**Chapter 02 : Descision**
Us din se, jab bhi main kaam karne ki koshish karta hoon, mera dimaag idhar-udhar bhatakta hai. Woh pagal article baar-baar yaad aata hai—sasur aur bahu ke beech chudai ka scene. Jab Rita office se ghar aati hai, toh dil mein khayal aata hai ki agar woh aur pitaji office mein akele hote, toh kya hota? Dil mein ek Junoon sa chadh gaya hai. Kya sach mein aisa ho sakta hai jaise article mein tha?
Nah, bhenchod, bilkul nahi. Us kahani mein patni apni pati ko manata hai, aur uske haan bolne ke baad hi woh sasur ko choot dikhane lagti hai. Mere liye toh yeh pehla step hi impossible hai. Matlab, yeh bas ek novel hai na? Agar main abhi Rita se kahu ki Apni sasur ko choot dikhao, toh woh ya toh mujhe gaaliyan degi ya seedha pagal khane bhej degi.
Ek raat main ghar aaya, pitaji humare bete raj ke saath khel rahe the. Table pe khana rakha tha, aur Rita apne nightgown mein safai kar rahi thi. Pitaji humare saath rehta hai, par Rita hamesha bade conservative kapde pehenti hai, garmi mein bhi.
Par aaj, safai ke chakkar mein, Rita baar-baar jhuk rahi thi—sofa aur TV cabinet ke neeche jhaadu laga rahi thi. Uska nightgown conservative tha, par thodi si neckline dheeli thi. Har baar jab woh jhukti, mujhe uski chuchi aur gehri cleavage dikh jaati. Uski chuchi toh bharpoor hai, ekdum mast.
Adult novels ke scenes yaad karke, main pitaji ko dekhne laga ki kya woh Rita ki chuchi ko ghoorega. Par khaate-khaate dekha toh pitaji ne sirf ek baar galti se dekha. Fir turant peeth kar li aur raj ke saath khelta raha, mudke bhi nahi dekha.Kahani se bilkul alag, par samajh aata hai. Pitaji ek sidha-sada kisaan hai, purane khayalat ka. Uske liye bahu beti jaisi hoti hai. Koi baap apni beti ki chuchi ko nahi taadta, toh sasur aur bahu ka toh sawal hi nahi. Jab usne Rita ki chuchi dekhi, toh bina soche nazar hata li. Purane log aise hi hote hai. Agar galti se bhi dekhta, toh shayad guilt se mar jata.
Bhenchod, sar dard karne laga. Rita conservative hai, woh kabhi nahi manegi, aur pitaji bhi waisa hi hai. Logic bhi hai—meri naukri ki wajah se mujhe neend mein bhi call aate hai, toh main halka sota hoon. Thodi si awaaz se uth jata hoon.
Us raat, bed thoda hila toh main jaag gaya. Chand ki roshni mein dekha, Rita chupke se apni choot sehla rahi thi. Apna neechla honth daant se daba rakha tha, ek haath chuchi pe, doosra choot mein chal raha tha. Aankhein band thi, par thodi der baad ruk gayi aur ek lambi saans li—shayad uski choot ko mazaa nahi mila.
Main aankhein meech ke Rita ko dekha jab usne meri taraf mudke mera chehra chhua. Kitna pyar se. Hum dono mein kabhi badi ladai nahi hoti, chhoti-chhoti baatein hoti hai jo agle din bhool jaate hai. Humara rishta hamesha solid raha hai, pyar se bhara hua.
Rita mujhe dekhti rahi, uska sundar chehra sharma raha tha. Main samajh gaya woh kitni bhaavuk hai. Main uski choot ki pyaas nahi mita sakta, aur khud sehlaane se bhi uski choot shant nahi hoti. Agar woh mujhse itna pyar na karti, toh shayad apni choot ki bhookh ke chakkar mein chudai ke liye kisi aur ke lund ke paas chali jati. Par mera pyar usse rokta hai, woh kabhi dhoka nahi degi.
