Adultery MAHIRA QURESHI: Ek Gunaah-e-Naseeb

[Herotic]

MAHIRA QURESHI: Ek Gunaah-e-Naseeb

Writer/Author- Herotic

 
Mahira Qureshi, 20 saal ki beintehaan khubsurat aur doodh jaisi gori ladki, jo Lahore ke ek mohalle mein rehti hai, uske din ka aaghaaz sooraj ki pehli kiran se pehle hi ho jata hai. Jab goonjti Awaaz fiza mein mithas gholti hai, toh Mahira ki neend apne aap khul jati hai. Woh taazgi ke saath wazu karti hai aur apne kamre ke kone mein musalla bichhati hai. Fir nipatane ke baad, woh drawing room mein jati hai jahan uske abbu pehle se hi kitaab ki tilawat kar rahe hote hain. Mahira unke paas baith jati hai. Abbu use aayaton ke maayane samjhate hain aur dono milkar kuch der zikr karte hain.
 
Yeh waqt Mahira ke liye din ka sabse sukoon bhara hissa hota hai. Iske baad shuru hoti hai kitchen ki halchal. Apni ammi ki madad karte hue Mahira parathe sekti hai aur elaichi wali chai ki khushbu poore ghar mein phail jati hai. Nashte ki mez par Ammi use duniyadari ki baatein aur chhoton se adab se pesh aane ki nasihaten deti hain.
 
Subah jab Mahira apna dupatta salike se odhkar aur college bag uthakar bahar nikalti hai, toh uski do sabse pakki saheliyan, Zoya aur Ayesha, uska intezar kar rahi hoti hain. Unka safar aksar rickshaw mein tay hota hai, jahan Lahore ki tang galiyon aur shor ke beech unki apni ek alag duniya hoti hai, Zoya, Jo hamesha aane wale test ko lekar pareshan rehti hai, aur Ayesha, Jo poore raste naye fashion aur shehar mein khule naye cafe ki baatein karti hai.
 
College ki seedhiyan chadhte hue, Mahira apni saheliyon ke saath thahake bhi lagati hai aur waqt milne par library mein baithkar apne notes bhi mukammal karti hai. Uske liye taleem, yaani padhai sirf degree nahi, balki apne ammi-abbu ka naam roshan karne ka ek zariya hai. Dopehar baad jab Mahira ghar laut-ti hai, toh woh thaki toh hoti hai lekin uske chehre par ek satisfaction hota hai. Ammi ke hath ka bana saalan aur chawal khakar woh kuch der aaram karti hai.
 
Fir Shaam ki prayer ke baad, poora parivaar saath baithta hai. Mahira apne Abbu ko  college ki baatein batati hai aur Ammi se agle din ki taiyari par charcha karti hai. Raat ko sone se pehle, woh apni diary mein shukrana likhti hai, un tamaam chhoti khushiyon ke liye jo use ek aam lekin mukammal Pakistani ghar mein milti hain.
 
Agle din College ka break time tha. Mahira, Ayesha aur Zoya aksar library ke peeche wale garden ke ek shant kone mein baithti thin, jahan parindon ki chahchahat ke alawa aur koi shor nahi hota tha. Ayesha aaj subah se hi kuch zyada hi excited dikh rahi thi. Usne apna phone nikala aur dabi awaaz mein kaha, "Meri jaan, dekho aaj internet par kya trend ho raha hai."
 
Mahira aur Zoya kareeb aayin. Ayesha ne kuch aisi websites kholin jahan bold aur Adult images dikhai de rahi thin. Mahira ka chehra ekdam se safed pad gaya. Usne foran Ayesha ka hath pakad liya aur ghabrakar kaha "Ayesha! Yeh kya kar rahi ho? Band karo ise. Agar kisi ne dekh liya toh kya hoga? Aur yeh sab dekhna acchi baat nahi hai, hamare ghar ki tarbiyat aisi nahi hai."
 
Lekin Ayesha ne uski baat ansuni kar di. Usne muskurate hue kaha, "Are Mahira meri jaan, hum ab bacche nahi hain. Bas ek nazar dekhne mein kya burai hai? Sab dekhte hain." Mahira peeche hatne hi wali thi ki Ayesha ne ek 'desi' video play kar diya. Zoya bhi khamosh thi, lekin uski aankhon mein bhi darr aur curiosity ka mila-jula bhav tha. Screen par chal rahi cheezen unke liye bilkul nayi aur ajnabi thin.
 
