Incest Ek Baap Aur Teen Betiyon Ki Katha

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Bhag 42: Madhav Ka Aana – Bua Ki Bebasi ​

Hall mein party ka mahaul ab poora garam ho chuka tha. Neon lights ki chamak har taraf faili hui thi, music ka beat dheema lekin dil ko chhoo jaane wala. Mehman nange badan, ladkiyan bhi bilkul exposed – choochiyan nangi, chut geeli aur tayyar. Awazon ka toofan tha – siskariyan, cheekhein, thap-thap ki awaaz, aur hasi ka goonjna. Ek mehman ek ladki ko sofa pe god mein baitha kar zor-zor se pel raha tha – ladki ki taangein uski kamar pe lapeti hui, “Aahh sir… aapka lund meri chut mein… aur zor se… tip do na 1000 ka…” Mehman hans raha tha, uski gaand par thappad maar raha tha.

Dusre corner mein do mehman ek ladki ko beech mein liye the – ek chut mein lund daal raha tha, dusra muh mein. Ladki tadap rahi thi, “Umm… haan sirs… dono taraf se… meri chut aur muh aapke liye… aaj poora maal lo…” Teesra mehman ek ladki ko table par tedha kar ke gaand maar raha tha – ladki ki cheekhein goonj rahi thi, “Aahh… dard ho raha hai sir… par maza aa raha hai… aur andar… tip de do…”

Raunak centre mein baitha tha, uske god mein Jasmine uchhal rahi thi – chachu ka lund uski chut mein andar-bahar, choochiyan hil rahi thi. Raunak hans raha tha, “Haan beta… chachu teri chut phaad raha hai… le mera lund… bhatiji ki chut kitni tight hai…”

Kusum ka haal dekho toh dil ro deta. Woh sofa ke kinare par baithi thi, lekin ab teen mehman uske charon taraf the – ek mota aadmi uski choochiyon ko masal raha tha, dusra uski skirt upar karke chut mein ungli daal raha tha, teesra uske muh mein lund ragad raha tha. Kusum tadap rahi thi, aansu beh rahe the, lekin awaaz nahi nikal rahi thi. Teeno mehman hans rahe the –

Mota aadmi: “Raunak bhai… teri biwi ki choochiyan toh doodh se bhari hui hain… kitni naram… aur zor se dabata hoon toh kitni hilti hain…”

Dusra mehman: “Aur yeh chut… geeli toh hai, par tight lag rahi hai… kitni baar chud chuki hogi yeh? Raunak bhai, tu toh lucky hai… aisi biwi ko har raat chodta hoga!”

Teesra mehman: “Haan bhai… muh bhi garam hai… le mera lund… chus randi… tip 2000 ka dunga!”

Kusum ka badan kaanp raha tha. Uski chut se pani beh raha tha, choochiyan laal ho chuki thi, muh mein lund ka swad mehsoos ho raha tha. Woh soch rahi thi – “Yeh sab khatam kab hoga? Manik… kash tu hota… tu mujhe aise nahi hone deta… main teri hoon… par ab… ab main sabki hoon…”

Teeno mehman tez ho gaye – mota aadmi uski choochiyon ko zor-zor se masalne laga, dusra ungli aur gehri daal kar ragadne laga, teesra muh mein dhakke dene laga. Kusum ki siskariyan nikal rahi thi – “Aahh… uff… bas… dheere…” Par teeno hans rahe the, “Le randi… aaj poora maza le… Raunak bhai ki biwi hai tu… special maal hai!”

Tabhi… teeno ekdam se ruk gaye.

Jaise koi bijli gir gayi ho. Mota aadmi ka haath ruk gaya, dusra ungli nikaal kar peeche hata, teesra lund muh se nikaal kar khada ho gaya. Hall mein ek second ka sannata chha gaya. Sabki nazar darwaze ki taraf ghumi.

Tabhi uske kaanon mein ek chir-parichit awaaz padi – peeche se.
“Kaun hai jo meri bua (Kusum) ke saath aisa karne ki koshish kar raha hai?”

Kusum ne haanp le kar peeche mudkar dekha. Uski aankhen fail gayi, saans ruk gayi. Yeh koi aur nahi – uska apna bhatija Madhav tha.

Madhav – 21 saal ka, lambi height, mazboot badan, sharp features. Usne black shirt aur jeans pehni thi, baalon mein gel, chehre par ek confident smile. Uske peeche do bodyguards khade the – bade-bade aadmi, haath mein guns. Madhav ne hall ko dekha – nange mehman, nangi ladkiyan, chudai ka mahaul – par uska chehra bilkul calm tha. Jaise yeh sab uske liye normal ho.

Kusum khush ho gayi. Uski aankhen bhar aayi – aansu khushi ke. Woh soch rahi thi, “Madhav… mera bhatija… woh aaya hai! Ab yeh mera taranhaar ban kar aaya hai… mujhe bacha lega… yeh sab khatam ho jayega!” Usne jaldi se uthne ki koshish ki, kapde dhundhne lagi – kurti, skirt, bra… par kuchh nahi mila. Sab kahin phenk diye gaye the.

Madhav ne Raunak ki taraf dekha – uski muskaan abhi bhi thi, lekin aankhen sakht. Madhav ne zor se bola, awaaz hall mein goonj gayi:
“Kyun fufa… koi bhi insaan tumhare hote hue tumhari bua ko nahi chod sakta… chudai jaise ekdam se ruk si gayi thi!”

Raunak ka chehra ek second ke liye badla. Woh Jasmine ko god se utara diya – Jasmine hairaan reh gayi. Hall mein sannata tha. Sab mehman ruk gaye – lund khade, chut geeli, par koi hil nahi raha tha. Madhav ke bodyguards ne guns nikaal li – sirf dikhane ke liye, lekin dhamki clear thi.

Kusum khadi hokar apne kapde dhundhne lagi – “Mera dupatta… meri kurti… kahaan hai?” Par kuchh nahi mila. Sab phenk diye gaye the, kahin zameen pe, kahin sofa ke neeche. Woh nangi hi khadi thi – choochiyan laal, chut se pani tapak raha tha, gaand par haathon ke nishaan. Woh sharm se mar rahi thi, lekin Madhav ko dekh kar thoda sukoon mila.

Madhav ne Kusum ko dekha aur muskuraya – woh muskaan pyar bhari thi, lekin saath hi ek ajeeb si chamak bhi. Woh dheere se bola,
“Kapde dhundh rahi ho bua? Nahi milenge… main in sabko isliye bol raha hoon ke mere hote hue koi meri bua ko nahi chod sakta… kyunki mujhe apni bua ko chodna hai!”

