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[Lucifer]

After receiving multiple requests of date extension ,I've decided to increase the last date of Entry thread till 2nd May. Entry Thread will be closed at 11:59 Pm on 2nd of May. The last date to post reveiws for best reader award is also increased till 10th of May .Readers can post their review till date of results declaration but reviews posted after 10th May 2025 will not be considered for Best Reader Award.

 

[kinkystuff]

Who Tricked Whom?​

Spoiler

Aarav never believed in fate... until the day it ruined his life.

The business trip was supposed to be short. A couple of meetings in another city, and he would be back by the weekend. He kissed Naina goodbye, promising to bring back her favorite chocolates. She had laughed, teasing him about how predictable he was, always buying her chocolates from every city he visited.

But, he never made it to the meetings. Somewhere on the highway, a truck lost control and slammed into his car. The world spun.... Metal crunched, Glass shattered, Then... DARKNESS...

When Aarav opened his eyes... everything was a blur. The harsh glow of the hospital lights stabbed at his vision, turning faces into shapeless figures... His head throbbed with a dull pain. He tried to move, but something was wrong. His body felt different... he couldn't understand, he was confused, lost and worried.

A muffled voice broke through the haze. "Mr. Aarav. Can you hear me?"

He tried to respond, but his throat was dry. He swallowed hard, managing a whisper. "What… happened? Where am I?"

The voice belonged to a calm professional doctor - "You were in a car accident & You suffered a severe spinal injury."

The words didn't make sense at first. His mind refused to connect them. Spinal injury?

The doctor hesitated... as if carefully choosing his words - "Your lower body is currently paralyzed. We can't say yet if it's permanent"

Aarav's chest tightened. Paralysis? No... That couldn't be right

The doctor continued - "Your vision is also affected due to head trauma, It should return with time... but for now, it will remain blurry."

Aarav tried to process the information, but it felt unreal like a nightmare. He struggled to move his legs, but they wouldn't respond. Panic rose in his throat. Then, the doctor spoke again, his tone even heavier.

"There's... another complication"

Aarav turned his head slightly, his heart pounding. "What?"

The doctor hesitated - "The injury has affected your sexual function. Right now, there's no response."

For a moment, the room spun. Everything around him faded. Blind. Paralyzed. And now... impotent.

Everything that made him a man was being taken away from him.

Days passed in a blur of medications, therapy sessions, and silence. His vision started improving slightly... just enough to see vague shapes and colors. But his legs remained lifeless. The doctors spoke of therapy, of possibilities, but Aarav felt empty.

He spent hours staring at the ceiling, thinking about Naina. His beautiful, young wife. She had married a strong, successful man. Now, he was broken. What kind of life could he give her?

He had to set her free, he thought, a calculated decision and then the idea formed in his mind.

Aarav called the doctor into his room and said in low voice - "I need a favor"

Doctor: "What kind of favor?"

Aarav: "I don't want my wife or family to know that my vision will return. Tell them I'm permanently blind."

The doctor’s face darkened - "Why would you do that?"

Aarav forced a smile and said - "If they think I'll recover, they'll stay out of guilt. But if I'm blind forever... my wife will leave and that is something I wish for us now"

Doctor: "Aarav, this isn't something to play with. They love you."

Aarav interrupted saying - "I know Naina, She is too kind. She will sacrifice her whole life for me. But she deserves better." He took a deep breath. "Please. Just say I will never be able to see again."

The doctor sighed but nodded - "If this is truly what you want."

Aarav clenched his jaw and said - "It is, and it's for the best doctor."

But, He didn’t know that his lie would soon become his worst nightmare.

Three days later, his family arrived at the hospital, along with Naina. The moment she walked in, he heard her sharp inhale, the tremble in her breath. She was crying.

Naina: "Aarav..." Her voice broke as she rushed to his side, grabbing his hand. "Oh my God, I thought I lost you."

He swallowed the lump in his throat. He wanted to see her face clearly, to read her eyes. But he forced himself to keep the act alive.

Aarav: "I can’t see you..." he said. His voice was hollow, rehearsed.

Naina gasped. "What?"

The doctor cleared his throat - "I’m sorry, Mrs. Naina. His vision is gone permanently."

A painful silence filled the room. Then, Naina sobbing hugged him tightly, embracing him in her arms.

Aarav didn’t hug her back. He couldn't. He had to push her away.

The journey back home was suffocating. Everyone tried to talk to him, comfort him, but he stayed silent. His mother kept crying. His father said, "We will take care of you, son."

And Naina... she never let go of his hand. She whispered soft reassurances in his ear. "I will take care of you. You’re not alone."

He wanted to believe her. But he couldn’t.

That night, after everyone else had gone to bed, Aarav sat in his wheelchair by the bedroom window. The house was quiet except for the ticking of the clock. Naina brought him tea, placing the cup in his hand gently. "Do you need help?"

He shook his head. "No."

She sat beside him on the bed, watching him with concern. "Are you in pain?"

Aarav took a deep breath. "Naina... I want a divorce."

The words hit the air like a gunshot and there was complete silence. Then, she laughed softly. A bitter, sad laugh.

Naina: "Very funny"

Aarav: "I am serious." His grip tightened on the cup. "You don’t have to stay. I am a burden now."

She jerked back, eyes flashing. "Burden? Aarav, I am your wife!"

He shook his head. "I can’t walk. I can’t see. And I... I can’t even be a husband to you anymore." His voice cracked. "You are young. Beautiful. You deserve someone whole."

She grabbed his hand, gripping it so tight it hurt. "Stop it."

Aarav: "Naina..."

Naina: "Stop talking like this!" she snapped. "Do you think I married you just for your body? For your looks?"

Aarav clenched his jaw - "You will regret staying."

She softened, shaking her head. "No, I won't"

She reached out, cupping his face, her touch warm and reassuring - "I married you for who you are, Aarav. And I’m not going anywhere."

Her words sounded sincere. Her tears looked real, But Aarav had no idea what was coming. The woman who refused to leave him... was already betraying him And soon, his blindness would become his greatest curse.

The house was quieter than ever. Days had passed since Aarav had been discharged from the hospital. His family had left, returning to their native town after much persuasion from Naina. She had insisted on taking care of him alone, without interference. She had been firm, almost desperate in her assurance to them.

Naina: "He needs peace. Too many people around will stress him" she had said.

At first, everything seemed normal. She was the devoted wife... tender, caring, and always attentive. She woke up early to help him bathe, cooked his favorite meals, and made sure his medications were given on time. She even smiled at him, just like before the accident, making it seem as though nothing had changed.

But patterns began to emerge. And Aarav, despite his partial blindness, began to notice them.

Every afternoon, after ensuring he was comfortable on the couch, Naina would disappear into the bedroom, claiming she needed rest But instead she used to walk out of the apartment. When she returned in the evening, she seemed... different. Relaxed. Almost lighter. At first, he had thought nothing of it. He assumed she was just stepping out for fresh air, maybe going to the temple to pray for him.

Then came the whispers... Low, hushed conversations over the phone when she thought he was asleep. The kind of whispers that spoke of secrets. The kind that made his heart race with unease. He wanted to ask her, but something held him back.

And then, there was that night.

He had woken up suddenly, thirsty, his throat dry like sandpaper. Reaching for the glass of water on the side table, his ears picked up a soft murmur from the other room. Naina was on a call. Her voice was just above a whisper, but the words he caught sent a cold shiver through his spine.

“It's second floor, Apartment 203”

He didn't know what she meant. Not yet. Until he saw it. Until the lie unraveled before his eyes.

Next day...

It was a lazy afternoon. Aarav lay on the living room couch, half asleep. The wheelchair was parked beside him, just as always, waiting for Naina to shift him to the bed later. The house was silent, the only sound was the occasional ticking of the clock on the wall.

Then, a notification sound on her phone buzzed. Soft footsteps followed.

Naina's hand hovered over the doorknob after she saw her phone screen, her heart racing as she painted her lips a shade of red. She had hoped that by the time she was done, the visitor would have arrived. But she hadn't quite finished. With trembling hands, she opened the door, keeping her eyes on her reflection in the mirror.

Aarav’s pulse quickened. His vision had been improving over the past few days. He could now make out shadows, blurred figures, movements and he saw a man standing too close to Naina.

His body went rigid, every nerve in his body screaming at him to react. But he forced himself to remain still.

Naina stood in front of the hallway mirror, adding final touches to her makeup. Her hair was perfectly styled, her lips painted a deeper red than usual. Her dress hugged her body just right.

She was going somewhere. Somewhere important.

Aarav watched in horror as the man moved closer behind her. His hands slid down her arms, grazing her waist, pulling her back against him.

You look gorgeous" Raghav murmured, his voice thick with desire.

Aarav’s breath hitched. His vision was blurred he couldn't make out that the man was none other then her ex-boyfriend Raghav, The one she had claimed she had completely cut off from her life.

Naina let out a small smirk, her eyes meeting his in the mirror's reflection.

Naina: "Impatient?" she teased.

Raghav: "I’ve waited long enough."

And then he did it... he kissed her.

Aarav’s stomach twisted, his blood boiling, his hands trembled. He had expected or atleast hoped... that she would push him away, step back, look horrified at the audacity of it.

But she didn’t... She did nothing... No hesitation. No guilt. Instead, she leaned into him. Tilted her head to the side, allowing his lips to trail from her cheek to her neck.

Aarav’s fingers dug into the blanket beneath him. His heart thundered in his chest, each beat harder than the last.

She was his wife, and she was letting another man touch her...

After a few lingering seconds, Naina finally pulled away, fixing her lipstick with her fingers. Her voice was playful when she spoke, as if she hadn’t just shattered her husband’s soul.

Naina: "Not here" she whispered.

Raghav chuckled, his fingers still trailing over her arm - "Then let’s go"

She gave herself one last look in the mirror, adjusted her dress, then walked toward the door. Raghav followed her, but just before stepping out, he glanced over at the couch where Aarav lay.

For a split second, Aarav was terrified that Raghav had caught him watching. That he had noticed something off. But then, he turned back to Naina and said, "He’s asleep?"

Naina laughed... "He sleeps through the afternoon."

Aarav squeezed his eyes shut just as they walked out. He heard the door click behind them. And then, silence.

They were gone... and he was left alone with the harsh truth.

For a long time, Aarav didn’t move. He just lay there, staring at the ceiling, the words, the images, the betrayal burning into his mind. This was the first time she had done something like this at home. She was getting bolder.

How many times had she done this outside? Was this an affair that had just begun—or had it been going on all along? Since his accident? Before it?

The realization left him breathless. He had wanted to surprise her when his vision was fully recovered. To tell her he was healing. To tell her they could find a way through this. That their love could survive.

But now...

Now, he would keep his secret. He wouldn’t tell her that he had seen. He wouldn’t tell her that his vision was coming back. Because she thought she had fooled him.

But now, it was his turn to fool her... And he would wait... He would watch... And he wouldn’t say a word.

Because if she thought she could play this game... Then so could he...

The evening sky bled into deep shades of indigo as Naina stepped into the house, carefully closing the door behind her. The scent of the outside world clung to her... an intoxicating mix of expensive cologne, sweat, and something unmistakably sinful. It lingered in the air, mingling with the faint traces of sandalwood and jasmine that belonged to their home, an invisible presence that carried stories unspoken.

She paused at the entrance, exhaling softly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. A habit, a silent gesture of composure. Her dark eyes flickered toward the couch where her husband lay, unmoving, as if he had never stirred in her absence. Aarav was exactly as she had left him... motionless, his body still, his face turned slightly upward, the ever-present black glasses shielding his useless eyes. His breathing was slow, steady, eerily peaceful.

A slight smirk played on her lips. As if he had no idea.

Her bangles chimed softly in the quiet as she moved forward, each step deliberate and controlled. The anklets she once adored for their sweet jingle now barely made a sound. She had learned to move like a shadow—silent, unseen, unnoticed.

Kneeling beside him, she reached out, her fingers ghosting over his forehead before trailing down his sharp jawline. His skin was warm beneath her touch, a stark contrast to the chill of the night air she had left behind. She let her fingertips linger, an affectionate caress that was part ritual, part mockery.

"Aarav," she murmured, her voice dripping with practiced affection, the perfect imitation of a devoted wife. "What do you want to eat tonight?"

Aarav stayed perfectly still. A moment passed. The silence hung heavy in the air, stretching between them. Then, slowly, his lips parted, and his voice emerged—a quiet, measured murmur.

Aarav: "Anything you make."

Naina smiled. She stood, her silk saree whispering around her legs, and made her way to the kitchen.

The house was large, but she navigated it effortlessly, each step calculated. The kitchen came alive with muted sounds... the measured clink of utensils, the rhythmic chopping of vegetables, the simmering of something rich and warm. The aroma of spices filled the air, wrapping around the house like an embrace.

Aarav listened, his face giving nothing away, his body as still as ever. But inside, his mind was anything but quiet. This was their routine now—a twisted dance of deception. She played the devoted wife, tending to him with gentle hands, her voice soft, her touch affectionate. And he played his part flawlessly—the blind, helpless husband, unaware, unknowing.

But the truth was far from what she believed.

Because he saw everything.

The next afternoon, like a routine, Naina left again.

Aarav remained on the couch, listening to the silence that followed her departure. It was deafening, stretching across the room like an invisible weight, suffocating yet strangely revealing.

For hours, he lay unmoving, his mind replaying the small details... the way she had kissed his forehead before leaving, the slight tremor in her breath, the scent she carried upon her return. A scent that didn’t belong to him.

Time dragged on, marked only by the soft ticking of the clock on the far wall. The air grew heavier with each passing minute, the emptiness of the house pressing down on him like a silent witness to the deception unfolding within its walls.

Evening arrived, and with it, Naina.

She entered quietly, moving through the house with the grace of a woman who had nothing to hide. No hesitation, no lingering guilt. She was a master of control, of deception, of making the world believe what she wanted them to see.

The rustle of fabric filled the space as she set down her purse, slipping off her heels with a practiced ease. A soft sigh, almost content, as she stretched, then moved toward the bedroom to change. A simple saree this time, one of the many she wore at home, draping herself in normalcy as effortlessly as she spun her web of lies.

Aarav listened. The faint creak of the wardrobe door opening. The slide of fabric over skin. The clink of jewelry being removed, placed gently into a velvet box. Every movement spoke of a life undisturbed, a woman unburdened by conscience.

When she returned, her expression was sincere, her hands warm as she touched his arm. "Dinner?" she asked softly.

He nodded once, and she smiled, as if everything was just as it should be.

She brought food to him, helped him sit up, even pressed the spoon to his lips, whispering, "You have to eat properly, love."

Aarav swallowed hard and waited. The days blurred into each other, an endless cycle of betrayal wrapped in routine. She left, she returned, she pretended... always with the same practiced ease. And he? He watched. He listened. He waited, his patience sharpening into something lethal.

Until, one afternoon, everything changed.

Aarav knew something was different before she even spoke.

For days, the routine had been the same. She would leave in the afternoon, return by evening, act the devoted wife, and he would remain still, silent, pretending to be trapped in blindness and paralysis while seeing everything.

But today, she wasn’t leaving.

Instead, she moved about the house restlessly, her fingers grazing the furniture as if lost in thought. Aarav watched her from behind his dark glasses, his expression blank, his body as lifeless as ever but she was anxious.

She checked the clock too often, adjusting the hem of her nightgown... a black slip that clung to her body, thin and revealing, far too sensual for an ordinary afternoon.

Aarav's fingers twitched beneath the blanket, but he made sure not to move enough to betray himself. His heartbeat quickened.

She wasn’t going to him instead she was bringing him here and the realization sent a sick thrill down his spine. He had spent days lying in silence, listening to the details, piecing together the scent of another man on her body, the controlled restraint in her voice when she returned home.

But now, he would see it.

He didn’t have to imagine anymore.

A knock on the door.

Three soft raps. Not urgent, not impatient. Expected.

Naina moved with fluid grace, her bare feet gliding across the floor. She unlatched the lock and pulled the door open just enough to let someone in.

And there he was. Raghav.

Aarav's breath caught in his chest as his vision, now less blurred, allowed him to finally make out the face of the man who had been invading his home. His eyes burned with a rage he hadn't felt in what felt like an eternity. His body, trapped in a prison of paralysis, ached to move, to confront, to do anything but lay there—helpless.

Aarav felt a sharp, twisted amusement at how easily her ex stepped into his home.

The door clicked shut. The lock turned and then the silence, a charged moment... a weight of unspoken words and then a whisper...

"You kept me waiting," Naina murmured, her voice low, teasing.

A soft chuckle. "Was worth it," Raghav replied, his tone thick with promise.

Their footsteps were slow, deliberate.

"You’re sure about this?" Raghav asked.

Naina’s answer came as a soft hum. "He doesn’t see. He doesn’t move. He doesn’t know."

Aarav's heart hammered in his chest as he listened to the soft murmurs and the shuffle of fabric. They were coming closer,

And then, the unmistakable sound of a kiss. It started slow, hesitant, as if they were savoring the moment of anticipation. His jaw clenched, teeth grinding against each other, as the kiss deepened. The faint smack of their lips, the soft sigh of contentment, the sound of their breath mingling, taunting him.

Aarav remained still, his fists curling beneath the covers and then the betrayal began...

The shift in the air was palpable, the weight of their bodies drawing closer. A zipper slid down, slow and deliberate, a symphony of unspoken intent. Naina, gasped... barely. But it was enough to confirm the unspeakable scene playing out in the room.

Her breath hitched again, a soft sound that pierced the quiet like a knife. Aarav’s jaw tightened, his teeth grinding together, his body rigid with tension. His heart pounded in his ears, drowning out the whispers of their conversation. The only thing that remained was the sound of their betrayal.

He watched, his vision still not fully recovered, but clear enough to make out the silhouettes of their bodies. Naina’s hands moving with practiced ease, Raghav’s fingers sliding along her thighs, pushing up the sheer fabric of her nightgown. The sight of his wife’s bare skin was almost too much to bear, but he forced himself to continue watching, his eyes stinging with unshed tears behind the black spectacles.

Her breath hitched as Raghav’s hands found their way to her waist, his fingers digging into her flesh. Aarav felt the heat of his own rage building up, a volcano ready to erupt, but he remained still, his body a statue of silent fury.

They moved closer to the wall, Naina’s back to Raghav, as if she was shielding herself from Aarav’s unseeing gaze. The fabric of her nightgown was pushed up, revealing the curve of her lower back, the pale skin that Raghav’s hands now claimed. Aarav’s vision, though still blurry, allowed him to see enough to make out the outline of Raghav’s erection, pressing against Naina’s nakedness.

Naina’s breathing grew heavier, and she buried her moans in her arms. Her body moved in a silent dance of desire, hips rocking gently in a rhythm that Aarav knew by heart. But now, it was a rhythm that didn’t include him. He could feel the anger boiling within him, the heat of it spreading through his veins like wildfire. Yet, he remained still, his jaw clenched so tight it hurt.

Their shadows danced across the wall, an obscene pantomime that Aarav never wanted to see. Each touch, each caress, was a dagger in his chest, twisting with every beat of his heart. He felt like a spectator in a play that was written to humiliate him, and he had no way to leave the theater. The betrayal was intimate, a silent scream in the confines of his own home right in front of him, minutes passed like an eternity and then finally the stillness... a shared breath a quiet chuckle

"Let's move to the bedroom" Raghav murmured, his voice tinged with amusement.

Her reply was lost against his lips.

A few moments later, their footsteps whispered away towards the bedroom, the door clicked shut and Aarav exhaled slowly. He didn’t need to see anymore, he already knew. The sounds were distant but clear, the rustle of fabric, the slow, deliberate creak of the mattress.

A sigh... Muffled but not enough Aarav heard it but helpless unable to move unable react or burst out his anger. Aarav’s vision blurred with fury, but he swallowed it down. He let the betrayal play out for hours until finally the silence returned and then the water running...

Naina was cleaning herself... The transformation was beginning and Aarav remained still as he heard the quiet shuffle of her footsteps returning. She emerged dressed, her expression serene, her hair freshly combed after Raghav left the apartment. She walked over to him, kneeling beside his still form.

Her fingers traced along his jaw, soft, gentle, like a wife’s touch should be.

Naina: "Did you sleep well, love?"

His lips twitched, he could barely contain the dark amusement threatening to spill over.

Aarav: "Yes," he murmured.

She leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead and he let her, he let her tuck him in later in the night, he let her whisper sweet reassurances, and he let her believe that he knew nothing, but he knew everything and he was waiting... waiting for the right moment to confront her but for now he just waited...

Days had passed... and now even Nights had became worse... she no longer waited for afternoons... Now, Raghav came at night. Aarav lay in their bedroom, listening to the faintest sounds... the shuffle of feet, the quiet gasps, the soft creaks of furniture in the living room... and Sometimes, right outside the bedroom door.

She was reckless now... She thought she was untouchable... And yet, she had no idea that the man she thought was powerless was watching. Listening. Waiting.

The house had changed. The walls, once filled with warmth, now felt hollow, their whispers carrying secrets. The air itself seemed heavier, thick with something unsaid, unseen. The flickering shadows from the dim hallway light painted ghosts of movements he could not acknowledge but knew too well.

Aarav had spent weeks trapped in silence, forced into a prison of stillness while his mind remained sharper than ever. But now, he could see everything clearly... his vision completely healed.

Then, one afternoon.... everything changed again.

Aarav knew the moment she let Raghav in. The soft pad of his shoes against the floor. The hesitant pause as they entered, as if gauging whether the man they believed was blind and helpless would stir.

His heartbeat was steady, his breath even, but inside, something coiled tighter than ever.

Their footsteps moved then a pause, a shift in the air and then, Raghav’s quiet, commanding whisper:

"On your knees."

Naina's compliance was immediate, a silent acknowledgment of her role in this twisted game. She knelt down, her eyes cast downward, her hands shaking slightly as she reached for the zipper of Raghav’s pants. Aarav's heart was a caged animal, thumping against his ribs, his eyes wide open behind the black spectacles.

The sight of his wife on her knees before another man was a knife twisting in his gut, but he didn’t flinch. He watched, his gaze unblinking, as she revealed Raghav’s erect length, the same hands that had once caressed Aarav’s body now trembling with a different kind of need.

Naina’s eyes remained closed, her breaths shallow, as her lips parted and she took Raghav into her mouth. Aarav’s body burned with a mix of anger and something different unexpected as he observed her every move. She was skilled, her tongue swirling around the head of Raghav’s cock, her cheeks hollowing as she took him deeper. The way she moved, her head bobbing rhythmically, told a story of passion and submission that didn’t include him anymore.

Raghav groaned softly, his hand fisting in her hair, guiding her, pushing her down. The sound was like a whip crack in the quiet room, a declaration of his dominance. Aarav’s fists clenched beneath the blanket, his teeth grinding together, but he remained still, his eyes glued to the scene playing out before him.

Naina’s cheeks hollowed as she took Raghav’s length deeper, her eyes still closed as if in concentration. The sight of her submission was a knife to Aarav’s soul, but the unexpected stirring in his lower body was a betrayal of his own. He felt a heat that had been absent since the accident—a twitch, a throb that grew stronger with each passing second.

The legs that had once been useless began to flex, and Aarav’s mind raced. Could it be? Was this anger, this betrayal, the catalyst for a miracle? His eyes narrowed, watching his toes slowly move, the paralysis retreating like shadows before dawn.

Above him, Naina's movements grew more vigorous, her moans more earnest. Raghav’s hand tightened in her hair, his hips bucking slightly as he grew closer to his climax.

But it was the sight of Aarav’s toes, moving almost imperceptibly, that held Aarav's focus. The paralysis that had imprisoned him for so long was retreating, and the anger boiling in his chest was giving way to something... unexpectedly raw undeniable need.

His breath caught in his throat. His chest rose, ever so slightly. He swallowed the gasp that threatened to escape, willing himself to remain still. His pulse pounded in his ears, drowning out their sounds, their movements, everything but the realization that slammed into him with the force of a storm.

His paralysis…

His impotence…

It was fading.

Watching her in betrayal… was curing him.

The irony was so sharp it nearly made him laugh. But he didn’t. He couldn't.

He wanted to move. To stand. To end this.

His fingers curled into the fabric of the sheets, the sensation so foreign it almost startled him. His body had been unresponsive for months, a lifeless shell that had betrayed him as deeply as she had. And yet, here he was. Feeling. Moving.

A dangerous thrill surged through him. The power she had taken from him, she was unknowingly giving back. But he wasn’t ready yet.

No. Not yet.

He forced himself to remain still.. To wait... He wanted to see how far she would fall, How deep her deception ran, How much she would take before he took everything back.

He had spent months in the darkness... But now, he was waking up. And when the time was right... He would rise.

That night, long after Raghav had gone, after Naina had showered and slipped into bed beside him as if nothing had happened, Aarav remained awake.

His mind raced, replaying every moment, every whisper, every touch he had seen that day. But more than that, he focused on the feeling that still lingered in his body.

His fingers moved beneath the sheets, subtle, but controlled. He could feel the faintest pressure in his legs, an echo of something more. His muscles tingled, as if electricity crackled just beneath the surface.

He was healing and she had no idea...

Beside him, Naina shifted in her sleep, her breath even, peaceful... She thought she had won, She thought he was nothing more than a burden, a shadow of the man he once was.... but she was wrong.

Aarav turned his head slightly, gazing at her through the darkness. For months, he had played the victim, the helpless husband, trapped in his body, watching the woman he loved turn into something he could no longer recognize.

But the game was about to change... As his toes curled, stronger than before, as the pulse in his lower body confirmed what he already knew, Aarav felt something he hadn’t in a long time.

Power.

He wasn’t just healing, he was waiting...

And soon, he would rise.

But not yet, Not until he had seen it all... Not until she had given him every reason... Not until she had dug her own grave so deep that there would be no escape....

Because when the moment came... when she least expected it...

Aarav would not just stand... He would destroy her. And she would never see it coming.

But... something else happened as the days went by... something Aarav didnt understand completely...

After few days...

Aarav lay motionless beneath the blanket, his body still, but his mind a storm of emotions. The dim glow of the bedside lamp flickered softly, casting elongated shadows across the room. The hum of the ceiling fan blended with the distant murmurs of the city outside, creating a strange stillness.

Naina had just tucked him in, her touch lingering for a moment longer than necessary—gentle, almost calculated. Her scent still hung in the air, fresh jasmine mixed with something unfamiliar, something tainted. Once comforting, it now suffocated him.

Behind his black glasses, his eyes remained open. He had regained his sight days ago, yet he continued to play the helpless husband. His body, once weak, was now strong, brimming with a restrained energy. He had spent days watching, listening, waiting.

But in past few days Naina had changed yet again... At first, she was careful, whispering, muffling her betrayal behind closed doors. But as days passed, she became reckless, her moans louder, her shamelessness unrestrained. She tested him, daring him to react, but he remained still.

And tonight, she was crossing the final line.

Aarav felt the shift the moment she stepped away from the bed. No hesitation. No guilt. She got naked completely and wore one of Aarav shirts without buttoning it.

Then, the click of her phone unlocking. A few swipes. A pause.

And then, in a hushed, sultry voice - "Come over."

Aarav’s fingers curled into the mattress. The words sent fire through his veins. His breath steadied. His rage simmered beneath the surface, but he forced himself to wait.

The bedroom door opened with a soft creak. Aarav's heart hammered in his chest, his fists clenching and unclenching beneath the blanket. Naina, wearing nothing but his unbuttoned shirt, led Raghav by the hand, her eyes half-lidded with lust. They paused at the entrance of the bedroom, their eyes locking in a silent, passionate declaration that pierced Aarav's soul.

Naina's hands slid up to cradle Raghav's face, her fingers tracing the line of his stubble. Then, she kissed him, her mouth moving with a desperation that was almost painful to watch. Her moans were loud, filling the room like a declaration of war against Aarav’s dignity.

Raghav’s hands were everywhere, roaming over her body... Naina’s shirt dropped to the floor, revealing her nakedness. He watched as Raghav’s eyes devoured her, as his hands cupped her breasts, teasing her erect nipples. Naina arched into his touch, a silent plea for more.

She didn’t bother with subtlety anymore. Naina bent down at the edge of the bed, her hand gripping the mattress. She looked straight into Aarav’s covered eyes, a wicked smile playing on her lips.

"Fuck me, Raghav," she breathed, her voice a siren's call.

Her eyes locked on Aarav, her gaze unwavering. It was as if she knew the truth, as if she could see through his charade. Raghav's hips thrust into her, the slap of their flesh echoing in the quiet room. Naina's eyes never left Aarav's, her smile taunting, her body writhing with a passion that was no longer for him.

Biting her lower lip, she arched her back, pushing herself onto Raghav, her eyes never leaving Aarav's. Lust on her face was clearly visible. The sight of her nakedness, her sluttiness, filled him with a confusing cocktail of anger and arousal.

As Raghav's breath grew ragged, his hips bucked faster, his movements becoming more erratic. With a guttural groan, Raghav's orgasm ripped through him. Naina pulled away at the last second, her hand wrapping around his cock, stroking him through the climax. She watched Aarav through half-lidded eyes, her own breath quickening as she brought Raghav to climax.

With a smug smile, she handed Raghav his clothes, still not bothering to cover herself. He took them from her, his eyes never leaving hers as he began to dress.

In a matter of minutes, Raghav was gone, the door closing with a soft click. The apartment felt emptier than ever. Naina remained in the bedroom, her breathing shallow, her heart racing. She had pushed the boundaries too far, taunting Aarav with her infidelity, but she was too lost in her own desires to care.

Slowly, she approached the bed, her eyes never leaving her husband. He lay there, his body seemingly relaxed, but she could feel his tension. His cock, still erect, was a silent acceptance of her betrayal. With a trembling hand, she reached out and slid the blanket away from his body. The sight of his erection was thrilling, a stark reminder of the power she held over him.

Aarav’s breath hitched as she straddled him, her eyes gleaming with a mix of lust and challenge. She hovered over him, her pussy wet and ready, and with one swift movement, she lowered herself onto him. His cock slid inside her, filling her up, stretching her. The sensation was electric, sending shockwaves through her body.

She reached up and gently lifted the black spectacles from his face. He flinched at the sudden exposure, his eyes locking with hers for the first time in what felt like an eternity. Naina's eyes never left his as she began to rock her hips, riding him with a deliberate, taunting rhythm. "I knew you were healed," she whispered, her voice a seductive purr. "Now you have a choice, Aarav. You can either divorce me and let me go... or you can claim me again." Her hips rolled, her eyes gleaming with a wicked satisfaction as she watched his face contort with the effort of maintaining his composure.

Aarav's jaw clenched, his teeth grinding together. He could feel the anger building within him, a volcano threatening to erupt. Yet, he remained still, his eyes never leaving hers as she continued to ride him. "What makes you think I still want you?" he finally asked, his voice hoarse with disuse.

Naina's smile was a twisted mix of victory and spite as she pulled away and bent down on all fours beside the bed. "You enjoyed watching, didn’t you?" she taunted, her voice low and seductive. "Your body gave you away, Aarav. You're as hard as ever."

Aarav's eyes narrowed, his grip on the sheets tightening until his knuckles turned white. The anger in his gaze was unmistakable, but it was tinged with something else—desire, perhaps, or maybe just the need to regain control over the woman who had so thoroughly betrayed him.

Naina arched her back, her ass high in the air, a blatant offering to Aarav. She was a creature of the night, a temptress in their marital bed. Her words hung in the air like a dare. "You can sign the papers I have kept in the drawer for divorce," she said, her voice a silky purr, "or claim me like you own me, baby."

Aarav’s eyes narrowed. The muscles in his body, once weak, now surged with power. He pushed himself up, the sheets falling away from his body. With a sudden movement that surprised even him, he grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her to her feet. The force of his action made her gasp, her eyes wide with shock.

He stood before her, his body trembling with rage and something else—desire, perhaps. He had watched her betrayal, had felt the sting of her deceit, but now...now he had the power to reclaim what was his. He pulled her to him, his mouth crashing down onto hers, his teeth biting into her plump lower lip, drawing blood. Naina whimpered, a mix of pain and pleasure mingling in the air between them.

He spun her around, bending her down in the exact same position she had been with Raghav just minutes earlier. Her hands gripped the edge of the bed, her legs wobbling slightly as she tried to keep her balance. Her ass was arched high, the same pose that had driven Raghav to his peak. But now it was Aarav’s turn.

With a primal growl, he thrust into her from behind, his cock sliding through the slickness she had been so eager to give to her lover. Naina gasped, her eyes flying wide as she felt the difference in his touch. It was no longer gentle or loving, but demanding, almost punishing. Each thrust was a claim, a declaration that she was still his, despite her betrayal.

Her body responded to him, despite the horror of her realization. She could feel him, his grip on her hair tight, his breath hot against her neck as he whispered his anger into her ear. "You're mine," he murmured, his voice a dark caress. "Mine to love, and mine to hate."

And so, this was not the end, but the beginning—of something raw, something wild, something inevitable.​

 

[THE ACRONYM]

Born Again For The Cup

Spoiler

Ji main aveer, Raat ke teen baje neend khuli, gala ekdum sukha hua. Paani peene ka mann hua, toh socha kitchen tak jaaun. Aankh malte hue, neend ke nashe mein, main kitchen ki taraf badha. Andhere mein takleef na ho, isliye mobile ka torch on kiya aur fridge ka darwaza khola.

Jaise hi paani ki bottle uthayi, ek tez jhatka laga. Aankhon ke aage andhera chha gaya, aur agla moment main ek ajnabee jagah par tha. Sab kuch safed, dhundhla, jaise koi fantasy movie ka scene ho

Kuch ajeeb sa ho raha tha. Mujhe lag raha tha jaise kisi ne meri body ka WiFi disconnect kar diya ho. Pehle laga sapna hai, lekin jab maine apne saamne ek glowing white gate dekha aur ek banda jiske kapde lagbhag washing powder Nirma ke ad se aaye ho... tab samajh gaya, ya toh paradise ka entry gate hai ya koi whitening cream ka overpromoted showroom.

“Hello?” maine kaha, thoda confused aur thoda... kya bolte hain... dead type.

Wo banda—jiski aankhon mein Netflix premium wali shanti thi—muskura ke bola, “Welcome, beta.”

“Beta?” maine aankh chhoti karke poocha, “Papa aap hai kya ?”

“Nahi,” usne bola calm voice mein, “Main God hoon.”

“God?” maine dekha upar neeche, “Yeh toh main soch raha tha koi HR ho jo afterlife ka onboarding kar raha hai.”

God halka sa hanse , “Beta, aap officially mar chuke hai.”

Pause. Silence.

“Wait what?”

“Yup.”

“Arey lekin... mujhe toh bas sneeze aayi thi! Aur phir blackout...”

“Haa”

par unki aankho mein kuch toh tha jise mein samjha nahi

“Haan actually... wo”

Boliye age “marlev ki tarah post credit scene mat dijiye”


Unka sirf jawab “haan wo actually” ke aage kuch nahi, thodi dher suspense banae ke baad kuch expression change karke wo bole .

God thoda guilty expression mein bole , “Haan actually... wo sneeze ke time hum thoda distracted the. Accidentally tumhari soul ko pull kar liya.”

“Matlab... galti se MAR gaya main???”

God ne haan mein sir hilaaya, jaise koi YouTube ad skip na kar paye ho. “Dekho, galti sabse hoti hai. Tumse bhi hoti thi—tumne school ke time report card mein ‘excellent’ khud likha tha, bhool gaya?”

“Arey bhool jaane ka matlab yeh nahi ki main permanently expire ho jaaun!”

God ne shoulder shrug kiye. “Dekho, ab jo ho gaya so ho gaya. Tum ab Earth pe wapas nahi ja sakte.”

“WHAT?! Matlab ghar walon ko toh laga hoga main nikal gaya hoon Maggie lene, aur idhar main heaven mein entry le raha hoon?”

God ne ek file uthayi—haan, file—aur bole, “Tumhara case special hai. Toh ek opportunity milegi.”

“Wapas bhej rahe ho?” maine hope se poocha.

“Nahi,” God bole, “Tum wapas nahi ja sakte. Hamari galti se mare ho, toh ek wish milegi tumhe. Ek ichha. Tum decide kar sakte ho ki agla kya chahiye.”

“Matlab... kuch bhi?”

“Almost,” God bole, “But... terms & conditions apply. Like always.”

Main soch mein pad gaya. Ek wish. Zindagi mein jitna bhi maanga—ek time pe chocolate, ek time pe crush ka reply, ek time pe job—kuch nahi mila. Aur ab... marne ke baad wish mil rahi hai?

Life ke saath insurance milta hai, mujhe toh afterlife ke saath fantasy package mil raha tha.

“Par... kya wish maang sakta hoon?” Maine cautious poocha.

God ne smile kiya, “kuch bhi agar wo hamare hath mein hua toh .”

Main literally heaven mein cliffhanger pe latak gaya tha.


Main ab bhi stunned tha. Matlab koi dream jaise chal raha ho. Upar se God ne bola, “Ek wish milegi.”

“Ek wish?” maine repeat kiya, jaise mujhe abhi bhi bharosa nahi ho raha ho.

“Haan,” God bole casually, jaise kisi mall ke food court mein extra chutney offer ho rahi ho, “Jo chaaho maang lo. Lekin soch samajh ke maangna.”

Main thoda soch mein pad gaya. Ek wish. Ek golden chance. Aur mujhe bas ek hi cheez yaad aayi — World Cup 2023. Cricket ka funfair (Mahamelaa).

“Main India ke liye World Cup khelna chahta hoon. 2023 wala,” maine bola, seedha, bina kisi background music ke.

God ne aankhein thodi chhoti ki, “Hmmm… cricket fan ho?”

“Fan kya… fan, cooler, AC sab hoon, maine toh 2 match domestic bhi khela hai ,Bas ek baar blue jersey mein khelne ka sapna tha.”

God thoda amused lag rahe the, “Tumhare jaise hazaaron log sapna le ke marte hain beta. Tum special kyu?”

“Simple hai,” maine bola confidently, “Main mar gaya hoon, aapki galti se. Ab agar wish mil rahi hai toh full paisa vasool honi chahiye.”

God thoda soch mein chale gaye. “Aur... tumhe ye toh accept karna hoga ki tum mar chuke ho. Iss wish ke baad tum wapas apni purani life nahi jaa sakte.”

Main thoda serious ho gaya. Haan, itna toh samajh gaya tha. Matlab koi ‘undo’ button nahi hai. Agar main ye wish choose karta hoon, toh... past mein jaake World Cup khel sakta hoon, lekin normal life khatam.

Main ek second chhup raha, fir bola, “Done. Accept. Mar gaya toh mar gaya. Par World Cup jeet kar marna chahta hoon.”

God ne smile kiya. “Good. Simple. Direct. Thoda unusual... par manageable.”

“Mujhe kiski jagah khelne ko milega?” maine curious hokar poocha.

God ne ek register nikala. “Shubman Gill. Usko… chhota sa malaria ho gaya ”

“Malaria hua ??” maine thoda shock hokar kaha .

God casually bole, “Haan, humne karwa diya . Ek do din ka bukhaar hoga , zyada kuch nahi. Tension mat le. Tumhare entry ka jugaad ho gaya hai.”

Main almost emotional ho gaya.

“Blue jersey pehnoonga (wear)… stadium ka crowd… toss… batting… sab real hoga?”

“Bilkul. You’ll replace Shubman in the squad. Kisi ko kuch samajh nahi aayega. Tumhara naam, identity sab adjust ho jayegi.”

“Main opening karunga?”

“Jo Shubman karta tha, wohi tum karoge. Par... performance tumhari responsibility hai.”

Main khud ko screen pe dekh raha tha. Crowd “INDIAAAA INDIA” chilla raha tha. Mera bat, meri gloves, mera naam scorecard pe…

“Boss, this is a dream come true,” maine almost ro dete hue bola.

God halka sa hansa, “Dream nahi beta, after-death bonus hai.”

Main hasa. Pehli baar death itni sweet lagi.

God ne last mein serious tone mein kaha, “Toh taiyaar ho? Bas itna yaad rakhna — ye World Cup ke baad wapas issi place par aana”

After some time God ne system mein kuch process kiya aur ab meri Aankh khuli toh sabse pehle maine ceiling dekha. Phir ek AC. Phir ek ladka towel leke bhaagta hua dikha. Aur maine socha — ya toh main five-star hotel mein hoon ya dressing room mein.

Aur jab saamne Virat bhai dikhe... toh samajh gaya — Main India team mein hoon. Legit.

“Bhai... main alive hoon! Aur blue jersey mein bhi!” maine apne aap se bola, phir khud hi apne kandhe pe thappad maara. “Solid ho raha hai sab.”

God ne clearly jo bola tha, us par kaam kiya tha — “Identity adjust ho jayegi.” Aur ho bhi gayi. Dressing room mein koi mujhe ghur nahi raha tha jaise main koi bhoot hoon. Sabka reaction tha, jaise “ha, naya ladka hai, hoga koi domestic ka champ.”

Rohit bhai ne mujhe dekh ke bola, “Arre naya ladka... tu Aveer hai na?”

“Jee bhaiya,” maine full obedient smile ke saath bola, “Main domestic mein khelta tha. Railways team se.”

Kya jhooth bola maine confidently. Mujhe khud pata nahi ki Railways ki team ka captain kaun hai, par bola maine jaise main unka HR bhi hoon.

Ek player bola, “Welcome bhai. Hope ready ho World Cup ke liye.”

Main andar se chillaa raha tha, “BHAI! READY? MAIN TOH MAR GAYA THA!!!”

Par bahar se maine bas smile kiya aur bola, “Haan haan... fully ready. Full toss pe six aur googly pe smile.”

Sab thoda confuse hue, par has diye. Safe.

Meeting room mein team ka official introduction ho raha tha. Sab players baith ke coffee pee rahe the, coach strategy samjha raha tha, aur main beech mein baitha tha — ekdum school ke naye bachche ki tarah.

“Guys, meet Aveer. Domestic mein solid perform kiya hai. Shubman thoda unwell hai, toh Aveer uski jagah squad mein hai,” coach dravid bole.

Sab ne haan mein sir hilaaya. Kisi ne “Welcome bro” bola, kisi ne fist bump diya. Aur main soch raha tha — “God sir , kya coding ki hai. Koi doubt hi nahi kar raha.”

Mujhe ek moment ke liye laga — kya yeh sab real hai ? Lekin phir maine mirror mein dekha — Blue jersey. India ka logo. Apna naam: Aveer.

Aur maine khud se kaha: “Bhai, tu ab khiladi hai. Dead tha, par ab deadly hai.”