Tabhi video mein ek scene aaya jahan mard ka lund poori tarah saaf dikhai de raha tha. Yeh nazara un teeno ladkiyon ke liye bilkul unexpected tha. Mahira ekdam sunn ho gayi. Usne apni hatheli se apna munh dhak liya. Usne kitabon mein ya baaton-baaton mein jo suna tha, asliyat usse kahin zyada alag lag raha tha. Teeno ladkiyan ek pal ke liye patthar si ho gayin. Unke liye yeh physical structure aur yeh nudity ek bahut bada shock tha.
 
Zoya ne dheemi awaaz mein kaha "Yeh... yeh sab itna ajeeb kyun dikh raha hai? Kya asal mein aisa hi hota hai?", Mahira ko achanak apne Abbu ki baatein aur Ammi ki di hui saadgi ki seekh yaad aane lagi. Use ek ajeeb si bechaini mehsoos hone lagi. Usne jhatke se Ayesha ka phone neeche karwa diya. "Bas bahut hua Ayesha! Yeh sab dekhkar humein kuch haasil nahi hoga. Chalo yahan se, class ka waqt ho raha hai."
 
Ayesha ne phone lock karke apne bag mein daal liya, lekin un teeno ke dimaag mein wahi tasveeren ghoom rahi thin. Us din college ki canteen ki hansi-mazaak gayab thi. Mahira ke mann mein ek ajeeb si kashmakash chal rahi thi, ek taraf woh natural curiosity jo har insaan mein hoti hai, aur doosri taraf uski parvarish.
 
Agle din college ke break mein Mahira ke mann mein ek ajeeb si bechaini thi. Kal jo kuch usne Ayesha ke phone par dekha tha, woh manzar uski aankhon ke saamne se hat nahi raha tha. Library ke peeche wale usi purane kone mein aaj phir teeno saheliyan ikkattha huin. Ayesha ne jaise hi bag se phone nikala, Mahira ne ek baar phir rasmi taur par mana kiya, lekin is baar uski awaaz mein woh sakhti nahi thi. "Ayesha, rehne do na... kal kaafi nahi tha kya?", Ayesha ne muskurate hue kaha, "Are Mahira, kal toh bas shuruat thi. Dekh toh sahi, duniya mein kya-kya hota hai."
 
Ayesha ne ek baar phir wahi 'desi' video play kiya. Aaj camera aur bhi kareeb tha aur wo lund screen par bilkul saaf nazar aa raha tha. Teeno ladkiyan gehri saansen lete hue use gaur se dekhne lagin. Unki aankhon mein hairani aur ek tarah ki karahat mili-juli thi.
 
Mahira: "Yeh... yeh itna ajeeb aur dhaka hua sa kyun hai? Matlab, jaisa humne suna hai ya jaisa hona chahiye, yeh waisa toh bilkul nahi lag raha."
Ayesha: "Wahi toh! Yeh skin ka hissa... yeh toh bahut hi ganda lag raha hai. Kya waqayi log aise hote hain?"
 
Teeno ladkiyan us banawat ko dekhkar aapas mein dabi awaaz mein phusphusane lagin. Unke liye yeh chamdi na hona ek bahut badi aur ajeeb baat thi. Tabhi Zoya, jo ab tak khamosh thi, ne bade daave ke saath kaha, "Meri jaan, tum log pareshan kyun ho rahi ho? Gaur se dekho, ye video yahan ke nahi hain. Ye sarhad ke us paar yaani Hindustan ke hain. Wahan ke mardon ke lund aise hi hote hain."
 
Yeh sunte hi Mahira aur Ayesha ke chehre par nafrat aur ghinn ke bhav aa gaye. Unhone apni naak sikod li aur gandi shaklen banane lagin.
 
Mahira: "Tauba, tauba! Chhee... kitna ghinona manzar hai. Matlab ye log safai ka zara bhi khayal nahi rakhte? Humare me toh humein pakeezgi sikhate hain, aur ye dekho... kitni gandagi hai."
Ayesha: "Sach mein! Shukr hai Khuda ki hum ek aise gharane mein paida hue. Humare yahan toh bachpan mein hi chamdi hata di jati hai. Ye log toh jaise jaanwaro ki tarah rehte hain."
 