Hall mein pehle sannata tha, phir ek zor ka thahaka. Madhav ne khud thahaka lagaya – woh hansi jo hall mein goonj gayi. Raunak ne bhi thahaka lagaya – pehle hairaan, phir khush. “Hahaha… Madhav beta… tu aa gaya… aur itni jaldi twist la diya!” Hall mein sab mehman hansne lage – “Wah… bhatija bua ko chodne aaya… yeh party mazedaar ho gayi!”

Jasmine bhi hans padi, fir se Raunak ke lund par uchhalne lagi – “Chachu… aapka bhatija aaya hai… par main rukungi nahi… aapka lund mera hai!” Woh upar-neeche hone lagi, choochiyan hil rahi thi.

Kusum ka dil ruk gaya. Woh Madhav ki taraf dekhi – uski muskaan, uski aankhen. “Yeh… yeh kya keh raha hai? Mujhe chodna hai? Madhav… mera bhatija… 11 saal ka tha jab maine manik ko chhoda tha… ab… ab yeh?”

Kusum ko yaad aa gaya woh waqt – 10 saal pehle. Jab usne Manik ko chhod diya tha. Madhav ke baap – Raunak ke bade bhai – ne uska poora saath diya tha. Shayad paise ke liye, shayad family pressure ke liye. Us time Madhav sirf 11 saal ka tha – chhota sa ladka, jo uske paas aata tha, “Bua… aap kyun ro rahi ho?” aur usko gale lagata tha. Ab woh 21 saal ka ho chuka tha – mazboot, confident, aur… usko chodne ki baat kar raha tha.

Kusum ka badan kaanp raha tha. Woh soch rahi thi – “Madhav… tu mera bhatija hai… tu mujhe bachaane aaya tha… par ab… ab tu khud mujhe… yeh kya ho raha hai? Yeh family mein kaisa rishta ban gaya hai?”

 

[parkas]

Bhag 42: Madhav Ka Aana – Bua Ki Bebasi ​

Hall mein party ka mahaul ab poora garam ho chuka tha. Neon lights ki chamak har taraf faili hui thi, music ka beat dheema lekin dil ko chhoo jaane wala. Mehman nange badan, ladkiyan bhi bilkul exposed – choochiyan nangi, chut geeli aur tayyar. Awazon ka toofan tha – siskariyan, cheekhein, thap-thap ki awaaz, aur hasi ka goonjna. Ek mehman ek ladki ko sofa pe god mein baitha kar zor-zor se pel raha tha – ladki ki taangein uski kamar pe lapeti hui, “Aahh sir… aapka lund meri chut mein… aur zor se… tip do na 1000 ka…” Mehman hans raha tha, uski gaand par thappad maar raha tha.

Dusre corner mein do mehman ek ladki ko beech mein liye the – ek chut mein lund daal raha tha, dusra muh mein. Ladki tadap rahi thi, “Umm… haan sirs… dono taraf se… meri chut aur muh aapke liye… aaj poora maal lo…” Teesra mehman ek ladki ko table par tedha kar ke gaand maar raha tha – ladki ki cheekhein goonj rahi thi, “Aahh… dard ho raha hai sir… par maza aa raha hai… aur andar… tip de do…”

Raunak centre mein baitha tha, uske god mein Jasmine uchhal rahi thi – chachu ka lund uski chut mein andar-bahar, choochiyan hil rahi thi. Raunak hans raha tha, “Haan beta… chachu teri chut phaad raha hai… le mera lund… bhatiji ki chut kitni tight hai…”

Kusum ka haal dekho toh dil ro deta. Woh sofa ke kinare par baithi thi, lekin ab teen mehman uske charon taraf the – ek mota aadmi uski choochiyon ko masal raha tha, dusra uski skirt upar karke chut mein ungli daal raha tha, teesra uske muh mein lund ragad raha tha. Kusum tadap rahi thi, aansu beh rahe the, lekin awaaz nahi nikal rahi thi. Teeno mehman hans rahe the –

Mota aadmi: “Raunak bhai… teri biwi ki choochiyan toh doodh se bhari hui hain… kitni naram… aur zor se dabata hoon toh kitni hilti hain…”

Dusra mehman: “Aur yeh chut… geeli toh hai, par tight lag rahi hai… kitni baar chud chuki hogi yeh? Raunak bhai, tu toh lucky hai… aisi biwi ko har raat chodta hoga!”

Teesra mehman: “Haan bhai… muh bhi garam hai… le mera lund… chus randi… tip 2000 ka dunga!”

Kusum ka badan kaanp raha tha. Uski chut se pani beh raha tha, choochiyan laal ho chuki thi, muh mein lund ka swad mehsoos ho raha tha. Woh soch rahi thi – “Yeh sab khatam kab hoga? Manik… kash tu hota… tu mujhe aise nahi hone deta… main teri hoon… par ab… ab main sabki hoon…”

Teeno mehman tez ho gaye – mota aadmi uski choochiyon ko zor-zor se masalne laga, dusra ungli aur gehri daal kar ragadne laga, teesra muh mein dhakke dene laga. Kusum ki siskariyan nikal rahi thi – “Aahh… uff… bas… dheere…” Par teeno hans rahe the, “Le randi… aaj poora maza le… Raunak bhai ki biwi hai tu… special maal hai!”

Tabhi… teeno ekdam se ruk gaye.

Jaise koi bijli gir gayi ho. Mota aadmi ka haath ruk gaya, dusra ungli nikaal kar peeche hata, teesra lund muh se nikaal kar khada ho gaya. Hall mein ek second ka sannata chha gaya. Sabki nazar darwaze ki taraf ghumi.

Tabhi uske kaanon mein ek chir-parichit awaaz padi – peeche se.
“Kaun hai jo meri bua (Kusum) ke saath aisa karne ki koshish kar raha hai?”

Kusum ne haanp le kar peeche mudkar dekha. Uski aankhen fail gayi, saans ruk gayi. Yeh koi aur nahi – uska apna bhatija Madhav tha.

Madhav – 21 saal ka, lambi height, mazboot badan, sharp features. Usne black shirt aur jeans pehni thi, baalon mein gel, chehre par ek confident smile. Uske peeche do bodyguards khade the – bade-bade aadmi, haath mein guns. Madhav ne hall ko dekha – nange mehman, nangi ladkiyan, chudai ka mahaul – par uska chehra bilkul calm tha. Jaise yeh sab uske liye normal ho.

