aur unki ungliyaan chhoo gayin. 

Dhanyavaad usne dheere se kaha lambi ghoont li thanda ras thoda sahara de raha tha lekin uska dil abhi bhi tez dhadak raha tha. 

Dhruv thoda uski taraf muda minal in teen hafte mein main tumhare baare mein bahut sochta raha hoon woh chumban mere liye kuchh matlab rakhta tha. 

Woh ras par lagbhag gagaa dhruv please maine tumse kaha tha ki main dosti ke liye aayi hoon iske baare mein baat nahi karni chahiye. 

Lekin humne chumban kiya tha tumne mujhe wapas chumba tha tumhare shareer ne jhooth nahi bola. 

Uski awaaz naram rahi lekin shabd chhote paththar ki tarah gir rahe the. 

Aaj sach mein kyun aayi thi teen hafte ki chuppi ke baad tum mere darwaze par is sundar kapde mein aayi ho tum ghar par pati ke saath reh sakti thin lekin nahi rahi. 

Maa ne kampte haath se glass rakha ab uske ooper lip par paseena chamak raha tha. 

Usne phir ponchha main nahi jaanti main bas mehsoos kiya ki aana chahiye bas yahi please isse kuchh aur mat banao. 

Woh aur paas khiska uski ghutna uski ghutne se halke se chhoo gayi tum paseena chhod rahi ho minal kya ghabra rahi ho kyunki tum jaanti ho yeh sirf dosti nahi hai. 

Usne hasne ki koshish ki lekin woh kaanp rahi thi ghabrahat nahi bahar garami hai ras achha hai dhanyavaad. 

Main unhe khidki se dekhta raha meri maa ko pata nahi tha ki main wahaan hoon lekin dhruv ko pata tha. 








Dhruv ka haath sofa ke peeche uske peeche rakh tha abhi chhoo nahi raha tha lekin paas tha. 

Tum jaanti ho jab ek shaadi shuda _ aurat akeli kisi aur aadmi ke ghar aati hai khas kar jab woh pehle usse chumban kar chuka ho aur chhoo chuka ho toh yeh sandesh bhejti hai bhale hi woh muh se na maane. 

Maa ki saans tez ho gayi thi usse mehsoos ho raha tha ki uske gaalon mein aur jaanghon ke beech garami badh rahi thi. 

Dhruv ruk jao main woh kism ki aurat nahi hoon main apne pati se pyar karti hoon mera beta hai pehle jo hua woh galti thi badi galti. 

Usne dheere se sir hilaya lekin uski aankhen uski aankhon se nahi hati woh galti jiske baare mein tum har din sochti rahi ho main shart lagata hoon jaise main sochta raha hoon. 

Woh nazar ghuma li deewaar par tour ki photo ko dekhti hui jisme woh muskurati hui uske paas group mein thi. 

Uski ungliyaan lagatar god mein gulaabi kapde se khelti rahi thin. 

Paseena uski gardan se neeche tapak raha tha aur uske stanon ke beech gayab ho raha tha usne phir maatha ponchha. 

Dhruv ka haath sofa ke peeche se hata aur halke se uske kandhe par rakh gaya shant ho jao minal main tumhe nuksaan nahi pahunchaunga main bas samajhna chahta hoon ki tum sach mein yahaan kyun ho. 

Woh peeche nahi hati uska shareer ek saath jam sa gaya aur jal bhi raha tha maine tumse pehle hi kaha tha dosti bas yahi. 

Usne muskuraya lekin woh jaanne wali sabr bhari muskurahat thi toh phir tumne woh kapda kyun pehna jo maine ek baar kaha tha mujhe pasand hai tumne woh khushboo kyun lagayi jo mujhe aur paas jhukne par majboor karti hai tumhari ungliyaan kyun kaanp rahi hain. 

Maa ne apni kaanpti ungliyon ki taraf dekha aur jaldi se unhe god mein ek dusre se jakad liya kuchh nahi main bas din lamba tha. 

Dhruv ne chuppi ko kuchh second tak failne diya phir usne phir bola awaaz aur naram tumne mujhse ek baar poocha tha ki kya meri zindagi mein koi aur aurat hai yaad hai. 