Zoya ne apni baat jaari rakhte hue kaha, "Haan, Hindustan walon ka rehan sehan aur unki rasmen hi aisi ajeeb hoti hain. Unmein aur hummein zameen aasman ka fark hai.", Mahira ne apna dupatta aur salike se odha aur gehri saans li. "Bilkul sahi kaha Zoya. Humein apne deen aur apni tehzeeb par fakhra hona chahiye. Hum log kitne pakeeza  aur mazhabi hain, aur ye log dekho..."
 
Us din un teeno ne us video ko ganda karaar dekar band kar diya. Unke mann mein jo curiosity thi, woh ab ek tarah ke superiority complex mein badal chuki thi. Unhe lag raha tha ki we un doosron se kahin behtar aur paak hain.

[Sahazaem]

nice start bro  awsome 

[Naruhina]

Nice concept for interfaith story please make it long and slow

[nsmb420]

Nice start

[Sahazaem]

Update

[Abyone0009]

Wow amazing yaar

[Sahazaem]

waiting for next update

[Herotic]

College se lautne ke baad Mahira ke zehan mein ek ajeeb si jung chhidh gayi thi. Bus aur rickshaw ke poore safar mein wahi tasveeren, wahi baatein aur Zoya ka woh khulasa, ki woh sab Hindustani the, uske dimaag mein hathode ki tarah baj raha tha.

Jaise hi Mahira ne ghar mein kadam rakha, Ammi ne muskurakar uska istakbal matlab welcome kiya. "Aa gayi meri laado? Chalo jaldi se hath-muh dho lo, prayer ka waqt ho raha hai." Mahira ne wazu karna shuru kiya. Thande paani ke chhapakon se usne apni aankhon ko dhone ki koshish ki, jaise woh un napaak tasveeron ko apni yaaddasht se dho daalna chahti ho. Lekin jaise hi usne aankhen band kien, wahi chamdidaar lund ki banawat ka aks uske man mein ubhar aaya.
 
Mahira prayer ke liye musalle par khadi hui aur prayer kiya. Fir wo apne kamre me aa gyi. Usne niyat baandhi aur apni poori tawajjo wo sab bhulane ki taraf lagane ki koshish ki. Woh baar-baar khud ko kos rahi thi, "Tauba... main un gair-mazhabi aur gandi cheezon ke baare mein kaise soch sakti hoon?" Use un tasveeron se ghin toh aa rahi thi, jaisa usne apni saheliyon ke saamne zaahir kiya tha, lekin ek anjani si insani curiosity use andar hi andar pareshan kar rahi thi. Woh jitna un Hindustani mardon ki burai kar rahi thi, utna hi unka woh alag sa roop uske dimaag mein ghar kar gaya tha.
 
Abbu ke saath shaam ki chai peete waqt bhi Mahira bilkul gumsum thi. Abbu ne use gaur se dekha aur poocha, "Kya baat hai Mahira? Aaj tabiyat toh theek hai aapki? Chehra kuch utra hua sa lag raha hai." Mahira hadbada gayi. "Ji Abbu, bas college mein aaj kuch zyada hi padhai ho gayi, thoda sir bhaari hai." Woh apne Abbu ke chehre ko dekh rahi thi, wahi noorani chehra, wahi pakeeza saadgi. Usne mann hi mann socha ki uska ghar, uski parvarish kitni paak hai, phir bhi uska dimaag us gandagi ki taraf kyun bhaag raha hai?
 
Raat ko jab woh apne bistar par leti, toh usne kuchh lines padhi taaki use bure khwaab na aayen. Usne khud ko baar-baar yakeen dilaya ki woh ek nek aur mazhabi ladki hai aur woh sab Hindustani aur unka rehan-sehan uske liye sirf nafrat ke kabil hai.
 