Kusum khush ho gayi. Uski aankhen bhar aayi – aansu khushi ke. Woh soch rahi thi, “Madhav… mera bhatija… woh aaya hai! Ab yeh mera taranhaar ban kar aaya hai… mujhe bacha lega… yeh sab khatam ho jayega!” Usne jaldi se uthne ki koshish ki, kapde dhundhne lagi – kurti, skirt, bra… par kuchh nahi mila. Sab kahin phenk diye gaye the.

Madhav ne Raunak ki taraf dekha – uski muskaan abhi bhi thi, lekin aankhen sakht. Madhav ne zor se bola, awaaz hall mein goonj gayi:
“Kyun fufa… koi bhi insaan tumhare hote hue tumhari bua ko nahi chod sakta… chudai jaise ekdam se ruk si gayi thi!”

Raunak ka chehra ek second ke liye badla. Woh Jasmine ko god se utara diya – Jasmine hairaan reh gayi. Hall mein sannata tha. Sab mehman ruk gaye – lund khade, chut geeli, par koi hil nahi raha tha. Madhav ke bodyguards ne guns nikaal li – sirf dikhane ke liye, lekin dhamki clear thi.

Kusum khadi hokar apne kapde dhundhne lagi – “Mera dupatta… meri kurti… kahaan hai?” Par kuchh nahi mila. Sab phenk diye gaye the, kahin zameen pe, kahin sofa ke neeche. Woh nangi hi khadi thi – choochiyan laal, chut se pani tapak raha tha, gaand par haathon ke nishaan. Woh sharm se mar rahi thi, lekin Madhav ko dekh kar thoda sukoon mila.

Madhav ne Kusum ko dekha aur muskuraya – woh muskaan pyar bhari thi, lekin saath hi ek ajeeb si chamak bhi. Woh dheere se bola,
“Kapde dhundh rahi ho bua? Nahi milenge… main in sabko isliye bol raha hoon ke mere hote hue koi meri bua ko nahi chod sakta… kyunki mujhe apni bua ko chodna hai!”

Hall mein pehle sannata tha, phir ek zor ka thahaka. Madhav ne khud thahaka lagaya – woh hansi jo hall mein goonj gayi. Raunak ne bhi thahaka lagaya – pehle hairaan, phir khush. “Hahaha… Madhav beta… tu aa gaya… aur itni jaldi twist la diya!” Hall mein sab mehman hansne lage – “Wah… bhatija bua ko chodne aaya… yeh party mazedaar ho gayi!”

Jasmine bhi hans padi, fir se Raunak ke lund par uchhalne lagi – “Chachu… aapka bhatija aaya hai… par main rukungi nahi… aapka lund mera hai!” Woh upar-neeche hone lagi, choochiyan hil rahi thi.

Kusum ka dil ruk gaya. Woh Madhav ki taraf dekhi – uski muskaan, uski aankhen. “Yeh… yeh kya keh raha hai? Mujhe chodna hai? Madhav… mera bhatija… 11 saal ka tha jab maine manik ko chhoda tha… ab… ab yeh?”

Kusum ko yaad aa gaya woh waqt – 10 saal pehle. Jab usne Manik ko chhod diya tha. Madhav ke baap – Raunak ke bade bhai – ne uska poora saath diya tha. Shayad paise ke liye, shayad family pressure ke liye. Us time Madhav sirf 11 saal ka tha – chhota sa ladka, jo uske paas aata tha, “Bua… aap kyun ro rahi ho?” aur usko gale lagata tha. Ab woh 21 saal ka ho chuka tha – mazboot, confident, aur… usko chodne ki baat kar raha tha.

Kusum ka badan kaanp raha tha. Woh soch rahi thi – “Madhav… tu mera bhatija hai… tu mujhe bachaane aaya tha… par ab… ab tu khud mujhe… yeh kya ho raha hai? Yeh family mein kaisa rishta ban gaya hai?”

Bahut hi shaandar update diya hai manikmittalme07 bhai....
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[kas1709]

Bhag 42: Madhav Ka Aana – Bua Ki Bebasi ​

Hall mein party ka mahaul ab poora garam ho chuka tha. Neon lights ki chamak har taraf faili hui thi, music ka beat dheema lekin dil ko chhoo jaane wala. Mehman nange badan, ladkiyan bhi bilkul exposed – choochiyan nangi, chut geeli aur tayyar. Awazon ka toofan tha – siskariyan, cheekhein, thap-thap ki awaaz, aur hasi ka goonjna. Ek mehman ek ladki ko sofa pe god mein baitha kar zor-zor se pel raha tha – ladki ki taangein uski kamar pe lapeti hui, “Aahh sir… aapka lund meri chut mein… aur zor se… tip do na 1000 ka…” Mehman hans raha tha, uski gaand par thappad maar raha tha.

Dusre corner mein do mehman ek ladki ko beech mein liye the – ek chut mein lund daal raha tha, dusra muh mein. Ladki tadap rahi thi, “Umm… haan sirs… dono taraf se… meri chut aur muh aapke liye… aaj poora maal lo…” Teesra mehman ek ladki ko table par tedha kar ke gaand maar raha tha – ladki ki cheekhein goonj rahi thi, “Aahh… dard ho raha hai sir… par maza aa raha hai… aur andar… tip de do…”

Raunak centre mein baitha tha, uske god mein Jasmine uchhal rahi thi – chachu ka lund uski chut mein andar-bahar, choochiyan hil rahi thi. Raunak hans raha tha, “Haan beta… chachu teri chut phaad raha hai… le mera lund… bhatiji ki chut kitni tight hai…”

Kusum ka haal dekho toh dil ro deta. Woh sofa ke kinare par baithi thi, lekin ab teen mehman uske charon taraf the – ek mota aadmi uski choochiyon ko masal raha tha, dusra uski skirt upar karke chut mein ungli daal raha tha, teesra uske muh mein lund ragad raha tha. Kusum tadap rahi thi, aansu beh rahe the, lekin awaaz nahi nikal rahi thi. Teeno mehman hans rahe the –

Mota aadmi: “Raunak bhai… teri biwi ki choochiyan toh doodh se bhari hui hain… kitni naram… aur zor se dabata hoon toh kitni hilti hain…”

Dusra mehman: “Aur yeh chut… geeli toh hai, par tight lag rahi hai… kitni baar chud chuki hogi yeh? Raunak bhai, tu toh lucky hai… aisi biwi ko har raat chodta hoga!”

Teesra mehman: “Haan bhai… muh bhi garam hai… le mera lund… chus randi… tip 2000 ka dunga!”