Tabhi surya kumar yadav (sky) ne bola, “Bhai, tension mat lena. Pehla match pressure hota hai, par tu toh experienced hai.”

Main bola, “Haan, pressure toh hota hai… par jab upar wale ka support ho, toh sab smooth ho jaata hai.”

Mujhe apne dialogue pe khud hasi aa gayi. Literally “upar wala” support de raha tha mujhe.

Coach ne meeting wind-up ki aur bola, “abhi net practice hai, kal se full prep shuru. Be ready, boys.”

Main khada hua, sab ko namaste-style handshake diya. Ekdum cultured entry. Dil se chilla raha tha, “World Cup aa raha hoon main!!!”

Aur sirf ek line dimag mein ghoom rahi thi:

“ye world cup hamara hai ”

Dressing room se bahar nikalte hi, sab ne apne-apne pads, gloves, aur helmets pehna. Main thoda nervous tha, par coach ne bola, “Relax Aveer, ye bas warm-up hai.” Main socha, “Warm-up? Bhai mujhe lag raha hai ye warm-up ke bajaye main World Cup ka final khel raha hoon!”


Tab Hardik bhai aaye aur bole , “Aree aveer , sab thik hai na? Koi tension nahi lene ka. Bas relax rehna, ball khelna.”

Main thoda nervous ho gaya, par fir maine apne aap ko thoda cheer up kiya, “Haan, main relax hoon. Jaise koi chhota fan hoon jo aaj field pe khel raha ho!”

Phir Virat bhai aaye, aur hasi-mazaak ka mood ban gaya. “Aveer, ye kya chhota ball pe sweet shot maar raha hai? Lagta hai practice ke bajaye Tinder pe swipe kar raha hai,” Virat bhai ne cheekily bola.

Main thoda confused ho gaya, “Kya? Tinder?”

Virat bhai haske bole, “Arre, main keh raha hoon yaar, shot thoda classy bana, hum cricket khel rahe hain yahan!”

Hardik bhai ne intezaar nahi kiya aur bole, “Haan yaar, aur waise bhi, uske shots Tinder pe swipes ki tarah hain. Har baar naya angle!”

Sab hans rahe the. Mera mood thoda relax ho gaya, aur maine apne shots pe focus kiya.

“First match India vs Australia ka tha usse pehle
Main net pe tha… helmet pehna, gloves tight, bat haath mein... aur har shot ya toh edge ho raha tha, ya mistime.”

“Kya kar raha hoon main? Yehi practice hai toh match mein kya hoga…” maine apne aap se kaha, aur ek aur shot maara — full toss pe bhi timing gayi bhaad mein.

Tabhi piche se awaaz aayi —

“Oye Aveer, ball se dosti kar le... dushmani karke kya milega?”

Palat ke dekha — Virat bhai standing like a boss, arms folded, woh cheeky smiley face pe.

Aur unke sath... Rohit bhaiya, jo ek banana kha rahe the jaise woh net practice nahi, Sunday picnic ho.

"Yeh pull shot kisko maar raha tha tu? Ball ke emotions bhi hurt ho gaye honge," Rohit bhaiya ne majaak main bola.( Rohit bhai ka favourite hai pull shot)

Mujhe khud pe hasi aa gayi, par frustration abhi bhi andar se chubh raha tha.

“Bhaiya… shots connect nahi ho rahe. Ball samajh hi nahi aa rahi,"Maine finally confess kiya.

Tab Virat bhaiya thoda serious hue. Mere paas aaye, bat haath mein liya, aur bole:

“Dekh, har ball ko marna zaroori nahi. Pehle read kar, usse feel kar. Jab ball tere zone mein aaye, tab power lagana. Baaki timing par hai …”

Fir Rohit bhaiya ne bat liya aur apna classic bat-swing dikhaya.

“Shot marne se pehle soch, ‘Is ball ne kya kiya hai mujhe?’ Agar jawab kuch bhi nahi... toh chhod de! Self-respect sabse pehle.”

Sab hass pade, including me.

Phir dono ne milke mujhe stance correct karaya, head position tight karayi, aur bola — “Bas bhai, ab scene palat de.”

Agle over mein ek pull shot perfect timing se gaya — seeda net ke corner mein.

Virat bhaiya: “Ab aaya na asli hero mode!”

Rohit bhaiya: “Chal, ab tu batting kar, hum banana finish karte hain



Pehla Match: India vs Australia

Match ki starting hui, aur main opening pe gaya Rohit bhai ke saath. Crowd ka roar sun ke dil thoda tez dhadak raha tha. Main soch raha tha, “Agar main yeh match jeet gaya na, toh shayad duniya ka sabse bada cricket fan ban jaunga!”

Rohit bhai ne mujhe chill karte hue bola, “Relax aveer, yeh Australia hai, maar ke dikhana hai. Tere ko sab pata hai na?”

“Bilkul!” maine bola, aur ball aayi. Pehla ball. Full toss. Mere liye ekdum perfect.

WHACK!

Ball seedha boundary ke paar. Maan lo, maine apni entry ekdum blockbuster wali ki thi.


Rohit bhai mujhe dekh raha thee, “Arey, Aveer! Yaar tu toh full Dhoni nikla!”

Main bhi thoda ghoom gaya, “Dhoni style ka shot hai bhai, aaj toh game hi badal dena hai.”

Australia ke bowlers ko lag raha tha, “Yeh naya ladka kis duniya se aaya hai?”

Aur phir match mein jaise-jaise balls aati gayi, hum dono ne chase kiya. Main aur rohit bhai batting kar rahe the jaise teacher student.

Match ending ki Taraf gaya

Ek over mein, jab ball Hardik bhai ke paas gayi , unhone mujh ko cheek kar funny way mein bola, “Dekh aaj toh apni full power dikhani hai, dheere-dheere khelna nahi hai!”

“Arre bhai, main toh full-on killer shots maarunga abhi dekhna,” maine thoda joking style mein bola.

Hardik bhai ne haath uthaya, “. Bas team ka chehra mat khrab karna.”

Main thoda serious hokar ball ki taraf dekha.

Boom!

Aur ball out of the park. Chhakka.

Hardik bhai ne masti mein kaha, “Ab bas thoda shaanti rakh. Tu abhi IPL khelne wala hai next year relax ho ja Jab sixes par sixes marna”

Ye sunke main bhi has diya

India match win kar gaya tha aur mera ek important contribution tha bohat proud ho raha mujhe apne uper wo bhi marne ke baad “(wah bhai marne ke baad bhi proud pehla insan hoga tu jo marne par proud hua)


Afghanistan vs India:

Aur jab Afghanistan ke against match aaya
Rohit bhai century bana kar chale gaye thee.

sabki performance aur badh gayi thi. Team ka confidence level sky-high tha. Main opening pe aaya, aur ye baar thoda cautious tha. Afghanistan ke bowlers ke spinners ache the, lekin main unke against achha khel raha tha.

Virat bhai ne ek shot maara, aur phir bola, “Aree yaar, Aveer! Tum toh unke bowler ka khayal rakh rahe ho jaise apni favourite chai ki pyaali ho!”

Main haske bola, “Bhai, apni chai ki tarah, yeh shot bhi sweet hona chahiye. Aur yeh Afghanistan ke bowlers ko flush kar ke marna hai!”

Afghanistan ke bowlers ko easily match hara kar Hamari team ne match jeet liya, aur sabko lag raha tha ki hum zyada confident ho chuke hain.

Coach dravid ne sabko appreciate kiya, “Great work, Aveer. Tum teeno — Virat Rohit aur aveer tum — full fire ho.”

Main thoda shy hokar bola, “Bas coach, bas game ka maza lena hai.”

Aur sab ne apna team huddle banaya, ekdum happy mood mein. Dil thaam ke khade the, aur aage ki challenges ka soch rahe the


Agle din

Subah ki practice ke baad, gym ki taraf sab ka mood bana. Main aur Hardik Bhai ek machine pe laga hue the, aur jo hasi-mazak ho raha tha, uska kya hi kehna!

Hardik bhai ne bola, “Aree Aveer, yeh kya machine pe chadh gaya hai? Teri toh fitness bhi achi hai ”

Main bola, “Arre bhai, main toh bas apne body ko perfect shape mein laa raha hoon. Tumne kabhi socha hai na, ek dum rockstar banne ka?”

“Rockstar toh ho, par gym se thoda chill ho jao,” Hardik bhai ne bola, “Waise bhi, tera toh abhi batting ka time hai na, weight lifting ka nahi.”

Main muskura ke bola, “Haan, mujhe apna batting ka kaam zyada pasand hai. Gym toh bas background mein.”

Uske baad, Virat bhai ne entry marte hue bola, “Aree! Tum dono toh fitness ke shaukeen nikle. Yeh gym ho ya cricket field, tum dono ka style same hi rahega!”

Main “style toh aapka bhi same hi hai aap toh fit , super fit ho ”

Aise hamari bahut si conversation hui

At evening

Mein Bumrah bhai se inswing, outswing bowling ki tips le raha tha aur mostly slower yorker ki tips.
Shami bhai ne mujhe air mein swing ki tips di .
Kyuki mein bowling kamzor tha toh inka experience kaam aane wala tha jald hi .


Pakistan vs India Match:

Aur phir aa gaya Pakistan ke against match. Pure stadium mein ek alag hi hawa thi. Sabhi ko pata tha, India vs Pakistan, ek alag hi pressure hota hai.

Main opening pe gaya. Pehla ball aaya, aur thoda pressure feel ho raha tha, lekin main ne apne aapko thoda relax kiya. Pehla shot… aur ball ne boundary paar kar di.

Phir ek do shots connect nahi hue tab Pakistan ke bowlers ne apni sledging shuru kar di. Ek player ne mujhe kaha , “Kya hai bhai, aaj tere shaadi ka invitation mila hai kya? Tere shots ka toh kuch pata nahi, connect nahi ho rahe kya?

Main haske bola, “Aree bhai, tumhare jaise bowler ke samne toh main apni shaadi ka dress bhi pehn kar khela toh bhi tumse out nahi hounga ”

Pure team ne hasna shuru kar diya, aur unki sledging ka jawab dena thoda fun ban gaya.

Rohit bhai ne bola, “Aree Aveer, kya jawab diya majaa aaya ”

Main muskurate hue bola, “Bhai, majaa utha raha hu jindgi ka ki kal ho ya nahi ho”
(par mein bhi kaisi pagal jaisi baat kar raha hu jindgi toh hai nahi sayad ye pak fielders ka impact lagta hai )

Maine apna focus rakha aur jab doosra ball aaya, toh WHAM! — ball boundary ke paar!

Ab main ekdum settled ho gaya tha. Wicket pe kuch shots aise maar raha tha, jaise main koi pro hoon.

Century! Haan, aur main century banake apne aapko Don Bradman feel kar raha tha. Har shot mein confidence ka naya level tha.

Tabhi ek pakistan player ko dekha — main soch raha tha, “Yeh banda bada famous lagta hai. Isko ko toh main out karunga, sab log king bolte hai isse ab dekhe jara kon king hai”

Toh maine plan banaya. Part-time pacer ki role mein aaya main. Rohit bhai se request ki mujhe bowling karne do na .

Rohit bhai ne bola, “Aree Aveer, tujhe kya lagta hai? Ye bowl karne se kuch hoga?”

Main bola, “Haan, ek surprise hoga!”

First ball uss player ne dot kheli. Second ball usne sirf dekhi, leave kar di. Third ball par thoda sa aggressive hua. Cover drive marne gaya. Ball ne edge liya. WHAM! — piche slip fielders ne catch pakda.

Main zordaar shor machate hue bola, “ bhai, next time apna cover drive mere samne marna mat, thoda straight rakhna!”

Pakistan ke players thoda chup ho gaye. Aur main full swag mein wapas apne position pe gaya.

Match mein India ki jeet ho gayi. India won! Stadium mein sabki cheer sunai dene lagi. Virat bhai ne mujhe ek hi-five di aur bola, “Aree, Aveer! Tu toh full hero nikla! Ek Century, catch, aur sledging sab kuch!”

Main “ bhai aapse hi sledging sikha hai ”

Main aaj match se pehle nervous feel kar raha tha par ab andar se thoda proud bhi tha, “Aaj ka din toh sabse khaas tha.”

Coach dravid ne sabko appreciate kiya, “Great job, Aveer. Tumne acha performance diya!”

Aaj pura stadium India India kar Raha tha

Main soch raha tha, “Yeh jo stadium mein cheers hain, woh toh apne liye nahi, apne team ke liye hain.”


Next match

India vs England:

Ab tak, maine apni batting se sabko impress kar liya tha. Par England ke against match mein, kuch aur hi tha. Pehle hi ball pe thoda bounce tha, aur mujhe laga yeh match thoda tough ho sakta hai.

Maine apna opening shot maara, aur ball boundary ke paar gaya. Lekin England ke bowlers ne apni full power daali thi. Main thoda focus hokar khel raha tha, aur har ball pe shot maarte hue apni team ko support kar raha tha. India ne England ko haraya, aur sabne mujhe apne batsman ki tarah appreciate kiya.

India vs South Africa

South Africa ka match thoda intense tha. Fast bowlers ka pressure badh gaya tha, par main ekdum relaxed tha. Jaise hi ball aayi, maine ball ko boundary ke paar daal diya. South Africa ke bowlers ko sab thoda shocked lag rahe the.

Mujhe lag raha tha, “Yeh kaafi mazedaar ho raha hai.” South Africa ko hara kar India ne ek aur match jeet liya, aur sab mujhe batting mein shandar pradarshan karte dekh liya tha


India vs Bangladesh:

Bangladesh ke against match thoda smoother tha, par unhone kafi acha fight diya. Maine batting mein apne shots dikhaye, aur ball boundary ke paar daal kar maza le liya.

Maine socha, “Yeh Bangladesh ke bowlers bhi bohot mazedar hai .” Fir bhi, India ne unko comfortably hara diya. Victory ka taste ek aur baar meetha ho gaya!

India vs Sri Lanka:

Sri Lanka ke against match mein maine thoda aggression dikhaya. Maine pehli ball ko dekha aur ek zordaar pull shot maara. Ball ne boundary ke paar jaake stadium mein dhamaka kar diya!

Sri Lanka ke bowlers ne apna best diya, par main ne apni batting se unka pace slow kar diya. India ne Sri Lanka ko hara diya, aur sab apne team ki jeet par khush ho gaye.

Iss bich team mein hardik ko injury Hogayi thi aur ab mujhe thodi jyada bowling milne lagi thi


India vs Newzealand

Aur phir aaya New Zealand ka match. Yahan sab ne thoda relaxed feel kiya, par mujhe laga ki har match mein apni performance dikhani zaroori hai. New Zealand ke against, maine apni batting aur bowling dono mein brilliance dikhayi.

Main apni bowling skills pe kaafi focus kar raha tha, aur maine swing ko thoda aur control kiya. New Zealand ko hara kar, India ne ek aur match jeet liya.

India vs Netherlands

Netherlands ke against match mein fielding aur batting ka combination perfect chal raha tha. Maine ek cover drive maara, aur ball boundary ke paar gaya. Phir maine apne bowling skills ka bhi display diya .As Fast bowlers batsman ke against maine apni accuracy aur slower ones ko use kiya, aur ek solid performance diya.

Netherlands ke against victory ne meri confidence aur boost



The New Bowling Star:

Ab tak, main batting mein top form mein tha, lekin bowling mein bhi maine apni shine dikhayi thi. Main ne kuch medium fast bowling ki, aur swing ki full power dikhayi.

Mujhe lag raha tha ki main ab har department mein apna naam bana raha hoon.

Coach Dravid ne bola, “Aveer, tum dono — batting aur bowling mein — superb perform kar rahe ho. Tumhare liye har match mein naye opportunities hain.”

Sab ne meri bowling ko bhi appreciate kiya. Main thoda shy hokar bola, “Bas coach dravid, maza aa raha hai, aur apni team ko jeet dilana hai.”



Pre-Semi-Final Nerves:

Jab semi-final ka match aaya, toh thoda nervousness feel ho raha tha. Sab kuch thoda intense ho gaya tha. Main apni room mein akela tha, aur soch raha tha, “Yeh semi-final hai. Yeh match agar humne jeet liya, toh final ke liye bilkul ready ho jayenge. Par agar haar gaye, toh?”

Virat bhai mere paas aaye aur bola, “Aveer, ek baat sun. Tum jitna soch rahe ho, utna complicated mat bana. Yeh game hai, hum sab yahan enjoy karne ke liye hain. Tumhare andar jo talent hai, usse sab dekh rahe hain. Tension mat lo, bas apni game pe focus karo.”

Unki baat sunkar mera mood thoda light ho gaya, aur main ne apne aapko bola, “Haan, yeh game hai, enjoy karna hai.”

The Semi-Final Match:

Match ka pressure bahut high tha, par ab main relaxed feel kar raha tha. First ball se lekar har ball tak, maine apni batting pe pura focus rakha.

Phir ek intense moment aaya. Run-out! Sabhi ne shout kiya, aur main ne thoda nervous hoke dekha, “Arre yeh kya ho gaya?” Lekin phir ball ko fast pace mein throw karne ke baad run-out kiya.

Virat bhai ne bola, “Aree Aveer, well done! Yeh game ka ek part hai. Tumhare jaise efforts zaroori hote hain!”

Virat bhai ke sath khelna ek alag hi experience tha.

"Mere liye woh yaadgaar pal tha—jab jis insaan ko dekh kar maine cricket dekhna seekha, usne mere saath crease par khade hokar apni 50th ODI century ka bada milestone set kiya. Isse zyada special aur kya ho sakta hai?"

After sometime, Main aur Virat bhai ek hi crease pe the, aur maine ek bekaar sa shot maara — par bach gaya out hone se .

Virat bhai ne muje ghoor kar dekha, “Aree, yeh kya bekaar shot tha! century complete karna hai ki nahi ?”

Main “ ji bhaiya ”

Ab main Virat bhai ki baat kaise taal sakta tha

Main ne apna century complete kiya. Virat bhai ke saath apne run banate hue, ek proud moment tha. Itna saara hard work and dedication apne liye nahi, poori team ke liye tha.


Virat bhai ke saath century banane ka jo moment tha, wo sach mein magical tha. “Aaj apne game ko ek new level pe le aaye,” maine socha.

Sabhi teammates ne muje appreciate kiya. Virat bhai ne bola, “, yeh moment hamesha yaad rahega. Tune apne game mein jo confidence dikhaya, woh sabko inspire karega.”

Sab ne cheer kiya, aur main khud ko bohot proud feel kar raha tha, “Yeh match sirf jeetna nahi, apni performance se sabko dikha dena tha.”


Semi-final jeetne ke baad dressing room mein sabhi ki khushi ka koi hisab nahi tha. Har jagah cheers, high-fives aur pats on the back chal rahe the. Virat bhai and rohit bhai sabko encourage kar rahe the, aur main bhi apne aap ko relax karne ki koshish kar raha tha. Par dil mein excitement thi.

“Bhai, yeh toh bas shuruat thi, final ka match abhi baaki hai!” Virat bhai ne kaafi motivational baatein kari thi, jo sabko energize kar gayi thi.

Rohit bhai aur virat bhai ke saath maine apna excitement share kiya. “Yaar, humne itna kuch kiya hai, ab final mein apni pehchaan banaani hai!”


19th November - Ahmedabad:

Dressing room ke us jashan ke baad, hum Ahmedabad ke liye rawana ho gaye. 19 November ki subah thi, aur stadium mein kuch alag hi atmosphere tha. Cricket ka mahaul, fans ka enthusiasm, aur stadium ki hawa mein kuch magic tha.

“Aaj toh kuch special hone wala hai,” maine socha, jaise ek anjaane lamhe ka intezaar ho. Aaj, ek aisa din tha jo hamare career ka turning point banne wala tha.

Stadium mein har jagah India vs Australia ki baatein ho rahi thi. Har taraf flags, cheerleaders aur fans ka excitement tha. Abhi tak, sab kuch normal lag raha tha, lekin dil mein ek ajeeb si feeling thi.

Toss Time:

Toss ka waqt aaya. Australia ke captain pat cummins ne toss jeeta, aur unhone India ko pehle batting karne ka decision diya .aur australia pehle bowling karega,

“Yeh toh kuch different ho gaya,” main soch raha tha. Pehle batting ka pressure hota hai, par hum sabne apne aapko mentally prepare kiya tha.

Rohit bhai ne kaha, “Aaj jo humne perform kiya, wo sab yaad rakho. Apni batting mein jo bhi karein, apne country ke liye, apni team ke liye.”

Hamare liye yeh moment kuch special tha. Yeh World Cup Final tha – ek aisa stage jahan har run, har shot, aur har ball ka apna ek importance tha.



Jab toss ho gaya aur hamara pehla innings shuru ho gaya, tab main soch raha tha, “Lamha toh badla toh aaya tha.”
Mein bhi ek alag hi insaan hu log (people) marne ke pehle revenge lete hai maine marne ke baad revenge le raha hu


India’s Batting begin’s

Final match ka pehli innings shuru ho gayi tha. Rohit bhai aur main (Aveer) crease par the. Stadium mein ek alag hi atmosphere tha. Har ball ke saath excitement badh rahi thi, aur hum dono apne aapko mentally prepare kar rahe the.

Rohit bhai ne apni aggressive start di wo sabhi fast bowler bowler ko six fours lagane ke baad , maxwell ki carrom ball ko sixes lagne ke chakkar mein ek loose shot khel baithe aur unka catch travis head ne ek shandar tarike se pakada ,47 runs unka score bana ke unhone apni presence ko show kiya.

Mere har shot ko crowd ne appreciate kiya, lekin sabhi ka dhyan ek hi cheez par tha – “World Cup Final hai, har run ki importance hai.”

Mujhe yeh samajh mein aa gaya tha, har shot ka weight kitna jyada tha. Rohit Bhai ki batting ne mujhe aur Virat bhai ko motivation di ki bada score karo.


Main aur Virat bhai ka partnership kaafi smooth chal raha tha. Virat bhai ka confidence toh top level par tha, unka experience aur calm nature har shot mein nazar aa raha tha.

Hum dono achhe runs bana rahe the, aur stadium mein thoda excitement aur cheer ho raha tha. 54 runs par Virat bhai ne ek beautiful shot maara, par pat cummins ki unexpected ball ne unko out kar diya.

Aur phir, silence... stadium mein ek ajeeb si khamoshi chhayi thi. Sab log Virat bhai ke out hone ka shock absorb kar rahe the. Kisi ko bhi samajh nahi aa raha tha, “Yeh kya ho gaya?” Sab ka face blank tha, aur khud Virat bhi uss moment pe dekh rahe the, jaise unhe yakeen na ho raha ho.


Virat bhai ke out hone ke baad, sab kuch thoda shant ho gaya tha. Stadium ka vibe bilkul change ho gaya. Players ke chehre pe tension thi, aur hum sab jaane anjaane mein thoda nervous ho rahe the. “Aaj ka match kuch aise turns le raha hai, jo humne socha nahi tha,” main soch raha tha.


India ki batting jab chal rahi thi, toh main (Aveer) crease par solid play kar raha tha. Shreyas Iyer ke sath ek strong partnership ban gayi thi. Hum dono kaafi comfortable feel kar rahe the aur apne shots confidently maar rahe the.

“Yeh match hum jeet sakte hain, bas apni batting pe focus rakho,” maine apne aap se socha, jab Shreyas ne ek aur boundary maar di.

Aur phir aayi century ka moment. Ek badiya pull shot maara, aur main 100 runs par pahuncha. Sab kuch itna natural lag raha tha, ki jaise maine kuch special nahi kiya ho. Sabhi players ne cheer kiya, aur stadium mein ek joy ka moment tha.


Shreyas Iyer aur maine milke India ko stable position pe rakh diya. Fir KL Rahul ke sath bhi achha khel raha tha. 280 runs ka target humne banaya, aur humne khud ko kaafi confident mehsoos kiya.

KL ne bhi apne usual self mein play kiya, lekin hamare liye yeh moment pura family jaise tha. Ek ke baad ek shots maarte ja rahe the, aur hum sab apni batting ke flow mein chalte ja rahe the.

Mid-Innings Break:

Mid-innings break ke dauran, sabhi players apni performance discuss kar rahe the. Main thoda tired feel kar raha tha, lekin apne century ke baad ek alag hi energy thi.

Virat bhai ne aake bola, “Aree Aveer, yeh kya kar diya tumne! Lagta hai team ko bhi tumhare jaise run machine chahiye!”

Sab log hans rahe the, aur main bas smile sath ke bola, “Arre, run machine aap the , hai aur rahenge aur abhi toh match aage bhi baaki hai. Achha khelna hai bas.”


Suddenly, sky ( Surya kumar yadav) ne bola , “Yaar, Aveer, tumne century banayi hai, toh aaj party teri taraf se
Rohit bhai ne bhi “yeh aaj jeete toh aveer hi party dega”


Sab hansne lage, aur maine bola, “Agar aise hi jokes sunte rahe, toh match ka tension hi chala jaayega!”

Sab ki laugh ki wajah se dressing room mein ek relaxed atmosphere ban gaya tha. Hum sab thoda chill kar rahe the, lekin sabko pata tha ki final target abhi win karna hai.

Australia innings starts

Australia ki batting ki shuruaat bekaar thi. Pehle 3 wickets 47 par jaldi gir gaye the, hum sab kaafi hopeful the. Lekin jaise-jaise overs guzar rahe the, Travis Head aur Marnus Labuschagne ne run banana shuru kar diya. Score ho chuka tha 193/3. Dressing room mein sab silent the. Kyuki australia ki batting bohat badi hai maxwell ka bhi aana baki tha pat cummins bhi batting kar sakte the .

Tension Everywhere:

Koi bol nahi raha tha. Coach, Rohit, Virat – sabki aankhon mein tension dikh rahi thi. Main mid on par fielding kar raha tha, aur dil mein sirf ek hi baat chal rahi thi – “Yeh humse chhoot toh nahi gaya?”

Stadium mein log chup ho gaye the. Kuch log aankh poch rahe the. Ek emotional wave chal rahi thi. Har Indian fan sirf ek hi dua kar raha tha – “Kuch miracle ho jaaye.”

Call from the Captain:

Aur tabhi, Rohit bhai mere paas aaye. “Aveer… tujhe ball chahiye?”

Maine sir hilaaya. Unhone ball mere haath mein diya aur bola, “Travis ko out kar de . Bas ek baar yeh wicket gira, sab palat jaayega.”

Main bowling mark par gaya. Dil itna zor se dhadak raha tha ki spike bhi uska beat miss kar raha tha.


Ball daala... thoda bounce, thoda off cutter wide length par kiya gaya... Travis Head ne cut kiya... Virat Kohli slip mein tayyar the.

Catch hua. Silence… fir dhamaka.

Virat bhai ne pakad liya mujhe . Poora stadium hil gaya, Shor gunja.

Main wahi ground pe ruk gaya, shock mein. Fir Virat bhai aayae aur hug kiya – “YOU DID IT BRO!”

Collapse Begins:

Us ke baad toh jaise bowling attack activate ho gaya. Shami bhai ne agla wicket liya. Bumrah bhai ne perfect yorker daala. Australia ka batting line-up bikhar gaya.

Har wicket ke sath crowd mein ek naya energy aata gaya. Har ball pe cheer, har catch pe scream.


Aur fir... wo aakhri ball hazewood ka... aakhri wicket...

Stump udaya... ball hawa mein... aur INDIA WINS!

Main ground pe ghutno pe baith gaya. Aankhon mein paani tha, lekin smile ke saath.

Wo lamha badla toh aaya tha.


India's Victory:

Finally, humne World Cup 2023 jeet liya! Ahmedabad mein stadium mein ek zabardast celebration ho raha tha. Hamari team ne 10 runs se Australia ko hara diya, aur sabhi players apni hard work ka phal enjoy kar rahe the


Ahmedabad ke ground mein har jagah taaliyon ki goonj thi. Mera naam har kisi ki zubaan par tha. Everyone was praising me for my all-round performance, aur media toh khudko bhi mujhe chase kar raha tha! Mere liye yeh ek dream come true moment tha.

Award Ceremony:

Aur phir aayi wo moment — Prime Minister ne mujhe bula kar mere performance ki tarif ki. Unhone kaha, "Aapne sirf apni team ko nahi, pure India ko jeetne ka moka diya. Aap par hame garv hai." Yeh sun kar mujhe toh bas apne aur desh ke liye kuch karne ka aur zyada jazba tha. Prime Minister ki tarif se mera dil bhar gaya tha.

Celebration Moment:

Fir aayi trophy ki unveiling, aur wo lamha tha, jisme pura stadium humare saath tha. Sab players apne apne alag-alag expressions ke saath celebrate kar rahe the. Virat Kohli aur Rohit Sharma ke saath mein trophy uthana ek badi baat thi. Main apne team ke saath is lamhe ko jeene ki koshish kar raha tha. Sab ka chehra khush tha.

Funny Character Turns Emotional:

Maine aksar apne funny aur chilled-out nature se team ko hasi-mazak mein rakha tha, lekin yeh moment itna emotional tha ki main apne aap ko nahi sambhal paya. Main jab trophy ko apne haath mein utha kar dekhta hoon, tab meri aankhon mein aansu aa jate hain. Sabhi log jo mere saath masti karte the, unhe dekh kar dil bhar gaya. Main samajh nahi paya ki yeh moment kitna important hai, lekin apne desh ki jeet ke baad yeh sab kuch sach mein emotional tha. Aur main sochta hoon, "Mujhe yeh sab kuch hamare desh ke liye karna tha." Sab kuch itna overwhelming ho gaya ki main funny character ke bajaye emotional ho gaya.

Final Thoughts:

Is victory ke baad, sabhi players aur fans ki wajah se jo dikhayi gayi unity aur spirit, wo sach mein hamare liye lifetime memory ban gayi. Yeh World Cup sirf ek jeet nahi, balki har Indian ke dil mein hamesha rahne wala moment ban gaya tha. Aur main, jo thoda fun-loving tha, us pal mein apne desh ke liye apni emotions ko pehchan gaya


Sab kuch perfect tha. India ne World Cup jeet liya tha, hum sab celebration mein doobe hue the. Virat, Rohit, Hardik, sabhi team members ek dusre ko congratulate kar rahe the, aur main apni jeet ka maza le raha tha. Pura stadium humare saath tha. Yaha tak ki Prime Minister ne mujhe bulakar tarif ki thi.

Main khush tha, par kuch ajeeb sa lag raha tha... jaise sab kuch bahut perfect ho raha ho.


Aur phir, bas, ek ajeeb si awaaz aayi... "Aveer, uth ja!"

Main palat kar dekha, God ki ek roshni thi, jo mujhe lag raha tha ki sab kuch sach ho. Lekin bas itna hota hai ki phir meri maa ka chehra samne aata hai. Wo mujhe uthane ke liye apne haath se mere kandhe pe touch karti hai.


"Kya? Kya ho raha tha?" Main dheere se jhuka aur dekha ki sab kuch badal gaya. God ,Stadium, Prime Minister, Rohit sharma ,Virat Kohli sab aur world Cup trophy—sab kuch gayab ho gaya. Main apne maa ke kitchen mein tha.

Meri maa ka chehra, unka thoda gussa aur thodi si concern thi. Wo mujhse bola, "Uth, nalayak! Kahan so gaya tha kitchen mein? Tere liye chai bana rahi thi." Subah ho gayi pani peene aaya tha aur yahi so gaya”


Ab meri aankhon mein wo sapna (dream) jab se main god se mila, wo jeet, sab kuch ab ek illusion lag raha tha. Woh moment, wo victory, sab kuch—sab kuch sach mein sapna tha. Sab kuch mere dimaag mein tha, ek perfect world ka illusion tha.

Main apne aap ko samajh raha tha ki jo kuch bhi hua, woh sirf ek dream tha. Mera asli reality kuch aur hi tha. Maine apni maa ko dekha aur thoda hansa tha , "Maa, kuch ajeeb tha… aur phir unhe sab kuch bataya ki kya hua "


Meri maa muskurayi aur boli, "Beta, sapne ache hote hain, par asli duniya mein hi jeena hota hai." Main thoda emotional ho gaya aur us moment ko samajh gaya—ki duniya jo bhi ho, sab se zaroori apne asli ghar aur apno ke saath hona hota hai.

Maine apni maa ki baat samajhi, aur apni zindagi ke is naye chapter ki shuruat ki. Yeh sapna tha, jo mujhe reality ke bare mein sochne ka mauka de gaya. Aur is baar, main apne sapne ko asli duniya mein laane ki koshish karunga.

2027 AUSTRALIA AUR WORLD CUP AA RAHA HU MAIN
READY REHNA

ISS BAAR SAPNA MEIN NAHI ASLI MEIN INDIA WINNER HOGA

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Readers Aapke review ka wait rahega

IT'S a special for me
I hope ek funny way mein shuru hui aur emotional aur motivational mein ki gayi ending aapko pasand aayegi

Aur sabse main baat I hope god ke sath jo funny moments create kare usse kissi ko bura na lage or any cricketer characters ke liye dil mein respect hai agar unke character mein koi bhi galti dikhe toh sorry mera maksad kisi ko hurt karna nahi tha.

 

[Raj_sharma]

विश्वास और इंतज़ार

Spoiler

सुबह से हो रही हल्की हल्की बूँदा बाँदी ने तेज बारिश का रूप ले लिया था। बारिश की आवाज से शेखर की नींद खुल गयी।

कुछ देर वो बिस्तर पर यूँ ही अलसाया सा लेटा रहा। थोड़ी देर बाद उठा, उसने किचन में जाकर कॉफी बनाई और कॉफी का मग लेकर बाहर बाल्कनी में आ गया।

वो बाल्कनी में बैठकर दूर पहाड़ियों पर उतरे बादलों को देख रहा था। ऐसा लग रहा था कि बादलों ने उन पहाड़ियों पर अपना घर बना लिया हो। नीचे बारिश हो रही थी। हवा भी तेज चल रही थी।

हवा के झोंके रह रह कर शेखर के बालों को बिखेर रहे थे। वो मंत्र मुग्ध सा बादलों को नीचे उतरे देख रहा था। प्रकृति के वो नजारे और बारिश का शोर, शेखर के अंदर एक हलचल मचा रहा था।

कल रात से न जाने क्यों, उसे शिखा की बहुत याद आ रही थी। वो समझ नहीं पा रहा था, क्यों उसके साथ ऐसा हो रहा है? शिखा को छोड़े उसे सत्रह साल हो गये थे।

हाँ, छोड़े हुए...उससे शादी न करने का फैसला शेखर ने ही तो लिया था। और छोड़ दिया था शिखा को उसकी किस्मत के भरोसे।

उसने एक बार भी नहीं सोचा गरीब, अनाथ शिखा उसके बिना कैसे जिएगी? आज शिखा को याद करके वो अपने दिल को काबू नहीं कर पाया। और बह जाने दिया उसने खुद को शिखा की यादों में..

रिवाइंड होती यादों की रील कॉलेज के दिनों में पंहुच कर रुकी। जहाँ से शेखर एक बार फिर यादों के ट्रैक पर आगे चल पड़ा।

हल्के नीले रंग की डेनिम की जींस और सफेद टी शर्ट पहने, हाथ में गिटार लिए शेखर फ्रेशर्स पार्टी में गाना गा रहा था।

*ऐसे न मुझे तुम देखो
*सीने से लगा लूँगा,
*तुमको मैं चुरा लूँगा तुमसे,
*दिल में छिपा लूँगा...

और ये गाना न जाने कितनी लड़कियों के दिल को धड़का गया था। हर वो लड़की जो उसे गाते हुए देख रही थी, उसे लग रहा था ये गाना शेखर उसके लिए गा रहा है।

जूनियर तो जूनियर, सीनियर्स भी इस गाने में खो गये थे। लड़के लड़कियाँ सब। उनके युवा दिल में हलचल मच गयी थी।

प्रोग्राम खुले मैदान में हो रहा था। मौसम सुहाना था। गनीमत थी बारिश नहीं हो रही थी जबकि जुलाई आखिर में कब बारिश हो जाए, कोई ठिकाना नहीं होता।

शेखर के गाने का साथ आज मौसम भी दे रहा था। हल्की हल्की हवा हर दिल में जलतरंग बजा रही थी। हर कोई गाने में खोया हुआ था।

गाना खत्म होते ही तालियों से सारा मैदान गूँज उठा। लड़के जहाँ सीटी बजा रहे थे, वहीं लड़कियाँ \"वन्स मोर, वन्स मोर\" का शोर मचा रही थीं।

एक बार फिर शेखर ने माइक संभाला और गिटार हाथ में लेकर फिर से उसी गाने की राग छेड़ दी।
हर किसी की नजर शेखर पर थी। लेकिन शेखर की नज़रें उस लड़की पर टिकी थीं, जो देख तो उसी को रही थी, लेकिन कहीं खोई हुई थी।

वो बहुत ही साधारण सा सूट पहने थी। कमर तक लंबी चोटी उसने बांए कंधे पर आगे की ओर डाल रखी थी। रंग गोरा था लेकिन चेहरा साधारण था। वो किसी सोच में डूबी थी।

शेखर एक टक उसी को देख रहा था। एक आकर्षण सा था उसकी आँखों में, जिसमें शेखर गाना गाते गाते खो गया था।

पार्टी खत्म होते होते सात बज गये। अब हर किसी को घर जाने की जल्दी थी। आसमान पर बादल भी छाने लगे। शिखा सीने से बैग चिपकाये घर की ओर चल दी। चाल में स्वाभाविक रूप से तेजी आ गयी थी।

कुछ दूर बढ़ते ही बारिश तेज हो गयी। शिखा बारिश से बचने के लिए शेड में जाने के लिए सोच ही रही थी कि तभी शेखर की गाड़ी एकदम उसके पास आकर रुकी।

\"आइए, मैं आपको आपके घर तक छोड़ दूँ।\"

\"नहीं नहीं, मैं चली जाऊंगी। आप परेशान न होइए।\"
शिखा की बोलते हुए जबान लड़खड़ा गयी थी। जिस बंदे से कॉलेज की सारी लड़कियाँ बात करने के लिए मरी जाती हैं, वो ही बंदा उसे उसके घर छोड़ने का ऑफर दे रहा था। लेकिन शिखा उसके साथ बैठने में हिचकिचा रही थी।

\"अरे! आप घबरा क्यों रही हैं? भीग गयीं तो बिना वजह बीमार पड़ जाएँगी। मैं सही सलामत आपको आपके घर छोड़ दूंगा।\"

शिखा को समझ नहीं आ रहा था कि वो क्या करे? बारिश तेज हो रही थी। शिखा के पास कोई चारा नहीं था, शेखर के साथ गाड़ी में बैठने के अलावा।

रास्ते में शेखर ने उसका इंटरव्यू ले डाला।

शिखा ने बताया कि वो अनाथ है, कोई नहीं है उसका। ये सुनकर शेखर को दुःख हुआ। उसने मन ही मन ठान लिया कि वो शिखा का सहारा बनेगा, एक दोस्त की तरह।

लेकिन, दोस्ती धीरे धीरे प्यार में बदल गयी।

शिखा की जिंदगी में शेखर का आना उसको एक अलग ही दुनियाँ में ले गया। जहाँ जाकर वो सब कुछ भूल गयी। भूल गयी कि वो एक गरीब और अनाथ है। अनाथालय में पली बढ़ी है। भूल गयी कि शेखर एक अमीर घर का लड़का है। शेखर आकाश है तो वो धरती।

और सबसे बड़ी बात वो ये भूल गयी कि आकाश और धरती का मिलन कभी नहीं होता। हाँ, क्षितिज पर उनके मिलने का आभास मात्र होता है। वास्तविकता तो यही है कि वो कभी मिल नहीं सकते।

शिखा के लिए शेखर पूरी दुनियाँ था। लेकिन शेखर के लिए शिखा के अलावा भी एक दुनियाँ थी...उसका परिवार।

शेखर जानता था, उसके घर वाले शिखा को कभी स्वीकार नहीं करेंगे। फिर भी उसे अपनी किस्मत पर भरोसा था। भरोसा इस बात का कि, वो अपने मम्मी पापा का इकलौता बेटा है, इसलिए वो अपने प्यार को अपना बनाने के लिए उनको तैयार कर लेगा।

लेकिन किस्मत ने शेखर का साथ नहीं दिया। उसके पापा दोनों की शादी करने को किसी भी तरह तैयार नहीं हुए।

उन्होंने साफ कह दिया कि,
\"अगर शिखा से शादी करनी है तो तुमको हम लोगों को छोड़ना पड़ेगा।\"

\"अरे पापा! आप ये क्या कह रहे हैं? मैं न तो आप लोगों को छोड़ सकता हूँ और न ही शिखा के बिना रह सकता हूँ। प्लीज़ पापा! आप एक बार शिखा से मिल लीजिए..”