Lekin haqeeqat yeh thi ki woh jitna koshish kar rahi thi unhein nikaalne ki, ve khayal utne hi gehre hote ja raye the. Woh baar-baar un video ke scenes ko yaad karke apni pakeezgi aur un Hindustani mardon ke beech ke antar ko taulne lagi thi. Raat ka sannata gehra chuka tha, par Mahira ki aankhon se neend koson door thi. Aakhir apni bechaini se tang aakar usne kaampte haathon se Ayesha ko call laga diya. Jaise hi Ayesha ne call uthaya, Mahira ki awaaz mein ghabrahat saaf thi.
 
Mahira: "Hello Ayesha... yaar, main bahut pareshan hoon. Pata nahi kyun, par woh sab mere dimaag se nikal hi nahi raha. Mujhe bahut darr lag raha hai, kahin ye koi gunaah toh…" Mahira apni baat poori kar paati, usse pehle hi Ayesha ne use tok diya. Uski awaaz mein ek ajeeb si shararat aur josh tha.
 
Ayesha: "Are Mahira meri jaan! Tu fikr chhod. Abhi maine tujhe WhatsApp par kuchh tasveeren bheji hain, zara unhein dekh toh sahi. Tera sara darr aur pareshani gayab ho jayegi."
 
Mahira ne hichkichate hue call kaata aur WhatsApp khola. Jaise hi tasveeren download huin, Mahira ki rooh kaamp gayi. Woh tasveeren, jinmein saaf dikh raha tha ki wahi hindustani chamdidaar lund wala mard poore josh aur wahshiyat ke saath ek aurat ke saath jismani talluq bana raha tha. Tasveeron mein us mard ki mardanagi aur us aurat ki bebasi aur lazzat ka mel dekhkar Mahira ka dum ghutne laga. Use apni aankhon par yakeen nahi aa raha tha.
 
Mahira: "Ya khuda! Ye kya dekh liya maine?...ye kaisi naapak auratein hain jo ye sab karwa rhi hain in zaalimon ke saath... lekin… lekin is aurat ne to humare jaise kapde pehne hain? Chhee…Ye... ye naapak Hindustani humari auraton ke saath aisa kaise soch sakte hain? Tauba... tauba!"
 
Usne jhatke se phone apne se door bed ke kone par phenk diya. Uska dil itni tezi se dhadak raha tha jaise abhi seene se bahar aa jayega. Use apne jism mein ek ajeeb si tapish mehsoos hone lagi, jo use dara bhi rahi thi aur ek anjani si kashmakash mein daal rahi thi. Usne apne chehre ko dono haathon se dhaka aur rone jaisi awaaz mein boli.
 
Mahira: "Ammi-Abbu ne mujhe kis tarbiyat mein paala aur main ye kya dekh rahi hoon? Ye Hindustani toh jaise humari pakeezgi ko nigal jaana chahte hain. Uff... ye sab kitna darawna aur... aur kaisa hai!", Us raat Mahira ko mehsoos hua ki jis pakeezgi ka use gumaan tha, woh ab un tasveeron ki wajah se dheere-dheere dhundhli pad rahi thi.
 
Raat ki khamoshi mein Mahira ka dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha. Kamre ki khidki se aati halki si roshni mein usne door pade apne phone ki taraf dekha. Use khud par gussa bhi aa raha tha aur un tasveeron se nafrat bhi ho rahi thi, lekin ek ajeeb si kashmakash use apni giraft mein le rahi thi. Usne mann hi mann khud ko samjhaya, "Bas ek baar dekhoongi... sirf yeh dekhne ke liye ki ye log kitne gire hue hain aur humari pakeezgi ka mazaak kaise uda rahe hain." Yeh khud ko diya gaya ek chhota sa dhokha tha.
 
Mahira ne kaampte haathon se phone dobara uthaya. Screen ki roshni uske chehre par padi. Pehle usne apni aankhen aadhi band rakhin, jaise woh khud ko us gunaah ka poora gawah nahi banne dena chahti thi. Lekin wo Hindustani chamdidaar lund aur us veil pehni aurat ka manzar itna gehra aur wahshi tha ki uski aankhen dheere-dheere poori khul gayin. Woh use ab ghrina se nahi, balki ek gehri, anjani curiosity ke saath dekh rahi thi.
 