Kusum ka badan kaanp raha tha. Uski chut se pani beh raha tha, choochiyan laal ho chuki thi, muh mein lund ka swad mehsoos ho raha tha. Woh soch rahi thi – “Yeh sab khatam kab hoga? Manik… kash tu hota… tu mujhe aise nahi hone deta… main teri hoon… par ab… ab main sabki hoon…”

Teeno mehman tez ho gaye – mota aadmi uski choochiyon ko zor-zor se masalne laga, dusra ungli aur gehri daal kar ragadne laga, teesra muh mein dhakke dene laga. Kusum ki siskariyan nikal rahi thi – “Aahh… uff… bas… dheere…” Par teeno hans rahe the, “Le randi… aaj poora maza le… Raunak bhai ki biwi hai tu… special maal hai!”

Tabhi… teeno ekdam se ruk gaye.

Jaise koi bijli gir gayi ho. Mota aadmi ka haath ruk gaya, dusra ungli nikaal kar peeche hata, teesra lund muh se nikaal kar khada ho gaya. Hall mein ek second ka sannata chha gaya. Sabki nazar darwaze ki taraf ghumi.

Tabhi uske kaanon mein ek chir-parichit awaaz padi – peeche se.
“Kaun hai jo meri bua (Kusum) ke saath aisa karne ki koshish kar raha hai?”

Kusum ne haanp le kar peeche mudkar dekha. Uski aankhen fail gayi, saans ruk gayi. Yeh koi aur nahi – uska apna bhatija Madhav tha.

Madhav – 21 saal ka, lambi height, mazboot badan, sharp features. Usne black shirt aur jeans pehni thi, baalon mein gel, chehre par ek confident smile. Uske peeche do bodyguards khade the – bade-bade aadmi, haath mein guns. Madhav ne hall ko dekha – nange mehman, nangi ladkiyan, chudai ka mahaul – par uska chehra bilkul calm tha. Jaise yeh sab uske liye normal ho.

Kusum khush ho gayi. Uski aankhen bhar aayi – aansu khushi ke. Woh soch rahi thi, “Madhav… mera bhatija… woh aaya hai! Ab yeh mera taranhaar ban kar aaya hai… mujhe bacha lega… yeh sab khatam ho jayega!” Usne jaldi se uthne ki koshish ki, kapde dhundhne lagi – kurti, skirt, bra… par kuchh nahi mila. Sab kahin phenk diye gaye the.

Madhav ne Raunak ki taraf dekha – uski muskaan abhi bhi thi, lekin aankhen sakht. Madhav ne zor se bola, awaaz hall mein goonj gayi:
“Kyun fufa… koi bhi insaan tumhare hote hue tumhari bua ko nahi chod sakta… chudai jaise ekdam se ruk si gayi thi!”

Raunak ka chehra ek second ke liye badla. Woh Jasmine ko god se utara diya – Jasmine hairaan reh gayi. Hall mein sannata tha. Sab mehman ruk gaye – lund khade, chut geeli, par koi hil nahi raha tha. Madhav ke bodyguards ne guns nikaal li – sirf dikhane ke liye, lekin dhamki clear thi.

Kusum khadi hokar apne kapde dhundhne lagi – “Mera dupatta… meri kurti… kahaan hai?” Par kuchh nahi mila. Sab phenk diye gaye the, kahin zameen pe, kahin sofa ke neeche. Woh nangi hi khadi thi – choochiyan laal, chut se pani tapak raha tha, gaand par haathon ke nishaan. Woh sharm se mar rahi thi, lekin Madhav ko dekh kar thoda sukoon mila.

Madhav ne Kusum ko dekha aur muskuraya – woh muskaan pyar bhari thi, lekin saath hi ek ajeeb si chamak bhi. Woh dheere se bola,
“Kapde dhundh rahi ho bua? Nahi milenge… main in sabko isliye bol raha hoon ke mere hote hue koi meri bua ko nahi chod sakta… kyunki mujhe apni bua ko chodna hai!”

Hall mein pehle sannata tha, phir ek zor ka thahaka. Madhav ne khud thahaka lagaya – woh hansi jo hall mein goonj gayi. Raunak ne bhi thahaka lagaya – pehle hairaan, phir khush. “Hahaha… Madhav beta… tu aa gaya… aur itni jaldi twist la diya!” Hall mein sab mehman hansne lage – “Wah… bhatija bua ko chodne aaya… yeh party mazedaar ho gayi!”

Jasmine bhi hans padi, fir se Raunak ke lund par uchhalne lagi – “Chachu… aapka bhatija aaya hai… par main rukungi nahi… aapka lund mera hai!” Woh upar-neeche hone lagi, choochiyan hil rahi thi.

Kusum ka dil ruk gaya. Woh Madhav ki taraf dekhi – uski muskaan, uski aankhen. “Yeh… yeh kya keh raha hai? Mujhe chodna hai? Madhav… mera bhatija… 11 saal ka tha jab maine manik ko chhoda tha… ab… ab yeh?”

Kusum ko yaad aa gaya woh waqt – 10 saal pehle. Jab usne Manik ko chhod diya tha. Madhav ke baap – Raunak ke bade bhai – ne uska poora saath diya tha. Shayad paise ke liye, shayad family pressure ke liye. Us time Madhav sirf 11 saal ka tha – chhota sa ladka, jo uske paas aata tha, “Bua… aap kyun ro rahi ho?” aur usko gale lagata tha. Ab woh 21 saal ka ho chuka tha – mazboot, confident, aur… usko chodne ki baat kar raha tha.

Kusum ka badan kaanp raha tha. Woh soch rahi thi – “Madhav… tu mera bhatija hai… tu mujhe bachaane aaya tha… par ab… ab tu khud mujhe… yeh kya ho raha hai? Yeh family mein kaisa rishta ban gaya hai?”

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Bhag 42: Madhav Ka Aana – Bua Ki Bebasi ​

Hall mein party ka mahaul ab poora garam ho chuka tha. Neon lights ki chamak har taraf faili hui thi, music ka beat dheema lekin dil ko chhoo jaane wala. Mehman nange badan, ladkiyan bhi bilkul exposed – choochiyan nangi, chut geeli aur tayyar. Awazon ka toofan tha – siskariyan, cheekhein, thap-thap ki awaaz, aur hasi ka goonjna. Ek mehman ek ladki ko sofa pe god mein baitha kar zor-zor se pel raha tha – ladki ki taangein uski kamar pe lapeti hui, “Aahh sir… aapka lund meri chut mein… aur zor se… tip do na 1000 ka…” Mehman hans raha tha, uski gaand par thappad maar raha tha.