Usne dheere se sir hilaya haan main bas utsuk thi kyunki tum yahaan akela ho socha shayad. 

Tumhe kyun farak padta hai minal usne seedhe poocha tumhe kyun parwah hai agar main kisi aur se mil raha hoon. 

Woh palak jhapkaayi hairani mein pakdi gayi main parwah nahi karti asal mein main bas baat cheet kar rahi thi tum mere dost ho. 

Dhruv dheere se hasa dost aam taur par ek dusre ki pyar ki zindagi ke baare mein us nazar se nahi poochhte jab maine naye logon se milne ka zikr kiya tha toh tum lagbhag jalti hui lag rahi thin. 

Main jal nahi rahi thi usne jaldi se kaha bahut jaldi main apna pati rakhti hoon main khush hoon main bas nahi chahti ki tum akela raho bas yahi tum achhe aadmi ho tumhe kisi achhi insaan ki zarurat hai. 

Woh thoda aur paas jhuka kisi achhi insaan ki lekin tum nahi na kyunki tum shaadi shuda ho kyunki yeh haraam hoga kyunki tumhara pati aur beta ghar par intezaar kar rahe hain. 

Maa ki gardan sookhi mehsoos ho rahi thi usne samay kharidne ke liye ras ki aur ghoont li bilkul main kabhi tumhare liye woh insaan nahi ban sakti isliye behtar hai ki tum kisi aur ko dhoond lo kisi azaad insaan ko. 

Dhruv ne uske chehre ko lambe waqt tak dekha lekin tum sach mein nahi chahti ki main kisi aur ko dhoondh loon na ek baar imandaari se batao. 

Usne mazbooti se sir hilaaya lekin uski awaaz kaanp rahi thi bilkul chahti hoon yeh sahi baat hai main uplabdh nahi hoon hamare beech jo hua woh galat tha us din se har raat main maafi ke liye dua maangti hoon. 

Usne haath badhaya aur uske gaal se ek bhatti hui lat ko hata diya chhooaa halka tha lekin bijli ki tarah. 

Phir bhi yahaan tum ho mere sofa par baithi paseena chhodti hui khelti hui meri pyar ki zindagi ke baare mein poochhti hui aur yeh natak karti hui ki tum chahti ho main kisi aur aurat ke saath hoon jabki tumhari aankhen kuchh bilkul alag keh rahi hain. 

Maa ne ek pal ke liye aankhen band ki taakat ikatthi karte hue. 

Dhruv please main nammata se aayi thi dosti nibhaane kuchh aur nahi ab mujhe jaana chahiye mera pati shift se jaldi ghar aayega. 

Woh khadi hone lagi lekin dhruv ne uski kalai ko dheere se pakad liya zabardasti nahi bas pakde hue thoda aur ruk jao hum bas baat kar rahe hain har baar jab baat sach hone lagti hai toh tumhe bhagne ki zarurat nahi. 

Woh wapas baith gayi lekin cushion ke kinare par baithi rahi bhagne ko taiyaar main bhag nahi rahi main bas yeh baatchit mujhe bechain kar rahi hai. 

Dhruv ne uski kalai chhod di lekin door nahi hua. 

Bechain isliye kya ki teen hafte pehle tumne mujhe chumba tha aur us din se uske baare mein soch rahi ho kya ki tumhe mere haathon ka mehsoos tumhare shareer par achha laga tha kya ki tumhare ek hisse mein yeh phir se hone ki ichchha hai. 

Usne uske gaalon ko chuma. 






Usne sir hilaaya lekin inkaar is baar kamzor tha nahi maine tumse kaha tha woh galti thi uske baare mein baat nahi kar sakti please. 

Usne shabdon ko unke beech hawa mein latakne diya. 

Sirf thandi hawa ki dheemi gungunahat aur maa ki thodi behtar na saans ki awaaz thin paseene ne uske gulaabi kapde ke aage hisse ko stanon ke beech geela kar diya tha usne phir maatha ponchha phir gardan. 