शेखर के पापा उसकी मम्मी की तरफ मुड़े और दाँत पीसते हुए बोले,
\"शेखर की मम्मी! कह दो अपने लाडले से, दो दिन में फैसला करके मुझे बता दे कि वो दोनों में से किसको चुनेगा?\"

और ये कहकर वो अपने कमरे में चले गये। शेखर ने एक उम्मीद से अपनी मम्मी की तरफ देखा। उसकी मम्मी की झुकी हुई नजरें पापा की बात का समर्थन कर रही थीं।

शेखर की आँखों में आँसू आ गये। फूट फूट कर रो पड़ा, एक पल को वो भूल गया वो एक लड़का है और लड़कों को इस तरह रोना शोभा नहीं देता।

उस दिन के बाद वो शिखा से नहीं मिला। वो स्वार्थी हो गया। जिन्होंने उसे जन्म दिया, उनको वो कैसे छोड़ सकता था? उसने अपने मन को समझा लिया कि प्यार पाने का नाम नहीं, बल्कि कुर्बानी का नाम है।

शेखर ने शिखा को इस बारे में कुछ नहीं बताया। वो जानता था कि शिखा उसे बहुत प्यार करती है और इस तरह कुछ भी न बताकर वो शिखा के मन में अपने प्रति नफ़रत भर देना चाहता था। उसने सोचा था कि शिखा उससे प्यार करके उसके बिना नहीं रह पाएगी लेकिन नफरत करके शायद वो उसे भूल जाए।

शेखर शिखा को भुला कर पापा की बताई किसी और लड़की से शादी करने को बिल्कुल तैयार नहीं था। उसने अपने पापा की जिद के आगे शिखा को छोड़ देना तो मंजूर कर लिया था लेकिन उसने किसी और लड़की से शादी नहीं की।

उसके लिए शिखा के प्यार को भुला पाना नामुमकिन था। वैसे भी किसे के लिए अपने प्यार को भुला पाना इतना आसान कहाँ होता है, वो भी पहला प्यार..और फिर शिखा उसका पहला ही नहीं आखिरी प्यार भी थी।

आज पहाड़ी पर उतरे बादलों को देखकर उसे शिखा की बहुत याद आ रही थी। शिखा अक्सर कहती थी,
\"शेखर! मुझे बादलों के उस पार जाना है। उस पार की दुनियाँ देखनी है मुझे।\"

शिखा की ये बातें सुनकर शेखर मुस्कुरा देता और कहता,
\"शिखा! एक दिन मैं तुमको ऐसी दुनियाँ जरूर दिखाऊंगा।\"

आज शेखर के सामने बादलों के पार की दुनियाँ थी, लेकिन उसको देखने वाली शिखा नहीं थी उसके साथ।

वो आज खुद को अपराधी महसूस कर रहा था। शिखा से दूर होने के बाद उसने कभी शिखा का हाल लेने की कोशिश नहीं की। फिर आज उसे शिखा की याद क्यों आ रही थी? पूरे सत्रह साल हो गये थे।

रह रह कर एक गाना उसे याद आ रहा था जिसे शिखा अक्सर गुनगुनाती थी..
*जब कोई बात बिगड़ जाए,
*जब कोई मुश्किल पड़ जाए,
*तुम देना साथ मेरा,
*ओ हमनवा..
*न कोई है न कोई था,
*ज़िंदगी मेअं तुम्हारे सिवा,
*तुम देना साथ मेरा,
*ओ हम-नवा..

ये गाना याद आते ही शेखर तड़प उठा। उसे शिखा की वो उम्मीदें याद आ गयीं जो ये गाना गाते समय उसकी आँखों में हुआ करती थीं। वो शिखा की तरफ से जितना ध्यान हटाने की कोशिश करता, उतना ही शिखा का भोला चेहरा उसकी आँखों के आगे आ जाता।

बारिश अब कुछ कम हो गयी थी। नीचे चारों तरफ पानी ही पानी था। पानी शेखर की आँखों में भी था। आँख बंद करते ही दो बूँदें उसके गालों पर लुढ़क गयीं।

शेखर का दिल कह रहा था कि उसे एक बार शिखा से मिलना चाहिए। लेकिन कैसे और क्यों? वो भी इतने सालों बाद।

शेखर ने इतने सालों में बस पैसा ही कमाया था। अंधाधुँध पैसा। उसके पापा को भी तो बस पैसा ही चाहिए था। शेखर पैसा कमाने की मशीन बन गया।

शेखर के मम्मी पापा ने बहुत चाहा कि वो शादी कर ले। लेकिन शादी न करने के फैसले वो पर अड़ गया।

शेखर को शिखा की यादें जब बेचैन करने लगीं तो उसने अपना फोन निकाला। शिखा का नम्बर उसके पास नहीं था। तभी उसे इन्दू अनाथालय की याद आई। यहीं तो रहा करती थी शिखा।

इन्दू अनाथालय का नम्बर तो उसे मिल गया लेकिन उसके दिमाग में उधेड़बुन थी कि क्या अनाथालय से उसे शिखा का नम्बर मिल पाएगा? पता नहीं अब शिखा वहाँ रहती भी है या नहीं?
लेकिन उसे ज्यादा मेहनत नहीं करनी पड़ी।

अनाथालय वालों ने शिखा का पता और फोन नम्बर बता दिया।

शिखा का नम्बर मिलते ही वो खुद को शिखा के करीब महसूस करने लगा। लेकिन उसका नम्बर मिलाने में शेखर के हाथ काँप रहे थे, दिल की धड़कनें तेज हो गयीं। पूरा नम्बर मिलाते मिलाते उसको अपनी धड़कनें साफ सुनाई दे रहीं थीं।

उसने झट से फोन काट दिया और माथे पर उभर आईं पसीने की नन्ही नन्ही बूँदों को उसने पोछा। दो तीन बार ऐसा ही करता रहा...बार बार शिखा का नम्बर मिलाता और बार बार काट देता।

आखिर में मन को कड़ा करके नम्बर मिला ही दिया। लगातार घंटी बजती रही। शेखर फोन काटने वाला ही था कि उधर से किसी बच्ची ने ‘हेलो’ बोला।

शिखा की जगह एक बच्ची की आवाज सुनते ही शेखर हड़बड़ा गया। कहीं न कहीं उसके दिल को धक्का सा लगा।

\"क्या मैं शिखा जी से बात कर सकता हूँ?\"

\"आप कौन बोल रहे हैं अंकल?\"

\"मैं शिखा जी का मित्र हूँ, हम कॉलेज में साथ पढ़ते थे।\"

\"कहीं आप शेखर अंकल तो नहीं बोल रहे?\"

\"हाँ हाँ, मैं ही हूँ।\"

अचानक एक बच्ची के मुँह से अपना नाम सुनकर शेखर चौंक गया. उसे समझ नहीं आ रहा था कि वो उस बच्ची से कैसे पूछे कि वो कौन है? जबकि वो जान रहा था सब... लेकिन मन का एक कोना उस सच्चाई को स्वीकार नहीं करना चाह रहा था। तभी वो बच्ची फिर बोली,

\"अंकल! प्लीज़, आप घर आ जाइए, मम्मी की हालत ठीक नहीं है, वो बस आपको ही याद करती हैं।\"

\"शिखा की बेटी कह रही है मम्मी की हालत बहुत खराब है। वो उसको याद करती है। लेकिन ये कैसे हो सकता है? शिखा के पति.... शायद न हों..या शायद तलाक दे दिया हो शिखा को..लेकिन क्यों? और फिर शिखा मुझे क्यों याद करती है?\"

शेखर के मन में बहुत कुछ चल रहा था। तभी उस बच्ची की आवाज फिर आई,

\"हेलो अंकल! आप सुन रहें हैं न? प्लीज़ आप जल्दी आ जाइए। शायद मम्मी के भीतर आपसे मिलकर, फिर से जीने की उम्मीद जाग जाए। अंकल! हम दोनों बहनें मम्मी के बिना अनाथ हो जाएँगी। प्लीज़ अंकल, बचा लो मेरी मम्मी को।\"
फूट फूट कर रो पड़ी वो बच्ची।

आँसू शेखर की आँखों में भी आ गये। जिससे दूर होकर वो हमेशा तड़पता रहा था, आज उसी से मिलने जाने की सोचकर उसकी आंखें नम हो गयीं थीं। शिखा बीमार थी और उसकी बेटी उससे प्रार्थना कर रही थी कि वो उसकी मम्मी को बचा ले..

शिखा की बेटी से फोन पर बात करने से लेकर शिखा के घर पंहुचने तक वो जैसे अपने होश में नहीं था। इतनी देर बस शिखा की यादों में खोया रहा।

शायद जानबूझकर... क्योंकि उसकी बीमारी का सुनकर वो आगे का कुछ भी सोचना नहीं चाहता था।

दरवाजा एक बा.. ते.. साल की बच्ची ने खोला। जैसे ही शेखर ने अपना परिचय दिया वो शेखर से लिपटकर रो पड़ी।

शेखर किसी अनिष्ट की आशंका से घबरा गया। उसने बच्ची को चुप करा कर शिखा के बारे में पूछा।

बच्ची अपने आँसू पोछते हुए उसे अंदर ले गयी। सामने पलंग पर एक पाँच फिट का बेहद थका, ज़िंदगी की जंग से हारा सा शरीर पड़ा था। जो सिर्फ चार फिट का आभास दे रहा था।

रंग काला पड़ चुका था, सिर के बाल भी काफी हद तक झड़ चुके थे। शेखर शिखा को देखते ही तड़प उठा। अब तक रुके उसके आँसू बगावत कर उठे।

तभी शिखा की आँखों में हल्की सी हलचल हुई। शायद उसे शेखर के वहाँ होने का आभास हो गया था। उसने आँखें खोलने की कोशिश की।

इस कोशिश में उसकी पलके कई बार खुली बंद हुईं। लेकिन आखिर में शिखा आँखें खोलने में कामयाब हो गयी।

शेखर को देखते ही उसकी आँखों से आँसू बहने लगे। लेकिन अब चेहरे पर चिन्ताओं की जगह असीम संतोष ने ले ली।

अब तक उसकी आँखों में अपनी बेटियों के भविष्य को लेकर जो डर था, उसकी जगह शेखर को देखते ही एक सुकून था। अब खुद के मरने का कोई डर नहीं था। उसके होंठ काँपे।

फीकी मुस्कुराहट आ गयी उसके होंठो पर। बहुत कुछ कहना चाह रही थी वो, लेकिन होंठ उसका साथ नहीं दे रहे थे। फिर भी बहुत कोशिश करने पर उसके मुँह से सिर्फ़ एक शब्द निकला...”शेखर”.

शेखर ने आगे बढ़कर शिखा को बाँहों में भर लिया। उसकी बाँहों में आकर शिखा उससे एक छोटी\' बच्ची की तरह चिपक गयी। शिखा की दोनों बेटियाँ रो रही थीं। शिखा और शेखर की आँखों में आँसू थे।

थोड़ी देर में शेखर को वहाँ शिखा की बेटियों के होने का आभास हुआ। उसने जल्दी से शिखा को लिटा दिया।

तभी शिखा की बड़ी बेटी ने शिखा की रिपोर्ट शेखर की तरफ बढ़ा दी।

कुछ पल शेखर शिखा की बेटी के हाथ में पकड़ी उस रिपोर्ट को देखता रहा, जिसे खोलकर अंदर से देखने की हिम्मत फिलहाल उसमें नहीं थी। वो शिखा को देखकर जो समझ रहा था, उसकी रिपोर्ट देखकर हकीकत का सामना कैसे कर सकता था।

अंदर ही अंदर वो टूटता जा रहा था लेकिन फिर भी उसके आगे तीन जिंदगी थीं, जो उसपर आस लगाए थीं। ऐसे में उसे संभालना ही था खुद को।
शेखर ने कांपते हाथों से रिपोर्ट ले ली। लेकिन उसको खोलकर देखने में उसे काफी समय लगा।

इस बीच वहाँ ऐसा सन्नाटा छाया था, जिसका शोर वो चारों अपने भीतर सुन रहे थे। रिपोर्ट देखते ही शेखर की आशंका सही हो गयी। शिखा को वास्तव में कैंसर ही था, ब्रैस्ट कैंसर...

एक ब्रैस्ट हटाया जा चुका था। सरकारी अस्पताल में हुआ था ऑपरेशन। लेकिन उसके बाद होने वाली कीमोथैरेपी कष्टकारी थी। हालाँकि सरकारी अस्पताल में शिखा का इलाज चल रहा था लेकिन काफी समय से वो चलने फिरने में असमर्थ हो गयी थी, तो बाकी की कीमोथैरेपी नहीं हो पाई थीं।

बेटियाँ कैसे मैनेज करतीं सब? बच्चियाँ ही तो थीं वो। लेकिन शेखर के आ जाने से दोनों बच्चियों की आँखों में एक आशा की किरण नज़र आ रही थी।

शेखर ने कुछ फोन किए और शिखा को गोद में उठाया और दोनों बच्चियों को लेकर पहले तो सरकारी अस्पताल में शिखा के डॉक्टर से मिला, उनसे ट्रीटमेंट की फाइल लेकर शहर के सबसे बड़े कैंसर अस्पताल में शिखा को एडमिट करा दिया।

इस सबके लिए उसको पैसा पानी की तरह बहाना पड़ा, जो उसके लिए मामूली बात थी। बिना पैसे के न तो सरकारी अस्पताल का डॉक्टर ट्रीटमेंट की फाइल देता और न ही इतने बड़े कैंसर अस्पताल में इतनी जल्दी शिखा को एडमिट कराया जा सकता था।

इतना करते करते वो पूरी तरह थक चुका था। शिखा आई सी यू में थी और वो दोनों बच्चियों को कुछ खिलाने पिलाने ले गया। लेकिन पूरे समय शेखर के दिमाग में बस एक ही सवाल कौंधता रहा कि शिखा के पति कहाँ हैं?

तीनों आई सी यू के बाहर रिसेप्शन में आकर बैठ गये। एसी चल रहा था। शिखा की छोटी बेटी शेखर की गोद में सिर रखकर सो चुकी थी। शेखर की गोद में आकर एक सुकून था उसके चेहरे पर।

शेखर के दिमाग में बस एक ही सवाल उथल पुथल मचाए हुए था। आखिर उसने शिखा की बड़ी बेटी से पूछ ही लिया,
\"बेटी! तुम्हारे पापा कहाँ हैं?\"

\"पापा??...नहीं हैं वो..

\"मतलब??\"

\"अंकल! हम दोनों बहनें अनाथ थीं। मम्मी ने अनाथालय से गोद लिया है हमे।\"

\"क्या??\" शेखर की आवाज में आश्चर्य मिश्रित खुशी थी।

लेकिन तभी उसके मन के एक कोने में कुछ सवाल उठे कि शिखा के पति कहाँ हैं? उसने बच्चियों को गोद क्यों लिया? इन सवालों के जवाब तो शिखा से ही मिल सकते थे।

शिखा की कीमोथैरेपी उसी दिन की गयी। दो दिन बाद शिखा कुछ बोलने लायक हुई। शरीर पहले ही खोखला हो चुका था, लेकिन अब शेखर को देखने के बाद उसके अंदर जीने की इच्छा जाग गयी थी।

शेखर प्यार था उसका, और आज उसका प्यार, उसका शेखर उसके पास था तो वो कैसे उसे छोड़कर जा सकती थी।

शेखर शिखा का हाथ पकड़कर उसके पास बैठ गया। दोनों एक दूसरे को बस एकटक देख रहे थे। दोनों के लब खामोश थे लेकिन उनकी आँखों से बह रहे आँसू एक दूसरे से बातें कर रहे थे।

अगले दिन शिखा हॉस्पिटल से डिस्चार्ज हो गयी। बीस दिन बाद फिर आना था चेकअप के लिए। शेखर शिखा और दोनों बच्चियों को पहाड़ी वाले घर ले आया। जहाँ से बादलों के पार की दुनियाँ दिख रही थी।

शिखा और दोनों बच्चियों को ऐसी ही दुनियाँ देखनी थी। हालाँकि जब उसने ये घर बनवाया था तब सोचा भी नहीं था कि वो शिखा को कभी यहाँ ला पाएगा। लेकिन घर की डिजाइन फाइनल करते समय उसके अन्तर्मन में शिखा जरूर थी।

दो तीन दिन बाद शेखर ने शिखा की दोनों बेटियों को बोर्डिंग में डाल दिया। वो यहाँ शिखा के साथ अकेला रहना चाहता था। और वो जी जान से शिखा की सेवा में जुट गया।

लेकिन उसके जेहन में शिखा के पति को लेकर जो सवाल थे वो अभी भी जवाब के इंतजार में थे। एक दो कीमोथैरेपी और हुईं शिखा की। अब उसमें धीरे धीरे सुधार हो रहा था।

एक तो शेखर ने उसकी सेवा में कोई कसर नहीं छोड़ी थी, दूसरी सबसे बड़ी बात, शिखा की जीने की इच्छा उसमें सुधार कर रही थी।

आज शेखर ने शिखा को नहला धुलाकर बाल्कनी में झूले पर बिठा दिया। वो खुद भी बगल में बैठ गया। शिखा की नज़रें सामने पहाड़ी पर उतरे बादलों पर थीं। वो एकटक सामने देख रही थी। तभी शेखर बोला,

\"शिखा! तुम्हारे पति...इतना कहकर शेखर चुप हो गया।

शिखा ने पलटकर उसे देखा और बहुत धीमी आवाज में बोली,
\"मैंने शादी नहीं की शेखर।\"

\"क्या????लेकिन क्यों ?\"

\" शेखर! शादी एक स्थूल चीज है। एक बहुत बड़ी जिम्मेदारी है। और मेरे पास दो बेटियों की जिम्मेदारियाँ थीं तो मैं और कोई जिम्मेदरी कैसे उठा सकती थी? शेखर! तुम न आते तो पता नहीं मेरी बेटियों का क्या होता?\"

\"शिखा! एक बात पूँछू?

\"हाँ शेखर पूछो। मैं भी तुमको सब कुछ बता देना चाहती हूँ। बीते सत्रह सालों की बहुत सी बातें।\"

\"तुमने इन बच्चियों को गोद क्यों लिया? जबकि तुम खुद भी एक अनाथालय में रहती थी।\"

शिखा एकटक सामने बादलों को देख रही थी जो बरसने को तैयार थे, जैसे अतीत को याद करते हुए उसके आँसू आँखों का साथ छोड़ने को तैयार थे। वो एक गहरी सांस लेते हुए बोली,

\"शेखर! तुम्हारे जाने के बाद मैं टूट गयी, बिना बताए तुम चले गये थे। तुम्हारे बिना मैं बिल्कुल अकेली हो गयी थी। बहुत इंतजार किया मैंने। लेकिन तुम कभी नहीं आए। मैं समझ गयी थी कि मेरी और तुम्हारी किस्मत अलग हो चुकी है। बस इसको अपनी नियति मान लिया था और मैंने पढ़ाई छोड़कर नौकरी कर ली। एक दिन रिया अनाथालय आई। कुछ दिन पहले पैदा हुई बच्ची को कोई इसलिए छोड़ गया था क्योंकि वो एक लड़की है। अनाथालय में हम सब मिलकर उसको पाल रहे थे। फिर एक साल बाद एक और बच्ची आई- जिया। दोनों बच्चियाँ हमारे लिए एक खिलौना सी थीं।\"

शिखा ने एक गहरी साँस ली। बहुत थके शब्दों से वो आगे बोली,
\"शेखर एक दिन मैंने सुना, रिया और जिया आपस में बात कर रहीं थीं कि बादलों के पार क्या है, उनको ये देखना है। मुझे अपना बचपन याद आ गया। और फिर याद आ गये तुम..जिसने अपनी शिखा से वादा किया था कि वो एक दिन उसको बादलों के उस पार की दुनियाँ दिखाएगा।

एक पल को शिखा फिर रुकी, उसने अपनी तेज हो चली साँसों को नियन्त्रित किया, फिर वो आगे बोली,
\"शेखर! रिया और जिया की बातें सुनकर मैंने फैसला कर लिया कि एक दिन मैं उनको बादलों के पार की दुनियाँ दिखाऊंगी। क्योंकि मैं नहीं चाहती थी कि वो एक और शिखा बनें ..एक अनाथ और बेसहारा...

शेखर की नजरें झुक गयीं, उसको आत्मग्लानि हो रही थी।

\"मैं नौकरी करती ही थी तो दोनों को अनाथालय से गोद लेकर एक किराए के घर में रहने लगी। मैं रिया और जिया के माथे से चिपका गरीब और अनाथ का लेबल हटाना चाहती थी। लेकिन एक बार फिर मेरी उम्मीदों का फैसला मेरी किस्मत को करना था और देखो मुझे कैंसर हो गया। मैं मरना नहीं चाहती थी। शायद इसीलिए ईश्वर ने तुमको मेरे पास भेज दिया। अब मुझे अपनी बेटियों की न तो चिंता है, न अपने मर जाने का दुख..!

शेखर शिखा के अंतिम शब्द सुनकर तड़प उठा। उसने शिखा के मुँह पर हाथ रख दिया। वो शिखा को अपने सीने से लगाते हुए बोला,

\"प्लीज़ शिखा! ऐसा न बोलो...मैं अब तुमको कहीं नहीं जाने दूँगा। तुम हमेशा मेरे पास रहोगी। अब हमें कोई जुदा नहीं कर सकता। हमारी किस्मत भी नहीं..!

शिखा कस कर शेखर से चिपक गयी। उसने आंखे बंद कर ली, जहाँ से दो बूँदें निकलकर शेखर के सीने में समा गयीं।
दो बूँदें शेखर की आँखों से भी गिरी, लेकिन दोनों की आँखों से गिरते आँसू इस बार खुशी के आँसू थे।

'ईती शुभम'
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मेरी प्रेम कहानी की हर राज हो तुम ,
जीवन का मैं गुजरा कल और आज हो तुम ।
खुद ही खुद में कितना करूं मैं तेरा बखान ,
मेरी हर एक ख़्वाहिशों की नाज हो तुम ।

पाकर तुझ को सब कुछ पाया और कोई अब चाह नहीं है,
मेरी हर एक मंजिल की आगाज हो तुम
बिन तेरे हर शाम मुझे सूना -सूना सा लगता था,
जीवन में खुशियाँ भरने आई हो मेरी हमराज हो तुम।

तुम से मिलकर दुनिया की हर एक बुलंदी को छुआ है,
मेरी इस जीवन की परवाज हो तुम।
मैंने जो कुछ भी लिखा है तेरी चाहत में लिखा है,
मेरे इन गीतों की अल्फाज हो तुम।।

समाप्त

 

[SHOTO]

A Chance​

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Genre : Romance

Spoiler

It was the month of January, cold morning, chilly breeze was blowing across the corridors of Sage International School, which was located in the heart of Bhopal, the city of lakes. Sunrays were penetrating clouds making a beautiful dawn. A soft fog curled around the building, blurring its edges.

After morning prayer, the school corridors were packed with students, moving between classes, sharing their daily stories. Among them, Ruhi was walking quietly. Her eyes were searching for a particular person and she saw him along with his friends. Just looking at him her heart skipped a beat, she calmed herself down, gathered her courage and walked towards him.

“Naitik sir, your assignment.” Ruhi muffled handing over a file.

Naitik, a tall handsome well dressed 18 year old boy, effortlessly cool. The school’s star student, golden boy. The one everyone admired, including her. Some girls had a crush on him whereas some were just fangirls who considered him as out of league while boys envied him.

Naitik pouted and with a high pitched voice to show fake frustration “How many times have I told you to call me Naitik only?”

“Ok…. Ok… Mr. Naitik, here is your assignment.” Ruhi replied unapologetically.

“Thank you so much, Ruhi……..huh…. words are not enough how thankful I am.” Naitik replied with so much compassion in his eyes showing how grateful he is.

“Leave it, your sincere thanks is enough for me. At least I would be happy that I helped someone who got into IIT even though I never will.” Ruhi replied with a gentle smile and happiness.

“I am getting late to my class…” She left for class, but turned back after a few steps and asked Naitik “If you are really grateful, you can bribe me with chocolate like other times.”

Ruhi left before Naitik could reply, he could only smile on her silliness.

“Wow bro you got an unpaid personal assistant.” Rahul patted Naitik with a smirk on his face. Rahul was nothing different from his group but he had empathy for others. He was always critical of Naitik handing over his work to Ruhi.

“There are many more beautiful girls, you could have picked anyone to complete your assignments. I don't know why you picked her.” Karan, the richest brat among them, said, making an icky mouth.

Naitik was losing his composure but still something stopped him, the judgment of his friends of their superiority complex.

“Lol, I can't even look at her man.” Ayush laughingly said, high fiving Karan and Karan burst out laughing.

Naitik quenched his fist in anger “Should we go to class now, we are getting late.”
Naitik and co left for the class.

He wanted to defend Ruhi but he didn't want to show that he cared for Ruhi in front of his friends, fearing their silent judgement.

And then there was Ruhi…

Ruhi was an average girl, average in looks, average in studies. But what she lacked in academics, she made up for in kindness, cheerfulness. She had been nursing a quiet admiration for Naitik for as long as she could remember. He was charming, intelligent, and respectful, everything she dreamed of in a person. Yet, he belonged to the so-called elite circle, the kind of people who never looked twice at someone like her.

Naitik was in 12th standard and his boards exams were just a month away, balancing school and IIT-JEE preparation was extremely difficult. The pressure was overwhelming. Assignments piled up, and deadlines were looming over his head. It was Ruhi who, without any hesitation, came to his rescue. She was a year junior to him but still tried her best. She stayed up late, completing his assignments, ensuring he had one less thing to worry about. She asked for nothing in return, only the satisfaction of knowing she had helped him in some way.

Prachi, Ruhi’s best friend, had been watching silently for months the late night study sessions, the way Ruhi would stay up finishing Naitik’s assignments, the way her eyes lit up just at the mention of his name. And finally, she couldn’t take it anymore.

One afternoon after class, Prachi confronted her gently but firmly “Ruhi… I know you like him.” she said, her voice was low but clear.

Ruhi looked away, fiddling with her notebook, trying to hide the slight blush on her cheeks “I don’t know what you're talking about.”

Prachi smiled sadly “You don’t need to pretend. I see how you look at him. And I see how hard you're working for him. But... Ruhi, are you sure he feels the same?”

“I am not doing it for anything in return” Ruhi said softly “I just… want to be there for him. That’s enough for me.”

Prachi placed a hand on hers “But is that enough for your heart?”

Ruhi was quiet. She dreamt a lot of things with Naitik. She knew everything was far from reality, but the only thing she could do was consoling her heart with a thread of hope.

After a long pause, she finally spoke “I know he doesn’t say much. But I feel it sometimes… in the way he looks at me when no one is watching. I know I might be fooling myself. But still… I’ve decided.”

Prachi raised an eyebrow “Decided what?”

“I will tell him. On farewell day. I know he’s leaving soon. I can’t let him go without telling him how I feel.”

Prachi hesitated “I think you already know the answer, Ruhi…. Just… promise me, no matter what happens, you won’t let his answer define your worth. You’re more than this feeling, Ruhi.”

Ruhi smiled through nervous eyes “I promise.”



The day of the farewell arrived. Naitik looked dashing in a black suit, surrounded by his usual group of friends. Ruhi wore a simple blue anarkali, her hair tied back with a tiny silver clip.

She found him near the garden behind the main building, away from the crowd. He was standing alone, leaning against a pillar, watching the sky.

“Naitik…” she called out, her voice was trembling.

He turned, his eyes softening the moment they landed on her.

“Ruhi.”

She smiled nervously, holding a small note in her hand. But she didn’t need it anymore “I know you're leaving soon… and maybe this is silly… but I had to say it. I like you. More than like you. I don’t know when it started, or why, but… I do. And I’m not expecting anything. I just… wanted you to know.”

Naitik's heart clenched. He had known this was coming. He had seen it in her eyes every time she handed him a file, every time her hand brushed against his. And somewhere deep down, he had always felt something too. But as her words echoed, he looked sideways. A group of classmates had seen them. Some were already whispering.

He looked at Ruhi again, her eyes full of hope and vulnerability.

And he did the unthinkable.

“I… Ruhi, I’m sorry. You’re a great person, truly. But I don’t feel the same.”

He saw the light in her eyes dim. She nodded quickly, blinking away tears “Of course. It’s okay. I understand.”

He wanted to say more. Wanted to scream that it wasn’t her, that it was him, his fear, his pride, his weakness. But the moment passed. She walked away.

Gossip started, people around them were coming with stories. Relentlessly taunting Ruhi. She couldn't take it all, it was breaking her apart from inside. Prachi couldn't see it anymore, so she took her bestie away from there. Naitik was unaware of all of this, he went with his friends, still lost in thoughts and Rahul noticed that too but didn't say anything.


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It had been a few months since farewell. Summer came, bringing with it the long awaited IIT-JEE results.

The moment Naitik refreshed the result portal and saw “AIR 275” flashing on his screen. A moment of joy, relief, and disbelief surged through him. He had made it. All those sleepless nights, the anxiety, the endless books, it had all been worth it.

Neha, his elder sister, is more like his moral guru. He always seeked her when he fell into a complex moral dilemma. When she saw the result, she screamed her heart out, probably causing an earthquake. Suman, her mother came running worried about her daughter.

“What happened, why are you shouting like you have seen a ghost?” Suman asked her daughter.

“Maa, Naitik got AIR 275.” She jumped on Suman with excitement, hugging her.

“Really?” Suman couldn't believe what she was hearing.

“Yes Maa, yes” Neha started celebrating, swirling her mom around. Suman was so proud of his son. They celebrated this success together.

Suman hugged her son “Beta, I am so proud of you. If your father was here he would have been proudest.” tears rolled on her cheeks remembering her husband.

Aditya, father of Neha and Naitik, was captain in the Indian Army. He passed away when Naitik was 8 years old.

“Maa, you again started crying.” Naitik sensed the sadness of his mom.

“She is not crying, they are tears of happiness. STUPID” Neha tried to lighten the mood.

“Who did you call stupid? Didn't you see I got AIR 275.” Naitik also joined in this banter.

“So what…” Neha rolled her eyes “Anyone can get this rank. No matter what you will do, you will always be stupid.” Neha laughed.

Naitik showed his fake anger by throwing a pillow on her and they started a pillow fight. Smile ran through Suman's face.

Suman left for the kitchen along with Neha, so that Naitik could talk to his friends and teachers as his phone was ringing continuously.

Hundreds of messages poured in, notifications popping like fireworks. His friends called him to congratulate him. But …. but amidst the noise, he was waiting for one message.

Ruhi.

He kept checking.

10 minutes.
An hour.
The entire day.
Nothing.

He told himself maybe she was busy. Maybe she didn’t know yet.

Neha also noticed the pain behind his happiness, and emptiness within him. She asked him, but Naitik shrugged it off with a smile on his face. Neha also didn't press much on this.


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August arrived, and with it, a new chapter in his life… IIT Delhi. The campus was everything he had dreamed of, bustling with ambition, filled with extraordinarily talented people, lectures that felt like marathons, and nights that turned into mornings over coding sessions.

But somewhere between the lectures and lab reports, a quiet pain always lingered in his heart.

They had only talked once since farewell, a single “Happy Birthday” text he had sent her and only got “Thank you” in reply, no emoji, no follow ups, nothing else.




Back in Bhopal, Ruhi’s new academic session began, but it wasn’t what she imagined. The same corridors that once gave her comfort now echoed with cruel whispers.

“She actually proposed him?”

“What was she thinking?”

“Did she really believe someone like him would ever like her back?”

“She should have seen herself in the mirror before proposing.”

Each taunt was a wound. She stopped smiling, stopped speaking much. She sank into silence. Depression wrapped her around. Only Prachi stood by her side.

Laughter, sneers, cruel smiles, day after day, it continued. Ruhi tried to ignore it. She focused on her books, on Prachi, on breathing. But even breathing started to feel difficult.

One afternoon in the washroom, she locked herself and cried, quietly, like always.
Prachi waited outside. When Ruhi finally arrived, her eyes were red, Prachi hugged her tight.

“You need to tell Naitik, Ruhi. He doesn’t know what’s happening here.”

“No.” Ruhi shook her head “He is in Delhi now. He is happy, doing well. I won’t pull him back into this. I was foolish to think I ever mattered that much.”

“You do matter, Ruhi. You matter a lot.”

Ruhi smiled weakly, brushing back tears “Let me fight my own battle, Prachi. Please.”

Prachi didn’t push further. But her heart ached watching her best friend fade day by day. There were days when Ruhi didn’t eat lunch, skipped classes, and stopped responding to messages.

Each day chipped a little more at her self worth, until she stopped recognizing her own reflection in the mirror.




Meanwhile in Delhi, Naitik was sitting in his hostel, staring at his phone. He scrolled through the texts Ruhi had once sent. The ones filled with late night encouragements, pictures of completed assignments, silly jokes, random memes. He had never deleted them.

He didn’t know it yet, but a distance away, someone needed him more than ever.



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One year later….


Naitik came back to Bhopal during semester break. As he rode through the streets of Bhopal, familiar memories passed by, thhe chai stall near school, the lane where Ruhi used to walk home with Prachi.

He reached home. His mom smothered him with affection, and his sister grinned as she always did, but it didn’t take long for her to sense that something still bothered him.

After a couple of days, one evening when he was at the general store, someone tapped him.

“Naitik” she said softly.

He turned “Prachi? What a surprise! You look… the same.”

Her eyes scanned his face “And you have changed.”

“I hope in a good way” he smiled faintly “How’s everything here? You?”

“I am okay. But I don't want to talk about me,” Prachi said, her voice was dropping.

He tilted his head, he knew what was coming “Then?”

She hesitated “It’s about Ruhi.”

Naitik’s breath caught. Her name still had the power to stir something inside him.

“She’s not okay, Naitik.”

He panicked “What do you mean?” his voice had desperation.

“You didn’t see what happened after you left,” she continued “She was torn apart. The teasing, the rumors, the judgement, our school turned into a laughing ground for her. She stopped talking, stopped smiling. I tried to help, I did. But… she built a wall no one could climb.”

Naitik’s voice was barely a whisper “Why didn’t anyone tell me?”

“She didn’t want you to know,” Prachi said, her eyes became wet “She thought she was a burden, said you were finally happy, and she didn’t want to ruin that. Can you believe that? Even when she was breaking, she was protecting you.”

Naitik was speechless, he wasn't able to collect his thoughts.

“Talk to her, Naitik.” Prachi left but Naitik was full of guilt and remorse, he started to question himself.

He left for home with the pain in his heart, looking for answers about himsel.


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The house was silent, Naitik sat alone in the living room. The silence was suffocating. From the hallway, Neha, watched him quietly, sensing a storm that had long been building. She walked in, with a cup of coffee in one hand.

“Still awake?” she asked softly, placing the cup in front of him.

Naitik looked up. His eyes were red “Yeah, couldn’t sleep.”

Neha didn’t press. She simply pulled a chair beside him, tucking her legs under herself.

“Want to talk?” she asked gently.

A moment passed.

“I ruined someone,” Naitik finally whispered.

Neha’s expression shifted, concern replacing curiosity “What do you mean?”

He exhaled, his hands were shaking, voice trembling and full of guilt.

“Ruhi” he said “Do you remember her? From school?”

“The girl who used to drop by sometimes with notes. Sweet girl.”

“She… she liked me. And I knew. And on the farewell day, she told me everything that she had feelings, that I mattered to her.” His voice cracked “And I just… rejected her… in front of everyone.”

Neha blinked “Why?”

He looked away, ashamed, and didn't have courage to look into her sister's eyes “Because I was scared. Scared of what people would think. My friends… They always joked about her that she wasn’t up to standards, or pretty enough, or... whatever enough. And I let that get to me.”

There was a pause. Then his voice dropped.
“But I liked her, Di. I just didn’t have the courage to stand by her.”

Neha’s eyes softened, but she didn’t interrupt.

“I found out today from her best friend. She was mocked, bullied. She went into depression. All because of what I did... or what I didn’t do.”

He broke down, head in hands, shoulders shaking. He was crying his heart out, Neha never saw him like this.

Neha reached out and wrapped her arms around him.

For a while, neither said anything. She just held him like she used to when they were kids, when Naitik came crying after falling off his cycle.

After a few minutes, she whispered “You know, I always wondered why your smile looked hollow the day your JEE results came out. I thought maybe it was the pressure. But it wasn’t, was it?”

He shook his head “I kept waiting for her message, Di. Just one message. I know it sounds silly. But her silence hurt more than all the noise in my life.

Neha sat back, holding his face gently, making him look at her.

“Naitik, we all make mistakes. Especially when we’re young. But what matters, what truly matters is whether we learn from them or hide behind them.”

“I was a coward,” he murmured.

“No” she said firmly “You were a boy trying to fit in. And now you’re becoming a man trying to make things right. That’s the difference.”

He blinked “What if she doesn’t want to see me again? What if I make it worse?”

“You owe her honesty” Neha said “You owe her an apology. And more than anything, you owe it to yourself.”

She paused for a moment, then continued “A real man is someone who can cry when he’s hurt, say sorry when he’s wrong, and fight when it’s right. And I see that man in front of me today.”

Naitik swallowed the lump in his throat “But... I still feel like I don’t deserve her”

Neha smiled softly “You probably don’t. None of us deserve the people who love us unconditionally. But love isn't about being deserving. It’s about being present. It's about trying, every single day.”

“Don’t waste this chance, Naitik. Don’t wait for the perfect time or perfect version of yourself. Go. Say what you feel. Let her decide what to do with it.”

“Thank you, Di” he whispered.

As he stood to leave, Neha called after him.

“One more thing” she said “No more hiding behind what people think. Be the kind of man Ruhi deserves. The kind of man you want to be.”

And at that moment, Naitik knew. This was the beginning of change, not just for Ruhi, but for him.


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The morning sun filtered through Ruhi’s curtains. Her phone buzzed on the table. She picked it up lazily, eyes still heavy from sleep.
Then she saw the name.

Naitik calling...

Her breath caught, fingers trembled slightly. She hadn’t heard his voice since last year. She hesitated... then swiped to answer.

“Hello?” her voice cracked.

“Hey... Ruhi,” Naitik said, his voice was gentle, almost nervous “Can we meet? Just for a little while?”

Ruhi blinked, clutching the phone tighter. She wasn’t expecting this. Her heart screamed yes, but her mind flooded with doubt, fear, shame.

“I... I don’t know, Naitik.” she whispered.

“Please?” he added “I have a few things I really need to say.”

Silence stretched for a second too long. Finally, she spoke, softly “Okay.”




Next day they met at a nearby cafe. Ruhi sat across from Naitik. She looked at him, still the same boy she had loved for so long, yet something had shifted in his eyes. He looked vulnerable now.

He took a breath.

“Ruhi, I owe you an apology... for everything.” His eyes didn’t flinch away “For leaving without understanding how much I hurt you... for ignoring.”

Her eyes filled instantly “You didn’t do anything wrong, Naitik” she said softly “You never made me any promises. You didn’t owe me anything. I was just a girl who... who liked you too much.”

“But you were more than that, Ruhi. I didn’t realize it then... but you were there for me, quietly, constantly and it mattered.” His voice deepened “I wouldn’t have made it without you. I owe so much of my success to you.”

Ruhi gave a broken smile “You did all the hard work.”

“I might have. But you made it feel less lonely.”

Ruhi smiled faintly, the pain in her heart started softening.

“Ruhi...” he said again “Do you... still love me?”

She looked away, tried to blink the tears back, but failed.

“I tried,” she said quietly “I really tried to forget you, to convince my stupid heart that you don’t belong to me... that you never did.” Her voice broke “But it just won’t listen. I still love you Naitik, so much, it hurts.”

There was silence. Then, slowly, Naitik reached across the table and placed his hand gently over hers.

“Would it be okay.” he asked “if we dated?”

Ruhi’s head snapped up, eyes wide “W.... What?”

“I am serious” he smiled softly “I want to be with you, Ruhi.”

She pulled her hand back instinctively “Are you doing this because you pity me?"

His smile faded a little “No, I am doing this because I was stupid. I didn’t listen to what I felt. But I am done running.”

Ruhi looked down at her lap, voice trembling again “You are... out of my league, Naitik. You belong to a different world. I… I am just an average girl people love to laugh at.”

“Ruhi” he leaned forward “You are not average. You are strong, kind. People will always have something to say, no matter who you date, no matter how you live. But their opinions don’t matter. You do.”

Tears ran down her cheeks now. She nodded, not in agreement, but in silent surrender.

And finally, she whispered “Okay.”




They went on many dates. One fine evening, they were sitting on the bank of lake. Naitik held a small paper bag in one hand, two kulfis inside. Ruhi leaned on his shoulder.

“Want to know something crazy?” he asked, licking the kulfi.

“Always.”

“I thought I would be happiest the day I got my result.”

“Yes, it would have.”

He smiled “But that wasn’t.”

She tilted her head “Then?”

He set the kulfi down and turned to her completely.

“This is.”

Ruhi’s breath caught.

“I didn’t know it back then, but I was already in love with you, I missed your gentle smile, your help, everything. Even when you stopped talking to me, I missed you every day.”

She was crying now. Not out of pain, but from the unbearable weight of finally being chosen.

“I love you, Ruhi. Madly, Deeply, Unapologetically.”

She burst into tears, trying to laugh and sob at the same time “Is this real?”

He pulled her close, pinched her.

“Ouch.”

“Now you believed?”

She slapped his arm, Naitik started laughing and took her in arms, hugging her.

She laughed through her tears, and in that moment, everything she had ever wanted was standing right in front of her, holding her like she was the only thing worth holding onto.

His college was about to restart but he decided to stay for two more weeks for Ruhi’s birthday.


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It was the day, 10th of August, Ruhi’s birthday. Naitik planned a surprise for her.

He picked her up at night from her house. Ruhi lied to her parents saying that she was going with her college female friends. Naitik took her to the hotel which was near to the lake with a beautiful garden.

As she entered the garden, she could sense the smell of roses and candles. Ruhi was amazed by the beauty of the garden, the whole area was lit up by the candles and the night was feeling so romantic. Naitik asked her to close her eyes and she obeyed, he gently covered her eyes and took her to the center of the place.

After a few steps, he whispered “Okay… open.”

Ruhi saw a cake in front of her “Happy Birthday to The Kindest Soul” was written on it.

She gasped, tears forming. She turned to him, speechless.

“Not yet,” he smiled, stopping her as she leaned toward the candle “Make a wish first.”

Ruhi closed her eyes and made a wish “God my one and only wish is that please always keep Naitik happy and safe” and she blew candles. Naitik wished her, both cut the cake and celebrated together. They kissed passionately, it was slow, full of meaning, a quiet confession of everything words couldn’t express.

Naitik broke the kiss “By the way what did you wish?” He was still holding her in his arms. Ruhi didn't say anything but only smiled.

Naitik asked for her left hand and slided a diamond ring onto her finger “Will you be mine forever?”

Ruhi got emotional and struggled to put words “Y… Yes… I’d ….. always love to be yours.” she said with eyes full of tears of happiness. Naitik kissed her forehead and hugged her tightly. They stood there silently, letting their heartbeats speak.

“Ruhi…..”

It was a familiar voice. Ruhi recognized it, her feet froze there, her hands started shivering. She didn't want to face the person, fear loomed in front of her eyes. She looked up with all of her courage, her eyes met with him. She was right, it was her dad and he was there with her mom. She wanted to speak but nothing came out of her mouth. Naitik sensed her fear, he wrapped his arms around her. Ruhi looked at Naitik, her eyes were pleading for reassurance.

“Happiest Birthday Ruhi.” A group wished her. She turned her eyes towards the voice. She couldn't believe the sight she was witnessing. There was Naitik’s mom and his sister with her best best friend Prachi.

“They all know about our relationship, My love.” Naitik whispered in her ear.

Ruhi looked at Naitik with questions all over her face. Naitik replied with smile “It's a long story, I will tell you later.”

But before she could say anything, Suman stepped with open arms and a smile glowed on her face.

“My Ruhi,” she said, wrapping her into a warm, tight hug.