Dusre corner mein do mehman ek ladki ko beech mein liye the – ek chut mein lund daal raha tha, dusra muh mein. Ladki tadap rahi thi, “Umm… haan sirs… dono taraf se… meri chut aur muh aapke liye… aaj poora maal lo…” Teesra mehman ek ladki ko table par tedha kar ke gaand maar raha tha – ladki ki cheekhein goonj rahi thi, “Aahh… dard ho raha hai sir… par maza aa raha hai… aur andar… tip de do…”

Raunak centre mein baitha tha, uske god mein Jasmine uchhal rahi thi – chachu ka lund uski chut mein andar-bahar, choochiyan hil rahi thi. Raunak hans raha tha, “Haan beta… chachu teri chut phaad raha hai… le mera lund… bhatiji ki chut kitni tight hai…”

Kusum ka haal dekho toh dil ro deta. Woh sofa ke kinare par baithi thi, lekin ab teen mehman uske charon taraf the – ek mota aadmi uski choochiyon ko masal raha tha, dusra uski skirt upar karke chut mein ungli daal raha tha, teesra uske muh mein lund ragad raha tha. Kusum tadap rahi thi, aansu beh rahe the, lekin awaaz nahi nikal rahi thi. Teeno mehman hans rahe the –

Mota aadmi: “Raunak bhai… teri biwi ki choochiyan toh doodh se bhari hui hain… kitni naram… aur zor se dabata hoon toh kitni hilti hain…”

Dusra mehman: “Aur yeh chut… geeli toh hai, par tight lag rahi hai… kitni baar chud chuki hogi yeh? Raunak bhai, tu toh lucky hai… aisi biwi ko har raat chodta hoga!”

Teesra mehman: “Haan bhai… muh bhi garam hai… le mera lund… chus randi… tip 2000 ka dunga!”

Kusum ka badan kaanp raha tha. Uski chut se pani beh raha tha, choochiyan laal ho chuki thi, muh mein lund ka swad mehsoos ho raha tha. Woh soch rahi thi – “Yeh sab khatam kab hoga? Manik… kash tu hota… tu mujhe aise nahi hone deta… main teri hoon… par ab… ab main sabki hoon…”

Teeno mehman tez ho gaye – mota aadmi uski choochiyon ko zor-zor se masalne laga, dusra ungli aur gehri daal kar ragadne laga, teesra muh mein dhakke dene laga. Kusum ki siskariyan nikal rahi thi – “Aahh… uff… bas… dheere…” Par teeno hans rahe the, “Le randi… aaj poora maza le… Raunak bhai ki biwi hai tu… special maal hai!”

Tabhi… teeno ekdam se ruk gaye.

Jaise koi bijli gir gayi ho. Mota aadmi ka haath ruk gaya, dusra ungli nikaal kar peeche hata, teesra lund muh se nikaal kar khada ho gaya. Hall mein ek second ka sannata chha gaya. Sabki nazar darwaze ki taraf ghumi.

Tabhi uske kaanon mein ek chir-parichit awaaz padi – peeche se.
“Kaun hai jo meri bua (Kusum) ke saath aisa karne ki koshish kar raha hai?”

Kusum ne haanp le kar peeche mudkar dekha. Uski aankhen fail gayi, saans ruk gayi. Yeh koi aur nahi – uska apna bhatija Madhav tha.

Madhav – 21 saal ka, lambi height, mazboot badan, sharp features. Usne black shirt aur jeans pehni thi, baalon mein gel, chehre par ek confident smile. Uske peeche do bodyguards khade the – bade-bade aadmi, haath mein guns. Madhav ne hall ko dekha – nange mehman, nangi ladkiyan, chudai ka mahaul – par uska chehra bilkul calm tha. Jaise yeh sab uske liye normal ho.

Kusum khush ho gayi. Uski aankhen bhar aayi – aansu khushi ke. Woh soch rahi thi, “Madhav… mera bhatija… woh aaya hai! Ab yeh mera taranhaar ban kar aaya hai… mujhe bacha lega… yeh sab khatam ho jayega!” Usne jaldi se uthne ki koshish ki, kapde dhundhne lagi – kurti, skirt, bra… par kuchh nahi mila. Sab kahin phenk diye gaye the.

Madhav ne Raunak ki taraf dekha – uski muskaan abhi bhi thi, lekin aankhen sakht. Madhav ne zor se bola, awaaz hall mein goonj gayi:
“Kyun fufa… koi bhi insaan tumhare hote hue tumhari bua ko nahi chod sakta… chudai jaise ekdam se ruk si gayi thi!”

Raunak ka chehra ek second ke liye badla. Woh Jasmine ko god se utara diya – Jasmine hairaan reh gayi. Hall mein sannata tha. Sab mehman ruk gaye – lund khade, chut geeli, par koi hil nahi raha tha. Madhav ke bodyguards ne guns nikaal li – sirf dikhane ke liye, lekin dhamki clear thi.

Kusum khadi hokar apne kapde dhundhne lagi – “Mera dupatta… meri kurti… kahaan hai?” Par kuchh nahi mila. Sab phenk diye gaye the, kahin zameen pe, kahin sofa ke neeche. Woh nangi hi khadi thi – choochiyan laal, chut se pani tapak raha tha, gaand par haathon ke nishaan. Woh sharm se mar rahi thi, lekin Madhav ko dekh kar thoda sukoon mila.

Madhav ne Kusum ko dekha aur muskuraya – woh muskaan pyar bhari thi, lekin saath hi ek ajeeb si chamak bhi. Woh dheere se bola,
“Kapde dhundh rahi ho bua? Nahi milenge… main in sabko isliye bol raha hoon ke mere hote hue koi meri bua ko nahi chod sakta… kyunki mujhe apni bua ko chodna hai!”

Hall mein pehle sannata tha, phir ek zor ka thahaka. Madhav ne khud thahaka lagaya – woh hansi jo hall mein goonj gayi. Raunak ne bhi thahaka lagaya – pehle hairaan, phir khush. “Hahaha… Madhav beta… tu aa gaya… aur itni jaldi twist la diya!” Hall mein sab mehman hansne lage – “Wah… bhatija bua ko chodne aaya… yeh party mazedaar ho gayi!”

Jasmine bhi hans padi, fir se Raunak ke lund par uchhalne lagi – “Chachu… aapka bhatija aaya hai… par main rukungi nahi… aapka lund mera hai!” Woh upar-neeche hone lagi, choochiyan hil rahi thi.