Aaj Rita 30 ki ho gayi, jab choot ki bhookh peak pe hoti hai. Main uski zaroorat samajhta hoon. Apne lund ka haal bura hai. Jab woh so gayi, maine uske chehre pe halka sa chuma diya.
Ek aur weekend, aur finally overtime nahi! Ek din aaram se guzar sakta hai. Pitaji couch pe raj ke saath khel rahe the, aur Rita kitchen mein khana bana rahi hai. Aaj rare family day hai, toh woh khane mein full josh laga rahi hai. Aur main? Main is mauke ka fayda utha ke ghar ke kaam kar raha hoon—jhaadu, pocha, kooda nikalna.
Humara bedroom saaf karke main pitaji ke kamre mein gaya. Rita aur main dono kaam mein busy rehte hai, toh ghar ke kaam ke liye time hi nahi milta.
Pitaji apna kamra aur living room sambhalte hai, hum dono apna kamra. Shayad pitaji ko humare bedroom mein aana ajeeb lagta hai, toh woh kabhi saaf nahi karte. Aaj thoda free time mila, toh maine pitaji ke kamra aur living room dono saaf karne ka socha.
Pitaji ke kamre mein farsh saaf kar raha tha jab bed ke paas ek chhota sa nishaan dikha. Ek sookha hua drop tha, safed jaise anda ka safed hissa, koi smell nahi. Dil zor se dhadka. Kya yeh...?
Tabhi nazar padi pitaji ke bedside table ke neeche rakhe kachre ke dabbe pe, jo tissue se bhara tha. Dheere se tissue nikale aur khole—andar ek chipchipi cheez thi, anda ke safed jaisi, par usme mardo wali wahi khushboo. Koi shak nahi—yeh lund ka paani tha.
Kya yeh Rita aur pitaji ki chudai ka saboot hai? Nah, bhenchod, bilkul nahi. Ghar mein sab normal hai. Tissue ki sookhi halat se lagta hai yeh kal raat ka hai. Rita raat bhar mere saath thi, agar woh chupke se uthi hoti, toh mujhe pata chal jata.
Ek hi jawab hai—pitaji ne bed pe baith ke apna lund hilaya hoga, aur kuch boonde farsh pe gir gayi. Baaki ko tissue se saaf karke kachre mein fenk diya. Agar main farsh pe nishaan na dekhta aur kachra na check karta, toh pata hi nahi chalta ki pitaji raat ko lund hila rahe the. Use shayad nahi pata ki thodi boonde gir gayi.
Pitaji 54 ka hai, par usko choot ki bhookh abhi bhi hai. Mom ke guzre chaar saal ho gaye, toh woh apne lund ko khud shant karta hoga. Sochke thodi si taras aayi. Usne mujhe pala, bada kiya, aur ab apni biwi ke bina apne lund ka khud dhyan rakhna padta hai. Main uske liye sab kuch de sakta hoon, par chudai ka sukh nahi.
Rita ki choot pyaasi hai, woh khud sehlaati hai, aur pitaji bhi wahi hal mein hai. Dono kitne perfect match hai—ek doosre ki choot aur lund ki pyaas kyun nahi mita dete? Sochta hoon toh lagta hai ghar mein asli outsider main hoon.
Par agar yeh Rita ki choot ki zaroorat aur pitaji ke lund ke sukh ka solution hai, toh meri sundar, pyari biwi ko us sidhe-sade, mazboot pitaji ke saath dekhne ka khayal dil mein ajeeb si thrill jagata hai. Par yeh kaise karu?
Raha nahi gaya, maine faisla kar liya ki chahe jo ho, Rita aur pitaji ko ek doosre ke kareeb launga. Ek pati hone ke naate, main apni biwi aur sasur ke beech chudai ka dalal banunga.