Ruhi blinked, startled “Aunty… you’re here too?”

Suman cupped her face “You really thought I’d miss this? I wouldn’t have forgiven Naitik if he didn’t invite me.”

Ruhi looked at Naitik, confused and overwhelmed. He gave her a reassuring nod, silently saying everything is okay.

"Ruhi beta," Suman said gently "I have been waiting for this day for so long."

“When I first saw you at school function, the way you spoke to the kids… so patient, so kind. That day, I told myself, If I ever have a daughter-in-law, let it be this girl.”

Ruhi couldn’t hold back the tears “You really thought that?”

“I prayed for it.” Suman said, brushing a tear from Ruhi’s cheek “When Naitik told me he was in love with you, I was on cloud nine. He looked happier than I’d ever seen him.”

Ruhi threw her arms around Suman, hugging her tightly “Thank you… for accepting me.”

Suman hugged her back just as tightly “No, beta. Thank you… for loving my son.”

At that moment, Ruhi’s parents stepped closer. Her mother placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, and her father smiled proudly.

Ruhi turned to them, still sniffling “You knew… and you didn’t say anything.”

Her dad smiled, wrapping an arm around her. “Because we were waiting for this day. The day we would see with our own eyes how much you’re loved, not just by him, but by everyone who matters.”

Her mother nodded “One day we caught him and he confessed everything, we saw the honesty in his eyes. He didn’t just tell us he loved you, he meant it with every word. And that was enough for us.”

“We’re proud of you,” her father added “Both of you.”

Suman looked around and said warmly, “So can we all agree? From today, Ruhi isn’t just part of Naitik’s life… she’s part of our family.”

Neha chuckled lightly, “Finally! Officially the sister I never had.”

Everyone laughed. Ruhi’s heart felt like it was glowing. All the fear, the secrets, it melted into this one perfect moment.

She looked up at Naitik, who was smiling at her like she was the only thing that existed.

“This is the happiest I have ever been,” she whispered.

He leaned in, touching his forehead to hers. “And this is just the beginning.”

Everyone was so happy. They were delighted for Ruhi and Naitik. Time flew by. After having dinner, they decided to gossip a little bit.


Both of their parents were talking on the nearby table while Ruhi and Naitik were busy with each other, Neha and Prachi were left alone. They were observing the couple from a distance. Ruhi was chattering like a bird with never ending talks while Naitik was lost in her as she was the only person in the world. They looked like a newly married couple, deeply in love. Neha and Prachi couldn't resist themselves from smiling.

“Didi”

“Hmm”

“They look so happy together. Perfect for each other.” Prachi whispered “It’s great that Naitik gave her a chance.”

“It's the complete opposite. Who is Naitik to give her a chance?...... Naitik can only give chance to himself.” Neha said while her eyes were still fixated on Ruhi and Naitik.

“Naitik gave chance to himself? What do you mean? I didn't understand.” Prachi was confused.

Neha smiled “He gave a chance to understand himself, Who is he? To retrospect himself whether he was doing justice, not just to Ruhi but to himself by letting his actions influenced by the mere thoughts of how other people will judge. He gave himself a chance to understand how his inactions, hesitations can create a huge impact on someone's life. He learnt to listen to his heart without being held by societal norms. He allowed himself to feel without guilt, choose without fear. He didn't only choose love, he also chose self awareness.”

“Yes you are right Didi. I wished his friends could have learned a thing or two from him” Prachi replied, amazed while soaking in all things said by Neha.

“You know Prachi, everyone has potential to change themselves, but change begins when you stop seeking for permission and start listening to your heart.” Neha paused for a moment looking at his brother with pride glimmering in her eyes.

Prachi was waiting for her to complete.

Neha turned to Prachi and continued with a smile on her face “You just have to be brave enough to give yourself……

A CHANCE.”

 

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AAP KITNE ACHCHHE HAIN PAPA

Spoiler

Mera aman jab paida hua tha tab maine kabhi nahi socha tha ki mujhe duniya mein kabhi kisi cheez ki jarurat padegi
is duniya mein mere liye sabse badi khushi mera beta tha main usse bahut pyar karta tha.jab maine use pehli baar godi mein liya tha toh aisa laga jaise ise har woh khushi dunga jo mujhe nahi mili

tabhi nurse boli

maaf kijiyega aap ki wife nahi rahi

yeh sunke pata nahi Kyu mujhe itna dukh nahi hua jitni mujhe apne bete ke is duniya mein aane ki khushi thi
apni wife ka antim sanskaar karne ke baad jab main ghar wapas aaya toh poora Ghar khaali pada tha
main apne bachche ko jhule mein rakhke baith gaya aur use dekhne laga
kitna pyara bachcha tha mera meri shanti ki aakhri nishaani

tabhi mera bachcha rone laga main use apni godi mein uthake chup karane laga
lekin woh chup hi nahi ho raha tha

tabhi mujhe Shanti ki baat yaad aayi
dekhna tumhare bachche ko bhukha rakhungi dudh nahi peelaungi use
aap meri ab utni care nahi karte
na meri feelings samajhte hain

us waqt use pata hi nahi hota tha woh kya bol Rahi hai. kuchh bhi bolti thi

maine apne ek dost ko phone kiya woh doctor tha

haan bolo Arjun

bachcha ro raha hai kya karu

use bhukh lagi hogi doodh peelana hoga

packet ka doodh peela sakte hain

nahi abhi nahi
use maa ka doodh chahiye hoga abhi


ab main kya khud ka doodh peelaun

tumhari aadat ab bhi nahi gayi humesha masti majak ke mood mein rehte ho

tum hi batao ab main kya karu Sumit

Sumit..ruko main kuchh sochta hun

aur phir sumit ne phone rakh diya

aman rota raha aur main use chup karane ki koshish karta raha
lekin use lagi toh bhukh hi thi

main use leke ghar se bahar nikal gaya aur idhar udhar dekhne laga ki kuchh mil jaaye

lekin kuchh nahi mila main use dulaar karta hua chalta raha lekin mujhe kuchh bhi samajh na aaya

dhoop bhi thi main thak haar ke jab wapis aaya toh raaste pe ek bheekh mangne waali aurat ko dekha jo apne bachche ko doodh peela rahi thi footpath pe


main uske paas gaya

mere bete ko bhi bhukh lagi hai iski maa guzar gayi please ise bhi doodh peela do na


meri baat sunke woh kuchh der mujhe ghuri aur phir apne bachche ko neeche rakh di

aur meri taraf hath badhayi maine use aman de diya

aaram se aaram se kahin kuchh ho naa jaaye

usne aman ko doodh peelana shuru kiya
main uske bachche ko utha ke khelne laga uske sath. kuchh der baad usne meri taraf dekha aur aman ko meri taraf badha diya


Aman..kitne paise hue


kuchh nahi chahiye jaao yahan se. main wahan se nikalke ghar aagaya
tabhi phone ki ghanti baji, main phone uthaya

haan bolo sumit.

sorry yaar Maine bahut koshish ki lekin kuchh nahi kar paaya ek kaam karo main wahan aaraha hoon hum aman ko leke doctor ke yahan chalte wohi batayegi ki kya karna hai

maine use sab bata diya jise sunke woh kuchh der khamosh raha

Sumit..ek bheekh maangne waali aurat se tune apne bachche ko doodh pilwaya
kitni beemaari hogi uske andar

Arjun..bye

main phone rakh diya aur phir apne bachche ke sath khelne laga

agle din main phirse us aurat ke paas gaya

Arjun..meri baat suno main chahta hun ki tum mere ghar pe aake raho
wahan tumhein aur tumhare bachche ko kisi cheez ki kami nahi hogi

yeh meherbani kyun. mere paas toh kuchh hai bhi nahi. aap subah shaam ise le aana main ise doodh peela diya karungi


Arjun.. please chalo na main tum dono ache se khyal rakhunga
aur is baat ke liye pareshan mat hona ki main kuchh galat karunga tumhare sath.

kuchh der sochne ke baad woh tayyar ho gayi aur mere sath mere ghar aagayi
woh ghar ko chaaro taraf se dekhne lagi
normal hi ghar tha lekin decorate ache se karke rakhti thi shanti

main use shanti ke kapde de diya aur guest room bhi saaf kar diya woh wohin rehne lagi


agli subah jab main utha toh dekha shanti kitchen mein thi

main aage badha yeh sochke use apni baaho mein bharunga

tabhi mujhe yaad aaya ki meri shanti toh guzar chuki hai

yeh sochke aaj itne dino baad mera dil bhaari hone laga bahut buri tarah se main ghabra gaya
aisa lag raha tha jaise main gid padunga

main bathroom mein ghus gaya aur apne aapko sambhalne ki koshish karne laga

jab mujhse bardasht nahi hua toh main rone laga
shanti main tumhare bina kaise jeeyunga please wapas laut aao please wapas laut aao Shanti. main tumhare bina nahi jee sakta main tumhare bina nahi jee sakta
mujh anath ko phirse anath kar gayi tum
main neeche baithke rone laga

tabhi sudha andar aayi

yeh aap kya kar rahe hain aise koi rota hai
aap agar aise karenge toh aapke bachche ko kaun dekhega

tabhi mujhs ehsaas hua ki main yeh sab kya kar raha hun
main uthke bahar aaya aur apne bachche ko apni godi mein leke rone laga

din aise hi beetne lage
sudha apne bachche ka mere bachche ka ache se khyal rakhne lagi
maine bed chaaro taraf border lagwa diya aman raat ko gid na jaaye is liye
main jab office jaata toh aman ko apne sath leke jaata kyunki main use sudha ke paas chhodna nahi chahta tha
ek subah jab meri aankh khuli toh aman mere upar baitha tha

papa papa papa
yeh bolke woh mere chehre pe hath pher raha tha woh khud uthke baitha hua tha
pehli baar woh khud uthke baitha tha
us waqt mujhe jo mujhe mehsus hua main use bata nahi sakta tha kisi ko
yeh meri zindagi ke jitne bhi zakhm the uspe malham ka kaam kar raha tha

main apne aansu pochha aur use pyar karne laga

Arjun..oh mere bachche

main use apne gale se laga liya

main jaldi bazi mein sudha ke room mein ghus gaya woh bekhabar soyi thi
apne bachche ke sath
ek pal ke liye mere man mein kuchh aaya main aman ko leke bahar aagaya
aur phir uske sath khelne laga

aise hi din beetne lage Mera aman 1 saal ka ho gaya
isi beech ab main aman ko sudha ke paas chhodke bhi jaata kabhi kabhi
kyunki ab mujhe uspe vishwas ho gaya tha
woh ek achchi aurat thi

main aman ke pehle birthday ke din bahut saare kapde laaya
sudha kabhi mujhe dekhti toh kabhi kapdo ko main uski taraf dekha toh woh apni nazrein neeche kar li

yeh sab hum dono ke bachche ke liye hai
main ankit ko apni godi mein leke bola

Sudha aankhein badi karke mujhe dekhi

Sudha..nahi sahab 1 jodi bahut hai

Arjun..dekho mere bachche ko aaj itna bada ho gaya hai. agar tum mujhe nahi milti toh pata nahi main kahan jata kya karta
hum ek parivar hain

Sudha kuchh nahi boli aur chup karke baith gayi uski aankho mein se aansu behne lage

papa papa main first aaya hun yeh dekhiye mera report card main first aaya hun papa

maine apne aman ko apne godi mein utha liya aur use dekhne laga

waqt kitni jaldi beet gaya mera beta ab 5 saal ka ho chuka tha

aman..kya hua papa kuchh boliye na kuchh toh boliye. aap khush nahi hain

Arjun..main bahut khush hoon beta. i love you so much

Aman.. i love you too much my papa

tabhi ankit bhi aagaya uska chehra latka hua tha

Aman..ankit second aaya hai papa

main ankit ko apni godi mein uthaya aur phir
usse bola
well done my son

yeh sunke woh mujhe dekhne laga

Ankit..but maa toh kehti hai main aapka kuchh nahi lagta

Arjun..are beta tumhari maa toh pagli hai
chalo jaao ab apni maa ke paas

phir hum sab aaj ghumne jaayenge


ankit apni maa ke paas pahuncha aur phir sudha use pyar karne lagi

main sabko leke ghumne nikal gaya
hum ek hotel mein baithe khane ka order de rahe the

tabhi meri najar sumit pe padi
woh bhi apni family ke sath aaya tha
Maine use ignore Kiya

tabhi sumit mere paas aaya

Sumit..kya yaar kab tak naraz rahega
maaf kar de na

Arjun..main aapko jaanta aap kaun hain


yeh sunke woh munh latkake chala gaya apni family ke paas

kya hua kya bole Arjun bhaiya
Sumit ki wife boli

Sumit..ab bhi naraz hai woh

toh aap use manate kyun nahi

Sumit..nahi maanta bahut ziddi hai



suniye suniye suniye
mujhe kisi ka hath apne kandhe pe mehsus hua
Arjun..haan jaan bolo

yeh sunke sudha sharma gayi

Sudha..woh aman ko aapne bahar padhne bheja hai..aapko pata hai na aap uske bina nahi reh sakte

Arjun..uska man tha bahar jaane ka..ab uski jo khwahish thi mujhe poori karni toh thi hi

Sudha meri aankhon mein dekhne lagi
main janti hun woh aapse naraz hoke gaya hai..aapne mujhse shaadi kar li isi wajah se

Arjun..uska baap main hoon ya woh hai

Sudha..par aapko mujhse shaadi nahi karni chahiye thi

Arjun.. achcha toh zindagi bhar main kya karta pakadke baitha rehta

yeh sunke woh khilkhila ke hans padi

Sudha..koi sunega toh kya kahega

Arjun..yahi kahega ki main apni ardhangni se hansi majak kar Raha hun

SUDHA

main apne baare mein kya batau meri zindagi shuru hui bheekh maangne se pehle mata pita maangte the phir mujhe bhi maangna pada in sabse main kabhi nikal hi nahi paayi meri aisi soch hi nahi thi
meri shadi bhi ek bhikhari sharabi se ho gayi
Jo mere ankit ke paida hone ke baad mar gaya kisi gaadi ke neeche aagaya
main Roz bheekh maangti aur kisi tarah apne aapko paalti

ek din saahab meri zindagi mein aaye unhone meri zindagi badal di
woh mujhe apne ghar le gaye aur mujhe itni izzat di jiske layak main nahi thi
main bas unke bachche ko doodh peelati thi
badle mein unhone mere bachche ko apna bachcha samjha
Jo bhi cheez woh aman ke liye laate the wohi cheez woh mere ankit ke liye bhi laate the
main unke sath is liye aagayi unke ghar kyunki kayi log meri izzat se khelna chahte the ek bheekh maangne waali aurat ki kya izzat hai logo ki najro mein
dheere dheere bachche bade hone lage
kabhi kabhi woh mujhe chhip ke dekhte the
mujhe bhi achcha lagta tha lekin kabhi woh aage nahi badhe unke dil mein aur aankho mein mere liye bahut izzat thi
kabhi kabhi sochti hun ki agar main unke sath nahi aati toh ab bhi bheekh hi maang Rahi hoti
dheere dheere bachche bade hone lage
aman aur Ankit dono baithe ek dusre ke sath tv dekh rahe the
tabhi yeh aaye aur dono ko bulaye

Arjun..bachcho aaj main tumse kuch bolna chahta hun

Aman..kya papa

Arjun..main aur woh shadi karne waale hain

aman yeh sunke buri tarah se chaunk gaya lekin ankit ke chehre pe ek khushi thi

Aman..yeh aap kya keh rahe hain papa..aap aisa kaise kar sakte hain
aap inse shaadi Kyu karenge

Arjun.. kyunki yeh tumhari maa hai isne tumhein paala hai
aur yeh mujhe achchi lagti hai

Aman..poori duniya mein aapko ek yahi mili thi shaadi karne ko

Arjun muskurate hue..beta aisa nahi bolte
hum sab parivar hain hum mein se koi bhi Chhota bada nahi hai

Aman..kaise nahi hai
aap ise sadak se uthake laaye the
mujhe doodh peelane ko
yeh bheekh maangti thi aur aap ab ise meri maa banana chahte hain

Arjun..beta aisa nahi bolte
kisne bataya hai yeh sab tumhein

Aman.. paridhi ne..woh kehti hai ki yeh gandi aurat hai..yeh bina kisi rishte ke humare ghar mein rehti hai
itne saalo se ise sharam nahi aati

saahab ne gusse mein Aman pe hath utha diya

Arjun cheekhte hue..apne room mein jaao

aur aman rote hue chala gaya

Sudha..saahab yeh sab kya hai aapko Aman pe hath nahi uthana chahiye tha

inhone mujhe dekha aur phir Ankit ko dekha

Arjun..kya lagta hai main tumhara papa ban sakta hun ki nahi

ankit ki aankhein bhar aayi aur woh inse lipat gaya
kuchh dino mein humari shaadi ho gayi
main bed pe sehmi baithi hui thi
kyunki mujhe samajh nahi aaraha tha ki main kya karun.. main nahi chahti thi ki yeh naraz ho jaayein..par mujhe nahi pata tha ki achche ghar ki bahu kaise apne pati se baat karti hai

yeh mere paas baith gaye
is umar mein bhi mujhe bahut sharam aarahi thi pata nahi Kyu

Arjun...sharmati kaahe ho..itni badi ho gayi..ab bhi sharmati..sharam nahi aati

yeh sunke main hans padi

inhone mere hath pe apna hath rakh diya main sihar gayi
aur neeche dekhne lagi

Arjun..aao sote hain

aur inhone mera hath pakadke mujhe apne paas sula liya..main kuchh samajh nahi paayi ki achanak inko kya ho gaya
kya maine kuchh galat kar diya
ya phir mujhse koi bhool ho gayi

tabhi inhone mere kaan mein kuchh kaha main buri tarah se sharma gayi
aur phir inhone mujhe aise pyar kiya jaisa kabhi maine mehsus nahi kiya tha

humari shaadi ke 10 din baad


Aman..main ab yahan nahi rehna chahta mujhe bahar jaana padhai karne ke liye

Arjun..theek hai chale jana

Aman bina kuchh bole chala gaya
woh bahut gussa tha mujhse apne papa se aur Ankit se bhi
aur phir ek din aman chala gaya hum sabko chhodke..ankit aage ki padhai karne laga


dekhte hi dekhte 5 saal beet gaye
lekin aman wapas nahi aaya yeh roz jab bhi hall mein baith te Gate ki taraf dekhte
apne bete ke intezaar mein
kabhi kabhi yeh phone karte the lekin woh hafte mein 1 ya 2 baar hi inse baat karta tha

1 din jab maine gate khola toh mere saamne aman khada tha main bahut khush hui

uske sath ek ladki aur ek bachcha bhi tha


Aman..side hatogi ya phir saamne hi khadi rahogi

main side ho gayi aur inko awaz lagayi

yeh soye the shayad hadbada ke uthe aur bhaagte hue bahar aaye
inhone jaise hi aman ko dekha wohi khade reh gaye
aur aman ko bas dekhte rahe inki aankho se aansu behte rahe

Aman..papa yeh meri wife hai paridhi aur yeh hai mera beta

Arjun..tumne shaadi kar li

Aman..haan kar li aapne bhi toh ki thi

Arjun..toh main kaunsa tumse naraz hoon
bahu andar aao

yeh aage badhe aur apne pote ko god mein uthane ke liye
tabhi priya ne inhein rok diya

paridhi..koi jarurat nahi hai mere bete ko chhune ki
aman ne bola ki aapse milna hai isi liye chale aaye ab hum apne ghar jaa rahe hain

inki aankhon mein ek ajeeb sa khaali pan dikha mujhe yeh bina kuchh bole chale gaye apne kamre mein

Sudha..aman tumhari maa ke jaane ke baad yeh sirf ek baar roye
inhone kabhi apne aapko dukhi hone ki anumati nahi di
yeh tumhein dekhke hi jeeye aur ab tumhare sath jeena chahte hain
is duniya mein agar yeh kisi se prem karte hain toh woh tum ho beta apne papa ko is haal mein chhodke mat jaao
beta tumhare papa tumse bahut pyar karte hain beta woh tumhare bina mar jaayenge

Aman.. yeh mujhse pyar nahi karte. yeh aapse aur Ankit se pyar karte hain
agar yeh mujhse pyar karte toh kabhi aapse shaadi nahi karte

yeh bolke Aman apne room mein chala gaya aur kuchh saman leke wapas aaya

papa main jaa raha hun. ab kabhi wapas nahi jaaunga

yeh bolke Aman bahar nikal gaya apne pariwar ke sath

main bahar nikli ki shayad aman ruk jaaye lekin ek bheekharan ki baat koi Kyu maanta

Aman aur uska pariwar gaadi mein baithe aur gaadi chaalu hone ki awaz aayi

tabhi yeh mere bagal se nikle. bhaut tezi mein bhaagte hue yeh gaadi ke paas jaane lage lekin gaadi aage badh gayi
main bhi inke peechhe bhaagi

beta Aman kahan jaa rahe ho. apne papa ko dobara chhodke mat jaao.. beta mujhe maaf kar do. mujhse galti ho gayi. beta please ruk jaao. mujh anath ko dobara anath karke mat jaao. beta main tumhare bina mar jaaunga. Aman mere bachche apne baap pe rehem khaao. main tumhare bina nahi jee paaunga

yeh bhaagte bhaagte neeche zameen pe gid gaye
Aman ki gaadi nazro se ojhal ho gayi
main inke paas pahunchi

Sudha..aisa mat kijiye. ek na ek din woh wapas aajayega. chaliye uthiye ghar chaliye

yeh bina kuchh bole us raaste ko dekhte rahe jis raaste se inka beta gaya tha

ANKIT
jab mujhe thoda hosh aana shuru hua tab mujhe papa dikhe.woh aman se bahut pyar karte the. mujhse bhi karte the lekin aman se kam. kyunki main unka beta nahi tha
lekin dheere dheere meri yeh galatfehmi door ho gayi kyunki woh jo bhi cheez Aman ke liye laate woh mere liye bhi laate woh bahut achche insaan the
jaise jaise main bada hota gaya waise waise mujhe yeh ehsaas hua ki meri maa bina kisi rishte ke unke ghar pe rehti hain
main ab itna bhi bachcha nahi tha ki samajh na paaun ki meri maa unki kya thi
lekin yeh bhi meri galatfehmi thi. un dono ke beech maine kabhi aisa kuchh nahi dekha
Aman har class mein. first aata tha aur main second. main yahi sochta tha ki aman ko papa kitne pyar karte hain.aman kitna kismat waala hai. papa uspe jaan chhidakte hain. par papa mujhse bhi toh pyar karte the. main unka beta nahi tha phir bhi woh ek achche insaan the
aman beemar padta tha toh woh raat bhar jaagte the uske liye. mere liye bhi jaagte the

ek din maa ne mujhe bulaya aur mujhe sab bata diya. yeh sunke main ro pada

main rote hue papa ke paas gaya

Arjun..kya hua ro Kyu rahe ho

Ankit..papa kya main aapka beta hun

Arjun.. haan hoon ismein koi shakk hai

Ankit..toh phir aapne meri maa se shaadi Kyu nahi ki

woh mujhe dekhne lage

Arjun.. vaada kar humesha Aman ka khyal rakhega kabhi usse naraz nahi hoga

Ankit.. main vaada karta hun papa aman ka humesha khyal rakhunga kabhi usse naraz nahi hounga

aur phir papa ne mujhe apne gale se laga liya.. unhone maa se shaadi kar li
main bahut khush tha lekin Aman bahut naraz tha.. itna naraz tha ki woh chala gaya

uske jaane ke baad main humesha koshish Karta ki papa khush rahein unse baatein karta unhein zabardasti hansane ki koshish karta. lekin ab woh aise ho gaye the jaise woh khush nahi hona chahte the

Aman apni family ke sath aaya bhi aur gaya bhi. sath mein papa aur maa ko bhi le gaya


maaf kijiye aapke mata pita nahi rahe
unka accident hua tha
mauke pe hi unki maut ho gayi
aur woh ab is duniya mein nahi rahe

jaise hi maine papa ki laash dekhi meri awaz nikalna band ho gayi
Kamal hai na mujhe apni maa se zyada prem hona chahiye tha lekin mujhe papa se zyada prem tha
main unki laash se lipatke rone laga

chita ko agni dene ke time Aman apni family ke sath aaya

Ankit..papa ki chita ko agni do

Aman ne mashal apne hath mein liya

main papa ke maathe ko chum liya..is duniya mein bahut tarah ke log hote hain
lekin aap jaisa koi nahi papa..aap bahut achche ho papa..mere pyare papa..mere achche papa..mere bhole papa..aapse achcha koi nahi

yeh sunke Aman hichkiya lagake rone laga

Ankit..papa bhaut achche the Aman.. woh tumse bahut pyar karte the
achcha hua mar gaye.. warna tadap tadapke jeete tumhare bina

main apni maa ki chita ke paas aaya

Ankit..mujhe maaf kar do maa tumhare hisse ka bhi prem main papa ko de aaya
khush rehna upar papa ke sath
khyal rakhna unka warna gussa ho jaaunga

yeh bolke main apni maa ki chita ko agni diya aur ek side mein baith gaya

Aman.. I'm sorry papa

aap bahut achche hain

yeh bolke Aman ne chita ko agni diya aur phir wohin baithke rone laga


main paidal ghar ki taraf nikal gaya jitn der ho sake main ghar pahunchna chahta tha..kuchh doori tay karne ke baad mujhe kisi bachche ke rone ki awaz sunayi di..main us jagah pahuncha aur kachre mein dekha ek navjaat shishu ro raha hai
main use apni godi mein utha liya..bahut pyara bachcha tha..meri aankho mein aansu aagaye..

Ankit...mere Arjun main humesha tumhara khyal rakhunga...

 

[RED Ashoka]

Mind Game
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Spoiler

Ghana kohra ghumaavdaar sadak par chhaaya hua tha, jab kabeer malhotra sunsaan graameen ilaakon se guzar rahe the. aamantran apratyaashit tha - laal mom mein seel kiya hua ek patr, jis par sundar sulekh mein unka poora naam likha hua tha.

"aapako blackwood mainor mein ek baar ke anubhav ke liye saadar aamantrit kiya jaata hai. man, saahas aur dhairy kee pareeksha. kya aap aakhiree daravaaza kholane kee himmat rakhate hain?"

kabeer kee ungaliyaan steering wheel par kas gayi. yah ek khel, ek pahelee jaisa laga. lekin patr mein kuchh aisa tha jisane uskee jigyaasa ko jagaaya. bhejane vaala gumanaam raha, phir bhee shabdon mein kuchh gahree baat - kuchh vyaktigat - ka sanket tha.

blackwood mainor kee vishaal chhavi dhundh ke beech ubharee, iskee gothik vaastukala chaandni aasamaan ke saamane prabhaavashaalee dikh rahee thee. Haveli ka ek ajeeb itihaas tha - gaayab hone kee phusaphusaahat, anasulajhe rahasy aur aise darwaze jo kaheen nahin jaate the.

jab kabeer bhaaree lohe ke darwaazon ke paas pahuncha, to ve apne aap khul gaye. uskee reedh mein thandak daud gaee.

"blackwood mainar mein aapaka swaagat hai."

aavaaz ne use chaunka diya. Butler kee vardee pahane ek aadamee pravesh dwaar par khada tha, uskee abhivyakti adig thee.

"mr. malhotra, ham aapka intezaar kar rahe the."

kabeer andar jaane se pahale jhijhka. bhavy daalaan mein mand roshni thee, hava mein kisee purani cheez kee gandh aa rahee thee, jaise puraana kaagaz ya dhaatu. deewaron par tasveeren lagee huee theen, unkee aankhen uskee har harakat par nazar rakh rahee theen.

vah akela nahin tha.

chaar any mehamaan khade the, jinmen se pratyek ke haath mein ek samaan patr tha.

rehaan - ek tez-tarraar patrakar, apnee agli badi khabar ki talaash mein.

meera, ek manovaigyaanik, uska shaant vyavahaar chhipe hue vichaaron ko prakat kar raha tha.

arjun, ek bhootpoorv sainik, uskee mudra tanaavapoorn aur taiyaar thee.

natasha, ek kalaakaar jisakee aankhon mein ek bhayaavah bhaav tha.


isse pahale ki koee kuchh bol paata, butler ne apna gala saaf kiya.

"aapko ek chunautee ke lie chuna gaya hai. aap mein se koee ek antim puraskaar jeetega. lekin aisa karne ke lie, aapko antim darwaza kholana hoga."

ek bhaaree sannaata chha gaya.

"aur agar ham asphal ho gae to kya hoga?" rehaan ne poochha.

butler muskuraaya - ek thandee, jaankaar muskaan.

"tab aap ghar ka hissa ban jaenge."

door kee ghadee ne apnee g
hantiyaan

bajaeen. khel shuroo ho gaya tha


kabeer khadi seedhiyon ke saath vishaal seedhiyon par chadh gaya, lakadee kee seedhiyaan usake vajan ke neeche karaah rahee theen. dheere-dheere vah aage badha, hava bhee utni hee bhaaree hotee ja rahee thee, kisee adrshy cheez se bharee huee - yaaden, pachhataave, ya kuchh aur.

chatt ke sheersh par, dalaan andhere mein doob gaya. mand roshanee timtima rahee thee, lambee, bhayaanak chhaayaen banee huee theen. jaise hee kabeer ne aage kadam badhaaya, use ek ajeeb see anubhooti huee - jaise koee usake theek peechhe saans le raha ho.

vah ghoom gaya.

kuchh nahin.

aur phir bhee, use pata nahin tha. yah uskee tvacha se chipki huee thee, j

ek phusaphusaahat. lagabhag ek aah kee tarah.

"tum vaapas aa gae..."

Kabeer ka gala rundh gaya.

aavaaz besuree thee. yah door kee lag rahee thee, uske ateet mein doobee huee.
usne ek kadam aage badhaaya.
P
darwaaza charamaraaya.

ek aur phusaphusaahat.

“aur ise band karo

"ise mat kholo, kabeer

usakee saans usake gale mein atak gaee.

kaun bol raha tha? aur use unka naam kyon pata tha?


vah drshti kee or muda, har daravaaza band tha. lekin ant mein, ek daravaaza thoda khula tha. vahee kaala daravaaza jo usne apne sapne mein dekha tha.

saahasapoorvak, vah daravaaze tak pahuncha aur use andar dhakel diya.

andar, kamra mombattee kee roshanee mein nahaaya hua tha. chamelee kee khushbu hava mein bharee huee thee. meetha - lekin bikhara hua.

aur vah vahaan thee.

khidki ke paas ek purani kursee par ek mahila baithee thee, jo ek lamba kaala labaada pahane hue thee. usakee peeth uskee or thee, lambe kaale baal neeche kee or jhar rahe the.

Kabeer ka dil dhadak raha tha.

Saath hi us aurat ko dekh ke Kabir
ko tanaav mehsoos hone laga. Uski lambi gori peeth aur uper se uske kaale kaale baal use aur bhi uttejak bana rahe the

mahila anajaan lag rahee thee.

"tumhen yahaan nahin hona chaahie, kabeer" usane bina mude phusaphusaaya.

"kaun... tum kaun ho?" Kabeer ne kaha.

vah dheere se hansee. is vichaar ne uskee reedh mein thandak paida kar dee.

"main tumhen pahle se hee jaanti hoon," usne phusaphusaaya.

usne apna sir thoda jhukaaya, bas itna ki mombattee kee roshanee mein uske chehare ka ek hissa dekh sake. prashikshan, prashikshan sansthaan. hothon par kaajal laga hua tha. aadi... andhera aur aadivaasee.

Kabeer ne ek kadam peechhe liya.

"tumane mujhe ek baar chhod diya. kya tum mujhe phir se chhod dogee?" usane poochha.

usake dimaag ke kone mein ek yaad kaundhee. ek barasaatee raat. ek vaada kiya.

aur phir—khidakee mein laga vichaar hil gaya, isase pahale ki vah hil paatee.

uska khoon thanda ho gaya.

kamare mein achaanak hava ka jhonka aaya, mombattiyaan bujh gaeen. chaaron or ghana andhera tha.

kisee cheej ne uske kandhe ko dabaaya..

vah khidki ke paas khadee thee, uskee laal saari hava mein dhuen kee tarah bah rahee thee jo vahaan nahin honee chaahiye thee. uskee peeth uskee taraph thee. uske baal uskee reedh kee haddee par syaahee kee tarah gir rahe the.

tumane mujhe pa liya," usne bina mude kaha.

"tum kaun ho?" usne poochha. uskee aavaaz phatee, lekin dar se nahin - kisee aur cheez se. pahachaana?

"kya tumhen yaad nahin hai?" usane phusaphusaate hue kaha, aakhirakaar mudate hue.

usaka chehara... jaana-pahachaana, lekin galat. jaise koee sapana galat yaad aa gaya ho. aankhen bahut gaharee, bahut udaas. vah dheere-dheere uskee or chalee, har kadam uskee khopdi mein dil kee dhadakan kee tarah goonj raha tha.

"tum mujhe aise chhoote the..."

Achanak kabeer ke dimag me wo purani yaade ghumne lagi

Aur uske muh se nikla “Aaliya

uskee ungaliyaan uskee chhaatee par dheere-dheere, jaanaboojhakar phisal rahee theen. use garmi mehsoos huee... phir uskee tvacha ke neeche thandak.

unke honth mile - bhookh se nahin, balki dukh se. usaka chumban bhaaree tha. jaise vah shok mana rahee ho.

Unke hothon ka milan bhookh se nahi, balki dard se bhara tha — jaise woh chumban kisi purani chook ka prashchit ho.

Jaise jaise unke shareer ek doosre mein ghooste gaye, kapde sirf yaadon ki tarah phisalte gaye...
aur Kabir ko samajh nahi aaya, kya woh use choom raha tha... ya apni kisi adhoori yaad ko.

Uski ungliyaan uske seene pe ek mantra jaise chal rahi thi — dheere, lekin atoot. Kamra saans rok ke dekhta raha. Har karaah ek prarthana thi, har sparsh ek purana paap.

jaise-jaise unke shareer ek-doosre se satate gaye, kapade yaadon kee tarah phisalate gae, use yakeen nahin hua ki vah use choom raha tha... ya kisee aur kee yaad ko.

uskee karaahen dheemee theen, praarthanaon kee tarah. lekin kamara shaant tha. bahut shaant.

bistar par, usne use apne andar kheench liya jaise vah sadiyon se intazaar kar rahee thee. unke shareer kee har harakat hataash aur naajuk donon thee.

"main tumhen phir se khona nahin chahati..." usane phusaphusaaya.

usme koi javaab nahin diya. bas use aur kas kar pakad liya. uske naakhoon uskee peeth mein gad gayi - khushee mein nahin, balki chetavani ke taur par.

aur jab usane use baahar nikaala, to roshanee timtimaee -

—aur vah gaayab ho gaee.

vah akela tha. nanga. bhaaree saansen le raha tha.

chaadar par khoon ka nishaan tha jahaan usne use aakhiree baar chhua tha.

chinta hone lagee. uskee saans lene kee masheen vahaan thee.

phir, momabattee kee roshanee lautee - mand, timatimaatee huee. mahila chalee gaee thee.

lekin usakee jagah, old vud ke maheene mein, ek patr bheja gaya tha.

isake kinaare jal gae the. kaagaj puraana, peela pad gaya tha.


aur beech mein - ek taaja khoon ka dhabba.

Kabeer ke haath kaanp rahe the jab usne use uthaaya.

likhaavat saaph thee. uskee apnee.

"tumane vaapas aane ka vaada kiya tha. tum kabhee nahin badale. ab dostee vaapas aane ka samay hai."

usaka sir ghoom gaya.

usane kya likha tha? kab?

isse pahale ki vah kuchh soch paata, phusaphusaahat vaapas aaee, is baar jor se

"aakhiree pankti jor se padho, Kabeer."

yah saral hai, balki kathin hai.

usake darshan kaard kee aakhiree pankti dee gaee thee.

usakee apanee aavaaz, kaanptee aur karkash, ne ise jor se padha:

"aakhiree daravaaza kabhee nahin khulna chaahiye."
uske peechhe se achaanak cheekh aaee - zahareelee, khanjar jaisee, dardanaak.

uske peechhe ka darwaza zor se khadaka. kuaan kap ukhaaran. parachhaiyaan ghoom gaeen.

kabeer mein ek ajeeb sa rahasy paida hua. unke saamane ka mand lamp timtima raha tha. vah abhee bhee usse chipaka hua tha, lekin use kuchh mehsoos hua... upagrah. hava mein alag gandh aa rahee thee - jaise naam aur dhaatu, jang lage lohe kee tarah.

vah nazaare dekhata hai. 3:15 baje. kya kuchh pal pahle 2:45 nahin hue the?
phir, usne aaeene par dhyaan diya.

uske vichaar uske paas ja rahe the - lekin jab usane use hilaaya, to vah hilee nahin. vah bas vahaan khadee rahee, ghooratee rahee.

yah kya tha, ek sapana?

dheere-dheere, vah khada ho gaya. unake stov ke neeche lakdi ka koyla charamara raha tha. jaise hee vah aaeene ke kareeb gaya, vah aakhirakaar hil gaya - lekin tab tak ek sekand

bahut der ho chukee thee.

aur phir, vah muskuraaya.

ladakhadaatee huee peeth, uskee saans phool rahee thee. yah asalee nahin tha. yah asalee nahin ho sakata.

darawaaje mein ek khidki ne use khada kar diya.

vah jhijhaka, phir usase dheere se bola.

vah vahaan khadee thee, chhaaya mein sust. usane ek udaaseen muskaan muskuraee.

“tum aisee dikhatee ho jaise tumane koee bhoot dekha ho.”

kabeer javaab nahin de saka. usaka man abhee bhee aaeene mein tha.

vah aslee khud se saakshaatkaar kie bina andar chala gaya. usaka mishran - gulaab aur kuchh puraana, kuchh praacheen - hava mein bhar gaya.

“usne aisa kaha,” usne phusaphusaate hue kaha, uskee ungaliyaan uskee chhaatee ko chhoo rahee theen. “yah jagah vaisee nahin hai jaisee dikhatee hai.”

To achaank se use samne se ek aur aurat aati hui dikhai deti hai joki laal lehnga pahne hui thi , jiske badan me gulab ki khusboo mahak rahi thi

Lekin kabeer usko spasht rup se nahi dekh paa raha tha

Wo dheere dheere kabeer ko bed ki aur dhakel deti hai

Aur

Kambal ke neeche ek narm, garam badan uske saath lipta hua tha. Uski saansein tez ho rahi thi… aur woh aurat — jiski aankhen adhi band thi — dheere se uske gale mein apne haath daal ke uske labon ko chu rahi thi. Arjun ka mann nasha sa mehsoos kar raha tha, jaise woh kisi trance mein ho.

“Tum aa gaye…” uski awaaz halki, par jaane-pehchaane si thi.

Usne dheere se uska blouse khola. Soft kapda uske haathon ke beech se phisla, aur uske samne uska nanga seena aaya. Woh khud ko rok nahi paaya. Uske lips uske collarbone pe chale gaye, aur uski ungliyan uske kamar ko trace karne lagi.

Lekin jab usne uski saari kheench ke neeche ki taraf ki, uska haath ek pal ke liye ruk gaya.

Wo chehra… wo nishaan… ye toh…

Woh peeche hat gaya. Room ki madham roshni mein uska chehra ab dheere dheere badal raha tha. Pehle woh ek unknown aurat thi… lekin ab — uski maa.

“Maa?” uske hoth tharthara gaye
Aur woh aurat muskura rahi thi… seductive nazar se, jaise woh usse rokna hi nahi chahti thi. Uske seene ke upar wohi til… wohi haath… wohi aankhen jo bachpan mein uspar pyar se padti thi — ab ek alag hi tareeke se dekh rahi thi.

Arjun ke haath kaanpne lage. Usne pichhe hatna chaha… lekin uske haath uske kamar ko aur kas ke jhapad gaye.

“Tumhe toh hamesha mere paas aana tha na, beta…”

Nahi… yeh sach nahi hai… yeh koi sapna hai…” Arjun chillaya, par awaaz uske gale mein hi atak gayi.

Aur phir — uske hotho pe ek aur kiss… is baar intense aur possessive. Arjun ka dil zor se dhadak raha tha. Yeh desire tha ya guilt… woh samajh nahi pa raha tha.

Mirror mein usne dekha — woh apne aap se lipta hua tha. Koi aur nahi tha.

nahi, uske andar ek ajeeb si hulchul mach gayi thi. Saans tez thi, haath uski kamar se phisalkar uske thighs tak aa gaye the. Kambal ke neeche dono ke jism abhi bhi lipte hue the. Uski maa ka blouse pura khul chuka tha, saari kamar se nikal gayi thi — uska nanga jism Arjun ke saath jura hua tha.

Usne dheere se uske seene ko chhua — naram aur gunguna. Usne ungliyon se halka sa press kiya, to uski aankhen band ho gayi… ek thandi si sukar bhari saans uske hothon se nikli.

Arjun ne apni body se apni maa ka lehenga neeche sarka diya… pehle kamar tak, fir uske pichwade se guzar kar jaise hi uski jaanghon ke beech ka hissa dikha — uska gala sukh gaya.

Woh ab poori tarah nangi thi.


Usne apna haath apni maa ki jaanghon ke beech rakha… woh jagah garam thi, bheegi hui. Uske haath ne jab dheere se usse stroke kiya, to maa ki kamar hil gayi. Uski saansein tez ho gayi. Usne Arjun ka haath pakda aur usse apne upar kheench liya.

Ab woh uske upar tha… uski aankhon mein pyaas thi… aur uski body ka har hissa tayar tha.

Mujhe teri takleef mehsoos hoti hai..." wo boli.

"Main teri maa bhi hoon... aur teri rahat bhi."

Beta... rukna nahi..." wo fufkari.

"Aaj sirf tera haq hai mujhpar."

“Ab chhodo mat…” maa me kaha, awaaz halki aur sexy thi.
Woh apna pyjama khud khol raha tha — aankhen uske jism pe tiki thi, par dimaag mein ek halke doubt ka asar tha. Lekin us waqt desire itna gehra tha ki woh sochne se zyada mehsoos kar raha tha.

Arjun ne apna ling uske beech set kiya… dheere se andar dhakela. Pehle halka resistance tha… phir usne andar ghus jaana mehsoos kiya.

Woh ahh… uski halki si cheekh… usne Arjun ko aur wild kar diya.