Kusum ka dil ruk gaya. Woh Madhav ki taraf dekhi – uski muskaan, uski aankhen. “Yeh… yeh kya keh raha hai? Mujhe chodna hai? Madhav… mera bhatija… 11 saal ka tha jab maine manik ko chhoda tha… ab… ab yeh?”

Kusum ko yaad aa gaya woh waqt – 10 saal pehle. Jab usne Manik ko chhod diya tha. Madhav ke baap – Raunak ke bade bhai – ne uska poora saath diya tha. Shayad paise ke liye, shayad family pressure ke liye. Us time Madhav sirf 11 saal ka tha – chhota sa ladka, jo uske paas aata tha, “Bua… aap kyun ro rahi ho?” aur usko gale lagata tha. Ab woh 21 saal ka ho chuka tha – mazboot, confident, aur… usko chodne ki baat kar raha tha.

Kusum ka badan kaanp raha tha. Woh soch rahi thi – “Madhav… tu mera bhatija hai… tu mujhe bachaane aaya tha… par ab… ab tu khud mujhe… yeh kya ho raha hai? Yeh family mein kaisa rishta ban gaya hai?”

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[park]

Bhag 42: Madhav Ka Aana – Bua Ki Bebasi ​

Hall mein party ka mahaul ab poora garam ho chuka tha. Neon lights ki chamak har taraf faili hui thi, music ka beat dheema lekin dil ko chhoo jaane wala. Mehman nange badan, ladkiyan bhi bilkul exposed – choochiyan nangi, chut geeli aur tayyar. Awazon ka toofan tha – siskariyan, cheekhein, thap-thap ki awaaz, aur hasi ka goonjna. Ek mehman ek ladki ko sofa pe god mein baitha kar zor-zor se pel raha tha – ladki ki taangein uski kamar pe lapeti hui, “Aahh sir… aapka lund meri chut mein… aur zor se… tip do na 1000 ka…” Mehman hans raha tha, uski gaand par thappad maar raha tha.

Dusre corner mein do mehman ek ladki ko beech mein liye the – ek chut mein lund daal raha tha, dusra muh mein. Ladki tadap rahi thi, “Umm… haan sirs… dono taraf se… meri chut aur muh aapke liye… aaj poora maal lo…” Teesra mehman ek ladki ko table par tedha kar ke gaand maar raha tha – ladki ki cheekhein goonj rahi thi, “Aahh… dard ho raha hai sir… par maza aa raha hai… aur andar… tip de do…”

Raunak centre mein baitha tha, uske god mein Jasmine uchhal rahi thi – chachu ka lund uski chut mein andar-bahar, choochiyan hil rahi thi. Raunak hans raha tha, “Haan beta… chachu teri chut phaad raha hai… le mera lund… bhatiji ki chut kitni tight hai…”

Kusum ka haal dekho toh dil ro deta. Woh sofa ke kinare par baithi thi, lekin ab teen mehman uske charon taraf the – ek mota aadmi uski choochiyon ko masal raha tha, dusra uski skirt upar karke chut mein ungli daal raha tha, teesra uske muh mein lund ragad raha tha. Kusum tadap rahi thi, aansu beh rahe the, lekin awaaz nahi nikal rahi thi. Teeno mehman hans rahe the –

Mota aadmi: “Raunak bhai… teri biwi ki choochiyan toh doodh se bhari hui hain… kitni naram… aur zor se dabata hoon toh kitni hilti hain…”

Dusra mehman: “Aur yeh chut… geeli toh hai, par tight lag rahi hai… kitni baar chud chuki hogi yeh? Raunak bhai, tu toh lucky hai… aisi biwi ko har raat chodta hoga!”

Teesra mehman: “Haan bhai… muh bhi garam hai… le mera lund… chus randi… tip 2000 ka dunga!”

Kusum ka badan kaanp raha tha. Uski chut se pani beh raha tha, choochiyan laal ho chuki thi, muh mein lund ka swad mehsoos ho raha tha. Woh soch rahi thi – “Yeh sab khatam kab hoga? Manik… kash tu hota… tu mujhe aise nahi hone deta… main teri hoon… par ab… ab main sabki hoon…”

Teeno mehman tez ho gaye – mota aadmi uski choochiyon ko zor-zor se masalne laga, dusra ungli aur gehri daal kar ragadne laga, teesra muh mein dhakke dene laga. Kusum ki siskariyan nikal rahi thi – “Aahh… uff… bas… dheere…” Par teeno hans rahe the, “Le randi… aaj poora maza le… Raunak bhai ki biwi hai tu… special maal hai!”

Tabhi… teeno ekdam se ruk gaye.

Jaise koi bijli gir gayi ho. Mota aadmi ka haath ruk gaya, dusra ungli nikaal kar peeche hata, teesra lund muh se nikaal kar khada ho gaya. Hall mein ek second ka sannata chha gaya. Sabki nazar darwaze ki taraf ghumi.

Tabhi uske kaanon mein ek chir-parichit awaaz padi – peeche se.
“Kaun hai jo meri bua (Kusum) ke saath aisa karne ki koshish kar raha hai?”

Kusum ne haanp le kar peeche mudkar dekha. Uski aankhen fail gayi, saans ruk gayi. Yeh koi aur nahi – uska apna bhatija Madhav tha.

Madhav – 21 saal ka, lambi height, mazboot badan, sharp features. Usne black shirt aur jeans pehni thi, baalon mein gel, chehre par ek confident smile. Uske peeche do bodyguards khade the – bade-bade aadmi, haath mein guns. Madhav ne hall ko dekha – nange mehman, nangi ladkiyan, chudai ka mahaul – par uska chehra bilkul calm tha. Jaise yeh sab uske liye normal ho.

Kusum khush ho gayi. Uski aankhen bhar aayi – aansu khushi ke. Woh soch rahi thi, “Madhav… mera bhatija… woh aaya hai! Ab yeh mera taranhaar ban kar aaya hai… mujhe bacha lega… yeh sab khatam ho jayega!” Usne jaldi se uthne ki koshish ki, kapde dhundhne lagi – kurti, skirt, bra… par kuchh nahi mila. Sab kahin phenk diye gaye the.

Madhav ne Raunak ki taraf dekha – uski muskaan abhi bhi thi, lekin aankhen sakht. Madhav ne zor se bola, awaaz hall mein goonj gayi:
“Kyun fufa… koi bhi insaan tumhare hote hue tumhari bua ko nahi chod sakta… chudai jaise ekdam se ruk si gayi thi!”