Jaise-jaise woh tasveer ke har hisse ko gaur se dekhne lagi, us mard ki mardanagi aur us aurat ke chehre par ubharte hue jazbaat, Mahira ko apne jism mein ek tabdeeli mehsoos hone lagi. Uske kaano ki lau laal hone lagi aur poore jism mein ek anjani si tapish daud gayi. Usne mehsoos kiya ki uski kameez ke neeche uske nipples ekdam sakht aur khade ho gaye hain. Yeh ek aisa ehsaas tha jo usne pehle kabhi is shiddat se mehsoos nahi kiya tha.
 
Achanak use apni shalwar ke andar ek ajeeb si nami aur geelapan mehsoos hua. Uski paakizgi aur mazhabi pehchan ke daave ab us jismani pukaar ke saamne kamzor pad rahe the. Usne takiye ko zor se bheenchn liya. Use samajh nahi aa raha tha ki jise woh napaak aur ganda keh rahi thi, wahi cheez uske jism mein itni khalbali kyun macha rahi hai.
 
Mahira(kaampti awaaz mein): "Ya khuda, ye mujhe kya ho raha hai? Main... main ek Hindustani ki aisi tasveer dekh kar... Tauba, tauba!"  Lekin uski aankhein screen se nahi hat rahi thin. Woh us napaak manzar mein ek aisi lazzat dhoondne lagi thi, jisne use poori tarah apne qaid mein le liya tha.
 
Raat ke pichle pehar mein Mahira ka dum ghutne laga tha. Usne jhatke se phone bed ke doosri taraf phenk diya, jaise woh kisi dehakte hue angare ko chhoo rahi ho. Woh uthi aur ladkhadate kadmon se apni chhoti si balcony ki taraf gayi. Lahore ki thandi raat ki hawa uske chehre se takrayi, lekin uske andar jo aag sulag rahi thi, woh shant nahi ho rahi thi. Mahira ne railing ko kas kar pakad liya aur aasman ki taraf dekha. Door kahin imaarat ka minar saye ki tarah khada tha. Usne gehri saansen leen aur khud ko jhidka.
 
Mahira: "Pagal ho gayi hai kya Mahira? Tu ek ba-parda, mazhabi ladki hai. Tere Abbu aur Ammi ki duayen... aur tu ek Hindustani ki woh napaak tasveer dekhkar apne jism ko ganda kar rahi hai? Tauba, tauba... sharam kar!" Kuch der woh wahin khadi rahi, thandi hawa mein apne wajood ko sametne ki koshish karti rahi. Use laga ki woh sambhal gayi hai. Woh wapas kamre mein aayi aur sone ke irade se bed par let gayi.
 
Jaise hi usne aankhen band ki, andhere mein wahi chamdidaar banawat aur woh tasweer wala manzar kisi film ki tarah chalne laga. Woh manzar ab use dara nahi raha tha, balki use ek aisi ajeeb aur mamnu matlab forbidden lazzat de raha tha jisse woh ab tak anjaan thi. Usse ab aur control nahi hua. Usne takiye ke neeche hath dala aur phone nikal liya. Uski ungliyan kaamp rahi thin, lekin irada pakka tha.
 
Usne browser ka incognito mode khola aur ek kaafi famous adult website p*rnhub pe aa gyi. Usne behad hichkichahat ke saath lekin tezi se type kiya "Indian man" aur saath mein kuch aur gehre shabd. Search dabate hi uske saamne aisi videos ki baadh aa gayi jisne Mahira ki duniya hila di. Wo dekh rahi thi ki kaise un bahut saari videos mein un Hindustani mardon ki wahshiyat aur mardanagi ko un pardon waali auraton par haavi dikhaya gaya tha.
 
Uska jism ab poori tarah se saath chhod chuka tha. Uski chut ka wo geelapan ab uski raanon tak mehsoos hone laga tha. Woh un napaak cheezon ko dekhte hue khud ko ek aisi jagah le ja rahi thi, jahan se wapasi ka rasta use nazar nahi aa raha tha. Wo ab nafrat nahi kar rahi thi, woh ab us napaaki ko apni aankhon se peena chahti thi.

 

To Be Continued…

[Kobir99]

Wow.. Fantastic...

[Lund77998]

Come on......introduce them with a indian boy
It will be fantastic

[Rinkp219]

Superb story

[Glenlivet]

Good. Can you write it in Hindi/Devnagri script as well?

[nsmb420]

Superb