Dhruv ki awaaz aur neeche gir gayi agar sach mein jaana chahti ho toh ja sakti ho lekin jaane se pehle ek baat imandaari se batao jab raat ko aankhen band karti ho toh kya mera chehra dikhta hai ya mera chehra aur yaad aata hai ki jab maine tumhe apne seene se lagaaya tha toh kaisa mehsoos hua tha. 

Maa ke honth khule lekin shuru mein koi shabd nahi nikla phir usne phusphusaaya main uske baare mein baat nahi karna chahti woh galat tha main shaadi shuda aurat hoon _ aurat hoon mere zimmedariyan hain. 

Usne sir hilaya pal ke liye sweekaar karte hue theek hai chumban ke baare mein baat nahi karenge abhi nahi apne bete ke baare mein batao uske padhai kaise chal rahi hai. 

Vishay badalne se woh hairaan reh gayi usne palak jhapkaayi phir dheere se jawab diya woh behtar kar raha hai woh kabhi kabhi tumse milta hai mujhe pata hai usse tumse baat karna achha lagta hai. 

Dhruv muskuraya woh achha ladka hai hoshiyaar woh mujhe tumhari yaad dilata hai utsuk hamesha sawaal poochhta rehta hai. 

Woh log mere baare mein kuchh minute tak baat karte rahe surakshit zameen. 

Maa ke kandhe thoda dheele hue. 

Woh chhoti hasi bhi nikaal li jab Dhruv ne koi mazedaar kahani sunayi jo maine apni ek mulaqaat ke dauran kaha tha. Lekin kamre se tanav poora kabhi nahi gaya. Woh har shabd ke neeche ubal raha tha. 

Kuchh der baad usne deewaar par lage ghadi ki taraf dekha aur phir khadi ho gayi. 'Main sach mein ab jaana chahiye. Ras ke liye dhanyawad. Aapko dekh kar achha laga.' 

Dhruv uske saath khada ho gaya. 'Minal, ruk jao. Sirf ek minute aur.' 

Woh ruk gayi, haath mein batua liye, lekin darwaze ki taraf nahi badhi. 'Kya hai?' 

Usne chhota kadam aage badhaya. 'Main us dopahar ke baare mein bahut soch raha hoon. Jis tareeke se tumne mujhe dekha jab maine tumhara haath pakda tha. Jis tareeke se tum nahi hati jab main jhuka tha. Jis tareeke se tumhara shareer jawab de raha tha jabki tumhara muh na bol raha tha.' 

Maa ka chehra gehra laal ho gaya. 'Dhruv, maine tumse kaha tha ise mat uthao. Kripya.' 

'Mujhe pata hai. Lekin mujhe yeh ek baar kehna hai. Woh chumban sirf mera nahi tha. Tumne mujhe wapas chuma tha. Tumhare haath mere kandhon par gaye the. Tumhari kamar aage badhi thi. Tumne tab chaaha tha, aur mujhe lagta hai ab bhi chahti ho. Bhale hi tum khud se nafrat karti ho iske liye.' 

Woh zameen ki taraf dekhti rahi, awaaz bahut dheemi. 'Main... main us din pareshan thi. Abhi bhi pareshan hoon. Lekin main yeh nahi kar sakti. Mere pati hain jo mujhse pyar karte hain. Ek beta jo mujh par vishwas karta hai. Main woh aurat nahi hoon jo dhokha deti hai.' 

Dhruv ne haath badhaya aur dono haathon ko apne mein le liya. 'Main tumse dhokha karne ko nahi keh raha. Main tumse sirf paanch minute ke liye sach bolne ko keh raha hoon. Bas itna hi.' 

Maa ne haath peeche khinchne ki koshish ki, lekin usne dheere se pakde rakhe. 'Chhod do. Mujhe jaana hai.' 

'Ruko,' usne dheemi awaaz mein kaha. 'Thodi der aur. Main vaada karta hoon main kuchh nahi karunga jo tum nahi chahti.' 

Woh ruk gayi. Uski saansein chhoti ho gayi thi. Uske maathe par phir paseene ke boond ubhar aaye aur usne kaanpti ungliyon se ponchh diye. 