Raunak ka chehra ek second ke liye badla. Woh Jasmine ko god se utara diya – Jasmine hairaan reh gayi. Hall mein sannata tha. Sab mehman ruk gaye – lund khade, chut geeli, par koi hil nahi raha tha. Madhav ke bodyguards ne guns nikaal li – sirf dikhane ke liye, lekin dhamki clear thi.

Kusum khadi hokar apne kapde dhundhne lagi – “Mera dupatta… meri kurti… kahaan hai?” Par kuchh nahi mila. Sab phenk diye gaye the, kahin zameen pe, kahin sofa ke neeche. Woh nangi hi khadi thi – choochiyan laal, chut se pani tapak raha tha, gaand par haathon ke nishaan. Woh sharm se mar rahi thi, lekin Madhav ko dekh kar thoda sukoon mila.

Madhav ne Kusum ko dekha aur muskuraya – woh muskaan pyar bhari thi, lekin saath hi ek ajeeb si chamak bhi. Woh dheere se bola,
“Kapde dhundh rahi ho bua? Nahi milenge… main in sabko isliye bol raha hoon ke mere hote hue koi meri bua ko nahi chod sakta… kyunki mujhe apni bua ko chodna hai!”

Hall mein pehle sannata tha, phir ek zor ka thahaka. Madhav ne khud thahaka lagaya – woh hansi jo hall mein goonj gayi. Raunak ne bhi thahaka lagaya – pehle hairaan, phir khush. “Hahaha… Madhav beta… tu aa gaya… aur itni jaldi twist la diya!” Hall mein sab mehman hansne lage – “Wah… bhatija bua ko chodne aaya… yeh party mazedaar ho gayi!”

Jasmine bhi hans padi, fir se Raunak ke lund par uchhalne lagi – “Chachu… aapka bhatija aaya hai… par main rukungi nahi… aapka lund mera hai!” Woh upar-neeche hone lagi, choochiyan hil rahi thi.

Kusum ka dil ruk gaya. Woh Madhav ki taraf dekhi – uski muskaan, uski aankhen. “Yeh… yeh kya keh raha hai? Mujhe chodna hai? Madhav… mera bhatija… 11 saal ka tha jab maine manik ko chhoda tha… ab… ab yeh?”

Kusum ko yaad aa gaya woh waqt – 10 saal pehle. Jab usne Manik ko chhod diya tha. Madhav ke baap – Raunak ke bade bhai – ne uska poora saath diya tha. Shayad paise ke liye, shayad family pressure ke liye. Us time Madhav sirf 11 saal ka tha – chhota sa ladka, jo uske paas aata tha, “Bua… aap kyun ro rahi ho?” aur usko gale lagata tha. Ab woh 21 saal ka ho chuka tha – mazboot, confident, aur… usko chodne ki baat kar raha tha.

Kusum ka badan kaanp raha tha. Woh soch rahi thi – “Madhav… tu mera bhatija hai… tu mujhe bachaane aaya tha… par ab… ab tu khud mujhe… yeh kya ho raha hai? Yeh family mein kaisa rishta ban gaya hai?”

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[Rinkp219]

Superb update Bhai

 

[Slayer123123]

Great update.. Carry on... Totally outstanding

 

[manikmittalme07]

Bhag 43 : Bua ki Dhuandhar chudai​

Madhav ne apne kapde utaar diye – shirt fenki, jeans neeche ki, underwear utara. Uska lund bahar aa gaya – mota, sakht, Raunak se bhi bara lag raha tha. Woh nanga khada tha, bodyguards peeche. Madhav ne Kusum ki taraf dekha aur pyar bhari awaaz mein bola,
“Bua… is par sirf aapka hak hai… aur aapke badan par sirf aapke bhatije ka hak hai. Aa jaao… mere paas… main tujhe bachaunga… par apne tareeke se.”

Kusum ka dil dhadak raha tha. Woh hairaan thi. Hall mein sab hans rahe the, chudai shuru ho gayi thi phir se – Jasmine Raunak ke lund par uchhal rahi thi, mehman ladkiyon ko pel rahe the. Par Kusum ka dhyan sirf Madhav par tha. Usne socha – “Yeh ladka… mera bhatija… 10 saal pehle main usko god mein bithati thi… ab woh mujhe nanga dekh kar… apna lund dikha raha hai… yeh kya badlaav hai?”

Raunak ne dekha ki Kusum soch rahi hai, uske chehre par confusion hai. Woh hans kar bola,
“Kya soch rahi ho Kusum? Tumhe pata hai na… meri baat nahi maani toh kya hoga? Madhav aa gaya hai… par woh bhi mera hi hai. Ab tu usko khush kar… jaise mujhe khush karti hai. Yeh family tradition hai… bhatiji chachu ko khush karti hai… bhatija bua ko. Kar de… warna sab jaan jaayega.”

Kusum ki aankhen bhar aayi. Woh jaanti thi – Raunak ki dhamki sach thi. Agar nahi maani, toh woh Manik ke paas jaane ka raasta band kar dega. Woh thandi saans li, aur dheere se Madhav ke paas gayi. Madhav ne usko gale laga liya – woh hug garam tha, lekin Kusum ka badan kaanp raha tha.

Madhav: “Bua… darr mat… main tujhe bachaunga. Tu mera sab kuch hai… mere hote hue koi aur tujhe nahi chodega tu sirf meri hai bua. Majal hai jo teri chuchiyon ko chhuye koi tere chut mein apna lund daale.”

Kusum ne Madhav ke lund ko haath mein liya – mota, garam, veins ubhari hui. Usne socha – “Yeh ladka… mera bhatija… 11 saal ka woh chhota Madhav… ab mujhe chodne wala hai? Yeh kaisa badlaav hai? Par Raunak ji dekh rahe hain… main nahi rok sakti.”

Woh ghutno pe baith gayi. Madhav ka lund uske muh ke saamne tha. Hall mein sab dekh rahe the – mehman hans rahe the, “Wah… bhatija bua ko chuswa raha hai… mazedaar!” Jasmine Raunak ke lund par hil rahi thi, “Chachu… dekho… bua bhatije ka lund chus rahi hai… maza aa raha hai na?”

Kusum ne aankhen band kar li aur Madhav ka lund muh mein liya. Pehla taste – salty, garam. Woh dheere se chusne lagi – top ko jeebh se chatte hue, phir poora andar lene ki koshish. Madhav ne uske baalon ko pakda aur dheere se dhakka diya.
“Bua… haan… aise chus… mera lund tera hai… 10 saal pehle tu mujhe god mein bithati thi… ab main tujhe god mein bithunga… chus zor se… teri muh ki garmi… uff…”

Kusum zor-zor se chusne lagi – muh andar-bahar, jeebh se top ko ragadti hui. Madhav ki saansein tez ho gayi. “Aahh bua… kitna acha lag raha hai… tu meri bua hai… par aaj meri randi bhi ban jayegi… haan… aur gehra le…”

Raunak hans raha tha, “Madhav beta… teri bua achhi chus rahi hai na? Yeh meri training hai… ab tu le usko… poora maza le.”