Uski kamar dhadak rahi thi… usne apni thrusts tez ki… pehle dheere, phir intense… har push ke saath uske seene ka upar uthna… uske hothon se nikli hichkian…

Uski ungliyan Arjun ke peeth mein dhans gayi thi…

Ar…jun… rukna mat… bete,” usne hichkichate hue kaha.

Bed ki chadar niche se bhi gheeli hone lagi thi…

Unka pace ab primal ho chuka tha. Arjun ke haath uske seene, kamar, thighs — har jagah the… kiss, bite, moans… har ek moment mein woh doob raha tha.

Par phir…

Uski aankhon mein kuch alag chamak thi.

Woh aurat dheere se Arjun ke kaan ke paas gayi… aur kaha:

“Beta… tum bilkul waisa hi ho jaise bachpan mein tha.

Arjun ka jism tharthara gaya.

Usne ek jhatke se peeche dekha — uska chehra… Maa ka tha. Saaf, poora. Jaise woh kabhi badla hi nahi tha.

Arjun ne chillakar pichhe hatna chaha… par uska ling abhi bhi uske andar tha.

Uski maa ka jism… uske neeche.

Room ka light flicker karne laga. Mirror mein woh khud ko dekh raha tha — ek possessed, naked man having sex with his own mother.

Uska gala sukh gaya… aankhen phadak rahi thi… aurat ab bhi neeche se hansi ja rahi thi… “Tum toh hamesha se meri jaan the…”

Arjun ka orgasm us moment

pe aaya — ek guilt-filled. Woh hilta raha… aur uske tears nikal aaye.

Achank se room me andhera ho gaya aur samne ek kursi pe aur mahila baithi dikhi jo muskura rahi thi

kabeer ne paikej le liya. vah poochhana chaahata tha ki vah kaun hai, vah kya chaahatee hai, lekin shabd nahin aa rahe the.

isake bajaay, usane phusaphusaaya, “kya main sapana dekh raha hoon?”

vah jhukee, usaka munh usake kaan ko chhoo raha tha.

“kya isse koee fark padata hai?”

darwaze jo vahaan nahin hone chaahie the

achaanak aavaaz—hol mein kadamon kee aavaaz jaisee. lekin bhaaree. maanaveey.

mahila ne sakhtee dikhaee. “tumhen yahaan nahin hona chaahiye,” usne jaldi se kaha.

kabeer ne bhaunhen sikodeen. “kya-”

phir usne dekha.

baahar ka dhalaan badal gaya tha. deevaaren toot rahee theen, jisake neeche kuchh andhera dikhai de raha tha. pharsh lamba lag raha tha - asambhav roop se lamba.

aur uske ant mein...

ek darwaza.

usake kamare ka darwaza nahin. baahar nikalane ka raasta nahin.

ek darwaaza jo pahale kabhee nahin tha.

aur vah khul raha tha.



kabeer ka shareer thanda pad gaya. usane phusaphusaahaten suneen - kaee aavaazen, ek-doosare par chadhatee huee, kisee aisee bhaasha mein kuchh japatee huee jo use samajh mein nahin aa rahee thee.

mahila ne usaka haath pakad liya. Hume jana hoga abhi .par kabeer hil nahi pa raha tha

uski aankhen daravaaze par tiki theen. uske peechhe ek parachhaee hil rahee thee - kuchh reng raha tha, kuchh gadabad thee.

phir, andhere ke bheetar se ek aavaaz aaee - gaharee, vikrt, jaanee-pahachaanee.

“kabeer… ham intazaar kar rahe the.”

usaka khoon barph kee tarah jam gaya.

kyonki aavaaz usake pita kee tarah lag rahee thee.

kabeer akela nahin tha jo ghar kee bhayaanak upasthiti se joojh raha tha. jaise-jaise raat gaharaatee gaee, doosre mehamaan- rehaan, meera, arjun aur nataasha- sabhee aisee cheezon se parakh rahe the jinhen ve samajha nahin sakate the.

rehaan -

rehaan yahaan ek Kahaani ke lie aaya tha. usakee sahaj buddhi ne use bataaya ki is ghar mein aise rahasy hain jinhen ujaagar kiya jaana chaahie, aur vah unhen khojane ke lie drdh tha.

jaise hee vah apane camera ke saath mand roshanee vaale galiyaaron mein chala, usne kuchh ajeeb dekha- ek daravaaza jo pahale vahaan nahin tha. yah thoda khula tha, jisse andar ek timtimaatee roshanee dikhaee de rahee thee.

usane saavadhaanee se ise khola.

andar, kamra akhabaaron aur tasveeron se bhara tha, sabhee deevaaron par pin kie gae the. har ek mein vah tha.

bachapan kee ek tasveer.

unkee pahlee riporting job kee ek tasveer.

is ghar mein unake pahunchane ka ek shot.

kamare ke beech mein ek khaalee panna tha, jo ek purani lakdi kee mej par rakha tha. shabd apane aap hee ubharane lage, jaise koee unhen adrshy syaahee se likh raha ho:

"rehaan malhotra - maut ka kaaran: abhee bhee anischit

vah peechhe hat gaya, uskee saansen tez ho gaeen. usake peechhe daravaaza band ho gaya, jisase vah andar phans gaya.

usake kaan mein ek aavaaz phusaphusaee, thandee aur

chuni, rehaan. kya tum sach jaanana chaahate ho? ya tum jeena chaahatee ho?"

meera -

meera ko maanav man kee chaalon kee aadat thee. lekin ab, uska apna man use dhokha de raha tha.

vah ek bade darpan(mirror) ke saamane khadee thee, apne pratibimb ko ghoor rahee thee.

lekin vah vah nahin thee.

darpan mein mahila uskee tarah dikh rahee thee, lekin uskee aankhen bilkul galat theen - bahut kaalee, bahut khokhlee, bahut jaankaar.

pratibimb muskuraaya aur darpan se baahar nikal gaya.

tum apana jeevan doosaron ka vishleshan karane mein bitaatee ho, lekin kya tum khud ko bhee jaanatee ho?" yah phusaphusaaya.

meera ne hilane kee koshish kee, lekin uska shareer jam gaya tha.

pratibimb usake kareeb aaya, uskee or badha.

"main tumhen dikhaoonga ki tum vaastav mein kaun ho."

jis kshan uskee ungaliyaan meera kee tvacha ko chhootee hain, yaaden uske dimaag mein bhar jaatee hain - yaaden jo usakee nahin theen. hatyaen, vishvaasaghaat, chhipa hua ateet.

vah cheekh padee.

arjun -

arjun yuddhon se bach gaya tha, lekin is yuddh ke lie use kisee ne taiyaar nahin kiya tha.

vah ek andhere kamare mein tha, baarood kee gandh

vah ek andhere kamare mein tha, hava mein baarood aur khoon kee gandh bhar rahee thee. ek yuddh ka maidaan.

aur phir, ve prakat hue - uske gire hue saathee.

ek-ek karake, ve log jinhen vah bachaane mein viphal raha tha. unke chehare udaas the, unkee aavaazen aarop laga rahee theen.

"tum kyon bach gae, arjun?"

usake haath mein ek bandook dikhaee dee.

"tumhen pata hai ki tumhen kya karana hai."

uskee apani aavaaz uske kaan mein phusaphusaatee huee use ukasa rahee thee.

nataasha -

nataasha hamesha apane sapanon se penting banaatee thee. lekin aaj raat, uskee penting jeevant ho rahee thee.

uske saamne kainvaas par ek mahila dikhaee dee, khoon se lathapath ro rahee thee.

phir, mahila ne apana sir ghumaaya.

"meree madad karo, nataasha."

penting kainavaas se bah gaee, jisse nataasha ke pairon ke chaaron or laal rang ka ek taalaab ban gaya.

aur phir— penting se ek haath baahar aaya, jisane uskee kalaee pakad lee.

vah chilla nahin sakee.

is beech, kabeer abhee bhee apane kamare mein tha, apni ulajhan ko samajhane kee koshish kar raha tha.

lekin jab usane doosre kamaron se cheekhen suneen, to use ehsaas hua—

vah akela nahin tha jo is duhsvapn mein phansa tha.

aur phir, phusaphusaahaten laut aaeen, pahale se bhee zyaada tez—

"ek-ek karake, ghar un sabhee ko le jaega. jab tak ki tum aakhiree darwaza nahin dhoondh lete."

ghar ne phaisala kar liya hai

haveli ke andar kee hava bhaaree ho gaee, ek adrshy shakti se bhar gaee jo ek toofaan kee tarah lag rahee thee.

kabeer daalaan mein khada tha, uskee saansen tez saanson ke saath chal rahee theen. doosaron kee cheekhen abhee bhee deevaaron se goonj rahee theen, lekin kuchh badal gaya tha—ghar ab sirf unhen hee nahin sata raha tha.

yah apane shikaar chun raha tha.

aur samay beet raha tha.

deevaaron se ek ajeeb see goonj goonj rahee thee. timtimaate jhoomar vikrt chhaaya daal rahe the, aur phir—

dhaalaan ke door chhor par ek darwaza dikhaee diya.

Kabeer (gusse mein):

“Bas ho gaya. Ab aur nahi. Hum abhi ke abhi nikalte hain!”

Arjun (thak gaya hai, aankhon mein dar):

“Tu samajh nahi raha Kabeer… yeh ghar humein jaane nahi dega…”

[Woh sab darwaze ki taraf badhte hain. Kabeer handle pakadta hai aur zor se kholta hai. Darwaza khulta hai – lekin…]

Bahar fir wahi hall hai.

Rehaan (shock mein):

Yeh kya… yeh toh wahi jagah hai!”

[Woh sab bahar jaate hain… lekin ek baar phir se usi room mein enter kar jaate hain. Hall wapas unke saamne.]

Aur sabse darawani baat – room ke andar ‘woh log’ already baithe hain. Unhi jaise dikne wale…

Meera dekhti hai – saamne ek aur Meera baithi hai – woh ro rahi hai. Woh bhi usi kapdon mein hai, usi tarah kaali aankhon se neeche dekh rahi hai.

Natasha (dheere se):

“Yeh… hum hi hain…”

Tabhi, ek doppelgänger unki taraf dekhta hai… uski aankhen poori tarah kaali hoti hain.

> “Tum log pehle bhi aaye the… bhool gaye?”

[Lights ek dum chali jaati hain. Darkness. Total silence… sirf whispers.]

> “Tumne woh darwaza khola…”

“Lekin andar kya tha, yaad hai?”

“Sab kuch bhool jaate ho… fir se, fir se, fir se…

[Rehaan dekhta hai ek mirror ki taraf – jisme uska reflection usi ka hai… lekin ek purana, ganda, pagal version.]

Rehaan (whisper karta hai):

“Main… main kabhi gaya hi nahi… main hamesha yahin tha… hai na?”

Meera (aankhon mein aansu):

“Yeh ghar yaadash kha jaata hai… ya phir… nayi yaadash bana deta hai…”

[Ek achanak se ek high-pitched non-human scream sunai deta hai. Lights phat jaati hain. Ghar ka structure hilta hai jaise koi saans le raha ho. Walls
dhadak rahe hain.]

Natasha ka sketchpad gir jaata hai. Usme ek naya drawing khud se ban jaata hai –

Ek khoon se bana bada darwaza. Aur sab log uske upar latke hue.

> “Antim Darwaaza…”

“Ek baar khul gaya… toh ya toh sab yaad aayega… ya sab hamesha ke liye kho jaayega…”

yah bahut bada tha, sunahare nakkaashee se alankrt tha, aur prateekon se dhaka hua tha jo mudate aur

hilate the jab vah unhen dekhata tha.

kisee tarah, vah jaanata tha—yah aakhiree darwaaza tha.

lekin isse pahale ki vah ek kadam aage badha paata

usake aas-paas se ek gaharee, karkash aavaaz aaee.

"keval ek hee ja sakata hai. ghar ko khaana khilaana hoga."

deevaaren taral kee tarah laharaeen, aur achaanak, baakee log vahaan aa gae- rehaan, meera, arjun aur nataasha.

unkee aankhen aatank, paagalapan aur ahasaas se bharee theen.

ve sabhee samajh gaye ki ghar kya kah raha tha.

kisee ko peechhe rahna chaahiye.

kisi ko balidaan dena hoga.



patrakaar rehaan aage badha, uska chehara hataasha se mud gaya.

"ham sabhi bhaag nahin sakate."

isse pahale ki koee kuchh kah paata, usne apane kot se jang laga khanjar nikaala - use yah kahaan se mila tha? - aur meera par jhapata.

vah mushkil se bach paee, lekin blade uske kandhe ko chhoo gaya.

agar ham mein se kisi ko marna hai, to main chunoonga!" rehaan chillaaya, uskee aankhen dar se paagal ho rahee theen.

lekin kabeer ne aaj raat bahut saaree mauten dekhee theen.

adrenaline ke visphot ke saath, usne deevaar se ek puraanee lohe kee mombattee pakadee aur use rehaan ke sir par ghumaaya.

rehaan ke behosh hone par ek bhayaanak daraar goonjee.

"aaj raat koee nahin marega," kabeer ne gurraahat ke saath kaha.

lekin ghar hansa.

deevaaren hilane lageen, unmen se chehare baahar nikal aae, khaamosh cheekhon mein munh khule hue the.

pharsh hil gaya, maans jaisee satah mein badal gaya, kaalee nason kee naadiyaan unkee or reng rahee theen.

aur phir—ghar ne hamala kiya.

meera ka pratibimb aaeene se baahar nikala, usaka gala pakad liya.

arjun ke gire hue saathee uske paas pahunche, khud ko chhaaya se baahar kheenchate hue.

natasha kee penting jeevant ho uthee, usakee syaaheedaar kismen uskee baahon ke chaaron or liptee huee theen.

aur kabeer-

kabeer ne phir se safed kapade pahane mahila kee or dekha, uska chehara abhi bhee chhipa hua tha, uska haath uskee or badha hua tha.

"kabeer... daravaaza yaad rakhana."

usne sunahare darwaje par lage prateekon ko dekha- aur achaanak, ve samajh mein aa gae.

aakhiree vikalp

kabeer ne doosaron ko aavaaz dee, uskee aavaaz araajakata ko cheeratee huee aaee.

"darwaze par aao! abhee!"

lekin ghar unhen itnee aasaanee se jaane nahin de raha tha.

pharsh phat gaya, ek antaheen khaee dikhaee dee, aur ek raakshasee chhaaya praanee ubhara, jiska munh daanton se khaalee jagah mein chauda ho gaya.

yah un par jhapata-

aur arjun ne kabeer ko raaste se hata diya, seedhe hamale ka saamana karate hue.

praanee ke panje arjun kee chhaatee mein dhans gae, lekin cheekhne ke bajaay, vah muskuraaya.

"jao."

pharsh toot gaya, aur arjun khaai mein gir gaya, andhere mein gaayab ho gaya.

ghar se santushti kee cheekh aaee.

isane apna shikaar pakad liya tha.

aakhiree daravaaza khula.

bhaagana aur antim mod

kabeer, meera aur natasha sunahare darwaze se ladakhadaate hue andar pahunche, aur jaise hee ve andar pahunche—

sab kuchh dhah gaya.

ghar kee deevaaren dhahane se cheekh uthee, aur phir—

ve baahar the.

sadak ke beech mein khade the.

haveli gaayab ho gaee thee.

jaise ki vah kabhee thee hee nahin.

lekin kabeer sachchaee jaanta tha.

ghar abhee bhee vaheen tha, kaheen, apne agle shikaar ka intazaar kar raha tha.

aur arjun…

kya vah vakai mar gaya tha? ya vah ab ghar ka hissa tha?

kabeer muda, us jagah ko dekhate hue jahaan haveli khadee thee.

ek pal ke lie, bas ek sankshipt pal ke lie—

usane kasam khaee ki usane arjun ko vahaan khade dekha tha, unhen dekh raha tha, usakee aankhen andheree aur jaankaar theen.

aur phir, vah chala gaya.

ant… ya nahin?

ghar shaayad nasht ho gaya tha

The end......

(agar koi galti ho maaf kijiyega and words me koi asuddhi to uske liye maafi)

 

[Ashish120]

Haunted Underwear Ki Kahani
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Spoiler

Ek aadmi ek purani thrift shop se ek vintage underwear kharidta hai, par usko kya pata tha ki wo ek haunted underwear niklega. Jab bhi wo pehenta hai, ajeeb paranormal activities hone lagti hain—bed hawa mein uthne lagta hai, doors khud ba khud khulne lagte hain, aur bina kisi reason ke moaning sounds aane lagti hain. Fir usko pata chalta hai ki underwear ek purani zamane ki bhootni se possessed hai, jo sirf andar-bahar underwear pehene pe fully manifest hoti hai. Ab uske saamne ek dilemma hai—pyar ya izzat?

Jaise-jaise us aadmi ko ye baat samajh aayi, uska tension badhta gaya. Ek taraf uski dignity thi—bhootni wale underwear mein din bhar ghoomna obviously ek samasya thi. Dusri taraf, jab bhi wo us underwear ko pehenta, ek ajeeb si sukoon bhari feeling aati thi… jaise kisi ne usko pyar se gale laga liya ho.

Ek raat, usne socha ki is mystery ka asli raaz jaana chahiye. Internet pe search karne ke baad usko ek purana news article mila—1940s mein ek aurat, Kamini, jisne apne aashiq ki bewafai ke baad suicide kar li thi. Aur jo kapde usne pehne the, unme ye underwear bhi tha! Ye underwear usi ka tha!

Ab wo aadmi ek kathin faisle ke samne tha. Ya to underwear ko jalakar apni normal life wapas le aaye, ya phir bhootni se samjhauta kare aur dekhe ki kahani kahan tak ja sakti hai.

Ek raat, curiosity ke haathon majboor ho kar, usne us underwear ko pehna aur bhootni se directly baat karne ki koshish ki. “Kamini, tum kya chahti ho?” Jaise hi usne ye kaha, room ka temperature gir gaya, aur ek halki si par sulagti hui aawaaz aayi—“Sirf ek chance...”

Aadmi ne socha, "Matlab ek date pe le jaana padega?"

Bhootni ne jawab diya, “Mujhe pyaar chahiye, aur ek final goodbye.”

Ab yeh toh unexpected tha. Ek haunted underwear aur ek tragic love story? Ye toh kisi bhi Tinder date se zyada complex tha.

Ab aadmi ne decide kiya ki wo Kamini ko ek proper date pe le jayega. Lekin kaise? Koi normal restaurant toh ek invisible aurat ke liye booking accept nahi karega.

Iska solution sirf ek tha—Underwear pehen kar hi date par jaana padega.

Aadmi ne ek fancy restaurant choose kiya, jisme candlelight dinner ka setup ho. Lekin ek bada challenge tha—logon ko bina dare bina shaque honi chahiye ki wo akela nahi hai.

Usne ek do-seater table book ki, aur jaise hi wo restaurant pahucha, usne dheere se underwear pehna. Ek halki thandi hawa chali, aur saamne wali chair khud-ba-khud pull ho gayi. Waiter ka chehra zara sa surprise hua, par usne socha ki shayad hawa chali hogi.

Aadmi ne muskurakar kaha, "Kamini, ye tumhare liye." Aur saamne ek plate mein spoon khud-ba-khud hilne laga.

Ab samasya yeh thi ki restaurant ke log confuse ho rahe the. Ek aadmi akela baitha hai, aur uske saamne ki plate, glass aur napkin khud chal rahe hain!

Tabhi ek waiter aaya aur poocha, "Sir, aapke saath koi aur hai?"

Aadmi ne socha ki sach bolna better hai. "Haan, meri ek special friend hai, jo thodi… alag tareeke se exist karti hai."

Waiter samajh gaya ki ya to banda pagal hai, ya koi prank chal raha hai. Usne nod kiya aur chala gaya.

Lekin tabhi ek aur problem shuru ho gayi.

Kamini ko jaldi gussa aa gaya kyunki aadmi baar-baar idhar-udhar dekh raha tha aur phone check kar raha tha. Achaanak, uska phone hawa mein utha aur uske muh par patak diya gaya!

"Kamini!" Aadmi ne dheere se kaha. "Aisa behave karogi toh main kaise enjoy karunga?"

Kamini ki shayari bhari awaaz aayi, "Tum bhi toh mujhe ignore kar rahe ho! Tum bas ek dare ke liye aaye ho, ya sacchi mohabbat karte ho?"

Aadmi sach bolna chahta tha, par sach yeh tha ki usse pyaar toh ho raha tha! Ek haunted underwear wali bhootni se pyaar? Ye toh kisi bhi horror movie ka worst-case scenario tha!

Tabhi waiter bill le kar aaya. Problem yeh thi ki aadmi ke paas sirf cash tha, aur Kamini invisible thi. Waiter expect kar raha tha ki saamne baithi "ladki" bhi apni share pay karegi.

Aadmi ne thoda hesitant hoke kaha, "Uh… Kamini ka bhi aadha add kar do…"

Waiter ne awkwardly dekha aur bola, "Sir, aap literally hawa se paise expect kar rahe hain?"

Room ke andar ek thandi hawa chali, aur bill waise ka waisa waiter ke haath se udh kar table pe gir gaya. Waiter panic mein bhaag gaya!

Ye date expected se zyada dhamakedaar thi.

Aadmi aur Kamini dono haste-haste restaurant se nikle. Kamini ke presence se ek ajeeb si khushi thi… aur ek ajeeb si tension bhi.

Ab sawal ye tha—kya aadmi is relationship ko aage le jaane ke liye tayyar tha? Kya uske gharwale maanenge ki uski girlfriend ek underwear-se-bandi hui bhootni hai?

 

[naag.champa]

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Kumudini​

Spoiler

Chapter 1​

My name is Kumudini. I am 19 years old and I live in the city. I decided to go for a vacation in our village named PaankPara. Before that my mother< Deepa. decided to take me shopping. I purposely dressed myself in a sari and blouse. The Sari was a dark brown in colour and the blouse had thin straps and was low cut revealing most of my cleavage. I decided keep my hip length hair open and apply optimum make up. When I came out of the room I was thrilled and surprised to see my mother too dressed in a similar attire, except her sari was a shade lighter than mine and she too had left her waist length long hair down. She looked beautiful.

"Mother?! You look amazing!", I could not help but say.

As we make our grand entrance into the bustling shopping mall, the cool air conditioning kisses our skin, a stark contrast to the sweltering heat outside. The soft murmur of chatter and distant laughter fills the air as we walk side by side, the clacking of our heels echoing against the gleaming marble floors. My heart races with excitement as I notice the glances thrown our way. Young and old, men and women alike, their eyes seem to follow the sway of our hips and the delicate fall of the sari fabric. I catch a few smiles, some envious, others admiring. My mother, ever graceful, seems unfazed by the attention, her eyes scanning the stores with a practiced ease. "Shall we start at the Sari store, Kumudini?" she asks, her voice a sweet melody that seems to resonate with the gentle jingle of bangles on her wrist. I nod eagerly, my eyes sparkling with excitement, and together we weave through the throngs of shoppers. Maybe this trip will be more exciting than I thought.

As we walked through the market, we bought only the essentials for my stay in the village. Mother insisted on getting me a few extra items that she said would be useful, winking slyly as she added them to the basket. She picked out some traditional village clothes that she said would suit me perfectly, and I couldn't help but blush at the thought of wearing them. The next morning, as I packed my luggage, she noticed that I had not included any undergarments. She simply nodded with a knowing smile, silently approving my choice to embrace the freedom of village life. "Remember, my dear," she said, her voice warm and gentle, "today you go as a girl, but when you come back, you will return as a woman." Her words resonated in my heart, filling me with both anticipation and a touch of anxiety about the journey ahead.

Chapter 2​

The arrangements for my stay had already been made. I was staying with an old acquaintance, a middle-aged woman and close friend of my mother named Neelima. Upon reaching PaankPara, the sight of Neelima's house brought a sense of tranquillity over me. The large, sprawling bungalow had a courtyard filled with lush greenery and a pond that reflected the beauty of the blooming lotuses and lilies. The air here was so clean, so different from the city's stifling embrace. I felt my lungs fill with the sweetness of pure oxygen as I stepped out of the car. In the days that followed, I noticed a change in myself. My skin glowed, my eyes sparkled brighter than ever before, and there was a certain vitality in my movements that I had never felt. The simplicity of village life was having a profound effect on me, making me feel more alive and connected to the world around me. I was eager to see how this newfound vitality would unfold during my stay with Neelima.

The next day, I woke up early to the sweet symphony of bird songs. The coolness of the early morning air was invigorating, and the gentle light of dawn peeked through the curtains of my room. I decided to take advantage of the quiet solitude and opted for a bath in the makeshift bathroom in the corner of the courtyard. The bamboo structure was covered with emerald-green shawl leaves that swayed gently in the morning breeze, whispering secrets to the world outside. Despite the absence of a door, I felt strangely liberated as I slipped out of my clothes and approached the hand pump. The cool water cascading over my naked body washed away the last traces of city life, leaving me feeling raw and reborn. As I scrubbed away the dirt and grime, I felt my inhibitions dissolve, and my mind wandered to the adventures that awaited me in this tranquil paradise. The rustic bathing area was surprisingly refreshing, and I found myself enjoying the feeling of the water caressing my skin without the barrier of fabric. It was as if nature itself was welcoming me into the fold of the village.

After taking a bath, as usual, I wrapped a ladies' towel around myself, covering from my breasts to my hips. The softness of the fabric against my skin was comforting, almost a second skin. I wrapped another towel around my long, curly hair, turban-style, to keep it dry and out of my face. As I entered the room, the scent of Neelima's garden greeted me, a delightful blend of exotic herbs and flowers that she tended to with such care. The room was bathed in the soft, golden light of dawn, and the mirror on the wall reflected my barely-covered figure. I took a deep breath, inhaling the fragrant air, feeling more alive than ever. I studied my reflection, noticing the changes in my body since arriving in the village. The towel clung to my curves, revealing the blossoming of my womanhood. I felt a mix of excitement and trepidation at the thought of what the future held in this place that was slowly becoming a second home to me.

After taking a bath, as usual, I wrapped a ladies' towel around myself, covering from my breasts to my hips. The softness of the fabric against my skin was comforting, almost a second skin. I wrapped another towel around my long, curly hair, turban-style, to keep it dry and out of my face. As I entered the room, the scent of Neelima's garden greeted me, a delightful blend of exotic herbs and flowers that she tended to with such care. The room was bathed in the soft, golden light of dawn, and the mirror on the wall reflected my barely-covered figure. I took a deep breath, inhaling the fragrant air, feeling more alive than ever. I studied my reflection, noticing the changes in my body since arriving in the village. The towel clung to my curves, revealing the blossoming of my womanhood. I felt a mix of excitement and trepidation at the thought of what the future held in this place that was slowly becoming a second home to me.

As I stood there, lost in my own thoughts, I heard a sudden rustling behind me. Startled, I turned to find Neelima, my mother's childhood friend and a woman I affectionately called 'Aunty', standing in the doorway with a knowing smile on her lips. She had pushed the curtain aside and entered without warning. My heart skipped a beat as she took in the sight of me, completely naked except for the towel around my hair. She looked me up and down, her eyes lingering on my exposed breasts and the patch of dark hair between my legs. Her smile grew wider, and she stepped closer. "Ah, Kumudini, you're becoming quite the young lady, aren't you?" she said, her voice filled with warmth and a hint of something else I couldn't quite place. I blushed deeply, feeling both embarrassed and oddly thrilled by her candid appraisal. Her presence didn't make me feel shy or self-conscious, rather it stirred something within me that I had never felt before. The air around us grew thick with unspoken understanding, and I realized that my journey to womanhood had only just begun.

Neelima Aunty's gaze was so intense, it was as if she could see into my soul. Her eyes searched mine, looking for something that I wasn't quite ready to reveal. "Kumudini," she said, her voice low and gentle, "I've seen you grow from a child to the beautiful young woman you are today. There's no need for modesty between us." She stepped closer, her hand reaching out to touch my arm. "Let me see the beauty that the village has brought out in you." With trembling hands, I slowly lowered my hands revealing my nudity to its full glory. They were larger now, the dark areolae puckered and sensitive. I watched as Aunty's eyes widened, and she took a sharp intake of breath. "So lovely," she murmured, her fingers brushing lightly over the soft mounds of flesh. Her touch sent a jolt of pleasure through my body, making me gasp. "Don't be shy," she repeated, her gaze never leaving my eyes. "You're in a safe place here. Let's explore this newfound beauty together." Her words filled me with a strange mix of excitement and fear, but I knew that I could trust her. Slowly, I let the towel around my hips fall away, exposing my most intimate parts to her gaze. Her smile grew even wider as she took in the sight, and I felt a warmth spread through me that had nothing to do with the morning sun.

Neelima Aunty's touch grew bolder as she caressed me all over, her warm fingers tracing every curve and dip of my body. Her eyes searched my face for any sign of discomfort, but all she found was a blossoming curiosity. When she leaned in to kiss me, it was as if the world had stopped spinning for a brief moment. The softness of her lips against mine was unlike anything I had ever felt, and I couldn't help but melt into the embrace. My own hands, now feeling more daring, found their way to her waist, pulling her closer to me. Our bodies pressed together, and I could feel the warmth of her skin seep into mine. Her hands roamed further, cupping my breasts gently, her thumbs brushing over my hardened nipples. "Your breasts are well developed, big and shapely," she murmured between kisses. "I'll bet that at school, they asked you to wear a sari at an earlier age than most girls do, am I right?" Her words sent a shiver down my spine, and I nodded, unable to find my voice. Finally, I said, “I blushed and answered, "Yes, Aunty. At school, they usually ask girls to start wearing saris once they're around sixteen, but for me, they made an exception when I was only fourteen." The way she looked at me, her eyes filled with a mix of admiration and something more, made me feel as if I was being seen for the first time.

Neelima Aunty's gaze was filled with a mix of maternal warmth and something much more intimate as she asked, "I am sure that your monthly cycle is regular, Kumudini?" I felt a rush of heat to my cheeks and nodded shyly, my voice barely above a whisper. "Yes, Aunty, but they are over for this month." Her eyes searched my face, looking for any sign of discomfort, but all she found was a strange, new sense of openness that I had never felt before. "Good," she said, her smile gentle. "It's important to be honest and comfortable with your body. I remember when your mother was your age, she too was so shy. But I taught her, just as I will teach you, the beauty of embracing who you are." Her hand reached out and caressed my cheek, her thumb tracing the outline of my lips.


We kissed again, this time with an intensity that took my breath away. Our tongues danced together, exploring the warm caverns of our mouths. The taste of her was unlike anything I had ever experienced, a heady mix of sweetness and spice that made my toes curl. As we pulled apart, she whispered in my ear, "Would you do something for me, darling?" Her voice was a soft, seductive purr that sent shivers down my spine. "Would you suckle on these?" she asked, her hand cupping her full, heavy breasts. She looked at me with such an open expression of desire that I could feel my body responding instinctively. I nodded, my heart hammering in my chest. "Y-yes, Aunty," I murmured. "I would love to." The anticipation grew as she guided me closer, her breath hot on my neck, and I leaned in, my mouth finding the soft peak of her nipple. The sensation was exquisite, and I felt a warmth pooling between my legs as I began to suckle, the gentle tug of my mouth echoing through my own body. She moaned softly, her hand tangling in my hair, and I knew that this was the beginning of a journey that would change me forever.

As I kissed and sucked on Aunty's nipples, she began to move her hand down my back, her nails lightly scratching my skin, sending shivers down to my core. She reached my buttocks and gave a firm squeeze, making me gasp and arch into her touch. Her other hand was still in my hair, guiding my movements, but now it felt more like a gentle coaxing, a silent encouragement to explore and enjoy. "Mmm," she murmured, her voice thick with pleasure. "You're a natural, my dear." Her thumb brushed against my cheek, and I opened my eyes to look into hers. They were dark with desire, and I could feel myself getting wetter with each passing moment. Her hand then slid down to my waist, and she whispered, "Lie down with me." I nodded eagerly, allowing her to lead me to the bed. She laid me down gently and hovered over me, her sari falling away to reveal her own beauty. Her skin was like molten gold in the soft light of the room, and I couldn't help but stare, my breath hitching in my throat. "Don't be afraid, my sweet girl," she cooed, her hand moving between my thighs. "Let me show you the wonders of being a woman." And with those words, she began to caress my most sensitive spot, her touch as gentle as a butterfly's kiss. I moaned and bucked my hips up to meet her hand, lost in the sensations that she was creating within me.

As Aunty's hand grew bolder, I felt the tension in my body coil tightly like a spring ready to snap. Her thumb worked its magic on my clit, rubbing in a rhythm that matched the pounding of my heart. The reflection in the mirror showed me a side of myself I had never seen before: a young woman on the brink of ecstasy, my eyes glazed over with passion and my mouth open in a silent scream. Aunty's gaze never left mine, and the love and hunger I saw in her eyes only served to drive me closer to the edge. Finally, with a gasp, I felt the world shatter around me as my orgasm took over. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed through me, my body shaking and convulsing beneath her touch. Her fingers slipped into me, filling me with a sudden, sharp pain that was soon overtaken by an even more intense pleasure. I could feel the warmth of her blood mingling with mine as she claimed me, transforming me from a girl to a woman in one swift, beautiful motion. As the aftershocks of my climax subsided, she kissed me again, her hand still buried deep within me. "Welcome to the world of womanhood, Kumudini," she whispered against my lips. The stickiness between us was a bond that would never be broken, a testament to the love and acceptance we had shared in that moment.

As she pulled away, I felt a sense of loss, but the warmth of her embrace remained. Neelima Aunty looked at me with a mix of pride and possessiveness that sent a thrill through me. She wiped her fingers, stained with the evidence of my innocence lost, and said, "From now on, I will call you 'Koon'." The pet name resonated deep within me, feeling like a secret shared between us, a symbol of our newfound closeness. My cheeks were flushed, and I could feel the stickiness of our combined juices on my skin. But rather than feeling embarrassed, I felt a strange sense of belonging, as if I had finally found my true place in the world. "K-Koon," I stuttered, tasting the new name on my tongue. It felt right, somehow. "Thank you, Aunty," I managed to say, my voice hoarse with emotion. She leaned in and kissed me gently on the forehead before standing up. "Now, let's get you dressed," she said with a smile. "We have a whole new world to explore together, my love." I watched as she picked out a simple yet elegant village dress for me, one that would allow the air to kiss my skin. As I put it on, I knew that from this moment on, I would never be the same. The name 'Koon' was now a part of me, a symbol of my transformation under the warm, guiding hand of Neelima Aunty.

Chapter 3​

I stared at my reflection in the mirror, the soft fabric of the sari wrapping around me like a second skin, revealing more than it concealed. The absence of a blouse or petticoat made me feel like I was standing before the world in all my naked glory, but there was something incredibly empowering about it. I watched as Neelima Aunty's skilled fingers worked their magic, tying the sari in a way that accentuated my curves without revealing too much. She had also styled my hair into a sleek bun at the back of my neck, a stark contrast to the wild tangle it had been moments ago. "Why is it customary for young women to wear only saris here, Aunty?" I asked, my voice still trembling slightly from the intensity of our shared experience. She looked up at me, her eyes filled with the wisdom of the ages. "In PaankPara, my dear Koon, we believe that a woman's true beauty lies in her natural state. The sari, without the constraints of modern undergarments, allows us to move freely and embrace the feminine energy that flows within us." The revelation was both surprising and liberating.

As I dressed in the simple yet elegant garb of the village women, I felt a newfound confidence in my femininity, the knowledge of my own beauty and desirability a potent aphrodisiac. The day ahead promised to be filled with the scent of exotic spices, the sounds of laughter, and perhaps more unanticipated experiences that would continue to weave the tapestry of my time in Paankpada. Neelima Aunty pushed the door open and instructed me, "Koon, don't comb or tie your hair. I will take her to the market as you are now. You are looking very beautiful and attractive with your hair uncombed and open." I nodded, a thrill of excitement coursing through my body at the thought of being seen like this. My hair cascaded down my back in soft, wet waves, framing my bare shoulders and back. The fabric of the sari clung to my curves, and the light fabric of the petticoat was all that separated my nakedness from the world. As I stepped into the marketplace, the warmth of the sun kissed my skin, and I felt the eyes of the villagers upon me. Some looked away, embarrassed, while others stared openly, their gazes hungry. I knew that I was the talk of the town, but I didn't care. In that moment, I was the most beautiful and powerful person in the world. Aunty's hand was a steady presence at my waist, guiding me through the throngs of people, her proud gaze never leaving mine. We moved through the market like a queen and her handmaiden, and I knew that I was home.

The boats began to arrive at the quarry, their hulls scraping against the rough stone as the villagers secured them. Out came the potential buyers, their eyes scanning the area with the eagerness of hunters spotting fresh prey. They were from nearby regions, men I had never seen before, their eyes alight with curiosity and desire. And there I was, standing at Aunty's side, my body on display, my long hair flowing freely down my back, the sari wrapping around my curves like a second skin. The fabric was a deep emerald green that set off the honeyed tone of my skin, and the gold border shimmered in the sun. I noticed the way their eyes lingered on me, the way their conversations hushed when we approached. It was as if I was a prize to be won, a jewel to be admired and desired. And in that moment, I understood Neelima Aunty's strategy. Her clever ploy of using my beauty as bait had drawn them in, and now, it was up to us to reel them in. Her stall was the most crowded, her goods the most examined, and it was all thanks to me. She had used my innocence and beauty to her advantage, and the power that came with it was intoxicating. The knowledge that I was the center of attention, that my allure was bringing wealth to our household, filled me with a sense of purpose and pride. I was more than just a pretty face; I was a weapon, a tool, a means to an end. And as the coins clinked in the basket and the goods were bartered away, I felt a strange kinship with Aunty, a bond forged in the fires of desire and ambition.

It was then that she excused herself, leaving me in the midst of the bustling market, a beacon of beauty and temptation. I watched as she moved away, her sari swaying gently with each step, until she was obscured by the thick trunk of a mango tree. Her voice grew faint as she spoke to someone hidden from my view, and I felt a twinge of curiosity mingled with a hint of jealousy. Who could be more important than me, the apple of her eye, the jewel in her crown? But Aunty had taught me patience, and so I waited, my eyes darting from the curious glances of the men around me to the spot where she had disappeared. Her smile grew wider with each whispered word, and I couldn't help but wonder what secrets she was sharing. The anticipation was a delicious torment, and I found myself eager to hear the sweet sound of her voice again, to feel the warmth of her hand guiding me through this maze of bodies and desires. The market was a cacophony of sounds and smells, but all I could focus on was the silent conversation that was taking place just out of my earshot. And as I waited, my heart racing with excitement and fear, I knew that whatever was happening was going to change my life forever.

Chapter 4​

We reached home soon. Aunty approached, she looked into my eyes with a seriousness that I had never seen before. She stood behind me, gathered my open hair at the base of my nape and clutched it in one hand, making me face the mirror. Her hand tightened in my hair, and she pulled my head back slightly, forcing me to look at her. "Koon," she began, her voice a low purr that seemed to resonate through my very soul, "you have done well today. Your beauty has brought much fortune to us." She stepped closer, her breath hot against my cheek. "But now, it's time for the final test of your womanhood." I could feel the heat of her hand on my bare skin as she squeezed my breast, her thumb rolling over the sensitive peak. "There's a man," she whispered, her eyes never leaving mine, "a powerful man who has noticed your allure. He desires you, and in exchange for one night of pleasure, he will grant us a boon that could set us for life." I gasped, my heart racing. I had heard whispers of such things before, but they had always felt like distant myths, not the reality that now faced me. "You must not be afraid," she continued, her grip on my hair tightening slightly. "This is the way of our village. We give ourselves to ensure our survival, our prosperity."

Her eyes searched my reflection, looking for any sign of hesitation or fear. But all I felt was a strange mix of excitement and acceptance. I had come to PaankPara to grow, to become a woman in the true sense of the word. And if this was the price of that growth, if this was the key to unlocking the secrets of the village, then so be it. "I understand, Aunty," I murmured, my voice shaking slightly. "I will do as you ask."

As the reality of the night ahead settled in, I couldn't help but feel a mix of fear and excitement. "Auntie," I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper, "what if it hurts?" Neelima Aunty leaned in closer, her breath warm against my ear. "It might," she admitted, "but only for a moment. The pleasure that follows is unlike anything you've ever felt. And remember, I'll be with you. I'll make sure it's as gentle as possible." Her words were a comfort, but the anxiety in my stomach remained. "What if... what if I don't know how to please him?" I asked, feeling the heat in my cheeks. Neelima Aunty chuckled, her hand caressing my cheek. "My sweet Koon, you're a natural. Besides, he'll show you everything you need to know. Just follow his lead and let your instincts guide you." She traced my jawline with her thumb before giving me one final, lingering kiss. "You are beautiful," she whispered, "and you will be more than enough for him."

With her words of encouragement echoing in my mind, I took a deep breath and tried to still the butterflies in my stomach. The man she had spoken of was a powerful merchant, known for his wealth and influence. To be chosen by him was an honor and a burden, a rite of passage that I had never imagined I would face so soon. Yet, as the shadows grew longer and the market grew quieter, I felt a strange sense of empowerment. I was no longer a girl playing dress-up in Aunty's clothes; I was a woman with a role to play, a weapon to wield in the game of village life. And as the first stars began to twinkle in the inky sky, I knew that I was ready to face whatever the night had in store.

The door to Aunty's chamber creaked open, and the cool evening air flooded in, carrying with it the sweet scent of jasmine from the garden outside. My heart pounded in my chest as I took in the sight before me. There, standing in the doorway, was Neelima Aunty, her hand outstretched, her smile as brilliant as the moon rising over the distant hills. And beside her, a figure emerged, a woman whose face was so familiar it was as if I were staring into a mirror—my own mother. "M-Mother?" I stuttered, my voice barely above a whisper.

Neelima Aunty stepped forward, her eyes gleaming with a fierce pride. "Yes, my love," she murmured, her voice a gentle caress that seemed to fill the very air around us. "Your mother has come to bless your union tonight." The room spun as I took in her words, the gravity of the situation settling over me like a heavy blanket. My mother, whose eyes searched my own, looked just as surprised as I felt. But there was something else in her gaze—a spark of understanding that seemed to bridge the gap between us.

My knees trembled as I took a step forward, the soft fabric of my sari brushing against my bare legs. "What... what does this mean?" I asked, my voice trembling with emotion. Aunty's grip on my arm tightened, her eyes never leaving mine. "It means," she said, her voice a low purr that sent a thrill through my body, "that you are truly becoming a woman of PaankPara. Tonight, you will prove your worth and secure our future."