Dhruv ne ise anumati samjha. Woh itna kareeb aa gaya ki unke shareer lagbhag chhoo rahe the. 'Tum pareshan hone par bahut sundar lagti ho, Minal. Tumhari aankhein badi ho jaati hain. Tumhare honth alag hue rehte hain jaise kuchh ka intezaar kar rahe hon.' 

Usne chehra ghuma liya, lekin peeche nahi hati. 'Aisi baatein mat kaho.' 

Woh jhuka aur uske gaal par apne honth phira diye – halke, parakhne wale. Woh kaanp uthi lekin nahi hati. 'Dhruv... hum nahi kar sakte.' 

'Hum ek baar kar chuke hain,' usne uski chamdi par phusphusaaya. 'Aur tum wapas aayi ho. Iska matlab kuchh hai.' 

Maa ki aankhein band ho gayi. Uski dridhta toot rahi thi. 'Yeh galat hai. Main yahaan khadi hokar hi paap kar rahi hoon.' 

'Toh phir jab main yeh karta hoon toh yeh itna sahi kyun lagta hai?' Usne uske honthon ke kone ko chuma, pankh ki tarah halka. 

Usne chhoti si awaaz nikali – aadha virodh, aadha kuchh aur. 'Kripya... maine khud se kaha tha yeh aakhri baar hogi jab main yahaan aaungi.' 

Dhruv ke haath uski kamar par gaye, uski gulaabi poshak ke upar hips ki curve par halke se tik gaye. 'Toh ise yaadgaar bana do. Ek chumban aur. Sirf ek. Agar iske baad bhi tum jaana chahti ho toh main nahi rokunga.' 

Woh lambi pal ke liye ruk gayi, dil zor zor se dhadak raha tha. Phir, lagbhag apni marzi ke khilaaf, usne chehra ghumaya aur unke honth mil gaye. 






Chumban dheere shuru hua, lagbhag shak ki bhari, lekin jaise hi unke muh mile band toot gaya. 

Maa ke haath uske seene par aaye, use dhakel nahi rahe the balki uski qameez ko pakad rahe the. 

Dhruv ne chumban gehra kiya, jeebh uski jeebh se takrati hui, aur usne dheemi moan ke saath jawab diya jo woh rok nahi paayi. Teen hafte ki dabai ichchha us pal mein bahar nikal aayi. 

Main apne chhupe hue jagah se dekh raha tha, mera lund dard bhari sakhti se dhadak raha tha. Meri apni maa phir se kisi aur mard ko chum rahi thi – aise chum rahi thi jaise usse saans lene ki zarurat ho. 

Gulaabi poshak uski jaanghon par thodi upar chadh gayi thi jab woh us par jhuki thi. Mere mann mein gande vichar daud rahe the: Woh sach mein kar rahi hai. Woh mere saamne mere pita se dhokha kar rahi hai aur usse pata bhi nahi ki main dekh raha hoon. 

Dhruv ke haath neeche maa ki badi gaand par gaye, patle kapde ke upar poore gaalon ko dabochte hue. 

Woh uske muh mein saans rok kar rahi thi lekin nahi hati. Uski jagah woh aur kareeb aa gayi, uske bhari stan uske seene se dab gaye. 

Jab akhir mein saans lene ke liye alag hue, woh haanf rahi thi. 'Yeh... yeh aakhri baar hona chahiye. Main sach keh rahi hoon. Iske baad main ghar jaungi aur kabhi wapas nahi aaungi.' 

Dhruv uske honthon par muskuraaya. 'Tumne pichhli baar bhi yahi kaha tha, Minal. Aur yahaan tum ho.' 

Usne sir hilaaya, lekin uske haath abhi bhi uske kandhon par the. 'Main gambhir hoon. Yeh galat hai. Main shaadi shuda hoon. Main _ hoon. Main aise paap karte reh nahi sakti.' 

Usne usse phir chuma, is baar dheere, aur woh usmein pighal gayi. 

Uske haath uski peeth par ghume, phir neeche phir se, ab zyada vishwas ke saath uski gaand ko pakad kar dabochte hue. Woh dheemi moan ki, kamar apne aap aage badhti hui. 