Kusum ke aansu beh rahe the, lekin woh chup rahi. Madhav ne 5 minute tak uska muh choda, phir usko uthaya aur sofa par baitha liya. “Bua… ab tu mere upar baith… cowgirl style mein… mera lund teri chut mein le.”

Kusum ka badan kaanp raha tha. Woh Madhav ke upar chadh gayi – taangein dono taraf, chut Madhav ke lund ke upar. Madhav ne lubricant liya (pocket se nikaala) aur uski chut par lagaya. Phir dheere se neeche khincha. Lund ka top andar ghus gaya. Kusum ne siskari bhari – “Aahh… Madhav… dard ho raha hai… tu mera bhatija hai… yeh galat hai…”

Madhav ne uski kamar pakdi aur zor se neeche khincha – poora lund andar. Kusum ki cheekh nikal gayi – “Aahhh… mota hai tu… phaad diya meri chut ko…” Hall mein sab hans rahe the, “Wah… bhatija bua ko pel raha hai… zor se kar beta!”

Madhav ne uski kamar pakad kar upar-neeche karne laga. Kusum tadap rahi thi, choochiyan hil rahi thi, “Madhav… dheere… bua ki chut… aahh… tu 11 saal ka tha jab main ro rahi thi… aur aaj… aaj tu mujhe chod raha hai… uff… zor se… haan…”

Madhav hans raha tha, uski gaand par haath maar raha tha. “Bua… 10 saal pehle tu ro rahi thi Manik ko chhod kar… mere baap ne tera saath diya… paise ke liye… ab main tera saath de raha hoon… mera lund teri chut mein… le poora… haan bua… hil… apni kamar hila… mera lund teri chut mein feel kar…”

Kusum majboori mein hilne lagi – upar-neeche, Madhav ka lund andar-bahar. Uski chut geeli ho gayi thi, dard maza mein badal gaya. Woh moan karne lagi – “Aahh Madhav… tera lund mota hai… bua ki chut phaad raha hai… haan… aur zor se… tu mera bhatija hai… par aaj mera mard ban gaya…”

Hall mein sab dekh rahe the – Raunak Jasmine ko pel raha tha, mehman ladkiyon ko chod rahe the. Ek mehman bol raha tha, “Wah… bhatija bua ko cowgirl mein pel raha hai… bua ki choochiyan hil rahi hain… maza aa raha hoga!”

Madhav ne 10 minute tak cowgirl mein chudai ki – Kusum upar hilti rahi, Madhav neeche se dhakke maare. Phir usne usko ghumaya – doggy style mein. Kusum ghutno ke bal khadi ho gayi, gaand upar. Madhav ne peeche se pakda aur lund daal diya.

Madhav: “Ab bua… doggy mein… teri gaand maar raha hoon main… le mera lund… peeche se… haan… teri gaand kitni gol hai… 10 saal pehle tu mujhe god mein bithati thi… ab main tujhe god mein nahi… peeche se pel raha hoon… aahh… zor se le…”

Kusum ki cheekhein nikal rahi thi – “Aahh Madhav… zor se… bua ki gaand… phaad de… tera lund andar… uff… tu mera bhatija… par aaj mera pati ban gaya… haan… aur zor se dhakke maar…”

Madhav ne uski gaand par thappad maara, kamar pakad kar zor-zor se pelne laga. “Thap-thap” ki awaaz hall mein goonj rahi thi. Kusum tadap rahi thi, choochiyan hil rahi thi, “Haan bhatija… bua ki chut aur gaand… teri hai… chod de mujhe… aaj poora maal andar daal de…”

Madhav ne 15 minute tak doggy mein chudai ki – har dhakka gehra, Kusum ki siskariyan tez. Phir woh jhad gaya – zor se garaj kar, Kusum ki chut mein saara maal baha diya. Kusum bhi jhad gayi – badan kaanp utha, “Aahhh… Madhav… tera maal andar… bua ki chut bhar di… haan…”

Dono thak kar sofa par gir gaye. Hall mein chudai jaari thi – sab maza le rahe the. Raunak Jasmine ko pel raha tha, mehman ladkiyon ko chod rahe the. Party chal rahi thi.

Sab kuchh nipatne ke baad – raat ke 3 baj chuke the. Mehman chale gaye, ladkiyan tip le kar nikal gayi. Hall khali tha – sirf Raunak, Kusum, Madhav, Jasmine, aur Pratham. Sab nange the, paseene se tar.

Kusum sofa par baithi thi, badan dard se bhara hua. Uski chut aur gaand se dard ho raha tha, choochiyan laal, muh mein kamras. Woh chup thi, aankhen neeche. Madhav uske paas baitha tha, uske kandhe par haath rakhe. Raunak Jasmine ko god mein liye whiskey pi raha tha.

Kusum ki aankhen bhar aayi. Woh dheere se uthi, apne kapde dhundhne lagi – par ab mil gaye the, zameen pe phenke hue. Usne jaldi se pehen liye – kurti, pajami, bra. Woh Raunak ki taraf dekhi, awaaz kaanpti hui:
“Agar mere munne ka dar nahi dikhate to main kabhi aapki baat nahi maanti aur aapko chhodkar chali jati…”

Raunak hans pada – woh meethi, khatarnak hansi.
“Jaan… tu jaanti hai… munna tera sab kuch hai. Isliye tu yahan hai… mere saath. Ab ja… araam kar. Kal phir se business ke liye ready rehna.”

Kusum ne kuch nahi kaha. Woh chup rahi, aansu ponchhte hue bedroom ki taraf chali gayi. Madhav uske peeche gaya, usko gale lagaya.
“Bua… main tera saath dunga… hamesha.”

Kusum ne sir hilaya, lekin uska dil toot chuka tha. Woh bistar par let gayi, roti rahi. “Manik… kash tu hota… yeh sab nahi hota…”

Party khatam ho gayi. Hall mein sannata tha. Raunak Jasmine ko le kar bedroom gaya. Madhav Pratham se baat kar raha tha. Par Kusum akeli thi – aansu ke saath, bebasi ke saath.

Yahin khatam hui raat. Aur Kusum ki zindagi ka ek aur andhera chapter.