I looked to my mother, whose own eyes searched my face for any sign of fear or hesitation. But all she saw was a determination that mirrored her own. She nodded, a single tear tracking down her cheek. "I am proud of you, Kumudini," she whispered. And with those words, she stepped aside, revealing the man who waited for me beyond. He was tall, with dark eyes that seemed to devour me whole. I knew in that moment that this was the test I had been preparing for, the ultimate act of womanhood in the eyes of the village.

The candles flickered in the dimly lit room, casting shadows across the walls that danced like ghosts. My heart raced as I approached him, my bare feet silent on the cool stone floor. The anticipation was almost unbearable, a delicious tension that coiled in my belly and made me feel alive. The man reached out a hand, and I took it, letting him lead me to the bed that had been prepared, adorned with silks and scented with the petals of a hundred roses.

As he lay me down, his eyes never leaving mine, I felt a strange calm wash over me. This was my fate, my destiny, and I would embrace it with open arms. The whispers of the village had become my reality, and as the night deepened, so too did my understanding of what it truly meant to be a woman in the world of PaankPara.

Chapter 5​

The air in the chamber grew thick with the scent of anticipation as the Patron, a robust and handsome man with a gentle smile, entered the room. My breath hitched in my throat as his eyes widened, taking in my youthful beauty, the soft candlelight playing across my skin like a lover's tender caress. I felt exposed yet powerful in the delicate embrace of my sari, the fabric barely concealing the curves that had drawn his gaze. His silent appreciation was a sweet symphony, a warm embrace that enveloped me in a cocoon of desire.

The Patron approached the bed with a confidence that both thrilled and terrified me. His eyes never left mine as he removed his own garments, revealing a body that was the stuff of legend—powerful, sculpted, and alluring. The whispers of the village had painted a picture of his prowess, and now, I was about to experience it firsthand.

With a gentle touch that belied his strength, he lay beside me, his hands tracing the contours of my body with a reverence that was at once comforting and electrifying. His eyes searched my own, seeking the consent that had been granted by the village's unspoken laws. As his gaze held mine, his hands moved with a new urgency, exploring the softness of my breasts and the curve of my hips. The touch of his calloused hands against my skin was like nothing I had ever felt before—firm, yet tender, a silent promise of the night's delights.

The first thrust was a shock, a sudden and foreign intrusion that stole my breath. But as he filled me completely, the pain began to recede, replaced by a warmth that spread through my body like wildfire. His movements grew more fervent, his breath hot against my neck as he whispered sweet nothings into my ear. I could feel my own body responding, my hips rising to meet his, my own moans mingling with the symphony of the night outside.

And yet, amidst the passion, I was acutely aware of the unseen audience—Neelima Aunty and my mother, watching from the shadows, guiding me through this sacred rite of passage. Their eyes upon me only served to fuel the fire within, pushing me to give all of myself to this man, to prove my worth as a woman of PaankPara.

As the night stretched on, I lost myself in the rhythm of our bodies, in the dance that was as old as time. And when the dawn finally broke, painting the sky in shades of pink and gold, I knew that I had passed the final test of my femininity. I was no longer just a girl from the city; I had become a woman of the village, bound by its traditions and secrets. The price of this newfound belonging was steep, but as the warmth of the Patron's embrace lingered on my skin, I couldn't help but feel that it had been worth every moment. But he was long gone.

As the reality of the night's events sank in, I found myself unable to look away from the mirror. The girl I saw reflected back at me was no longer the innocent teenager who had first stepped into Aunty's courtyard. She was a woman now, her eyes filled with the wisdom of experience and the weight of a newfound responsibility. "But why do we do this?" I finally asked, the question that had been gnawing at me all along.

Neelima Aunty and my mother, who had entered the room unnoticed, exchanged a knowing glance. "My dear," Aunty began, her voice filled with a warmth that seemed to hold all the love in the world, "in Paankpada, we understand that our beauty and sexuality are not just for ourselves, but for the good of the village." She gestured to the lush greenery outside, the very essence of fertility and life. "We are like the earth," she continued, "fertilile and giving. Our passion is the water that makes the crops grow."

Her words painted a vivid picture, one that resonated deep within me. It was as if I could feel the very pulse of the village's lifeblood, the energy that flowed through the land and into the hearts of its people. "By sharing ourselves with these men," she explained, her gaze never leaving mine, "we ensure the prosperity and protection of our people."

Their explanations filled me with a sense of purpose, a newfound appreciation for the role I was now to play in the village's traditions. I took a deep breath, feeling the warmth of the candlelight on my skin and the gentle whispers of the night air through the open windows.

Looking into my mother's eyes, I whispered, "I'm scared."

Her hand squeezed mine. "We all were once," she said, "but fear turns to strength, and strength to love. You will find your way, as all women of Paankpada do."

Their words wrapped around me like a warm embrace, calming the storm of doubt and apprehension that had been building within me. As I lay there, surrounded by the scent of jasmine and the whispers of the village outside, I knew that no matter how strange or overwhelming this new life was, I had the support of the women who had come before me, and that was enough to face whatever lay ahead.

With trembling hands, I reached up to touch my mother's arm, needing the reassurance of her presence. "What will be my future here, Mother?" I asked, my voice barely more than a whisper.

Her expression grew gentle as she looked at me, a soft smile playing on her lips. "I guess just like mine. I too withheld the traditions of the village and please many patrons till one day one of the patrons fell in love with me and married me. He took me to the city as his wife. One day, you will be someone’s wife too" she said, her eyes shining with hope, "But not just any wife. You will be a woman of Paankpada, a keeper of our traditions. And like me, you may find love in the most unexpected of places."

The thought of marrying a man I didn't know, of bearing his children, was both thrilling and terrifying. Yet, as I looked into her eyes, filled with the wisdom of her own experiences, I felt a strange sense of peace.

"But what if I don't... if I don't bear daughters?" The question hung in the air, a silent plea for guidance in a world that was so foreign to me.

Mother's gaze softened. "Then, we will continue to pray and hope for the best," she murmured. "Our tradition is strong, but it requires those who are willing to carry it on. If fate brings you sons, we will raise them to be men who respect and cherish the women of their village. And perhaps, in time, they too will find a place in the world outside, bringing honor to Paankpada."

Her hand rested on my stomach, a silent promise of the life that could grow within me. "But do not worry about such things now," she continued, "For tonight, you have taken the first step on a journey that will shape you in ways you cannot yet imagine. Embrace it, and let the village embrace you in return."

Her words were a balm to my fears, a gentle nudge towards the acceptance that I knew I needed to find. As the candles flickered and the night pressed against the walls of the chamber, I felt a newfound resolve within me, a determination to become the woman that Paankpada required, and perhaps, to find love along the way.

The end

 

[LONELYCHAHAK]

MUMMY KA KAAMUK RISHTA​

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HELLO EVERYONE,MAI HU ARJUN EK SIDHA SADHA COLLEGE JANE WALA LAUNDA PAR JAANTA HU KI MERE BAARE MEI AAP UTNA KUCH JAANNE KE UTSUK HONGE NAHI.

WELL MAI ISSE KAHANI TOH NHI KAHUNGA KYUKI YE EK SACCHI GHATNA HAI JO MAINE APNI KHULE ANKHO SE DEKHI HAI MERI MAA AUR MAUSAJI KE BEECH HOTE HUYE.
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YE GHATNA TAB KI HAI JAB MAI MEHEZ KUCH 6-7 SAAL KA CHOTA BACHA THA AUR TAB AAP SAMJH HI SAKTE HAI KI MERI MAA KITNI MAST PATAKHA RAHI HONGI.
CHALIYE PHIR MAI AAPKO KAHANI KE PATRO SE MILWATA HU.....

PEHLE NO.PAR AATE HAI MERE MAUSAJI JINKA NAAM HAI ASHOK SINHA JO KI EK HATTE KAATTE WELL BODY WALE ACHE AADMI HAI JO KI KUCH AISA DIKHATE HAI..

AB BAARI AATI HAI VISHWASUNDARI YAANI MERI MAA KI BAARI,MERI MAA KAA NAAM VEENA TIWARI HAI AUR WOH USS WAQT 33-34 KI RAHI HONGI AUR USS WAQT UNKE BODY KA SIZE 34-30-36 RHA HOGA AUR ITNI DUDH JAISI GORI CHITTI MERI MAA KI KOI BHI CHAKRA JAAYE.
YE RHI MERI MAA(VEENA)



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TOH DOSTON MAI AB KAHANI KI SHURUAT KARNE JA RHA HU

SUBAH SUBAH KA WAQT THA JAB PAPA KO KAAM KE SILSILE SE KUCH LAGBHAG 1 SAAL KE LIYE DELHI SHIFT HONA PADA.

UNKE JAANE PR AB GHAAR MEI HUM CHAAR YAANI KI MAI, MAA,DADAJI AUR DADI HI BACHE THE.MUMMY PAPA KE JAANE PAR DUKHI TOH THI PAR APNE KAAM MEI LAGE RETHI TAAKI PAPA KO ZYADA YAAD NA KRE.

MUMMY BOHOT SANSKARI THI JO MERE SAAAMNE PAPA KO GALE TAK LAGNE NHI DETI THI.PAR KISKO PATA THA KI WAHI MAA EK RAAND BAN JAYEGI JO KHULE AAM CHUD RHI HOGI.


PAPA KO GAYE DO HAFTE HI HUYE THE KI TABHI MERE MAUSAJI JISSE MAINE AAP SABKO MILWAYA HAI WOH AANE KI SUCHNA DE DIYE CALL PR.

MAUSAJI KI WIFE YAANI MERI MAUSI KI DEATH KAAFI TIME PEHLE HI HO CHUKI THI AUR AB MAUSAJI 6 MAHINO KE LIYE HUMAARE YAHA AA RHE THE OFFICE KE KAAM SE.

MAI NA JAANE KYU PAR SHYAD MERA YE VEHEM THA PAR NA JAANE KYU MUJHE YE DIKH RHA THA MAA KE CHEHRE SE KI MAA MAUSAJI KE AANE SE KAAFI KHUSH THI JAISE KI EK NAUKRIWAALE KO BONUS DEKHKE LAGTA HAI.

MAUSAJI KO AANE MEI ABHI BHI 2-3 DIN THE PAR MAA KO CHAIN KAHA THA.MAA NE BAZAAR SE NAA JAANE KYA KYA KHARIID LAAYI.

MUMMY JAB GHR AAYI THI TOH MERI EK BACHE KE HONE KI WAJAH SE AADAT THI KI SAB CHIZE MEI KHOLKE DEKHU PAR IS BAAR MAI MUMMY KE BATHROOM MEI JAATE HI JAISE HI PEHLA KAPDE KA PACKET KHOLTA HU TOH MUJHE YE MILTA HAI DEKHNE KO.




TAJJUB KI BAAT YE THI KI MAA KO MAINE NORMAL BRA PANTY HI PEHENTE DEKHA THA PAR PEHLI BAAR MUJHE KUCH AISA DIKHA THA.MERE MAN MEI AB SAWAL THE KI KYA MAA YE PEHENENGI YA KISI AUR KE LIYE HAI.

PAR YE SOCH BHI MERI MAUSAJI KE AANE KE DIN KHATAM HOGYI JAB MAINE MAA KO SAREE KE NICHE ISSE PEHENTE DEKHA THA.
MAA KE BADE BADE BOOBS PR YE AISE LAG RHA THA MAANO SWARG KI KOI APSARA HO AUR MAA USSE PEHENKE KHUDKO MIRROR MEI DEKHKE SMILE DETI HAI UAR KUCH DER KHADI RETHI HAI.




AB BAARI THI MAUSAJI KE AANE KI AUR MAA PEHLE SE BOHOT SAARA PAKWAN KHANA AUR SAB KUCH BANAKAR AUR KHUDKO KO KUCH YUN TAIYAR KRKE MAUSAJI KA PALKE BICHAYE INTEZAAR KAR RHI THI.



ABHI TOH BAS AANE KI BAAT PR YE SAB HUA HAI AAGE AB MAUSAJI KI ENTRY HONE WAALI HAI TAB KYA HOGA DEKHTE HAI.

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TOH BHAIYON PICHLE UPDATE MAI MAINE APKO KUCH ZARURI JAANKARI PRADAAN KI THI AUR YE BHI BATYA THA KI MAA AB MAUSAJI KA INTEZAAR KR RHI THI.

AB ENTRY HOTI HAI MERE MAUSAJI KI JINKE LOIYE MAA NE KHUDKO KAAFI ACHE SE KUCH YU TAIYAAR KIYA HUA THA.

AB ENTRY HOTI HAI MERE MAUSAJI KI JINKA FASHION SENSE USS TIME KE HISAAB SE SACH KAHU TOH KAAFI ACCHA THA AUR ISKA AAP ISSI BAATSE ANDAZA LAGA SAKTE HAI KI UNKE GOOD LOOKS AUR FASHION KE CHALTE HI BOHOT PROPOSAL AAYE THE.

AB AAYE MERE MAUSA JI JO KI GHAR MEI ENTRY LIYE.

MAUSAJI KE AANE PR MAA TOH JAISE MAANO HAWA MEI THI MAA NE AAGE BADHKE MAUSAJI KI AARTI KE THAAL SE AARTI KI AUR PHIR UNHE MITHA KHILA KR ANDAR BULAYA.

MAUSAJI PEHLE TOH THIK RHE PHIR DADA JI AUR DADI KE AASHIRVAD KO LENE KE BAAD HUMAARE DUSRE KAMRE MEI AAYE.

MAA AUR MAUSAJI TOH JAISE MAANO LAG RHA THA KI KAYI SAALO KE INTEZAAR KO PURA KR RHE THE APNI AANKHO SE.

TABHI MAUSAJI NE MAA KO HUG KIYA AUR JO MAA MERE SAAMNE PAPA KO CHUNE TAK NHI DETI THI AAJ MAUSAJI SE LIPAT KE KHADI THI.



KUCH DER AISE HI LIPAT KE KHADE HONE KE BAAD MAA AUR MAUSAJI BAITHE BED PR AUR PHIR HASKE BAAT KRNE LAGE.

MAUSAJI(ASHOK)-KAISE HO BHABHI JI?AAPKI TABIYAT KAISI HAI AAJKAL? SAB THIK HAI NA?

MAA(VEENA)-MAI TOH THIK HU AAP KAISE HAIN ?

MAUSAJI(ASHOK)-MAI TOH THIK HU BHABHI JI,BAS AAP TO APNE HAI TOH BATA DU(KEHKE MAUSA JI NE AAS PAAS DEKHA AUR PHIR MERI TARAF DEKHKE SOCHA KI BACHA HI TOH HAI AUR PHIR MAA KA EK HAATH LEKE PANT KE UPAR SE LUND PR RAKH DIYA APNE AUR MAA SE BOLE)BAS YAHA DARD REHNE LAGA HAI.



MUJHE LAGA THA AUR VISHWAS THA KI MERI SANSKARI MAA WOH HAATH WAHA SE HATA KE MAUSAJI KO DAANT KE CHALI JAYENGI.
PAR MAI GALAT SAABIT HUA JAB MAA NE MAUSAJI KE LUND PR HAATH PHERNA SHURU KRDIYA AISE.



MAA NE MAUSAJI KO EK SMILE DEKE KAHA,

MAA(VEENA)-SHAAM KO JAB MAAJI AUR BAUJI(DADIJI AND DADAJI)TEHELNE KE LIYE(WALK PR) JAYENGE TAB MAI THORI SI MAALISH KRDUNGI KYA PATA AAPKO AARAM MILE.

MAUSAJI(ASHOK)-ARE THANK U BHABHIJI AAPNE TOH DIL KHUSH KR DIYA YE KEHKE.

MAI YE DEKHKAR HAIRAN THA PAR MAI KUCH NHI BOLA AUR DONO HASKE KHUSHI SE EK DUSRE KO SMILE DIYE AUR MUMMY DADIJI KE BULAANE PR UTHKE CHALI GAYI.

UPDATE - 3​

TOH DOSTON KAISE HAIN AAP ? HALAKI AAP JAWAB NAHI DE SAKTE TOH MAAN LETA HU ACHE HONGE AUR LUND TAIYAR HOGA PADHKAR HILANE KO TOH KAHANI KI SHURUWAAT KRTE HAI PHIR BINA DERI KE.

TOH PICHLE UPDATE MEI HUMNE PADHA KI KAISE MERE MAUSAJI AAYE AUR MERI RANDI MAA JISNE PAPA KO CHUNE NA DIYA WOH AAJ MAUSAJI KE LODE PAR HAATH PHER RHI THI EK RAAND KI TARAH.

-->TOH AB SHAAM KO DADA JI AUR DADIJI APNE SER KRNE YAANI TEHELNE KE LIYE NIKAL CHUKE THE AUR AB GHAR PR HUM TEEN BACHE THE YAANI KI - MAUSAJI, MAA,AUR MAI.

MAI AUR MAUSAJI HALL MEI BAITHE THE AUR MAA CHAI BANA RHI THI AUR BEECH BEECH MEI MAI MAUSAJI AUR MUMMY MEI KUCH ISHAARE BAAZI BHI CHAL RHI THI.

MUMMY NE MAUSAJI KO DEKHKE PEHLE YE ISHARA DIYA.





JISKO DEKHKAR MAUSAJI NE MUMMY KO AANKH MAARI AUR EK FLYING KISS DI.

YAHA TAK TOH THIK SAHI PAR SHYAD AB MUMMY AUR MAUSAJI KUCH ZYDA HI AAGE BADH CHUKE THE.
MUMMY NE AB MAUSAJI KO DEKHKAR KUCH AISA ISHAARA KRDIYA.




ISS ISHAARE KO DEKH KAR SHAYAD HI KISI KA RUKNA SAMBHAV THA AUR WAHI HUA.
MAUSAJI UTHE AUR MAA KE KAMRE KI TARAF ISHARA KIYA.

MAUSAJI JAB KAMRE MEI GAYE TOH MAA MERE PAAS AAKE MUJHE OREO KI BISCUIT THAMA DI AUR KAHA

MUMMY(VEENA)-BETA TUM AARAM SE OREO KHA KE TV DEKHO MAI TUMHARE MAUSAJI KO ZARA SA MASSAGE DE DETI HU THIK HAI NA TUM UTHNA MAT TV DEKHO.

MAINE HAA MEI SAR HILA DIYA PAR UNHE KYA HI PATA THA KI MERE DIMMAAG MEI KYA HAI.MUMMY BINA KISI SHAK KE ANDAR GYI JAHA KI MAUSAJI KHADE THE AUR GATE KO JUST LAGA DIYA BAND NAHI KIYA THA.

LAGBHAG 5-6 MINUTE HI HUYE HONGE KI TABHI MAI UTHA AUR DABE PAANV AAGE BADHA.MUJHE CURIOSITY KE SAATH KI ANDR KYA HO RHA HAI ISS BAAT KA BHI DAR THA KI KAHI MUJHE WOH DEKHLENGE TOH MUSHKIL HO JAYEGI.

PAR MAI DARWAZE TAK POHONCHA HI THA KI MUJHE HALKI HALKI AAWAZEIN AA RHI THI JO KI MAUSAJI KI THI.

MAI HALKA SA GATE KO EKDUM THODA SA KHOLTA HU TOH SAAMNE KA MUJHE DRISHYA DIKHTA HAI KI MUMMY AUR MAUSAJI KHADE HAI AUR MAUSAJI KA PANT UNKE GHUTNO KE NICHE THA AUR MUMMY KE HAATH MEI UNKA LODA JO WOH HILA RHI THI AUR MUMMY MAUSAJI KE SAAMNE KHADI THI AUR MUMMY KI BLOUSE KHULI HUYI THI AUR MAUSAJI BOOBS KO HALKA HALKA DABA RHE THE.



MAUSAJI(ASHOK)-BHABHI JI MAZAAA RHA HAI BOHOT AAPKE HAATH TOH KAMAAL KE HAAI WAISE BHABHI JI MERA LUND APKO KAISA LAG RHA HAI BADA HAI NA AAPKE LIYE?

MUMMY(VEENA)-SACH KAHU TOH MUJHE YE LODA KAAFI PASAND AAGYA HAI DEKHIYE NA LAMBA CHAUDA HAI KITNA DEKHKE HI MAN KR RHA HAI KI ANDAR LE LU.

MAUSAJI(ASHOK)-TOH LE BHI LIJIYE BHABHI JI KISNE ROKA HAI MONU BETA TOH BAHAR BAITHA HAI.

MUMMY(VEENA)-ARE ABHI NAHI AARAM SE RAAT MEI HONGI SAARI CHIZEI AUR USKE BINA BHALA KAISE?

MUMMY NE APNE HAATH SE CONDOM KA ISHARA KIYA AUR MAUSAJI NE KAHA..

MAUSAJI(ASHOK)-BHABH JI USKI CHINTA NHI SHAAM KO MONU KO ICE CREAM KHILANE KE BAHANE LE JAUNGA TAB LETA AAUNGA THIK HAI NA?

MUMMY BHI SMILE KI AUR ANI RAFTAR TEZ KRDI AUR DONO EK DUSRE KE AANKHO MEI DEKHKE KHADE HI AUR TABHI MAUSAJI BINA WARNING DIYE MAA KE UPAR JHADNE LAGE.

MUMMY NE PHIR BHI HILANA JAARI RAKHA UAR THORI DER BAAD MUMMY RUKI AUR MAUSAJI KI TANKI BHI KHAALI HOGYI TOH MAUSAJI BOLE..

MAUSAJI(ASHOK)-BHABHI JI MAAF KIJIYEGA KHUDKO AAPKI KHUBSURTI KE AAGE MAI ROK NHI PAYA.

MUMMY(VEENA)-KOI BAAT NHI HOTA HAI BAS AAGE SE THODA DHYAAN RAKHIYEGA.

MAUSAJI(ASHOK)-CHALIYE BHABHI JI AB BAHAR CHALTE HAI WARNA MONU SOCHNE LAGEGA KI AISI KAUNSI MASSAGE MIL RHI HAI MAUSAJI KO MUMMY SE.

YE SUNTE HI MAI JHAT SE BHAAGTE HUYE APNI CHAIR PR BAITH GYA AUR TABHI GATE KHULA MUMMY AUR MAUSAJI BAHAR AAYE AUR MUMMY BOLI-AAP JAIYE ARJUN KE PAAS MAI CHAI BANAKE LAATI HU.

MAUSAJI MERE PAAS HI AAKE BAITH GYE AUR MAI FAKE SMILE DEKE BAAT KO TAAL DIYA TAAKI UNHE SHAK NA HO.

PHIR MAUSAJI MUJHE SE BOLE..

MAUSAJI(ASHOK)-BETA SHAAM KO NA ICE CREAM KHANECHALENGE THIK HAI NA?

MAI(ARJUN)-NHI NHI MAUSAJI MUMMY THANDA KHAANE SE MANA KRTI HAI USSE TABIYAT KHARAB HO JATI HAI.

MERE ITNA KEHTE HI MUMMY KITCHEN SE BAHAR AATE HUYE BOLTI HAI..

MUMMY(VEENA)- BETA AAJ KHA LO AAJ JAO MAUSAJI KHILA RHE HAI TOH KHA LO MANA NHI KARTE.

MERI MAA JO MUJHE ICE CREAM CHUNE TAK NHI DETI THI WOH AURAT AAJ MUJHE KHUD KEH RHI THI BETA ICE CREAM KHA LO TOH ISS BAAT SE HI MAN MEI SOCH RHA THA KI KITNI AAG LAGI HOGI BHALA MAUSAJI AUR MUMMY KO CHUDAI KI.

MAINE BHI HAA MEI SAR HILA DIYA AUR MUMMY MAUSAJI KO CHAI DEKE CHALI GAYI.

UPDATE-4​

TOH PICHLE UPDATE MEI AAP SABNE DEKHA KI KAISE MUMMY NE MAUSA KA LODA HILAYA AUR UNKI BAATEI BHI SUNI.TOH AB MAUSAJI SHAAM KO MUJHE ICE CREAM KHILANE LE JAANE WAALE THE.

-->TOH AB SHAAM KA WAQT HO CHALA THA AUR MAUSAJI NE MUJHE DEKHKAR KAHA..

MAUSAJI(ASHOK)-BETA ARJUN, CHALO SHAAM KO CHUKI HAI NA JALDI SE CHALO HUM LOG ICE CREAM KHANE JAYENGE YAAYYY.

MAUSAJI KE ISS KHUSHI KA RAAZ MAI JAANTA THA KYUKI USSI BAHANE MAUSAJI AB CONDOM KHARIDNE WAALE THE AUR USSE PEHENKAR KYA PATA MAA KO CHODE.

MAI BHI FAKE HAPPINESS DIKHARTE HUYE NIKAL GAYA AUR HUM LOG ICE CREAM WAALE KE PAAS POHONCHE JAHA MAINE AUR MAUSAJI NE ICE CREAM KHAAYI AUR PHIR MAUSAJI NE MUJHSE PUCHA..

MAUSAJI(ASHOK)-BETA ARJUN ZARA YE TOH BATAO KI YAHA AAS PAAS DAWAI KI DUKAAN KAHA PADTI HOGI?

MAI MAUSAJI KO KEHTA HU....

MAI(ARJUN)-MAUSAJI YAHA PAAS MEI HI TOH HAI WOH RHA WAHA FOOTPATH KE PAAS.

MAUSAJI MUJHE APNE SAATH MEDICAL STORE LE GAYE AUR DUKANDAR NE UNSE PUCHA..

DUKANDAR-BATAIYE BHAIYA KYA DU?


MAUSAJI(ASHOK)-BHAIYA ZARA 5 CONDOM KE PACK DE DIJIYE.


DUKANDAR-KAUNSI FLAVOUR DU BHAIYA?

MAUSAJI(ASHOK)-WOH TOH PATA NHI KYA HAI NA MERI PATNI SE MAINE PUCHA NHI KI UNHE KAUNSA FLAVOUR PASAND HAI?

MAUSAJI KI ISS BAAT KO SUNKAR MAI THODA SOCHMEI PAD GAYA THA KYUKI MAINE AAP SAB KO BATAYA HI HOGA KI MERI MAUSI KI DEATH HO CHUKI THI TOH PHIR BHALA YE KAUNSI NAYI BIWI YE LE AAYE.

PAR TABHI MAUSAJI NE KAHA..

MAUSAJI(ASHOK)-RUKIYE ZARA MAI PHONE KRKE HI PUCH LETA HU.

MAUSAJI KE ISS BAAT MERE KAAN KHADE HOGYE MAI WAIT KR RHA THA K DEKHU ZARA KISKO CALL KRENGE YE BHALA.AUR TABHI PHONE KE USS SIDE SE AAWAZ AAYI "HELLO"JO AUR KISI KI NHI MERI MAA KI AAWAZ THI.

MAUSAJI(ASHOK)-JI KAUNSA FLAVOUR LELU KAUNSA PASAND HAI AAPKO?

MUMMY(VEENA)-JI MERE LIYE EK KAAM KIJIYE CHOCOLATE,STAWBERRY AUR RAJBHOG FLAVOUR LE LIJIYE AUR SUNIYE EXTRA BHI LIJIYEGA SAATH MEI THIK HAI NA?

MAUSAJI NE HASTE HUYE KAHA..

MAUSAJI(ASHOK)-OK OK MAI RAKHTA HU CHALO BYE.
MAUSAJI DUKAANDAAR SE BOLE..

MAUSAJI(ASHOK)-BHAIYA DO DO PACK CHOCOLATE,STRAWBERRY AUR RAJBHOG TEENO FLAVOUR KE DO DO PACK DE DIJIYE.

MAUSAJI TEENO FLAVOUR LEKE DUKAAN SE MERE SATH NIKAL GAYE AUR PHIR MAINE PUCHA..

MAI(ARJUN)-MAUSAJI MUMMY KE LIYE ICE CREAM NHI LENGE?

MAUSAJI(ASHOK)-BETA MUMMY KE LIYE ALREADY MERE PAAS ICE CREAM HAI TOH ICE CREAM LENE KI ZARURAT NHI THIK HAI NA CHALO AB GHAR CHALE.

MAI AUR MAUSAJI GHAR POHONCHE TOH PAAYA KI EK ROOM MEI DADIJI AUR DADAJI BAITHE HAI AUR MUMMY KITCHEN MEI KHADI THI.UNHONE DOPHER MEI LUND HILANE KE BAAD SAREE BADAL LI THI KYUKI PURANI WALI PR MAUSAJI KE LUND KA MAAL GIR GAYA THA.MUMMY NE HUMEI DEKHA AUR KAHA..



MUMMY(VEENA)-ARE AAP LOG AAGYE ICE CREAM KHAKE?
MAI(ARJUN)-HA MAA AAGYE.

KEHKE MAI AUR MAUSAJI HUM LOG BAITHE THE MAUSAJI DADI JI AUR DADAJI SE BAAT KR RHE HOTE HAI KI MUMMY SAB KE LIYE CHAI LEKE AATI HAI AUR AAKE DADIJI AUR DADAJI KO DEKE MAUSAJI KO DETE HUYE EK ISHARA KRTI HAI JO KI KUCH AISA THA..



MUMMY YE ISHARA KRKE KITCHEN MEI WAAPAS CHALI GYI AUR PHIR MAUSAJI BHI DO MINUTE BAAD BATHROOM KA BAHANA KRKE CHALE GAYE.

BATHROOM AUR KITCHEN AAS PAAS HI THE ISILIYE ZYADA KO DIKKAT NHI THI YE BAHANA DENE MEI.

LAGBHAG 5-6 MINUTE HONE KO THE PAR MAUSAJI KA NAAMO NISHAAN NA THA TOH MAIN SAMAJH GAYA KI MAUSAJI KITCHEN MEI GAYE HAI,TOH MAI BHI DADAJI AUR DADI JI KE CUP KO RAKHNE KE BAHANE SE CHUPKE SE NIKAL GAYA KITCHEN KI TARAF AUR WAHA PAAS POHONCHKE JHUK KE SAFETY FOLLOW KRTE HUYE MAI NICHE SE JHUKE KE DEKHTA HU TOH KUCH YE DEKHTA HU..





MAUSAJI KHADE THE AUR MUMMY GHUTNO PR AISE HI SAREE MEI BAITHI THI AUR MUMMY KA SAR AAGE PICHE HO RHA THA.

MAUSAJI(ASHOK)-BHABHI JI KAISA LAG RHA HAI CHOCOLATE FLAVOUR MERE LUND PAR AAPKO?

MUMMY(VEENA)-BOHOT ACCHA HAI AUR KAAFI ACHA LAG RHA HAI AAPKA CHOCOLATY LUND CHUSNE MEI BILKUL CHOCOLATE KULFI JAISA HAI BAS FARK YE HAI KI YE WALI KULFI PIGHLEGI NHI AUR KAAFI KADAK AUR GARAM HAI.

MAUSAJI(ASHOK)-HAHA TOH PHIR ACHE SE CHUSIYE BHABHAJI MAI DHYAAN RAKHTA HU KI KOI AA NA JAAYE AAP CHUSTE RHIYE UFFFF BHABHI JI.

MAUSAJI YE KEHKE WAHI SE KHADE HOKE THODA BAHAR JHAANKNE KA TRY KIYE TOH MAI CHUP GAYA AUR PHIR THORI DER MEI MAI DEKHNE LAGA TOH YE DRISHYA PAYA.



MUMMY LODE KO CHORNE KA NAAM HI NAHI LE RHI THI MAANO JAISE UNHE EK PATI KA SUKH MILGAYA JO AAJ TAK NHI MILA.

MUMMY MAUSAJI KE LUND KE TOPE PR JEEBH PHIRA RHI THI AUR MAUSAJI AAANKHE BAND KRKE BAS MAZEE LE RHE THE.



AUR THORI DER BAAD PHIR SE BINA BATAYE HII MAUSAJI NE LUND MUMMY KE MUH SE BAHAR NIKAL KR MUMMY KE MUH PAR APNE LUND KA MAAL GIRANA SHURU KRDIYA.



THORI DER BAAD JAB MAUSAJI KA PURA MAAL NIKAL GAYA TAB MUMMY KHADI HUYI MUMMY KE PURE MUH PR MAAL HI MAAL THA BAS AUR MAUSAJI APNI PANT KO UPAR CHADHA KE PEHEN REH THE AUR MUMMY APNI SAREE THIK KR RHI THI.

MUMMY KA HAAL KUCH YUN HO GAYA THA..



MAUSAJI MUMMY KO KUCH NHI BOLE AUR AISE HI PANT PEHEN KE MUMMY KO SMILE DEKE NIKALNE LAGE TOH MAI CUP KE BAHANE KITCHEN MEI GHUSA AUR MAUSAJI NE MUJHE DEKHA AUR MERE SAR PAR HAATH PHERKE KAMRE MEI CHALE GAYE.

MAINE MAA KE UPAR LUND KA MAAL DEKHTE HUYE KAHA..
MAI(ARJUN)-MUMMY YE AAPKE CHEHRE PAR KYA LAGA HUA HAI?

MUMMY(VEENA)-BETA YE NA TUMHARE MAUSAJI NE THORI SI KHULFI KHILAYI NA TOH USKI HI MALAYI HAI BAS THIK HAI NA TUM JAO MUJHE KAAM KRNE DO.

YE BAHANA DEKE MUJHE MUMMY NE BHAGA DIYA PAR BHALA UNHE KYA PATA THA KI MAINE SAB KUCH DEKHA KI ABHI ABHI UNHE KIS KULFI SE MALAYI MILI HAI.MAI BHI BINA KUCH BOLE AAKAR SABKE SAATH KAMRE MEI BAITH GAYA.

UPDATE-5

TOH DOSTON KAISE HAI AAP SABHI?AAP LOG MUJHE JAWAB TOH DE NHI OAYNGE TOH MAAN LETA HU KI AAP SAB ACHE HI HONGE.

TOH PICHLE UPDATE MEI AAP SABNE DEKHA KI KAISE MAUSAJI NE MAA KO KULFI KE JAISE APNA LUND CHUSWA LIYA THA.

TOH BADHTE HAI AGLE UPDATE KI TARAF..

-->RAAT HO CHALI THI AUR SABKA KHANA PEENA HO GAYA THA AUR TABHI KHANE KE BAAD DADAJI AUR DADIJI HALL MEI BAITHE THE AUR MAUSAJI BHI UNHI KE SAATH BAITHE THE.

MUMMY KITCHEN MEI KAAM KR RHI THI AUR TABHI MAUSAJI NE KAHA..

MAUSAJI(ASHOK)-WAISE MAINE SUNA KI BANARAS KI RAATEI KAAFI ACHI HOTI HAI AUR KHANA BHI ZYADA HOGYA HAI TOH KYU NA MAI AUR BHABHI JI THODA SA TERRACE KA EK CHAKKAR LAGA KE AAYE.

MUMMY ISS BAAT PR SMILE KRNE LAGI AUR HAA MERI SAR HILA DIYA.
DADA JI AUR DADI JI ISS BAAT SE ANJAAN BHI THE TOH UNHONE BHI PERMISSION DEDI AUR JANE KO KEH DIYA.MAINE JAB JAANE KO KAHA TOH UNHONE MUJHE MANA KRDIYA AUR DADAJI AUR DADIJI KE SAATH REHNE KO KAHA.

MUMMY AUR MAUSAJI TERRACE PR CHALE GAYE.

MAI AB TARAS RHA THA KI KAISE MUJHE BHI THODA JAANE KA MAUKA MILE KYUKI MUJHE DEKHNA THA KI TERRACE PR BHALA KAUNSI ITNI RAAT KO WALK KR RHE HAI YE LOG.


MUJHSE BHI AB RAHA NA GAYA TO MAI DADI JI KO TOILET JANE KA BAHANA DEKAR BHAAGA TERRACE KI TARAF.

MAI APNE KADMO KO ZYADA TEZ NHI RAKHNA CHAHTA THA WARNA KYA PATA WOH DONO STAIRS PAR HI KHADE HO AUR MUJHE DEKHLE ISILIYE MAI DHEERE DHEERE UPAR CHADHNE LAGA.

MAI PURI SAFETY KE SAATH MAI UPAR POHONCHA PAR UNKI POSITION NA JANNE SE KI WAJAH SE MAINE JHAANKA TOH DEKHA KI SAAAMNE KI SIDE WOH NHI THE.

PAR MUJHE MAUSAJI KI AAWAZ AAYI JO KI KONE KI TARAF SE THI.MAI USSI TARAF BADHTA HU AUR THODA SA JHUKTA HU TOH MUJHE DIKHTA HAI KI MAA AUR MAUSAJI DONO KHADE HAI HI HAI PAR MUMMY KHADE HI JHUK KE MAUSAJI LA LUND MUH MEI LEKE CHUS RHI HU HAI KUCH ISS TARAH..



MUMMY MAUSAJI KA LUND MUH SE NIKAL KE LUND HAATH MEI PAKAD KE MAUSAJI SE KEHTI HAIN..

MUMMY(VEENA)-KOI AA JAYEGA JI YAHA PAR KHATRA HAI KOI DEKH SAKTA HAI AUR ABHI SHAAM KO TOH CHUSA THA.

MAUSAJI(ASHOK)-BHABHI JI AB KYA KARU MAI BHALA AAPKA MUH HI KUCH AISA HAI YE KAMBAKT LUND BAAR BAAR KHADA HO JAA RHA HAI AUR AAPKO TOH PATA HAI KI JAB TAK ISSE SHAANT NA KRO YE DARD KARTA HAI PLEASE THORI DER KI BAAT HAI KRDO NA AAP KOI NHI AAYEGA MAI DEKH RHA HU AAP KRO.

YE KEHKE MAUSAJI NE PHIR SE MAA KO JHUKA KE LUND KO UNKE MUH MEI DAAL DIYA AUR CHAAND KI ROSHNI SE MUJHE HALKA HALKA DIKH RHA THA KI MAUSAJI NE LUND PAR CONDOM NHI CHADHAYA THA AUR MUMMY KO AISE HI RAW CHUSWA RHE THE.

MUMMY BHI EK SANSKARI RAAND KI TARAH MUH MEI LODA LEKE CHUSNE LAGTI HAI LUND KO ACHE SE JAISE KOI PROFESSIONAL HO.

MAA CHUSTE CHUSTE APNE GHUTNO PR BAITH GYI AUR GHUTNO PR BAITHKE LUND CHUSNE LAGIN..




MAUSA JI MUMMY SE KEHTE HAI..

MAUSAJI(ASHOK)-WAAH BHABHI JI KITNA MAST CHUSTE HO AAP AUR YAHA AAPKI BEHEN THI JISSE YE SAB PASAND HI NHI THA AUR AAP HO KITNA MAS CHUSTE HO.

MUMMY(VEENA)-HA INHE BHI(YAANI PAPA KO)KUCH KHAAS YE SAB PASAND NHI AATA JAISE HI KARNE JAO JHAD JAATE HAIN AUR AAPKA LUND HAI JITNA BHI CHUSO KADAK HI HOTA JAATA HAI JHADTA NHI.

KITNE HARAMI HAI DONO KI YAHA CHUSAI KRTE KRTE DONO BONDIN KAR RHE HAI EK DUSRE MEI.

AUR TABHI MAUSAJI KEHTE HAI..

MAUSAJI(ASHOK)-BHABHI JI RAAT KO SONE KI KYA VYAVASTHA HAI?

MUMMY(VEENA)-WAHI MAAJI AUR PAPA JI APNE KAMRE MEI SOYENGE AUR AAP HALL MEI MAI AUR ARJUN DUSRE WAALE KAMRE MEI LEKIN EK KAAM KRIYEGA MAAJI AUR PAPAJI JAB SONE JAYE AUR APNA GATE BAND KRLE TAB AAP AA JAIYEGA KYUKI HALL MEI SHYAD THIK SE AAPKO NEEND NA AAYE.

MAI AB KHUD CHAHTA THA KI KEHDU KI KYU NHI KEH DETI MAA KI MAUSAJI SE RAAT KO BAJNA HAI TUMHE BAAJE KI TARAH MAGAR MAI BHALA KARTA BHI TOH KYA.

MUMMY EK ACHI MAUSAJI KI SANSKARI BIWI KI TARAH MUH KO AAGE PICHE KRTE HUYE LUND KO CHUS RHI THI KUCH YUN..



AUR TABHI MAUSAJI MUMMY SE KHETE HAI....

MAUSAJI(ASHOK)-BHABHI JI MERA NIKALNE KO HAI KYA KARU KAHA NIKALU?

MUMMY(VEENA)-MUH PE NIKALENGE TH SABKO DIKH JAYEGA EK KAAM KIJIYE MERE YAHA(BOOBS KI TARAF ISHAARA KARTE HUYE)NIKAAL DIJIYE.

MAUSAJI YE SUNTE HI APNA LODA HAATH MEI LEKE HIALTE HUYE MAA KE BOOBS PR JHADNE LAGE ZOR ZOR SE.



MAUSAJI(ASHOK)-UMMMM AAAH MAZAA AAGYA AAAH YESS UFF BHABHI JI.




LAGABHAG 2-3 MINUTE TAK AISE HI MAUSAJI KHADE RAHE AUR PHIR PURA JHADKE KAHA..

MAUSAJI(ASHOK)-BHABHI JI HOGAYA CHALIYE AB CHALTE HAIN.

YE KEHKE MAUSAJI NE APNI PANT PEHENI AUR MUMMY NE APNE BOOBS PAR PALLU DAAL LIYA BINA LUND KE MAAL KO PONCHE AUR PALLU SE DHAK KE AANE LAGE TOH MAIN BHI BHAAG KE GHAR MEI BATHROOM MEI CHALA GAYA.

AUR MAUSAJI AUR MUMMY HASTE HUYE NICHE AANE LAGE.


UPDATE-6​

TOH PICHLE UPDATE MEI AAP SABNE DEKHA KI KAISE TERRACE PR WALK KARNE KA BAHANA DEKAR MAUSAJI NE MAA KO LUND CHUSVAYA THA APNA.

PAR SHAYAD HI AAPNE EK BAAT NOTICE KI HOGI KI DO BAAR MUMMY NE MAUSAJI KA LUND CHUSA THA PAR ABHI TAK UNKA MAAL NAHI PIYA THA.

-->RAAT HO CHUKI THI AB DADA JI AUR DADIJI APNE KAMRE MEI SONE CHALE GAYE THE.MAI AUR MUMMY DUSRE KAMRE MEI SONE WAALE THE AUR MAUSAJI HALL WAALE EK BED PR SONE WAALE THE.