'Tum khud se jhooth bol rahi ho, meri pyari Minal,' usne chumbanon ke beech phusphusaaya. 'Tumhara shareer jaanta hai kya chahta hai. Tumhare pati achhe aadmi ho sakte hain, lekin woh tumhe aisa mehsoos nahi karwate, na?' 

Maa ne shabdon se jawab nahi diya. Uski jagah usne usse aur zor se chuma, ab uski jeebh uski jeebh se utsaah se mil rahi thi. 









Gulaabi poshak ek kandhe se neeche slip ho gayi thi, uski kaali blouse ki pati dikha rahi thi. 

Dhruv ki ungliyaan peeche zip par pahunchi aur dheere dheere neeche khinch di. Poshak dhili ho gayi aur uske pairon ke aas paas gulaabi gudd mein zameen par gir gayi. 

Woh wahaan sirf apni kaali blouse mein khadi thi – patli, paseene se thodi transparent – aur tight narangi chhote kapde jo Dhruv ne usse ghumne ke dauran mazak mein gift diye the. 

Woh chhote kapde uski moti jaanghon aur badi gaand ko doosri chamdi ki tarah chipak rahe the, narangi rang uski gori chamdi par chamak raha tha. 

Blouse uske bhari stanon se chipki hui thi, upar ke button garmi aur hilne se khule hue, gehri chhaati dikha rahe the. 

Dhruv thoda peeche hata aur uski taraf dekha, aankhein kaamukta se kaali. 

'Bhagwan, Minal... tumne woh chhote kapde rakhe jo maine diye the. Aur woh kaali blouse meri kalpna se bhi zyada achhi lag rahi hai. Tumhara shareer perfect hai.' 

Maa ne apne haath seene par chaar kar liye, achanak sharmaati hui. 'Mujhe aise mat dekho. Mujhe... khula mehsoos ho raha hai.' 

'Tumhe sundar mehsoos hona chahiye,' usne kaha, phir kareeb aate hue. 'Kyunki tum ho.' 

Usne usse phir se chumban mein khinch liya, haath turant uski badi gaand par laut aaye, ab sirf patle narangi kapde se dhaki hui. 

Usne naram gosht ko dabochta aur masalta raha, uski kamar ko apne patloon ke andar sakht ubhaar ke khilaaf khinchta hua. Maa us sparsh par saans rok gayi lekin usse nahi rokha. Uski apni haathon ne uski peeth par jaakar use aur kareeb khinch liya. 

Main yeh dekh kar paththar ki tarah sakht ho gaya tha, mera virya pehle se hi meri andarwahi geeli kar raha tha. Maa ki gaand un chhote kapdon mein kitni badi aur naram lag rahi hai. Dhruv ke haath poori tarah us par hain aur woh use karne de rahi hai. Woh aur zyada karne degi. Main mehsoos kar sakta hoon. 

Woh lambe minute tak chumte rahe, jeebhein naachte hue, shareer tight se jute hue. 

Maa ki saansein aur bhari hoti gayi, chhoti chhoti moan har baar nikalti jab Dhruv uski gaand dabochta ya apni sakhti uske khilaaf ragadta. Doshi bhaav abhi bhi tha – woh chumbanon ke beech 'yeh galat hai' phusphusaati rehti thi – lekin har baar uska shareer uspar bhaari pad jaata tha. 

Dhruv ne usse peeche ki taraf chalaya jab tak uski ghutnon ke peeche sofa se takraya. Woh baith gaya aur usse apne saath khinch liya taaki woh uski god mein sawar ho jaaye. 

Is stithi mein uski badi gaand uski jaanghon par fail gayi, narangi chhote kapde upar chadh gaye. Uske haath ab azaad ghum rahe the – uski peeth par upar, uske bhari stanon ko kaali blouse ke upar pakadne, phir wapas neeche uski gaand ko pakadne. 

Maa ne chumban todkar haanfte hue kaha. 'Dhruv... main bahut pareshan hoon. In pichhle kuchh dinon mein main tumhare baare mein, iske baare mein sochne se ruk nahi paayi. Lekin main tumse pyar nahi karti. Main apne pati se pyar karti hoon. Main unhe nahi chhodungi. Bas... jab tum mujhe chhoote ho toh mujhe kuchh mehsoos hota hai. Kuchh jo mujhe nahi mehsoos hona chahiye. Yeh mujhe daraata hai.' 

Dhruv ne uska chehra dheere se pakda. 'Tumhe mujhse pyar karne ki zarurat nahi, Minal. Tumhe bas yeh sweekaar karna hai ki tum yeh chahti ho. Bas itna hi.' 

Usne sir hilaaya, aankhon mein pareshani aur ichchha ke aansu the. 'Main ise sweekaar nahi kar sakti. Isse main buri patni ban jaati hoon. Buri _. Lekin jab tum mujhe chumte ho... main sab bhool jaati hoon. Sirf kuchh pal ke liye.' 

Usne usse phir chuma, aur gehra, aur usne turant jawab diya, kamar bina soche uske khilaaf hilne lagi. Uske haath uski badi gaand par rahe, rhythm se dabochte hue, uski harkaton ko nirdeshit karte hue. 

'Tum buri insaan nahi ho,' usne phusphusaaya. 'Tum ek aurat ho jiske zarooratein hain. Zarooratein jo tumhare pati mujhse utni achhe se poori nahi kar paate. Yeh paap nahi. Yeh insaaniyat hai.' 

Maa moan ki jab usne uski gardan par chumban barsaya, uske kaan ke neeche sensitive jagah par halke se choosta hua. 

'Main... mujhe ab pata nahi kya kar rahi hoon. Main yahaan ise khatam karne aayi thi aur ab main tumhari god mein hoon aur tum mujhe har jagah chhoo rahe ho.' 

Dhruv ki awaaz uski chamdi par bhari hui thi. 'Kyunki gehre andar tum sirf dosti se zyada chahti ho. Tum mujhe chahti ho. Ise kaho, Minal. Sirf ek baar.' 

Usne apna chehra uski gardan mein chhupa liya, awaaz dhundhli. 'Main... main tumhe chahti hoon. Lekin sirf aise. Chhupe hue. Main kabhi apna parivar nahi chhod sakti. Kripya samajh lo.' 

Usne uske baalon par muskuraaya. 'Main samajhta hoon. Main tumse shaadi ki maang nahi kar raha. Main bas yeh maang raha hoon – tumhara shareer, tumhara sukh, jab hum saath hon tab tumhari sachchai. Aur kuchh nahi.' 

Maa ne sir uthaya aur uski taraf dekha, aankhein ichchha aur dosh se chamak rahi thi. 'Toh mujhe bedroom le chalo. Pehle ki main phir se apna mann badal loon.' 

Dhruv khada ho gaya, usse saath uthate hue. Uski taangein apne aap uski kamar par lapat gayi, narangi chhote kapde uski gaand par tight khinch gaye. 

Usne usse chhote hallway se hote hue bedroom tak utha kar le gaya, darwaza laat maar kar khola. Kamra thanda aur dhundhla tha, parde aadhe khinche hue. 

Maa ki aankhein phail gayi jab usne usse litaya. 'Dhruv, ruk jao... shayad hum itna aage nahi badhna chahiye. Mere pati—' 

Usne usse chumban se chup kar diya. 'Tumhare pati yahaan nahi hain. Tum ho. Aur tum yeh chahti ho.' 

Usne aur virodh nahi kiya. Uski haath uski qameez par gayi, usse pakadte hue. Dhruv ne madad ki, use utaar di, phir uski kaali blouse kholkar khol di. 






Phir achanak, meri maa ka phone baja aur woh pita ka call tha. Mera lund sakht ho gaya kyunki meri maa kisi aur mard se chumban le rahi thi jabki mere pita usse call kar rahe the. Woh daud kar apne kaale batue ki taraf gayi jo kamre ke andar table par rakha tha. 

Maa ne uthaya aur jaise ummeed thi woh pita ka call tha. Maa itni dar gayi thi ki usse pata nahi tha kya kare. Kya woh phone uthayegi ya kya hone wala hai? 






Agle episode mein pata chalega, mat chhodna.