MUMMY NA JAANE KYU BAAR BAAR BAAHAR JHAANK RHI THI AUR JAISE HI DADAJI NE APNE KAMRE KA GATE BAND KIYA AUR SAARI LIGHT OFF HUYI MUMMY KE CHEHRE PE EK MITHI SI MUSKAAN AAGYI THI.

MUMMY KHADI HI THI KI MAUSAJI AAYE AUR KAHA..

MAUSAJI(ASHOK)-BHABHI JI WOH ZARA KOI MACHAAR KI DAWAI DE DIJIYEGA AGAR RAAT MEI MACHCHAR LAGE TOH.

MUMMY(VEENA)-AAP JAIYE MAI LE AATI HU ABHI AUR EK GIFT BHI THA WOH AAPKO DIKHATI HU AAP JAIYE.

MAUSAJI BHI KHUSHI KHUSHI HALL MEI CHALE GAYE.

MAUSAJI KE JAATE HI MUMMY NE AB JALDI JALDI ALMIRAH KHOLA AUR USME SE EK PLASTIC NIKALA AUR PHIR ALMIRAH BAND KARKE APNI SAREE UTAARNE LAGI AUR THODI DER MEI MUMMY PURI HI NANGI THI AUR MUMMY KHUDKO MIRROR KE SAAMNE KHADI DEKH RHI THI.

PATA NAHI KYU PAR MUMMY KHUDKO DEKHKE KHUSH HO RHI THI.

PHIR MUMMY NE PLASTIC SE JO BIKINI KHARIDI THI AGAR AAPKO LOGO KO YAAD NA HO TOH YAAD KARA DU..

MUMMY NE BIKINI PEHEN LI AUR KHUDKO MIRROR KE SSAMNE PHIR SE DEKHNE LAGIN.
SACH KAHUN DOSTO TOH MUMMY USS WAQT PR EK SWARG KI APSARA LAG RHI THI JO AAJ KISI KI RAAND BANNE WAALI THI.

MUMMY KUCH YUN DIKH RHI THI.




MUMMY PHIR MERE PAAS AAKE KEHTI HAIN..

MUMMY(VEENA)-BETA ARJUN TUM NA SO JAO MAI AUR MAUSAJI ITNE DIN BAAD MILE HAI NA TOH THORI DER BAAD BAAT KARENGE THIK HAI NA?

AUR MUJHE AISA KEHKE MAA NE MUJHE SO JAANE KO KAHA AUR MAI BHI AANKHE BAND KARKE SONE KA NAATAK KARNE LAGA AUR MUMMY KUCH DER KHADI RHI MERE PAAS AUR PHIR JAB UNHE YAKIN HONE LAGA KI MAI SO RHA HU TOH MUMMY MAUSAJI KE PAAS JAANE LAGIN.

MAINE APNI AANKHE THORI SI KHOLI TOH MUMMY KO KUCH YUN JAATE DEKHA..



MAI BHI MAA KE UPAR NICHE HOTE HUYE BOOBS KO DEKHKE SOCH MEI THA KI YAAR MAA KE INN BOOBS KO MAUSAJI JAISA AADMI HI MILA THA KYA?

PURE GHAR MEI ANDHERA THA AUR KOI HALCHAL NHI MAI KUCH DER TOH WAHI APNE BISTAR PR PADA THA PAR PHIR AB ACTION LENE KI BAARI THI AUR TABHI MAI UTHA AUR UTHKE MERE ROOM KE DARWAAZE KE PICHE KHADA HOKE JHAANKNE LAGA.

MAINE ROOM SE BAAHAR JHAANKA TOH PEHLE TOH ANDHERA DIKH RHA THA PAR PHIR DHEERE DHEERE AANKHE JAB ANDHERE MEIN SET HUYI TOH MUJHE KUCH AISA NAZAARA DEKHNE KO MILA.....



MAUSAJI MUMMY SE KEH RAHE THE.....

MAUSAJI(ASHOK)-BHABHI JI KYA BATAU MERE PAAS AAH UMM SHABD HI NHI HO RAHE KAISE BATAU AAPKO KI AAP KITNA MAST LODA CHUSTI HO.

MUMMY(VEENA)-MUJHE SUNKE KAAFI ACCHA LAGTA HAI KI AAPKO PASAND AA RHI HAI MERI LUND CHUSAI.

MAUSAJI(ASHOK)-BHABHI JI AAPKO EK BAAT KAHU?

MUMMY(VEENA)-HA KAHIYE.

MAUSAJI(ASHOK)-BHABHI JI MAI JUST ABHI ABHI MUT KE AAYA HU AUR LUND KO DHOYA NAHI THA.

MUMMY(VEENA)-OH ACHA ISILIYE SOCHU KI BHALA YE MUT KI SMELL AUR TASTE KYU AA RHA HAI AAPKE LUND SE.

MAUSAJI(ASHOK)-BHABHI JI AAPKO GUSSA NHI AA RHA HAI?

MUMMY(VEENA)-ISME GUSSE KI KYA BAAT HAI JI YE TOH HOTA HAI KOI BAAT NAHI MAI PHIR BHI AAPKE LUND KO CHUSUNGI CHAHE AAP MUT KR APNE LUND KO DHOYEN YA NA DHOYEN.

MAUSAJI(ASHOK)-OHH BHABHIJI THANK U SO MUCH UMM AP GREAT HO BHABHI JI U ARE THE BEST CHUSIYE ACHE SE LODA CHUSIYE.

MUMMY(VEENA)-AAPKA AADESH SARAANKHON PAR.

YE KHEKE MUMMY NE PHIR SE LODE KO ACCHE SE MUH MEI BHAR LIYA AUR MUH MEIN LEKE KUCH ISS POSE MEI CHUSNE LAGIN ZOR ZOR SE AUR MAUSAJI KE CHEHRE SE HI PATA CHAL RHA THA KI KITNA MAZAA LE RHEN HAI.

TABHI JO NAHIN HONA THA WOH HOGYA.
DADAJI KE ROOM KA GATE KHUL GAYA AUR PAKKA KOI BAAHR AANE WALA THA.
MUMMY AUR MAUSAJI PURE DAR GAYE AUR MUMMY UTHKE KAMRE MEI BHAAGNE KO THIN PAR MAUSAJI NE UNHE KAHA..

MAUSAJI(ASHOK)-BHABHI JI BHAGIYE MAT MERE CHADDAR MEI AAJAIYE.


YE KHEKE MUMMY KO UNHONE TAANGO KE BEECH ME LETA DIYA AUR KHUD BHI LET GYE.


ROOM SE DADA JI BAAHAR AAYE AUR MAUSAJI KO DEKHKE KAHA..

DADAJI-KYA HUA BHAI SHAB NEEND NHI AA RHI KYA?

MAUSAJI(ASHOK)-ARE NHI NHI CHACHA JI AISI KOI BAAT NHI HAI BAS SONE HI JAA RHA THA.


AUR ISSI BEECH MAUSAJI NE APNA EK HAATH CHADDAR KE ANDAR LE GAYE AUR MAUSAJI NE SHAYD MUMMY KO LUND THAMA DIYA THA AUR MUJHE THIK SE DIKH RHA THA KI MUMMY KA SAR UPAR NICHE HO RHA HAI HALKA HALKA.


DADAJI-THIK HAI SO JAIYE.

KEHKE DADAJI BATHROOM MEI CHALE GAYE AUR MAUSAJI NE APNI CHADDAR KO UTHAYA TOH MUMMY KUCH YUN LUND KO CHUS RHI THI.

MAUSAJI(ASHOK)-WAAH BHABHI JI TUSSI GREAT HO.

AUR TABHI DADAJI BAHAR AAYE BATHROOM SE TOH MAUSAJI NE PHIR SE MUMMY KO DHAK LIYA.

BHAIYO UMAR KE SAATH DADAJI KI NAZRE KAMZOR HO CHUKI THI ISILIYE UNHE RAAT MEI DIKHAYI NHI DE RHA THA ANDHERE MEI ZYADA ISILIYE BINA SHAK KE DADAJI APNE KAMRE MEI CHALE GAYE AUR ROOM BAND KRLIYA.

JAISE HI ROOM BAND HUA TOH MAUSAJI NE CHADDAR KO HATA DIYA AUR WAAPAS UTH KE BAITH GAYE.
MUMMY WAPAS THIKSE SIDHA LETI AUR CHUSNE LAGIN.

MAUSAJI MAZEE LE RHE THE AUR MUMMY BHI MAZE SE LODA CHUS RHI THI AUR TABHI MAUSAJI NE KAHA..

MAUSAJI(ASHOK)-BHABHI JI AAPSE EK REQUEST THI.

MUMMY(VEENA)-BOLIYE KYA BAAT HAI?

MAUSAJI(ASHOK)-BHABHI JI MAI APNE DO BAAR AB TAK LUND CHUSA MERA PAR AB TAK AAPNE MAAL NAHI PIYA MERA KYA AAPKO MERA MAAL GANDA LAGA?

MUMMY(VEENA)-ARE AAP BHI KYA BAAT KR RHE HAI BHALA AAPKA MAAL TOH BOHOT GADHA AUR GARAM HAI.

MAUSAJI(ASHOK)-TOH BHABHI JI PLEASE PI JAIYE IS BAAR.

MUMMY BHI SMILE KRKE HAA MEI SAR HILA DI AUR LUND KO CHUUSNE LAGIN AUR TABHI MAUSAJI BOLE.

MAUSAJI(ASHOK)-BHABHI JI LET JAIYE SIDHE MAI SAARA KA SAARA MAAL AAPKE MUH MEIN DAALNA CHAHTA HUN.

MUMMY BHI LET GYI AUR MAUSAJI BHI LUND KO MUMMY KE MUH MEI DEKE DO JHATKE DENE KE BAAD JHADHNE LAGE MUMMY KE MUH MEI.MAAL BOHOT ZYADA THA AUR ISILIYE MUMMY KE MUH SE BHI THODA SA NIKALNE LAGA PAR MUMMY BHI BINA RUKE PI RAHI THI KUCH YUN..




MAUSAJI PURA JHADKE MUMMY KE PAAS MEI LET GAYE AUR MUMMY BHI UTHKE AB MERE PAAS SONE KE LIYE AANE LAGIN.

MAUSAJI(ASHOK)-BHABHI JI KAB TAK BAS AAP LUND CHUSOGE KABHI AAPKI CHUT KE DWAAR MEI JAANE KA MAUKA DIJIYE.

MUMMY(VEENA)-KAL MAAJI AUR PAPAJI BAAHAR SATSANG K LIYE JAANE WAALE HAI TOH PURI DOPEHER AUR SHAAM HUMAARE PAAS HOGI TOH TAB AAPKO YE MAUKA MAI DE DUNGI AUR MAI ARJUN KO SULAA DUNGI.

MAUSAJI BHI KHUSH HOGYE AUR MUMMY JAB KAMRE MEI NANGI AA RHI THI TABHI MAUSAJI NE PICHE MAA KE GAAND PR SPANK KRDIYA.

MUMMY BHI SMILE KRDI AUR MAI CHUPKE SE BED PR AAKE SONE KA NATAK KARNE LAGA AUR MUMMY MERE PAAS NANGI HI AAKE SOGYI

UPDATE-7​

TOH PICHLE UPDATE MEI AAP LOGON NE DEKHA KI KAISE MUMMY NE SAARA MAAL PIYA THA MAUSAJI KA AUR AB AAJ UNKI CHUDAI KI KHABAR CHAPNE KO THI.

PAR KEHTE HAI NA KI HAR CHIZ AAPKE MUTABIK CHALEGI TOH AAP BHAGWAN NAHI HO JAYENGE?

AUR HUA BHI BILKUL KUCH AISA HI PAR MUMMY AUR MAUSAJI BHI KAM SHAATIR NHI THE EK RAASTA NAHI TOH DUSRA SAHI.

-->TOH SUBAH KA WAQT THA SAB LOG UTH GAYE THE PAR BAS MAI HI LATE THA.
MERE UTHTE HI MERE SAAMNE MERI JAGAT SUNDARI MERI MAA AAYI JO KHUDKO TAIYAAR KR RHI THIN.

MAA KI AADAT THI KI WOH SUBAH JAB TAIYAAR HOTI TOH EK PHOTO KHEENCH LETI AUR AAJ BHI WAHI HO RHA THA.

MUMMY KHUD AISE KHADE HOKE PHOTO CLICK KAR RHI THI.

MUMMY NE PHOTO TOH KHEENCHI PAR NA JAANE KYUN SHAYAD MUMMY KO USS SAREE MEI MAZAA NA AAYA TOH MUMMY NE DUSRI SAREE NIKALI AUR USSE PEHEN KAR PHOTO KHEENCHI.

MUMMY KO SHAYAD ISS SAREE MEI BHI MAZAA NAHI AAYA TOH UNHONE NE FINAL EK SAREE NIKALI AUR USSE PEHEN KAR PHOTO CLICK KI KUCH YUN..



MUMMY KO YE SAREE THIK LAGI TOH UNHONE ISSE HI PEHENNE RAKHA AUR KAAM KARNE CHALI GAYIN.

MUMMY AUR MAUSAJI DONO KHUSH THE KYUKI DADAJI AUR DADIJI SATSANG KO RAWAANA HONE WAALE THE AUR SHAAM SE PEHLE NAHI LAUT TE.

PAR KISMAT NE PAASA HI PALAT DIYA AUR JO NA HONA THA WAHI HUA.

DADAJI HALL ME MEI AAKE MAUSAJI AUR MUMMY KE SAAMNE BOL DETE HAIN.

DADAJI-HUM LOG SATSANG NHI JAA RHE SATSANG HI CANCEL HO GYA AAJ TOH HUM LOG BAS PAAS WAALE GHAR JAYENGE AUR AA JAYENGE THORI HI DER MEIN.

YE SUNTE HI MAUSAJI AUR MUMMY KA TOH MAANO CHEHRA HI UTAR GAYA.

MAINN UTHA AUR BRUSH KARNE LAGA AUR DEKHA KI MAUSAJI DUKHI HOGYE THE AUR WAHI HAAL MUMMY KA THA AUR KAMRE MEIN DADAJI AUR DADIJI TAIYAAR HO RHE THE PADOS WAALE GHAR MEI JAANE KE LIYE.

MAI BRUSH KARKE TV CHALU KARDETA HU AUR DADA JI AUR DADIJJI AAKE MUJHE PYAAR KARKE CHALE GAYE.

JAISE HI DADAJI AUR DADI JI GAYE MAUSAJI GUSSE MEI UTHE AUR KAHA.

MAUSAJI(ASHOK)-BHABHI JI ZARA KAMRE MAIN AAIYE BAAT KRNI THI.

MUMMY JO KAAM KAR RHI THI USSE TURANT UNHONE CHOR DIYA AUR MAUSAJI KO KAHA..

MUMMY(VEENA)-HA AAP KAMRE MEI JAIYE MAI AATI HU DO MINUTE MEIN.

MUMMY JALDI SE HAATH DHOKE MAIN DARWAZE PAR GAYIN AUR USSE BAND KARDIYA AUR MERE PAAS AAKE MUJHE BISCUIT DEKE KAHA..

MUMMY(VEENA)-BETA TUM YE OREO BISCUIT KHAO AUR SHINCHAN DEKHO MAI AUR MAUSAJI THORI DER BAAT KARKE AATE HAIN ZARA.

YE KEHKE MUMMY JALDI SE ROOM MEI BHAAGI JAISE KOI KAYAMAT AAGYI HO AUR JAAKE ZOR SE GATE KO LAGA DIYA AUR GATE ZOR SE LAGANE SE DHAMMMM KI AAWAZ AAYI.

MAINE TV KA VOLUME ZYADA NAHIN RAKHA THA.

LAGBHAG 5-6 MINUTE HI HUYE HONGE AUR MUJHE PEHLI BAAR KAMRE SE MAUSAJI KE HAANF NE KI AAWAZ AA RHI THI.

MUJHSE BHI RAHA NA GAYA AUR MAI UTHKAR GAYA.
MAINE JAISE HI THODA SA GATE KHOLA TOH PAAYA KI MAA GHUTNO PAR THI UNKI BLOUSE ZAMEEN PAR AUR MAUSAJI KA PANT UTRA HUA AUR MAUSAJI MUMMY KE BOOBS KE BEECH APNA LUND RAGAD RAHE THE KUCH YUN..



MUMMY MAUSAJI KE GUSSE KO SHAANT KARA RAHI THI AUR KEH RAHI THI..

MUMMY(VEENA)-AAP SHAANT JO JAIYE GUSSA NAHI HUA KARTE.

MAUSAJI(ASHOK)-KAISE NA GUSSA HOUN BHABHI JI AAJ KITNA ACCHA MAN THA KI AAPKI CHUT AUR MERA LUND KA MILAN HO JAATA.

MUMMY(VEENA)-ARE TOH KYA HOGYA HUM KOI AUR RAASTA DEKH LENGE JISSE MERI CHUT AUR AAPKA LODA EK HO JAAYEN.

MUMMY KE MUH SE YE BAATEIN SUNKE LAG RAHA THA JAISE KI MUMMY AB MAUSAJI KI BIWI BAN CHUKI HAIN.

MUMMY KE GALE MEIN MANGALSUTRA THA PAR NA JAANE AB WOH KISKE NAAM KA THA.

MUMMY ZOR ZOR SE APNE BOOB KO MAUSAJI KE LODE PAR PATAK RHI THI AUR MAUSAJI KO DEKH KE SMILE BHI KAR RHI THI.

MAUSAJI AB MUMMY KO SMILE KRTE HUYE GAAL PR HAATH PHERKE BOLE..

MAUSAJI(ASHOK)-BHABHI JI AAP MERA GUSSA SHAANT KRDIN THANK U MUJHE AISE TARIKE SE SAMJHAANE KO.

MUMMY(VEENA)-ARE YE TOH MERA FARZ THA.

MUMMY ACHE SE MAUSAJI KA LODA APNE BOOBS KE BEEHC RAGAD RHI THI AUR MAUSAJI BHI JOSH MEI AAKE BEECH BEECH MEI ZOR ZOR SE KAR RHE THE

KUCH HI DER MEI MAUSAJI NE MUMMY SE BOLA..

MAUSAJI(ASHOK)-BHABHI JI MERA NIKALNE KO HAI AUR TEZ TEZ KRDIJIYE.

MUMMY BHI JOSH MEI AAGYI AUR TEZ TEZ HILANE LAGI AUR THODI HI DER MEI MAUSAJI KUCH YUN JHADNE LAGE..



MAUSAJI APNE LUND KE MAAL KI EK EK BOOND MAA KE BOOBS PR GIRA RAHE THE.

THORI DER BAAD MUMMY UTHIN AUR MAUSAJI SMILE KRKE BOLE..

MAUSAJI(ASHOK)-MAI JAATA HU BHABHI JI THODA KAAM HAI EK CALL ATTEND KRLUN.

YE KEHKE MAUSAJI NIKALNE LAGE TOH MAI BHI AAKE CHAIR PR DUBAARA BAITH GAYA AUR MUMMY BHI KHUD KO SAAF KARKE BAAHAR AAGYI AUR TABHI BELL BAJI AUR DADA JI AUR DADI JI AAAGYE GHAR MEIN.

UPDATE-8​

toh jaise ki pichle update mei aap logon ne dekha ki kaise mausaji ne raat mei mummy ke boobs ke beech apna loda ragadwa diya aur apna saara maal unki naabhi mei daal diya.

par aaj shayad woh aur aage badhne waale the aur apne prem ko anjaam dene ke liye ek kadam aur aage badh rhe the.
subah ka waqt ho chala tha aur dadaji aur dadi ji ek paas ke hi rishtedaar ke ghar par gaye the kuch kaam se aur ghar zyada dur nhi tha.

mai just utha hi tha aur mummy naha kar likli thi aur saree pehen li thi jisme woh maano swarg ki apsara lag rhi thi.
mummy ki saree kuch yun thi ki mummy ka pallu kamar par bandha tha jisse unki kamar boobs cleavage navel sab ekdum clear dikh rha tha.
mummy ki saree kuch yun thi..



mummy kitchen mei kaam kar rhi thi tabhi mausaji jo subah walk par nikle the waapas aate hai aur mummy ko dekhke jhat se bathroom mei ghus jaate hain.

thori der baad fresh hoke mausaji bathroom se bahar aaye aur tab mummy mujhe khana khila rhi thi ki mausaji aake mummy ke paas baith ke bole..

mausaji(ashok)-are bhabhi ji chacha ji aur chachi ji kahin dikhayi nahi pad rhe kaha gaye hain?

mummy(veena)-woh zara paas ke hi ek ghar pr gaye hai abhi kuch hi der mein aajayenge.

mausaji toh maano jaise ye sunke bohot khush hogye the aur apne muh pr ek badi si muskaan lekar kehte hain..

mausaji(ashok)-bhabhi ji toh kya hum bhi kamre mei aaj karle?

mummy mausaji ko dekhti hain aur has deti hain aur kehti hain..

mummy(veena)-itna bhi waqt nhi hai humaare paas abhi kuch hi der mei aa jayenge woh.

iss baat pr mausaji thoda sa dukhi par bole..

mausaji(ashok)-are nahi nahi bhabhi ji mai uski baat nahi kar raha tha itni se der mei ache se thori ho payega bhala.

mummy(veena)-toh phir kisliye kamre mei jaana hai? phirse gussa aa rha hai kya?


ye bolkar mummy hasi aur phir mausaji ne kaha..

mausaji(ashok)-bhabhi ji bhale mai abhi andar nahi jaa sakta par

mummy(veena)-par kya?

mausaji(ashok)-par bhabhi ji mai aapke yoni se mere lund ko sata kr uss yoni ka feel toh le hi sakta hun maan lunga ki aapke andar ghus gaya aur phir aapki naabhi mei bij gira dunga.

mummy sochne lagin aur tabhi mausaji mummy ka ek haath pakad kar bole..

mausaji(ashok)-bhabhi ji please mana mat kijyega please.

mummy bhi smile krke boli..

mummy(veena)-aap ki baat bhi bhala kabhi maine mana ki hai aap kamre mei jaiye mai aati hu.

mausaji bhi khush hogye aur bole..

mausaji(ashok)-thank u bhabhi ji u are great acha suniye saree mei hi aajiyega utha kr sata lunga aur thoda ghis lunga.

ye kehkar mausaji kamre mei jaldi se chale gaye.

mai bas yehi soch rha tha ki in dono ki himmat aaj yaha tak badh gyi hai aur mummy itni badi raand ban gayin hai ki apne bete ke saamne ye baatei krne mei unhe zara si sharam nahi aa rhi.

par mai bhi aaj sochke baitha tha ki mai sab kuch aaj chupke nahi balki saamne se dekhunga isiliye jab mummy ne mujhse kaha..

mummy(veena)-beta tum tv dekho mai aati hu thik hai na tum tv dekhna.

main(arjun)-nahi mummy mujhe neend aa rhi hai mujhe bhi kamre mei sona hai.

mummy(veena)-par beta abhi subah subah sona hai kya hua?

main(arjun)-mummy pata nahin bas tabiyat kharab lag rhi hai aur main nahi chahta aap log baat kren toh meri tv se koi dikkat ho isiliye so hi jaunga toh thik hoga.

mummy thoda sochne lagin.
mujhe laga ki ispar mummy kuch kahengi mausaji se ki aaj nahi karte hai beta soyega toh bhala kaise hoga.
par mai pata nahi kyu har baar saala galat hojaata hun.
mummy ne saamne se mujhse keh diya..

mummy(veena)-thik hai beta aao tu so jao thik hai na.

mai bhi chup chap jaake so gaya ussi kamre mei aur ussi taraf muh karke soya tha jis taraf mummy aur mausaji letne waale the.

thori der baad mummy aati hain par mummy ko dekhke toh maano meri aankhei phat gayi thi.
mummy ne apni saree utaar di thi aur sirf bra panty mei aagyi thi ek chaddar lekar jo unhone mausaji ki taraf pheka.
mummy kaafi sexy aur kamuk lag rhi thi jisse dekh kar mausaji ka loda toh maano aisa lag rha tha jaise phat hi jayega kyu ki mummy kaafi sexy lag rhi thi.

mausaji toh mummy ko dekhke smile krdiye aur mummy phir bed apr aayi aur mausaji ne mummy se kaha..

mausaji(ashok)-arjun sogya kya bhabhi ji?

mummy(veena)-ha sogya hogya rukiye dekh lun.

mummy ne mujhe thoda hilaya toh mai bhi sone ka naatak karne laga aur mummy kko lag gya ki mai sogya hun toh mummy boli..

mummy(veena)-haa ji sogya hai ye.

ye kheke mummy karwat mei let gyi aur mausaji piche lete the mummy ke aur unhone chaddar odh rakhi thi aur mummy ko bhi odha di.

ab andar thodi halchal huyi aur thori der baad mummy aur mausaji se chaddar hati toh maine dekha ki dono nange hogye the aur mummy toh mast maal lag rhi thi aur piche mausaji mummy ke chut pr lund satane waale the.

mausaji tabhi piche se mummy ki chut pr lund sata ne lage aur halka sa chut aur lund mei ragadna hua kuch yun..



ab mausaji lund ko mummy ke chut ke upar ragadne lage aur mummy ki ek taang bhi utha di taaki achhe se ragad sake aur mummy se baat bhi kar rhe the.

mausaji(ashok)-bhabhi ji umm arjun na bohot acha ladka hai umm uff.

mummy(veena)-haa umm dekhiye na jaise hi usse pata chala ki umm aapka man ho rha hai toh woh sogya chup chap ummmm.

mai man se chah rha tha ki uth jau aur keh dun ki are randi soya nahi hu itne din se teri saari harkate dekh rha hu.
par mere andar utni taakat nahi thi ki ye kehdu warna maar toh padti hi aur usse zyada mujhe inka karyakram dekhne ko nahi milta.

mausaji(ashok)-waah bhabhi ji aapki chut bhi aapki tarah komal aur kamsin hai.

mummy(veena)-umm toh ragad lijiye na jitni marzi ho umm.

mausaji ko toh bas ye sunne ki der thi aur tabhi mausaji mummy ki ek taang ko uthaake maze se tez tez mummy ki chut pr lund ko ragadne lage kuch yun..



mausaji(ashok)-ummm bhabhi ji yess bhabhi ji.

mummy(veena)-ufff aa aapka lund bohot tagda hai maza aa rha hai.

tabhi mausaji mummy se kehte hain..

mausaji(ashok)-bhabhiji umm ek request thi.

mummy(veena)-request nahi ji hukum karen.

mausaji(ashok)-bhabhi ji mai aapka gala chock karke aapko aise ragdu?

mummy(veena)-aap jo chahe karen mai aapko umm mana thori karungi.

mausaji bhi smile krte huye mummy ke gale ko chock karte huye mummy ki hawa mei taang uthwa ke chut pr zor zor se lund ragadne lage aur zor se kuch yun..

dono pure josh mei the aur mausaji toh jaise maano apne hosh mei nahi the aur keh rhe the..

mausaji(ashok)-umm bhabhi ji yess maza aa rha hai aapki chut kya kamaal ki hai.

aur tabhi thori der baad mausaji mummy se bole..

mausaji(ashok)-bhabhi ji siidhe let jaiye mera nikalne waala hai aaiye.

mummy bhi jaldi se sidhe let gyi aur mausaji mumm ke upar baith gaye aur apna lund hila kr mummy ke pet pr apna maal giraane lage kuch yun..



mausaji(ashok)-umm bhabhi ji umm ufff yessss.

thori der tak yehi chala par dono ussi pose mei rhe aur mummy mausaji ka lund pakad kr aage piche karne lagi dheere dheere taaki ek ek boond unke upar gir jaaye kuch yun..



thori der baad dono alag huye aur apne apne kapde pehenne lage aur mausaji bathroom chale gaye aur mummy tab bhi mirror ke saamne khade hoke khud ki haalat dekh kar smile kar rhi thi kuch yun..



mummy smile krte huye apni saree se mausaji ka maal ponchti hai aur phir apni saree pehenkar kaam karne mei lag jaati hai aur mausaji bhi ghar se baahar zara kaam se nikal jaate hain.

UPDATE-09​

toh pichle update mei chut pr loda ragadne ke baad na jaane kyu dono ne din bhar kuch nahi kiya.

aur agle din ki dopeher huyi thi aur mummy ne saree pehen rakhi thi jo ki aage se kuch yun dikhti thi..



mummy kitchen mei kaam kr rhi thi aur mai tv dekh rha tha aur tabhi mummy ne mausaji ko bulaya aur mausaji aaye aur pucha..

mausaji(ashok)-kya hua bhabhi ji bataiye kya seva kare aapki?

mummy(veena)-suniye na agar aapke paas thoda tim ho toh kya hum log shaam ko thoda shopping ke liye chale?

mausaji(ashok)-are ye koi kehne ki baat hai chal lenge par lena kya hai aapko?

mai bhi ye soch hi rha tha ki tabhi mummy ne bola..

mummy(veena)-woh mujhe bra panty leni thi.

main toh maano ye sunke shock hi hogya tha ki mummy ab mausaji ke saath apni chaddi bra bhi lene waali hai kya baat hai yehi baaki tha ab par mai bhi kuch nhi bola.

mausaji(ashok)-thik hai bhabhi shaam ko chalte hai.

ye kheke mausaji waapas chale gaye aur mummy bhi kaam krne lagin.

shaam ko mai mummy aur mausaji mall mei aagye aur mummy aur mausaji eksaath ekdum satkar haath pakad ke chal rhe the pati patni ke jaise.

hum log ek undergarment ki dukaan mei ghuse jinke paas kaafi sexy aur hot collection tha dekhne mein.

hum enter krke jaise hi shopkeeper tak pohonche tabhi shopkeeper khud hi mausaji se keheta hai..

shopkeeper-hello sir welcome to kinky collections!what a nice looking couple u are sir.bataiye kya dikhau aapki miss ke liye.

mummy ka muh toh jaise laal hogya tha aur mausaji ke muh pr ek badi si smile aagyi thi par unhone ye baat clear out na karte huye chalne di aur mausaji ne kaha..

mausaji(ashok)-bhai meri wife ke liye kuch accha collection dikhana.

ye kehke mausaji ne mummy ki kamar pakad li aur apne karib khinch liya.

mummy bhi chup thi aur smile kr rhi thi bas sar jhuka kar par mana nahi kar paa rhi thi raand.

tabhi shopkeeper ne pehla collection dikhaya aur kaha..

shopkeeper-bilkul sir mai sab newly arrived dikhata hu dekhuye ye pehli waali hai.

usne pehli desgin dikAYI.


ye pehli design dekhkar mausaji mummy ke muh pr haath rakhke puchte hain..

mausaji(ashok)-ye kaisa hai jaanu?

mummy(veena)-aapko jo jo acha lage aap le lijiye mai pehen lungi.

mere man mei yehi chal rha tha ki waah meri maa ab aap mausaji ke pasand ki chaddi bra bhi pehnegi.

tabhi mausaji usse dusri design dikhane ko kehte hain toh shopkeeper dusri dikhata hai.

shopkeeper-ye lijiye sir ye bhi kaafi sexy hai.

usne dusri design di jo kuch aisi thi..

mausaji isse bhi pasand karte hai aur usse do teen deisgn aur nikalne ko kehte hain..

shopkeeper ek ek karke de rha tha..

shopkeeper-sir ye dekhiye isme apki miss toh aapko itni bha jayengi ki aap puri raat na chore dekhiye.

shopkeeper-ye dekhiye sir ek aur ye final hai sir aur sabse best hai ye humaare paas.



mausaji aur mummy sab design final karke kharid lete hain uar nikal aate hai uar tabhi mausaji kehte hain..

mausaji(ashok)-bhabhi aap thoda sa toilet mei aayengi kya?

mummy bhi haa mei sar hila di aur dono mere saath bathroom mei ayae aur mausaji ne mujhe dekhke kaha..

mausaji(ashok)-beta tum yaha baahar baitho yaha sink ke paas mai aur mummy thoda aate hain.

aur mausaji andar gaye private waale toilet mei aur gate ko band krliya.

jaise hi gate band hua mai uske paas waale toilet mai chupke se gaya aur toiet seat par pair rakh ke upar chadha aur maine dekha ki mummy saree upar karke aur panty niche sarka ke toilet seat pr haath rakhke jhuk ke khadi hai aur piche se mausaji apni pant niche sarka ke lund maa ki chut par ragad rahe hain kuch yun..



mummy ki aahen nikal rhi thi halki halki jisse chupaane ke liye mausaji ne jhat se haath dhar diya unke muh par aur ragadne lage lund ko.

mausaji mummy se kehte hain..

mausaji(ashok)-bhabhi ji aawaz na karen arjun baahar hi hai.

mummy(veena)-dariye mat kuch nahi hoga sun bhi lega toh koi baat nhi hogi aap karte rhiye.

ye sunke toh maano mausaji aur josh mei aagye aur phir aur zor se mummy ko pura jhuka kr ragadne lage kuch yun..

dono pure maze mei ye sab kar rhe the aur itne besharam ho chuke the ki ab apni aawaz bhi nahi chupa rahe the aur lage huye the.

tabhi mausaji bole..

mausaji(ashok)-umm bhabhi ji nikal rha hai umm.

aur mausaji mummy ki gaand pr hi apna maal nikaalne lage kuch yun..



mausaji(ashok)-aaaah ummm yess lelo bhabhi pura umm.

thori der baad jab pura maal nikal gaya toh mausaji apni pant upar karne lage aur mummy bhi panty pehen kar saree ko niche karne lagin.

mai bhi turant baahr aake jaise tha waise baith gaya jaise unka intezaar kar rha hun aur tabhi dono baahr ayae aur dono ke saath mei ghar ki taraf nikal gaya.

dono ekdusre ko dekhke smile kar rahe the aur hum waise hi apne ghar pohonch gaye.

UPDATE -10​

PICHLE UPDATE MEIN HUM YE DEKHNE KO MILA THA KI KAISE MAUSAJI AUR MUMMY APNE ANDAR KI AAG KO MALL KE WASHROOOM MEI BUJHA RAHE THE.

PAR AB SHAYAD HI UNKE ANDAR ITNI TAAKAT THI KI AB KHUD KO WOH ROK SAKE AAGE BADHNE SE.


-->HUM LOG JAB MALL SE WAAPAS AAYE TOH SAB KUCH NORMAL CHAL RHA THA PAR MAI MAUSAJI AUR MUMMY KE ANDAR NA JAANE KYUN EK BECHAINI DEKHNE KO PAA RHA THA.


MAI MAUSAJI HALL MEIN THE MUMMY KITHCEN MEIN KAAM KAR RHI THI AUR DADA J AUR DADI JI APNE KAMRE MEI THE.


AGAR AAPKO YAAD HO TOH PICHLE UPDATE MEI MAUSAJI NE MUMMY KE GAAND PAR APNA MAAL NIKAL DIYA THA JISKI WAJAH SE MUMMY KI SAREE KHARAB HO GAYI THI.


ISILIYE MUMMY NE AAKAR DUSRI SAREE PEHEN LI THI JO KI KUCH YUN THI..



MAUSAJI TABHI MAN MEI KUCH SOCHTE HAIN AUR MUMMY KO ZOR SE BOLTE NAHI TAAAKI DADJI AUR DADIJI SUN NA LE AUR PHIR CHUPKE SE MUMMY JAB UNKI TARAF DEKHTI HAI TOH UNHE KAMRE MEI AANE KA ISHARA DETE HAIN.


MUMMY BHI ISHAARO MEI KYA HUA PUCHTI HAIN PAR MAUSAJI KAMRE MEI HI BULATE HAI TOH MUMMY BHI APNE HATH DHO KE KAMRE MEI MAUSAJI KE PICHE PICHE JAANE LAGTI HAIN.


MAI APNE SAMAY KA INTEZAAR NAHI KRTA AUR JAISE HI MUMMY GATE LAGATI HAIN MAI TURANT UTHKE GATE KE PAAS JAATA HUN AUR CHUPKE SE DEKHTA HUN TOH PAATA HUN MAUSAJI AUR MUMMY BAITHE KE BAAT KAR RHE HAI AUR MUMMY KA PALLU NICHE SARKA HUA HAI YA SHAYD MAA NE KHUD HI SARKA DIYA HO.


MUMMY KAAFI KAMUK AUR MAST RAAND LAG RHI THI.

MAUSAJI MUMMY SE KEH RAHE THE..

MAUSAJI(ASHOK)-BHABHI JI AAKHIR KAB TAK AISE HI HUM UPAR UPR SE APNI ZINDAGI JEEYENGE BHALA AB KAB HUMAARA WAQT AAYEGA?


MAUSAJI APNE CHUDAI KE HONE KI TITHI JANNA CHAH RAHE THE AUR MUMMY BHI JAWAB DETE HUYE KEHTI HAIN..


MUMMY(VEENA)-MAI BHI TOH ABSE CHAH RHI HUN PAR KYA KARU YE DONO GHAR PAR HI HOTE HAI KABHI KOI MAUKA HI NHI MIL RAHA.


MAUSAJI BAAT KARTE HUYE BEECH BEECH MEI MUMMY KE BOOBS CHU RHE THE AUR MAUSA JI NE MUMMY KO BLOUSE SE BOOBS NIKALNE KA ISHARA KIYA.


MAUSAJI(ASHOK)-BHABHI JI(BOOBS PAR AANKH DIKHATE HUYE).


MUMMY BHI APNE BLOUSE KO KHOLE BINA HI BLOUSE KO NICHE KARKE BOOBS KO NIKAL LETI HAIN AUR KHADI HO JAATI HAIN.

MUMMY KO DEKHKE LAG RHA THA MAANO KOI SADAKKCHAP RAAND KO KYUKI MUMMY ITNI SEXY AUR KAMUK LAG RHI THI KUCH YUN..



MUMMY APNE PALLU KO NICHE HAATH SE PAKAD KE KHADI HO JAATI HAIN AUR SEXY RAAND KI TARAH MASUAJI KI TARAF KHADI HO JATI HAIN.

MAUSAJI AB MUMMY KE BOOBS KO HALKA HALKA DABA RAHE THE AUR MUMMY SE KEHTE HAIN..


MAUSAJI(ASHOK)-BHABHIJI MAANA KI YE DO KAHI NAHI JAA RHE PAR HUM TOH JAA SAKTE HAIN NA KYUN NA KAHIN BAAHAR GHUMNE KE BAHANE CHALE AUR KOI SASTI HOTEL MEI JAAKE MAZE KARLEN.KYA KEHTE HO AAP?


YE KEHKE MAUSAJI THODA PICHE KO HOKE HALKA SA LET GAYE AUR MUMMY UNKE UPAR BAITHKE UNHE DUDH PILANE LAGI KUCH YUN..



MUMMY MAUSAJI KO KEHTI HAIN..

MUMMY(VEENA)-EK KAAM KARTE HAIN NA JAB MAAJI AUR PAPA JI SO JAYENGE TOH HUM DONO AUR ARJUN CHUPKE SE NIKAL JAYENGE AUR KAHIN SASTI SI JAGAH RUK KE APNA KAAM SHURU KARDENGE.

MAUSAJI MUMMY SE BOLE..

MAUSAJI(ASHOK)-BHABHI JI ARJUN KO KYUN LENA HAI BHALA BAS HUM AUR AAP CHALENGE.

MUJHE LAGA MAA ISPAR MAAN JAYENGI.

PAR MUJHE YE NAHI PATA THA KI MERI MAA ITNI BADI RAAND HAI KI APNE HI BETE KO MOHRE KE RUP MEI ISTEMAAL KARE.

MUMMY(VEENA)-ARE AGAR ARJUN RAHEGA TOH AGAR HUMEI LATE BHI HUA TOH KEHDENGE ISSE GHUMAANE LE GAYE THE SIMPLE.

MAUSJAI BHI ISSBAAT PR MAAN GAYE AUR MUMMY KE DUDH CHUSNE LAGE AUR TABHI MAUSAJI NE KAHA..

MAUSAJI(ASHOK)-BHABHI JI ZYADA TIME NAHI HAI AB AAP KUCH KRKE ABHI KE LIYE ISSE BITHA DO.

MUMMY BHI UTHI AUR MASUAJI BHI BAITH KE APNA LUND NIKAL LIYE AUR MUMMY WAISE HI JHUK KE MAUSAJI KA LUND MUH MEI LEKE CHUSNE LAGIN.

MAUSAJI(ASHOK)-WAAH BHABHI JI AAP TOH TURANT KAAM PAR LAG JAATI HAIN.

MAUSAJI MUMMY KI SAREE UPAR KRKE UNHE CHUT KE SAATH KHELNE LAGE AUR MUMMY ZOR ZOR SE LUND CHUS RHI THI.

MUMMY(VEENA)-KYA KARU AAPKA LUND HAI HI AISA KHADA DEKHTE HI MAN KARTA HAI KI AB MUH MEI BHAR LUN.

YE KHEKE MUMMY GHUTNO PAR BAITH GYI AUR MAUSAJI KHADE HOGYE AUR MUMMY KAR SAR EK HAATH SE PAKAD KR MUMMY KA MUH CHODNE LAGE.

MAUSAJI AACHE SE RAFTAAR PAKAD KE TEZI SE MUMMY KA MUH CHOD RAHE THE KUCH YUN..



MAUSAJI(ASHOK)-BHABHI JI KAASH AAP MERI PATNI HOTI TOH MAI AAPKO KABHI AISE AAPKE PATI KI TARAH CHORTA NAHI AUR HUMESHA CHODTA.

MUMMY(VEENA)-SAHI KAHA AAPNE MERE PATI MEI UTNA DUM KA HAI JO AAPKE LUND MEI HAI ITNA TAGDA AUT ITNA KADAK UMM.

DONO SHAYAD AB APNE HAWAS KE SAATH APNA PYAAR BHI JATA RAHE THE EK DUSRE KE LIYE.

MAUSAJI(ASHOK)-TOH BHABHI JI MUJHSE SHAADI KRLO NA AKELE MEI MERI PATNI AUR DUNIYA KE SAAMNE BHABHI.

MUMMY ISBAAT PAR HAS DETI HAIN AUR KEHTI HAIN..

MUMMY(VEENA)-THIK HAI RAAT MEI MERI MAANG MEI SINDUR BHAR DIJIYEGA AUR PHIR SUHAAGRAAT TOH MANANA HI HAI HUMEI HAHA.

MAUSAJI BHI HAS DETE HAI UAR AB MUMMY KA MUH ZOR ZOR SE CHODNE LAGTE HAIN.

MAUSAJI(ASHOK)-UMMMM LO MERI HONE WAALI BIWI ACHE SE CHUSO APNE HONE WAALE PATI KA LUND.

MUMMY BHI PURE JOSH MEI THI AUR THORI DER CHUSAI KE BAAD HI MAUSAJI MUMMY PAR JHADNA SHURU KARDETE HAIN MUMMY KE CHEHRE PAR.

MAUSAJI(ASHOK)-UMM BHABHI JI UFF YESS LIJIYE APNE HONE WALE PATI KA BIJ APNE CHEHRE PAR.

MAUSAJI EK BHI BOOND WASTE NAHI KARNA CHAHTE THE AUR SAARA MUMMY KE CHEHRE PR DAAL RAHE THE KUCH YUN..



MUMMY PURA MAAL LEKE APNE CHEHRE PAR EK RAAND LAG RHI THI KAMUK KAMINI RAAND.

MAUSAJI(ASHOK)-JALDI KIJIYE BHABHI AB RAHA NAHI JAYEGA JALDI SE INHE SULA DIJIYEGA MAI CHALTA HUN.

KEHKE MAUSAJI BAAHR AANE LAGE TOH MAI BHI JAHA THA WAHA BAITH GAYA AUR MUMMY AUR MAUSAJI BAHAR AAGYE AUR APNE APNE KAAM MEIN LAGE GAYE.

UPDATE-11​

TOH PICHLE UPDATE MEI AAP SABN DEKHA KI KAISE MAA AUR MAUSAJI NE RAAT MEI EK SASTE HOTEL MEI JAANE KA FAISLA LIYA HAI.

DONO KI AAG KE SAAMNE AB KISMAT BHI GHUTNE TEK RAHI THI AUR WAHI HUA JO HONA THA.

--> RAAT KO KHANA KHANE KE BAAD DADA JI AUR DADI JI SONE CHALE GAYE AUR GATE KO BAND KARLIYA.

MAUSAJI HALL MEI TAIYAR HOKE BAITHE THE AUR KAMRE MEI MAA AUR MAI THE AUR MAA APNE KAPDE BADAL KR READY HO RHI THI.

MUMMY NE APNI COLLECTION SE EK BRA PATY NIKAL KR PEHNI AUR KHADI HOKAR MIRROR MEI KHUDKO DEKHNE LAGI AUR SELFIE LENE.

MUMMY NE KHUD KI SELFIE LI AUR PHIR SAREE PEHEN KAR KHUDSE KAHA..

MUMMY(VEENA)-AAJ RAAT MAI ASHOK JI KE LUND KI RAAND BAANE JAA RAHI HUN BHAGWAN SHAKTI DENA UNKE TAGDE LODE KO SEHNE KI.

MUMMY YE KEHKE SAREE PEHEN KAR AISE SELFIE LIYA KUCH YUN..



MUMMY ABHI SELFIE LE HI RHI THI KI TAB TAK MAUSAJI KAMRE MEI AAKE HASTE HUYE BOLE..

MAUSAJI(ASHOK)-BHABHI JI JALDI KIJIYE AB CHALTE HAIN WARNA YAHI PAR AAPKE SAATH SHURU KRNA PADEGA.

MUMMY BHI HAS DI AUR DONO NIKAL GAYE MUJHE LEKE.

HUM THORI HI DURI PAR JAAKE EK SASTI SI HOTEL MEI EK KAMRA LETE HAIN JISME DO BED THE AUR HUM KAMRE MEI AAYE TOH MAINE EK GLASS COKE ORDER KIYA AUR MAI BATHROOM GAYA AR JAB BAAHR AAYA TOH DEKHA KI MUMMY MERI COLD DRINK MEI CHUPKE SE KUCH MILA RHI THI.

MUMMY AAJ PURI RAAND HI BAN GYI THI KYUKI UNKI CHUT KI AAG ITNI ZYDA HOGYI THI KI UNHON APNE BETE KE DRINK MEI NEEND KI GOLI MILA DI THI TAAKI MAI TANG NA KARUN.

PAR MAI BHI TOH UNHI KA BETA HU SHYAD HARAMI TOH HOUNGA HI,
MAINE BHI CHUPKE SE COLD DRINK KO PHEK DIYA AUR CHUPKE SE AAKE SOGYA,
JAB DONO KO YE LAGA KI MAI SOGYA HU TOH MAUSAJI MUMMY SE BOLE..

MAUSAJI(ASHOK)-BHABHI JI AB SAREE UTAR DIJIYE GARMI LAG RHI HOGI HAI NA.

MUMMY BHI UTAAR KR SAREE KO NANGI KHADI HOYI THI AUR ITNI SEXY KAMSIN LAG RHI THI KUCH YUN..



DONO EK DUSRE KO DEKHKE SMILE KR RHE THE AUR MAUSAJI MUMMY KO DEKHTE HUYE KHUD BHI NANGE HOKE KHADE HOGYE AUR AB MAA KO ISHARA KIYA TOH MAA BHI GHUTNO PAR BAITH KE MAUSAJI KE LODE KO APNE MUH MEI LEKE AARAM DENE LAGIN KUCH YUN..



MAUSAJI(ASHOK)-UMM BHABHIJI UMM AAPKA MUH KISI AURAT JAISA NAHI JAANE KITNI RANDIYA CHODI MAINE PAR AAP KE JAISI KOI BHI NAHI.

MUMMY(VEENA)-ACHA JI TOH AAJ IS RAAND KA KYA HAAL KARNA CHAHENGE AAP?

MAUSAJI(ASHOK)-BHABHI JI AGAR AAP AAJ IJAZA DEDE TOH AAJ AAPKI KAMSIN CHUT MEI APNA LODA DAAL DUN.

MUMMY(VEENA)-ARE YE KOI KEHNI KI BAAT HAI ISILIYE TOH HUM ITNI RAAT YAHA HAI.

MAUSAJI(ASHOK)-TOH BHABHI JI AB AAP CHUSKE MERE LODE KO GEELA KARDE TAAKI MAI ANDAR TAK AAPKI CHUDAI KARUN.

YE SUNTE HI MUMMY ZOR ZOR SE SAR AAGE PICHE KARKE LUND KO CHUSNE LAGIN.

THORI DER AISI HI CHUSAI KE BAAD MAUSAJI MUMMY KO BED PAR SIDHA LETA KE
UNKE UPAR AATE HAI AUR MUMMY KI CHUT CHAATNE HI JAATE HAI KI MUMMY KEHTI HAI..

MUMMY(VEENA)-ARE ARE RUK JAIYE AAJ ITNA WAQT NAHI HAI ALREADY LATE HAI HUM TOH AAJ FINAL GAME KRDIJIYE MERI CHUT ALREADY GEELI HAI.

YE SUNKE MAUSAJI MUMMY PR LET KE CHUT PR LUND KO TIKAKE MUMMY KI AAKNHO MEI DEKHKE HALKA HALKA DHAAKA DENE LAGTE HAI KUCH YUN..



MAUSAJI(ASHOK)-AAH BHABHI JI UMM AAPKI CHUT KITNI TIGHT HAI EKDUM CHOTI BACHI KI TARAH UMM.

MUMMY(VEENA)-TOH AAP AAJ RAAT MUJHE CHODKE APNE LODE SE MERI CHUT KO EK SHADISHUDA AURAT KA BHOSDA BANA DIJIYE NA UMM..

YE SUNTE HI MAUSAJI ZOR ZOR SE MUMMY KI CHUDAI KARNE LAGTE HAI KUCH YUN..

DONO KE MUH SE CHEENKHEIN NIKAL RAHI HOTI HAI AAH UHH TEZT TEZ AUR MUMMY BHI PURI TAANGE FAILA RHI THI MAUSAJI KE LIYE.

KUCH 10 MINUTE KI AISI CHUDAI KE BAAD MAUSAJI KEHTE HAI..

MAUSAJI(ASHOK)-BHABHI JI AB AAP MERE UPAR AAJAIYE

YE KEHKE MAUSAJI LET GAYE AUR MUMMY UPAR AAKE LUND KO CHUT MEI LEKE UPAR NICHE HONE LAGTI HAI KUCH YUN..



DONO KHUB MAZE SE AISE HI KAR RAHE THW AUR MUMMY BEECH BEECH MEI KHUD KO MAUSAJI KE LUND PAR RAGAD RHI THI KUCH YUN..

THORI DER ISS CHUDAI KE BAAD MAUSAJI PHIR UPAR AAGYE AUR ZOR ZOR SE CHODTE HUYE MAUSAJI MUMMY SE KEHTE HAI..

MAUSAJI(ASHOK)-UMM BHABHI JI KAHA NIKALU?

MUMMY(VEENA)-ANDAR HI MERE ANDAR APNA PAVITRA RAS BHAR DIJIYE..
YE SUNTE HI MAUSAJI PURA PURA MAAL MUMMY KE CHUT MEI DAAALKE JHADNE LAGE KUCH YUN..


THORI DER BAAD JAB PURI TANKI KHAALI HOGYI LUND SE TOH MAUSAJI MUMMY PAR CHIT LET GAYE AUR DONO NANGE HI WAISE LETE RAHE AUR PHIR SUBAH KE PEHLE HI HUM GHAR LAUT GAYE TAAKI KOI PAKDA NA JAAYE AUR MUMMY AUR MAUSAJI ALAG ALAG SOGYE WAAPAS.

TOH DOSTON YE KAHANI MAINE 11 UPDATES KE TAUR PAR DI HAIN TAAKI AAPLOG ACHE SE PADH SAKEN AUR JO READERS PARTS MEI PADHTE HAIN WOH AARAM SE UPDTAE NO. KO BAS YAAD RAKHKE HI PADH SAKTE HAIN.

THANK YOU.​

 

[Mr moon knight x]

The Curse of the Mountain​

Spoiler

Ek gaon, sadiyon pehle ka—Purana Zamana. Dhoop se tapta hua yeh gaon ek chhoti si pahaadi ki talhati mein basa tha, jahan pedon ki chhaya aur nadi ki kal-kal har pal ek alag si kahani kehti thi. Gaon ke beech mein Raja ka mahal khada tha, sunehre pattharon se jada hua, jo suraj ki roshni mein chamakta tha jaise koi swarg ka tukda zameen par utar aaya ho. Mahal ke bade-bade jharokhe, unki nakashi aur unmein se jhankti hawa, ek ajeeb si khamoshi ke saath lahraate the. Yeh khamoshi aisi thi jo dil ko chhoo jaati thi—na sukoon dene wali, na bechain karne wali, balki ek aane wale toofan ka sanket dene wali.Yahan ki hawa mein ek purani si boo thi—itihaas ki, prem ki, aur shayad ek abhishap ki.

Yeh kahani shuru hoti hai usi mahal mein, jab Raja ke ghar mein do bacche paida hue—Rudra aur Rudrani. Bhai aur behen, lekin unka rishta zara hatke tha, kuch alag sa, kuch gahara sa.

Rudra aur Rudrani ek Anokha Bandhan.

Rudra ab 21 saal ka ho chuka tha—lamba, teekhi aankhein, chehre pe ek gussa sa jo uske dil ki intensity ko bayan karta tha. Uska rang saanwla tha, baal lambe aur bikhre hue, jo uske kaanon tak aate the. Jab woh bolta, toh uski awaaz mein ek gehraai hoti thi, jaise koi purana raga hava mein goonj raha ho. Rudrani, 20 saal ki, ek alag hi sundarta thi—gora rang, badi-badi aankhein jismein chandni si chamakti thi, aur baal itne lambe ki jab woh khule chhodti toh zameen ko chhoo lete the. Uski har ada mein ek naazukpan tha, lekin aankhon mein ek aag bhi chhupi thi, jo uske bhai ke saath uske rishte ko aur bhi gehra banati thi.

Ek chandni raat thi. Gaon ke log apne gharo mein so chuke the, lekin mahal ki chhat pe Rudra aur Rudrani baithe the. Chhat ke kinare pe ek purana sa diya jal raha tha, jiski roshni un dono ke chehron pe pad rahi thi. Hava halke se chal rahi thi, aur chand apni puri shaan se un dono ko niharta tha. Rudra apne haathon mein ek chhoti si bansuri liye baitha tha, jo usne kabhi bajayi nahi thi, lekin hamesha apne paas rakhta tha—shayad ek yaad ke taur pe. Rudra ne Rudrani ki taraf dekha, uski aankhon mein ek ajeeb sa junoon tha. Woh bola, "Rudrani, mera hriday keval tumhare liye dhadakta hai. Yeh sansaar kuch bhi kahe, parantu tum mere jeevan ka kaaran ho." Uski awaaz mein ek thahraav tha, lekin shabdon ke peeche ek bechaini chhupi thi, jaise woh jaanta ho ki yeh baat kehna kitna khatarnak hai.

Rudrani ne sharma ke aankhein jhuka li. Uski ungliyaan chhat ke patthar pe chal rahi thi, jaise woh apne dil ki uljhan ko un pattharon mein likhna chahti ho. "Bhaiya," usne dheere se kaha, "yeh vachan hriday ko sparsh karte hain, kintu humein yeh gopaneey rakhna hoga. Graamvaasi ise sweekaar na karenge." Uski awaaz mein darr tha, lekin pyar bhi utna hi sachcha tha. Woh jaanti thi ki unka rishta duniya ke liye galat hai, lekin dil ke liye woh ek pavitra sachchai thi.

Un dono ki baatein chal hi rahi thi ki door, mahal ke ek kone mein, ek budha pandit khada tha. Uske chehre pe jhurriyaan thi, aankhein teekhi aur lalchi, aur haathon mein ek lathi jo uske sharir se zyada purani lagti thi. Woh unhe chupke se dekh raha tha, aur uske chehre pe ek khatarnaak muskaan thi. Pandit ne apne man mein socha, "Is mauke ka hi intezaar tha mujhe. Ab Rudrani ke saath mere bete ka vivaah pakka ho jaayega. Maharaj ko in dono ke sambandh ke baare mein pata chala toh beshak woh man jaayenge mere bete ke saath unki putri ke vivaah ke liye… aur fir…" Woh apne honthon pe zubaan pherte hue hans pada, "ehehehe."

Pandit ka beta, Govind, ek 25 saal ka ladka tha—na zyada sundar, na zyada takatvar, lekin uske baap ki tarah uski aankhon mein bhi lalach tha rudrani ke jism ke liye. Pandit ne socha ki agar Rudrani uski bahu ban jaati hai, toh Raja ka khazana aur rudrani bhi uske haathon mein aa jaayega. Yeh ek sauda tha—pyar ka nahi, paiso ka.

Agle din subah, suraj abhi poora uga bhi nahi tha ki pandit Raja ke darbar mein pahunch gaya. Raja ek bade se singhasan pe baitha tha, uska chehra gaurav se bhara hua, lekin aankhon mein ek thakaavat bhi thi. Uske haathon mein sone ki chhadi thi, aur peeche ek bada sa pankha hava de raha tha.

Pandit ne jhukkar pranam kiya, lekin uski aankhein Raja se nahi mili—woh jhooth chhupane ki koshish kar raha tha."Maharaaj," pandit ne teekhi awaaz mein kaha, "aapke putra aur putri ke hriday mein daihik prem panap raha hai! Kal raat unhe asabhavik avastha mein dekha." Yeh 'asabhavik avastha' ek safed jhooth tha—pandit ne unhe sirf baatein karte dekha tha, lekin usne baat ko badha-chadha kar pesh kiya. "Yeh graam ke liye kalank hai. Inhein prithak karo, anyatha yeh abhishaap laayega!"

Raja ka chehra ek pal ke liye safed pad gaya. Uska gussa uske haathon mein kampan ban kar utar aaya, aur woh chillaya, "Yeh kya anuchit vachan hai? Mere santaan aisa na kar sakte!" Lekin andar se uska dil dhadak raha tha. Woh apne bacchon pe bharosa karna chahta tha, lekin pandit ke shabdon ne uske mann mein shak ka beej bo diya.

Raja ka Faisla, Shaam tak Raja ne faisla kar liya ki woh khud Rudra aur Rudrani se baat karega. Usne un dono ko apne kamre mein bulaya—ek bada sa kamra jahan deewaron pe purane yoddhaon ki tasveerein lagi thi, aur zameen pe laal gilaf bicha tha. Rudra aur Rudrani dono darwaze pe khade the, unke chehre pe tension saaf dikh rahi thi.Raja ne Rudra ki taraf dekha aur kaha, "Rudra, tumhara vivaah ek rajgharane ki yuvraani se nishchit hua hai. Kal hi yeh baat pakki ho jaayegi." Uski awaaz mein ek sakhti thi, lekin aankhon mein ek dard bhi chhupa tha.

Rudra ne ek pal ke liye chuppi rakhi, phir bola, "Pitaaji, main kisi anya se vivaah na karunga. Mera hriday pahle se hi kisi ke paas hai." Uski awaaz mein ek zidd thi, ek junoon jo Raja ko bhi hila gaya. Raja ka gussa phoot pada. "Tumhare hriday mein jo bhi hai, use bhool jao! Hamari kahi gayi yuvraani se vivaah karo!"

Phir usne Rudrani ki taraf dekha, "Aur Rudrani, tumhari vivaah humne pandit ke bete ke saath tay ki hai." Rudrani ka dil toot gaya. Woh roti hui boli, "Mumkin nahi, Pitaaji! Hamare hriday mein sirf aur sirf bhaiya ke liye hi prem hai. Unke alava yeh Rudrani kisi anya purush ke saath ho, yeh na kabhi hua hai, na kabhi hoga." Uske Shabd Mein Garv, dar aur Prem Ka mila jula kampan tha, Uske aansuon ne kamre ki khamoshi ko bhar diya.

Raja shocked tha. Uske dil mein ek toofan uth raha tha—apne bacchon ke pyar pe gussa bhi tha, aur unke dard pe taras bhi.

Pandit ne chilla kar kaha, "Abhishaap! Yeh dono graam par agni varsha karenge!"

Us raat, Rudra aur Rudrani chupke se mahal se nikal gaye. Unke paas kuch nahi tha—na kapde, na khana, bas ek doosre ka saath. Woh ek unchi pahaad ki choti pe pahunche, jahan se neeche gaon chhota sa dikh raha tha. Upar chandni thi, neeche gehri khaai. Door se sena ke ghode ki awaaz aati thi—Raja ne unhe dhoondhne ke liye sipahiyon ko bhej diya tha.

Rudrani roti hui boli, "Mera man Mein koi purush hai to wo aap ho bhaiya, aap ke alava koyi iss rudrani ke hriday Mein nahin Hai, pitaaji ne kaha Meri Vivah uss lalchi pandit ke bete ke sath kar diya jayega" wo fut fut ke roti rahi "parantu yah sambhav nahin bhaiya, rudrani ke dil aur Jism sirf uske rudra ka hai"aur aapki yah Rudrani kaise dekh paaegi Apne bhaiya ko aane Yuvrani ke sath?"yeh sansaar humein saath na jeene dega…" Uski aankhein aansuon se bheegi thi, lekin usne Rudra ka haath mazbooti se pakda hua tha

udra ne uski aankhon mein dekha aur bola, "Toh marenge saath mein, Rudrani. Agle janam mein hum saath honge, chaahe kuch bhi ho!" Usne Rudrani ko gale lagaya, aur dono ne ek saath pahaad se chhalaang laga di. Hawa mein unki awaaz goonji—"Agle janam mein…"

Unka ant ek abhishaap ban gaya, jo sadiyon tak goonjta raha.

Agali subah donon ki bejan sharir paharon ke niche Mila sainikon ko, Raja maharani donon sadme Mein chale Gaye the, maharani roti Rahi "kash humne hamare baccho se ek baar pyaar se pucha hota, kash donon ko samjhaya hota, kash ham un donon ke pyar Ko samjh pate, kash maharaj... kash, to Mera pyara Rudra Meri bacchi rudrani jivit hoti.. kash. Maharaj bhi Apne Santan beyog ke dukh Mein kuchh bolane ki Shakti khoo baithe the, bas unke Aankhon se aansu hi nikale Shabd nahin.

Dekhte hi dekhte Kayi varsh Gujar Gaye, kayi sadiyan Gujar gayi, zamana bhi ab badal gaya. Aur vah gaon, ab vah gaon nahin Raha, aaj ke samay vah gaon ab Delhi ho chuka tha.


Delhi ka ek bustling college campus, April 2038,
Hawa mein ek taza mitti ki khushboo thi, baarish ke baad ki, aur campus ke chaar taraf hariyali thi. Log haste-khelte, music ke speakers se awaaz mein goonj rahi thi, aur beech mein ek bada sa maidan tha jahan students apne groups mein baithkar baatein kar rahe the. Isi campus mein do alag-alag duniya ke log the—Rohan aur Ritu.

Rohan, 22 saal ka, ek charming ladka—rang gora, baal thodi si curly aur bikhre hue, haath mein hamesha ek guitar liye phirta tha. Uska style modern tha—ripped jeans, leather jacket, aur ek smile jo ladkiyon ke dil mein aag laga deti thi. Woh apne doston ke saath maidan ke ek kone mein baitha tha, guitar bajate hue ek soft tune nikaal raha tha. "Yeh modern music hi zindagi hai, bhai," usne apne dost Arjun se kaha, "classical wale toh bore kar dete hain."

Door, maidan ke doosre kone mein, Ritu thi—21 saal ki, graceful aur sundar. Uska rang thoda sa saanwla tha, lekin aankhein itni gehri ki unme doob jane ka mann karta tha. Woh ek classical dancer thi, aur apne dance group ke saath practice kar rahi thi. Usne ek safed salwar suit pehna tha, baal khule the jo hawa mein lahra rahe the, aur har step ke saath uski ghungroo ki awaaz goonjti thi. "Modern wale sirf shor machate hain," usne apni saheli Neha se kaha, "asli art toh classical mein hai."

Ek pal ke liye due se hi dono ki nazrein mili. Rohan ke haath guitar pe ruk gaye, aur Ritu ka ek step adhoora reh gaya. Dil mein ek ajeeb si dhadkan uthi, yah sirf aaj ka kathan nahin tha, college ke pahle din se hi Aisa hota aa raha hai donon ke beech, lekin college ke pahle din se kuchh ghatnayen hui thi unke wajah se vah donon acche dost Na ban Paya Abhi Tak, Jab bhi donon ki Aankhen ek dusre se milati thi aisa lagta tha jaise koi purani yaad dil ke kone se ubhar aayi ho. Lekin Ritu ne jaldi se muh pher liya,

aur Rohan ne apne doston se kaha, "Yeh Ritu kitni attitude wali hai, yaar. Khadoos number 1 hai yeh ladki."

Ritu ne Neha se chupke se bola, "Rohan thodi si cute hai, par uska yeh modern wala attitude—ugh, nafrat ho jaati hai!"

Lekin dono ke dil mein ek kashish thi, ek anjaani si chingaari jo sulag rahi thi.

Ek hafta baad, college fest ki raat thi. Campus lights se jagmaga raha tha, music baj raha tha, aur log naach rahe the. Stage pe ek hypnotist aaya—lambi dadhi, teekhi aankhein, aur ek mysterious smile. "Volunteers chahiye!" usne chilla kar kaha, "Kaun banega?"
Doston ke dabav mein Rohan aur Ritu stage pe chadh gaye, dono ek doosre ko dekhkar thoda uncomfortable feel kar rahe the. Per pata nahin kyon Ritu ko aaj Rohan Mein kuchh alag hi Charm dikh raha tha, anjane se hi Sahi Aaj rohan ki aankhein kuchh bata rahi thi Ritu ko.

Hypnotist ne un dono ko aankhein band karne ko kaha, fir apna Kamal dikhate huye aur apni ghani awaaz mein bola, "Apne mann ke gehre kone mein jao…khud Ko pahchano,... apne aap ko pahchano kya dikhta hai?"

Rohan trance mein chala gaya. "Ek gaon… ek mahal… main Rudra hoon… aur meri behen…" uski awaaz ruk gayi.

Ritu ne bhi dheere se bola, "Main Rudrani hoon… bhaiya… hum saath the… pahaad pe… humne chhalaang lagi…"

Dono ek saath aankhein kholte hain, shocked.
Log taaliyaan baja rahe the, lekin unke dil mein ek toofan uth raha tha.
Hypnotist ne poochha, "Kya dekha tum logon ne?!" Rohan ne ghabrate hue kaha, "Yeh kya tha?"

Ritu gusse mein boli, "Bakwas hai yeh! Hypnosis ka drama hai!" Lekin andar se woh dono jaan gaye the—yeh koi drama nahi, ek sachchai thi.
Ritu roti hui stage se bhaag gayi, aur Rohan uske peeche daud pada. "Ritu, ruk! Humein baat karni hai!" usne chillaya.

Ritu ruk gayi, aankhein aansuon se bheegi thi. "Kya baat, Rohan? Ki hum pehle janam mein bhai-behen the? Yeh sach nahi ho sakta! Hai na? College ke pahle din jab maine tumhe dekha tab se hi mujhe kuchh hone laga tha, dhire dhire main tumhein janne lagi aur man hi man tumhe chahane Lagi, per hamare bich ka debate mujhe rok raha tha confusion karne se, par aaj Maine than liya tha tumhen Apne man ki baat bataungi. Par....aaj, Kiya sach mein hum Bhai bahan the? Rohan!! Kiya tum sach mein mere wahi Rudra bhaiya Ho.....

Rohan rote Huye "main wahi hun rudrani... Wo pandit.. wo pahar ki choti... Hamara vada.. wo sab mujhe yad a gaya

Ritu Rohan ki our mudi aur apne Sine Mein hath rakhkar hoti Hui boli "260 varas beet Gaye.. bhaiya.. 260 varas.... aap ab bhi vaise hi dikhte ho mere Rudra bhaiya.. aap ki awaz Aaj bhi wahi hai.. aaj sacchai maloom parne per mujhe sab yad aaya.. *crying* bhiyaa... 260 varas humne intezar Kiya!?

Rohan ne uska haath pakda aur bola, "Jo bhi tha, ab hum woh nahi hain. Yeh janam naya hai, Ritu."

Dono ek doosre ki aankhon mein dekhte rahe, aur ek pyar sa jag gaya—purana, par naya.

Agle kuch din dono ke beech ek naya rishta bana. Rohan Ritu ke liye guitar bajata—ek soft love song, "Tum bina dil nahi lagta…"
aur Ritu chupke se uske liye ek special dance practice karti, ek surprise plan karte hue.

Ek shaam, dono ek candlelight date pe gaye, ek khubsurat river ke kinare. Chhoti-chhoti candles pani ke kinaare jal rahi thi, aur hawa mein ek thandi leh thapede maar rahi thi. Rohan ne Ritu ki aankhon mein dekha aur bola, "Ritu, tum meri zindagi ho—pehle bhi, ab bhi." Yahan per Rohan ne ko purane janm ki kuchh baten yad dilai jise sunn ritu sharma gayi, usne apne haathon se Rohan ke haath ko chhua aur boli, "Rohan… tum mujhe hamesha hasate ho, pyar jatate ho. Pahle janm mein bhi tum aise hi the, I love you, bhaiya."
Rohan ne muskurate hue kaha, "I love you too, meri Ritu… meri Rudrani." Dono haath pakad kar fir ek long drive pe nikal gaye, cheesy baatein karte hue—Ritu boli, "Tumhara yeh modern style bhi ab cute lagta hai," aur Rohan ne jawab diya, "Aur tumhara classical dance ab mujhe pagal kar deta hai!"

Ek mahine baad, Rohan ka birthday aaya—ek fancy hotel mein party thi. Doston ke saath cake cutting, dance, aur masti chali, lekin raat ke akhir mein sab dost ghar chale gaye. Ritu aur Rohan hotel mein ruk gaye. Rohan ne hanste hue poochha, "Ritu, tum ruk kyun gayi? Koi surprise hai kya?" Ritu ne muskurate hue kaha, "Haan… ek dance hai, sirf tumhare liye."Lights dim ho gayi, ek sensual classical tune bajne laga.

Ritu ne ek red saree pehni—silk ki, Room mein ek alag hi mahaul tha—dim lights, soft music, aur ek aisi energy jo dil ko zor se dhadka rahi thi. Ritu centre mein khadi thi, ek transparent red saree pehen ke, jo uske body ke har curve ko tightly pakad rahi thi. Lights ke neeche saree chamak rahi thi, aur uska bold andaaz Rohan ke dil ko thokar maar raha tha. Woh couch pe baitha tha, aankhein uspe tiki hui, jaise kuch miss karna hi nahi chahta tha.

Ritu ke dil mein sharm thi, par andar ek aag thi, ek tarap jo pehle janam se chali aa rahi thi. Yeh sirf aaj ka jashn nahi tha, yeh un dono ka woh pyaar tha jo janmon se intezar kar raha tha.

Usne ek lambi saans li, aankhon mein ek spark aagayi, aur dance shuru kar diya. Ritu Ka Bold Dance Music ke sultry beats ke saath Ritu ka body sway karne laga. Uski kamar dheere-dheere gol gol ghumi, saree uski skin pe halke se rub ho rahi thi. Usne apne arms upar kiye, underarms ka smooth, glowing curve dikhaya, jisme thodi si pasine ki chamak thi—ek sight jo Rohan ke liye irresistible tha. Woh jaanti thi uski nazar wahi hai, aur usne apne moves ko aur bold banaya.

Ek graceful twirl ke saath, saree ka pallu thoda slip hua, aur uske cleavage ka hot, teasing glimpse mila. Blouse tight tha, uske sudol boobs ko perfectly frame kar raha tha, aur usne apni back thodi si arch karke, Rohan ko aur tempt kiya. Usne dekha ki Rohan ki saans ruk gayi, haath couch pe tight ho gaye. Phir woh turn hui, hips ko gol gol tarike se hilaya, apni round, juicy gand ko saree ke through dikhaya.

Shoulder se peeche dekha, ek naughty smile ke saath, aur fir Ritu boli “Yeh sab tumhare liye hai, Bhaiya,” usne ek husky, seductive voice mein bola, “tumhe mera yeh dance kaisa lag raha hai? bhaiya"

Rohan ke dil mein ek aag laga. Rohan ka jaw tight ho gaya, awaaz bhaari. “Ritu… tum mujhe pagal kar degi… yeh kya jadoo hai?” Uske words mein desire tha, aur Ritu ka confidence sky high ho gaya.

Woh closer aayi, Rohan ke saamne khadi hokar, usne apne hips ko aur seductively hilaya, phir dheere se uski godi mein baith gayi. Apni gand ko uske lap pe press kiya, Rohan ke hard land ko feel karte hue. Uske mooh se ek soft groan nikla, aur Ritu ne sharmaate hue bhi apni aankhon mein ek bold spark banaye rakha. “Bhaiya… feel karo na… yeh meri wajah se hai,” usne whisper kiya,

saree ke upar se apni apni ungaliyon ko choot ke upar rakhte hue, dusre hath se panty ki elastic ko thoda upar khinchte hue dikhai, fabric ke neeche ek faint outline jo Rohan ko madhosh kar gaya.

Rohan ka lund pant mein jhatka maar raha tha, aur usne control nahi ho raha tha.

“aise mat tadapaao Apne bhaiya ko,” usne bola, aankhein uspe locked. Intimate Touch Aur Ashlil Baatein Ritu ne Rohan ke saamne apna dance continue kiya, par ab woh uske aur close thi.

Ritu ne apne haathon se uski pant Jo ubhar ban rahi thi uss ko touch kiya, fingers se dheere se dabaya. “Yeh kya hai, bhaiya?” usne naughty andaaz mein poocha, “itna hard… itna garam… mujhe toh yeh bohot pasand aa raha hai.” Uski awaaz mein ek sweetness thi, jo gandi baaton ko bhi pyaar se bhara bana rahi thi.

Rohan groaned, “Ritu… tum aise bolegi toh main khud ko rok nahi paunga… tumhara yeh andaaz mujhe barbaad kar raha hai.”

Rohan ka haath uske hips pe gaye, par woh ruk gaya, jaise permission maang raha ho. Ritu ne uske kaan ke paas lips lejakar bola,

“ bhaiya? Meri wajah se yah khada ho gaya … tum meri wajah se aise ho na?” Usne pant ke upar se uska lund pakda, dheere se sahlaya, aur Rohan ke mooh se ek loud moan nikla.

Phir dono ke lips ek deep, passionate kiss mein mile. Ritu ke haath uske baalon mein gaye, aur woh usse zor se kiss karti rahi, tongues ek doosre se takra rahi thi. Kiss ke beech woh moan kar rahi thi, aur jab alag hue, dono ke chehre pe ek wild desire tha.

“bhaiya… tum mujhe aise kiss karte ho toh meri c... Mujhe kuch ho jati hai,” usne sharmaate hue bola, par aankhon mein ek bold spark thi.

Ritu ne Rohan ke pant ko khola, uska lund baahar nikala—thick, hard, aur pulsing. Usne ek deep breath li, uski khushbu ko sungha, aur ek dreamy moan nikla. “ahh bhaiya… tumhari yeh smell… main ismein madhosh ho jati hoon,” usne bola,

Fir dheere se uske lund pe ek kiss diya. Tongue se tip ko chaata, fir poora mooh mein le liya, slow aur sensual blowjob dete hue. Rohan ke haath uske baalon mein tight ho gaye, “tum kya kar rahi hai… meri jaan nikal rahi hai,” usne moan kiya.

Ritu chuste hue upar dekhi, “Bhaiya… tumhe mera yeh pyaar pasand aaya na? Batao na mujhe… main tumhare liye hi toh kar rahi hoon.” Usne haathon se uska lund hilaya, fir chaata, aur boli, “Tumhara yeh lund… kitna tasty hai… main ise roz chaahungi.” Rohan ne jawab diya, “tumhara yeh andaaz… uff!”

Ritu ka chut kab se gila ho chuka tha, uski thighs ke beech ek garam sensation thi. Woh Rohan ke abs pe haath pher rahi thi, unhe chaat rahi thi, aur uski khushbu mein khud ko kho rahi thi.

Ab Rohan Ka Turn tha, Rohan ne Ritu ko couch pe litaya, uske blouse ko khola, aur boobs ko haathon mein liya. Usne ek nipple ko mooh mein liya, suck kiya, lick kiya, aur Ritu ke mooh se ek loud moan nikla. “bhaiya tum aise karoge toh main pagal ho jaungi,” usne bola, body arch karte hue.

Rohan ka lips neeche gaye, navel ki golai ko chaata, tongue se tease kiya. Phir uski chut tak pahuncha, panty utari —halki baalon wali, wet aur tempting.

Usne khushbu sunghi, “Ritu… tumhari yeh smell… main ismein doob jana chahta hoon,” usne bola, phir halki kiss kiya, tongue se chaatna shuru kiya. Ritu ki taangein kaamp rahi thi, “bhaiya… aur… please,” usne moan kiya.

Ritu ka tapman bad gayi, uske kaan lal ho gaye, Ritu ne apni dono taangein khol di, chut ko openly dikhaya, aur seductive voice mein boli, “bhaiya… dekho meri muniya… yeh tumhare liye taras rahi hai… mujhe aur pyaar karo na, ab aur intezar nahi hota.”

Uske words mein ek desperate pyaar tha.
Rohan ne uske kapde utare, nange ek doosre ke saamne, Rohan ka lund Ritu ke tight, garam chut ke paas aaya, aur dheere se andar ghusa.

Ritu ke mooh se ek siskari nikli, aankhon se aansu tapak gaye—dard ke, pyaar ke, aur janmon ke intezar ke sukh ke aansu.

“bhaiya… mujhe aise chodo… main tumhari hoon,” usne bola, awaaz mein ek raw emotion.

Rohan uski aankhon mein dekhta raha, thrusts dheere-dheere tez karta gaya. “Ritu… tumhari yeh chut… itni tight…ufff” usne bola, har thrust ke saath uska pyaar aur badh raha tha. Ritu ki ashlil baatein usse aur uttejit kar rahi thi. “bhaiya… tum mujhse.. ahhhhh.. pagal kar raha ho… aur zor se chodo… meri chut sirf tumhari hai,” usne moan kiya.

Rohan ne speed badhayi, “uffff tum tight ho" usne jawab diya, usne Ritu ki kamar pakad ke jor jor se chodne laga.


Ritu ka ab na seh paya, rituchut Rohan ke lund pe tight hui, aur woh uske naam se chikh padi. "Ahhhhhhh... bhaiya.." Rohan bhi uske andar release hua, ek loud groan ke saath.

Ritu ke aankhon mein aanshu the, jise dekh Rohan ne uske gale lagaya "ro kyun rahi hai meri gudiya" usne bola, Ritu ne Rohan ko kash ke apne sene se daba liya "kitne varas baad ab ja ke hamara Milan huya.. bhaiya.. Main aap se bohat pyar Karti hun.. mere Rudra.. mere Rohan.. mere bhaiya.. I Love you" usne rote huya bola, Rohan ka dil bhi ro pada "ro mat rudrani hum" usne bola, Rohan ki najar neeche gayi Ritu ke guptang se khoon Bah raha tha "I'm sorry Ritu.. meri wajah se tumhe itna dard huya" usne bola, Ritu thodi Sharma gayi, "bhaiya... Yah dard nahi.. meri yah khoun hamari pyaar ki nishani hai bhaiya.."

Dono ek doosre se lipat gaye, sweat se geele, dil se dil tak jate hue. Ritu ne sharmaate hue bola, “Bhaiya… yeh toh bas shuruaat hai na?” Rohan ne usse tightly hug kiya, “Haan, tum meri ho… har janam mein.”

6 mahine beet Gaye, bich ke yah 6 mahine mein bahut kuchh hua, bahut sari ghatnayen Hui, baat Jaan per aa gayi thi, per iss beech donon ka pyar aur badhta Gaya, unka pyar har din badhta ja raha tha.

Lekin ek din, suddenly ek friend ki function mein Rohan ke dad aur Ritu ki mom mile the. Rohan shocked, bolta hai, "Huh?? Dad!!! Aap Ritu ki mom ko jaante ho?"
Dad ghabrate hue bolte hain, "Haan… woh.. asalme.. tumhari mummy hai, beta. Hum shaadi-shuda the."

*Boommm*

Ritu ke ghar pe bhi yeh sach khulta hai. Ritu shock mein bolti hai, "Kya?! Matlab… Rohan mera bhai hai?" Uski mom roti hui kehti hai, "Haan, Ritu. Rohan jab 6 mahine ka tha, aur tum mere pet mein thi, tab humara divorce hua tha. Tum dono asli bhai-behen ho."

Kuchh kshan ke liye ek sannata man reh Gaya Ritu ke ghar mein,

Ritu ka dil toot jata hai. Woh Daud ke Apne Ghar se bhaagti hai, uske dil mein dard aur pyar dono lad rahe hain.

Rohan usko phone pe kehta hai, "Ritu, humein baat karni hai."

Ritu roti hui bolti hai, "Rohan, hum bhai-behen hain… yeh curse abhi bhi hai. Main tumhe khona nahi chahti.. bhaiya, hum pahle janm Mein Bhai bahan the, aur iss Janam Main bhi hum.. hum.. bhai bahan... Kyon bhaiya... kyon.. samay purana ho ya naya, yah samaj hamari pyar Ko nahin samjha ga.. hamen ek nahin hone dega.. yah course hamara picha kabhi nahin chhutega bhaiyaa... Ritu roti rahi usne Rohan ki ek nahi suni, usne ab than liya tha use kya karna hoga. Ritu iss Bhai bahan ke curse se tang a chuki thi.. aakhir kyon usse apne Bhaiya se juda hona padega.


Ritu Apne Ghar se bhag gai thi Rohan se dur Chali gai thi, isi samay Mein usne wahi purana pahaad dhoondh leti hai jahan Rudra aur Rudrani yani ki Rohan aur ritu ne jaan di thi Apne purv janm mein.

Per Aaj Woh akeli khadi hai, neeche khaai dikhti hai, hawa tez chal rahi hai. "Hum chahe kuch bhi kar le, bhaiya, yeh curse humare maathe se nahi utrega!" Ab woh chillati hai. "Pehle janam mein humne pyar ke liye jaan di, par iss janam mein bhi hum bhai-behen hain. Iss baar main yeh curse todungi—sirf apni jaan deke! I.. I love you bhaiya.. Meri antim sanse tak.. aur uske baad bhi yah Rudrani, yah Ritu.. aap ki yah bahan aapse pyaar karti rahegi.. bhaiya."

Hawa ne Tej Mud li, Ritu ki sarir halka hote ja rahi thi, Woh chhalaang lagane wali hoti hai,

Tabhi Rohan ki awaaz goonjti hai,

"Agar itna hi pyar hai apne bhaiya se, toh kaise soch liya ki tum chali jaogi aur main jee paunga?!"

Ritu ruk jati hai, mudti hai, aur Rohan ko dekhkar uske paas daud ke chipak jati hai. Woh phoot-phoot ke roti hain." To Main aur kiya karti bhaiya... Yah curse.. yah humein jeene nahin dega"

Rohan usko sambhalte hue bolta hai, "Iss baar hum isse todenge, Ritu. I promise you, meri Rudrani, meri behen, mera pyar." Rohan ki aankhon Mai wahi tej wahi pyaar tha. Ritu apne bhaiya ke bole gaye har lafz pe akaal Vishwas hai.

Ritu usko gale lagati hai, uske chehre pe chummi deti hai, "Main hamesha tumhare saath rahungi, bhaiya… hamesha."

Ek Nayi Umeed Rohan bolta hai, "Pehle mummy-papa ko ek saath laana hoga. Kal mujhe pata chala—unka divorce galatfahmi se hua tha. Jab tum mummy ke pet mein thi, aur main 6 mahina ka tha, mummy ko laga dad unpe cheat kar rahe hain. Par Lisa aunty ne bataya—woh ab bhi ek doosre se pyar karte hain."

Ritu aankhein chamkate hue bolti hai, "Toh… kya karna hai, bhaiya?"Rohan kehta hai, "Pehle mummy-papa ko milayenge, unka pyar wapas jagayenge. Phir hum dono ke baare mein sochenge."

Ritu bhavuk hokar bolti hai, "Is janam mein, bhaiya, main tumhari hokar rahungi."

Rohan muskurata hai, "Humara pyar itna strong hai ki koi curse humein nahi rok sakta, Ritu! Tum har janam mein meri ho"

Dono ek doosre ko gale lagate hain, Ritu Rohan ki aankhon mein dekhti hai, aur agle hi pal dono ke honth ek doosre mein kaid ho jaate hain—ek nayi umeed ke saath, ek khula aasmaan unke saamne.